Not technically a request, but something @localcryingb took interest in! Kinda like how this one came out tbh- even if Elliot's a little more nervous than I intended-
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Elliot uses He/She pronouns! From Work At A Pizza Place and is built around that world, but feel free to imagine any other variant of Elliot!
Reader uses They/Them, no name used, I do my best to ensure ambiguity. Reader works as a Supplier.
Crushing, Work place relationship, Love at First Sight(?)
Art by; I'm assuming Dued1 since it's an official render(?) & REDDOMNESS
correct me if I'm so wrong-
Tick, tick, tick, tick....
The monotonous drone of the clock mounted on the wall of the warehouse has been driving you insane. Better than silence but still awful.
Today has been underwhelming.
Your lazy co-worker called in sick, so a trainee filled in their shoes and actually did their work before you clocked in for the day.
Since then, you've had nothing to do because the pizzeria hasn't really needed anything since this morning. Sure, you could restock the one can of tomato sauce they've used, but you'd just be overstocking them.
Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration, they've been using the products, it just hasn’t been reasonable to try and restock anything.
your attention was drawn from your thoughts to the board of supply counter, your eyes squint, fighting against the fluorescent lights to read the number, and to your surprise, they were low on soda.
Finally! Something to do. Yes it's like, the afternoon, almost nightfall, but it couldn't hurt to make a delivery. You needed something to do or you'd go stir crazy.
Pushing yourself off the box you sat on, snagging the truck keys lanyard from the wall, you marched over to the buttons on the floor. Stepping on the matching soda icon a few times, hearing the cluttering of them being moved from storage to pick-up behind you.
When you deemed the amount good, you made your way to them, taking a quick crouch and hoisting them up, and heading down that small flight of stairs to settle your goods in the truck. It didn't take many trips up and down, thankfully.
When finished loading, you came round to the front, stepping up and into the driver's seat. Seatbelt engaged! The engine roars to life, and you begin your journey across town. Thank God this island was small.
One of the best things about working so late was the right to the radio. You had your preference of tunes the whole trip through! So it wasn't totally boring, in comparison to the warehouse anyway.
Not like it was a long trip. Again, small island. So you only made it through half a song before seeing Builder Brothers Pizzaria come into your field of view. A charming brick building.
You couldn't help but eye the garage door. You know it's a motion detector, but you can't help but worry you're going to ram into it before it can fully open and break it. Digging into weeks' worth of paychecks.
It won't be happening today, though, as you turned your truck and backed into the delivery bay.
Stepping out, you make your way around to the back, opening its trunk and pulling down the lever to force your goods from the truck and onto the conveyor belt.
Place reeks of tomato and flour.. to be expected and you've been through this enough to know and adjust, but sometimes it's an assault to your nostrils.
If it hadn't been so loud, and you weren't so deep in thought, you probably would've noticed the door creaking. Would've greeted the approaching footsteps. It wasn't until they called out to you that you'd noticed someone was in the loading bay with you.
"Hey, um.. hello?" A bit soft spoken, nervous, but you heard them. Once the last box was out, you turned your head and were greeted with the employee of the month.. how many months in a row was this now? Elliot Builder.
He cleared his throat, adjusting the coat over himself. She must be getting ready to head out for the day. "You're typically the one on this shift, right?" You nod.
"Great! Uh, just.. wanted to thank you. The chefs have been talking about you a lot- all good things!-" She gestured with his hands for a moment, trying to figure out how to phrase it. "You're the only one that gets them their supplies on schedule. They really appreciate it and asked me to carry over the message. They were too busy to do it themselves."
Unknown to you both, it was a tiny lie told by the chefs to get Elliot to talk to you properly. Elliot has seen you around when coming back or going out on deliveries, and she's never had the courage to walk up and say hello.
It was certainly nice either way.
You smile "Well, that was kind of them. Tell them I said 'thank you'. Same to you.. Elliot, right?" You asked over your shoulder as you began shutting the truck.
Elliot nodded swiftly, a little wide eyed for a second, little surprised but it should've been expected really. It was pretty common and easily accessible knowledge. "YES- yeah, I'm Elliot. You are..?"
When you gave your name Elliot seemed to relax, mouthing your name as if to test how it felt to say before saying it with more confidence. "Of course!" He seemed a little rejuvenated.
Walking back around, you were no longer obscured by the walkway, so Elliot could get a proper gander of you, and she couldn't help the heat crawling up his neck. "Did you need anything else, Elli?" The sudden nickname was NOT helping!
"Well- no- but uhm-" He fidgeted with her coats lining. "Do.. you work tomorrow?"
"All week, excluding business days. You?"
"Same. My work hours are in the morning." She glanced between you and the logo on your truck, seemingly struck with an idea. "Maybe.. at the end of my shift, I could pay the warehouse a visit?" He offered.
It was strange to hear someone wanting to go over there. "I mean, it's pretty boring. You sure?"
"Absolutely! I don't mind! I do need to know how all this stuff works, so.." Right. She is the heir to the business.
"Well, in that case.." He gave you an odd look as you crossed the distance, plucking your hard hat off your head and setting it over her eyes. "You'll need the proper gear."
Elliot pushed it up with his index, "But what about you?"
"Keep it. The warehouse has plenty." You hand waved her concern.
She couldn't help but gawk for a moment before a dumb smile split her face. "Right, of course. Thank you.." to think you'd be concerned about his safety was a nice thought. Even though it was probably just your responsibility. Still, his face burned all the more.
"See you then?" He couldn't help the hopefulness carried like song through his tone. Cringing at how desperate it came across.
You snickered, climbing back into the cabin of your truck. "See you then."
[── .✦ Elliot X usually very affectionate reader who’s upset and didn’t give any affection.]
[Comfort, fluff, I read goobstars hcs on this trope and now I need to find out what happens they stop and I wanna write more pizza man, this is also short.]
── .✦ You just felt AWFUL, rounds were a pain to deal with you got rounds back to back. Even the deaths felt even more painful this time.
Elliot, your beloved partner, had walked up to you by the end of the day, expecting for you to smother him in love and dot on him like usual, but you didn’t.
Your brain was fried. Every last drop of exhaustion in the day basically made you look at him, wave and go to your cabin, slam the door and just lay on your bed.
Sadly, you couldn’t immediately pass out, the fear and adrenaline in your body hadn’t even completely gone and the guilt of not even squeezing Elliot’s hand was starting to get to you, but you didn’t even have time to think about that before he walked in, concern and empathy painted on his face.
He immediately saw the look on your face, you really were an open book when it came to him huh?
Elliot would approach, cautious and caring before you grabbed him down onto the bed with you, the feeling of his body against yours after hours of it felt so nice.
You felt your body melt into him for the firsts time as he started to run fingers through your hair, no one said anything. You didn’t have to.
Not when you could hear his heartbeat, you felt your eyelids get heavy with exhaustion as you mumbled a quiet “I love you…” before slumping against him.
Stardew valley Elliott with ꒰ 10 ꒱ “i can’t sleep either. mind if i join you?” ꒰ S ꒱ exhaustion ꒰ 𓅨 ꒱ a spare bedroom
Valentine's Prompts Day 2
Learning Together
TW: sharing bed, kiss
Masterlist
You hadn't been married long, and sleeping in bed together was still new. Some nights you found it difficult to fall asleep next to Elliot. Through no fault of his own, it was just strange. You silently slip out of bed, making a cup of tea, and sitting on the bed in the spare room. You should've been tired, spring had sprung and it was busy on the farm. Your feet, hands, arms, and back ache. You flop backwards on the bed, setting your mug down, hoping to fall asleep, but it's no use.
You hear a light knock on the door frame, “I can’t sleep either… mind if I join you?”
“No, come on in.” You sit up quickly, scooting to make space on the small bed.
“Normally,” Elliot shared, “I write when I can't sleep, but I noticed you get up and… thought I'd spend time with you.”
You smile softly at him, “I appreciate it.”
“What's keeping you up?”
Elliot turns to face you, brushing hair from your face. He looked tired, but still wide awake. Your heart rate spikes as his fingers follow your jaw. His touch was feather-like, making goosebumps form on your arms.
“Aches and pains from the farm.” You finally mumble out.
He hums, pushing you to face away from him. You attempt to protest, but his fingers press into the muscles on your shoulders making you hiss in pain. He moves away from your neck and massages your shoulder blades. The warmth in his hands seems to soothe the ache of loosening muscles. Slowly, your body relaxed under his touch, letting him relieve places your body tried to prevent. By the time he's finished, you can feel sleep trying to take over.
“Maybe I should do this every night?” He offers. You merely nod in response, “Goodnight, love.”
Elliot presses a soft kiss to your temple before heading to bed himself. It doesn't take long for sleep to take over. In the morning, your body feels looser and you seem to have more energy.
Hiyaa!! This is my frist time making a reuqest on any1s page cuz im scared ima get smited sobsobsob
I was wondering if a Waapp Elliot x Gn!reader that has anger issues or they cant control their emotions well
[Idk if you do hcs sobsob]
I wanna see how my king/silly deals with the troubled being
If not another option is Waapp Elliot x Gn!reader who works at a minimum wage job
Please dont throw tomatos at me
Tomatoes
Then consider my tomatoes politely placed in your hand- But you're okay!! I don't bite >:3c Thank you for the request and interest!! <3 sorry for the wait- life got super busy and my cycles begun so ima just get this one outta the wood works while I can lol-
I'll do you one better- you get both prompts in one.
I can do headcanons yeah!! :J I'll attach it to the bottom of the fic!
Art by; Marci Multifandom & xenonpurpules
also sure Tumblr, just break my formatting- I don't even care</3
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Elliot uses He/She. Upon request, specifically Elliot from WAAPP.
Reader uses They/Them. I do my best to remain ambiguous. Reader works as a Cashier.
Crushing, yapper x listener dynamic, customer service jumpscare raah!! Reader is attempted to be written with a temper, but I'm very new to this so I sincerely apologize if it isn't up to standard! Note that they're not really the tantrum kind, just emotionally charged quicker than most people. Their temper is internal.
You wanted to tear out your hair.
Great sign of a wonderful shift.
Punching, and I mean hammering, in the order of the customer who's already left to sit down.
You couldn't help how quickly you ripped the apron from your person and sped-walked your way to the employee's break room. Gently shutting the door behind you, as you weren't about to pay for anything that might break.
Using your mandated lunch break to hang your head in your hands and let out a muffled groan. Dragging yourself to the countertop, swinging the mini fridges door almost off its hinges and snag a beverage.
Tturning on your heel to sit on the couch, you're met with Elliot Builder. Who only offered you an awkward smile. Had he been here this whole time? His eyes must've been following you around the room until you noticed her.
She didn't speak but she did pat the spot next to her, letting you know you were still welcome here, even if you're grouchy.
Had it been anyone else, you'd rather go outside and risk smoke inhalation from resident addicts.
But it was Elliot..
Huffing, you flopped onto the spot beside him. Glaring daggers into the wall as you slouched. Knees supporting your elbows. He looked between you and the room for a bit before meekly asking "Did you- um.. Want to talk about it?"
And although their inquiry was nervous, you could hear the genuine concern leveled beneath it. Your mouth moved on its own. "This man came up and had ordered no tomato sauce because his son was allergic, supposedly."
Elliot nodded.
"So I had it replaced with marinara sauce, standard protocol. Only for him to come back and start yelling at me for serving him something so disgusting." You'd whined the last word, mocking him. "So I had offered to remake his pizza without any sauce, as we don't serve any other alternatives, and this GROWN ASS MAN- tries to make me give him a refund. Wanting his money back.. for a whole new pizza."
Arms flung all about as you talked animatedly about the customer. Something Elliot couldn't help but admire. You were passionate, even if you were pissed, your conviction was contagious. His eyes watching you, listening despite how palpable your irritance is.
"He kept arguing with me- I wanted to rip out his tongue. The absolute gall to be that inconsiderate and entitled to an employee barely scrapping by is beyond me and, frankly, disgusting."
She hummed in agreement, "I think it was incredibly unfair of him to be so inconsiderate of your time and efforts. You dont deserve to be treated like that. Do you want to try calling the day here? I could pull some strings with dad and see if he'll let you off for the day."
You blinked. That was.. an incredibly kind offer from him. Seeing as she doesn't like pulling the 'son of the owner' card to often, if ever, as he wants to be her own person.
"No - no, there's no need for all that. I'd rather grit my teeth and bare six hours of minimum wage" You couldn't help but sneer. "than push you to do something so uncomfortable for you.. That and I need the money."
He sat up to shake his head, sliding his hand to envelope your own. Not grabbing, just.. touching. "How could I be uncomfortable? It helps you. There's nothing more important than that to me."
It was difficult to tell if the redness in your face was rage or fluster, but the gentle, noninvasive touch made you feel.. supported. Her genuine desire to listen and be there, a presence, made your heart squeeze. Which was slightly uncomfortable, but it didn't feel.. bad.
You hardly noticed when those fumes of frustration were doused.
"If not a day off.." He spoke, cutting the silence. "We could always hang out after. It doesn't have to be anything insane. We can just rest. Assuming you want company."
You'd avert your eyes for a moment, as both a way to refocus your thoughts, but also to check to make sure no one planned on intruding. "I wouldn't mind, really. Though I'd probably just.. konk out after I get home."
Which earned you a snicker, "Fair enough."
Both of you took a moment to marinate in the silence. Mulling over where to go from here. Should you leave? Was Elliot done worrying or..?Well, even if he wasn't, you did have to get back to work here soon.. but not yet.
"Thanks. For this.. sorry for being so snippy.."
"Huh? Oh! No, not at all! I'm glad you're feeling a little better. Even remotely. I'll always be here if you need me."
You let out a long sigh as you slid across the back of the couch to rest your cheek against his shoulder. Relaxing yourself into her, trying to clear your mind of all that ails you. Which caused him to tense up but she wouldn't dare move now that you're so close. He didn't want to scare you away.
He only loosened up when you elbowed him, complaining she was to stiff. Apologizing briefly for the discomfort.
The both of you stayed there for a while. Enjoying one another's presence.
Headcanons;
She's a listening type. Let's you vent and express your feelings openly and sympathizes with them. He doesn't view thoughts or feelings as evil. It's okay if you're a little wild or even crude during your vents. She'll still view you the same.
Willing to bend over backwards to brighten your day, not out of obligation, but because it makes them sad to see you upset.
Is it a surprise to say he loves quality time? He was taught being there was one of the best things you can do for both yourself and others. It's okay if you came up short, you still showed up and tried.
She's more then willing to adapt to your love languages. Physical touch? Scoot closer. Gift giving? Her treat. Words of affirmation? You'll be here a while. She doesn't mind, so long as you're happy.
Very forgiving to a fault. Even if you were the type to lash out, given time, he could find it in himself to forgive you. And even then, he doesn't want you hurt or sad. You're important to him.
It doesn't matter what's upsetting you to her, you're frustrated and thats reason enough. There's nothing to be ashamed about around Elliot. She will love and care for you either way.
If anything, I'd say Elliot would like a spitfire. Keeps things interesting. Can't have a dull moment if your partners got more emotions than a storm cloud. She's into it. That and his life is lived rather quickly. Best to have someone honest with their feelings.
Understands the pressures of life and wants to make you feel as secure in yourself and your feelings as possible.
