Okay, crazy few months is a weird way to put it but the point is i wanna start writing again, im aware this isnt good but i have to restart somewhere.Â
Content warning: swearing and mentions of lack of sobriety
Person A putting an arm over person Bâs shoulder when talking in a group
Person A being embarrassed about doing something so person B does it with them so they won't feel alone (for example, wearing swim caps together
Person A giving person B the better headphoneÂ
Person B letting person A squeeze their hand when they're scared or about to feel pain
Person A putting their hat on person B so they don't get sunburnt
One person doing the otherâs hair when they can't do it themselves for whatever reason
Person A being taller and holding the umbrella covering person B
Crying together
Person A not being sober and person B taking care of them and reassuring them that they'll be fine
Picking up little habits from one another
Person A having no idea how to dance and person B trying to teach them while failing to hold in their laughter
Being very much not sober and trying to draw each other while cracking up
The whole picking the other person up by the waist and spinning them around (it's so fucking cute omfg ksjhdkjahs)
When one person is scared of doing something (like jumping into the pool or riding a bike) and the other one is encouraging them to do it, especially when they're holding their hand
The taller person putting on a bigass jacket and then like grabbing the smaller one when they're cold and then zipping up the jacket so they'll warm up together
Winter naps in the sunÂ
Being in a really crowded place so the taller person gets behind the smaller one and holds on to their shoulders to guide them
not to be a stereotypical fanfic writer but i havenât written in a while cause i got on antidepressants and realized God was in fact not asking me to starve myself, hopefully ill write something soon. if u want u can request itâll be good for me to write and i have no ideas.
I am a sucker for writing these posts, always expect more
When one person is taller so when they hug the shorter person has to look up like 90 degrees and then the taller person looks down and gives them a peck
cleaning glasses. Like when they do it with the edge of their shirt because what you're wearing is not the right material, and when they're so dirty they have to wash them with soap in the sink.
Also when they fix your glasses cause you're wearing them crookedÂ
Shading them from the sun, either standing in front of them so it doesn't hit them or putting your hand over their face so it's not directly in their eyes
Matching Halloween costumes. Especially when one is like wearing something very elaborate and the other is just their prop jsajdkas
Sharing headphones
Laughing at their horrible dorky jokes so they don't feel bad
Napping together, especially if it's in like a couch or something small because that way you need to be touching to fit
Bringing them food or a drink while they're very concentrated, could be work, school, videogames, etc.
Doing a face mask together
Showering or bathing together but not in a sexual way, just like enjoying the company and cleaning one another
Sharing jewelry, especially rings
Wearing something you know they really like on you
Playing hand games when bored.
Kissing but one person has a dirty face or maybe paint or something, so when they kiss it leaves a residue of that on the other personâs lips and chin
When one person is balancing on a small wall or a fence and so the other person holds their hand in case they stumble
Helping the other person style their hair. For example, I love braiding my hair and making ponytails, but I have to ask people sometimes if it's symmetrical, if they can hold things I'm using for me, if they can part my hair evenly, that sort of thing.
Getting help deciding what to wear
Cooking together. I really like it when one person can actually cook and the other has no idea what they're doing, so they have to be guided through the steps by the other one.
When one person is driving and so the one in the passenger seat is guiding them, or handing them water and snacks, or answering their texts so the other doesn't get distracted
Warnings: mentions of dead bodies, suggestive? cussing, gore? reader is shorter than boyfriend. if there are any more please let me know
Summary: dancing with your boyfriend is the most fun there is.
Word count: 1250
This took a completly different turn than i was going for but whatever. Also pretty sure this sucks but eh.
âOkay okay okay, ready?â you clicked the little play button on your phone and bobbed your head, a smile growing on your face as you watched your boyfriend's face transform from confused to excited when he heard the song you chose play on the speaker.
âNo fucking wayâ he was excited, and you nodded to show how incredible you were. âThat's right, it's the greatest song in the universe thank you very muchâ you pointed at him with pink fingernails while you started to move your body. âCome on Eileenâ.
You smiled and he smiled back with a grin as big as it could get, and eyes full of rush. He opened his arms and ran toward you, picking you up into a hug and spinning you around. He put you down and held you by the waist for a couple of seconds to make sure you wouldn't tip over from the spinning. After he was sure you wouldn't fall he backed up without turning away from you and you copied him. The beat was getting faster and the song was approaching its chorus. You looked at him straight in the eyes and nodded with the best serious-looking expression you had, and he did the same.Â
âCome on Eileen! oh I swear that he means!â
As soon as you screamed your lungs off to that line you both started shuffling your feet one in front of the other, in a way that would twist them and also move you forward so that you met each other, staring at one another with the biggest smiles and the brightest eyes. You also moved your arms like you were a chicken, meeting the beats of your feet. A dance moved you had no idea where you picked up, but that now was an irremovable part of your favorite âchoreographyâ.Â
This was the greatest song to dance to, because as soon as the chorus ended, you each did your own thing, moving every body part like coordination was an alien concept. Swaying your hips and wiggling your arms and making funny faces at each other. Not giving a fuck of embarrassment. It was one of the greatest things about you two, there was no need to hide or try to impress, you just wanted to have fun.
After a couple more choruses you were beat, melted into the dining chair. All your limbs as far apart from each other as they could in an attempt to cool yourself down and panting with hot skin and sweat beads rolling down your forehead.
Your boyfriend was not doing any better, also a sweaty hot mess, chugging down the biggest glass of water he could find standing by the sink. His face was like a tomato and you were sure yours was as well.Â
You stood up supporting yourself with the dining table and walked next to him while he was pouring himself a refill from the tap. Still tired but wanting to help, you sucked in as much air as your lungs would let you, and then blew it straight at his face. The change of his expression was immediate, from exhausted happy to refreshed happy. He tilted his chin up and closed his eyes enjoying the sensation. His hair was being pushed back slightly.Â
When the air stopped hitting his face he opened his eyes and turned his head to you.Â
âWhyâd you stop, I was enjoying thatâ he complained.
âHey you know I'm tired tooâ you complained back, using your hands to demonstrate you were as red as he was.
âlookâ he turned his whole body toward you and started fanning you with his hands. You laughed at his actions but they were really refreshing. It made your cheeks feel cool and your hair flapped just a little bit.
You took in more air and started blowing at him again. Now both of you could be cool.Â
After about thirty seconds all you could do was laugh. You were completely out of air and his wrists were tired. He held his arms straight forward but didn't have any strength into keeping his hands forward too.
âAghhh fear me, Frankensteinâ he moved his arms up and down a bit and kept a stoic apathetic expression on to truly convey his newfound character. You chuckled but you couldn't let his inaccurate facts past you.
âYou know, Frankenstein's the doctor. If anything youâre imitating Frankensteinâs monsterâ you raised your shoulders.
âMy bad misses Frankensteinâ he was playing you and you knew it. You shook your head and rolled your eyes at him disapprovingly, in a way that he knew you didn't approve.Â
He quickly wrapped his hands around your waist in a way you would only be able to get out if you wiggled out. You decided to wrap your arms under his, and grabbed his shoulders from his back. You placed your head on his collarbone and he pressed his cheek against your hair, smelling a mix between your shampoo and a bit of sweat. He smelled like sweat and cologne.
You moved your bodies side to side and slowly began to turn, never pulling apart from each other, only rotating on-axis. You closed your eyes and held on tight to his shoulders.
âYou can be the monster and I can be the bride of Frankensteinâ
âSo I'm the monster and you're the doctorâs hot wife? nice arrangementâ he scoffed at you, teasing your previous correction at him.
âThe bride of Frankenstein is not the doctorâs wife, sheâs the monsterâs partner,â you paused âwell sheâs supposed to be but Victorâs too afraid theyâll make horrible monster babies so he kills her before he can finish making herâ
âWho the hell is Victorâ he lifted his cheek from your head to say this.
âHeâs Frankenstein, Victor Frankensteinâ
âWhat?! this so confusingâ. You chuckled at his response and pulled your head away to see his face, but you never let go of his body and you kept dancing.
âOkay I don't actually know if her name is the bride of Frankenstein, I think thatâs from a movieâ you smiled at him trying to seem convincing of your innocence.
âWhy would you confuse me like thisâ a half-smile was painting his face âalso monster babiesâ he lifted his eyebrow at you to try to get you to laugh with him and succeeded.
âI know right, like did he put a dick on the monster with sperm in it, did he check or something?â you were laughing as you said this but quickly interrupted yourself âbut wait no, he shouldâve because he was trying to learn about life and death and create new species and shitâ
âDamn, he was committed, Iâll give him thatâ
âYepâ you placed your head back on his collarbone again but he kept his head straight.
âYou know, if we were both dead and I were going to be chopped up and part of me were part of the monster, id want you to be chopped up and sewed next to my body partâ he rested his head on top of yours.
âWhat?â you chuckled out.Â
What? it's romanticâ he sounded very serious.
âYou're right, my bad,â you rolled your eyes but thankfully he couldn't see. âlet's be a monster togetherâ
âThanks, babeâ. It didn't matter that your bodies were sticky and sweaty and smelly, or that he wanted to be hypothetically sewed next to you. Moments of weirdness like these were the best for you, especially dancing so close to each other.
Warnings: motorcycles, swearing, mentions of death, mentions of alcohol. if there are more please let me know
word count: 1522
âWell, that suckedâ he sighs out and reaches for the remote control, shutting the television off.
âI don't know, I liked itâ you shrug. Everyone else has gone home and now it's just the two of you.
âWhat do you mean, it's one of the worst movies I've ever seenâ he rolls his eyes at you.
âI enjoyed the explosions, nothing like a good explosion to lift your spiritâ
âThe guy went through a fucking window like three stories high and survivedâ
âIt's the magic of cinemaâ You stand your ground.Â
âYou're completely wrongâ he places a hand on your thigh, and you think you can both feel how the touch is different.Â
âNo Iâm not, but it's okay Iâll let you think you're right, for the sake of your feelingsâ You pat him on the shoulder. Hopefully, he gets the hint. His handâs still on your thigh, you think he got the hint.
You lift your phone off the couch and check the time. Shit, it's late.
You stand up and start putting your shoes on. âit's getting late, I should probably go.â
âOh, alright,â he says, propelling himself on his knees to stand up from the couch. He starts shuffling around the coffee table, pushing all the empty beer cans out of his way and you stare at him like a kid ready for school.
âLet me take you homeâ he plays with his bike keys, twirling them around his index finger.
âYeah no, those are death machines, no thank youâ You smile at him very sure of yourself.
âCome on, I can't let you walk home this late, besides, no oneâs gonna be out at this time, Iâll keep you safe, promiseâ he argues with those beautiful eyes of his, full of life and emotion. This man will be the death of you.
âFine, but I want a helmet, and if anything happens to me you're gonna pay for itâ You start walking toward his door, pushing some red cups out of your way with your foot.
âGreat,â he grins âand if you die you can always haunt me, you have my permissionâ he follows you until youâre both standing in front of the door.
âHey if I die I'm taking you down with meâ you chuckle out.
You push the handle and he pushes the door open, letting you go first, you look back and smile gratefully at him while he locks the apartment door.
When you arrive at the garage he hands you a helmet and you put it on. Then he stretches out and clicks the top of the garage door and it starts to open. He puts on a helmet himself and then hops on the bike.Â
âCome on, get onâ He's leaning on one leg while the otherâs already on the bike. He can probably sense your fear because he reaches his hand towards you âlook, you're gonna be okay, okay? I won't let anything bad happen to youâ. You don't know what it is about his voice that makes you trust what he says. You walk toward his bike and get on, holding as tight as you can to his waist.
âready?â the way he says it makes you think he has a smirk on, that little fucker. You nod with your eyes closed, and he starts the bike.
âHoly shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit.â This is so much more terrifying than you thought it was gonna be.
âYou having fun?â he asks.
âI'm gonna dieâ your voice is wobbly but you think it's appropriate âwe're gonna fucking dieâ. He just laughs.
âCalm down, we're almost thereâ you open your eyes to probe his mischievous words, but he isn't lying, you recognize the houses youâre passing. If you weren't petrified you think you could enjoy this, but he canât know that.
He turns the street and you recognize your house, thank God. He pulls up in the driveway and then parks the bike.
You get off the bike first. Youâve never been more thankful for solid ground, it feels amazing under your shoes. He's still sitting on the bike when he pulls you by the waist, his helmet already off and resting on the seat of the bike. He takes your helmet off very carefully and hands it to you to be able to push your hair out of your face, his eyes never leave yours when he does it.
âShit, should I kiss him? is this the right time?â you think to yourself.
You back up a few steps to give him space to get off, helmet still in your hands, and he's quickly on his feet in front of you. âso, what did you think?â
âI'm never doing that again, next time we use bicyclesâ he laughs at you, and then there's silence.
You didn't know your heart could beat so fast, it feels like it's willing to break your ribs just to get out.Â
Your chest feels so fucking hot, and your lungs feel like they've just been chared, they aren't working at the moment.
He's looking down at you but he doesn't seem nervous at all, either he isn't or he's fucking good at hiding it.
After you don't know how long you finally decide to stop letting your fingers twitch at the idea of going for it and then stopping, so you just throw it out there.
âCan I kiss you?â you try to sound cool but you're sure your voice just broke a little bit there. Even though this should feel like relief your lungs can't seem to inhale any air, they're left like how they were except now your desires are right there in the open.
He isn't saying anything, he's just staring at you with slightly bigger eyes, he doesn't even move a muscle
This is so embarrassing, you were sure he felt something for you too, at least physical attraction if not emotional. Throughout the whole day, you could feel the way he looked at you, how he enjoyed it when you smiled at him like you smile at no other. Hell, even his touches felt different than usual, they felt electric and calculated.
âYes,â there's a small smile on his lips. Thank God. You don't really know how to initiate a kiss, but go for it anyway.
You place the helmet on the floor next to you, take a step forward and stand on your tippy-toes. You reach to grab the sides of his face and lean in.
The moment his lips meet yours it feels like a jolt of adrenalineâs been shot through your body. It's soft, he's soft. You didn't know he could be this gentle, but you like it. It's not a big passionate kiss like the movies, but it isn't a peck either. His hands reach to grab your waist and he hunches down so you're standing flat on your feet.
Your hand moves to the back of his neck and you can feel his neck hairs being shot up.Â
After a couple more seconds you pull away. Youâre just staring at each other now and you don't know what you should say or do, thankfully he's the one that speaks now.
âYou're very direct, you went straight to the pointâ he's smiling teasingly. Your ears feel super hot and youâre sure that youâre blushing.
âI didn't know what else to do!â You complain, trying to evoke sympathy
âNo, it's okay, I'm not complaining, I liked itâ he lifts one eyebrow when he says this.Â
âI liked it tooâ You shoot him your best smile but it youâre sure it turns out weird-looking. He shakes his head and smiles at you. Your heartâs still pounding but it feels like you can breathe now.
You reach to grab the helmet again, and he places a hand on your waist. You start walking towards your front door until youâre right in front of it.Â
âI had a lot of fun tonight, it was a good party,â You say, clutching the helmet as hard as you can.
âI'm glad, I had a lot of fun too, especially watching that horrible movie with youâ
âI have no idea what you're talking about, we watched a masterpiece of cinema,â You say in a sarcastic tone.
âright rightâ he nods at you like you just said the stupidest thing on the planet but he doesn't want to be rude. You reach into your pocket and pull out your keys, then start unlocking the door. You push it open slightly and then stop.Â
You put your hand on his shoulder as support and lift one foot, then kiss him on the cheek. You smile at him when you pull away and he smiles back.
You quickly get in your house, and then watch him through the window as he starts walking toward his bike.Â
When you realize whatâs between your hands you open the door abruptly and yell. âwait! I still have your helmet!â he's already starting the motor. âkeep it! for next time!â. And before you can argue, he's already driving down the street.
Smooths out your shoulders and tugs at the bottom of your coat so itâs wrinkle-free
Runs you a bath after a really long day
Sometimes gets in with you and rubs circles on your back
Sometimes you come home from work and find him napping on the couch with the cat on his lap
Most of the time he wakes up when he hears you shuffling around the kitchen
But once in a while he doesn't and then wakes up like at eight oâclock and looks around for you to find you on the couch next to him smiling
At high school reunions with his friends he always reassures you by rubbing your hand with his thumb because he knows its a bit awkward cause they're all so much older than you
Nut trail mix lover, and would do the little hand nut shake kajsdjh
I feel like he would make his own pizza from scratch on Sundays or something like that
He uses the basil he grows on the pizza sauce
And you know he would take his time making it like he would arrange all the ingredients very nicely and cut it in equal pieces, none of that uneven geometry shit
He would buy your cat very nice food and you'd laugh at him and he would say she âlikes it very muchâ
Adores helping you take care of your hair! would be very patient and gentle and would carefully listen to your instructions
Actually gives you his thoughts on your outfits when you ask him what he thinks about them
And loves when you model for outfits for him too
Would love making you company half asleep when you work in bed
Like he would be grabbing/hugging your thigh just to feel you there and so that you feel him too
Warnings: Suggestive? mentions of drugs, mentions of smacking? mentions of bikinis but no pronouns so have fun!
Summary: Some things a beach vacation with your boyfriend and his friends would include:Â
Getting high at night and cuddling, no one saying anything just enjoying the company
And if the whole group gets high there would probably be either a great conversation or everyone would be off doing their own thing
slow dancing near a bonfire, your arms wrapped around his neck and your head resting on his shoulder. His hands on your waist.
Putting your feet on his lap while reading a book.
Putting hats on him to protect him from the sun
Rubbing sunscreen on his back and shoulders and in return him doing that to you
lots of snacks, mostly things like fruit because they're refreshing
that said, chopping up some fruit and enjoying it under a shade
playing card games at night with all his friends and things getting heated when cheating to win is brought up
also playing Jenga because I'm a sucker for that game
ALWAYS having a bikini on, sometimes with shorts, sometimes just that
being barefoot all the time
late night cooking with your boyfriend
not-so-late night cooking with your boyfriendâs friendâs partners and having fun with them, while your boyfriend and his friends play videogames or something
Braiding the people with long hairâs hair and having yours braided as well, just to pass the time
Tieing your boyfriend's hair out of his face in a little ponytail
playfully smearing the sweat of your palm on your boyfriend's face
almost never moving off of the couch or floor because of how hot it is
fanning your boyfriend with your hands to keep him cool, and him blowing air at your face
napping in a hammock with your boyfriend
staying up late because its when its the coolest
being on your phone/computer or reading a book while scratching your boyfriends back as he lays almost asleep on the couch next to you
having a few playful red smacks on your thighs and arms from trying to kill mosquitoes, some from you and some from your boyfriend
If this goes well ill probably make a part 2 :) (Also I can't reply to comments and stuff its not that I don't want to, tumblr won't let me)
So i was thinking of making a fic of Ushi with a disabled reader, and if I have any followers with a disability and if you are willing I was wondering what you thought about this? I don't want to be disrespectful and I also don't want to speak over you. Also if you are disabled don't feel obligated to answer me or educate me as I know its not your job nor your obligation
lazily intertwining fingers just to feel the other person
legs and feet tangling when cuddling
listening to them explain something you don't care about but forcing yourself to pay attention and act interested for them
one person doing something important and the other just being there. For example, one partner is working on their computer editing stuff, the other just lays in a nearby chair, couch, or bed and accompanies the other one.
massages! especially if the other person is in pain over something physical, giving them a message to alleviate their pain.
making them food. Doesn't have to be something special maybe some popcorn or a sandwich but still
Spooning. As a girl, I absolutely adore being big spoon to guys! I feel like they don't ever have a turn to be vulnerable or feel like they're the ones being protected, so I love being able to provide that.
scratching their back and watching them relax to the point of sleep.
fiddling with the other personâs fingers, tracing their fingernails especially, putting yours under theirs, and pushing up ever so slightly.
attempting to detangle hair with just fingers
having them nap on top of you or near you, in a way that you're always somehow touching and just doing your thing, but they're there.
cleaning the other person, giving them a bath, washing their hair, washing feet and ankles after playing in dirt.
putting your feet in the other person's lap
fixing or having clothes fixed, zipping up something or adjusting a button, maybe arranging a crooked bowtie
twisting and braiding hair to pass the time, undoing it and doing it over and over
slow dancing all on your own, in the dark and in sweats
kissing knuckles
temple and forehead kisses
cheek kisses that aren't addressed
blowing air at the other person in an attempt to cool them down
sharing things like water or chips without saying anything
blowing a bubblegum and the other person pops it with their mouth and just continues doing what they were doing
putting makeup on each other just for the fun of it
letting the other person win at something to see them happy and gloating
very soft eyelid kisses
brushing eyebrows in an attempt to clean them up a little bit
filling up their face with thousands of little kisses
splitting food so you can each eat
making eye contact while being with other people and sticking your tongue out playfully and them sticking it back
carrying around cream for the other personâs dry hands
Ushijima brain rot: retired athlete househusband Ushijima with a younger partner that works like in design at a big firm idk I have no idea how the world works.
I am once again asking of the dopamine I get from likes
Warnings: Age gap, no pronouns but there are mentions of heels
Warnings: a lot of swearing, like 5 small mentions of death, slightly suggestive content, mentions of graphic violence
Summary: Cooking is messy when you and your boyfriend are both kitchen idiots.
this was so hard to make ksjdhsdsj, I feel like its jaggedy and the pacing isn't good, if you have any comments or criticism feel free to say as I want to improve <3 (also I fucking hate Tumblr spacing it makes this so much more confusing to read)
âWhy does it always have to have the author's life story just get me my fucking doughnutsâ your boyfriend grumbled as squinted at the screen. Large fingers handling the small keypad.
âI think it's like so they don't get copyrighted or some shit,â you said, leaning over the counter on your tippytoes, one of your feet lifted a bit just like in old movies. Elbows pressing against the smooth black surface, your head resting on one hand while the other held up a spoon full of peanut butter, which you promptly put in your mouth after answering.
âAh, here it is,â said your boyfriend turning the laptop toward you and pointing at the screen.
You took the spoon out of your mouth, âokay so what do we need. Like we should have all the stuff because I googled like five-hundred doughnut recipes and I got all the ingredients they had in common.â with one quick movement the spoon it was inside your mouth again.
Your boyfriend turned the laptop to look at him again.
âOkay mm, one and a half cups of milk, one and a half teaspoons of salt-
âdistinguishing between teaspoon and tablespoon will be the DEATH of meâ you interrupted swinging the spoon around. Luckily he was used to it so your boyfriend didn't mind.
âOne-quarter cup of unsalted butterâ he kept going âbut apparently we need more for the bowl? whatever that means.â
âlike to fucking smear it? I guess soâ you answered your question.
âhalf a cup of warm water. I hate that some are like warm water and others say cold or hot, like why can't the water just fucking be room-temperature.â complained the man across from you.
âI always thought so too!â you added excitedly âbut it's probably something to do with the chemical reactions and stuffâ. Your boyfriend curved his mouth as if thinking about what you just said, and then nodded his head in agreement to you.
â4 and a half teaspoons of active dry yeast,â said your boyfriend in an elongated tone, looking for the next ingredient.
âtwo large eggs, beatenâ he added a fancy tone on beaten, his hands mocking the classiness of cuisine. âSix and a half cups of all-purpose flour, or as needed aaand one teaspoon of finely grated orange zestâ
âI'm pretty sure we have everything, except an orange, no recipe I read had that on itâ you lifted your eyebrows as a way of proving your innocence.
Once almost all the ingredients were carefully placed and measured on one side of the counter (and the measuring utensils were washed) you gave the spoon one good final lick and threw it in the sink. You had switched places so now you were the one reading the recipe.
âOkay so this thing says we should scald - whatever that is-â you interrupted yourself âthe milk in a medium saucepan, and then stir in the sugar salt, and butter, and then just take it off the heat until it's lukewarmâ
âIt means to take something to the point just below boiling point,â your boyfriend said in an indifferent tone.
âlook at you mister cooking man,â you playfully lifted your eyebrows.
âyeah I have fucking 4 Michelin starsâ he decided to play along âso you know like, don't fuck with me,â he said as a chuckle left his mouth, you smiled and nodded in complete agreement.
Your head turned back to the computer screen. âokay, so we scald it, and then what?â you scrolled down the website. âwe add the warm water to a large mixing bowl and sprinkle the yeast and stir gently until it dissolves. That doesn't seem so hardâ you said smiling and pleased.
âSo I think since you have 4 Michelin stars you should probably do the whole scalding thing, and ill just do the yeast thingyâ.
âYeah seems like a good idea,â said your amused boyfriend looking down at you, eyes narrow.
âGreat,â you said smiling in a cheerful tone.
Your boyfriend leaned down to grab a small pot. And you walked to a cabinet to grab one of your metallic bowls.
You watched as he poured the milk into the pot, and immediately added the sugar, butter, and salt.
âI don't think you're supposed to do that,â you said as you watched over his shoulder on your tippytoesâ
âWhat do you mean, I'm following the instructions,â he said looking down at you, one hand holding the pot, the other stirring with a whisk.
âIt says you should scald first and add the rest secondâ you looked up at him as you said this, head crooked.
âWhat do you know,â said your slightly concerned boyfriend, âand also what are you doing here correcting me, you should be doing the yeast thingâ his head signaled for you to turn to the other side of the counter. A small grin started to form on his face and you could see how he was trying to hide it.
âMine takes like 6 seconds to do so I thought I would supervise you, and what do you know, you needed supervision soâŠâ you said in a tone he would know you were joking.
âHey youâre the one who didn't know what scalding was and no, I don't.â he said chuckling, âanyways I'm almost done with this so you should do your thing so we don't waste time.â
âAlright thenâ you threw your hands back and walked to where your bowl was. You poured the previously microwaved water in the bowl and then the yeast, and stirred just as the recipe said.
Once the milk-butter mixture was cool you returned to the kitchen after an excruciating 15 minutes of waiting.
You took your spot in front of the computer and started reading: âWe combine the mixtures and then we should add half the flour and the eggs, then just mix it until its smoothâ
âAlright,â your boyfriend said. He walked over to the stove and grabbed the pot with the mixture and after returning, poured the contents of the pot into the yeast bowl.
âOh! wait! you said while you ran to open one of the drawers. You pulled out a red spatula and ran to your boyfriend who was still holding the pot. You grabbed a side of the pot with one hand and with the other you started scooping all the mixture that remained stuck to the sides.
You took the spatula and moved it close to your face, examined it for a couple of seconds, and decided you should lick it, for the science.
âYou want some?â you said, your tongue licked only one side of the red plastic.
âUh sure,â You extended the hand holding the spatula toward your boyfriend, and as he was grabbing his hand encapsulated yours. You wiggled your hand out and waited for him to try it.
He took the first lick and his eyes lit up. âThis is really good,â he said, tongue trying to scoop up as mixture as it could.
âYeah, it is,â you said cackling. His hand motioned toward you offering the spatula but you shook your head in denial. âYou finish it, it's clear you like it more than meâ a smile grew on your face. You delighted in seeing your boyfriend relish like this.
While your boyfriend was still delighting himself with what seemed to be the new love of his life, you reached out and grabbed the whisk he had previously put down and quickly started to mix.
âHey, could you pass me the bag of flour?â. Without looking at you, still enamored by the butter and milk, your boyfriend reached out in one of the upper cabinets and then handed you a small bag of wheat flour, only about 2 pounds.
Deciding you didn't want to wash two measuring cups you grabbed the one-quarter cup and started counting the scoops as you added them into the bowl.
Once you were on scoop seven out of thirteen, you noticed your boyfriend had stopped with the spatula and was now standing behind you.
âYou done?â
âyep,â he said cleaning his hands by clapping delicately.
âGreat, could you break two eggs and add them to the mix please,â you said, not looking up and keeping focused on the number of scoops you had left. You heard a few steps go toward the corner of the kitchen and then return.
Two eggs cracked and fell on top of the batter as soon as you had finished adding all thirteen scoops.
âIt's your turn to stirâ you turned to your boyfriend.
âWhat, why?â he said muddled.
âAhm because you're stronger than me and also I already whisked away while you were having a wet dream over thereâ your head nodded at the direction he was standing in when he had the spatula in his possession.
âFineâ he scoffed fun-lovingly.
âYay thank youâ you stood on your tippytoes and gave his cheek a small peck. Your hands grabbed his shoulder for balance.
He grabbed the whisk and went for it. You admired his shoulders and the way his muscles tensed up, how his veins popped out just a little bit.
While your boyfriend made sure there were no lumps in the liquid batter, you continued reading the recipe.
âstir in the orange zest and the rest of the flour. Althoughâ you said pointing your index at the ceiling, mimicking the ominous threats you always heard in movies âyou may not need all the flourâ your middle and ring finger scrolled down.
âthen we should put the dough on the counter, but it has to have flour first or it'll stick. and then just knead itâ
You peered in to see how the batter was doing and decided it was ready for the rest of the flour.
âI'm just going to add small scoops and you can mix it with your hands, and when it seems doughnuty enough we just knead it, the site says we can also do it on a stand mixer butâŠâ you lifted your shoulders dismissing the instructions you had just read.
âFuck that shit we die like men,â said your boyfriend, struggling to keep the whisk afloat in such thick dough and then giving up, letting it fall on the counter.
âyeah, we do the old way,â you said in what you assumed was a cool tone. âalso we don't have a stand mixerâ
âshhhâ.
You started scooping flour and your boyfriend started kneading the dough in the silver bowl. Once his hand was no longer getting plastered with the sticky material you grabbed a handful of flour and attempted to spread it evenly on the black surface.
âokay just plop it on the counter,â you said confidently, balled up hands resting on your hips.
Upon your command, your boyfriend flipped the metal container and let the dough tumble down.
You reached to grab the silver bowl and carefully nit-pick all the leftover dough that was stuck to the curvy metallic sides and stuck it to the larger blob that sat on the counter.
âI think we should probably flour our hands or were gonna get all stickyâ you waited for a response.
âokayâ
With that answer, you grabbed another handful of flour. âCan you like put your hands under mine?â Your boyfriend reached out and cupped his hands under yours. Seeing he was in position you started rubbing your hands with the white powder as if you were washing them.
âLove me some hand-me-downs. Mmmmâ said your boyfriend as he too âwashedâ his hands in flour.
âWhat?â you couldn't help but laugh at him. âWhat does that even mean?â he just laughed with you, not bothering to explain.
Once your hands were all powdered up, it hit you, you were going to need a knife to split the dough so both of you would be able to knead it.
âWe forgot the fucking knifeâ you rolled your eyes at yourself.
âOhh yeah. You get it, or should I?â
âNah, watch me just do this with sheer willpowerâ. You positioned yourself in front of the huge ball of dough and dug your fingers into the middle and started splitting it from the center down, pushing the sides apart. âGrab a fucking sideâ
âwhat?â
âjust grab a side!â
âOh, shitâ your boyfriends' hands seized half of the halfway separated dough and started pulling. You grabbed the other side and pulled as well.
When the dough finally gave in the effort you were putting into splitting it pulled your hands away. It was a good thing you were holding on to it or it wouldâve fallen right to the floor. You were now each holding a half.
You both placed a half in front of you and dived in. Manipulating the dough with as much strength as your fingers and knuckles could gather. Pressing with the bottom of your palm, then rolling it into a different shape and position, and repeating the process.
âI don't wanna make all this dough,â whined your boyfriend, stretching his arms out over the counter with his hands deep in the beige paste. His arms were giving in, feeling the burn of tiredness kick in.
Not wanting to keep kneading too, and feeling empathetic for your suffering boyfriend, you decided to put some of the dough temporarily on hold.
âlet's just freeze half of itâ
âWe can do that?â
âI'm fairly certain we canâ you heartened.
You reached to grab his half of the dough and placed it on the biggest tupperware you could find, then shoved it in the freezer, ensuring whoever opened it next would have to reorganize everything to make it fit.
âSince you don't wanna knead anymore you should smear the butter on the bowlâ your hands worked hard on making the matter under you smooth and elastic.
Your boyfriend walked up to the fridge and took out a brand new stick of butter, then carefully unwrapped only one side of it, and to your shock, took a big chomp out of it.
You stood still for a couple of seconds and then reacted.
âdon't fucking eat the butter that's so grossâ your eyebrows clenched together in disgust.
âwhat are you talking about, cold butter is the bestâ a small stripe of pale yellow decorated his bottom lip.
âyou disgust meâ
Your boyfriend threw a middle finger at you so you threw one back, making circles with it in the air before going back to kneading.
âbesides the warmth of my mouth is going to make it more smearable on the bowl, it's-its, pure scienceâ he looked proud of his actions. You rolled your eyes at him.
He took the bar and plastered the bitten-down side of the butter right on the bowl, and continued in spiral-like motions until he assumed it was well enough covered.
âThis seems okay,â he thought to himself proudly.
You took the ball of dough you had been kneading for what seemed like forever and placed it right in the middle of the bowl. Then you wet a cloth of the appropriate size and covered it.
âSince hot air rises and for this to rise it needs to be warm we should put it on top of the tallest shelf.â
Without asking you grabbed the bowl and handed it to your boyfriend, who made a face of struggle, then reached out to the shelf that seemed impossibly tall to you and placed the dough to rest there. You delighted in how his lower back was exposed when his arms stretched out to the ceiling.
Once the forty-five minutes had passed you continued on your adventure.
âPunch the dough down and turn it to the flour-covered surface, divide it and cover the unused halfâ you read off the site âwe already divided it soâŠâ
âJust fucking beat the bitch upâ your boyfriend laughed.
âYeah just pound it, break its fucking ribsâ you smiled letting out a breath.
âSmash its skullâ he cackled out loud, amused at his own humor and how you played along.
Still giggling at his jokes he stretched out to grab the bowl and then happily placed it in front of you.
You uncovered almost all of the container and you both peered down to see the now expanded dough.
âthat looks niceâ
âI didn't expect it to rise this much, is this normal?â confusion took over your boyfriend's beautiful face.
âI don't know, but I think it's a good thing,â you said reassuringly. You covered the bowl again so the dough wouldn't lose its puffiness.
âwanna do the honors?â your hand invited him to have fun, you knew this was the type of stuff he loved doing.
âah merciâ his face glowed with anticipation.
âoui oui monsieurâ
You fully uncovered the bowl now and pushed it very gently so it would slide toward him. His hand reached to stop it right in front of him.
âReady?â he asked
âReadyâ you confirmed, filled with excitement for your boyfriend.
His arm pulled upwards with anticipation and his fingers balled into a fist. His hand plummeted into the dough and the dough swallowed most of the sound that punch could've made.
âAh that felt so good!â his eyes looked for yours after saying that, wanting to share his joy with you. A grin from ear to ear took over his face.
You were so happy he was enjoying himself this much.
He threw a few more punches until you stopped him.
âHey woah woah woah it only says one punch, you don't wanna ruin our masterpiece hereâ your hands acted with your words and pointed at the bowl.
âRight, sorry sorryâ he composed himself and you shinned your teeth at him.
You grabbed the bowl and gave it a 180-degree flip letting it plop.
Without having to ask him your boyfriend took out the rolling pin and started stretching it out.
âYou aren't tired anymore?â you teased him, wondering if he had faked his way out of kneading dough.
ânope, the butter gave me all the energy I needed⊠and the rest helped tooâ
You chortled at him and nodded your head in a delicately condescending way âright rightâ.
âThis is a great triceps workoutâ he turned to look at you âI can already feel myself sore tomorrowâ
You reached to give his forearm a squeeze to prove if what he was saying was right, and found the muscles under the skin clenching and unclenching under your touch.
âAhhh you're so coldâ he flinched his arm away from you.
Enjoying his reaction you placed your hand in the back of his neck and watched him squirm.
âStaapâ he giggled.
Once the dough was at relatively the same thickness as the recipe said, you took out 2 equal glassed and handed one to your boyfriend.
âYour circles look awfulâ you giggled at your boyfriend
âI don't know how you're doing thatâ his sizeable fingers struggled to hold the glass.
You placed your hand on top of his and pushed down while twisting the glass at the same time. While you were focused on showing him how to do it, all your boyfriend did was admire your beauty and concentration, how your tongue stuck out just a little bit when you were super focused.
âGot it?â you turned your face at him and asked after your detailed demonstration.
âYou look beautiful,â he said mesmerized, not taking his eyes off of you. You looked at him with confusion on your face, eyes thining. Upon seeing your doubt he extended his hand to grab your face. Thumb on one side of your jaw and fingers on another. He pulled your head toward him and pressed his lips at your cheek. You tried pulling away having so much to be done but he wouldn't let go, he just pressed with more strength. You smiled under his touch.
Once he finally let go you wiped your cheek with your lower thumb, feeling the grease his kneading hands had left you, and grinned laughing.
You had to teach him how to press and twist so the shape of the doughnut turned out alright all over again so you could finish in time.
Then you placed the circles you had made in a tray and then handed it to your boyfriend, who put it to rest in the same place you had earlier left the dough to rise.
âSo what we just put them in there?â
âYep. pretty sureâ you held yourself up by the elbows, feet, and legs not putting any effort in maintaining you up.
âWon't the oil jump or something?â
âNah, I don't think soâ you paused in between statements âI mean, not if you do it softlyâ you warned.
âOkay, I'm going inâ Your boyfriend took a deep breath and grabbed one of the round-looking pieces of dough with his thumb and index fingers and carried it until it was right on top of the scorching oil.
âYep, now just put it inâ with your encouragement, he unclamped the two fingers which were holding up the doughnut-to-be and let it drop.
Big and small drops of hot yellowish liquid jumped in all directions as soon as the dough hit the oil. You quickly reached out to grab the forearm of the man standing next to you and in return he wrapped an arm around your waist and took a few steps back, dragging you along with him.
âHoly shitâ you panted, still enclosed in his arms. Your hands were now clamping the arm around your waist.
âWe probably shouldn't have done thatâ he let out a breath as he said this.
âYeah probably,â you said in a bit of shock.
As soon as those words left your mouth you left out a chuckle and your boyfriend tagged along.
You were now both laughing hysterically, your hands rested on your knees to support you and your boyfriend squatted a bit to be able to laugh at the same height as you.
Once both you and the oil were calmer you both took a few steps forward and leaned toward the stove to look at the now scorched piece of dough. A black rock looked up at you from the shallows of the oil.
You reached out to grab a fork and scooped the âdoughnutâ out of the oil, dropping it straight on the counter.
You inspected the chared mystery that lay in front of you. âI don't think this is edible,â you said poking it a few times.
âNo way,â your boyfriend thought you were joking âI mean it's just a little bit of hot oilâ he took the fork out of your hands and poked it for himself âhow fucking weak is this shitâ.
âWhat do you mean weak, we just created a fucking weaponâ you reached out to grab the burnt dough which was now cool enough to grab. âI mean if we threw this shit at someone we would for sure wreck some fuckerâs headâ you moved your hand holding it up and down trying to get a sense of how much it weighed. Your boyfriend looked at you in disbelief.
âHere hold itâ your hand reached out trying to convince him.
âNo I believe you, I believe youâ a playful sigh left his mouth as he said this and his hands motioned for you to keep it.
âFine, it's your lossâ you put the ball back down on the counter and shook the dust off of your hands.
With the next doughnut-to-be, you decided the best idea would be to lower it into the oil with a fork and then flip it and scoop it out the same way.
âOkay careful, Careful! your hands intended to convey comfort but all they did was show your panic.
âyeah I'm being carefulâ your boyfriendâs huge hands looked comical handling a small fork so gently. Slowly but surely he placed the dough in the oil. Small drops of oil jumped here and there but nothing in comparison to your first attempt.
Once he was in the clear your boyfriend carefully placed the fork on the counter and wiped the imaginary sweat off his forehead.
âThat was so fucking stressful,â he said laughing âThat was so stressfulâ he continued. You jumped with your hands in the air and then pulled an elbow toward you with your hand on a fist. âYes!!â you chanted âWe did it!â
You jumped again, your arms stretching out to high-five your boyfriend and your boyfriend leaning down a bit to be able to match your hands.
The rest of the doughnuts turned out relatively fine, with a wonky one here and there.
âOkay, so I didn't want to make the vanilla filler, so I fucking just bought someâ you reached inside a cabinet and pulled out a can with the words âVanilla Cream Puddingâ written on it.
âYeah fuck that shit,â said your boyfriend furrowing his eyebrows
âYeah, we were gonna fuck it up anyway soâ you shook your head and lifted your shoulders.
âprobablyâ he laughed âyeah we were probably going to fuck it upâ. You snickered in response.
Your boyfriend reached out to grab and open the can. It had a small clip from which to pull from, a bit like a soda.
âSo I guess we just scoop it out and put it in a zip log bag? because we don't have piping bagsâ you refused to buy them, not wanting to use them once and then forget them. A crinkle came from the now open can.
âAh! got it!â your boyfriend celebrated and shook his hand, you could see his fingers had a red line from the pressure of pulling thin metal.
âLet's just use the spatula we licked to scoop it out, who cares,â you said moving your arm to grab the red plastic which lay forgotten next to where the counter hit the wall. âI mean no one else is gonna eat thisâ
âAren't we supposed to wash it first because of the bacteria or something?â
âI think weâll be fine if we just rinse itâ
âHmm okay,â said your slightly untrusting boyfriend âI believe youâ
âI mean it's worked for me beforeâ you argued, âjust trust me on this oneâ he threw his hands back, relieving himself of any future culpability.
After a quick rinse under the sink, your boyfriend retrieved the many times reused zip log bags and opened one signaling you to fill them up. You started scooping away.
âHold steady!â you said trying to insert the pudding-filled spatula inside the see-through plastic.
âI am holding steady!â howled your boyfriend.
âwell⊠hold steadier, the fuckâ
âThis is as steady as it getsâ he laughed at you.
âwhy is this so hard, the first bag was so easyâ you complained dropping your head.
âBecause you're grabbing fucking humungous scoops, it's all pouring outâ he tried to explain to you.
âIt's faster that wayâ desperation could be heard in your voice.
âSomehow I don't think you're rightâ he was enjoying watching you suffer like this. You widened your eyes at him in frustration, head still down.
You took a deep breath and shot your head up. âI'm gonna fucking do this, I CANNOT be defeated by some dumbass creamâ. Your boyfriend smiled at you amused by your attitude.
âHold the fucking bag openâ you hit the edge of the can with the spatula to shake off any pudding, and then scooped out enough yellowish gooey substance to cover the spatula but not fall off.
You carefully smeared it on the inside of the bag and then pulled it out. It wasn't the greatest but it was usable.
âFuck yeah!â
You each grabbed one of the now cooled-down doughnuts and one of the poorly filled-up zip log bags. You placed your zip log bag on the counter and with your arm pushed all the cream toward the corner. You then grabbed the bag and the scissors and made a small cut in the corner. You squeezed it a bit to see how much would come out and decided it needed another snip to fit your standards.
When you considered the hole in the bag to be proper you slid the scissors over to your boyfriend, and he mimicked what you did, but seeing how much he needed to cut by your example, he only needed to cut once.
Since you were not using professional pipping bags and therefore did not have the necessary metal tips to poke a hole in the doughnut, you had concluded that the back part of the oil fork should do the trick.
âOkay, are you ready?â you asked, nervous but excited.
âLet's do this,â said your boyfriend with a smile on his lips and determination in his eyes.
With his confirmation, you commenced.
âWhat the fuck are you doing,â said your boyfriend in between laughs
âWHAT DO YOU THINK IM DOINGâ you shot desperate eyes in his direction âI'm trying to get the thingy in the other thingyâ one of your hands muffled the doughnut and the other strangled the filling.
âYeah, that's not how you're supposed to do itâ His face was cheeky, and his eyes were daring.
âBut that's how it says you should do it on the website,â you said pointing with your elbow to the computer screen, not letting go of the food you were holding. âbesides it's not like you're doing any betterâ your eyes widened and looked at the food your boyfriend was holding while your eyebrows lifted.
âHey woah, mine looks so much better,â he said with a half-smile âThe cream inside of my doughnut thingy ball is actually staying insideâ his hand motioned for you to look at his piece of dough.
âyou're fucking chocking the doughnut, that's why the cream isn't staying inside,â your boyfriend said, laughing in your direction, eyes fixated on your doughnut.
âOkay, then how am I supposed to do itâ a small smile formed on your face as you said this but frustration loitered in your chest.
âLook, hereâ you turned your eyes and watched attentively at his hands and doughnut. You watched him gently hold the doughnut as he inserted the plastic bag fully inside the dough. Then he squeezed the bag with what you assumed was moderate strength, and slow and tenderly pull it out.
âI think I got itâ
âAlright, go aheadâ his hand moved invitingly.
You grabbed a new doughnut and tried to mimic what you had just seen.
You were putting a lot of effort into not strangling the doughnut. You grabbed the fork and with the end piece of it tried poking a hole where you considered the center of the sides to be. You didn't want to accidentally impale your doughnut, so when you felt as though you were halfway through you stopped and pulled the fork out. You grabbed the zip log bag and made sure you put it as deep as the hole went. Then you squeezed (but were careful not to do it with too much strength) the bag and slowly started taking it out.
âOkay, I think I'm doneâ you left out a sigh and let your arms drop to the counter in exhaustion as you said this, doughnut still in your hand âAre you?â
âYep, been waiting for youâ his intertwined fingers were holding his head up. âYay! okay,â you turned toward him. âI'm so nervous I don't know whyâ you chuckled out.
âWhy?â he smiled at you, puzzled by your comment.
âI don't know that's what I just said!â you spat out nervously. Your boyfriend just let out a small chuckle as he shook his head.
âOkay let's do this,â he said very seriously with an abnormally good posture.
âRightâ you took a deep breath âTo not dying while doing this, we may have gotten close but we didn't do itâ you lifted your doughnut as if you were toasting.
âTo not dyingâ your boyfriend gave you a small smile as he lifted the doughnut the same way you did. You clinked your doughnuts and then quickly took a bite.
You chewed for a few seconds and decided your verdict.
âThis isn't that badâ you laughed âI expected this to be much worse, but these are actually goodâ your hand covered your mouth when you said this.
âMhm, these are good, the fillingâs my favorite part,â said your boyfriend as he took another bite.
âI bought that, we didn't make it!â you playfully pushed his shoulder as you said this. He let out a chuckle that was accompanied by crumbs, which fell on your chest.
âThat's so fucking grossâ you looked down laughing. He just smiled with puffy cheeks.
Warnings: Nakedness but not sexual, also a mention of breasts but theres no genderÂ
I just fucking love baths apparently
This is super short and bad so expect it to be deleted soon. I wanted to post something while I work on a cooking fic jkasdh. this doesn't have any character mentioned. Anyways enjoy
The smell of peppermint intoxicated the air around you and thick mist fogged up the window.
The liquid surrounding you felt warm. You could say it was closer to hot than to warm.
It felt so nice to feel your body trying to float up but being stopped by the figure that laid on top of you. You loved the heat of your boyfriend's body, the jaggedness of his back, you loved the way you could feel his chest expand with every inhale and retract with every exhale.
Your knees were not warm but they were not hot either. They could feel the difference between the air and the water, cooled steam nipping at your skin.
Your boyfriend's knees were also in the air. How big he was compared to the bathtub. The position you were resting in made his knees poke out of the reservoir a little more than yours. Water droplets from the hair on his shin created ripples in the mellow water.
Your hair was held back, not wanting an unnecessary mess or the risk of it getting tangled. Your boyfriend's hair trailed down your left shoulder. His head was resting on your shoulder, and that made your shoulders not as cold as your knees. His eyelids pointed at the place where the wall and the ceiling met.
His scapulas pressed slightly at your breasts and his shoulders felt the cool of the snow-white cast iron. His lower back relaxed on your stomach.
One of his hands gently cupped your knee while his arm rested on your thigh. His other hand just glided through the water, enjoying the playfulness of surface tension.
Your left handâs fingertips caressed his forehead in upward motions. From between his eyebrows, just enough to reach his hairline and then repeat.
Your right arm was wrapping what it could of his chest. Rubbing small circles to the left of his ribs as a sign of endearment.
Holding him like this, in such a close spot. It was romantic. Even though there were no candles around, or sexy music playing, or dimmed lights. This is what romance was for you.
It wasn't grand gestures or dozens of roses. It wasn't great love confessions or sacrifice. It was intimate moments with the man you loved.
Baths with your boyfriend were truly the greatest.
Also I made this in like 2 hours so its pretty bad and ill probably delete it
Word count: 941
Songs I imagined played while this happened:
Nice to see you (feat. Floor cry) by Vanshire
Dreams Via Memories by Ceramic Animals
Younger by The Hails
Lava by Still Woozy
Dead Ringer by Yoke Lore
Televisions by Current Joys
Norton Commander (All We Need) by Men I Trust
Welcome and Goodbye by Dream, Ivory
Yam yam by No Vacation
Remember When by Wallows
The sun was starting to go down.
Your cheek rested on your arm, in the spot that was just a few inches away from becoming elbow. And in turn, your arm rested in the car window.
Your free arm was out the window enjoying the breeze. Your eyes were focused on your fingers, that played with the gentle wind, fluttering with the coolness they encountered. The crystal in front of your eyes protected them from the wind.
You heard a small chuckle coming from the driver's seat next to you. You turned your head to meet eyes with your boyfriend.
âWhat?â you said as you smiled playfully. âI'm having fun, the wind feels nice,â you said as you turned the hand that was previously playing with the wind palm-side up.
âYeah, I can tell,â your boyfriend said as he let out a playful scoff. Without looking away from you, his ring finger pushed a button on his door and the window that was previously closed opened, with that action his hair got slightly pushed back by the draft.
âSee, isn't it nice?â
âI donât know, not a fan of air drying my eyeballsâ
âAh, that's why you need these,â you said as you tapped the end pieces of your glasses with your index.
âYeah too bad I don't have horrible eyesight,â your boyfriend said as he lifted his eyebrows and smiled lightly.
You raised your shoulders and lifted your hands âWhat can I say? I'm just that goodâ
Your boyfriend raised his eyebrows mockingly and a crooked smile formed on his lips, eyes slightly rolling as he turned back around to look at the road.
You turned back to the window to enjoy the world around you. Both of your arms now holding your head up in the window.
Yellow stained the sides of the road. Huge beautiful sunflowers decorated all around you. You were lucky there were no other cars around. This small bit of paradise was all yours, even if it was just for a moment.
The marigold and apricot sky that shadowed behind the huge flowers made you feel like you were in a movie. Heat radiated from the sky. The clouds weren't roundish blobs anymore like they were during noon, now they were elongated and painted tiger-like stripes above you. You felt warm just by looking up.
The wind frolicked with your hair. So with your middle finger, you meticulously tucked it behind your ear, being careful not to tangle it with the temples of your glasses.
âI'm glad we're doing this,â you said without taking your eyes off of the stunning roadside.
âYeah, me too,â a deep voice said as a large hand grabbed your thigh, thumb rubbing up and down on the outside of your leg. His hand almost touching your flower-print dress.
You turned around and admired your boyfriend's concentration, who was grabbing your thigh but never became unfocused on the road.
Your hand gripped the edge of your boyfriend's seat in support as you leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. Your other hand grabbed his opposite cheek to push his head a bit towards you to facilitate your peck.
A smile grew on your boyfriend's face, and you could feel the way his muscles rearranged under your lips.
You pulled away with a huge grin on your face. He looked so perfect smiling like that. You couldn't resist yourself. Your once stretched leg folded, placing your foot under your opposite leg's upper thigh. You propelled yourself on your now folded knee and stretched out your hands to grab the sides of his face, peppering him with kisses, âmwah mwah mwah mwahâ.
âStop,â said your boyfriend while laughing and pushing you away by the shoulder. The hand that was holding your thigh let go and three of his fingers touched his cheek. He looked at them and then turned them toward you, head glancing too.
âLook at this,â he said smiling âmy cheekâs pinkâ
âOops,â you said, furrowing your eyebrows âAt least it's a nice color?â you said in a perky voice.
Taking a deeper look into your new masterpiece you noticed an especially pink lip-shaped mark right in the middle of his cheek.
âYou know, I like how it looks. It suits youâ
âYou think so?â he said playfully
âOh I know so,â you said nodding your head.
âRight okay. I'm going to believe you just this onceâ he emphasized on the âjustâ
âYou should believe me every timeâ your hand motioned as through cutting something horizontally. âI will literally never lie to youâ
âMhm,â said your grinning boyfriend, slightly tilting his head backward.
You opened your mouth as in shock but also amused.
You let your head fall back to rest on the headrest, arms crossing in front of you so in case you fell asleep, they wouldn't hit something. You closed your eyes to better enjoy the music playing.
A few minutes after accomodating yourself in this position, you found yourself feeling like a pair of eyes were examining you.
You opened the eye closest to your boyfriend while keeping the other shut. His eyes found your one, and you opened the other eye.
âWhat are you doing?â you said, curious about his actions.
âNothing,â he said giggling âjust enjoying the viewâ
âHa-ha, very funnyâ
âNo I'm serious,â Said the beautiful smiling man
âYeah, sure you are,â you said raising an eyebrow and forming a half-smile.
This time, your boyfriend was the one to lean close to you. His hands never left the weel. Soft lips pressed against your cheekbone and gave your head a little nudge.
- He starts explaining stuff to the team and you stand on our tippytoes, grab his shoulder to support you, and kiss him
- And if you're taller than him you also grab his shoulder to kiss him.
- He doesn't look at you because he's super focused but appreciates the gesture every time
- I have OCD so I imagine asking him if he thinks itâs safe to eat something and he doesn't get exasperated or anything after you ask him for the 500th time in the day, he just says yes it is
- And also like asking him to open a chocolate bar for you and telling him not to touch it or the edges and he always does it carefully and without complaining.
- He has huge hands so you know he takes his time.
- And he takes a little bottle of disinfectant alcohol on your dates because he knows about your fear of germs
- You enjoy doing crosswords together.
- You always get so excited when doing them, and after figuring out a really hard one he yells âyesâ and you high five or something cute like that
- He doesnât really know how to dance in a fun way
- So when you blast your music and start dancing you have to pull him by the arms
- And you have to wiggle so he can wiggle with you
- In romantic terms, heâs not bad at dancing he just doesnât know how to initiate the dance
- So you grab his hands and pull him close, then you just start moving slowly
- Classical music listener
- Like its constantly playing in your apartment, just because he finds it so beautiful and relaxing
- Especially things with a lot of piano
- I feel like he would always offer you chips or whatever heâs eating
- Not in a super obvious way but he does a little hum and leans the bag toward you
- You never ever skip a showâs intro or ads in commercial breaks because you know he likes to watch them
- Leads you by the waist, I don't know why I think this he just does.
- Temple kisses than push your head just a little bit.Â
- Cleans your glasses with the edge of his shirt when they get dirty or fogged
- And then he puts them back on you very gently, making sure they aren't crooked
Warnings: pain, blood, screams, broken bones, yelling, passing out, fighting, angst, and fluff I guess?? no idea how to classify this. I imagined y/n as a girl but there are no pronouns used so enjoy yourself :)
Let me know if I missed anything!
Word count: 891
not proofread and its pretty bad nglÂ
Summary: In which the reader gets caught in the crossfire of a fight (in a way)
Waiting had become a usual thing for you, it didnât bother you, it allowed you to study, or to read a book.
It was winter, but it wasnât snowing yet, and although you were small and your limbs were always cold, you werenât a chilly person at all. you didnât wear tights in the winter, and Ushijima always commented that you were going to get sick or get frostbite or something.
Ushijima insisted that you should wait inside the gym instead of the usual bench outside where you waited during warmer months. So you sat on the bench inside. You sometimes watched the team play, but you didnât want to distract Ushijima or anyone else, so usually, you just read a book.
It was late, the team had stayed practicing overdue and you didn't want to abandon your boyfriend after such tiring practice. And you were happy to be there, it wasnât inconvenient for you.
You noticed Ushijima leaving the gym with the coach and the team manager, you just assumed they were going to discuss technicalities about the next match, so you didn't bother trying to listen to the muffled sounds coming from behind the door.
You were so caught up in your book you didn't even notice the screams happening in front of you, you only noticed what was happening when a loud thud shook the ground. Yunohama was on the floor, blood flowing from his nose. looking down on him was Ćhira. it was terrifying seeing such big guys fighting, it put your size into perspective.
Yunohama got up and started pulling Ćhira by the shirt, the screams were so loud, for a split second you wondered how no one outside heard them. All you could distinguish from the yelling was something about not placing the ball in the right position.
No one was doing anything, the rest of the team was just watching, they were in as much shock as you, and it was better not to get in the middle of a fight.
Things got so intense, and you were the only one who could do something because the fight was blocking the rest of the team from going outside and warning the coach. So you mustered up all your courage and got up, you had to tell an adult before anyone got seriously hurt.
Just as you stood up Yunohama threw Ćhira on the floor, but he didn't stay where he was thrown, the floor was slippery, so he slid towards you.
The snapping of bone was the first thing you heard, it was the first thing you registered.
Before you felt any pain. Before the pain of your leg being slammed into the bench behind. You suddenly couldnât stand up, the bones supporting your leg were no longer functional. You found yourself on the floor screaming your head off. the fight had stopped and you were surrounded by the team, they all had faces of panic and fear as if they were watching a horror movie, they were frozen.
In the midst of your screams, you looked down only to see about 3 inches of bone sticking out from under your knee, it wasn't a clean break either, it looked so jaggedy, and you could see the muscle surrounding the bone. Blood was slightly pouring from around the injury, your calve was dripping red onto the perfectly waxed wooden floor. The force of impact from Ćhira and the bench behind you ensured that your tibia split. All you could do was hold your thigh in pain, as your screeches echoed around the room.
A slam of doors managed to be heard. Ushijima recognized your voice coming from inside, and rushed to see what was happening, all he could manage to see from afar was training shirts leaning down with their backs toward him. Goshiki was the only one who turned his head toward Ushijima, and he looked like he had just seen a ghost.
As Ushi ran toward the crowd, they split like the sea as he passed through to you.
He looked so concerned for you, seeing you suffer like this was heartbreaking. You didn't even notice him there, you couldn't comprehend your surroundings, the pain blinded all your senses. You only noticed what was happening when large hands went under your waist and knees in a very careful manner. you recognized the warmth and managed to put a hand on his chest as he gently lifted you. You weren't screaming anymore, you had tired out and now tears streamed down your face. You felt Ushiâs cheek slightly touch your forehead as he pushed the gym door open with his shoulder.
You knew it was cold outside. But this time it didn't feel like resistance to cold, like it was there but not able to affect you. This time your sense of feeling wasn't on. You couldn't feel anything, not even Ushijimas large hands anymore. Like your body had disappeared. Like a dream.
You knew your eyes were open but all you could see was pitch black. You were hoping to endure it. That it would go away just like when you stood up too quickly. But it didn't.
Nausea rippled through your body. Your stomach felt like it was going to fall out of your belly through your mouth.
Warnings: nakedness, undressing?? IDK itâs not sexual though, aged up bcs ur married.
Let me know if I missed anything
Summary: In which Ushijima lost a very important game and you tried to comfort your husband.
Word count: 1271
i have no fucking clue how to use Tumblr but why not get some feedback or something from writing my self indulgence in a super awful way. what a way to improve.
The ball smashed against the Adlers side of the court. A buzz echoed in the huge gymnasium. Cheers drowned out whatever sound was residing near you.
They lost. It was devastating. You really thought they were going to win, and so did they. Seeing them suffer from the bleachers was a horrible sight.
Ushijima did not show a lot of emotion, you couldnât tell he was upset by looking at his face. The only indication of his sorrow was a slightly furrowed brow.
You knew he was upset because why wouldnât you know? because he loved winning, and he loved volleyball so much because you knew his sufferings and his defeats. You knew how much he wanted to win this game specifically.
The ride back home was silent, he didnât seem like talking and you werenât going to push him. You wanted to give him space for him to come you, to process quietly if thatâs what he needed.
You could tell he was exhausted physically and mentally. The way he opened the apartment door, the way he walked through the halls, how his bag slipped from his shoulder onto the floor.
You hadnât said a word to each other. Ushijima was sitting on the closed toilet looking down. You were kneeling next to the bathtub, your sleeves rolled up and your hair tied up. The water touched your fingertips as you attempted to get the right temperature while the tub slowly filled up.
You walked up to Ushijima who hadnât lifted his face. You squatted down and grabbed the bottom of his shirt by the sides and started to pull it up slowly, your fingers slightly grazing the sides of his torso. He didn't fight you, but he didn't have the strength to get undressed on his own.
âLift your arms for meâ. He didn't lift them much, just enough for you to wiggle the shirt off of them, one at a time. You passed his shirt through his neck and head and were careful not to graze his face. For the first time in the whole night, he looked at you. The lines of frustration left his face marked, sadness lingered in his lips and tiredness glistened in his eyes.
You gave his cheek a little kiss as you continued to undress him.
You moved on to his shoes. You gently untied his shoelaces and lifted one foot at a time. Then you rolled his socks off his feet, and carefully placed them beside you.
He was wearing shorts, so it wasnât hard to take them off. And his underwear wasnât hard to take off either, he lifted up just enough for you to be able to pull them down.
The water felt warm enough underneath your fingers. You grabbed Ushiâs hands and pulled him up, then guided him toward the bath. He placed one leg inside as you continued to hold his hands. Once his other leg was inside too and he was fully standing in the bathtub you kneeled slowly outside the tub and he sat down with you, knees and thighs touching his chest and abdomen.
You poured water on his hair and down his back as he slighted tilted his head back. Your free hand ruffled through his brown hair, making sure it was completely wet.
You grabbed the flower-smelling shampoo and squeezed some on your right palm. You gently smeared it on both your palms and massaged it through Ushijimas wet hair.
You massaged the gooey-now bubbly substance throughout all his hair. Not only aiming to wash the sweat away but also to be able to relax your husband, to let him unwind without having to talk.
With Ushijimaâs help, you gently lifted one of his arms and with a neutral bar of soap washed his armpit, then you repeated the procedure with his other arm and rinsed him.
While the shampoo was settling, you grabbed the lemon-scented body wash. You slightly rubbed your hands together to create a drippy substance and applied it to his back. First on his neck, then his shoulders, and down his arms. Never taking your hands off his body, you moved a few steps forward to be facing Ushi and intertwined your hand with his. Carefully massaging his knuckles, palms, and fingertips.
You headed down his back. The muscles felt hot and still beating. You could see his back spread and the retreat every time he breathed in, his muscles poking out as ever. There were some scars and bruises from falling to try to stop stray balls; you traced your fingers through every one of them, admiring the beauty of his passion. You moved your hands in circling motions as you spread the wash as a sign of care, of your affection.
You poured water down his head and into his back, but this time you were rinsing away the shampoo and the body wash. Your hands trailed slightly down his back, and your fingers ran through the soapy hair. You poured water above his forehead and rinsed his face. his eyes were closed, and he finally looked slightly okay, like he was refreshed, it relieved you to see him like this, you couldn't imagine what it must have felt like for him.
You grabbed a towel and stood in front of the bath with your hands each grabbing a corner of the towel, and with your arms spread open. âCome on, get upâ, you said softly. You wrapped the towel around him the best you could, and then led him to the closed toilet for him to sit down.
You grabbed a smaller towel and started drying his legs. You started with his calves and made your way up to his thighs. Then you tapped twice on his hands, which were holding the towel together around him, signaling for him to open his arms. You dried his neck and moved down to his chest. He stopped you, grabbed your hand, and smiled gratefully at you, so you smiled lovingly back.
Still wrapped around the towel, you grabbed his hands and massaged body lotion through the calloused skin. You were so focused on softening the knuckles. On relaxing the muscles at the bottom of his palm. Ushijima admired you from above, you took such good care of him.
Once he was all dried up and sitting at the edge of the bed you picked through the closet to find his best pajamas.
Just as you found them you turned around and brought your chest to your knees as you squatted under him and started pulling his feet through the pant holes. You pulled the soft fabric up to his hips. âAlright then, this looks niceâ, you said as you stood up, hands on your hips as you smiled proudly. You reached for the green shirt folded beside Ushijima, and as you were about to start putting his head through the shirt you heard a soft âNoâ. A sizeable hand grabbed your wrist and started to pull your arm down slowly.
It was his first word of the night. âOkay then, no shirtâ, you said as you smiled and folded the soft shirt, and put it back down.
Once under the sheets he looked so peaceful, his face finally relaxed and his body followed. Huge arms hugged your waist as Ushijimaâs head rested on your chest. You twisted a strand of hair between your index and middle fingers. His hair was still a bit damp from the bath, and it smelled like roses, just like the shampoo. âWhat a beautiful husband I have,â you thought to yourself.
