CHERRYCOKE.

there was no peaceful wakeup this morning. no good morning kisses from your boyfriend, or beginning of the day bedrotting cuddling. your ears woke up before your eyes could even adjust to the daylight coming through the window, as dominic’s loud ass was clambering about in the kitchen with the coffee machine talking into his phone, probably on facetime or something.

groaning into your pillow, you take a deep inhale, already missing his scent despite him being mere meters away. cuddling into your pillow and burying yourself in his white sheets, you stare blankly at the wall and listen to dominic speak his nonsense.

“obviously, erewhon yoga mat, what else.” you hear dominic say with a fair bit of sass from a distance, as you snort into the pillow, remembering how he had bought it for you but he uses it way more than you at this point. 

he turns his stance to where you lay in the bed, not yet noticing your eyes wide and focused on him. “we got the guitar on the floor, we got the zyns,” he continues groggily, as he finally notices you are awake.

“and we got a sexy lady over here, in the bed. you already know,” he says, chuckling at his own description of you. as he says this, he pans the camera to show you on the bed, face half covered by the pillow but hair everywhere. 

you bring your arm up from over the pillow and give the camera a small wave. “hi” you say trying not to laugh. “everyone say hi back, put some respect on her name chat.” he says, flipping the camera and flopping back into bed with you. moving his computer from the foot of the bed, he speaks to his phone again. “yeah, you got my laptop on the bed, and a pretty girl. that’s jus’ who i am.” he says running a hand throughout his hair and setting his coffee on the bedside table.

as you are combing your tangled hair through with your fingers because you just got it blown out yesterday, (which dominic obviously paid for) you try your very best not to laugh at his yapping. “i am so fucking confused, who you givin’ a house tour too?” you question as your hair starts to look more presentable and freshly done instead of getting it tugged around last night as you were “thanking” dom for the gift.

his eyes are on you the whole time, admiringly and he unconsciously begins to grab at his own hair, tugging on a curl near his forehead. “the fuckin’ corners of my hairline are just… running away in my thirties,” he snorts self deprecatingly, causing you to let out a light laugh and twirl his little strand. “its cute, you’re like a big baby.” you coo happily.

“yeah, this is what i look like when i just wake up, y’know? i got this baby curl…that comes down?” dominic continues looking intently at the camera and fiddling with it. “i got the baby vibe, you know that baby cut?” he finishes, leaving you laughing at him.

“guys he may be older but i’m the boss he the baby.” you say pressing warm kisses on his scalp. dominic leans into you and yawns, as you lay your head on his chest as he sits up. 

dominic kisses you gently on the lips, grabbing at your waist under the covers. “anyway, uh, ima go- baby let’s go show them the vibe,” he says, tugging your arm to get up with him as your arms fly to keep the sheet on your body.

“slow your ass down, i ain’t got no clothes on,” you say watching dominic smirk to himself and the camera as he gets up to the closet and starts tossing you random articles of clothing to put on. “that’s my bad gang, ya’ll won’t be seeing that shit, not today.” 

you hastily slide on one of dom’s long sleeve shirts and some colourful brandy boxers and run up to dominic who made his way over to the kitchen to protect your decency from the camera. 

the second you turn the corner you see your boyfriend in the midst of some sort of throwing it back motion into the camera, and right after that he walks over to the living room and gazes outside wistfully.

pressing your lips together you try not to laugh, and as he spits his beautiful nonsense into the phone, you sneak up behind him and jump on his back. 

“shit!” dominic curses, dropping his phone onto the carpet below before entering a fit of laughter at you suddenly being on his back, he takes ahold of your legs so you are situated better, and slowly bends down so you can grab his phone off the ground.

you hold the camera up, as you pose for the live, giving them a full view of you riding your man (not like that) like a horse. “ladies, make sure your man knows he’s your pet, or you ain’t doing it right.”

dominic groans. “fuck, i think i’m getting old. my back cannot handle being fuckin’ sneak attacked anymore.”

grinning at his declaration of old age, and using your hand that is not grasping his phone you pat his head. “you can let me down now.” 

he slowly lets you to the ground and hugs you from behind, angling the phone so the viewers can get a nice long look at the two of you all touchy.

wrapping one arm around your chest, he starts making signs with the other and speaks making you laugh again. “we up in la, we up in love.”

you playfully roll your eyes. “tryna be all tuff shit, over here.”

dominic begins to nuzzle his head in your neck, placing wet kisses. “my bad, girl.” 

“why don’t you talk to them about somethin’ they wanna hear? like tour or next album or some shit?” you say, as dominic nods, but stays silent, beginning to suck on your neck. 

after a few moments of silence, you look back at the camera. “okay guys he’s taken a vow of silence i guess so i’ll take initiative and answer some burning questions” you say, sitting on the edge of the bed on dominic’s lap because hes still latched to your neck from behind.

you squint at the phone as you try to read the chat, your thumb scrolling though the ever multiplying wave of words flying by as dominic’s lips remained pressed firmly against the sensitive skin of your neck. he is breathing heavily against you, the iphone 17 mic picking up every wet kiss coming from his lips, as he is unbothered by the fact that ten thousand people are currently watching him act like a literal barnacle.

“alright, let’s see,” you say, your voice wavering slightly as dominic presses a particularly firm kiss near your throat. “someone’s asking if the album’s gonna be announced before summer ends. dom, baby, look at the screen. is it?”

“mm, mm” he hums against your skin, letting out that lazy muffled noise. his arms are still locked around your waist, and he doesn’t bother lifting his head.

“he says, yes… i think.” you translate, rolling your eyes at the camera as the chat loses it. 

comments like “is he eating her?”, “that mic quality too good”, and “get a room” flood the chat. “ya’ll dramatic, i can’t lie.” you laugh, trying to nudge at dom’s forehead to get him off you, but he just groans and tightens his grip. 

“okay, next question. ‘are there any features on the tracks?’ dom, any features? can you stop biting me for two seconds and answer?” 

dominic finally lets out a low laugh against your neck, and lazily brings his lips up from your neck and closer to your earlobe. “nah, no features. just me on my shit, you know what i’m saying?”

he finally glances at the screen, his eyes half lidded and glazed over with a spaced-out happy bliss. he scrunches his brows up at a comment before reading it. “‘why is bro so clingy?’ fuck off, dude. i can do what i want,” he huffs as you grin at his annoyance. “there’d be no album without her on god, so pop off my dick please.” 

before you can even read another question, dominic leans back down and refocuses his attention on your neck again, but he starts actually nibbling and biting at where he had sucked on earlier. 

“dom! ow,” you gasp, swatting at his arm, but he lets out a victorious laugh as he pulls away and looks at his handiwork. “are you kidding me, did you just-”

“yeah, that’s a good one,” dominic interrupts so you can’t scold him, looking at his work with a proud grin. there’s a bright pink spot forming on your skin, which is sure to form a bruise later. his thumb comes up to trace the fresh hickey. he looks at the phone screen pointing at it. “we up in love, remember?”

you scoff, looking annoyed, as you try to stretch the collar of his long sleeve shirt you are wearing to hide the patch of skin, but your fingers are clumsy and shit from laughing. 

“alright, ima end this because dom is losing it. he doesn’t deserve you guys.” you say, shaking your head.

“no, wait, don’t end it yet, let me say bye,” dominic groans playfully. his arms tighten around you, hoisting you back against his lap and so he can bury his face into your neck one more time to leave a sweet kiss on top of your new love bite.

“well, go stream the old shit until the new shit drops. we gonna go get litty and naked and whatever. love!” he says, before rapidly hitting the button to end the live.

after he confirms he ended it, he tosses his phone carelessly onto the mattress, not even checking where it lands. the second both of his hands are free, he doesn’t waste a minute. he slides one arm under your thighs and the other on your back, lifting you off the bed bridal style with a grunt.

“fuck, okay, so my back is actually kinda feelin’ you jumping me earlier,” he mumbles, half joking half not. “where are you taking me though?” you say leaning your head in his chest and kissing his jawline and cupping his face. “you also need to shave baby.” you finish, making him roll his eyes.

“kitchen.” dominic responds, setting you down once you arrive. “m’ hungry as fuck.” 

as you stand next to him watching him rummage through the fridge you grab a glass to fill with water. “also, now everyone on the internet thinks you’re some horny ass-” you say grinning, before he cuts you off. “i am. only for ya though.” he says grabbing a few ingredients before slamming the fridge and kissing your cheek on the way to the sink. “they can think whatever. i got my guitar, album done, and my pretty girl. i’m all set.”

you wrap your arms around his back, as your face heats up from his sweet words. “my old ass baby,” you coo once again as he rolls his eyes. “yeah, yeah, your baby.” he corrects tiredly, as he continues making breakfast for you.

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8:30 a.m on a friday, fucking finally. you walk into your first period math class. some kids are dozing off, some trying to discreetly blow their vape smoke into their sleeves, and a few talking. sitting down in your usual second row spot, you see maddy begrudgingly trudge into the class behind the teacher, and take a seat behind you.

“no wonder why i always skip, i am so fucking tired.” she groans.

you offer her a sip of your starbucks coffee, which she takes thankfully. “i’m a vet at this shit, you gotta be caffeinated or you’ll fall asleep.”

“i’m sure you are,” she laughs. “you are here like, every day. respect.” 

you smile back at her and shrug. “either this or my parents get mad.”

“and you look cute too,” maddy says in awe sweetly, as the teacher begins droning on. 

you smile, simultaneously adjusting your softly curled hair. “thanks, i’m going to my boyfriend’s after school.”

elliot was not exactly the first person someone would assume that you were dating. their mind would usually go to a tall, football stud, or some academic weapon who is also hot. although elliot was definitely good looking, he was a bit more reserved, and never really took anything too seriously, unless it was a line of coke at 10 a.m in the morning.

rue had introduced the two of you, and he instantly thought you were hot. you joined rue and elliot’s weekend hangouts, and usually ended up the designated driver because your slight weed haze was safer than their coked out pupils. after a while, the hangouts had become just you and elliot, where he would show you his guitar and make you blush when he flirted way too openly for a friend. 

and then you weren’t friends anymore.

“boyfriend? wait, hold on i’ve been skipping too much. since when have you had a mans bitch?” maddy says, grinning. “who is he? is he that senior on the soccer team who comes up to you at lunch, or one of those two hockey guys who keep tryna get it-” she says, but you smile and politely cut her off. 

you shake your head, a bit amused at her initial assumption. it made some sense though. you were smart, outgoing, active, and a pretty face of course. and you thought elliot was perfect for you, and he is. “no,” you murmured, keeping your voice low as to not anger the teacher. “his name’s elliot.”

maddy looked up, giving you a clear view of the rhinestones under her blue eyeshadow as she thinks for a moment before it finally clicked in her head. her mouth widens. “elliot?... like the kid who plays guitar and constantly hits up fez? the one i’ve seen rue with?’ 

“yeah!” you confessed, your cheeks turning pink thinking about him. “that elliot. my elliot.”

“girl,” maddy whispered, leaning forward over her desk so she was practically at your ear. “are you deadass? no offense but like, i can’t really see you with… him. i mean hes definitely fine but your so sweet, cool, fun, popular, whatever, and hes… quieter than rue, at least at school, and plays guitar which is, cool i guess?” she says, trying not to be rude because you are blinking up at her so sweetly.

“okay hes not like some weirdo, maddy.” you say rolling your eyes. “seriously. he’s really sweet, and he really listens to me and i just like being around him.”

maddy looks at you, the gears turning in her head. “right, so thats sweet and i love that babe but, i’m a little fucking confused. he’s like, never here.” 

you nod, thoughtfully. “yeah, he skips a lot.” maddy grins at your response. “alright y/n, i’m happy for you. but you’re gonna have a lot of people let down by this.”

scoffing, and packing up your bag because the lesson has ended you reply. “i don’t know about that.”

the following class dragged on like it was in slow motion, a gruelling lineup of hour long blocks you still had to endure. as the teachers droned on, you took notes and grinned to yourself about seeing elliot later.

in your second period, you were sitting in english class, carefully highlighting your notes in a pastel pink japanese highlighter, and drawing little simple doodles in the margins. you weren’t some lame ass nerd though, you went to the weekend parties, drank mystery concoctions in plastic cups, and knew how to have fun.

but you also had some sort of softness about you that made people instinctively want to put you in their pocket, hence maddy being so overbearing, and why the girls three rows over who had overheard you and maddy’s previous conversation kept glancing at you. also, why elliot loved you so much.

during your lunch break, you were sitting at your usual table in the fluorescent lit cafeteria, when maddy and kat joined you as per usual.

“okay, but seriously,” kat started, her eyes wide as she tilts her head with genuine concern that makes you want to laugh. “elliot? like, he’s cute sure… but he looks like he hasn’t seen the daylight since like, last year. do you not worry that he might not be like… the, uh, best influence for you?” she says, trying to be as nice as possible.

you blinked your big, confused eyes, tilting your head as well in a gentle confusion. “what? no. you guys know i don’t just fuck around with dating, and hes a bit of an introvert i guess, but he is super fun and i love him and that’s what matters.” you say, trying to be stern, because that’s your man at the end of the day.

maddy and kat make some sort of sweet pouty face and hold your hands, grinning at you. “that is so fucking cute,” kat coos, as you look between them repeatedly wondering if they were fucking with you.

“what?” you say. 

maddy grins, finally letting go of our hands. “we’re just happy your happy. you are like, the most perfect girl we know and its like kinda confusing your dating someone on the… opposite side of that spectrum…” she says as you crack a smile at her still playfully dissing on elliot.

the rest of lunch went by like the usual, mundane day. maddy was still applying a fresh layer of lip gloss while kat scrolled through her phone. 

“all i’m gonna say is, next time he shows up to school, i’m pulling him for a chat.” [a/n - anyone else watching love island???] maddy says, evening out the gloss on her lips. “if he fucks you over i will literally get violent.”

you let out a soft laugh. “maddy, please don’t threaten my boyfriend.”

“i’m not threatening, i’m promising.” she corrected with a smile.

by the time the bell rang, you packed up your trash and walked with them out into the hallway, throwing your trash out on the way. the rest of the afternoon felt like you were going insane. in your last period, you sat through a grueling biology lesson, your eyes darting to the clock every three minutes while your fingers mindlessly traced the margin doodles you’d made earlier. when the last bell finally rang, you practically sprinted to your car.

when you pulled up to elliot’s house, the afternoon sun was already beginning to dip lower into the horizon, casting that heavy, golden California haze over the streets. you let yourself in, the screen door clicking shut behind you.

making your way up to his room, you found him exactly where you expected. sprawled out on his couch, a faded graphic tee hanging off his torso, casually plucking at his guitar strings. 

he didn’t even look up at first, just kept his eyes on the strings as a lazy half grin, half smirk overtakes his lips. “hey stranger.” he murmured, his voice low. 

“hey!” you smiled, dropping your backpack by the door. 

elliot set his guitar aside on the carpet. his eyes followed you as you took your zip up hoodie off, and there was a soft, almost dazed expression on his face that only ever happened when he was around you. he loved how good you were. how you had this genuine and sweet innocence about you without being naive, and how you looked so impossibly pretty and clean after a full day at of school while he felt like a total mess, even though he had stayed home the whole day. it completely enamored him.

he shifted on the bed, patting the mattress beside him. “come here, y/n. you look so cute, its stressin’ me out.”

you laughed a bit and walked over, sinking into the cushion. the second you were within arm’s reach of him, elliot pulled you right against his side, his warm arm wrapping around your waist as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling gently.

“missed you,” he mumbled against your skin, his lips just brushing over your collarbone. he felt so warm, so relaxed. you did that to him.

“i missed you too,” you said running your fingers through his messy bleached curls. “maddy and kat were grilling my ass at lunch today, about us.”

elliot let out a soft, amused noise. his fingers traced the patterns on the fabric of your tank, feeling all touchy now that you were here. his hand slid up to cup your jaw, his thumb tracing circles over your cheekbone. “oh yea?” he asked, a tooth bearing smirk on his lips. “what’d the relationship masters have to say about me?”

“maddy said something like i was perfect and you were quite the opposite.” you teased, tracing his button nose with your nails. 

elliot started laughing, and shook his head. “i mean, she’s not totally wrong. but damn, they uh, really think you’re too good for me, huh?” he says, shifting again and pulling you into his lap so you were facing him, and his arms wrapped around your waist again, as he held you like a precious doll.

“they jus’ don’t know you,” you said softly, resting your hands on his chest.

he blinks up at you and shrugs. “that’s okay. don’ need ‘em too.” elliot replies. he leans forward, kissing your lips in a slow, lazy kiss, his lips moving over yours gently as he savours your taste. he pulls away and smiles against your mouth. “as long as you know me. that’s all i care about anyway.”

suddenly, your phone buzzes with a call. a facetime from maddy. 

elliot groaned, burying his face into your neck again as you shifted to sit next to him again. “don’t answer that. tell her you're sleeping.” 

“i have to answer, elli. she’ll just call back like twenty times.” you laughed, hitting accept and seeing maddy’s face pop up.

“hey, so rue just told me that ca-” maddy says quickly, before actually looking at the camera and seeing elliot wrapped around you, and she grinned. “oh my god,” she starts, “are you deadass? i completely forgot you were hanging out. look at you two.”

elliot didn’t even look, just lazily brought his hand up from your waist up into your hair, and planting a soft kiss on your jawline, unbothered by the audience. he didn’t mind showing you off, and he liked making it obvious how obsessed he was with you.

“what do you want maddy?” elliot said before you could speed, a sleepy grin on his lips. “we were in the middle of something.

“shut up, elliot.” maddy laughed, looking amused. she turned her attention back to you. “i mean he is being nice to you, and this is really fucking cute,” she says, screenshotting the call. “he is being very nice.” you say, smiling at her.

“clearly.” maddy said smiling wider. “alright, well, you look cute. come over at five tomorrow. love ya.” she says blowing a kiss as you hang up.

you toss your phone onto the floor with a long sigh, that elliot immediately kisses away. “i love youuu” elliot says between kisses. 

you grin against his lips and nod. “yeah yeah i love you too.” you respond, as he pulls away and starts to light a cigarette for the two of you. “y’know, we should be together forever.”

as he places the cigarette in your mouth you nod and take a drag. “that sounds good.” you grin, and elliot takes the cig from your lips and replaces it with his mouth.

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the air in elliot’s room was thick with weed smoke, cheap incense and candles, and faintly your perfume. it was heavy and dizzy most of the time, and kept the rest of the world at bay, leaving you two in your own little world. tonight though, the atmosphere felt sharp and needle-like.

you and elliot had been on a temporary, agonizing break for a week, and it was all because of what had happened at some party. you had VERY explicitly asked him before you got there to not participate in those messy truth-or-dare games that always happen, or at the very least, have the balls to deny a dare.

the reason you had warned him was because you knew how jules looked at him, and the lines people end up crossing when they were drunk or high enough. but low and behold, being the dick he is, he sat in the circle, looked right at jules, and kissed her when the dare came around, because of course jules made him a dare that revolved around her.

not just that, but completely disregarding the single boundary you begged him to keep.

now, you were standing by his bed, your arms crossed and looking at him with a cross stare. elliot saw your look of fury, the one you had plastered on your face for the past hour as he had tried (and failed) to explain himself without victim blaming. you love him, but he can be so fucking annoying.

his big, brown eyes were looking up at you, desperately, needingly, clawing at your affection. but you knew he was just distracting. he gets up from his seat on the bed, and steps into your space. his movements were rushed and hurried, as he frantically slid his tanned fingers under your tank top and onto your warm skin.

his hands tugged into your waist, gripping you close as he buries his face in your neck, pressing hot heavy kisses against the side of your neck. “y/n baby please,” he murmured in a raspy whisper, his lips muffled against your throat. “jus’ stop. stop bein’ mad at me. i’ve been going crazy this entire week because i love you. i missed you so fucking much my baby.”

“don’t.” you scoff, deadpanning his desperate ass. you don’t lean into him, which stings because it is very out of character for you.

“baby, look at me.” he begged, his whispers echo against your throat as his hands trail up your spine to pull you flush against his torso, clawing at you for a reaction. “just let me hold you.”

you shove him back, your palms pressing into his chest as you attempt to break his grip. he stumbles back a step, his eyes wide with a bit of hurt, but also frustration and his previous defensiveness. 

“i said don’t touch me.” you snap. “you can’t just whine your way out of this. we both know how she looks at you, and i explicitly told you not to do dares like that, but you did it anyway. and you know i never ask you to do anything like that, and it was the one and only time i did. don’t sit there and act like im overreacting and everything is fine when you let her kiss you and touch you.”

“i’m not doing this with you tonight.” elliot said, his neediness instantly morphing into defensive anger one he realize he couldn’t just charm his way back in. he sat back down on the edge of his unmade bed, when his voice drops. “you’re spiraling again. you’re makin’ shit up just ‘cause you want something to scream at me about.” he says, his eyes on the floor. he can’t even look at you.

“making shit up?” your voice raises. “it was a game to you, but you knew exactly what you were doing! you wanted her attention or her to, like, touch you! don’t fucking lie to me elliot!”

“i’m not lying!” elliot yells back, standing right back up to face you. “it was a fucking dare y/n! you’re looking for reasons to push me away because you’re insecure, and i’m sick of being crucified for it!”

“crucified? you did the one thing you agreed not to do, and if it was me and another guy you’d be just as pissed.” you say back, holding back hot angry tears. “you’re literally just a liar who can’t keep it in his pants!”

“then leave.” he spits right back. “if i’m so fucking terrible, get out.” he says, with pure dismissiveness, and that did something. he wasn’t hearing you, so you would make him.

your eyes scanned his room, landing on his guitar. it was one of the only things he gave a fuck about. before your brain could register anything, you grabbed it by the neck and bashed it against the wall.

the sound of the wood splitting against the wall was deafening. the thin strings snapped with a harsh twang. after that, there was a dead silence over the room.

elliot takes a step closer. “you think you can just destroy my shit because you can’t handle yourself? is this what you wanted? a fight?” he says slowly, his hands clenching and unclenching as to not do something he’ll regret. your eyes were wide, and you felt bad but as soon as you said that it all vanished. 

“get the fuck out of my house.”

THE NEXT DAY.

the next day was a silent blackout between you and elliot, but the silence felt oddly louder than your screaming match. you had spent hours analyzing his past messages, alternating between wanting to shoot him and a toxic craving to crawl right back into his bed. 

elliot was going through a similar predicament. he was insanely pissed over the guitar, but he knew what he did was wrong, he was just too proud to admit it. there was nothing more that he wanted then to drive over to your house and spend the night ‘apologizing’, but unfortunately, you two were too far gone at this point.

THE NEXT NIGHT AFTER.

petty retaliation commenced over your phones on the second night. maddy had invited you to one of her friend from another school’s parties, and of course you attended. you always dressed and looked good at these, so it was no surprise when a guy plopped himself down next to you to strike up a conversation.

naturally, he swung his arm around you and since you were tipsy and petty, you sent elliot a photo of his arm around you, and you leaning into his touch. he responded not long after and you grinned as you texted him back (a/n - sry gng woulda put pics in the texts but i couldn't find what i was looking for)

a few hours later, you had left the party feeling triumphant in getting tipsy and pissing off elliot. what you didn’t expect however, was him to now send you a picture. it was taken from sitting on the corner of his bed, facing down, and there were a pair of shoes. shoes you recognized almost instantly. jules’ fuckass white doc martins.

that move brought your blood to a bubbling boil. you type back immediately, making sure he knew that you knew that he was just putting on a pathetic show, because he couldn’t actually handle having anyone else touch him sober and alone. let alone jules.

you knew it was bullshit. there was no way jules was actually in his bed. elliot was far too obsessed with you for that, but the fact that he went out of his way to arrange her shoes to try and drive you crazy was hilarious. and you loved it.

THE NEXT MORNING. 

it was a new day, but you kept the gears turning all night. you had picked up a cardboard box from staples, and spent an hour and a half stringing together all of elliot’s belonging that he left in your room or lent you. every article of clothing, his vinyl records he lets you borrow, and other random trinkets, all piled neatly into the box, because at the end of the day, he’s still your baby. 

you did your makeup and hair for another hour, and put on an outfit you knew he liked you in, because this would definitely get a reaction from this. once that was done, you walked the cardboard box to the fire pit in your backyard, struck two matches, and sent him a picture of the flame hovering just centimetres away from his stuff.

the day stretched into the evening, and after dozens of missed calls from elliot, you finally made the drive to his place. you didn’t text. just showed up.

when elliot pulled the door open, he looked tired and wrecked. his hair was a mess, brown roots and blonde tips meshing into each other in a curly whirlwind, dark faded circles adorned his under eyes, and his place smelled of weed, but that was per usual. he looked down at you, the anger from a few nights ago had now mellowed out into something heavy and exhausting, with a lot of tension.

“you here to set my house on fire now too?” he muttered, leaning against the doorframe. there was no real bite in his words, as his eyes dropped right down to your mouth, and a hungry look passes through his eyes.

“um, no but this should cover a new guitar,” you say civilly and quietly, handing him an envelope. “or at least that’s what my dad said. it’s his money. he got mad at me for it, if that like, makes you feel any better.” you finish with a small smile, as his lips tug upward to scoff playfully.

”and these. which i ended up not burning.” you add, handing him the staples box awkwardly.

elliot stared at the box and envelope in his hands, then looked at your face, a slow, complex emotion crossing his face. without saying another word, he stepped aside to let you in.

the two of you made your way to his room, and he closes the door gently. “you were out of your mind for that, not gonna lie.” he whispers, referring to either you hooking up with a stranger or burning his shit to a crisp.

“you make me that way.” you quickly countered, stepping closer and placing a finger on his chest to keep some distance. “you cut me out when i told you how i felt, elli. you cross the lines i ask you not to cross, and then you act like i’m the one who’s crazy.”

“‘m not cuttin’ you out baby.” he mumbled, his voice dropping slightly as he gripped your waist. “i’m right here. i fucked up with jules, alright? it was stupid and weird and i hated it. i swear to god i didn’t feel a fucking thing, but i still shouldn’t have. but we’re not over. no more break.”

you shrug as he pulls you closer, “easy, stop giving me a reason to leave.” 

his second apology came quick after, in physical form this time. it was a messy collision of teeth and pressure, both a punishment and a desperate surrender to you all at once, officially dragging you both back to each other. he backed you up against the wall, his fingers tangling into your hair as he kissed you.

elliot’s hands slid down from your hair, unzipping your hoodie and yanking it off your shoulders and reaching up into your tank to hold your bare, warm waist. as he held you, he lifted you slightly so you had to wrap your legs around his hips. he groaned against your mouth as he circled his hips against you.

he didn’t stop to take you to bed, either. the frantic, toxic energy from the last couple days was boiling over, and neither of you had patience anymore. he let you fall to the bed, crawling on top of you, and you grinned against his lips, letting him manhandle you.

after a heated half hour, elliot slid off of you, his hands as shaky as your legs now felt. without ever breaking eye contact, he walked over to the other side of the unmade bed and got in next to you, feeling your bare skin against his as he held you.

“we are not good together when we fight.” he jokes. “too toxic.”

“right” you laugh, rolling your eyes as he wraps his arms around you and peppers your face with sweet kisses.

“you get scary when we argue, but some of those texts made me hard.” elliot laughs out, confessing.

you shrug slyly. “good. must’ve sucked not having me there to help you because you fucked up.”

“it was,” he agrees, as you bury his face in your neck. “i’ll never fuck up again.”

a/n - and i know thats right elliot never fuck up!!!!!!

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