#Elliot x reader

[bewitched-hours]

I would like to request some Elliot (forsaken) x reader fluff please :> ♪¸¸.•*¨･:*ೄ·*♪¸¸.•*¨･:*ೄ·

I have been craving jealous fluff with Elliot and reader

(I will admit, I’ve been seeing an increase in pizza burger and paycheck and I have been getting envious myself ;-;)

it can be either reader or Elliot whose jealous, either way I’ll eat it up like a gourmet meal :0

you can make it the tiniest bit suggestive towards the end, but I prefer keeping it child friendly please ^_^

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that’s all, thank you! Have some water or snacks, get some sleep, take care of yourself :D

Aw man, you're too sweet there with the end (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) And how about I raise you one better? Two stories in one where we can get both our little jealous pizza man and jealous reader like two sides of a coin- (I'm still silly)

The reader shall get They/Them pronouns for this ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Jealous Elliot;

He couldn't bare the sight...

It was like a switch flipped when you accepted his awkward but adorable confession and started calling him your boyfriend. The other survivors obviously supported you both but the fact you were always kind to everyone in the cabin was a problem to him.

You were always like this, for the record. Elliot had figured it wasn't a bit deal but now...

He sees a lot of the other survivors as threats to your relationship.

What if 007n7 tries to get his hands on you?

What if Chance's cocky comments rubbed off on you as flirting?

Elliot found himself jealous of nearly everyone you talked to but he didn't dare to utter a word. He knew this wasn't right.

You had a right to form your own relationships with the others.

But something just didn't feel right...

He'd even find himself hesitating to help the survivors that made him jealous during some rounds.

And you could tell. Not that he was particularly good at hiding it anyways. You just weren't sure if you should confront him on it.

Until Builderman decided to sit you both down at the kitchen table after dinner.

"Alright, love birds. Whatever's going on ends tonight because I'm not having either of you mess up another round because Elliot's feeling insecure." He was clearly frustrated, neither Elliot or you dared to speak up as he left the kitchen to give you two privacy.

It was awkward... But you knew this would come one way or another.

You were first to speak up. Not in confusion or agitation. Just in a gentle tone to avoid pressuring your boyfriend. "Elliot, what's wrong? You've been tense ever since we started dating..." You muttered, thinking you did something wrong and Elliot noticeably tensed up.

He didn't realize he was that obvious from the start but he was also shocked you seemed to think it was an issue with you. He eventually sighed, raising his hand to cup your cheek and you almost instinctively leaned into it.

If only you knew how his heart could melt whenever you did things like this...

"I'm sorry..." He muttered out meekly, giving you a gentle kiss before resting his forehead against yours. He felt incredibly guilty over how he made you feel. "I don't... I guess I got jealous..." He admitted, surprising you a bit.

You've never seen him jealous before you started dating...

But you sighed. Not in disappointment as Elliot first thought. But in Relief. "I was so scared... I thought I did something..." You placed your hand over his on your cheek, not allowing him to respond before you started addressing the issue again.

"Elliot, you're the greatest boyfriend I could've asked for... Please try to trust me when I say that nothing will get between us..." You gave him such a soft look, he could've turned into a puddle with how beautiful you looked to him in that moment.

You knew he couldn't help his jealousy but with your reassurance and communication, you were hoping you could both work on this and cancel out the jealousy like a nasty bug.

That night, you decided to accompany him to his cabin and sleep with him curled up against your chest. You could only play with his hair while he listened to your heartbeat until you decided to let exhaustion take hold over you as well and kissed your sweet pizza man on the head before drifting off to sleep.

Jealous Reader;

You couldn't help yourself.

Elliot was supposed to be yours. You didn't know why you were jealous that he interacted with the others.

For some reason Chance felt like the biggest threat, really.

Still, Elliot was your boyfriend. Why did it feel like he was acting too friendly with the others ever since you started dating.

You knew nothing changed. Everyone was supportive of your relationship.

But your jealousy was hard to conceal. And it even affected the way you handled rounds.

Instead of helping stun the Killer or distracting them for the people you perceived as threats to your relationship, you'd simply run and leave them to handle it on their own.

And they were... Less than happy with it.

"Alright, trouble in paradise. Either you two handle this now or [Name] is gonna have to suck up whatever's going up because I'm not having this anymore." Chance demanded, not even hiding his frustration as he left Elliot and you sitting in the kitchen.

You felt awkward but Elliot just looked at you in a mix of confusion and gentleness. It hurt to see him like that.

"Sweetheart... Please talk to me." His words could be clouds for you to lay on...

And you laid there, holding his hands as he rubbed gentle circles on the back of your hands with his thumbs.

"I'm sorry, Ell..." You choked out, a fear tears making its way through as you sighed. "I just started getting jealous over almost everyone... I don't understand why..." You could've cried but you held back, not wanting Elliot to feel bad.

But he did. And he quickly pulled you into a tight but reassuring hug. "[Name], you have nothing to worry about, I promise you..." He whispered into your ear, easing your worries a little as you let a couple of tears rush down to his shoulder.

"I'm yours. I will forever be yours and I'm sorry if I did anything to make you feel that way... But you have to trust me, okay?" At this point your mind felt fuzzy with your emotions overwhelming you and Elliot trying to help you calm down by gently rubbing circles on your back. It felt grounding but...

"I don't deserve someone as sweet as you..." "I would like to disagree. You're everything I could've asked for and more, this isn't gonna get between us." He spoke with such certainty, you couldn't help but silently sob into his shoulder.

Were you such a bad partner that you couldn't trust your favourite person to nurture other relationships besides your own? Were you being selfish?

"How about I carry you tonight?" He asked so sweetly, not even needing an answer as he gently shoved one of his arms below your legs to carry you bridal-style to your cabin.

It was just a little embarrassing to still have such a puffy red face as he held you. But he didn't care.

Neither did he care later on when he let you listen to his heartbeat to fall asleep to and went back to drawing circles on your back, whispering sweet nothings into the darkness even though you were already far into slumber town.

I'd say this was pretty cute overall (≧◡≦) ♡

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[mellousivly]

ELLIOT YIPPIE

Please I need see my bbg elliot and dusekkar! [Not rushing just wanna see more more of them]

Hi,, uh hii :33

HELP! Grrrgrggrrgrr school is killing me >:'[

And my exam will be in two days 💔💔 HWELP 😰😥

Anyway,,, sorry guys u can only have Elliot because I was too lazy to draw dumbsekah 🎃

GRGRGRGRGGRGERR

[reiwini]

duuude . can i req a gummy skin elliot . i wanna bite him soo baad in a romantic way .

I forgot how 2 draw roses,,,...💔💔💔..,,🥀🥀

[Sob] [sob]

[revlw]

The way I rushed to your requests when I found out they were open😭 your writing made me giggle and kick my feet you are SO talented

Anyways! Can I please request (if it’s okay with you) a Yandere team-up with Chance and Elliot (forsaken)? They’re both head over heels for the reader and so they decide to work together..

Headcanons are fine!! Make sure to drink lots of water and take care of yourself!!

𓏵 LUCKY STRIKE

YAN! PAYCHECK X READER

Warning ! : Obsessive behavior , yandere themes , manipulation , possesive dynamics , mild stalking elements , potential gaslighting

Note ! : AAAAAA TYSM !!!! this means a lot to me truly! And I think Im KINDA bad ab headcanons so so its kinda a one shot???….,,,, I HOPE U LIKE IT!!! Art : @/fishumlem on X

Chance notices you first, but not in any dramatic way. He sees the way you hesitate near the fire, uncertain. The way you laugh too quickly when someone jokes, trying to fit in.

He likes that you don’t yet know the game. People like that are interesting. Predictable in some ways—naive—but also capable of surprising him. And Chance loves surprises.

He starts approaching you slowly. Playfully. Nothing alarming.

“You know, you keep standing by that tree like you’re expecting it to save you from a killer.”

You laugh. It’s easy to laugh around him. He makes it easy.

Elliot notices too. Not your laugh, not your smile—your fear. The way your hands tremble just slightly when you hear the killer’s scream. The way you fumble with a generator. The way you linger near others for safety.

He doesn’t say anything to you. He just… starts watching.

At first, he’s near you by accident. Or at least, that’s what it looks like.

You blow a generator? Elliot’s already nearby to cover for you.

Get knocked down? He’s the first to pick you up, silent, efficient.

You thank him. He nods once.

He doesn’t ask for anything in return.

Not yet.

It’s subtle.

Chance starts treating you like a game. Not a cruel one—but a test. A series of probabilities and risks. He bets you small things:

“Want me to boost you to that ledge? Let’s flip for it. But if I win, you owe me a secret.”

“Heads, we take the long way. Tails, we sneak past the killer.”

You laugh, roll your eyes. But you play along. It becomes habit.

He always seems to win, somehow.

Elliot, meanwhile, watches who you talk to. Watches how you smile at certain survivors. Watches when you flinch. He doesn’t say anything when you start trusting Chance more—but he watches him, too.

He starts intervening. Slightly.

That one round when you and Chance are paired together? Elliot joins too. He doesn’t speak, but he’s always just there, between you and a threat. Or between you and Chance.

They begin to notice each other.

At first, Chance thinks Elliot is just… hovering. A protective type. He finds it amusing.

“Silent knight,” he jokes to you once. “Pretty sure he’d throw himself in front of a trap for you.”

You glance at Elliot. He doesn’t deny it. Just tilts his head, quiet. Still watching.

Chance narrows his eyes. It’s not funny anymore.

Elliot doesn’t like how Chance makes you laugh. He doesn’t like how close he stands to you, how his voice drops when you’re alone together.

But Elliot is patient. He doesn’t act on impulse.

He waits. Watches. Calculates.

The Shift.

It’s during a brutal round—Jason, maybe, or c00lkidd. You get separated. Alone, bleeding, hiding behind a rock.

They both find you at the same time.

Chance crouches beside you, all charm, coaxing words:

“Hey, hey, easy. You’re alright. Just a scratch. Let me help, yeah?”

Elliot is silent, but his hands are already pulling out a medkit. His expression is unreadable, his eyes locked on him—not you.

Chance smirks.

“Oh, sure. You can patch her up if you want. I’ll just hold her still.”

The way he says it makes your stomach twist. You smile, nervously. Neither of them does.

They both fix you. Carefully. Silently. But the air between them is sharp.

From that moment, something changes.

They don’t argue anymore. They start working together.

Chance engages you with warmth and wit. Elliot handles logistics—watching your back, offering tools, helping you silently.

You barely get time alone. Not because they’re obvious, but because they’re coordinated.

One distracts while the other circles in. One keeps you smiling, the other keeps you safe.

And slowly, the others fall away.

Survivors avoid you—either pushed out, subtly sabotaged, or scared off. You never notice the pattern.

But soon, it’s just you and them. Always.

Chance manipulates the social side of things. He always has an excuse to talk to you.

“Hey, come with me. Safer in pairs, right?”

He makes you feel like choosing him is your idea.

He studies you like a strategist studies the board—tracking your fears, your preferences, even how fast your heart beats when he leans close.

If you ever question why people avoid you now, he shrugs with a smile.

“Maybe they’re jealous. I mean, you’ve got two of the best keeping you safe. Who wouldn’t be?”

Elliot doesn’t try to win you over with charm. He builds a quiet, unshakable presence in your life.

You fall, he’s there. You’re in danger, he’s already moving. You cry, he passes you a handkerchief without a word.

He starts taking things from you—not objects, but choices.

You don’t need to fix that generator. He already did it.

You don’t need to ask for help. He’s already beside you.

He never pressures you. But he’s always watching. Always waiting.

And over time, you start to rely on him. You trust him.

That’s all he ever wanted.

They talk when you’re not around. Quiet, tense meetings.

“They looked tired today.”

“I’ll handle it. You just keep them entertained.”

They don’t like each other. Not really.

But their shared obsession keeps them in orbit. And if either one of them ever steps out of line, the other is watching.

Because in the end, their goal is the same:

Keep you safe. Keep you close. Keep you theirs.

@revlw 2025

[melercies]

One Bed Trope [Supports]

Pairing(s): Elliot, Dusekkar, Builderman & Taph

Author's Note: Please let me know if I mischaracterized anyone. I was practically fighting for my life trying to write for these guys. It was fun to write them, but trying to rhyme with Dusekkar made me lose brain cells every second. Survivalists are next. Likes, reposts, and comments are highly appreciated! <3

For some unknown reason, after a brutal round, you find yourself standing in front of your cabin. Gone and demolished for what reason? You don’t know, and frankly, I don’t either, but here we are! Thanks a lot, Spectre. All that was left was the pathetic remains of the foundation, some twisted wood still crackling with dying embers. Just great. You’re utterly exhausted, drained physically and mentally, as you wonder where you’re going to sleep. Out in the cold? Absolutely not, especially not with the repetitive cycle of hell that you have to go through daily. At least at the end of the day, you need to find yourself in comfort. So, with really no other option, you turn and walk yourself over to a fellow neighbor’s cabin. Sure, it was embarrassing, but it’s better than sleeping outside in the cold. 

You couldn’t care less as to who you were knocking, feeling too tired to even think properly. You just needed a place that isn’t destroyed to get some sleep, especially for tomorrow. It takes a moment or two until the door opens, revealing the individual.

Elliot:

You’re barely standing by the time you get to the nearest cabin, the smell of smoke still clung to your clothes, and the ruins of your shelter fresh in your mind. Spectre really did a number this time. You raise your hand and knock, only half expecting whoever was within their cabin to be there.

There’s the sound of muffled clutter before the door swings open.

“Whoa—!” Elliot blurts out. His visor is tilted slightly askew, eyes wide as he takes in your soot-smudged state before his expression softened into that classic worried Elliot look. “Are you okay?! What happened—no, wait, don’t answer that yet—come in, come in.”

You’re too tired to explain much beyond the words: “Spectre. Cabin’s gone. Burned down.”

Elliot ushers you in like a panicked restaurant host. “Okay, yeah. That’s… awful. You should’ve come sooner, I—I can make something warm, I’ve got pizza. Or, uh, water? You’re not hurt, are you?” He’s already moving around the room, grabbing mismatched things, tripping slightly over a pizza box, and muttering, “Smooth, Elliot. Real smooth.”

The moment you step inside, he’s already clearing a spot for you to sit down. “Sorry about the mess! I was reorganizing my stuff—uh, gear. Same thing, sorta.”

His cabin feels…weirdly cozy, even if it’s a little messy. Warm light glows from an old camping lantern, and the entire place smells faintly like garlic bread. Piles of rolled-up maps, energy drinks, empty pizza boxes, and extra red-colored visors clutter the corners. Still, it’s homey. Lived-in. Human, especially in a place like this.

You clock the single bed instantly. Elliot follows your gaze before scratching the back of his neck, trying not to meet your eyes.

“I, uh… I’ve got another blanket? And a couple of pillows. And I can totally take the floor if—”

You cut him off. “No need. We can share.”

That seems to give him a moment to process. “Oh. Okay. Yeah, I mean—I don’t snore or anything. I think. Probably.” 

He approaches the bed as he spends the next few minutes nervously straightening the bed, fluffing the pillow twice before realizing you just want to lie down already. When the lights are finally off, you expect him to roll over and go quiet.

But he doesn’t.

“…Hey,” he whispers after a while. “I know this place sucks. Like, it's basically hell. But you’re not alone, okay? I’ve got you.”

Hearing such words of reassurance and comfort. It’s a practical contradiction in this repeated cycle of survival that’s filled with constant bloodshed, but it’s enough. Everyone needs it as of right now.

A moment of silence passes after his words. Then you hear the unmistakable crinkle of foil nearby.

“…Also. I saved a slice.”

You smile faintly, not even looking, just reaching back until your hand touches warm pizza. And honestly? Maybe this night wasn’t all that bad.

Dusekkar:

The ruins of your cabin smolder in the distance, blackened wood hissing under the slow creep of night. The Spectre’s chaos had left nothing behind. Perfect. Let’s hope the Spectre had a good laugh about it. With exhaustion dragging limbs like weights and frost biting through your clothes, you approach the one cabin with a flickering lantern still glowing in the window. You barely think about whose cabin you’re standing in front of, only that it’s intact and has a door that might lead to warmth.

You knock once. Twice. Then, pause. You’re about to leave, thinking the individual has long gone to slumber or isn’t in the mood to converse with anyone, when it creaks open.

Standing in the doorway is Dusekkar.

His antlers cast jagged shadows behind him, robes rustling. The orange fire inside his dark blue pumpkin head flickers once as the firelight casts strange glyphs across the inside of his pumpkin head, and then he speaks, voice like a lantern’s flame—soft, warm, and ancient:

“A visitor calls on ashen breath,

Cold and burnt from the trial’s death,

Spectre’s rage, your home undone…

Rest you seek, until the next sun?”

Too tired to even make sense of the rhyme, you just nod. “I don't care where I sleep. I just rather…not freeze out here.”

Dusekkar doesn’t move for a second — simply studying you with that eternal, flickering stare. Then he steps aside, gesturing with the tip of his staff. You cross the threshold.

The interior is serene—more of a shrine than a home. Glowing runes shimmer along the walls, and the air carries a subtle scent of smoke and lavender. Deeper inside the cabin, shelves and tables are softly illuminated by flickering blue candles. Nearby, a single bed is tucked carefully beside a stack of scrolls and ancient-looking books that probably seem to have existed long before Telamon.

“There’s only one bed,” you mutter. “Of course there is.”

Dusekkar tilts their head, seemingly hearing what you’ve said. His staff clicks softly against the floor as they move to stir the fire. 

“This realm allows what fate permits. One bed, one soul. The tale now fits.”

He motions you toward it but makes no move to lie down himself. Instead, they settle cross-legged in the corner of the room, staff resting across their lap.

You frown. “Aren’t you going to sleep too?”

“I dream while waking—sleep, I lend. The fire burns for you, my friend.”

He gently taps his staff against the wooden wall — two knocks, pause, then one. A steady rhythm.

“A signal known, a warding spell, To shield your mind where shadows dwell. So sleep, my friend, while fire glows — And when you wake, we’ll strike our foes.”

You don’t understand everything he says. But the warmth from the fire, the eerie calm of the room, and the sense that he truly is watching over you — it’s enough. You feel protected, strangely.

Although there’s also a strange comfort in the way he speaks. 

You lie down, letting the warmth soak into your skin as the fire crackles beside you, eyes growing heavy. Just as sleep begins to take you, you hear his voice again — quieter this time, almost a lullaby:

“The bed is small, but dreams are wide — And in this cabin, you’re safe inside.”

Builderman:

Honestly, you barely remember dragging your feet back toward where your cabin once stood— a hollow, scorched impression in the natural ground now. Smoke clings to the ruins like a bitter memory. There’s nothing left. The Spectre could’ve done it out of their enjoyment or anger. Who knows?

You stand there for a while, just staring at the ash until the cold sets into your bones like ice.

There’s no time to feel sorry for yourself. Tomorrow is just another day, and the next round will come like clockwork. You won’t survive it if you’re not half-frozen and unrested.

You don’t think — you just walk. Not toward anyone in particular. Your mind’s too fogged, your legs too tired.

By the time you approach a door, knocking once, twice, then lean your head against the doorframe, eyes half-closed. You expect silence.

Instead, the door clicks open.

Builderman stands there, gray-skinned and underslept, hoodie slightly ruffled, his Turbo Builders Club hat tilted just a bit from where he’s probably been dragging his hands through his hair in stress. His default expression — somewhere between disappointed and exhausted. Not at you. At the world. This situation. At the weight he’s been carrying for years.

“...Cabin’s gone?” he asks, already knowing the answer.

You nod.

“...You look like hell,” he mutters. “Get in.”

The cabin is exactly what you’d expect — minimalistic, neat, and functional. There are workbenches tucked in the corners, plans scattered across the desk, and blueprints pinned with bent nails to the wall. A half-assembled generator lies in pieces on the floor, half-finished as if he’d given up mid-build. The air smells like solder and printer paper.

And there it is.

In all its glory.

The one bed.

You eye it, then glance back at Builderman. “Don’t suppose you’ve got a backup plan for this, too?”

He exhales through his nose, running a hand through his hair before slumping against the wall. “I’ll take the floor. You’ve done enough rounds. I can’t afford to have you limping tomorrow.”

You scoff. “You think I’m gonna let the founder of Roblox sleep on the floor?”

He frowns. “That title doesn’t mean much anymore. Besides, it’s not like I sleep much.”

But later, when the fire burns low and the weight of the day finally pulls you down, you find Builderman sitting on the edge of the bed, still wearing his hoodie, staring into the firelight with a thousand-yard stare.

You open one eye. “You’re gonna break your back sitting like that.”

He huffs, lips twitching like he might laugh. “I’ve built buildings and worlds from nothing. I’ll survive a night with poor posture.”

Silence before he speaks again.

“Just take the bed. I’ll be up most of the night anyway.”

You open your mouth to protest, but he cuts you off with a look — the same one he gives Shedletsky when he’s about to do something stupid.

“Don’t argue. I’ve made worse sacrifices.”

So you shut your mouth, brain too exhausted to even think of sentences to say.

The sheets are surprisingly warm. Not soft, exactly, but warm — and that’s enough to suffice. Builderman returns to the desk by the window, scribbling notes, calculations, or even plans by lantern light. You watch him from under the blanket as your eyelids grow heavier.

But eventually, the cold wears him down. With a muttered “Scoot,” he lies beside you, stiff as a board, arms crossed, staring at the ceiling.

You both lie there in silence for a while — until his voice breaks the quiet, barely above a whisper:

“We’ll rebuild it. Your cabin. I’ll help you design it.”

You don’t respond at first — you’re already fading into sleep — but the corner of your mouth tugs up.

“Thanks… Boss.”

He grunts. “Don’t call me that.”

But the blanket shifts slightly more in your direction anyway. Just enough to share.

Taph:

You’re so tired that you barely feel your feet dragging through the grass. The sky is a heavy black curtain above you, and the burnt-out remains of your cabin still glow behind you like the dying embers of a failed promise.

Thanks, Spectre.

You don’t know whose cabin you’re knocking on. You’re too cold, too exhausted, and clearly, too far past the point of caring. You just need four walls and a roof.

The door opens without a word. No quick movement, no startled reaction.

Taph stands there.

His hood cast his face in deep shadow, the yellow runic lines across his robes faintly glowing under the moonlight. His bandit mask concealed any chance of reading his expression. Not that it mattered. He’d never said a word anyway.

Still, the meaning in his stillness was clear: What happened?

You gestured vaguely behind you. “Spectre. No cabin. No roof. Just…fire.”

He tilted his head slightly, then stepped aside. That’s an invitation enough.

Inside, Taph’s cabin smelled of gunpowder and old books. Dim lanterns flickered overhead, illuminating his intricate setup; trap schematics, disassembled mechanisms, spare wires, and trip lines hung with precision across the workbenches. And off to the side, one surprisingly neat bed, tucked into the corner.

Just one.

Your shoulders sag as Taph watches.

“Only one bed,” you mutter aloud. “Of course.”

Taph looks at you briefly. Then he gestures, a two-finger flick toward the bed.

You raise an eyebrow. “Seriously? Are you okay with that?”

He pauses, then nods once. 

“I can sleep on the floor,” you say quietly, a little unsure. 

He slowly shakes his head. 

You sigh, too drained to argue.

The mask reveals nothing, but the gesture itself is calm from Taph. It’s less about ‘you owe me’ and more ‘you’ve been through enough.’ You found yourself smiling a little at the comforting gesture.

You approach and ease down onto the edge of the bed, removing your gear. The bed is simple: wool blanket, faint scent of iron and dust, but undeniably warmer than the outside.

Taph joins you a moment later, setting down a quiet clinking of traps and parts. He lies back against the wall beside you, arms resting on his lower half. Still saying nothing. Just watching the window, the horizon, the stars beyond the fog. His breathing is soft, nearly inaudible.

Even in his presence, there’s something watchful about the air. You’re used to survivors speaking, venting, even shouting during rounds. But Taph is different.

In the quiet, your voice slips out.

“You always wear that hood, even to sleep?”

He doesn’t move.

But eventually… a single nod.

You chuckle faintly. “Figures.”

Stillness.

Then, you feel something — not a hand, not a gesture, but a subtle shift in the mattress. Just enough for your weight to balance more evenly. 

You stare up at the ceiling. The wind howls outside.

“...Do you ever wonder if we’ll make it out of this for good?”

He doesn’t answer with words.

Instead, he reaches out slowly, signing towards you.

“I hope so. Whatever happens, we’re in this together.”

You watch his gloved hand linger for a second before resting. No words. Just that.

Hope in a situation like this.

It was enough. For now.

[sourle]

erm.. could you maybe draw an elliot x reader where theyre like.. romantic frenemies. reader was a VERY hated customer at the pizza place (so think of them like an exploiter or whatever), and ended up getting blacklisted 007n7 style but now since they got forsakened theres no longer a pizza place to be banned from so they can be as annoying as they want maybe also make them a killer but idk man its up to you

It took a long time because I retried the ideas several times and by the time I was satisfied I got no more energy to color, mb soups😭🙏

[sebmindbreak]

Hey!! I LOVE YOUR WRITING SOSO MUCH!! But, I do see how quickly you're taking these requests so please be sure to pace yourself. If you still are taking requests, I'd love a Work at a Pizza Place fic (pre Forsaken I suppose). Elliot x Reader who comes in to the restaurant while Elliot is closing the place down and they chat and Elliot's flirting rewards him with a kiss!! Fluffy fluff fluff hehehe

HEHE! YIPPPEE!

ALSO TYTYTY <33 >u<

I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS ONESHOT <3

TITLE : Sweet words

The warm, mouthwatering aroma of garlic, melted cheese, and fresh dough clings heavily to the air, thick with the comforting scent of a long day well spent.

Elliot wipes down the last table with practiced ease, humming a lazy, content tune under his breath. The neon glow of the pizzeria’s sign flickers gently against the windows, painting the floor in soft pinks and reds as he strolls toward the door.

The dinner rush has long come and gone, leaving only the quiet creaks of the old wooden floors and the lingering heat from the ovens.

And then he spots you.

You’re still here.

Standing near the counter, casual and composed, your fingers tapping lightly on the cool laminate. The overhead bulbs bathe you in a soft, golden light, casting your silhouette in a way that makes his heart thud a little harder. Elliot pauses mid-step, lips tugging into an easy, familiar grin.

"Still hangin’ around, huh? Not sick of the place yet?" he teases, his voice full of warmth and curiosity. He flips the door’s lock with a satisfying click, the final punctuation of a long shift.

His gaze doesn’t leave you as he walks back inside, eyebrows quirked in amusement. "Or maybe you’re just hooked on my cooking. I get it my pizza is life-changing."

He strides over with a bit more pep in his step now, playfully tossing the cleaning rag onto the counter like it offended him. The mischief in his eyes grows clearer the closer he gets mischief wrapped in genuine affection.

"Y’know," he murmurs, his voice dipping into a gentler register as he leans on the counter, arms folded, "I swear, every time you come in here, the whole place just lights up. Even my heart melts like the cheese on the pizza."

He chuckles at himself for his CHEESINESS (haha get it ? okay ill stop-), but doesn’t retreat. No, he inches just a little closer, head tilted, gaze steady and admiring.

"You’ve got this... presence. It’s distracting, really. I’m tryin’ to toss dough and sling sauce, but all I can think about is how unfair it is that someone can look that good ordering a pepperoni slice."

And then

A kiss.

Soft, fleeting, but real enough to send a shockwave through his system.

Elliot freezes, stunned, as if the entire world has been knocked sideways. His breath catches in his throat, eyes wide, mouth parted just slightly as he processes what just happened.

Then, slowly, a dazed, lovestruck grin curls across his lips. His cheeks burn a deep crimson brighter than the tomato sauce staining his apron. He lets out a short, breathy laugh, almost like a nervous giggle.

"Okay... wow," he murmurs, almost to himself. "You just yeah, I’m gonna be thinking about that for the rest of my life."

He looks at you like you’ve just rewritten the laws of gravity, like everything he thought he knew about the day just shifted into something sweeter, something softer. His eyes sparkle, still trailing your every movement, a bit breathless.

"Next time, pizza’s on the house. Heck, you could walk in here and ask for the stars, and I’d figure out a way to bake 'em into a calzone."

As he finally turns back toward the closing chores ,stacking trays, wiping counters,his grin never wavers. Not even once.

And yet you were still here , smiling so sweetly at him.

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!! >u<

[technicallyastar]

Can I have a top!reader x bottomelliot content please please pleaseee🥹🥹

Elliot Spectre Spice (NSFW) Minors DNI

Elliot the man you are...

“Fuck—fuck, that’s so good, you’re so good!” Elliot cried. He was a dazed, twitchy mess beneath you, but he still had sense enough to talk so he clearly hadn’t reached his limit yet. Which was fortunate, since you still weren’t satisfied.His thin chest rose and fell with rapid, drowned breaths, sweat glistening on his skin. He’d come three times already and was completely helpless to you still bouncing on his oversensitive cock, but he had a stupid, giddy grin on his face anyway. A line of drool slipped down from his lips, and you wiped it up with a thumb and pushed it back into his mouth. He licked at your thumb, and you pinned his tongue down by closing your fist around his chin.

Elliot arched suddenly, quivered. His watery eyes locked onto yours and you knew he was already close again. His hands groped about your lower body with desperation, kneading your thighs, your ass, and then he bucked up to meet you wildly. One of those pleading strokes hit home and your body fell to spasming pieces along with his.When your muscles finally unclenched, your body tingled with approaching numbness.

Elliot pulled your limp hand from his mouth and kissed his way along all your fingers. Between puffs of hot air, he whispered, “I love you, so, so much.” He moans against your palm when you grind yourself on him one more time, just for good measure, and then raise off of his finally-softening dick.

“I love you more,” you manage with a chuckle, rubbing his sternum soothingly. “Seems a bit unfair that I got off so much more than you, though...” Elliot pouted.

“Hmm... right you are,” you replied. Chest still heaving, he licked his lips and refused too meet your eyes as he asked. “D...Did you want too sit on my face?”

[secretsofsumting]

I can't stop thinking about the cake monster at the lobby

[cannibal-alien]

🍃 and 💐 for Elliot (forsaken) please :D

꒰🎉꒱ 100+ followers event! (closed…)

🍃: “how do they act around you while they’re intoxicated?”

💐: “what made them realize they liked you?”

(💬) 🗣️🗣️🗣️ ELLIOOOTTT!!! put a little pre forsaken in this one. so what’s the difference between a good pizza joke and a bad one? read until the end to find out 😋

elliot doesn’t actually get high very often! just enough to shake the stress off when a shift’s particularly rough for him, especially with that damn kid running around. it was a major relief, but it wasn’t like he was a professional stoner or anything, just a little something on occasion. he’s a big yapper and won’t stop talking your ear off about anything and everything. mainly about you though, and how cool he thinks you are, how awesome your vibe is, also he’s hungry. being drunk is a whole different story though- elliot doesn’t go near that stuff.

the realization that he had a crush on you hit him faster than he’d ever actually admit. elliot was usually up to his neck in work, no time for such distractions, but ever since being forsaken, there was way too much free time on his hands… enough to explore something like that. yeah, he was a little inexperienced when it came to stuff like this, but the way a certain nervousness stirred within his gut, cheeks warming up around you… it was so humiliating- it was just so obvious! and as the cold hard truth sank in, elliot mentally groaned in defeat. he had it so bad for you. hopefully the amount of favoritism-driven pizza slices he kept ‘accidentally’ giving you was good enough of a hint.

answer: a delivery! heeeheehooohoo. haha. ha.

[hanksi]

[bewitched-hours]

HIHI!! A SFW blog how lovely!! I was wondering if you could possibly do some Elliot x GN!Reader where Reader helps Elliot make pizzas for the next rounds?? Little flour on the nose and sweet kisses ehehe.

STOP THAT'S ADORABLE THOUGH- I love getting to do domestic fluff so much o(≧▽≦)o

Reader's Pronouns for this will be They/Them like requested (≧◡≦)

You figured it'd just be a cute gesture to help your boyfriend prepare for the next few rounds.

Making Pizza used to make you nostalgic for your childhood, now it just makes you think about Elliot.

And you were quite proud of your work. He was surprised you were already skilled at making them almost perfectly round without issue but that might've been more of an ego boost for you.

But what was inevitable in these moments was the eventual chaos in the kitchen. Not just from you two making pizza but also from both of you occasionally sneaking a kiss to the other. Wether on the neck, cheek or mouth. It made you smile everytime.

And of course, there was flour everywhere from you two goofing off. No one was allowed in the kitchen when you were working together because of the mess.

Chance once made a comment about it, saying "You two can't keep your hands off each other like you're newlyweds." as if either of you would be embarrassed or ashamed of it.

You weren't even newly in a relationship. The honeymoon phase was supposed to be over after month 3 at the latest but here you were, still acting as loving as ever and spending nearly every 'night' at either his or your cabin.

And matches were always a bit awkward when the killer caught either of you. Usually while you're endlessly praising each other or fighting over who gets to steal the last kiss. You already started using it as a way to get C00lkidd away from you until you were the last two standing.

Now, that didn't mean you were together every round. Elliot was still usually the only healer and you were happy he was still ready to help everyone despite their recklessness at times.

But enough of that, you were still making Pizzas which needed your full attention.

Well, at least half-

"Alright, that should be the last of them." You heard Elliot's satisfied sigh. Sometimes you wondered how you deserved someone so wonderful.

But you had little time to respond, seeing as he practically swiped the pizza you were making when he saw you were done spreading the cheese over it. You wanted to protest but were met with his flour-covered finger booping your nose and couldn't help but chuckle.

And once the pizza was baking, Elliot came back to give you a little kiss of gratitude, making sure to be gentle but passionate about it. "You did great, my love..." His voice still made your heart flutter. Or maybe it was the nickname. You didn't really care which one.

"Now come on, let's clean up and get a well-deserved shower." He chuckled and got out some washcloths for you both to start cleaning the counters.

But all you could think about was how perfect life seemed despite this hell you were both stuck in. At least the Spectre allowed you something nice...

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[yu-shins]

Whenever you have the time for this can we get a x reader with the aliens?

Your art is amazing and I wanna see Alien Chance and Elliot in your style

Take your time and again love ya art <3

:>

Tyy anon for fequested me to draw em! I had fun with their designs :33

Anyway here come da aliens!! >:D

[brain4stew]

Thinking about reader being a “pupeteer” for their chosen killer/survivor, and the killer/survivor can see the reader’s avatar.

Survivors ♡

Chance 🪙

This guy, most likely would be confused, but probably wouldn’t mind you being there at all.

He thinks it’s cool that he can see “you” (avatar), and sometimes tries to talk to “you”…. No answer of course.

Genuinely is spooked when he sees, and knows that “you”’re controlling him in rounds.

He thinks he’s going insane overtime however.

Elliot 🍕

Genuinely confused, and even more worried than he normally would be.

Thinks that “you” (avatar) is an imaginary friend he thought of.

Sometimes just “talks” to “you” (avatar) as some sort of stress relief. (It sometimes helps, but when it doesn’t he’ll just laugh quietly to himself. Convinced he’s going insane.)

A bit thankful that “you”’re there helping him in rounds, but is also still terrified whenever “you” control him.

Guest 1337 🪖

Genuinely thinks “you”’re also an imaginary friend he thought of overtime. (Probably developed plenty of imaginary friends while in war too once or twice.)

Knows he can’t talk to “you” but would really want to. (He actually notices “you”’re following him, and it kind of puts him more on edge.)

He once tried to touch “you”, and the image of your avatar reacted a little at the touch, which kind of actually spooked him.

Shocked whenever “you”’re controlling him, and helping him out in rounds.

007n7 🍔

Thinks that “you” were made from his C00lgui, and immediately checked it. (He later thought “you” were an imaginary friend he made up.)

Would randomly, and rarely (when no other survivors are nearby,) would “talk”, and “vent” to “you”, even though he knows that “you” can’t respond and all that.

Genuinely got spooked when “you” just stood by him and followed him around. (He’s worried he’s going insane.)

Slowly noticed that where he wants to go, isn’t where he’s going, and notices that “you”’re the one controlling and helping him in rounds.

Builderman 🔨

Somehow, he suspects that “you” are a robloxian. (Don’t ask how he somehow knows, I headcanon that the admins and devs of Roblox know abt the robloxians.)

Rarely would inspect your avatar, mainly out of curiosity, and so he could possibly get some sort of ideas.

Actually was shocked when “you” followed him around, and whatnot. (He once saw your avatar dance, and it kind of confirmed his speculations.)

Genuinely very worried whenever he noticed “you”’re controlling him in rounds. Just how on earth can a robloxian, control him?

Shedletsky 🍗🗡️

Not the smartest, but thought “you” were a robloxian after a while. (He legit thought he was going insane at first.)

He once tried feeding “you” a chicken, but it just knocked over your avatar. Which he just… Stared at… (Basically watching your avatar flail around, before standing up almost immediately.)

Once tried to attack “you” with his sword as well, and noticed a health bar over “you”, as your avatar took some damage, and that made him think of “you” as a robloxian.

Legit thought it was cool and also creepy at the same time, whenever “you” were controlling him in rounds and all that.

Noob 🥤👻🪨

They were spooked upon seeing “you”, and actually thought “you” were some sort of spy, or something that helps the killers.

Eventually calmed down, and thought of “you” as some sort of imaginary friend.

Sometimes talks to “you”, even if you don’t respond and can’t hear. They’re just a bit glad they can “talk” to someone in the hell hole they’re in.

They genuinely were more spooked, startled and even terrified, when “you” were controlling them in rounds and helping them…

Two Time 2️⃣ 🕰️

Thought “you” were a ghost, and got curious and interested. (They actually thought that “you” are some sort of spirit that the spawn sent to watch over them.)

They sometime just, look at “you”, and pokes “you”, touches “you” and overall interacts with “you”. (Your avatar sometimes fall over from that, flailing around a bit, before standing up.)

They would thank the spawn for “you” coming to watch over them. And sometimes they just, stare at “you”, almost affectionately.

They noticed that “you”’re controlling them after a few rounds, and that fed their delusional ahh even more…

Taph 💥💣

Genuinely wonders if “you” can set off their tripwire’s and their subspace bomb. (You don’t, since your avatar can’t set off any traps.)

Rarely talks to “you” (emoji’s ofc), mostly about Builderman, but also about how to modify their bomb more.

Once, thought that “you” were a ghost when “you” somehow walked through a wall, and it kind of spooked ‘em. (They got over it after a while.)

Actually once cursed in emoji’s whenever “you” were controlling them in rounds, it felt weird to them.

Dusekkar 🪄(💨⚡️?)

Did not understand what “you” were wearing for a long while, and thought “you” were some imaginary friend he made up after a while. (He asked Builderman and Shedletsky about “you” though…)

Later figured out that “you” are a robloxian, and was actually a little bit excited and curious. (Mainly because of the clothes on the market and etc, etc.)

Was a bit spooked by “you” following him, like one of the pizza deliveries, or the minions of 1x4. But eventually relaxed after knowing “you” can’t even hurt anyone or anything.

Thankful, but… Also frustrated and terrified whenever “you”’re controlling hum in rounds.

Killers ☆

1x1x1x1 💚⚔️🖤

This, being of hatred… Hates “you”. He knows exactly what “you” are, and despises it. (They know that you’re a robloxian, due to Shedletsky knowing that, and all that bs.)

She wonders if “you” can be able to be attacked, damaged, and seen by the others. (They did attack “you” once, and actually regretted it for some reason. Because they saw your avatar flail a bit from accidentally getting knocked over from his attack, before standing up again.)

Randomly tries to “hug you”, but most of the time they either phase through “you”, or she manages to “hug you”, and accidentally makes your avatar flail a bit. (IN SECRET OFC, there’s no way he’d let the other killers see her being a bit soft.)

They genuinely were annoyed by “you” whenever “you”’re controlling her in rounds. But he’s also thankful for whenever “you” win for them.

John Doe 🖤0️⃣1️⃣❤️

More confused than he was before. Who are “you”? What are “you”? What can “you” do? Are “you” a ghost or something?

His corruption prevents him from actually knowing who “you” are and all of that. (Even if he asked the other killers, he’d forget about the information in about a minute.)

Accidentally gave “you” the corruption effect once, and became a bit worried. (Thankfully the corruption doesn’t last long, but it still made him worry a bit.)

Genuinely more confused whenever “you” control him, especially if you put the ‘Yourself’ skin on him. Genuinely wonders if “you” actually like killing survivors, and other robloxians…

Jason 🔪🪚

Confused. Even his mother is confused, but the both decided to just, let “you” be.

Once accidentally gave “you” bleeding, and actually panicked a bit. His mother tried to calm him down, but even she was panicking a bit. (When they saw your avatar was alright, they were practically sighing in relief.)

Once saw “you” flail around on the ground for a while, and get flung for a bit, before standing up, as if nothing happened. (It destroyed his way of thinking, even his mothers way of thinking was destroyed too.)

Spooked whenever “you” control him, and so is his mother, when she notices that her son isn’t controlling his own movements. But they’re both happy whenever “you” make Jason win.

Mafioso 🐰

Genuinely found “you” interesting, and actually wondered if “you” are like his boss, Eunoia.

One of his guys somehow accidentally put “you” on fire, and it spooked his other guys, and even him. (Your avatar was fine after a while, but it still spooked them.)

Actually saw “you” get flung at one point, watching “you” flail a bit, before standing up. (He found it a bit hilarious, but also got a bit worried.)

Genuinely thinks “you”’re someone that can posses him, and use him in rounds, which scares him a bit, but also scares his guys a lot. (They eventually all adapted to it however.)

C00lkidd 🧱

He actually was excited upon seeing “you”, thinking he finally has a friend to play with!

Was disappointed whenever he can’t really play with “you”. But, he killed “you” once on accident, and saw “you” either, collapse like the survivors, or explode. (Like when you reset your avatar in the lobby.) And it spooked him a bit.

He thinks of “you” as an imaginary friend, even though he doesn’t exactly know what imaginary means completely, he likes “you” still! Well… Until…

He’s genuinely scared, confused and downright hates it whenever “you” control him in rounds… LET HIM HAVE HIS FUN!!

Noli 👾

He probably knows who “you” are, but eventually forgot about “you”. And now thinks of “you” as some sort of ‘npc’ he made for himself, whenever he wants to talk with someone other than the other killers.

He rambles to “you” about every rounds he’s been in, even though “you” can’t hear it, he’s still glad he can ramble on and on to “you”.

(Prob ooc;) Whenever he’s too bored, or too tired, he’ll hug “you” and just, hold “you” in his grasp. (Whilst your avatar flails a bit, due to the collision- ik that roblox avatars don’t have that in the lobby.)

I think he’d be excited and happy whenever “you” control him, and makes him win. It makes him feel like he accomplishes things more quicker.

Azure 🪻

They dislike “you”, or hate “you”. No in between. Don’t get them wrong, it’s because they can’t trust “you” yet, completely. (Due to their past.)

After a while, they’ll gradually trust “you”, slowly but surely. I have a feeling that they’ll enjoy being near “you”, or in “your” presence sometimes.

Whenever they’re too bored, and trust “you” enough, they’ll probably use their tendrils, to wrap them around “you” and watch “you” flail around. It makes them laugh, they find it pretty amusing to say the least.

They’re confused and don’t really know if they can trust “you” with controlling them. But whenever they see that “you” make them kill Two Time, and give them wins… Then dang, color them surprised, they enjoy it.

Guest 666 👹

Probably confused about who and what “you” are. But doesn’t really care or mind it. “You” remind him of Noob, and it makes him a bit happy.

He’ll probably get exhausted at some points, and will probably, and I mean PROBABLY, drag “you” with him by his tail, before curling up around “you”. Like some sort of dog, or something. (Idk, an animal that does that at least-) and rests there, enjoying the peace he has with “you” there.

He occasionally pokes “you”, seeing “you” fall over and flail a bit, before standing up again. He rarely does this, but, he rarely whacks “you” away on accident with his tail, and he gets a bit saddened at that. (Cue his horns in his trailers going down, with a frown on his face.) He watches as “you” flail a bit, before standing and going towards him again, and just staying by him. (He’s happy and glad about that.)

Genuinely confused, yet also excited whenever “you” control him in rounds. He can tell that “you” hesitate for a few seconds on killing Noob, before “you” eventually make him do it. (He sees how “you” just stand still for a while, after hearing what he said when he killed Noob. He assumes that “you” are sad about what he said…)

(I’m tired y’all. 😞💔)

[olivia0926]

This is how I see Pre-corrupt Eternal Sugar!Reader x Elliot btw :

Damn I misspell Goddess to Godness 💔

[dailydoseoffanfics]

hiii ihaiiiii hiiihihiiiiiii your number one fan has a question 👁👁👁 could reader possibly interact with characters via theeee uhhhh the mouse arrow thingy (i forgot how its called)

its like yk how u see smth cute in a game and you just kinda pet them with that thing ^^^^^^ would characters feel that??

HIIIIIII :33333333

I think I know what you're talking about !!!!

So, personally, I don't think they will feel your cursor (bummer ik 💔) HOWEVER, THERE'S ALWAYS WISHFUL THINKING......

The thing is, the survivors won't see your cursor, but you do. The survivors are gonna wonder who is poking them, and they'll just. Agree. That it's just you being...you. (All of them secretly love it though...Like..please give them more headpats WHO SAID THAT.)

heheheuuuueheh....I can already see Noob, Elliot, Two Time, 007n7 and Chance being the most bashful about it... Noob will get all shy and hold their arm for a bit, but they're looking forward to more of your touches (touch-starved moment), Elliot's face is burning (metaphorically) and his face is like a tomato, as he bites the inside of his cheek and lets out a little giggle at you giving him a headpat with your cursor, Two Time having a loopey grin as their tail wags a...bit too fast. 007n7's another one of the touch-starved people, he likes interacting with you, as he has a small smile on his face when you boop him. Chance will scratch their neck as he tries to shield his blushing face from your view.

Shedletsky thinks this is just you being playful with him, and he's loving it. He lets out a laugh everytime you give him headpats or a boop. You're quite cheeky, aren't cha?

Man, you really do know how to amuse Builderman. He's gonna have a little smirk on his face.

Guest 1337 just finds you....endearing. He feels his worries and stress wash away just by feeling your touch.