Hey! Could I request Elliot from stardew valley with a chubby enby reader? I don’t have a specific idea in mind, but maybe him trying romance them and they think he’s just being a sweet friend because no one’s ever shown a particular interest in them? And eventually hen like grabs their face and (oh so gently and elegantly) forces them to realize he’s not “just being nice”
Sorry if that isn’t well worded, I am high as shit rn but thank you for considering this ♥️ you’re amazing
LMAO you’re alright! I wrote these as headcanons because of course I did I’m silly.
Warnings: mentions of insecurity, small talks on body, etc. elliott isn’t sure if your gender lmao. also it’s really long?
Upon arriving in Pelican Town, you were quite literally the talk of the town. They hadn’t seen a new person in years move in, so the others were keen on giving their greetings to you along with small house warming gifts. Elliott was no different in this regard- the only difference was his hesitation to approach you on his own.
When you met him, you had bumped into him after leaving the pier. It was early, you had the scent of bait on you… you certainly weren’t your most graceful self. But Elliott didn’t bat an eye, instead introducing himself and said how he wished the two of you met sooner- you had been in town for about a week or so now. He took your hand gently, placing an apple in the palm of it and told you how he hopes the two of you cross paths again- and how he hopes you enjoy the life you’ve started here in the valley. Elegant, sweet, and gentle his words were.
But it was very much a played up act. He had no idea how to act, he was so unbelievably charmed by you from the second he laid his eyes on you. it wasn’t even that you did much to catch his eye, it was how the light hit your eyes and the way you carried yourself that seemed to catch him so off guard. That apple was his breakfast, he had absolutely no intention of giving it away that morning. Long after you had headed home from the pier, he had sat on the dock completely frazzled as he tried to figure out what fuse within him just blew… without breakfast.
Elliott’s sexuality was always up in the air to him, but seeing you confirmed to himself he wasn’t really sure he cared what gender his partner was. This was partially because he wasn’t fully sure how you identified upon looking at you.
With such a flustered first impression, it was no surprise to anyone when he fell head over heals for you.
Your selfless nature fed his infatuation with him. Gifts of pomegranate wine and home made crab cakes made his hopeless romantic heart swell at the thought of you. He hardly even remembered the time he told you how he loved pomegranates, but the fact that you remembered… it made him so love sick it hurt. He treasured every little thing he received from you, writing sappy entries to his journal every time he received anything from you.
Without trying, you played his heart strings like a harp into the most beautiful of melodies.
Elliott couldn’t sit idly as you did so much to make him feel so strongly about you. Under the guise that you were certainly trying to romance him, he began his own advances.
Unfortunately… you were uh……
He’d never say so out loud, no. But your innocent lack of acknowledgement of his clearly romantic advances frustrated him, yet still somehow made him even more infatuated with you.
Being in such a small town, being such the recluse he is, he has no intentions of letting his feelings for you go to waste. Hardly ever did he want others close to him or within his space. Until you. You were so much different to him, such a precious soul. He had full intention to sweep you off your feet.
But… how is it you were able to read his entire romance novel he explicitly said you inspired him to write and see it as platonic…?
And when the flower dance came, how is it you read that as a simple dance between two friends? even with how close you two were? Elliott to this day is still dazed by it, how did you not read the intense feelings behind it all?
Or when the dance of the moonlight jellies came, how is it that you never mentioned the hand Elliott gently placed on your waist? do you have any idea how much he had to hype himself up for that?!
As much as he adored you, you drove him insane.
A short period of time passes where Elliott is hurt, genuinely hurt. He didn’t understand how you did all the little things that made him fuzzy inside without meaning it romantically. Were you just being friendly? Did Elliott misread this entire dynamic between the two of you? Even if so, that doesn’t solve the feelings that Elliott’s developed… and something had to be done.
A late night laying in bed, staring at his ceiling as he was thinking brought him to the conclusion that you must not realize what you’re doing to him, and not realize what he feels for you… despite how glaringly obvious it was.
He eventually came to terms with the fact he would have to be entirely honest and up front. No fancy tricks, no gentle gestures to suggest he likes you, just a genuine confession.
and so he had asked you to meet him at the pier you two first met at one night.
Before you arrived, he paced thinking about what he’d say. He knew he had to be forward with you, but he didn’t want to word it in a way that makes you feel like you owe him anything. You didn’t. this wasn’t a confession to make anything official between the two of you, this was to clear Elliott’s conscious. Besides… Elliott is under the impression you likely don’t feel the same.
When you arrive, Elliot greets you kindly as he asks how your day was and all that sort as you sat at the edge of the pier, looking out at the gem sea. Just hearing you speak eased his nerves, even if it’s you talking about how you had to wrestle your cattle back into their barn one night.
When Elliott changed the topic, his face visibly dropped a little. He’d gotten to a point of feeling guilty for how he felt for you if you most certainly hadn’t felt the same.
“Farmer, I… I wanted to tell you that I have feelings for you.” He spoke lowly and avoided your eyes as he said it, his hand fiddling with his sleeve nervously.
Watching you perk up and speak filled him with hope just for a second.
“oh, I’ve got all sorts of feelings for you too man- you’re one of my best friends and I really treasure our friendship! I never really had friends in the city-”
No way. no actual fucking way that just flew over your head.
He placed a hand on your shoulder with a ‘pat’, stopping your ramble immediately. He deadpanned at you- not as if he was upset or anything, he was… amazed. bewildered, really.
“[Y/N], I am romantically attracted to you.”
He watched your face as you processed his words, your face flushing red as you reach the conclusion Elliott has desperately been trying to lead you to.
Seeing as you clearly understood now, Elliott’s face softened as he went to speak.
“I-I have those… those feelings for you too.” You cut him off before he could even begin.
You continued on, explaining that you didn’t exactly expect him to like him like that because you never exactly got much attention from those in the city. You explained you were sure he had to just be being friendly, as you said ‘there’s always someone more attractive, more elegant, skinnier, you know.’
But Elliott didn’t know. Was the city really so cruel to one’s image of themself? He hardly visited often, and sure he felt a bit out of place while he was there. Seeing as you were someone who lived there, surely living with that feeling of being out of place was unbearable. Never for a second did he doubt you were someone who was beautiful, did those in the city disagree? … how?
Elliott was quiet for a moment as he processed everything. Sure, you felt the same, but he can be happy about that in a second.
“I never once thought of you as anything else besides beautiful.” He finally mutters. He watches you fluster at the comment, but before you could cover your face with your hands he takes them gently.
“I-, I really mean it. I had no idea you had such a cruel view of yourself, I can’t imagine thinking so negatively of you. I’m sorry if it’s overwhelming to hear, but you’re… uh-” He mentally fumbles for a second, looking back up at you from your hands. “I realize I never asked- then again it never came up- uh, do you have a preference as to what you’re called? pretty? handsome?” He smiles sheepishly.
Hearing you laugh at his fumbling is worth it, though.
The night ends with the two of you chatting about Elliott’s prior clear signs of romantic feelings and your own density to them. it’s light hearted, of course, Elliott holds no real disdain for you.
The world feels a little lighter on Elliott’s shoulder now, and he feels a little warmer inside. Especially as you take his hand, intertwining your fingers with his.
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