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o Ice cream

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[loaksky]

— 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 & 𝒊 | 𝒆. 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒔

mean neighbor!ellie x sunshine fem!reader, angst / fluff / hurt + comfort, modern!au warnings: language / 18+ content (mdni!), wc: 5k

you have a hot new neighbor…too bad she doesn’t want a thing to do with you!

tagging those who commented / liked my previous interest post!: @loversreligion , @tahni-04 , @parrotpeggy , @acnologiasgf , @maybe-cece (happy birthday gemini queen ! <3)

an — first time writing for ellie ! content warnings include oral (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving). not my first time writing 18+ content, but my first time posting eeek. i apologize for the person ellie has turned me into lmaooo. feel free to send me more ideas, blurbs, hcs, etc.

neighbor!ellie who moves in on a hot sticky july day.

ac’s busted in the common areas, elevator hasn’t worked in weeks, and she’s moved into a unit on the fifth floor.

neighbor!ellie who’s admittedly too far gone and incredibly irritated because jesse keeps fucking around and they almost drop her flat screen on the third flight of steps.

neighbor!ellie who finally gets most of the boxes and furniture settled and doesn’t even get to collapse on the couch for .2 seconds before someone’s knocking on the door.

yanks the knob so hard, the door rattles on its hinges.

eyes narrow when she sees you, all neat, not sweaty, dressed in an outfit definitely not indicative of a night in. only makes her even more annoyed because she just wants two seconds of peace.

“yes?” her tone is sharp, gaze bored because your lips part thrice before the words are spilling out.

“i know it’s miserable out, and this building can be a piece of shit, so i made some blackberry tea!”

neighbor!ellie who gives the glass, beaded with condensation, a brief glance before crossing her arms over her chest.

“i’m allergic to blackberries,” ellie says flatly.

your round eyes widen impossibly before tucking the glass behind your back.

“oh fuck, i’m so sorry,” you babble. “i have peach! or maybe mint? i—”

“i’ll pass.”

neighbor!ellie who doesn’t beat around the bush and makes a move to close the door because she hadn’t even checked into the conversation.

“if you ever need anything, i’m right next door!” you chirp. “i’m-”

“yup, yeah, got it. good night.”

and the door is shutting in your face.

neighbor!ellie who’s trying to sleep in because she stayed up all night playing tekken 4 with jesse jolting awake when she hears three soft raps against the front door.

has an inkling of who it could be so she’s only mildly surprised when she sees you standing on the welcome mat that says ‘no weenies allowed’ because jesse thought it was the funniest thing (ellie’d been only slightly amused).

“morning,” you smile.

you have a plate covered in foil in your hands and ellie gives you a brief onceover to find that you’re dressed to the nines again (admittedly it’s just a simple sundress, but the red and white ginham cuts at the meatiest part of your thighs and she has to remind herself to keep her eyes up).

“it’s…” ellie trails off, glances at the clock on the oven to find that it’s not even 9am. “…8:52am on a saturday morning.”

“it is,” you agree, extending the plate to her. “i, uh, hope you’re not allergic to pancakes?”

“…i’m not.”

you beam.

“great!”

you’re shoving the food in her hands before she can decline and ellie finds that the ceramic is still warm.

neighbor!ellie who awkwardly holds the plate up to you as a silent thanks and shuts the door in your hopeful face.

“i gotta give it to you williams, didn’t think you’d pull within 24 hours,” jesse mutters groggily from the couch he’d helped her lug up the stairs yesterday afternoon.

“oh fuck off,” she huffs, tearing the foil from the plate to find a five-stack of fluffy pancakes with two cute little strawberry-shaped containers that has butter and syrup respectively.

“who’s it from?” jesse asks, even though he knows the answer.

“girl in 5a.”

first bite in and ellie’s eyebrows raise because wow, that’s damn good.

jesse swipes a bite despite ellie’s protests and they polish off the matching plate that she puffs a laugh at because there’s a strawberry bandit painted in the center and in shoddy lettering says, “this is a strobbery”

neighbor!ellie who surprises you by washing and returning the plate later that evening, muttering out a quick thanks before ducking back into her apartment without another word.

she leaves you blinking, staring at the space she was previously standing in a moment prior before you smile and shut the door because god ellie is so hot.

neighbor!ellie doesn’t expect it to become a routine, but more often than not, you’re knocking on her door at any given hour with snacks and she’s surprised when, a week and a half in, she’s had to do minimal grocery shopping because you’re always feeding her.

little does she know it’s because you’re looking forward to the brief moments that she’s unintentionally banging on your door to return your plates and dinnerware.

neighbor!ellie who’s a mechanic and brings your goodies to work sometimes and gets teased by the other mechanics because they think she has a girlfriend.

neighbor!ellie who after revealing she works in a garage starts opening up her front door to little reusable bags with cute notes and food puns if your schedule’s don’t line up.

neighbor!ellie whose schedule does end up frequently aligning with yours and you end up taking the same elevator down.

“morning, ellie,” you greet, smiling softly at her despite being up at the asscrack of dawn.

neighbor!ellie who yawns, takes the lunch you made for her gratefully and walks with you to the elevator.

“morning, 5a.”

neighbor!ellie who could get used to only seeing you in the fifth floor halls, however, after a few weeks, you stumble upon her in different circumstances.

you’re usually out on your balcony in the early mornings to water your plants and drink your tea or coffee, but today’s been exceptionally rough at work (you’re, surprise, a café owner) so you step out to take a deep breath late in the evening after your shift.

you definitely don’t expect to find ellie perched on a stool flicking the ash from a blunt over the railing.

“‘sup,” she hums, taking a long pull.

“hey,” you sigh.

“long day?” she humors you.

the two of you don’t really have much conversation because ellie’s always finding ways to cut interactions with you short.

and it’s not particularly because she doesn’t like you, but she’s caught the vibe you’re giving off and she doesn’t want to give you any unnecessary hope, especially after such a messy break up with the last girl.

(it’s definitely not because something about you makes her nervous).

so she doesn’t really expect you to spill, but one moment you’re debating whether or not you should divulge and the next you’re talking a mile a minute about how draining the job can be especially when employees end up being unreliable and the customers are impatient.

ellie’s gone through the entire joint and you still haven’t stopped talking and she doesn’t want to be mean, especially because you’ve been so nice to her since she’s moved in, but the high is wearing off because she’s too focused on finding an out of the one-sided conversation.

“you should come by,” you say, once you’re done babbling. “to the café, i mean. bring your friends, i’ll stay open a little later for you guys.”

that catches ellie’s attention after she’d zoned out.

“i— you don’t have to do that,” she says. “and i mean, we’re all pretty busy and—”

“no, no!” you say sweetly. “i insist! i wanna test out a few new seasonal recipes and i’d love some opinions!”

ellie’s wracking her brain, but you’re looking at her so hopefully and you look too cute with a few strands of hair falling from your updo. she really doesn’t want to give in, so she gives a lukewarm response instead.

“i’ll, uh, get back to you, i guess.”

you’re grinning.

“try to clear saturday night!” you tell her. “sometime around 9:30!”

ellie opens her mouth to give one last protest, but you’re standing from where you’d been leaning against the railing.

“it’ll be fun!” you tell her. “night, ellie!”

neighbor!ellie who really doesn’t want to go because she feels like it’ll only add fuel to the fire.

the beginning of the week rolls around and you decide that this’ll be the week you’ll finally ask ellie out.

you figure that ellie’s just really quiet, isn’t the one to really put herself out there, so you wanna take initiative.

you’re thinking of all the different recipes you could try because you really wanna wow her and her friends.

little does ellie know that you’re lowkey agonizing over saturday and it’s all you can think about: what you’ll wear, what pairings you want to present, how you’ll decorate the cafe.

meanwhile, ellie’s trying to find a way out of it and jesse’s not any help because he keeps teasing her about how she must be broken for not wanting her hot neighbor who has a glaringly obvious crush on her.

everyone on the whole floor, possibly even the whole building knows. hell, even the doorman knows (and it’s definitely not because you stop to chat with him frequently when you walk your little beagle, apple, and ellie becomes a frequent topic of conversation).

neighbor!ellie who starts avoiding you because she fears that her being receptive to your kindness is giving you the wrong idea (definitely not because you’re growing on her and you’re becoming a part of her daily routine).

neighbor!ellie who sees you twice the entire week, doesn’t answer the door when you knock, stuffs your cute little post-its about saturday somewhere in the back of her junk drawer, smokes her blunts on the roof to avoid running into on the balcony.

neighbor!ellie who spends most of her time at the garage with jesse and her coworkers in efforts to get home after you do.

you figure that maybe she is really busy and you shouldn’t have been so pushy about the tasting, but you’ve grown to really like her and you can’t give this up without officially giving it a shot.

neighbor!ellie who ducks out of her apartment when she knows you’re out on saturday and leaves her lights off, so you’ll know she isn’t home.

neighbor!ellie who spends the day with jesse and his girl and gets invited to a kickback on the otherside of town.

neighbor!ellie who’s about two joints in and a couple shots out, so she’s crossed by nine and you completely slip her mind.

you’re on the other side of town, about a block from your apartment, waiting in the cafe for ellie.

you made such a pretty spread of lavender matcha cookies and lemon muffins. used your special espresso roast to brew a delicious batch of coffee to make a few lattes.

you’d even bought flowers from next door, decorated the table and light a few candles.

it’s 9:45 and you think that she’s gonna be late, but time’s passing and the pastries are going stale, the coffee going lukewarm.

it’s 10:30 when you start losing hope.

probably 11:30 when you blow out the candles, box up the treats and throw the espresso in the cooler for some iced coffee tomorrow morning.

you should’ve seen it coming, really. she did say that her and her friends were typically busy. and she hadn’t officially confirmed it with you either so you were being rather presumptuous anyways.

you decide that maybe you’ll just drop them by her place tomorrow and ask her to lunch!

it’s about midnight when you walk up the sidewalk and see that her LEDs are on in her room. it vaguely smells like weed so you figure she’d been smoking a little.

you don’t wanna bother her so late at night so you enter your own apartment, set the box on the kitchen island before padding into your room to get ready for bed.

you should’ve seen it coming, ellie standing you up, but what you don’t see coming, or hear, for that matter, are the muffled moans through the paper thin walls.

you’d been used to hearing ellie cuss at her video games, heard her getting better at playing the guitar, bickering with jesse over who got to be who during smash bros, but this was new.

you’d never heard the voice before, pitched and whiny.

your cheeks warm because whatever ellie’s doing must be good. you can’t even find it in yourself to be relieved that ellie was interested in girls. you’d initially been scared that maybe you were reading into it all wrong.

regardless, obviously you’d read everything way way wrong because ellie’s mouth is filthy and there’s no misconstruing the fact that she’s fucking someone six ways to sunday and you can hear every gory detail.

your stomach is churning because it’s been weeks and you couldn’t even get ellie outside the fifth floor’s hallway.

it’s obvious they’re thoroughly enjoying themselves and the hurt and envy that kindles is an ugly sight to see.

you end up sleeping in the living room that night.

neighbor!ellie who chases the girl out the following morning after a nasty hangover and finally coming to terms with the fact that she’d brought someone home last night.

neighbor!ellie whose stomach drops to her ass when someone knocks on the door a few minutes later and she thinks it’s you, but it ends up being jesse.

“jesus, did 5a do that?” he asks, referring to your apartment number in regards to the fresh hickies blooming up the column of ellie’s throat.

“god no,” ellie says. “how many times do i have to tell you, that’s never happening.”

neighbor!ellie who would never tell a soul that she’d been imagining a certain someone the night prior.

neighbor!ellie who doesn’t want to think of anything more than being your neighbor because she’s locked in this lease for the next two years and she’d prefer to not shit where she sleeps.

(yeah, that’s totally it).

“dude why not? she’s obviously so down bad for you,” jesse chuckles, pushing past ellie.

she huffs a breath, defensive.

“god, i don’t know how she isn’t embarrassed, it’s fuckin’ pathetic.”

oh—

you’d heard jesse’s voice, then ellie’s, and figured you could give her the pastries you worked so hard on last night.

you’d always thought that ellie was just naturally aloof, kept to herself often, but last night was the coffin and this morning was the nail.

in the stillness of your apartment, jesse and ellie’s voice carries through the thin walls.

“i mean, you could just fuck her a couple of times, get it out of your system?”

“god, look at her, there’s not a casual bone in her body.”

“you can’t run away from her forever, yknow?”

neighbor!ellie who thinks to herself that she’ll try anyways.

neighbor!ellie who doesn’t have to try, because you become an enigma after that.

it’s the middle of the week and she hasn’t had to even try avoiding you once.

you haven’t knocked on her door since the week prior and it makes her brows furrow.

neighbor!ellie who starts feeling bad for standing you up, but feels infinitely worse when she goes to dump some of her trash and finds the carton of pastries you’d baked.

they have your café’s name emblazoned on the logo and she vaguely remembers you chattering about trying lavender in one of your recipes.

she sees the purple food coloring and her heart sinks because why are they in the trash? :(

realizes that she’s fucked up and that maybe she should just be completely transparent with you.

neighbor!ellie who hesitantly knocks on your door and waits patiently for you to answer.

hears shuffling on the other side, but you don’t open up.

neighbor!ellie who tries to convince herself that you’re just busy! work is stressful right now and you’re keeping to yourself.

but you two end up bumping into each other on the elevator (she’d been lurking), and you give her a curt greeting because you’re polite and you realize that ellie doesn’t owe you anything.

“apple’s got a haircut,” she observes, leaning down to pet the pup.

“yeah,” you hum.

“she looks cute,” ellie compliments.

“thanks.”

neighbor!ellie who’s not used to you icing her out, so she takes the leap.

“hey, i wanted to apologize…” she trails off. “about saturday. i shouldn’t have flaked.”

“s’okay,” you say simply, watching as the numbers painfully descend. “you were busy.”

a blanket of silence.

“i’m sure the pastries were great,” ellie tries again. “we could always—”

the elevator dings and the doors part.

“have a good day, ellie,” you say softly, tugging apple by the leash to leave the lift.

neighbor!ellie who swears she hears you sniffling on the other side of the wall later that night, but tries to convince herself that you’ve just got allergies.

neighbor!ellie who thinks of every excuse in the book to try and talk to you, but she ends up freezing because fuck, have you always been this pretty?

neighbor!ellie who buys a succulent and puts it on her balcony. she tries to catch you in the mornings when you’re watering your plants, but it seems like your schedules just don’t align anymore.

neighbor!ellie is frustrated as fuck because she’d been avoiding getting attached, but you don’t knock on her door to deliver snacks or talk her ear off anymore and it drives her absolutely nuts.

neighbor!ellie who gets teased infinitely more at work because her coworkers are now convinced that there’s ‘trouble in paradise’.

“jesus christ, you’re actually pathetic,” jesse rolls his eyes over breakfast one weekend.

“dude, she just…” ellie lets out a frustrated sigh. “i just—”

“you miss her,” he fills in.

ellie turns red.

“fuck you, i don’t—”

“it’s okay to admit it, yknow?” he says. “she’s a lot different from your exes. she’s genuinely sweet, in it because she really likes you.”

ellie swallows, lips pursing.

“you’re soft around her,” jesse observes. “you think that if you give in, she’s gonna uncover parts of you you don’t even let me or joel see.”

“fuck you—”

“for someone who likes bitches you—”

ellie groans.

neighbor!ellie who goes home and rolls a joint because this limbo is stressing her out.

and FINALLY! you’re watering your plants on your balcony when she slides the patio door open and slinks outside.

you don’t say anything to her, just continue watering.

she slumps in her folding lawn chair, kicking her feet up on the railing to feign nonchalance, but you haven’t blinked an eye at her and she’s annoyed.

“been doing alright?” she asks finally.

you freeze for the briefest of moments before glancing at her.

you’ve got bags under your eyes and your lips are pursed and ellie’s heart squeezes.

“yeah,” you answer simply. “fine.”

ellie hums.

“how’s work?”

“same old,” you say, turning your back to her to tend to the plants housed on the other side.

neighbor!ellie who doesn’t know what to say. who’s so used to trying to break conversation, not make them.

neighbor!ellie who fidgets because you’re making her nervous. you’re usually so sweet and smiley, but this side of you makes her gut churn.

neighbor!ellie who bites the bullet.

“i’m…i’m off on sunday…” she says, scratching the back of her neck. “if you wanted to— i dunno.”

your back straightens and she thinks you’re gonna bite, but you glance at the sidewalk below and shake your head.

“you don’t have to pretend, you know?” you say softly.

it’s like a punch in the chest and ellie’s scrambling.

“no! it’s—” she realizes she’s shouting. “it’s not like that, i—”

“i’m a big girl, ellie,” you tell her, that stupid little strawberry-shaped spray bottle squeezed tight in your hand. “if i was annoying, you could have just said that.”

and god she feels so fucking awful because this entire time, you’d just been trying to be nice to her. it was a harmless crush and—

“i don’t think you’re annoying,” she argues weakly. “can you…can you look at me, please?”

your head tilts up and ellie realizes that you’re trying to stop yourself from crying.

“god, i really am pathetic,” is your watery whisper.

ellie’s crossing the balcony, fully ready to climb over the railing onto your patio, but you’re quickly dashing away the tears and throwing the sliding door open.

“goodnight,” you tell her, and you’re sealing her out in the humid air.

neighbor!ellie who’s in knots because living next to someone she used to see everyday fucking sucks now that all the two of you are reduced to is straining extra hard to hear your shuffling from the other side of the walls.

neighbor!ellie who stands in front of your door sometimes, wanting to knock, but feeling like she doesn’t deserve closure with you because it’s all her fault.

neighbor!ellie who realizes that the very awkwardness and discomfort she was avoiding to begin with could’ve been avoidable had she just been up front with you.

you were sweet and you were understanding…mature. you would’ve probably taken better to honesty than ellie blowing you off and lowkey being an ass to you.

neighbor!ellie being scolded by jesse after a couple of days pass because he’s beating her ass at smash bros without even trying and it’s hurting his ego.

“are you seriously gonna keep moping over 5a?” he asks after the fourth round won.

“i’m not moping,” ellie grumbles.

“oh c’mon dude,” jesse moans in annoyance. “you and 5a have this dad with four kids who doesn’t want a puppy but ends up loving the shit out of the—”

“i do not love her,” ellie barks.

jesse smirks.

“that’s all you took from that, ellie, seriously?” jesse scoffs.

“i mean, it’s not like there’s much that can be done, anyways,” ellie grunts, tossing the video game controller onto the coffee table’s surface. “she fuckin’ hates me and i don’t blame her.”

“5a does not hate you,” jesse sighs. “her feelings are just hurt, but you can fix it.”

“and how’s that?” ellie crosses her arms over her chest.

“you’re a smart girl, you’ll figure it out.” jesse grabs the discarded controller from the coffee table and shoves it into ellie’s chest. “now put your all into this next round, i’m still gonna beat your ass.”

neighbor!ellie who’s never felt more nervous in her life.

who’s standing a block away from the café you own with a little gift bag and a bouquet of flowers.

neighbor!ellie who’s used to effortless relationships and casual situationships.

neighbor!ellie who’s scared shitless that she’s making the wrong decision giving in like this, but maybe jesse’s right and you’re just what she needs.

neighbor!ellie whose hands shake the entire walk up to the caf��.

she sees you with your back turned towards the door, probably doing closing inventory or something of the like with the way you scribble quickly against a clipboard.

you look so in your element with your apron tied tight around the narrow of your waist and perhaps now’s not the appropriate time, but your work pants look exceptionally great spread over the—

“i’m sorry, but we’re closed for the evening,” your voice sounds when ellie opens the front door and the chime tinkles against the glass.

“i’ll make it quick,” ellie says quietly, paper wrap around the flowers crinkling as she shifts on her feet.

you whirl around with wide eyes, almost dropping the clipboard when you find your neighbor standing in the middle of your café.

she looks so good in a fitted brown button up rolled to the elbow to reveal the whorls of ink decorating her forearms and skinny jeans that are way too good at highlighting the muscles of her thighs.

“ellie, what are you doing here?” you ask, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“i was, er, in the area?”

one of your eyebrows raise.

“well, is there something i can help you with?” you ask, eyeing the flowers and the giftbag in what ellie can only read as disdain.

it’s like the day you two first met all over again but the roles are reversed. her lips gape once, twice, then three times as she tries to find the words. but ellie’s never been good at talking about how she feels, at being vulnerable.

“i have to close up,” you prod, tone tired. “and whoever you’re visiting after this is probably waiting.”

the words after are a silent insinuation.

god knows i did.

you’re turning on your heel and ellie knows she’s losing you.

“i like you.” she says suddenly.

you freeze, fist tightening mercilessly around your clipboard.

“that’s not funny,” you say stonily. “you don’t have to make an ass out of me for having feelings for you, ellie. i get it, it’s hilarious that your dorky neighbor has a crush on you, but you don’t have to drag it. i’m—”

neighbor!ellie who’s always thought that you talk a tad too much and sets the gifts on the nearest table before crossing the distance between the two of you.

she’s towering over you and you’re looking up at her with furrowed brows as she pries the clipboard from your fingers and kisses you without another word.

“wait, wait,” you whisper, pulling away from her momentarily.

her lips chase yours, one hand splaying over the small of your back as the other cradles your chin.

“i’m sorry,” she says quietly. “i didn’t—”

“i don’t understand,” you admit. “you…you and your friend were—”

ellie shakes her head vehemently.

“i was being stupid,” she says quickly. “it’s—” she sighs. “it’s a long story.”

“but the night of the tasting,” you start. “you brought someone home…i heard you.”

ellie closes her eyes in defeat, rolls her lips as she presses her forehead against yours.

“it was a mistake, you have to believe me,” she pleads softly. “i was drunk out of my mind and high as hell and—”

she stops talking when she sees the expression on your face, notices the way your fingers hover.

“you have every right not to entertain this,” ellie swallows. “and i know i’ve been awful to you, but i…i really like you 5a.”

your head tilts down and ellie’s leaning forward in an effort to keep the eye contact.

“i’m not good at stuff like this,” she confesses. “obviously.”

you breathe out an involuntary laugh.

“but you’re different, really different,” ellie says. “and you make me feel so fuckin’ weird—”

you flinch.

“a good weird!” she assuages. “it’s good. and i really wanna try things with you if you’ll let me.”

you look hesitant, but ellie’s hopeful and you’ve always been a sucker for green eyes.

18+ BONUS

neighbor!ellie really wanted to take things slow with you after officially winning you over, but she can’t really help herself.

she takes you out a week after your heart-to-heart in your café, a nice restaurant you’d chattered about during your elevator rides to the lobby, and she’d been so close to making it through dinner and keeping it appropriate, but the dessert the two of you ordered had strawberries.

needless to say, when you’d taken a bite into the candied fruit and the juice curved down your jaw and slithered between your cleavage, ellie threw a wad of bills onto the table top and dragged you out of the restaurant.

didn’t make it far, ended up at the edge of the parking lot in the back seat of her car with two of her fingers knuckles deep in your heat while she swallowed your moans whole.

neighbor!ellie who takes you to hers after you cum twice and she tastes you for the first time.

“fuck, angel,” she whispers against your clit. “pussy’s too good.”

the sight is a devastating one, your skirt bunched around your waist and your top discarded somewhere on her bedroom floor.

one of your hands bunches her sheets in your fist, the other threaded through her brown hair as she eats you out like she’s absolutely starved.

“that’s it, princess,” she eggs you on, stuffing her fingers and curling against the walls of your spongy cunt. her tongue is sloppy against your little bud and your dulcet moans are buttery soft, absolute music to her ears.

that night seems to be the straw that breaks the camel’s back because she can’t get enough of you.

especially not when you wear that red and white gingham sundress you’d worn the second time the two of you met.

neighbor!ellie who spends so much time in your apartment now, likes to especially when you’re baking because you wear that stupidly tiny dress in your stupidly tiny kitchen and it takes every ounce of self control to keep her kisses on your exposed shoulders appropriate.

you start kneading the dough and she can’t keep her hands to herself, hooking her jaw into the crook of your neck as her fingers dance under the hem of your dress and ghosts the seam of your thighs.

“y’look so pretty,” ellie hums, tongue darting to lave at the juncture of your jaw and your neck.

“wait, ah!” fingertips trace over your mound and a semi-giddy, semi-disbelieving laugh rumbles from ellie’s chest when she finds you aren’t wearing any panties.

“you’re a dirty girl, angel,” she bites, one arm securing around your waist, the other toying with the slick coating your inner thighs. “what happened to getting work done?”

all you manage is a breathy cry when ellie skips the formalities and taps your clit roughly.

“el—ellie!” you whimper, one of your flour dusted hands wrapping around her wrist as your back arches and your ass presses into her hips.

your body stutters when you feel something nestle between the pert cheeks of your ass.

you throw a surprised look over your shoulder and ellie’s already grinning lazily at you as she continues kissing all over you.

“surprise,” she whispers.

neighbor!ellie who’s so gone. who still constantly gets teased by jesse and her coworkers. who wasn’t willing to admit it at first, but wants absolutely everything to do with you.

neng © 2023

[lovekz]

poop killer

syn -> ran spends his holidays with his family at rindou’s house. things that have never happened before, happened.

warnings : poop, crack, a bunch of nonsense

-

the door swings open, and ran stands tall with his little family.

you, and the little baby you had a year and some months back.

a gorgeous boy who got ran’s long hair with your hair color, his eyes, and nails.

everything else was you.

“hi rin!” you beam, holding the boy in his little coat kokonoi gifted them.

ran’s hair was growing, and he hadn’t had time to cut it.

things had been busy, and he hadn’t realized.

but his hair was just up to his shoulders, falling in curtain bangs just a bit.

a hat was over his head to hide his complete mess of hair, not like anyone cared though.

rindou lets you in, smiling and hugging his brother.

“welcome! how was the drive?” rindou asks ran, closing the door behind them.

ran sighs dramatically, before dropping down onto the couch.

rindou rolls his eyes and drops down next to him, pulling his nephew into his arms.

“tiring. you have to do the drive next time.” ran jokes, letting the boy grab onto his hand.

rindou laughs at that, knowing his brother did the drive because he really wanted to see his new house.

he realizes you’ve been pretty quiet, and it’s because you’re focused on pouring some purple liquid into a baby cup.

rindou is confused now, looking between you and the baby.

“he on medication or something?” rindou asks, scratching his ear.

you bring the cup over to your boyfriend and shake your head, handing it to him.

“it’s prune juice. poor papa hasn’t taken a dump for days.” you explain, rubbing your son’s foot.

the boy drinks it happily, smiling at ran from behind the cup.

ran assists him, making sure nothing spills and he isn’t drinking too much.

rindou puts bubble guppies on the tv for him to watch and leans back.

“you can go unpack. your room is actually ready.” rindou informs, pointing upstairs.

ran gives you a grin before looking back at rindou.

“did you get that mat I told you to get?” ran asks, handing his son over to him.

“did you pay the 300 dollars?” rindou snorts, holding the baby upright.

you laugh, bringing your suitcase upstairs with a salty ran following behind.

-

eventually, it grows late and rindou’s making dinner for everyone that’s supposed to be here.

izana, kakucho, and shion hadn’t made it yet, but they were on the way.

izana complains he hasn’t had rindou’s lasagna in so long he might die without it.

so now he’s ready to set everything up.

“nini!” he hears below him, making him look down.

kenan is beaming, standing in a slight squat and holding his arms up.

it was a awkward stance, and he looked a bit uncomfortable.

“why are you standing like that papa? what’s wrong?” rindou frowns, ready to lift him up.

you come into the kitchen and stop him, holding your sons little hand.

“he’s finally pooping. just give him some time.” you explain, kissing at your son.

he coos and mocks you, running over to his father while screaming ‘poo poo’ loudly.

rindou chuckles, watching as you follow after him in a rush.

the doorbell rings, and he pauses in garnish the lasagna with cheese.

he walks over to the door and opens it, seeing his best friends standing with gifts.

“happy holidays!” they yell, save for izana who was rubbing his eye.

“hi!” the mini ran screams back, doing his squat once more.

a loud poot leaves his bum, and izana squeezes his brows together.

“kenan that wasn’t cute.” he jokes, stepping inside and placing the gifts down.

you give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek as always, and do the same with the others.

ran is laid out on the couch in pajamas, half asleep and playing with one of kenan’s toys.

everyone settled in, and rindou puts the food in the oven.

kenan runs up to you and squeezes your hand with a frown.

“what’s wrong? done making poo poo?” you ask, grabbing the baby bag.

he nods, and he’s a smart baby. he already has the diaper for you in his little hand.

“thank you.” you coo, lifting him onto the couch and laying him on his back.

ran glances at the two of you before kissing your cheek and getting up to give you space.

he goes into the kitchen instead, where izana and his brother is.

“look at that. the princess is awake.” izana jokes, dapping him up.

ran rolls his eyes but says nothing back, grabbing a cup of cranberry juice from the fridge.

“it feels nice to be here. nice and warm. can’t wait to sleep in my bed.” izana sighs in content.

ran nods in agreement, downing his drink.

at the same time the oven begins to beep, you let out a horrified scream.

“oh my god- ran!” you scream out from the living room,

rindou immediately gets up from his seat and goes over to you in confusion.

you’re holding kenan upside down and he’s crying, holding onto you as best as he can.

pure horror is on your face and his as you try to rush upstairs.

“he’s still shitting- it’s pouring out!” you yell, going to the nearest bathroom.

you leave drips of shit behind you, all leaking from the boys pamper.

you hear ran’s laugh from downstairs, as you rush to turn the bath water on and get the diaper off him.

rindou is right behind you trying to assist even a little bit while slipping on the shit.

kenan is holding onto you while screaming, trying to climb out the tub.

there’s shit everywhere, and it’s running down his back from when he was upside down.

“oh my god- I’m so sorry rindou.” you exclaim, getting the diaper off him.

he wraps it for you and dumps it into the bathroom’s little garbage.

rindou doesn’t offer you a respond, grabbing the baby soap and his duck towel.

“it’s okay papa, you gotta take a bath.” you say, turning to grab everything from rindou.

rindou hands you everything and looks at his tub in shock and horror.

you follow his sight and understand why your son is screaming now.

he took yet another shit in the tub, and it was huge and solid.

kenan is trying to run away from it, but the water makes it splatter everywhere.

“oh my god-“ “I’ll go get gloves.” rindou informs, trying not to laugh.

he runs downstairs and ran is helping himself to the food, cutting lasagna for everyone.

“ran your girl looks like she’s about to cry. there’s shit everywhere.” rindou chuckles, grabbing gloves.

“better than me. I would’ve thrown up or passed out.” ran says with a sigh, placing his plate on the table.

rindou rolls his eyes and brings you the gloves, watching you rush to put it on.

he puts on some beside you, before grabbing paper towel to scoop out as much as possible and dump it in the garbage.

there’s a flash, and you immediately look up to try and figure out what it was.

izana was holding his polaroid camera, smiling big as he shook the film.

“izana go away!” you laugh, finally getting all the poop out of the tub.

the man giggled and ran off, jumping into rindou’s bed.

you sigh, and rindou leans on the sink to clean himself up.

ran peeks into the bathroom before walking in, making a face at the smell.

“I brought his clothes.” ran says, handing his boy a clean plastic cup.

it busies him, making him dump the water on himself repeatedly.

you flip him off, washing the rest of the runny poop off your baby’s back.

ran ushers rindou out of the bathroom and sits on the toilet, smiling at his son.

-

you get kenan cleaned up and in pajamas, before laying him down to sleep.

when you get downstairs, kakucho was cleaning up the mess you had to leave.

you thank him softly before walking into the kitchen.

shion shrieks and runs from you, backing into the wall.

“girl you got shit on you!” shion exclaims, pointing to your shirt.

you immediately glance at your shirt, before taking it off your body.

the guys give you privacy, save for ran who was staring directly at your chest.

you toss the shirt at him and the poop mark lands on his cheek.

ran shrieks loudly like a little girl in disgust, before tossing it at rindou.

true to his earlier words, he hunches over the garbage and pukes.

rindou panics and throws it to shion, who’s across the room.

now they’re playing catch with it, trying to see who the poop with land on.

there’s poop on everyone’s hands save for yours, and everyone is disgusted.

the smell is horrendous, and you aren’t sure if it’s because of the prune juice.

“what the fuck is going- on!” izana yelps, getting off the couch from his nap and slipping.

on what, you might ask?

the only spot kakucho hadn’t cleaned up yet was where it leaked most.

right by the couch. under izana’s feet.

izana goes sliding, before landing next to the tree and hitting his head on the fireplace.

suddenly everyone stops, and ran doesn’t know whether to puke some more or laugh.

he does both.

-

now everyone is fresh out of the shower, sitting in yours and ran’s room.

izana sits on the bed with a bandage wrapped around his head and a ice pack, as well as tissue in his nose to stop the bleeding.

you lay next to him with kenan on your chest asleep.

rindou is at the edge of the bed sprawled out.

ran is sitting in the hanging chair with kakucho, watching the movie.

shion was asleep on the rug.

it was silent, save for home alone playing on the tv in the background.

“you know. I didn’t know babies can poop that much.” izana stated after three hours of being silent.

you chuckle, rubbing your son’s back and looking over to izana.

“yeah well. this was his first time.” you say quietly, handing him another tissue.

he changes out the one in his nose and tosses the used one in the garbage.

rindou watches the tissue, flinching and leaning back so he would make it.

izana rolls his eyes, cursing him out under his breath.

there’s a quiet pap that echos throughout the room, and everyone looks at kenan.

he’s half awake now, a frown deep on his little face as his eyes strain.

“anyone else smell that?” kakucho questions hesitantly, looking around the room.

-

[chronicowboy]

the house burned down before i got there | 1.3k

Eddie collapses back against the front door with a relieved sigh, tension melting out of his shoulders at the familiar smell of Buck's chili with Bobby's secret ingredient. His lips twitch into a small smile as the muffled sounds of Buck's cooking playlist float back to him, and he lets his eyes flutter shut to enjoy the warmth of it all.

"You're early." Buck's voice breaks him from his reverie, and Eddie opens his eyes to see that adorable confused furrow tucked between Buck's brows, his head tilted like a puppy trying to puzzle something out.

"Took a shortcut," Eddie replies, pushing himself off the door with a groan and heading for the kitchen.

"Date didn't go well?" Buck asks as he returns to the pot on the stove.

"It wasn't bad," Eddie shrugs and grabs a beer from the fridge. "She just wasn't ready for a relationship yet." He waits until Buck meets his eyes. "And that's okay."

For a moment, the only sounds in the kitchen are The Mountain Goats singing 'Retraced my steps back home/But the house burned down before I got there/And I found myself alone' and the bubbling of the chili. Their eyes locked in some silent battle of understanding. Buck's blues widen a fraction, his mouth drops open, Eddie's heart pounds.

The blare of an alarm breaks them apart.

"Shit," Buck hisses, diving to shut the thing up. He grabs the oven gloves from the island and crouches down to remove a tray of brownies from the oven.

Its then that Eddie notices the smudge of chocolate at the hinge of Buck's jaw, the slight dusting of flour matting Buck's curls above his left ear. He notices the mess too. The several sticky bowls on the island, the spills of milk and cocoa powder and what looks like at least three dollars worth of vanilla extract. The eggshells loose on the countertop and the whisk steadily dripping chocolate batter onto the tiles below. He notices all that, but he doesn't pay it half as much attention as he pays the chocolate chip melted onto the underside of Buck's forearm.

"Sorry, I know its a mess," Buck blurts out. "I thought I'd have more time to clean up before you got home, but Chris wanted something sweet and I think he needed an incentive to get his math homework done now that I can't help him with it."

Eddie's eyes follow him as he spins around the kitchen, tossing bowls and utensils into the sink with a frantic energy that makes Eddie's exhaustion triple just looking at it.

"And I found this brownie recipe the other day that I've been wanting to try, but I ran out of cocoa powder, and then I saw there was just the right amount in your cupboards."

Buck begins scrubbing at one of the more difficult spills on the counter, sweeps flour and cocoa powder into his hands before tossing it into the trash.

"I'll buy you a new one when I get another for myself, and we finished the chocolate chips, so I'll replace those too."

Its difficult not to think of it when they're in this configuration, Eddie leant back against the fridge with his arms crossed over his chest, Buck dancing around the kitchen rambling about the mess as he desperately avoids Eddie's eyes. Its difficult not to think of muffins and tears.

But Eddie isn't asking Buck to leave. He's asking the opposite, and he thinks Buck gets that now. Because Buck is making sure the mess stays his and his alone. So, Eddie turns the taps on, fills the sink with soapy water and pretends not to notice Buck's terrified eyes on him.

"And the vanilla extract because there was a little mishap with that," Buck rambles on. Eddie turns to face him as the steady stream of water and chatter combine. "And you always complain about how expensive the Madagascan stuff is but you only bought it because I asked for it, and—"

"I'm in love with you."

Buck's jaw snaps shut, an audible click that cuts through the cacophony of the kitchen. He doesn't look up from the stain he's scrubbing at, but Eddie doesn't need to see him to know that his face has been wiped blank.

"I love you, Buck. Almost told my date that when I was letting her down." Eddie huffs a gentle laugh, begs Buck to look up at him. "And I'm sorry to just spring it on you like this, but you deserve to know. You do. God, if there's anyone out there that deserves to know that there's someone who loves them wholly and completely, unconditionally with no stipulations or time limits," his voice breaks, and Eddie clears his throat, "its you." Buck freezes in his scrubbing, but he still doesn't look up. "I love you. And I know, or I think, that you aren't ready for us yet which is fine. I mean, if you do feel that way about—"

"I do," Buck breathes, so quiet Eddie almost misses it under the squeak of the tap turning off. Then, finally, Buck looks up at him, terrified and desperate and brave. "Of course, I do, Eddie."

Suddenly, Eddie has his arms full of a six foot two firefighter. He stumbles backwards with the force of Buck's embrace, catching them on the fridge as he wraps his arms around Buck's shoulders. Buck buries his face in Eddie's neck, hiding his shaky breaths against the collar of his jacket.

"I think I might be ready," Buck whispers. "I'm just so scared, Eddie."

"I know." Eddie tightens his grips. "I'm scared too."

"How do we stop being scared?"

"I'm not sure." Eddie begins to rub circles into Buck's shoulders. "I don't think you ever stop being scared with something like this. Because, even after you take the leap, you're always going to be scared of losing it. Us, especially, with our jobs. But that's what makes love worth it, right?" Eddie turns his face into Buck's head. "Having something you're so scared of losing that you cherish every moment you have it. The fear is nothing in the end, Buck. Its the love that matters."

"Its the love that matters," Buck mumbles to himself with a wet chuckle. "I love you, Eddie. I'm petrified, but I want... I just want."

"I want too," Eddie murmurs.

Buck pulls away slowly, barely separates them, just rears back enough that Eddie can make out the smudge of chocolate batter on his jaw. Eddie slides a hand up to cup the other side of Buck's face, brushes something of the flour from his hair with a gentle thumb as his eyes flick between Buck's. Something settles in them, the stormy blue calming into a summer sky. Slowly, carefully, giving Buck enough time to finish pulling away, Eddie leans in and kisses the hinge of his jaw. Buck's breath catches, and Eddie smiles against his skin, opening his mouth to lick the batter away. The needy sound it punches out of Buck almost takes his legs out from under him.

Eddie pulls back, brushes a kiss to Buck's birthmark and extricates himself from Buck's grasp.

"I think the chili is ready," he says, voice a little hoarse. Buck nods dumbly. "I'll plate up, you go get Chris?"

Eddie busies himself with turning off the stove and grabbing the bowls, ignoring the way his hands tremble. Its why he doesn't realise Buck hasn't left until there's a familiar hand on his waist spinning him around and bringing him into his chest. Eddie barely has time to look at Buck before there are lips on his, and he gives in easily to the tender slide of their lips.

"Just until I'm brave enough," Buck says breathily, and then he's vanishing from the kitchen.

[68spidey]

A commission piece I purchased from @poisonheadcrabsalesman . I figured now would be a good a time as ever to share! Thank you again for doing my boys such justice, I'll be sitting here reading it over and over again. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do!

- Boiling Point -

Summer in New York was like nothing else.

The heat bounced off the concrete, reaching a new intensity that didn’t seem to fade, and it even brought a new smell. Too many bodies, too many cars, too much heat; it was a blistering sprawling mess that spilled over from the crowded streets and subways. People brought it home with them. The city buzzed and cracked in the sunlight. It was baking the asphalt to such a degree their home was beginning to feel like an oven. It was such a pain when the manhole covers got hot enough to burn. It'd been weeks of high temperatures with no relief from the storms echoing through the evenings. Summertime in the concrete jungle did not make for an easy time and tensions rose and hung there like the humid stagnant air. Something was beginning to fester.

Everyone was more easily riled up in the heat, and Leo wasn't immune either. He had snapped at his brothers on more than one occasion, but he had expected the issues to pass. Water under the bridge. They were a team - they were family, and they’d survived everything before. Whenever one of them fell down, the others would help him right back up. Always.

So he was surprised to hear someone in the training room when he was going to squeeze in a bit more practice. It wasn’t unusual but doubt crept in sometimes. He was antsy about something he couldn't quite name, but his poor bandana was getting chewed to pieces if he continued thinking (not sulking!) about it in his room.

He was the leader! He needed to get it together and get his head back in the game. Master Splinter had lectured him enough about doubt and making choices, but still his anxiety stayed, like a shadow at his back, always weighing on his shoulders. Leo was supposed to be better than this. He was supposed to lead his brothers, not struggle under some stupid doubts. He wasn’t a kid anymore! Still, something was off. Spats broke out more and more and now the shadow was back with a vengeance.

Must be the heat, tempers flaring.

Short, curt replies and sharp glances were probably nothing. Probably.

Maybe it was related to recent missions not quite going off without a hitch. Their teamwork and communication could use some work, maybe he could schedule some extra practice…

His bandana finds its way into his mouth and he chews on it without thinking. The cloth is familiar between his teeth. Comfortable.

Still, he needs to be perfect. He can’t keep getting lost in his head. He's expected to be an example and a little extra practice would do something about his worries. He pulls the bandana out of his mouth and shakes his head. He needs to stop looking for childish comforts. Going to the dojo and running through some katas would help. It always did.

Then he could put this silly emotional mess behind him and get some sleep. Things were moving quickly and he needed to be in top shape for his team. For his brothers.

-

The training room echoes with the sound of blows and heavy breathing; the mats on the floor doing nothing to muffle the chaos inside. Noise bouncing off stone and brick doesn’t break the occupant’s concentration. Leo rounds the last corner obscuring which brother is training this late, but he already knows who it is.

Raphael had been tense lately, more serious than usual. He’d bristle over every little thing and eye contact was a signal to fight. Even Mikey had noticed and pointed out that Raph had taken to sulking in his room again. His presence fills the room even as he trains in the corner. His brother’s hits don’t lose their power or accuracy, if anything he seems to hit the dummy harder now that he sees that it’s Leo at the door. There’s water bottles scattered on a nearby bench and other signs pointing that Raphael had been there for a while.

Leo raises his hand in greeting before lowering it and simply nodding in acknowledgement. The look on Raph’s face darkened at the possibility of Leo opening his mouth so he backs off. Leo goes to his usual spot on the mat, but he feels Raph’s eyes like a brand on him.

He waits, takes a breath, and unsheathes his sword moving into first stance. The sound of another hit landing on the dummy rings through the dojo.

And before silence can fall Leo moves. His stance changes, breath flowing through the movement and ending with his sword striking swift and true. There is only him and his envisioned target. He shifts his hips and slices with his sword, power coming from his focus and twisting body. Breath leaves him in a powerful exhale and his eyes follow the line of the blade. He pulls back, hips cocked and sword level with his cheek as he moves to the next kata.

His form is nearly perfect. Nearly.

Again.

He moves back and continues. Resetting and recentering himself as he trains and offers companionship, however unwanted. Leo has to ignore when his brother looks at him and the way Raph huffs at his obvious missteps and the way the hits echo in the room as Raph attacks the dummy again and again. He can wait him out. Raph’s got a short fuse and Leo’s used to dealing with it. They can talk when he calms down. They always do.

But Leo’s tired. Tension has him wound tight and he knows he should be better - he’s the leader - but he’s also reaching his boiling point. He’s hot and sick of the anger radiating off of Raphael for no discernable reason. So he snaps, after once again being subjected to his brother’s not so silent judgment.

He puts too much power behind the sword swing and loses his balance, then overcorrects by going down on one knee to avoid falling.

Raph lets out a laugh, mean and cold. Leo burns. He should walk it off. He should be better. He’s Team Leader.

He stands and sheaths his sword, rolling his shoulders back. Breathe. What would Master Splinter think?

“Thought everything came easy to you?” Raphael calls from his corner. “Funny seeing you mess up.”

Leo flinches and turns to look at his brother who decided to start speaking to him. There’s a bitter edge to his words and hurt in his eyes.

“What?” He responds intelligently. Anxiety ripples in the back of his mind. The Shadow rears its ugly head as he blanks. What would he say to this? Where was this coming from?

“I’m just saying I thought you were better at everything. Didn’t have to work as hard as us problem students?” Raphael is hanging off the dummy now, his broader frame barely hiding the damage to the dummy itself and his poorly wrapped hands. His sai are on the ground. When did he stop using them?

“Hello, Earth to Leo? What, too good to answer me?”

Leo flushes with embarrassment and anger burns up his neck, but he’s worried. This isn’t the usual goading. Raphael is mad mad and going straight where he knows it’ll hurt the most. He looks at Raph’s hands, and at the empty water bottles littering the training room.

"Raph, man, you going easy on the dummy? That's not like you." He prods, ignoring the barbed words. He’s genuine about checking in on his obviously upset brother but the words only seem to stoke Raph’s anger.

His eyes narrow, nostrils flaring, and he stalks closer to face Leo. Tension and barely controlled anger roll off his shoulders and hands flex and close into fists. Something shifts behind his eyes, and he responds with his jaw set and chin raised.

“You done dancing yet? Or are you going to tell me why you’re really here?

“I’m practicing, same as you.” Leo’s defenses are still up, but he’s confused. They’ve always shared everything, if Raph needed space he’d sneak out or sulk in his room.

“Sure you are. Perfect Leo needs to come down here and grace us with his presence because he needs practice.”

“Hey…” Leo’s actually kind of hurt by Raph’s anger. What did he do wrong?

“Just leave it.” Raphael mutters and returns to his corner. His body language is tense and closed off, but Leo’s grown up with him.

He knows what Raph looks like when he’s sad.

Raphael sees him staring and rounds on the dummy, hitting it hard enough it sways and remains rocking for several moments. Then he takes a deep breath and falls into form.

Raphael goes through several techniques as Leo returns to his sword katas. Raph moves onto kicks and Leo winces at the strength he’s using behind them for practice. Waiting him out is proving harder than he thought. He resumes his own forms, but focus is hard. It doesn’t want to come, try as he might he can’t help sneaking glances at Raphael as he works out his emotions in the corner.

Leo gets through 15 more minutes of listening to Raphael pushing himself before he stops and wanders over to the weapons rack. He can hear Raphael pause as he puts up his sword and hefts the wooden practice katana in his hands.

The anxiety is still there. The Shadow lingers in the back of his mind, but he doesn’t allow it to show on his face or in his voice when he asks “Hey, want to spar?”

-

A spar would help. Help blow off some steam. It’s just the heat. The team is fine. They’re fine. Doubts bubble up in the back of his head, rattling around but he doesn’t silence them this time.

They’re not fine. His brother is hurting. Yeah he's the team leader but this was because of the team. Maybe he’d been too harsh recently. Maybe too many missions have gone wrong. Maybe Raph has something going on that he hasn’t talked to anyone about yet. His brother has a short fuse yeah, but he’s a big powder keg too - keeping too much inside until he blows up.

The wood of the practice sword is an old friend in his hands.

Raphael lingers near the weapons rack, unsure if only for a moment before grabbing the dull practice sai.

“Ready?” Leo asks. He shakes his arms out and bounces on his toes at the edge of the mat before falling into a stance. He doesn’t bow, because this is an impromptu thing, casual. It’s a peace offering, one that he hopes Raphael gets. He looks thrown off by the fact that Leo is treating the spar so casually.

Leo smiles.

Raphael remembers his anger and scowls, bringing up his sai. “I’m always ready.”

Leo grins and calls to start.

Raphael moves quickly and hits hard. He must know he’s at the disadvantage - tired from training harder and longer.

Leo blocks. The hilt of his sword shakes in his palm from the force of the hit and he blinks in surprise. The wood clacks loudly against the blunted training sai.

Raphael is tired. It makes sense, since he’d been there for who knows how long before Leo arrived an hour ago. His attacks are sloppy, too much force and wasted movement combining to leave obvious openings that would be all too easy to take.

So he doesn’t.

Leo parries and returns with his own quick strikes, just enough to show Raphael where his openings are.

Hit, hit, block, dodge, hit. Feint, hit, hit, dodge, hit, block. One, two. One, two, block.

Wood on metal. Blunt edges meeting, the previously silence broken by a new dance as they work into a rhythm. There’s less power behind Raphael’s hits even if he hasn’t dropped the scowl. It becomes less of a spar and more of a game. One two, one two three four, one two, back, one two, dodge.

There’s no telegraphing, there’s not even any holding back because they’re both using appropriate force now. Give and take, Receive and push, dodge and redirect.

“Our footwork is a mess.” Leo says between breaths, and the furrow between Raph’s brows that had almost disappeared returns until Leo continues, “Good thing Master Splinter isn’t here to see it.”

That breaks Raphael’s concentration and he snorts. The grin that had been threatening to show finally makes itself known.

The tension in the air lessens and so does the sting in his palms from blocking Raph’s hits with his sword. The tension is still there, but it’s not stifling. The pain is still there too, but it’s a reminder. A warning, to check before things get too bad.

The spare ends when they both get too tired to hold their weapons up. Leo and Raphael are breathing hard, but there’s less anger in the line of Raph’s shoulders. There’s still frustration in his eyes. This didn’t fix everything, but it helped.

Leo feels lighter, internally. Physically his limbs feel like lead and he wants to crawl into bed and sleep for twelve hours. But he’s not done yet. He puts the practice sword away and watches Raphael distance himself again, heading to the door without a word. The anxiety is still there, but it doesn’t stop him. Leo doesn’t let it.

“Hey Raph?” he calls, and Raph actually pauses. He doesn’t face him, but he waits.

“You know, I’m here if you want to talk…or if you ever want to spar.” Leo says after clearing his throat.

Raph doesn’t respond, but he doesn’t leave right away. He cocks his head to the side as he listens. It’s only because Leo is waiting and watching closely that he sees the small shrug of his brother’s shoulders before he disappears down the hall.

It’s late and the air’s cooled off to be comfortable again.

[treedaddymcpuffpuff]

Flying/Dream to Believe (2 parter) (TW: mention of gore/fighting/rage/bullying/smoking)(mostly sfw)

@gea-chan96 Here you go!!! Not sure if I did it justice, but this is what I ended up coming up with. There will be a second part soon where your request is actually fulfilled 🤪.

Part One.

I’m late again, which makes sense. Ever since mom took the job at the hospital, she’s been getting home at 8:15 and practice starts at 8. 

I don’t wanna give her grief about it, though. I see how tired she is and I love her a lot.

Shoving my worn bag off my shoulders and onto the stage, I look around to see where Ms. Stoller is - rotten luck, she’s starring right at me, eyes narrowed and mouth lined into a scowl. 

Well, that’s my first goal for today, then; un-pissing off my teacher. 

I walk up, sheepish and rubbing the back of my neck, baby hairs getting caught in my fingers and tangling at the base of my scalp. 

“Uh, sorry, Ms. Stoller, I-“

She sighs, disappointment heavy and devastating in her eyes. “Y/n, this is the third time you’ve been late this week. This responsibility is meant to teach you discipline, not further your obstinance.”

I cringe. “It’s just my mom, she-“

She holds up her hand. “You can give me all the excuses you want, but until you can show me commitment, you’ll have to extend your time with us.”

She motions for me to go, and I do, setting to work on cleaning up after the gymnasts and refilling the chalk cauldron as it empties. 

I help stabilize the girls as they practice, holding waists and legs and hands and not minding the sticky smell of sweat and old perfume.

Most of them have gotten so used to me that they actively seek my assistance with routines, now. I’m broad shouldered and plump and tough for a girl - the one in class who always volunteers when teachers say they need “strong guys” for something - and the thinner girls know I can hold them steady and help lift them.

It’s nice to be relied on, even if some of them whisper about me when they think I’m not listening or laugh at me when I stumble and fall over divots in the mats. I’m used to it, though, and I have a strong backbone that my grandpa says I got from him. 

This particular rainy fall day - maybe it’s the weather making them ornery - Stacy and Leah are out for blood. 

I don’t think I’ve turned around or made a tiny mistake once without one of them rolling their eyes or scoffing at me or whispering something to the other. It’s revving me up, skin prickling in the way it does before I punch something - or someone, which is how I landed here on my weekends, anyway.

So, I’m trying to avoid them, but they must take that as a threat or challenge or something, because they start actively insulting me out loud. They remind me of chihuahuas, specifically Sam, the little guy in the down town pet shop who doesn’t need a reason to bite your heel and make you bruise. 

Nah, I shouldn’t insult chihuahuas like that. Leah and Stacy aren’t cute like Sam, they’re more like evil porcelain dolls - the kind that the puppet master would make if he valued magazine beauty more than the grotesque and macabre.

My breaking resolve - the only thing keeping my fist from contacting a mouth - almost snaps in half when Stacy “accidentally” spills my freshly refilled powder on the floor. All of it, stark white and glittery, lies there taunting me, and the oven in my chest surges hotter.

Her and Leah laugh for what feels like minutes, and I know I have to get out of here. To avoid hurting something, I have to run. As far away as possible. Down the empty hallways, out the double doors, onto the football field. 

I slip on the dewy fake grass and my face implants into the ground, knocking some of the rage out of me along with my breath. 

High pain tolerance coming in handy, I roll over with an ache blooming fresh and dull behind my forehead, sigh, and stare up at the cloudy grey sky. 

I’m never getting out of this. I’ll never have a weekend to myself again. Not that I did anything fun or productive with them to begin with.

Mr. Barr, the guidance counselor, says I should join something like Karate or Judo to displace my rage, but how can I if I’m stuck doing Ms. Stoller’s dirty work for the rest of the semester? 

I tear pieces of sharp, synthetic grass out of the ground, making my fingertips sore and red, not really trying that hard to get myself standing so I can go back in, but then I hear hushed laughing.

Shit. I bolt up, ass taking the full brunt of the grass’s moisture, pants soaking through. I look around, not seeing a person, but, instead, a fat, billowy cloud of smoking floating up and dissipating in the atmosphere. 

Come to think of it, I also smell cigarettes. I scrunch my nose. It’s awful, like hot tar and rubber, and I’m about to leave just so I don’t have to inhale it - so much for my alone time - when a face peaks around from behind the bleachers, grinning at me.

As soon as the floating head appears, it’s gone, pulled back in by its companion - because these dummies never go anywhere without one another - and hushed, arguing whispers ensue.

I sigh, start walking away, already too annoyed to deal with the two stooges, but the call of my name gets me to stop and turn. 

“Hey, y/n,” Tommy says, fully out in the open, hair damp and clinging to his head, probably because he’s been out here in the rain for a while. “Uh, please don’t tell anyone?” 

I wave him off. “It’s whatever.”

“What did she say?” Leo pops out, dragging on his white stick and puffing smoke from his nose like a dragon, grinning like an idiot. 

Tommy groans and growls, grabs the cig from him and puts it out on his shoe. He pushes the shorter man on the chest and makes him stumble back. “You freaking idiot! Put that shit away!” 

They’re kinda funny in a really annoying way. I can’t fight the smile on my face even if I try super hard, so I just let it happen. 

Tommy looks back to me, still with a crimson flush darkening his sun ripened skin. “Sorry, we didn’t mean to bug you..”

“I mean, you were here first.” I shrug and kick the greenery.

Leo nods, agreeing with me, but also blushing. “Yeah, we were.”

Tommy clotheslines him in the stomach, and Leo groans and falls back. I can’t help but find this slapstick routine hilarious, and a tiny giggly hiccup plops out of me as Leo glares at both of us. 

Tommy gives me a lop sided grin that’s oddly charming. “Hey,” he says, “you wanna hang out with us?”

I thumb behind me at the school. “Uh, I would, but I gotta get back to practice.” 

Is it just me, or does his face droop a little like that sad brown hound dog on morning cartoons?

“Skip it,” Leo shrugs. “Who wants to hang out with some weird contortionist freaks, anyway.”

Tommy glares at him. “Hey, man, if she says she needs to be somewhere, that’s final.”

I look from one to the other, and find myself really wanting to hang out with them despite my commitments and better judgements. Sure, Tommy’s a womanizer, and Leo’s a prick, but they’re fun in an insufferable way. 

It wouldn’t be so bad, maybe, to have friends. A purposeful grin is finally allowed to split my mouth. “Yeah, I’ll join you.” 

Their hangout is two broken benches under the bleachers. As soon as we duck under, it starts to rain again, and I take this as a sign that maybe I am supposed to be here with them. 

Leo lights up another cigarette with a match stick, and hands it to me after taking a lung full. 

Tommy snatches it from him. “She’s a girl, Leo. Be respectful.” 

I roll my eyes, and grab the cigarette from Tommy, who looks surprised enough to make me laugh out loud. 

“Girls can smoke,” I say, and take a long drag. Way too long, way too much. Smoke infiltrates my inner organs and I start choking and sputtering and wheezing. Maybe girls can’t smoke. Maybe our lungs are too small, like Mr. Butler says in 5th period science class.

Doesn’t matter if we can or can’t, because I am never doing this shit again. 

Every part of my insides feels flayed and charred like hot dogs on the grill, and I can’t stop hacking.

Leo ends our game of musical cigarette and grabs the stick back. “Maybe girls really can’t smoke.”

“Nah,” Tommy says, patting me on the back absently, “James did this, too, the first time. And then Annie didn’t do it.” He taps his finger on his chin, contemplative. “I think it has something to do with how much you take in at once.”

Leo plops down on the bench, puffing. “Yeah, yeah, smart guy.” 

Tommy shrugs. “I’m just sayin’.”

After I’m done choking on leftover lung fire, I sit on the opposite bench and wipe tears off my face. “Why’re you guys out here on a weekend?”

“Well, think about it,” Tommy says, “this is the least likely place someone will look for us.”

“Tell her the other reason,” Leo says, a no good grin forming around his cigarette. 

Tommy runs a hand through thick brown hair, shameful, shifting onto his other foot. “We watch the girls practice gymnastics. Sometimes.”

“You help, don’t you?” Leo asks me.

Shoulda figured. Boys. All the same. 

“Seems you already know that, Leo,” I quip, leaning both elbows back on the soggy table and trying to sound uninterested and unaffected despite looking at them both a little differently now.

“You think Stacy would go out with me?” Leo asks. 

Tommy glares at him. “Dude, she doesn’t wanna talk about her job-“

“Not a job,” I sigh. “You have to get payed for it to be that.” 

They both cringe, showing some empathy. I appreciate that whether they’re being genuine or not.

“Oh, that’s what you got?” Leo asks. “For punching Nate in the face and breaking his cheekbone?”

It’s my turn to blush. “You know about that?”

“Uh, duh,” says Leo, “you think anyone can stop talking about it?” 

“Why’d you hit him, anyway?” Tommy asks, taking a seat beside Leo. 

“I’d rather not say.” 

Leo scoffs. “Well, June says it was because he was making fun of those homeless, smelly kids on your bus. Which, no offense, but, seems like a bit of an overreaction.”

Tommy grabs his jacket sleeve. “Leo, you either learn not to be an asshole or shutup, because next time you say dumb shit, I’m gonna punch you.”

“He was trying lift her skirt up to see how dirty she was under it, and the bus driver was doing nothing,” I tell him, trying to calm myself with the guidance counselor’s methods. 

Tap your fingers, count backward from 20, try to focus on what you can see and hear and feel rather than your emotions. It works like a wet bandaid.

“Oh… shit.” Leo looks at the ground. 

“What a dick,” Tommy tuts, “you should’ve gotten an award, instead.” 

“The award was my fist meeting his pretty boy face and taking him out of football for the season,” I shrug. 

“Hold on,” Tommy says, looking at me like he’s seeing me for the first time. He narrows his eyes. “You’re sort of a… badass, aren’t you?”

“Hey, yeah,” Leo agrees, perking up. 

I look away, not used to praise and wanting to reject it. Calling me a badass is way too much of a compliment. I’m more like an out of control raging bull, as my father affectionately says. 

We talk for a little longer, and it feels easy to get along with them. Despite being huge perverts, and kind of pathetic, I find myself fitting in and being entertained. Misfits and degenerates, we eventually come together, I guess, much to the dismay of every normal person. 

Tommy teaches me how to do a trick where you press against a wall with your arm, keep your feet planted, lean back, and then try to press again but can’t reach. 

Leo shows both of us how to exhale white, pillowy smoke from your mouth and inhale it back into your nose.

Tommy asks me to arm wrestle him, and I lose horribly, which I just know inflates his already massive ego to an eldritch degree. 

I win against Leo, but that’s not much of a confidence boost. 

We take turns telling the freakiest, goriest stories we know. Leo’s is the best, captivating Tommy and I from start to finish and probably making it so neither of us will sleep without the light on for a week. 

I’m actually sad when it’s time for them to go. We’re all damp and cold and probably look like a gang of wet dumpster cats up to no good, but I wouldn’t mind staying that way if it means I can hang out with these goons longer. And, I have almost entirely forgotten about slamming Stacy’s and Leah’s heads into concrete until I see brains.

Plus, Tommy notices I’m only in a thin sweater and drapes his bulky coat around me, and for a minute I kind of feel like one of the girls that fall victim to his charms.

I try to give it back, and we engage in a wrestling match that’s the opposite of tug of war. Even still, by the end of it we’re laughing so hard that I’m wheezing like I took another hit of the tobacco. 

Practice is already over when I go in to collect my bag from the stage, but Ms. Stoller is waiting for me in her office. She’s filing papers, little spectacles perched on her dainty nose, and barely looks up at me as she talks. 

“This is not how you show that you are reformed, y/n.” 

I actually do feel pretty sorry, only because Ms. Stoller isn’t awful and she has a way of earning respect from her pupils that leads to certain devastation in her disappointment. 

“I’m sorry, Ms. Stoller.”

She sighs and takes her glasses off. “Why don’t you join?” She finally looks at me, which is the wrong time to do so because my face is contorted in disgust and fear.

I would be less appalled if she started calling me names and spitting at me.

“What?”

“Join gymnastics,” she suggests, almost casually. 

Casually.

Like that wouldn’t be the end of my already 3/4ths dead self confidence. 

“Ms. Stoller, thanks but I-“

“It would be a good way for you to exercise and let some tension off. And we’d start you slow. I think you’d do well. Plus, then you wouldn’t have to be forced to do all the grunt work.”

I only blink at her like she’s lost her head.

“Just think about it,” she tells me, ignoring my resistance, going back to paperwork. “And let me know tomorrow at some point.” 

She dismisses me. 

[crimsonblackrose]

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Eli you should be proud of yourself, that turned out nice:

They even put up lanterns.

Johnny drinking an RC cola and not beer, proud of him. The fact they sit together and eat. That Daniel brought an extra pair of chopsticks to share. Johnny tried gyoza and liked it. 🥺💖💖💖💖

Johnny wearing Mr. Miyagi's gear for blocking, the baseball catcher outfit and the way Johnny smiles in that thing. 💖

Johnny ripping what's left of his sandwhich in half and giving it to Daniel and Daniel looks at it like eww but then tries it and likes it.

Johnny being a slight shit by doing the crane pose, but it's clearly a joke.

I loved this whole opening.

Do you think Johnny painted this himself?

he carpools with Miggy.

Double date dinner with the LaRusso's!!!!

Of course Daniel's home has a built in pizza oven and he makes his own pizza.

Daniel catching Johnny's flick beer cap is also another favorite.

He also made broccoli rabe and is getting a barolo (italian wine) from the garage.

Anthony: What the hell why are you here/Johnny: who the hell are you, wait a second are you the son? Anthony: It's called a growth spurt dipshit.

I wonder when the last time someone noticed Anthony was.

Sam used to walk around the showroom floor like she owned the place so they tease that she'll take it over, but there's no actual pressure for it. Though Daniel expects her to go to college.

Miguel and his straight A's and dreams of Stanford.

Oh Daniel I can see the gears in your head working on paying for Miguel's tuition.

Miguel accidentally spills wine on Daniel and breaks the glass, curses, and then apologizes for cursing and is so panicked. He was reaching for the salad.

No one asked about Anthony or really talked to him.

Both Sam and Miguel look unhappy/distracted

Silver having a rough time due to the kitchen torch taking a moment to work.

There's a headcannon that Terry's sick/dying. I'd like to note that he's got medicine in front of him and as soon as he tells the chef he's skipping breakfast the chef asks if he should call the doctor.

Kenny showing up to cobra kai to ask for help from Robby and Kreese doesn't even let him finish but allows Kenny to at least try because Robby goes to the mat saying his older brother was one of the toughest guys in juvie.

Daniel thinking ah yeah I got this lesson, and the prize because these kids like competition: If you succeed you get to lead class all week. Crickets. And pick out which flavor gatorade I buy next. 🤣🤣 And that wins them over.

Poor Miguel thinking once again he Mr. LaRusso might not think he's good enough for his daughter.

Daniel teasing Miguel the way Mr. Miyagi teased him.

Demetri scaring the kids. "I heard he drowned a kid in a pool teaching him to kick and that was before he sicced a rabbid dog on Eli."

Ah, not fully accurate. Miguel survived, and I don't think the dog was rabid and He didn't sicc the dog on him he just called the dogs.

I do think for a lesson with students you don't know too well, even if 90% of them used to be your own, having kids try to jump over buildings is a terrible idea Johnny and a couple mattress isn't enough protection.

The other issue is, unlike Daniel and the Eagle Fangs who are more open to learning Miyagi-do and up for the challenge. Daniel's spent 3 seasons telling Miyagi-do students that Johnny is a dangerous and monstrous person, add to it what Demetri tells them and their own, like 2 days as Cobra Kai kids and they don't want to do anything he tells them to do. It's literally stacked against him.

Measuring by Nates. Omg was I calling Nate Ryan? Nate I'm sorry. They truly rarely say most of the B/C plot kids names.

None of the kids jump which, fair but also kinda rough on Johnny that no one listens to him. But also Johnny???? WHY THE HELL FOR THIS ONE? Practice their jumps closer to the ground first. Don't just shove them out of the nest. Let them take some practice jumps from somewhere safer.

This feels like one of those flanderization moments, of like Netflix got their hands on this and was like give him something the kids will all say no to because it's a terrible idea and super unsafe.

Kyler? Kreese come on. Be a little nicer to Kenny. Great question Kenny, how am I supposed to fight if I haven't had any training yet?

Kyler literally scaring Kenny off the mat and then laughing. Poor Kenny, and I think he left without his shoes. That was mean. Johnny wouldn't have done that.

Hawk: Let's practice at a fish tank in a Chinese restaurant.

This is not fully Sam, this is Daniel.

Sam really snaps. She uses being a teenager as an excuse for all her poor choices and says she's made a couple of mistakes. Which fair, but also being coddled and believing she can do no wrong does not help. "You're a 50-something-year-old-man who live alone, drinks all day, and clearly hasn't figured out his own life."

Which is very much a mad teen thing to say, but also a bit of that is once again Daniel.

"If you want to sit in the backseat your whole life, go right ahead, it's no sweat off my back." He also points out that he gets to do what he loves every day because he didn't listen to his parents or do what they wanted him to do.

Kyler to Tory: want to stand in line with me to buy Nikes?

Tory: How many sneakers do you need?

In otherwords he's asked her to do this before and she's stood in line with him before while he buys shoes. Kyler says she looks good in Dunks. ( A type of Nike shoe) Maybe he bought her some?

Terry: Turn around you son of a bitch.

The fact Terry doesn't even wait until the students are fully far away and these kids don't give a shit about the tall guy who walks past them into their dojo.

Terry comes in pissed, but stops to take off his shoes before crossing the mat.

Sometimes you forget how tall TIG is.

Terry's also the first one to come in, show he hasn't gotten rusty and doesn't actually hit Kreese, just shows him. They also were circling each other around the mat while Terry ranted.

Kenny your brother gave you a fairy god-brother and he's here:

Note that this is more big brothers big sisters style adoption but he's going to do his best, he's going to fuck up a little but he's going to try and help you.

Also, again whose paying and buying Robby his clothes other than Netflix?

Shawn is supposed to get out this summer. But he got an extra month for spitting in a guards face.

Kenny blames himself for Shawn being in juvie. Shawn had some bad friends at school, Kenny caught this friend stealing from their parents. the guy tried to hurt Kenny but Shawn protected him, defended Kenny but because the guy got so badly beaten Shawn got juvie. Which is wild since it sounds like it happened in the Payne household, so wouldn't it be self defense?

Is Kenny like allergic to dairy? What is with all of the milk stuff?

Kenny: All i can do is run. Robby realizing from Miyagi-do that Kenny can use that for karate.

oh man Lucille

Apparently Lucille saved, scrimped and put every spare cent in a jar she called The Daniel Fund. And Daniel spent it all on a round trip ticket to Okinawa and then again on Mr. Miyagi's Little Trees.

Man Lucille must be pissed about TKK2.

It is funny though to have someone go oh so you did this right and Daniel have to realize that no he was a kind hearted dumbass.

Johnny is so fucking proud of her. She's so stubborn like her dad. But she also does what she wants, she just actually has to figure out what she wants, but like she said she's a teen. She's got time.

Look how happy and proud of herself she is

Terry and his medicine again.

Someone made a meme out of Terry in front of the mirror and I forgot for a second it was a meme and was like where's the lipstick writing? 🤣

oooh I like his black cup

It's March 14th.

Terry is getting ready for bed before 10.

Cheyenne's last name is Hamidi

He's been ignoring her since Friday.

We're having vegan cacciatore for dinner, is that okay?

I'll save you a plate. Honey where are you. I love you. Please text me back... Is everything alright? (Yesterday) Terrance... Why aren't you texting me back? Are you mad at me? You must be busy...Let me know when you'll be home.

Terry had his cobra kai tattoo covered up.

Their first All-Valley

Saturday December 20th

Kreese entered cobra kai before they even had any students. He wants to show the world that 'their way is the right way'.

Terry's father made him take over the company or else get cut out of the inheritance.

Kreese: I can't do this without you Terry.

Also Kreese: You can get through anything, you know why? Because you got me.

I didn't leave you behind in the war and I'm not going to leave you behind now. Kreese, he's leaving you to go work at company. I get that this is support for him being scared but still.

The absolute drama of Terry putting his hair up. They should've done this for Violet Baudelaire the first time she puts her hair up in a Series of Unfortunate Events.

We spend so much time, zoomed in on his hair.

Johnny going for it and Carmen trying to save him due to the other people in her home. 🤣

I think it's kinda funny and adorable that he gives his big speech to Carmen then turns to Rosa and her friends and is like I don't know if they got all of that, do you want to translate and they're all nodding like they got his big romantic speech.

And that they're like he's cute does he have an older brother as Carmen and Johnny make out in the entry way.

AGAIN WITH THE NEW BACKGROUND COBRA KAIS OMG

Go Kenny go! Also the fact Kenny is proud of himself for charging forward and landing a punch.

Apparently Mitch did homework by watching Hillybilly Handfishing.

What I love about Miguel is once he figured it out he didn't just try to win, but he taught the other eagle fangs too.

Pure delight but also, that poor fish

Aw Sam called Johnny sensei.

Perseverance, courage and strength are apparently watch Daniel's hachimaki means.

We never do get to see what else Johnny had planned for the Miyagi-do's. I was wondering why Daniel got two days and Johnny got one, and it's because they don't show it (or at least not in this episode)

And on the one hand it feels like oh but Miguel did well and the goal is for them to learn and everything from each other and technically Johnny you're bonding with Sam (something that if I remember correctly, Daniel didn't like either)

But Daniel also taught Robby and (arguably) kidnapped his son, poaches his students and Kreese stole most of the rest of his students so it's like a sore subject. Even though I'm happy that they're bonding and pretty sure Miguel's feeling a little more secure in dating Sam with Daniel.

Plus as soon as they enter the dojo all the kids run up to look, even the Miyagi-do that are supposed to be paying attention to Johnny and following him that day.

[kirklandsheartsecrets]

can you write some headcanons on what would they be like as cats? i imagine scotland to be this giant furball who's vigilant, but LOVES lazing around in the sun

UK Brothers as cats II headcannons

Scotland

Burmese cat

giant furball yes but it 's not noticeable first

THICC fur but not long

Loves laying in the sun, absolutely

but only if it's in a random hill

sun baths cost a price

lays down for a few seconds, but the slightest bee or butterfly makes him jump or lift his neck to check

unfortunately the weather in scotland CANNOT afford this kind of sun enough

ends up standing right under the oven.

That spot right against the oven, he lays down there.

Give him your hand he'll bite on it

not painfully but he just keeps it there

Lanky as hell

just like the man

you cannot miss him when he is laid down on the floor

but be pls careful about the bed or couch

he is probably there, behind the pillow or under the blanket

has not problem with water overall

not impressed by people in general

wondering how he is still alive after licking so much irn bru off the bottles he finds around the house or the bit that spilled on the table.

hates wales

N.Ireland

American bobtail

cute white little tail

that picture of people bowing down, hands in the air in front of someone holding a cat

his moment

triggered easily

cuddle buddy

but

has an imaginary ladder

if you let him sleep in your bed

have him in your arms during dinner

give him food he shouldn't be eating

you're going straight down low on the ladder

top of the ladder is whoever is the boss

cannot act up against this boss

you never know if he wants to cuddle or not

you be laying on the couch and he comes to your side

squeezing his body in between your legs and the arm rest

even tho there is a whole couch on your other side free

then sometimes

stands as far as he can away from you

try to get his attention he'll just look at you for a second

no more

smug about it

also bad sign

you're low on the « imaginary ladder » if that happens

has his favorite blanket in the house

the way to his heart

picky about his food

he always grabs them in his mouth, drops them on the floor,

picks the ones he wants to eat.

Useless to force him

waits before diving into his kibble bowl

doesn't get along with scotland and wales

Ireland

balinese

that iconic smile of him y'know ?

(・ω・｀)

imaginary ladder user too

wondering how he is alive from licking so much sodas bottles

leaves the house randomly

everyone is panicked

comes back as if nothing happened

likes cold tiles

for instance cold tiles after cleaning day

strecthes himself

but only in the morning

eats a lot

always hungry

on a diet

open bags and boxes

has a specific way to do

he takes whatever he is looking for

food mostly..

and takes it to his little corner mat

then tries to get the most out of it

acts stupid but really intelligent

so if you have no sign from him for more than 10 minutes

get worried darling

he is either taking a stroll or eating the snacks from your bag

'kiss me im irish'

needs kisses all the time

hates england

mysterious old man keeps an eye on him

nice overall but sneaky

England

britsih shorthair obv

looks mean but actually really nice

Doesn’t eat kibbles 

Eats whole meat he is chic

Voluminous and thick fur

France and Scotland hate him for that

has a cute bow but

only for pics

out of sight out of mind

Will not come to you if you do not look for him

Usually becomes desperate and looks for you

Used to love the outside when he was smaller

Now meh 

Stolen toys from his brothers 

like the monarchy jewelry

do not call me out to Charles or Lizzie about what I just wrote

Look like he doesn’t want hugs 

Actually likes them

Special spot on the bookshelf 

No imaginary ladder

Just sleeps in your bed if comfortable with you enough

Paddington bear is his favorite toy 

Likes standing there, surrounded with people

Just sits down and watches

Take his ears into your hands

He is cute and great personality 

Wales

angora

listen up

he is not easy

but if you’re up for a challenge then alright

imaginary ladder but the top of the ladder is him

Eats grass

Coughs

Goes back to eating grass

If you have a garden or just growing strawberries

I’m sorry gal but they’re his

Gets his way all the time

Spoiled

Has toys but doesn’t use them

Gives them to england

Plays a lot outside

Favorite spot : sheeps back

looks like a cinnamon bun

tastes like it

means not good as it looks

Needs attention but don’t look out for him

Not scared easily

Extremely difficult to take care of his paws

Screaming

Crying

Hissing

Sits on your legs or in between but don’t get comfortable too fast

As cliche as it sounds, celtic music helps

If you’re his favorite person congrats

Not all hero wears capes

The incident with Scotland and N.Ireland

Manipulated them into going to a farm

Did not end well

for them

Since then scot and north hate him

My sincere apologies if you end up with him

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The Complete Guide to Home Linen: Elevating Comfort and Style in Your Living Space

Home linen plays a crucial role in enhancing the comfort, aesthetics, and functionality of any home. From soft bed sheets to stylish curtains, home linen includes a variety of textile items that not only serve practical purposes but also add warmth, texture, and elegance to your living space. In this article, we’ll dive into the essentials of home linen, exploring the different types, key considerations when choosing them, and tips for maintaining their quality.

Types of Home Linen

Bedding Linen

Bedding linen refers to items like bed sheets, pillowcases, duvet covers, and blankets. These items are pivotal to ensuring a good night’s sleep and a cosy bedroom atmosphere. The fabric you choose for bedding, such as cotton, linen, silk, or bamboo, can significantly impact your comfort level. For example:

Cotton: Known for its breathability and durability, cotton is a popular choice for bed sheets. Egyptian cotton, in particular, is prized for its softness and luxurious feel.

Linen: This natural fiber is valued for its moisture-wicking properties and relaxed texture. While linen sheets may feel slightly rough at first, they soften with every wash.

Silk: Silk is incredibly smooth and hypoallergenic, making it ideal for people with sensitive skin. However, it requires more delicate care.

Bath Linen

Bath linen includes towels, bath mats, and washcloths. The most commonly used material for bath linen is cotton, especially in varieties like Egyptian cotton and Turkish cotton, which are known for their absorbency and softness. Here's a quick breakdown:

Towels: Available in various sizes such as bath towels, hand towels, and face towels, they should be soft, absorbent, and fast-drying. A higher GSM (grams per square meter) indicates a thicker, more luxurious towel.

Bath Mats: These are essential for stepping out of the shower and protecting your floor from water damage. Cotton or memory foam options are common for their absorbency and comfort.

Kitchen Linen

Kitchen linen encompasses dish towels, aprons, oven mitts, and kitchen cloths. These items are essential for cleaning, cooking, and protecting surfaces from spills. Cotton is the most frequently used material for kitchen linen because of its durability, absorbency, and heat resistance.

Curtains and Drapes

Curtains and drapes not only provide privacy and light control but also enhance the decor of any room. They come in a wide variety of fabrics, including silk, linen, cotton, polyester, and velvet. Sheer curtains allow light to filter through while maintaining some level of privacy, whereas heavier drapes are more suitable for blocking light and sound.

Key Considerations When Choosing Home Linen

When selecting home linen, it’s important to balance comfort, functionality, and aesthetics. Here are a few fundamental variables to consider:

Material: Different fabrics offer varying levels of softness, durability, and breathability. For example, cotton is ideal for most bedding and towels, while polyester blends are often used in table linens due to their stain-resistant properties.

Thread Count and GSM: Thread count is important when choosing bed sheets. A higher thread count often indicates softer sheets, though anything above 400 may not provide a noticeable difference. For towels, GSM measures thickness—higher GSM towels are thicker and more absorbent, while lower GSM towels dry faster and are lighter.

Design and Color: Home linen plays a major role in defining the style of your home. Neutral tones like white, beige, or grey create a timeless, minimalist look, while bold colours and patterns can inject vibrancy into your space. Ensure that your choices complement your room’s overall decor.

Maintenance: Some fabrics require more care than others. For example, silk bedding or delicate lace tablecloths may need to be dry cleaned, while cotton items are often machine washable. Consider the level of care you're willing to commit to before making your purchase.

Tips for Maintaining Home Linen

Regular Washing: Bedding should be washed every 1-2 weeks, while towels should be laundered after 3-4 uses to maintain freshness. Always follow the care label instructions.

Proper Storage: Store linens in a cool, dry place. Ensure they are folded neatly and, if possible, place them in linen bags to protect them from dust and insects. Lavender sachets or cedar blocks can prevent moths from damaging stored items.

Avoid Overloading the Washing Machine: Overloading your washer can cause fabric damage and prevent proper cleaning. Give linens enough space to be fully submerged and agitated during the wash cycle.

Drying: Air drying is recommended for fabrics like linen and cotton as it helps retain their quality. Using a dryer, use a low heat setting to prevent shrinking and maintain fabric softness.

Ironing and Steaming: Some linens, such as tablecloths and napkins, benefit from ironing to keep them crisp and wrinkle-free. However, many modern fabrics are designed to be wrinkle-resistant and may not require ironing at all.

Conclusion

Home linen is an essential aspect of interior design and daily living, blending functionality with aesthetics to create a comfortable and visually appealing environment. Whether you're choosing soft bedding for restful nights, plush towels for the bathroom, or elegant table linens for special gatherings, selecting the right materials and taking proper care of your home linen ensures both longevity and enjoyment. By investing in high-quality textiles and maintaining them well, you’ll be able to enhance the beauty and comfort of your home for years to come.

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Take Your Homemade Bread to the Next Level with These Top Bread Machine Accessories Available Online in the USA

Are you ready to transform your homemade bread from basic loaves to artisanal masterpieces? Elevate your baking game with these top bread machine accessories available online in the USA! Whether you're a seasoned baker or starting, these must-have tools will take your creations to the next level. Let's dive into the world of bread-making accessories and discover how to enhance every kitchen loaf. Bread Machine Accessories For Sale Online USA

Dough Proofing Baskets

Enhance the texture and shape of your bread with dough-proofing baskets, also known as bannerols. These baskets are crafted from natural materials like rattan or cane, providing optimal conditions for proofing dough. The coils in the basket create a beautiful spiral pattern on the crust of your bread, adding an artisan touch to your loaves.

Dough-proofing baskets come in various sizes and shapes, allowing you to experiment with different bread-making styles. They help maintain the structure of the dough as it rises, resulting in a light and airy crumb once baked. Using a proofing basket also helps prevent sticking during the rising process, making transferring your dough onto baking sheets or stones easier.

Investing in a quality dough-proofing basket is a game-changer for any home baker looking to elevate their bread-making skills. Add this accessory to your collection, and watch how it transforms your loaves into professional-quality masterpieces!

Bread Slicers

If you love baking bread at home, investing in a bread slicer can take your homemade loaves to the next level. Bread slicers are handy tools that ensure uniform slices every time, making your presentation more professional.

With adjustable settings, you can choose the thickness of each slice to suit your preferences. Say goodbye to uneven cuts and hello to perfectly sliced bread for sandwiches or toast.

Bread slicers come in various designs and materials, from classic wooden models to sleek stainless steel options. Choose one that fits your kitchen aesthetics and storage space.

Whether slicing a crusty baguette or a soft sandwich loaf, a bread slicer will make the process quick and easy. Enjoy evenly sliced bread with minimal effort—because we all know presentation matters when it comes to delicious homemade baked goods.

Cleaning and Maintenance Accessories

Keeping your bread machine clean and well-maintained ensures delicious loaves every time. Investing in cleaning and maintenance accessories can make this task a breeze. Accessories like cleaning brushes designed for getting into those hard-to-reach places can help you keep your machine spotless.

Additionally, consider purchasing replacement parts such as kneading paddles or mixing pans to ensure seamless operation over time. These accessories are not only convenient but also extend the lifespan of your beloved bread maker.

Using non-stick oven liners is a simple yet effective solution to prevent buildup or residue. These liners catch spills or drips, making cleanup effortless. Don't overlook the importance of maintaining your bread machine—it's the secret ingredient to consistently great homemade bread!

Essential Accessories for Bread Making

When making delicious homemade bread with your bread machine, having the right accessories can make all the difference in achieving that perfect loaf.

One essential accessory for bread making is a quality digital kitchen scale. Accurately measuring ingredients by weight rather than volume ensures consistency in your recipes and helps achieve optimal results every time. Another must-have is a dough scraper. This tool helps you easily handle sticky dough, shape loaves, and clean up any residue.

A good-quality silicone baking mat is also essential for lining baking trays or countertops when kneading dough, shaping loaves, or proofing bread. Investing in a quality serrated bread knife will make slicing through crusty artisan loaves a breeze without squishing the bread's soft interior.

These essential accessories will elevate your bread-making skills and ensure that each loaf you bake is perfection.

Elevate Your Baking Game with These Essential Accessories

Investing in top-quality bread machine accessories can take your homemade bread to the next level. From dough-proofing baskets for that artisan touch to bread slicers for perfect cuts every time, these accessories are designed to make your baking experience easier and more enjoyable.

Whether you're a seasoned baker or just starting, having the right tools at your disposal can make a world of difference in the outcome of your bread. So why not enhance your baking skills and treat yourself to these essential accessories today? Your taste buds will thank you!

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Oven Cleaning Tips

Oven cleaning is a household chore that often gets neglected but is crucial for maintaining a healthy kitchen environment and ensuring the longevity of your appliance. A clean oven not only enhances the taste of your food but also prevents the buildup of harmful bacteria and extends the lifespan of the oven itself.

Importance of Regular Oven Cleaning

Regular oven cleaning is essential for several reasons. Firstly, it contributes to a healthier cooking environment by eliminating food residue and grease that can emit smoke or odors when heated. Additionally, a clean oven reduces the risk of food contamination and allergic reactions, making it safer for individuals with sensitivities or allergies.

Moreover, regular cleaning helps in prolonging the lifespan of your oven. Accumulated grease and grime can cause mechanical issues and decrease the efficiency of the appliance over time. By cleaning your oven regularly, you can prevent costly repairs and ensure optimal performance.

Preparing for Oven Cleaning

Before diving into the cleaning process, it's essential to gather the necessary supplies and take safety precautions. You'll need gloves, a scrubbing sponge or brush, baking soda, vinegar, dish soap, and a damp cloth. It's also advisable to wear protective eyewear and ensure proper ventilation by opening windows or using a kitchen exhaust fan.

Natural vs. Chemical Cleaning Solutions

When it comes to oven cleaning solutions, you have the option of using natural or chemical-based products. Natural cleaners like baking soda and vinegar are eco-friendly and safe for food preparation areas. However, they may require more scrubbing to remove tough stains. On the other hand, chemical cleaners offer quick results but may contain harsh ingredients that emit fumes and require careful handling.

Step-by-Step Guide to Cleaning Your Oven

Removing Racks and Accessories: Start by removing oven racks and any accessories to facilitate easier cleaning.

Pre-treating Stubborn Stains: For stubborn stains, create a paste using baking soda and water and apply it to the affected areas. Let it sit for at least 30 minutes to loosen the grime.

Applying Cleaning Solution: Spray or apply your chosen cleaning solution to the interior surfaces of the oven, focusing on areas with heavy buildup.

Wiping Down Interior Surfaces: Use a sponge or cloth to wipe down the interior surfaces, scrubbing gently to remove grease and residue.

Cleaning Oven Racks: Clean oven racks separately by soaking them in hot, soapy water or using a designated oven rack cleaner.

Cleaning Oven Glass Doors: To clean the oven glass doors, create a paste using equal parts vinegar and baking soda. Apply the paste to the glass and let it sit for 15-20 minutes before wiping it away with a damp cloth.

Maintaining a Clean Oven

To keep your oven clean between deep cleanings, practice regular spot cleaning. Wipe up spills and splatters as soon as they occur to prevent them from hardening and becoming difficult to remove. Additionally, consider using oven liners or baking mats to catch drips and crumbs.

Tips for Cleaning Different Types of Ovens

Different types of ovens may require slightly different cleaning methods:

Conventional Ovens: Clean manually using the steps outlined above.

Self-Cleaning Ovens: Follow the manufacturer's instructions for the self-cleaning cycle, which typically involves heating the oven to a high temperature to incinerate food residue.

Steam Ovens: Use a damp cloth or sponge to wipe down the interior surfaces, avoiding harsh chemicals that may damage the steam function.

Common Mistakes to Avoid

Using Abrasive Cleaners: Avoid using abrasive scrubbers or cleaners that can scratch the interior surfaces of the oven.

Neglecting Regular Cleaning: Don't wait until your oven is heavily soiled to clean it. Regular maintenance is key to preventing buildup and maintaining optimal performance.

Conclusion

regular oven cleaning is essential for maintaining a healthy cooking environment and prolonging the lifespan of your appliance. By following these tips and incorporating regular cleaning into your household routine, you can enjoy delicious meals and efficient cooking for years to come.

FAQs

How often should I clean my oven?

It's recommended to clean your oven every three to six months, depending on how frequently you use it.

Can I use oven cleaner on a self-cleaning oven?

It's best to avoid using oven cleaner on self-cleaning ovens, as it can interfere with the self-cleaning function. Follow the manufacturer's instructions for cleaning.

Is it safe to use natural cleaning solutions in my oven?

Yes, natural cleaning solutions like baking soda and vinegar are safe for use in ovens and are effective at removing grease and grime.

Do I need to remove the oven door to clean it?

In most cases, you can clean the oven door without removing it. Use a suitable cleaning solution and a damp cloth to wipe away dirt and grime.

Can I clean my oven racks in the dishwasher?

While some oven racks may be dishwasher-safe, it's best to check the manufacturer's instructions. Handwashing with hot, soapy water is typically recommended to prevent damage.

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A Guide to Proper Maintenance in Commercial Kitchens

In the heart of every successful food service establishment, from the bustling kitchens of restaurants to the behind-the-scenes operations of hotels and catering businesses, lies an essential hub where culinary magic unfolds: the commercial kitchen. This dynamic space is where ingredients are transformed into delectable dishes, where creativity meets precision, and where the demands of gastronomy are met with finesse. But beyond the sizzle of pans and the aromatic symphony, lies an equally crucial aspect that ensures the seamless functioning of this culinary symposium - proper maintenance. Below are some key aspects of maintaining a commercial kitchen. 

Regular Cleaning Routine

Establish a clear cleaning schedule that designates specific tasks to different shifts or days of the week. This can include wiping down countertops, cleaning grills, deep-cleaning ovens, and sanitising cutting boards. Pay special attention to high-touch areas like door handles, light switches, and faucets. Use appropriate cleaning agents and ensure staff are trained in proper cleaning techniques.

Equipment Maintenance

Create a maintenance calendar that outlines when each piece of equipment should be inspected, serviced, and cleaned. Regularly check for signs of wear such as frayed cords, rust, or unusual noises. Keep track of when filters, gaskets, and other components need replacement. Train kitchen staff to use equipment properly to prevent unnecessary stress on machinery.

Ventilation and Air Quality

Inspect exhaust hoods and ducts for grease buildup regularly, aiming for monthly or quarterly cleaning depending on usage intensity. Clean or replace filters as needed. Test the effectiveness of ventilation systems by checking for lingering odours or excessive heat. Proper air quality enhances the comfort of the kitchen staff and maintains a more pleasant dining environment.

Plumbing and Drainage

Educate staff about proper disposal practices to prevent the introduction of grease and food particles into drainage systems. Implement a routine of snaking and flushing drains to prevent clogs. Regularly inspect plumbing for leaks and address any issues promptly to prevent water damage. Better yet, seek the help of your trusted local plumber Brisbane North professional.

Food Safety and Storage

Train staff to follow food safety guidelines, including proper temperature control, cross-contamination prevention, and hand hygiene. Ensure that refrigeration units have consistent temperatures to prevent food spoilage. Use colour-coded containers and labels to easily identify different types of food and their expiration dates.

Flooring and Safety Measures

Invest in slip-resistant flooring and promptly repair any damaged sections. Create a cleaning protocol for spills to prevent accidents. Place anti-fatigue mats in areas where staff stand for extended periods to reduce strain and enhance comfort.

Pest Control

Develop a pest control plan with the help of professionals, focusing on prevention rather than reaction. Seal entry points such as gaps around pipes and vents. Maintain a clean environment by promptly disposing of trash and storing food in pest-proof containers. Regularly monitor for signs of pests and take immediate action if any are detected.

Staff Training

Conduct regular training sessions on various aspects of kitchen maintenance and safety. Provide clear guidelines for cleaning procedures and equipment handling. Encourage staff to report any maintenance issues they encounter promptly. Foster a sense of pride in maintaining a clean and organised kitchen environment.

Record Keeping

Use digital tools or physical logs to document maintenance activities, repairs, and cleaning schedules. This information can aid in tracking trends and patterns, enabling you to make informed decisions about equipment replacement or upgrades. It also demonstrates compliance with regulations during inspections.

By paying attention to these elaborate details and consistently implementing them in your commercial kitchen, you create an environment that operates smoothly, upholds high standards of hygiene, and ensures the safety and satisfaction of both staff and customers. Proper maintenance is an investment that pays off in the long run by preventing costly breakdowns, health code violations, and reputation damage.

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Oven Liners for Bottom of Oven - Keep Your Oven Clean and Protected

Say goodbye to stubborn oven stains and messy spills with these Oven Liners for Bottom of Oven. This pack includes three large and heavy-duty mats, measuring 16.25"x23" each, designed to fit electric, gas, toaster ovens, and grills.

Made from high-quality materials, these non-stick and reusable liners provide a convenient solution to keep your oven clean and protected. They effectively catch drips, splatters, and food residues, preventing them from sticking to the oven floor and causing stubborn stains.

The Oven Liners are BPA and PFOA free, ensuring the safety of your food and the environment. They are heat-resistant and can withstand temperatures up to 500°F (260°C), making them suitable for various cooking applications.

Cleaning is a breeze with these liners. Simply remove them from the oven and wipe off any food or spills. They are dishwasher safe, or you can hand wash them with warm soapy water. No more scrubbing or using harsh chemicals to clean your oven!

These versatile liners can also be used as grill mats or baking sheets, adding an extra layer of convenience to your cooking routine. Whether you're baking, roasting, grilling, or toasting, these liners are a must-have kitchen accessory.

Upgrade your oven experience with Oven Liners for Bottom of Oven. Enjoy a cleaner and more efficient cooking environment while protecting your oven from stubborn stains and spills.

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It's easy to see the appeal of a glass-top stove. They look sleek and modern, and they're easy to clean. But there's one downside to glass top stoves: they can't take the heat from cast iron skillets. You must take a few precautions to using your cast iron skillet on your glass-top stove. This article will show how to protect your glass top stove from cast iron. We'll also give you tips on how to use your cast iron skillet safely on a glass-top stove. How to Protect Your Glass Top Stove From Cast Iron What Is a Glass Top Stove? Cast iron is a great material because it retains heat so well. But this also means it can be a little too good at heating up, and if it needs to be handled correctly, it can damage your glass top stove. We'll show you how to protect your glass top stove from cast iron. The first step is ensuring your cast iron is properly seasoned. This will help create a protective layer on the pan's surface, reducing the risk of scratching or damage. The second step is to use the right cooking methods. When cooking with cast iron on a glass top stove, use low or moderate heat. Avoid using high heat, as this can cause the cast iron to become too hot and damage the surface of your stovetop. And finally, always use a trivet or heat mat when placing cast iron pans on your glass-top stove. This will help create a buffer between the two surfaces and protect your stovetop from potential damage. Why Is Cast Iron Not Suitable for Glass Top Stoves? It may seem natural to place a hot cast iron skillet on a cool glass stovetop, but this is one kitchen mistake you'll want to avoid. Cast iron can cause irreparable damage to your glass cooktop. The reason for this is twofold: for one, the uneven weight of a cast iron skillet can cause the glass to break. But even more importantly, the extreme heat from the pan can cause the glass to shatter. Not only will this ruin your stovetop, but it can also be a safety hazard. It's easy to prevent this from happening by following a few simple guidelines. Always use a potholder or oven mitt when handling a hot cast iron skillet, and never place it directly on the glass top. Instead, use a trivet or heat pad to create distance between the pan and the cooktop. Tips for Using Cast Iron on a Glass Top Stove It's not difficult to protect your glass top stove from cast iron; you need to take a few precautions. Here are a few tips to help you out:     Make sure the cast iron is completely dry before placing it on the stovetop. Any moisture can cause damage to the glass top.     Place a trivet or heat pad underneath the cast iron pan to help diffuse the heat. This will help prevent any damage to the glass top.     Use low or moderate heat when cooking with cast iron on a glass-top stove. High heat can cause damage to the stovetop.     Keep an eye on the pan while it's cooking, and adjust the heat as necessary.     Clean up spills as soon as they happen using a non-abrasive cleaner. How to Protect Your Glass From Heat Damage When it comes to heat damage, your first line of defense is to ensure the glass-top stove is properly sealed. The seal around the edges should be checked regularly for any cracks or gaps. If you find any, get them repaired as soon as possible to prevent heat from seeping through. It is also important to use your cast iron cookware properly. When placing pans on your stovetop, ensure they are not too close to other surfaces and not too hot before placing them on the glass surface. Additionally, I'd recommend using a protective liner, such as a baking sheet or foil, between the pan and the glass top cover. This will act as a buffer between the hot pan and the glass so that it won't cause too much heat damage over time. Finally, turn off your stovetop when you are done cooking and let it cool down completely before cleaning it up! How to Remove Discoloration From Your Glass Top Stove A few products on the market can help you remove discoloration from your glass-top stove.

You'll want to choose a safe product for glass surfaces. Some of these products are specifically designed for removing stains and discolorations on glass, while others are formulated for general use on various surfaces. Once you have your cleaner, follow the directions to apply it to the affected areas of your stove. Depending on the product, you can spray and wipe it off or use a cloth for scrubbing. Afterward, be sure to rinse off any residue with warm water and a soft cloth before allowing it to air dry. If you are still unhappy with the results after following the instructions, consider calling a professional range or appliance repair person who can completely remove the discoloration. What Are Some Alternatives to Cast Iron on a Glass Top Stove? If you want to avoid dealing with the cleanup and maintenance that comes with cast iron on a glass-top stove, there are a few alternatives. You can use enameled cookware made from iron, but it has an enamel coating designed to protect the iron. It's lightweight and easy to handle as well. Another option is stainless steel cookware. It's lightweight and won't corrode or rust like cast iron, and it can be used on any stovetop, including glass top stoves. It's easy to clean and doesn't require seasoning like cast iron. Finally, you can use non-stick cookware on your glass-top stove, preventing anything from sticking to your pans. Non-stick pans are great for cooking delicate foods like eggs and fish and are much easier to clean than cast iron pans. Conclusion If you're using a cast iron skillet on your glass top stove, it's important to take a few simple precautions to protect your stove. Here are a few tips: Make sure your skillet is completely dry before putting it on the stove. Use a stove pad or trivet to help protect the surface of your stove. Don't leave your skillet on the stovetop when you're not using it.