If you’re a Simpson, I’m a Simpson || Johnson Bromance 

lijahjohnson:

Eli was really damn lucky to feel perfectly fine. Well, of course he hadn’t been drinking as much as he normally did, so he’d expected to feel fine, but he was still somewhat surprised. He entered the kitchen, looking for the popcorn and turning the microwave on. What was a Simpson marathon without popcorn, after all? Well, and pizza, of course. Popcorn and pizza, yes. Preferably a popcorn pizza. Just the thought of the food combined made him sigh and smile like mad.

He was still in the kitchen, fucking about with the popcorn, trying not to let the microwave explode and looked up as he heard his name. “Yes, I’m still making my motherfucking popcorn. Have a little patience, I’m almost fucking done, ‘mkay?” He knew Liz was messing around with the volume, because he could hear it, and sighed, “Calm down with the remote, you, I swear, almost done. Give me a minute!” He opened the microwave as soon as the minute of… microwaving… was up, grabbing the bag of popcorn and totally forgetting the heat would probably burn his hands. It did. He shrieked, dropping the bag to the floor. Tears burnt in his eyes as he bit his lip and looked down at his red hands. “Liz… just… gimme another minute. Man down. I can’t- it hurts. I need to…” He cursed under his breath, trying to ignore the pain as he held his hands under the faucet and poured water all over his hands. Little did he know that the ice cold water made it sting even more.

Liz picked up on Elijah’s moods easily. They were twins after all, and even though they couldn’t read each other’s minds - such a bummer - they were pretty good at reading each other’s emotions. She could quite literally hear the pain in his voice. So she finished on her slice of pizza before she slowly got up and walked over to the kitchen. It looked like Elijah had been throwing around with popcorn for fun, but he was standing with her back towards her and water was running out of the faucet. Her mind went to the worst cases and she quickly skipped over to him, jumping over the popcorn to get to him.

Then she saw his red hands and rolled her eyes, looking at him. “Dude, you burnt your hands? Are you really that clumsy?” She climbed onto the counter and rummaged through some cupboards, getting out some bandages and some ointment. “Now give me those hands and let nurse Liz do her job.” She didn’t even wait for him to comply, instead - gently - pulled his hands towards her and started taking care of them. “This doesn’t mean I’m helping you with anything, even with your hands wrapped in bandages you can take care of your own shit.” She ruffled his hair once she was done and turned to the popcorn. “We totally overstepped the three seconds rule. Do we care though?”

(Source: lizjohnson)