🍕—”Gosh, I can’t stand you…”
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Gosh he was so fed up with your constant teasing, you and your sexy eyes and face, and those hands that seemed to work like magic across his body. Your sexy—and smooth voice full of sinful desire, you were anyone’s dream.
But you just happened to find Elliot Attractive how he was always was covered in pizza sauce or flour, how he smelt like tomato sauce and warm pasted mozzarella cheese with a hint of clover,
How he’d chase you out his dad’s pizzeria, and promise to give you kisses at home. How he’d scold you when you vandalized something with your slick hacking.
This man was a total hot babe for you, but you? Were like the sun and moon to him, you were loud, obnoxious—yes you were a hacker, that often trolled him but he’d get on you about that later.
You were like a total dream babe to anyone who got lucky—and he was a lucky contestant.
Not to mention you were a huge flirt, you were sassy and snarky when you wanted to be, how you’d laugh while talking about destruction, that evil gleam in your eye when you meant terror.
You like a tornado, you caused havoc at times, yet he found himself attracted like the winds. Don’t forget to mention how much he LIVED for your cruel and berating words while you and him had your 🤭 special times.
You’d call him names like ‘pathetic’ and ‘idiotic’ and ‘weak’ or at times ‘a bastard’, and god—he wasn’t a masochist—but hearing those words from you? Oh it made him only scream your name louder.
And man, he really loved those moments.
PRESENT AFTERNOON Setting, time/ place: Your shared apartment, 7:49
He peacefully cooked in the kitchen, as you ranted about how you and your gang almost got caught vandalizing the back of a store, when you noticed he looked like he was barely listening.
Which he wasn’t—he was more so focusing on cooking and listening to the TV in the background, you frowned and pouted, poking his cheek to get his attention,
He swatted your hand away, shoving a spoonful of hot broccoli in your mouth—making you hiss from the burn on your tongue and making him laugh softly.
You huffed and crossed your arms, as you tugged on a strand of his hair, and this time he shoved a spoonful of hot steaming soup in your mouth, you whined, and bit your tongue, huffing and pouting.
But soon, you got the BEST idea, one way to get his attention, something you KNEW he half hated and half loved.
What did you do? Ha! The best thing, you gave his ass a smack! He gasped out, and stopped the stove, looking at you with shocked and annoyed eyes.
“You little—ugh! Gosh I can’t stand you!” He hissed, but you knew there was no bite to his words—only Elliot’s way of saying; “Stop trying to grab my attention while I’m cooking.”
You snicked at his words, and gave his lips a kiss, quick and teasing—just to catch him off guard.