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Summary:

Conflicted by his own romantic and intimate feelings for another survivor, Elliot contemplates on telling this certain person how he really feels about them.

And when said feelings begin to distract him during rounds, causing him to repeatedly screw up, people begin to notice.

With growing confidence, Elliot decides it’s time to confess his love and adoration for the one person he loves deeply- Two Time.

Notes:

UGHHHHH I’m a multishipper BUT PIZZATIME

Also chapter 2 might come out rq since I’m already half way into it. I got inspired by anonymous aba since their work is scrumptious :D

I’d attach nsfw art if I could buuuuut I use Ibis aaand idk how to lmao

Anygays enjoy ur food PizzaTime shippers

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Chapter 1: Confliction

Chapter Text

The sky was dark up above, as usual. Stars twinkled and swirled softly within the night sky, as if they were painting lines across the black ink to create a picture in their wake.

The cabin lay still in the dead of night, settling here and there, creaking and groaning softly.



Elliot lay awake, eyes staring up at the ceiling as he pondered his thoughts. While the rest of the people slept to preserve energy for the next round within a few hours, Elliot struggled to even get a bit of shuteye.



The previous round had left his thoughts and emotions swirling, bringing up confusing and unwanted thoughts about a certain sentinel- Two Time.

 

The cultist was an enigma to everyone, no doubt about that. Their behavior screamed ‘Loose in the head’, and for some unknown reason…Elliot found it somewhat endearing, in a weird way.

Every time he’d throw them pizza, they’d scramble to catch it and would immediately scarf it down like a starving animal. It always unsettled the delivery boy, but not in a bad way necessarily.

He’d get this weird flutter every time Two Time shot a smile his way, or would strike up conversations either yapping about the cult they were within, or just about anything on their mind. And Elliot would zone out each time, staring into those dark eyes that had the slightest shine to them.



He felt stupid. Many of the survivors felt creeped out by Two Time’s manic behavior, but Elliot only seemed to gravitate towards it.

 

“Ugh…what the hell..” Elliot groaned to himself, sitting up as the bed creaked softly under his weight.



He swung his legs over the bed, standing up with a tired yawn and a stretch. His joints cracked and popped nicely, a soft sign escaping his lips. Maybe a glass of water can take his mind off things.



Trudging to the slightly worn kitchen within the cabin, Elliot grabbed one of the few glasses they had, turning the sink on and snagging a bit of tap water. It didn’t exactly do much, but it’ll have to do. After all, the Spectre was somewhat generous to at least grant things like decent water to drink.



The delivery boy spaced out for a moment, resting his chin in his palm as his eyes fell on the window. The scenery outside never failed to make Elliot feel miserable. All he wanted was to go back home, to be back at his job and serve customers with the same bright smile he had each time. He was still somewhat bitter about the fact it all was ripped away from him the day he was dragged into this personal hell.



Just as Elliot was deep in his thoughts, a hand on his shoulder jolted him out of his trance, making him almost drop the glass on the counter in shock.

 

When Elliot saw it was only Guest, he huffed, brows furrowed in slight annoyance.

“D- What the fuck, dude?!” Elliot whispered yelled through gritted teeth, eyes wide from being startled.

 

Guest sighed, arms crossed as he looked down at the healer with concern in his stern eyes.

 

“You okay, kid? Seems like you're struggling to sleep.” The veteran stated, watching as Elliot’s face slowly went rosy near his cheeks. 

 

The latter stuttered, attempting to come up with a half-assed, yet believable answer to cover up his true thoughts.

“Just..one of those nights, I guess.” The healer mumbled, eyes downcast to the floor.  He didn’t wanna look up at Guest’s eyes, as he felt like his gaze was gonna tear right through his soul if he dared to glance up at him.

 

But that fear was soothed as a hand was gently placed upon his shoulder, and only then did Elliot look into the sentinel’s eyes.



“Hey, it’s alright. Come on, let's get you back to bed. Staying up like this won’t do you any good.” Guest insisted softly yet firmly, guiding Elliot back to the confinement of his bed.

Elliot felt slightly comforted by Guest’s caring nature. He always viewed the older man as a leader, more so a mentor, despite him being a hardened veteran who was ripped away from his family and suffering casualties no average person would be able to live with.

 

But under all that,  Guest cared deeply for each person within this hell the Spectre cursed them all into for god knows how long.

Sitting down on the edge of his bed, Elliot looked up as Guest walked over, smiling as he gently ruffled the healer’s  blonde hair.



“Get some rest, kiddo. You’ll need it.” Guest patted his shoulder, before heading back to his own bed. Elliot smiled back, waving and giving a quiet ‘Goodnight’ before laying back down, pulling the covers up and sighing to himself quietly.

 

‘Maybe tomorrow will be different…’

———

The next day proved to be a little different- If not in the slightest.



Elliot panted as he sprinted, the sound of the killer’s footsteps gaining in on him. The poor guy was just trying to toss pizza to Chance when he got ambushed by the killer out of nowhere.

And here he was, running for his life as blood trickled down the side of his face and onto his shoulder. He’ll have to fix that up later.

 

To Elliot’s misfortune, he ended up running into a corner, eyes wide with fear as he was trapped. He shrunk against the wall as much as he physically could, watching as the killer closed in on him.

‘Great..Just great. I’m about to die all because of my stupidity..’ Elliot thought to himself, shutting his eyes tightly. It felt as if time came to a halt all together, the air growing chilly and the only audible sound being Elliot’s rapid heartbeat in his ears. But nothing happened. Opening his eyes a little, he looked to see a familiar face standing there instead- Two Time.

 

“You seem to be injured.” Two Time pointed the obvious out, getting a huff out of Elliot’s lips.

“Yeah, no kidding...What even happened?” The delivery boy asked, voice laced with confusion. The cultist giggled softly, eyes full of utter mischief.

 

“Stunned em. Perhaps you could learn a thing or two.” Two Time, grinned, the dagger on their hip glinting almost menacingly in the dim light. Elliot swallowed thickly, feeling sweat form upon his brow. The only thing he was good at is making and tossing pizza around to the others.

 

God..that aching feeling in his lower regions again..’pull it together, Elliot. Don’t even think about indulging in something as pathetic as that.’

 

With a tired, yet slightly forced smile, Elliot nodded. “Thanks, Two Time. I owe you one..” The healer chuckled, noticing the cultist’s tail slowly swaying behind them. It was a little adorable, if not cute even.

 

“It is my honor, Elliot. You should rest, as your wounds will soon prove to be fatal if not treated.” The cultist spoke, before scurrying off. Elliot sighed deeply, slumping against the wall and sitting on the ground with a soft ‘thump’.

 

“..I’m such a fucking idiot..”



Chapter 2: Unwanted thoughts

Summary:

Smut tags AR NAR 😦

Masturbation
Vaginal fingering
Elliot fucking himself to the thought of two time (freak 😛😛😛😛😛)

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

The hell every survivor lay within was graced with nighttime once more. The atmosphere had a slight breeze for once, making the air feel much cooler than the night before. While everyone lay asleep within their own beds, one survivor was awake once more- Elliot.

 

The healer tossed and turned in bed, huffing as sweat coated his body in a damp, thin sheen. The sheets clung to his clammy skin, making Elliot’s predicament all the more unbearable for him. The pulsating, aching feeling between his legs was getting harder to ignore, dragging a strained whimper from the healer’s lips. Oh how he wanted to reach in there and just..relive himself. Yet doing it out where everyone else was asleep was a risky move. He’d rather not be caught in an embarrassing and utterly pathetic situation by one of his fellow survivors. Elliot would never hear the end of it at that point.

 


With a quiet groan of frustration, Elliot clumsily trudged out of bed and towards the bathroom, shutting the door quietly and locking it with a soft yet audible ‘click’. A sigh escaped the delivery boy’s lips as he sat on the seat of the toilet, the seat creaking slightly under his weight.

 

“I shouldn’t be doing this..” Elliot muttered to himself, face growing warmer by the minute. His hand twitched in anticipation and utter need, and after hesitating on this decision for another moment, Elliot pulled his shorts down, revealing his soft red panties underneath. He needed relief now.

 

A visible wet spot had bloomed on the cotton of the fabric, displaying just how much that damn cultist worked the healer up more than he’d like to admit, even to himself. His fingers gently pressed against the fabric where his clit would be, hesitant yet yearning for any form of touch. The action did enough to earn a soft moan from Elliot’s lips. That in it of itself made the healer only crave more of that sweet feeling he wanted so badly. With growing desperation and neediness, Elliot tugged his panties off, revealing his soaked sex that was confined within the fabric. The air hit him softly, making him shiver at the sudden loss of that comforting warmth.

 

His movements growing needier and bolder, the healer pressed two fingers up against the hardened nub of his cunt, rubbing slow circles into it. In all honesty, Elliot has got off to thoughts of Two Time on a handful of occasions, more than he could recall perhaps. He’d be lying in bed at night, or sometimes shying away from the others during moments of well deserved rest to go to the bathroom and fuck himself silly, imagining Two Time’s fingers buried deep inside of his cunt instead of his own fingers. It was something the healer wouldn’t ever consider mentioning to anyone, including the cultist themself .

 

Elliot’s back arched with a more pronounced moan that echoed slightly within the small bathroom, and his free hand quickly moved to cover his mouth, movements freezing as he listened to see if anyone heard him.

 

Silence.

 

 

Elliot sighed in relief, heart still racing from the short adrenaline spike. ‘I can’t let the others hear me..’ He thought to himself, blushing at the thought of being caught in such a compromising and vulnerable position at this time. He shook that feeling away, focusing his attention back to his hand against slickened folds.

 

Resuming his previous actions, he began to gently palm himself, grinding his hips against his hand as a warm feeling in his abdomen began to build up quickly, causing the healer to bite his lip. Breathing more ragged, Elliot pushed a finger inside his entrance, feeling his stomach churn with pleasure at the sudden act. He fingered himself softly, swirling the digit around to get a good feel for it. It felt ecstatic, almost like a buzzing sensation each time his finger caressed a sensitive spot within him.

 

 

The delivery boy kept imagining the cultist standing in front of him as he sat there, their presence looming and face having that same soft yet manic grin he’d grown fond of. That managed to get a whine of need, of undeniable longing deep inside of Elliot’s body and mind. All he wanted was for Two Time to just..fuck him. To scissor with him and bring him a night of pure, endless bliss to no end. His hand sped up, movements getting sloppier the more they went on. Soft yet lewd sounds of squelching and slick came from Elliot’s cunt as strings of moans and whimpers, including a few whines of Two Time’s name escaped the healer’s lips, muffled by the hand over his mouth.

 

The heat within his stomach coiled up like a taut spring, twisting and twisting tighter until it finally snapped. With a drawn out moan, the healer squirted all over the seat and on his hand, panting heavily as clear, sticky fluids dripped onto the floor beneath him. He looked down at the mess, cringing internally as guilt slowly crept in. Here he was, pathetically masturbating to Two Time at 2 o’clock AM. Just enough to make the healer shrink in on himself as his face grew uncomfortably hot.

 

“God, why am I such a mess for them..?” Elliot groaned, holding his head in his hands.

 

He’ll have to clean up the evidence before anyone sees….

 

 

— — —

 

 

For once, the survivors were granted a moment of peace. No fixing generators, no running from the killer, no injuries- it was all calm and serene for a change. Bless The Spectre for being generous enough to allow them rest. Everyone decided to use this time to relax and hang out for a little while, drinking cans of Bloxy Cola and just having a good time in general.

 

 

While everyone else bonded and laughed, Elliot shied away from it all to try and collect his thoughts. Last night’s actions were something he was ashamed of himself for. Why was he so desperate for Two Time’s touch that he literally fucked himself in the bathroom for them???

 

‘This is getting out of hand..’, Elliot thought to himself, sniffling softly. His eyes grew wet as the sting of tears began to form in the corner of his eyes, but he quickly wiped them away as someone had discovered his secluded spot a moment later, making him flinch.

 

“Elliot? Are you alright?” The quiet voice of none other than the cultist themself rang out in the small area as their frame cast a slight shadow over the healer’s hunched posture. Clearing his throat at the sudden interruption of his wallowing, Elliot tried to mask his feelings and put on a small, forced smile. “I’m alright, Two Time. But..I appreciate you asking.” He spoke, though deep down he in fact wasn’t alright. Far from it, truly.

 

 

Two Time, however, could see past their teammate’s facade, walking over and sitting right next to him. “Are you sure? Your eyes tell me otherwise. You can tell me, I won’t judge you.” The cultist spoke, lashes fluttering softly as their gaze stayed focused on the delivery boy’s face, watching for his reaction at the sudden offer. Elliot hesitated, smile faltering as he pondered on whether or not he should tell them how he really felt.

 

‘I might have feelings for you..’ He wanted to say, but the words got stuck in his throat, mouth opening and closing before he sighed deeply. “Just…exhausted is all. Hanging out with the others feels too overwhelming right now..” He half-lied, trying to seem believable. He let out a sigh of relief internally when he saw that Two Time bought into this half true statement, nodding their head softly as they sat up.

 

 

“I see.” They spoke after a beat. “Would you allow me to embrace you? I’ve heard it helps soothe those who face sorrow during rough moments.” The cultist smiled once more, tail swishing behind them lazily as they awaited a response. Elliot froze, caught off guard. A hug? From his crush??? One one hand, Elliot was nervous. What if it was awkward? What if Two Time got weirded out by his stiffness? But on the other hand…the offer was too alluring to pass up…

 

Without a word, the healer nodded, and Two Time’s arms embraced him in a gentle and surprisingly warm hug. Elliot was shocked. He never expected them to be so..soft. Like the sweet embrace of someone you love on a cold and rainy day on the couch, all while the colors and flashes of the TV blurred away in the background to create a soothing atmosphere. And this hug made him giddy inside and out the longer they stayed like this.

 

The delivery boy melted into the embrace with a dreamy sigh, closing his eyes to savor the moment. He wanted to stay like this forever...

 

After another minute or two, they both pulled away, the healer’s face feeling just a tad bit warmer than usual. He felt a little bit sad now that the comforting hug had come to an end. Two Time sighed softly, standing up with a stretch. Elliot’s eyes followed their movements, mesmerized, but quickly averted his gaze as they looked back at him.

 

“You should join the rest, Elliot. You wouldn’t want to miss out on such a joyous moment to rest and rejuvenate yourself, would you now?” They chuckled, holding a hand out for the other to grab. Elliot paused, hand hovering a moment, before clasping it around the cultist’s own and standing with a small, yet bright smile of his own.

 

“I’d love to.”

Notes:

Wwwwwwww I promise y’all WILL get more smut but idk how long I want this fic to be tbh

I’m thinking ab chapter 3 rn and it might not come out as fast as this chapter since chap 2 was halfway done when I first made this fic on the 19th

I also promise that the next few chapters will be longer. I’ve been busy, so I’ll work on them at night. I’ll try to exceed 3k to almost 4k, since Ik some ppl might want more depth.

Notes:

No smut tags yet lol they will be next chapter