#whereiselliot

there was no more space for you at home. no more space for you in your hometown. too much partying, drinking, dancing, having fun. they just don’t get it. what the fuck else are your twenties for?

but the silver slipper had space for you.

walking through a dusty california highway, sneakers scuffing against the dry and cracked pavement, the warm desert air tangling in your hair. you had gotten in a big, bad fight with your parents, they were complaining about your work ethic, your future, and other bullshit. they must’ve had enough, because now you had to hitchhike. 

mascara was stinging your eyes and tears made it hard to see, and you kept wiping it with the back of your hand, probably making it worse, but you were no pussy so you kept walking. that’s when a car slowed down beside you. 

alamo’s car.

he let you in the passenger seat without much question. the girls in the back were beautiful, beaded bras glittering from the sun and sharp graphic liner adorning their eyes. they gently fixed your makeup and hair. by the time you arrived at the silver slipper, you felt like yourself again. maybe even a bit better.

and you aren’t stupid. you knew how this looked, but it pays well, gets you free makeup products, pretty outfits, and you always wanted to learn how to throw it back and really dance anyway. 

you were the type to find the good in most things, to smile first and ask questions later. you turned a blind eye to the parts of the job that felt a little too flawed, because the parts that weren’t, you found fun. the music, the lights, and when you actually got to keep your bikini on. you could get paid more if you did special favours, but you could just settle for taking your top off, for now.

a lof of the girls were supportive, surprisingly. they taught you how to give a lap dance, the customers who pay a lot for a little, and the ones who pay a little for a lot. you would do each other’s hair and makeup. the dressing room was always the best part. since you were still learning, some nights you danced and some nights you served drinks, which you didn’t mind.

they kinda saw you as the baby of the group, because you could be a bit slow to things and situations. oblivious, even.

alamo liked it about you. the customers liked it even more.

usually by the end of the night, all the girls would be quiet, tired, a little drunk, and a little high. it was just routine at this point. 

you weren’t the newest for long though, because a week after you came, rue started working at the club. she was cool, chill. kept things somewhat organized in the dressing room. you talked to her quite a bit as the both of you kept interacting.

you conversed with her because you were lonely, rue conversed with you because she was lonely. she also thought you were attractive, which you never really picked up on. not in a way she did much with, but it was there. then again, rue found a lot of the girls here attractive. 

one night you were doing your lashes in the mirror, when rue walked in, duffel bag over one shoulder. “rue?” you said, recognizing her from when you overheard alamo talking about her. “yeah,” she nods at you, dropping the bag in the office beside the dressing room. “you’re the other new hire, huh?”

you shake your head with a smile. “i’m not that new anymore.” you say. 

she almost smiles back at you. “you’ve been here a week longer than me. barely.”

finishing up your makeup, you sit up and take your little robe off, hanging it neatly on the wall full of hooks with clothes draped on them. “nice meeting you, rue.” you say, smiling a cute smile at her, before walking away. rue’s eyes follow your frame, from your pink 6-inch pumps, up to your sparkly thong and matching bra.

after a long night, the dancers file into the office and receive their stacks of cash for the week. you smile kindly after receiving yours, tucking it safely into your bag. you had made a lot of money tonight, just from dancing and flirting, thankfully.

most of the girls had left now. you were sitting on the floor eating your favourite salt and vinegar chips that you buy from the vending machine almost daily, still in your sparkly bra and a pair of sweats because you really couldn’t be bothered with how tired you were right now.

rue came in to do her end of night check, making sure the customers hadn’t left anything behind, because if they did, whatever it was belonged to alamo now. she move around quietly for a bit and sat down next to you.

you offered her the bag, and she took a handful.

“customers weird tonight?” she said eventually.

“they’re always weird.” you tease, smiling at her. you weren’t lying though.

rue liked you. she thought you were sweet. always smiley and you made good money. there was one time, a new customer had walked in. not really throwing tips, not really buying any services. just lurking around you. you kept smiling because that’s the job, but you definitely noticed.

when you got to the back, rue was by the door, waiting for you. “you want me to get alamo to talk to that guy? he’s acting weird as fuck.”

you shake your head, looking up at rue reassuringly. “i’m fine.”

“that’s not what i asked.” rue says, standing there calmly, waiting. just ready. just in case.

“not yet.” you say.

rue nods, and you thank her.

but there was one day, one day where instead of leaving for the night, rue stayed. it had been a couple weeks since you had met her now, and you have moved your relationship status from aquaintances to friends. 

as you take off your makeup and settle into the couch that alamo lets you sleep on in the dressing room, you hear rue talking to someone. assuming its a client you shrug it off. you pull the blanket over your scantily clad body. you did not have many clothes, so you usually just slept in a sports bra and some mini shorts, which you had long since stopped feeling weird about.

you close your eyes and try to drown out the minimal noise of rue and whoever she is talking to. eventually, you fall asleep, your hair fanned out around your head and a sleepy pout on your lips. this sleep doesn’t last long, however. sounds of rue walking in the room and speaking in an urgent, hushed tone fill your ears, and you groggily push the blanket off your face and blink slowly, eyes adjusting to the dim neon lights. 

as your vision comes to focus, you can see rue smoking as she is talking to a boy with curly hair, and grown out frosted tips. he is wearing brown baggy jeans and a beige graphic tee. he makes eye contact with your bleary, puffy eyes, and pouted lips from lack of sleep. the boy points at you and rue looks over, her eyes widening.

“oh shit, i completely forgot you sleep here y/n.” she says, as you sit up, letting the blanket fall.

you give her a bright smile despite your sleepiness, shaking your head. “it’s okay rue, who is this?”

rue smiles back at you. “thanks cutie. this is elliot. he’s a- i know him from high school.” she says, gesturing to the boy whos mouth is agape beside her.

you nod and focus your gaze to elliot. “hi, i’m y/n. i work here with rue.” you pause, then strangely feel the need to clarify. “well, not with her, i don’t do what she does. i dance here.” another pause from you. “which probably sounds worse. i’m a dancer. that’s my job.” you stop yourself before you can make it any more of a thing.

elliot blinks at you. then slowly, he smiled at you.

rue presses her lips together, making a trying not to laugh face as she looks down at her cigarette. “you’re good,” elliot said finally. “i got it.”

“okay.” you said. you then feel like you should be doing something with your hands, so you reach down at the bag of chips that you were snacking on earlier and held it out towards them. “you want some?”

rue made a noise that sounded like a laugh horribly disguised as a cough. but you don’t notice. typical.

elliot looks at rue, then back at you, his smile never disappearing. “yeah, sure.” he took a few strides and arrived at your couch and took a few chips, before sitting down on the floor and leaning against the couch.

rue stayed sedentary in her position on you couch opposite you, one leg thrown over the arm of it as she blows smoke lazily upwards towards the ceiling. her expression found you and elliot’s interactions very entertaining.

you chat with elliot for a little while. small talk. you have always been really good at small talk. could be because you are pretty outgoing, or because you don’t realize when someone is sick of your yapping. even though you loved to talk, you weren’t annoying about it. you only say things you care to say.

elliot listened to you more than he spoke, which you didn’t mind. maybe he was tired, as you were as well. you are used to filling space, and he seemed comfortable letting you.

at some point you got quieter, and your eyes grew heavier.

“she’s fallin’ asleep,” elliot says quietly, looking up at rue.

“she does that,” rue says. “she’s out in like, two minutes when she gets tired.”

you force your eyes back open just to prove a point. “i’m not asleep.”

“you just said you saw a cat walking on the road alone and you wanted to rescue it and then just stopped talking.” rue said. “i do.” you murmur, as you pull the blanket back up your body. your eyes quickly shut again, your lashes splaying against your cheeks.

elliot’s big brown eyes watched you with curiosity.

“cute.” rue says simply as she stubs out her cigarette. elliot doesn’t respond. he just took one more look at you, then pushed himself off the floor and followed rue out the door.

as rue and elliot finally get outside, they are hit with a gust of the warm, dry california air, as the sun was almost up. the two of them lean against the wall, sharing the cigarette. it almost felt like high school all over again. 

“okay so jules-” rue starts.

“how long has she worked there??”

rue looks at elliot, confused. “what?”

“y/n,” he said, gesturing his hands like it was obvious. “how long has she been at the silver slipper.”

rue stares at him, dumbfounded. “like, three weeks. elliot this is important. i was literally just about to-”

“does she always sleep there? like that’s her uh… situation?”

“i mean, yeah, for now probably.” rue took a long drag. “alamo lets her use the couch. she has her little setup with a lamp and her damn-”

“chips?”

“the chips, yeah. she likes those ones a lot.”  rue tilts her head at elliot. “why are you so-”

“jus’ asking.” he shrugs, taking the cigarette from in between rues fingers.

“you’re asking a lot.”

elliot shoves his hands in his pockets and gives the cigarette back to rue. “so she just walked in off the highway and started working here?” 

rue sighs. “from what she tells me, basically yeah. alamo picked her up, and now she’s here. she acts like it’s the best thing that ever happened to her.”

“does she mean it?”

rue shrugs. “i think she actually might. that’s just kinda how she is i guess. anyways, jules has been-” “do you think y/n will-” rue turned to look at him with an exasperated expression. “elliot.” 

his eyes go wide. “what.”

“i’m trying to tell you something like, really fuckin’ important.”

“i know… i’m listening.”

“bullshit.”

he was quiet for a second, then opened his mouth again. “does she always ramble like that? like the thing about the dancing and clarifying ‘n shit?”

rue closed her eyes for a second. “yes. she used to do that to customers until she realized they weren’t listening, they were just staring at her tits.” elliot laughed for a second, and then rue pointed a finger in his face. “you like her.” 

“i just met her.”

“she was literally half asleep and you were basically drooling on her.”

“she’s uh, interesting?”

rue stares at elliot for a long moment. then stubbed out the cigarette. “jules.” she says firmly. “we are talking about jules now.” elliot nods.

he came back three days later.

rue invited him, and put his ass to work. alamo wanted her to move a few things around, and no way she was doing that on her own, and since she knew elliot was fond of seeing his favourite dancer, she knew he’d have no problem with helping out.

and he didn’t.

as elliot was walking by he saw that you were sitting at one of the mirrors in your robe, carefully gluing rhinestones near your eyes with a tiny brush, your tongue poking out the corner of your mouth in concentration.

he stopped walking. “hey!” you smile at his reflection in the mirror. “you came back.” you say, as he grins at you. “yeah, rue needed some help. and i wanted to talk to you again.” he sits next to you.

you end up almost being late for your set as you talk to him. the two of you always get lost in conversation. he asks, you talk, he listens. “good luck, beautiful.” he teases, as you drop your robe and walk out to the main area.

he kept coming back. always ending up near you. you were sitting in the dressing area one night, in your robe, telling him about how you kept slipping on your heels this week.

 “i almost didn’t slip yesterday.” you say proudly. 

he looked down at you, smiling. “almost.”

“i mean, its progress.” 

“sure.” his smile gets wider. “you gonna show me sometime?”

your cheeks started to burn up. “maybe when i stop slipping.”

“i don’t mind if you slip.” he responds, reaching in his pocket and putting a cigarette in your mouth, before lighting it for you.

about an hour later, you got back into the main area, walking around in a baby pink shimmery bikini, and white heels, working the floor. 

elliot was setting some bottles in the bar from a box with rue, with a direct sightline to where you were standing, laughing at something a regular whispered in your ear, your hand on his arm as you sit in his lap.

rue noticed elliot staring, and rolled her eyes playfully, nudging him with her arm. “that’s a regular, danny. he’s got a boat. he tips well, but she thinks he’s boring.” rue says as elliot set down the bottle of casamigos he was holding. “i didn’t say anything.” he says. opening up another box of liquor, rue shakes her head. “you’re too obvious, man.”

the night that followed was like any other for you. dances, tips, drinks, talking with rue and elliot. eventually, the music stopped like it always did.

it was around six a.m. and you were dead asleep on your couch. your hair tousled everywhere, and a blanket half on you.

the door creaked open.

elliot stood still in the doorway for a second, his eyes adjusting to the soft purple glow of the dressing room lights. he had driven past the silver slipper a few times before actually pulling in. rue had asked him to drop something off because she was busy with jules, which was technically true, except rue had said whenever and it was six in the morning.

he set a paper bag down on the vanity quietly, and carefully. then he turned to look at you.

you never left. that’s what had been in the back of elliot’s mind for the past week. you had been here for weeks, and had everything you needed here. elliot kept thinking about it. the whole world you existed in consisted of the couch, the vending machine chips, the hair, makeup, all of it was inside this club.

he hadn’t planned this. he just found himself at a mcdonald’s drive thru early in the morning. a soft sound suddenly came from your mouth, like a yawn.

you blinked, slowly and tiredly, the way you always were when you woke up. your eyes drifted over to him. “elliot?” 

“hey.” he said, casually.

you propped yourself up on an elbow. “where’s rue?”

“not here.” 

you looked around, as if rue was hiding in the fucking walls or something. “you came without rue?”

he shrugs. “yeah.”

you stare at him, before moving your gaze to the paper bag on the vanity. “what’s in the bag?”

“food.” he responds. at this, you sat all the way up, your blanket falling to your lap. your hair was a mess, with fallen out curls and hairspray, and makeup mostly off. “you brought me food?”

“i brought food,” he says. “you can have some if you want.”

you smiled at him, and he smiled right back. “okay.” you said softly as he picks up the paper bag. “here, lets eat in my car. you need to get out of here for a bit.”

his car smells like him. warm, a little cologne-ey and weed. the two of you were sat in the back seat, and you had the paper bag in your lap and the window open. “i don’t have shoes on.” you say, realizing your sleepy mistake.

elliot glanced down at your bare feet and laughs. “i noticed.” you sigh. “i forgot.” elliot shakes his head. “it’s six a.m. s’fine.”

you shrug and open the bag, feeding yourself a few fries. you offered them to elliot first, like you offered the chips.

the two of you sat there, eating quietly and watching the occasional car drive by. “so,” elliot starts. “when’d you last leave here? like, to actually go somewhere.”

you think for a second. “i went to the gas station. last week, i think.” he stares at you, so you clarify. “the one down the road.” 

elliot nods slowly, looking out the window. “that’s what i thought.” you look at him confused, and defensive. “it’s not a big deal,” you said. “i have everything i need here.” 

“vending machine chips.” elliot teases. “they have like six options.” you say seriously. “and the salt and vinegar ones are-” 

“i know, i know.” he said, and he was smiling. he found this very cute. “the best ones.” he finishes. “yeah!” you confirm with a smile of your own.

the bag was pretty much empty now. you had eaten more than him, which he took as a good thing. you twirl your hair in between your fingers as you crumple up the bag, and then notice elliot looking at you. 

“what.” 

“nothin’” he says, smiling.

the two of you were close enough that you could see him very clearly. his curls, his features, and the way he was looking at you. like he could be anywhere else doing god knows what but he was choosing to spend his time here. with you. the pretty dancer from rue’s work.

“elliot,” 

“yeah.” 

he patiently waits for you to finish your sentence but you weren’t fully sure what you wanted to say. his eyes dropped down to your mouth, then slowly back up again. he didn’t move closer, he didn’t want to push it. just waited.

when you closed the distance, it was soft at first. barely there, even. your mouth found his, and his hand slowly came up to your jaw, and rested there. you pressed in a little more and felt him pull you a bit closer. when you pulled back, you were even closer than before.

as your lips curve into a smile, he kisses you again. his other hand was now on your waist, and you moved closer. he kissed you slow and intimate, which made you feel warm all the way down your body. the two of you pulled away after along while, your lips wet and cheeks flush

“you’re really pretty, y/n.” he mumbled, unable to wipe the smile off his face. “you’re really obvious.” you mumble back. he scoffs against your lips. “rue said the same shit.”

you grabbed the empty bag and pushed the door open, your bare feet on the concrete. “thanks for breakfast.” you grin at elliot. “anytime.” he replies, grabbing a pre roll from his glove box and lighting it as you walked away. you didn’t look back, but you were grinning the whole way.

later that night, men filed in for the evening rush. you spot elliot walking around with rue, probably doing something for alamo. you were up on the pole, one leg hooked on it and your feet pointed. the pink and orange lights caught the shimmer on your tiny silver bra. your hair was down and curled, and your heels added a good six inches to your height.

your eyes had found elliot automatically at this point, now used to the sight of him. he and rue were now standing by alamo. rue was doing all the talking, and he was pretending to listen with his arms crossed, but he was watching you. you blew him a kiss, and he grinned lazily, as rue nudged him harshly.

the corridor was cool compared to the heat of the coloured lights onstage. you were walking slowly back to the dressing room, catching your breath. a warm hand wrapped itself around your wrist, and you grinned already knowing who it was.

elliot took you in up close, clearly loving today’s getup. "you’re my favourite dancer.” is what he said quietly before he kissed you.

it was a very different kiss than the car. no patience. his hands were on you immediately, and your fingers were gripping at his shirt, kissing him back. he walked you back until your shoulders made contact with the wall behind you, as you arched into him.

his hands move quickly and firmly. you relished in his touch and the feeling of his lips on yours, as well as the slight taste of weed on his tongue when it came in contact with yours. his fingers were moving nimbly and slipped in your bra, and then the door opened.

rue stood there holding a white bag in one hand as she took in the sight before her. you against the wall, and elliot’s head dropping to your shoulder as he tried his best not to laugh. your eyes are wide, resembling a deer almost getting hit by a fucking car. “rue-” elliot starts.

“it’s fine elliot. just-” her eyes fall to his hand pressed on your tit. “if you guys are gonna fuck, just go to your car.”

she walks back through where she came from, and elliot is grinning. he kisses your jaw before stepping back from against you, and already tugging your hand towards the back exit to the parking lot.

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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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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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