#lee!elliot

Hey so im back! (Somewhat bear with me lol)

Sorry for the long hiatus, ive been working through a lot and while the ask game will return soon all i ask is for some more time while my vacation ends and i can get back to the swing of things

Sorry also for the personal talk lol

BTW HERE SOME DOODLES OF MY FAV GAMES HELL YEAH (and some requests cause why not)

YEAHH THATS ITT BYEEE HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS <33

Oh yeah actual forsaken designs too because uh. Yeah I can do that too

Don’t feel pressured, I’m just enthusiastic :p

Take care of yourself ya saint, stay HYDRATED.

art + drabble thing i made as a sequel to this fic, as requested!! :) ive been lacking WAYY Too much lately. also i put kinda. extra effort into this... pls likensub scribe guyss,

(content is sfw tickling! don't like it = scroll!)

ler!007n7, lee!elliot

additional TW: (mild) restraints

--

The sun’s warm colors painted Elliot’s spring toned figure an even deeper shade. He appreciated the summers, where getting out from work meant getting to see the light fall in the west and cooling mellow winds, not pitch-black drives home. The tip of the island was the best place to–

“Enjoying the sunset, pizza boy?”

Elliot slouched a bit in his uniform.

“Can’t say it isn’t pretty. Prefer my terrifying red color, though.”

A vague shooing motion. “Which you’re not allowed to make happen here anymore. Remember? Go away.”

Hii yes also thank u all for the overwhelming support on my first art post where did you guys even come from-

—------------------------------------------------------------Fandom: Forsaken

Characters: Lee!Elliot, Ler!Chance

Word Count: 1359

⚠️THIS IS A TICKLE FIC SO IF YOU DONT WANNA SEE THAT YOU HAVE BEEN RANDO WARNED⚠️

—------------------------------------------------------------

The night was cold and dark, and the survivors had gotten back to the cabin safely. Many of them were tired out, opting to rest and recoup on the couch- But a certain gambler and pizza delivery guy were taking their much needed break time upstairs in the small library nook, watching tv while sitting on the comfy beanbags! It had been a crazy run, with chance almost messing up his coin flips and shots, and Elliot throwing so many missed pizza’s he’s not sure how much food went to waste. But most importantly now they were safe and they were alive. 

“Soo…You ever wonder if the killers eat your pizzas when one of the others doesn’t go for it? Or does it just…Go cold and moldy?” Chance asks absentmindedly, to which his boyfriend shrugged. 

“I don’t think they can eat em actually- I mean, if they could it probably would suck for us cause it would give ‘em health…” He mumbled, leaning forward slightly toward the gambler as he spoke up..

“Well it isn’t like they lose health like at all man- I mean have you seen em?! I fired a shot at Don and he just stood there and then kept walking! It’s so unfair!” Chance huffed, deflating into his beanbag. Elliot gave a nervous smile, looking away. 

“I’ll pretend like it isn’t concerning that you know the mafia personally just don’t lead him to me next round okay? I don’t have a death wish.” Chance snickered at that, rolling his eyes. He’d never do that…To Elliot anyways- Look sometimes his luck is really bad and his health's low and he needs a little help! Not his fault he’s being targeted by mafioso every time he’s the killer!

“I promise Elli, I’d never do that, swear on my life!”

“Yeah, you say that but you almost died last round so I dunno how solid that statement is~”

“Key word ‘almost’! You were just around the corner and I know I can always count on our good local pizza guy!” That made Elliot smile a little softer, his voice low.

“Hah, you think so..? I missed my targets a lot last round and sometimes people didn’t even pick up the pizza…Is it my recipe?” His smile began to fall. “I feel like I don’t do enough compared to you guys I mean I just throw a pizza and run! I’m such a coward- HYEEEHEE-! Chance!” Elliots cheeks reddened as he felt two hands squeeze his sides, making him jump and snap his head around to face the smug man sitting beside him, a smirk now on his face.

“Snap out of it Elliot! Like I said you saved me last round! Don’t go moping about how you don’t do enough when half of us would be gone without you.”

“But I- Eehehe- Hey!” Another squeeze. Elliot was getting flustered now- If only that damn gambler wasn’t so persistent!

“I said stop moping! But since you got wax in your ears or something I guess I gotta remind you of how awesome you are!” He pounced suddenly, jumping onto his boyfriend as his hands immediately found his hips and he began to dig his thumbs in gently. Elliot let out an uncharacteristic squeal, bursting into giggles. 

“Chahahance- Wahait- Hyahahaha!” Elliot squirmed under him, his hands finding Chance's wrists- But he didn’t completely try to shove him away- which the other took as a sign to continue as his smirk softened slightly into a fond smile.

“Y’know Elli- You’re such a kind and caring teammate…You’re always here to help if we’re low on stats or hurt..If I asked around, the others would probably agree!” Chance complimented him, now moving his fingers to spider across his lower ribs.

“Buhuhut- But I ruhun awahaaAHAy!” Elliot tried to deny, but he was interrupted by his own giggling, a wobbly smile forming on his face.

“And you aren’t the only one who does… Oh and there’s that sweet smile you always give everyone! Sooo cute~ I mean just look at’cha- You could light up the whole Cabin with that!” 

“Nohoho- Shuhut uhup!” Elliot blushed even brighter, almost the same shade as his shirt!

“Hey! Don’t tell me to shut up or I’ll bring out the big guns~!” Chance switches to gently scribbling at Elliot's stomach, making him toss his head back with a squeal.

“CHAHAHANCE! Hehehehaha- Stahahap!” Chance only smiles wider, grinning down at him.

“Y’know you say you want me to stop but you aren’t pushing me away~! In fact you seem to be pulling me closer..Are you having fun Elli~?” He coos, no malice or mockery in his tone surprisingly, only fondness with a hint of teasing. Elliot could only giggle in response, turning his head away to try and hide his growing flustered redness and smile. But chance took that as an opening, because if there's one thing he knew from his gambling days? Always take your chances- And also cause it was literally his name. He quickly swooped his head down and began peppering tiny ticklish kisses all over Elliot’s neck, which pulled squeaky breathless giggles out of him.

“Eeehehe- Chahance-! Hehehehaha-!” The buildermans ears and neck were now completely red too, his smile practically splitting his face in two.

“Awwww~! See how loved you are Elli? No one here would ever think badly of you- I know I don’t~!” Chance continued to gently kiss all over his neck and ears, making poor Elliot a flustered, squeaky puddle underneath him as he opted to sink into his beanbag. 

“Buhuhut I’m nohot as spehehecial as you guhuys!” That made Chance pause.

“Who said anything about specialty?” The gambler retorted, stopping the kisses to gently nuzzle his cheek. “Listen- We care about you- I care! And you are just as special and important as all of us..Like I said before, you save so many of us all the time- I almost died out there how many times now? And what kept me alive? You and your damn pizzas…I’m here cause of you. And I’ll stick around because you light up my world with the exact look you’re giving me right now~” Elliot took in much needed air, looking up at him with slightly nervous eyes.

“You really mean that?”

“Of course…! Would I lie to you~?” He grins. The pizza man sighs, then decides to be a bit playful.

“Ehh I dunno! I think you might sometimes~” He joked, to which his boyfriend gasped in mock shock.

“Really? You say that after I pour my heart out to you? I’m shattered!” He puts a hand on his heart, acting like he was just shot, before he gently grasps the hem of Elliot’s shirt. “Fine..You wanna play that game~? Alright, I warned ya about the big guns didn’t I~?” Elliot's heart drops with giddy fear. 

“W- Whaha?” He was already giggling in anticipation, making Chance’s smirk soften. 

“You heard me Ells!” He gently lifted the fabric up, smiling.

“Noho-! Chahance wait- Waitwaitwait-!” He giggled frantically. 

“Wait..? Why? You know Elliot, 95% of gamblers quit before the win big~” He slowly leaned down. “But I’m part of the 5% that goes for the Jackpot~!” And with that he pressed his lips against his boyfriends stomach, blowing a huge loud raspberry. Elliot almost screeched, kicking his legs as he burst into renewed laughter. His hands grasped at Chance’s shoulders, looking for any sort of reprieve from the tickly feelings.

“HYAAAHAHAHA! CHAHAHANCE!” He laughed, tossing his head back once more. His boyfriend kept blowing raspberries, occasionally mixing in little kisses. By the time he stopped Elliot was a giggly blushing mess again, gasping for breath.

“So..You finally gonna stop putting yourself down or do I gotta start again~?” Chance wiggled his fingers threateningly, to which Elliot squeaked and shook his head.

“I wohon’t-! I wohohon’t..!”

“Good~!” Chance gently rubbed away the remaining tingles for him, fixed up his shirt and then gently kissed his nose. “You’re so important Elli…Don’t forget that, okay?” Elliot nodded, slowly calming down as Chance pulled him close, both of them finally properly resting in each other's arms.

“Thanks, Chance…”

“Anytime Ells~”

—----------------------------------------------------------------------------