#elliot alderson fanfiction

[bi-bard]

Who Have You Been Talking To? - Elliot Alderson Imagine (Mr. Robot)

Title: Who Have You Been Talking To?

Pairing: Elliot Alderson X Reader

Word Count: 1,581 words

Warning(s): READ WITH CAUTION, mental illness (canonical), hallucinations

Summary: (Season 1) Elliot reconnects with a childhood friend. He finally feels like he has someone he can lean on without them pushing him to do anything. He had someone to care about and support him.

Author's Note: Wow. Apparently, this is my time to go back and write for fandoms that I haven't written for in ages.

**Written in third person

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(Y/n) carried this softness to them.

This softness that Elliot couldn't properly explain.

All Elliot knew was that he wanted to hold onto it for as long as he could.

(Y/n) was an old friend of Elliot's. The two had met when they were kids, but life had done what it tended to do and pulled the pair in separate directions.

The two reconnected years later. (Y/n) had taken the desk just across from Elliot's. He barely noticed them, but they had caught sight of his name somewhere and made themself known.

The pair continued becoming incredibly close over time.

Elliot let himself become comfortable with someone for the first time in a while.

(Y/n) had accepted him completely.

They were always there.

There were times when (Y/n)'s hand would hold onto Elliot's. It was usually when he was becoming anxious or overwhelmed. It was like he didn't even need to say anything. (Y/n) would just know.

When they were on their own, (Y/n) hug him, muttering that he was going to be okay. That he didn't have to be okay right that second, but he would get better.

(Y/n) would go with Elliot to his meetings with fsociety. They seemed more capable of keeping Mr. Robot in check than anyone else. Mr. Robot would sometimes just listen to them, give them a condescending smile, and then, walk away from them without another word.

And then, there were nights spent on Elliot's couch or mattress where (Y/n) would sit and listen. Elliot's head resting on their lap as their fingers ran through his hair. No solutions or arguments, just listening to whatever Elliot wanted to talk about.

There were nights like that that were completely silent. (Y/n) would just let him lie there for hours without a word being spoken.

He wanted to express how much (Y/n) meant to him. He never felt like he could find the right words.

He never felt the need to hack them. Which was a strange feeling, but Elliot accepted it. Maybe he just felt like the pair knew each other well enough for that to be unnecessary.

And then, (Y/n) disappeared.

One night, (Y/n) had fallen asleep on Elliot's couch. The next morning, they were gone.

He didn't have a way to get a hold of them, which he had never thought about before. (Y/n) had just left with no trace. It confused Elliot more than it worried him.

That seemed to be the start of a slippery slope.

It's when everything that Elliot knew started crumbling around him. He had learned the truth about Mr. Robot, who had promised to tell him the truth.

Elliot thought that if (Y/n) was there, they would've forced Mr. Robot to tell the truth then. In Elliot's apartment.

But here he was, dragging a limping Mr. Robot wherever the man told him to go after Elliot had pushed him out of a window in his childhood home.

The pair had ended up in a cemetery.

"Elliot!"

Elliot immediately felt a wave of relief when he saw (Y/n) walking over to them. He didn't know how (Y/n) knew where to look for them, but he was just happy to see them after everything that had happened.

(Y/n) made it over to the pair far faster than Elliot thought they would. "Are you okay? I've been looking for you everywhere."

Elliot slowly nodded. "Where were you-"

"What happened to you," they asked, turning their attention to Mr. Robot and ignoring Elliot's question.

"Rough fall," Mr. Robot grumbled back.

(Y/n) reached up to touch the cut on his forehead, hoping to wipe off some of the blood. He waved them off.

"Elliot!"

All of them looked over to see Angela and Darlene running over to them. Mr. Robot and (Y/n) shared a worried look for a moment.

"Shit," Mr. Robot muttered

"What the hell are they doing here," Elliot asked.

"Same thing as me," (Y/n) shrugged. "Taking care of you."

"Won't be long now," Mr. Robot turned to Elliot. "I tried to protect you, son, but they caught up to us."

"What are you talking about," Elliot pointed at the figures making their way over. "That's Darlene and Angela."

"I'm so sorry," Mr. Robot continued. "I wanted to tell you sooner. Things got too accelerated at the end there. You have to believe that."

He moved to hold onto Elliot's upper arms.

"No matter what anyone tries to do, I will never leave you. I will always be right here. You understand that? They're not gonna break us apart again."

"What going on," Elliot asked. Mr. Robot tried to speak, but Elliot cut him off. "Tell me right now."

"Listen to me because we don't have much time," Mr. Robot snapped. "They're going to try and get rid of me again. I need you to not let them."

"Why would they get rid of you," Elliot looked from Mr. Robot to (Y/n). He wasn't sure why. What answer would (Y/n) have? They knew less about this than Elliot did.

"Elliot, listen to me," Mr. Robot shook Elliot's shoulders. "I will never leave you. I will never leave you alone again. I love you, son."

(Y/n) stepped forward as Mr. Robot went to sit down at the grave. They held his arm so he wouldn't simply fall. They knelt next to him, checking on him.

"Are you okay," they asked quietly. Mr. Robot nodded.

"What's he talking about?"

(Y/n) looked back at Elliot when he spoke up. Angela and Darlene were standing in front of him now.

"What's he talking about," he asked. "I wanna know. I wanna know. I wanna know!"

(Y/n) closed their eyes for a moment, looking back to Mr. Robot for a moment before pushing themself off the ground.

"Elliot... who are you talking to," Darlene looked heartbroken. Like something in her heart knew the answer, but she didn't want to accept it.

"What do you mean," Elliot furrowed his eyebrows a bit. "I'm talking about-"

His words stopped when he looked over to see Mr. Robot gone. All that was there was a grave reading 'Edward Alderson'. (Y/n) stood off to the side. They almost looked guilty.

Elliot jumped back when Darlene went to touch his arm. He kept muttering for them to stay back.

"Elliot, you're bleeding," Darlene said.

Elliot furrowed his eyebrows as he reached up to find a cut on his forehead. His leg started hurting.

"Elliot... what are you doing here?"

"You didn't see him," Elliot asked, taking a few steps back.

"Who," Darlene countered.

It felt like the world was beginning to crumble around him. "That... No... you had to see him. (Y/n) was just talking to him."

"(Y/n)," Angela repeated the name like she had never heard it before. But that couldn't be true. (Y/n) and Angela worked together. She had to know who they were.

"Like (Y/n) (Y/l/n)?"

Elliot nodded at Darlene's question. Of course. Who else would he be talking about?

Elliot looked over at where (Y/n) was standing. They never once looked at Darlene and Angela. Just at him.

"Elliot... (Y/n) went missing a long time ago," Darlene continued. "Remember? We were kids."

It was another weight added to Elliot's mind. He shook his head, ready to deny it. That couldn't be true. It simply couldn't.

"You thought that you could find them on your own," Darlene said. "You were collecting 'clues' and stuff, remember?"

Elliot looked over at the grave again. (Y/n) was gone. They disappeared just like Mr. Robot had.

Everything felt like a mess after that.

Every event leading to that point was up for questioning now. All down to the smallest details.

The trip home was nothing less than awful and confusing.

Elliot was sitting in the corner of his apartment, head in his hands. His thoughts had become a tangled mess of wires. Nothing made sense anymore. Everything had taken a shift. He couldn't make sense of it.

He knew (Y/n) was there.

They were hard to ignore.

Even now that he had been told the truth, he still longed for them. This version of them that didn't exist. This version that his mind invented in the hopes of what? Relieving some guilt from his childhood? It didn't work.

(Y/n) sat next to Elliot, watching the man work through everything.

"Why won't you just leave me alone?"

The question was sudden, but not unexpected. (Y/n) simply sighed when it was asked.

"You never stopped caring for me," they said simply. "Why do you believe I would so easily stop caring for you?"

Elliot didn't respond.

"Mr. Robot was there for all the big moments," they continued. "For the plan. He forgot about those moments in between. That's when I take care of you."

Elliot lifted his head to look at them.

He wondered where he had gotten this image of them. In reality, he hadn't seen (Y/n) since they were a child. He should have no concept of a grown-up version of them.

Maybe he had seen some photo that was meant to be an aged-up version of them. Or maybe he had just stolen the image of some stranger he had randomly seen.

His eyes closed when (Y/n) reached out and touched the side of his face. He hated how real it felt.

"I'm not going to abandon you, Elliot," they promised.

His hand reached up to touch theirs. It was all too real.

"You're never going to be alone again."

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Author's Note: I had to put so much extra thought into this. Holy shit. Anyway, hello to the Mr. Robot fandom, I've missed you. It's been a while.

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[pineapple-coffee-writes]

Birthdays aren’t Elliot Alderson’s thing.

The singing, the celebration, the parties, the music—it was all too overwhelming. Elliot preferred to stay at home, watching Back to the Future II and eating leftover pizza. Darlene always stopped by to hang out; neither said that it was because of Elliot’s birthday, but both knew the gesture. It brought a subtle smile to Elliot’s face knowing that Darlene knew his limits and found a way to cater to them.

Except for this time, when Darlene brought him a single cupcake with a candle sticking out of the blue icing.

“I know it’s not your thing,” Darlene said, holding out the cupcake like it was a peace offering, “but I had some extras that Dom made. So, happy birthday.”

Elliot looked at the cupcake with curiosity. The cupcake was clearly homemade, adding credibility to Darlene’s story. Blue icing sloppily covered the top of the cupcake, with multicolored sprinkles adorning the top. The candle looked dusty and old, like it was dug out from a kitchen drawer.

Darlene pulled out a lighter from her pocket. She lit the lighter, sparks flying from the device, and lit the candle, “Make a wish, and the cupcake is all yours.”

What was there to wish for? Elliot had everything that he wanted—money had been redistributed nationwide, Whiterose’s empire was dissolved, Elliot’s therapy sessions were progressing well, and Flipper was healthy and happy. Life was as close to perfect as it could be, and all things considered, Elliot was the closest thing to happy that he’d been in years.

Darlene was looking at Elliot expectantly. Elliot’s eyes scanned Darlene’s face. She was smiling, her eyes sparkling with a joy that Elliot hadn’t seen too often. After months of waiting, Darlene and Dom had reconnected, and Elliot had witnessed Darlene’s happiness firsthand. It brought a secondhand joy to Elliot; after everything the siblings had been through, any good thing was a win.

Elliot knew what his wish would be. He closed his eyes, keeping his wish in his internal dialogue: I wish that Darlene would smile like this forever.

Elliot opened his eyes and blew out the candle.

“Awesome,” said Darlene, shoving the cupcake into Elliot’s hands. She flung herself onto Elliot’s dusty couch. “Let’s order a pizza. I’m starving.”

It was Elliot’s best birthday, that’s for sure.

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[angstyandromanticwriting]

Elliot Alderson X Reader Angsty Prompt with a brief fluffy and cute moment

!TW: Pills/Drugs (Aspirin), implied suffering from depression!

Elliot groaned as he woke up to you walking into the room with a mug and a small pill bottle, and he wondered what had happened the night before. “I made you coffee,” you stated, “did you want some Aspirin, too? In case you’re having as bad a headache as me.” Elliot nodded; his head was pranging. You passed the small bottle of Aspirin to him, and he smiled his thanks to you weakly. You laid back down beside him, surprising him as he looked over at you. “So,” you began again, smirking playfully, “how much for last night?”

“W-What?” Elliot murmured, shocked. He then realised that you both must have become intimate with each other the night before. “Y/n-..” Elliot looked away from you, a pained expression on his face.

You frowned when you noticed, and assumed that he wanted you to leave, so you slid out of his bed again. “Yeah, yeah, I know how this goes,” you mumbled, “I’ll grab the rest of my clothes and get out of here.”

“Wait!” Elliot called; he didn’t want you to leave, he was just shocked. You reluctantly turned to face him, your eyes glinting. “Are you sneaking out on me?” Elliot inquired, deciding to play your game.

“I might be,” you answered, grinning.

“I don’t want you to,” he claimed, “come back here.” You shyly approached his bed again, and he smiled faintly up at you. “Are you wearing my shirt, by the way?” Elliot questioned, just noticing it.

You winced, and he couldn’t help, but chuckle, amused. “C-Can we start over?” You requested, whining, and he nodded. “Okay,” you murmured, mentally preparing yourself to walk over to the door to start the conversation again. “Good morning,” you chimed, and Elliot tried not to laugh, “hope you don’t mind me borrowing your shirt.”

“Of course I don’t,” he responded, sitting up partially.

You expressed relief, before you sat down on the edge of the bed beside him. “I’m guessing this was a one-time thing,” you mused, and Elliot looked away, nodding gravely.

You tried not to appear too disappointed, hiding your face from him briefly. “Definitely - a one time thing,” Elliot replied, “congratulations, you actually convinced me to sleep with you.” Despite you trying to hide it from him, Elliot could see that you were upset. “Hey,” he spoke gently, intertwining the fingers of his right hand with the fingers of your left hand, “it’s better for the both of us to forget that this ever happened, and for it to stay between us, okay?” You forced a faint smile back at him, and he sat up to wrap his arms around you; he wanted to comfort you because he hated to see you upset. You returned the hug, trying to feel happy, but you found that you couldn’t.

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[safin-supremacy]

Elliot Alderson X Reader Cute prompt

“I hope you know I would literally die for you,” you stated, breaking the silence as you and Elliot walked slowly through the park.

Elliot glanced at you, shaking his head slightly. “I hope you don’t,” he responded; he didn’t want you to risk your life for his. Elliot noticed that you seemed down as you sank on the next bench, and he expressed concern for you, sitting beside you. “Are you okay?” Elliot inquired, and you nodded, smiling weakly up at him.

“I just don’t want tonight to end,” you answered, and he agreed, smiling sympathetically as he looked away from you.

꧁⍟꧂

You wanted attention, and Elliot was in the other room playing a video game like he occasionally did, so you decided to try to get it from him as you barged into his room. “I need attention,” you whined, and Elliot winced, pausing the game, before he turned to face you.

“Fine - C’mere,” he responded, and you sat on his lap, feeling better as you wrapped your arms around him.

You shyly smiled up at him, and he smiled back at you faintly. “Does this mean we’re dating?” You asked, curious, but felt stupid when you noticed the look on his face. “K-Kidding,” you whispered, burying your face against his shoulder. You smiled softly when you remembered when Elliot suggested that you could move in with him into his apartment; he could see how much you were struggling after you were kicked out of your family’s house.

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[froggy-clubhouse]

Regressor Elliot + cg Tyrell (2,114 words)

Suum good and simple hurt + comfort and little slice of life fluff at the end :D consider it n the same universe as this fic n also i was imagining them in these clothes!!! Just fyi ;3

The air was warm but not hot, a breeze but not enough to be cold. Tyrell was comfortable walking in just his flannel and cardigan, flipper in the little sweater Darlene found at a thrift shop. For late October in New York it was actually very nice out.

He decided that morning while Elliot slept in, Tyrell had gotten himself up and decided to complete some errands, just while his hands were free. He walked to the nearest market and got some much needed kitchen essentials, dropped off some work clothes at the dry cleaners and walked the dog. It was nearing noon and Elliot still hadn't called to let him know he was awake.

Tyrell figured he'd just grab lunch/breakfast to go and bring it home, wake up Elliot with something nice. He didn't want to disrupt this rare bout of sleeping but he also didn't want Elliot to sleep so much he'd have trouble getting to bed at night.

So he wandered over to the nearest cafe and got a coffee roll and a cup of fruit for Elliot, then some overly sweet coffee for himself. Flipper begged the entire time but Tyrell had recently put her on a diet, Elliot had fattened her up.

On his way home he called ahead for some sushi at a place about 4 blocks from their apartment. He'd gotten in the habit of getting something from there to go whenever he was too busy to cook which wasn't exactly the case today but he figured he could treat himself. It was a beautiful Sunday and he wanted to eat overpriced sushi for lunch.

Once back home Tyrell set the food down on the breakfast bar and made his way back to Elliot's bedroom, nudging over some elaborate car park in the living room. He needed to start getting stricter with the whole "cleanup when you're done using it" rule before the living room became unusable.

Tyrell was surprised to find Elliot already up and sitting in bed, eyes wide and his stuffed dinosaur clutched in his arms so hard Tyrell almost worried it'd break. He stood in the open doorway for a moment trying to gather himself.

"Hello my love" Tyrell made his way into the bedroom slowly so as to not make Elliot feel cornered or rushed. The floor in here was even worse than the living room, though Tyrell knew Elliot's space he kept when big was clean it was mainly just empty. He preferred the mess.

Elliot didn't answer him, didn't move an inch or anything. He sat frozen on the bed, his eyes the only part of him that moved. He was frantically looking around the room, darting between his surroundings and Tyrell's face. Tyrell couldn't figure out the problem.

"Elliot? Can you tell me what's going on?" He kept his posture relaxed and his voice steady but his heart was beating fast.

"Dunno- dunno where am I? '' Elliot whispered, voice hoarse from sleep and only just making its way around his quick breathing.

Tyrell nodded in understanding though he felt less than confident inside. Could this be some sort of dissociation? It's probably related to his disorder, maybe amnesia even.

Tyrell himself hadn't spoken to Mr. Robot in nearly a week, was it possible he had been in charge of the body during bedtime? Going through the motions so Tyrell couldn't tell a thing. He didn't think so, Mr. Robot could never successfully pretend to be regressed. They'd had a night of it once, only out of curiosity, and Tyrell never once deemed it believable.

"That's okay we can figure it out," Tyrell spoke softly, setting himself carefully on the edge of the bed. He pointed at Elliot's chest, "who are you?" Elliot furrowed his brow but he still answered quick enough.

"Ellot" an adorable mispronunciation of the vowels but Tyrell had to move on quickly, he nodded and smiled.

"And who am I?" His hand moved to face his own chest. Elliot took longer to gather himself here, his hands started anxiously twisting with the plushies fabric, Tyrell tried to remember its name.

"Ty an..." Elliot looked at Tyrell's face in utter concentration, "ty an also papa?" Tyrell beamed at him.

"Yes! Good job baby, I am papa and you are Elliot. We are in our home, do you recognize it at all?" Elliot looked around again and nodded.

"Thought was in 'nother home" Elliot's voice was shaky, wet with oncoming tears. Since they had introductions out of the way Tyrell deemed it the right time to actually comfort him. He put his hands out and said 'touch' before moving in to rub Elliot's upper arms.

"You are safe and home with me okay?" Tears streamed down his baby's face as he nodded slowly, still coming to reality it'd seem, Tyrell continued, "list 5 things you can see" Elliot leaned in closer to Tyrell and looked back around the room.

"Mm dino an uh..." Tyrell nodded, smiling softly, "dino stuffie an minecraf on the wall an a uh- a books, m see Lego man on the shelf" Elliot pointed forward at the bookshelf and all its trinkets, Tyrell smiled even wider.

"Perfect, list 4 things you can feel"

"Hm, dino 'gain, blanket too" he wiggled around, shirt" Elliot blinked up at Tyrell waiting.

"One more thing please" Tyrell promoted.

"Uhm you hands?" Elliot leaned against the pressure on his arms as Tyrell nodded.

"3 things you can hear" this time the regressor furrowed his brow, leaning his head fully forward against Tyrell's chest, apparently this was a hard one.

"Hear papa an hear ellot," Tyrell fully wrapped him up in a hug, "cars outside"

"2 things you can smell" Elliot huffed a bit into Tyrell's shirt who laughed in surprise, apparently he was not only grounded in reality but annoyed by it.

"Nothin" was muffled against Tyrell's flannel.

"C'mon sweet boy 2 things you can smell?"

"Papa smelly, an a blankie wash" a laugh punched its way out of Tyrell's chest, his boy was having none of this.

"Rude, 1 thing you can taste and then we are all done" Elliot pulled back a teeny bit to reveal a look that said 'i think you are the dumbest person on earth' which Tyrell could only grin at.

"How about we go eat the special breakfast I brought for you and you can tell me then?" Elliot nodded quickly and stood up off the bed, raising his dinosaur to his chest.

"Butt hungry" he declared, Tyrell held back his immature giggles at the realization of the plushies name, yes right - butt the dinosaur. By the looks of Elliot's pleased little smile it'd seem he was hoping to make Tyrell laugh.

"Well we better hurry then" he took hold of Elliot's free hand and led them to the breakfast bar, flipper stood on the ground looking desperately up at the counter where she just knew food was hiding. Elliot quickly stumbled his way to her treat drawer and Tyrell held back his argument, fine the little goblin could get one treat for not barking all morning. He reasoned it enough in his mind.

Back at the counter the two are in relative silence, Elliot lifted the fruit to his stuffies mouth before his own - he tried to get away with actually eating any at all but Tyrell would quickly redirect it back to Elliot’s own mouth.

After some moments of relative silence amongst the relative silence Tyrell looked up curiously to find that Elliot was already staring at him, specifically his plate of food.

"What?" Tyrell asked around a mouth of fish and rice, Elliot grimaced and picked a tiny bit of his coffee roll off.

"Yuck" he said as an explanation. Tyrell smirked and picked up another roll, holding it out to Elliot's face precariously with the chopsticks he pretended to be good at using.

"Don't say yuck before you've even given it a chance" he waved the roll around playfully- dislodging it from its careful place and therefore needing to dive his arm out fast to catch it. Elliot's eyes widened in amusement at the almost catastrophe.

"Jeez- here take a bite it's good" Elliot scrunched his nose up and leaned away, making a show of putting his own bite in his mouth. Tyrell rolled his eyes and went back to his own food.

"Fine be stubborn"

"Kay" Elliot chirped back (at least his own nearly monotone version of a chirp) turning to his own food and finishing up brunch.

After they were finished Elliot wandered back out into the living room, settling on the ground in front of the TV and lining up his lps toys, Tyrell washed up before joining him. He sat himself down on their wide, brown couch and spread out his legs, reaching for his computer to scroll mindlessly through the technology sector of the news sites.

"Papa" Elliot had walked to the end of the couch on his knees sitting back on his feet to point at his creation. Tyrell immediately looked up from the laptop to survey the situation. Blocks had been stacked in a pyramid against the fireplace (filled with books because it didn't actually turn on) on each level Elliot had placed his figurines. An organization system Tyrell didn't understand.

"Oh wow amazing! I love it! Is this your animal fortress?" Elliot shook his head, his eyes gave nothing away for how close or far off the guess had actually been.

"Uhm, animal.... Paradise?" He guessed, looking at the little bobble heads and the big sparkly eyes watching him back. Elliot could be one of these easily.

"Is good to bad" apparently two wrong guesses was all it took for Elliot to give up his secrets. Tyrell nodded as though that was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Ranked by their morality or your preference?" Tyrell looked back at the pyramid and found a bright red bird at the very bottom across from a pink horse, he could understand what he meant.

"Bad bottom an good on top" Elliot pointed back to his creation. Tyrell nodded.

"Course" Tyrell closed his laptop and placed it back on the coffee table, leaning back and closing his eyes. He'd need to go back out at some point today to pick up his laundry but for now he figured he could rest. He heard shuffling from the other end of the couch, Elliot must've decided to go back to his toys.

Instead the shuffling got closer, Elliot clambered up onto the couch and scooched himself up until his head rested on Tyrell's chest and his legs were hidden between his caregivers' own, Tyrell peeked one eye open and smiled at his baby who was instead focused on the TV. Messing with the remote until adventure time came on.

Tyrell moved one arm up to cradle Elliot's back against his stomach and the other to card his hands through curly black hair. The dinosaur was wedged between the couch and the table, watching the show alongside them.

"Jag älskar dig söta pojke" Tyrell sighed into the air above Elliot's head, closing his eyes once more. Elliot shoved his face down into the fabric of Tyrell's shirt.

"Ditto"

BONUS:

Later in the evening, when Elliot was settled again on the floor of the living room - this time spread out under a throw blanket and playing Minecraft, Tyrell busied himself with laundry. Wandering room to room and throwing dirty clothes into the basket he had in his arms, once he got to Elliot's little bedroom he immediately noticed the brand new drawing taped next to his bed.

He put the basket down on the mattress and leaned over to observe the page. The drawing was done on a light pink piece of paper, the thick sort they sell for crafts. There was a crude drawing of a tall blonde man wearing all blue - Tyrell's recognized it as himself in his favorite pajama set. Next was a shorter person wearing all black, obviously Elliot though he hadn't added any further identifying traits, even lower was a fish bowl and a teeny gray dog. Every figure had a name scribbled over their heads. Papa, Eliot (yuu), qwerty, flipperr.

Tyrell looked above the figures and labels to see a big red title 'yuu are home' he frowned at the label. The sweet family photo mixed with the panicked reminder left an odd message. Ultimately Tyrell couldn't think of anything but praise for his baby, he had made a beautiful rendition of their family and he had the mind to help himself out in the future. His smart, beautiful boy.

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[bonsoir-tyrelliot]

My first Tyrelliot fic is written and I’m waiting a while to edit and post it. It’s a 404 canon divergent fic but it’s not about Elliot saving Tyrell after the gunshot. It’s about that blue fuckin light.

#tyrell wellick #tyrelliot #elliot alderson #mr. robot #now I’m writing the sequel #it’s 2023 and I’m writing Mr robot fanfiction #my audience so far is me #love that for me

[laiwalane]

Fandoms / characters I'll write for

TV SHOWS:

American horror story

any ships (includes reader or ships between two characters)

characters (my favs):

- Maddison Montgomery

- Tate Langdon (any Evan Peters char.)

- Michael Langdon/Xavier Plimpton

- Cordelia Fox (Any Sarah Paulson char.)

- Misty Day

- Mallory

- Countess Elizabeth ofc

The walking dead

Characters

- Rick Grimes

- Carl Grimes

- Carol 💥

- Maggie

- Glenn

- Owen (he's hot lmao)

- Negan

-Beth

- Michonne

- Daryl

-Philip Blake (the governor)

The boys

characters

-homelander

-soldier boy

- hugh

-ANY FEMALE CHARACTER

Breaking bad

characters

-Jesse pinkman

- Andrea

- Jane Margolis

MR ROBOT

characters

- Elliot Alderson

- Tyrell 💥

- Johanna

- Darlene

- Dominique

Hannibal

-any characters/pairings

(I know it will be impossible to write smth without gay ships so...I will do it :))

FILMS:

-American psycho

-The hunger games

characters:

- Katniss Everdeen

- Peeta

- Finnick Odair

-Coryo Snow (young ofc)

-Finch (that cute ginger girl from part 1)💥

-Tigriss

- Inglourious Basters

characters

-Hans Landa💥

-Dieter Hellstrom💥

-Bridget

- Shoshanna

-Aldo Raine

-Batman Begins/any other parts

characters:

-Bruse Wayne

-Jonathan Crane 💥

- Miranda Tate

-John Wick

(almost any characters)

Anime

-Jujutsu kaisen

characters:

- Maki Zenin💥

- Mai Zenin

-Nobara Kugisaki

-Gojo

- Nanami Kento

- Riko Amanai💥

- MeiMei

-Tsukumo Yuki💥

-Chosou

-Shingeki no kyojin

characters

- Eren Jaeger

-Floch Forster

- Armin Arlert

- Mikasa Ackerman

- Petra Ral💥

- Hange Zoe💥

- Zeke Yeager

-Pieck Finger

-Anie Leonhart

- Sasha Blouse

-Kumetsu no yaiba

only female characters

AHHH THAT'S A LOOOOT BUT IT'S NOT EVERYTHING

well I would like to add that if you fan of these aktors/aktresses, I'll be writing fanfiction with any of their characters

- Angelina Jolie

- Christian Bale

- Jennifer Lawrence

-Cillian Murphy

- Bill Skarsgard

- Elizabeth Olsen

- August Diehl

- Benedict Samuel

💥- means I find this character hot lmao

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Good Night - Elliot Alderson Imagine (Mr. Robot)

Title: Good Night

Pairing: Elliot Alderson X Reader

Originally Posted: March 31, 2019

Word Count: 676

Warning(s): none

Summary: (Season 1) Elliot allows himself to drop his guard for just a moment.

Author's Note: There's a lot of Rami Malek imagines because I had a whole book of them.

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"Hey," I smiled as Elliot opened the door to his apartment. "How was work today?"

"Same as usual," he shrugged. "Do you want dinner?"

"That sounds great," I sat on the couch, Flipper jumping on my lap. Elliot set down the take-out containers that he had picked up after work. "How have you been feeling?"

"Okay," that was usually the answer. He's trying to go further though. He was starting to learn that I was always going to be there for him.

Elliot and I had been friends for years, but we had recently started dating. So, as awkward as people thought our conversations were, this was our kind of normal. I slowly placed my hand on his and he grinned at me.

We sat in a comfortable silence for a little over half an hour. I could tell something was on his mind. I leaned on the back of the couch and tried to decipher what was going on in his ever-changing mind. He gave me a weird look.

"What," he asked.

"I'm just wondering what you're thinking about," I replied. "Something's bugging you. What is it?"

"I just wanted to ask you something," Elliot looked down. "Do you wanna stay here tonight?"

I was shocked.

I had never stayed at his house. The closest we had been to any form of intimacy or physical contact was one kiss and then occasionally holding hands. I was too scared to try and push him into anything more. He seemed comfortable. Why would I ruin that?

"Are you sure," I asked after a moment of silence.

"Of course, I am," he nodded. That was the most confident I had ever seen him.

"O-okay," I smiled, still slightly shocked.

We stayed up for another hour or two, just talking and sometimes giggling. I always loved when Elliot laughed. It always seemed to shock people who hadn't heard him laugh before.

"Ready for bed," Elliot asked after I yawned. I nodded and stood up.

Elliot handed me one of his shirts that never saw the light of day from under his hoodie. I went to change in his bathroom before I walked out to see him already laying down. I followed his lead and laid next to him, being careful not to make him move from his spot.

I never thought I would be awkward in front of him. We laid there, facing each other but leaving a space between us. I still was terrified of pushing Elliot out of his comfort zone. This was one of the moments that I truly realized how much I wanted to hold him and kiss him whenever I wanted to.

I closed my eyes, trying to ignore our tension when Elliot moved his leg forward. He tangled our legs together and I let out a small sigh and grinned. That would've been enough. That small bit of contact would've helped me sleep through the night. Then, a pair of lips touched my nose. My eyes opened, Elliot's eyes being far closer than they were before.

I felt his breath on my lips as he stared into my eyes. It was almost like he was checking. He was as worried about this as I was. Elliot- almost in slow motion- moved the last centimeters to kiss me. It was soft, almost tired, but it was everything I wanted.

Elliot's hand landed on my waist, causing me to jump slightly but not pull away. My hands moved to touch his sides. They moved all the way around his torso as he pulled me closer. My chest touched his and I used that as my cue to pull away. We were still basically breathing into each other's mouths as we stared at each other.

I finally moved back enough to lay my head down and cuddle into the crook of his neck. Elliot's thumb was tracing shapes on my hip as I sighed and closed my eyes again. I fell asleep even more peacefully than I did in my own apartment.

This... this was perfect.

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*Nothing against Dominik Garcia. I know this isn’t how he is in real life but it’s just for the story. I don’t remember every detail from this episode and also going off of bloopers. The part with Sam at the end might not be the same scene but it’s one of my favorites so I’m adding it.*

Rami Malek/Elliot Alderson x female reader

I was sitting on the couch with my back resting against the arm rest reading and my legs resting on Rami’s lap. In his hands was a script for ‘Mr. Robot.’ They start filming the episode in a couple days. As soon as Rami got the script, the first thing he did was read it over and over. By the fourth time, I was running through the lines with him. In this episode, I read that he hooks up with a woman named Olivia Cortez at a bar. I sigh. At some point in our apartment, we ended up practicing.

The day came where he had to leave and head to location. We woke up. He got ready, gathered his things, gave me a kiss then headed out. Later that morning, I headed to work. Throughout the day, I would every once in awhile get texts from him and sometimes calls. A few days passed and I started noticing he was tired and frustrated. I ask “Everything okay?” He runs his fingers through his hair and sighs. He says “I’m not sure but Sam keeps saying that some of these scenes don’t seem to be working.”

We spent the rest of the evening just hanging out. The next day, he went to set and came home with the same frustration. Rami and I were in the kitchen making dinner when his phone rang. He tells me “It’s Sam Esmail. I got to take this.” I continue cooking as he sits in one of the chairs on the opposite side of the counter. He says “Hey Sam, what’s up?” He nods and says “Yeah. Right, I agree.” Rami still on the phone, looks at me and says “I’m not sure but I can ask. Hang on a minute.” He slides the phone down a little and asks “Hey babe, Sam is wondering if you would like to be a part of the show?”

My jaw drops as I say “Uhhh...What? What would I have to do?” The script was laying on the counter, he flips through the pages and points to the name, Olivia Cortez. My mouth still hanging open. I ask him “I thought Dominik Garcia was playing her?” He tells me “Sam doesn’t think the chemistry is there. So, he wanted me to ask you.” I ask “I’m honored. Are you okay with it?” He smiles, nods and says “Yes I am. So...What do you say?” I tell him with a smile “Tell Sam, I am in.” Rami moves the phone back to his ear and continues his conversation.

The next day, I arrive on set later than Rami and am escorted into the wardrobe and makeup trailer. Olivia is an employee at Cyprus Bank. After a few hours, I was ready to head onto the set. One of the crew members takes me to the bar which is decorated for Christmas. Sam Esmail leads me to one of the tables. I set her purse down as Sam gave me some directions. He told me to seem kind of uncomfortable/unsure about being there. He also mentioned that Rami’s character is going to buy her a drink. I nod. Sam walks back to behind the cameras and monitors. I tell myself ‘You got this, there is a reason Rami asked you.’ Sam then shouts “Action!”

One of the waitresses brings me a drink and I do what Sam told me. I look around a little at the bar scene. Christian Slater and Rami walk into the bar. Almost half an hour passed when Christian said “Fuck!” They go back to where they were and a couple more minutes when one of them said “Damn it!” Christian and Rami finally got through their set of scenes. It was now time for the scenes between Olivia and Elliot. There was a quick break. Rami comes up to me and asks “Babe, you okay?” I tell him “Yeah, I’m okay.” He pats my hand and gets back to his position.

He goes back and stands next to Christian. They begin talking. A guy who was a crew member says “Oh no.” I ask “What?” He says with a chuckle, “When those two are together we all better watch out because they love to scheme.” I look over at them and they are caught up in a pretty interesting conversation.

The scene began with Mr. Robot and Elliot discussing how to access Olivia’s employee information. While they did that, Olivia denied men that came up to her. She to me seems like a person who wants interaction but not sure how. I tug at my shirt sleeves out of nervousness. I would sip the drink the waitress brought me. Elliot comes up to Olivia and asks “Can I buy you a drink?” His character seems a little more confident than Elliot usually is. I blank for a second and say “Fuck.” Jokingly, Rami looks at the camera in shock. I say “Sorry, what was my line?” One of the crew members came over with a script and showed me. I tell them “Thank you.” Rami tells me, sarcastically “You’ve been hanging out with Carly too much.” I say “Carly, love you girl.” We both go through line by line. Everything is going fine, my nerves have disappeared.

We are doing the lines where the two talk about their families when a siren goes by. A crew member said “Hold.” Christian comes over and says “They’re onto us, man. We gotta go.” Rami put his hood over his head and they both scurried away. I say “Damn.” Everyone in the bar had a good laugh. Sam says “Reset.” We all go back to just after Elliot buys Olivia a drink. We do the lines again and then Elliot leans in and kisses Olivia. I place my hand on his jaw. We kiss until Sam shouts “Cut!” Everyone reviews the footage and was happy with it.

The director of photography, Tod Campbell and Sam discuss it and tells us “Let’s do some extra shots just incase.” Sam says “We’re going to start from where Elliot walks over to Olivia.” Rami goes back to the spot.

He begins walking over to me when Christian takes his spot next to me. He holds out his hand and says “Hi, I’m Christian Slater. You may recognize me from such work as Archer and Young Guns II.” I shake his hand and say with a smile “Hi.” Rami comes up and pretends to punch him in the face. He sits down in the stool and holds out his hand, says “Hi, I’m Rami Malek. You may recognize me from such work as Night at the Museum and Until Dawn.” I nod and say “Oh yeah, nice to meet you.” Christian walks back to us massaging his jaw and says “What just happened?” We begin laughing.

Sam shouts “Reset.” Christian, Rami and I reset. We run through the scene again with no issues. We are told to do one more take. A female crew member comes up and quietly tells me to say something when Rami finishes his last line and right before Elliot kisses Olivia.

We run through the scene and right before Elliot leans in, I say as I place a hand on his forearm “So, you gonna take me home tonight?” A group of the crew members sing “You make the rocking world go round.” Rami goes tight lip trying to stifle a laugh. He nods and says “Good one.” Everyone in the room laughs. I give him a wink.

The cast and crew pack up all the equipment and head to the next location. Next location was Olivia’s apartment.

In the car was Rami and me. He placed an arm around me as I laid my head on the inside of his arm. I closed my eyes and the next thing I knew we were outside Olivia’s apartment. I yawn and stretch. We step out of the car, help unload the equipment. Everyone carried everything up to the apartment being used for the scene. A few of the set designers added little touches to the room to make it looked lived in.

Once everything was set up for what Tod Campbell and Sam Esmail visioned, Rami and I were put in our positions. There was a camera in the hallway and on the other side of the apartment door. With the key in hand, I am supposed to open the door.

Sam yelled “Action!” Elliot begins turning his head from left to right to make sure no one was coming. I heard the click of the door unlocking. I turn the handle, push and nothing. I turn the key to lock it and then unlock again. I turn the knob, push and still couldn’t open it. One of the crew members in the hall says “Hold it!” Sam asks “What is it?” I begin wobbling the knob and using my right shoulder to push on the door.

I start laughing. Rami says “We’re having door issues.” He steps in front of me and I hand him the key. He tries the door too. He begins kicking it a little. The door won’t budge. He tries the key again and still nothing. I say facing the door “Now all of a sudden we have malfunction when we have to do our scene.” Rami turns to the camera slyly and winks.

One of the set directors finally gets the door open. They say “What we’ll do is put a small object out of sight to keep it from having anymore issues.” We both nod. The set director puts an object against the doorframe to keep it from closing all the way.

After everyone is happy with the adjustment, we all went to our positions. I place the key back into the apartment door lock, unlocked it and then opened the door. We walk in through the door as Elliot looks around. I say “It’s not much...”

He grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. One of his hands went behind my head, tangling in my hair. I place my hands on his jaw and slide them to the back of his neck. His hands slide down to my lower back. Only breaking the kiss for a second, he pulled my shirt over my head. I pulled him by the black zip up hoodie to the bed and unzip it. I help him strip it off. He tossed the hoodie to the side. He placed his hands back onto my waist and gently pushed me onto the bed as my head hit the pile of pillows.

I brush the hair out of my face as Elliot strips off his black t-shirt. He climbs onto the bed and reconnects the kiss. I run my left hand through the hair on the back of his neck and tangle them a little while placing my right hand on his back. I feel his black converse brushing against my ankle. He wraps his arms around my lower back and flips us to where I am on top of him as we pull each other closer.

All of a sudden we hear one of the set directors behind the monitors, say “Wait, the USB keychain is not in the shot.” Sam yells “Cut!” Rami and I stop kissing as we are both breathless. I move off of him as he places a hand behind his head as he rests an arm on my leg. I brush my hair behind my ear. I ask “How long do you think they would have let us go?” Rami says “I’m not sure but I was enjoying it.” as he winks. I yawn and stretch my neck. Rami notices, asks “Tired?” I tell him with a smile “Long day of making out with you.” He props himself up on his left elbow and places his right hand under my chin. He gently pulls me closer for a quick kiss.

The set director who noticed the USB keychain, made little adjustments. Another set director would watch the monitor and make suggestions. The person making the adjustments asks “Is it good?” The person behind the monitor says “The bottom of the USB needs to go up an inch.” The other person moved it then asks “Good?” The one behind the monitor gave a thumbs up. The outside lighting was starting to turn a more yellow, goldish color.

Sam says “Okay, we are going to redo the scene. Also lighting is starting to change so let’s go.” I ask “Where are we starting from?” He says “The scene Elliot gently pushes Olivia onto the bed.” Rami just smiles at me and asks “Ready?” I tell him “Yes.” He scoots off the bed, stretches and picks up his shirt. I scoot to the edge of the bed and stand. As he is putting his shirt back on, I tell him “You get to put your shirt back on while I have to stay in a bra and jeans.” He tells me “Babe, I don’t mind.” I roll my eyes.

Sam shouts “Action!” Again, Elliot places his hands on my waist and gently pushed me onto the bed. Once he strips off his shirt and reconnects the kiss. I run my fingers through his hair and place my hand on his back. Again, he wraps his arms around my waist and flips us pulling me onto him. There were no interruptions. His right hand gently brushes down my side. I smile against his lips because he knows I’m ticklish there. He continues and lands on my butt. The camera at the end of the bed zooms out with the USB keychain in frame as Elliot and Olivia continue.

Five minutes later, Elliot’s arm tightens around my shoulders. I bring my knees closer to his sides as he flips me back to where he is on top. His hands move to my sides. Sam shouts “Cut!” Rami and I stop. He squeezes my sides a little to make me laugh and places a light kiss on my neck. Tod Campbell says “We got the shots.” Rami rolls to his left and tells me as he sits up, “That was really good. Nice job.” I tell him while blushing, “Thanks, I think doing the scenes with you is the key.”

We set up for the next scene. Unfortunately, I had to look like I was a little more undressed. With grey sweatpants on, I crawled under the covers. Rami sat on the right side of the bed and helped cover me up. I move my bra strap down off my shoulder and move it around my arm. I lay on my left side as Rami scoots closer and drapes an arm on my waist on top of the covers. I close my eyes as Sam shouts “Action!”

Elliot slowly gets up and puts his shirt and hoodie back on and then heads in the direction of the bathroom. I open my eyes as I hear him rustling in there. A crew member gives me a signal and I move the bra strap back onto my shoulder and put my shirt back on. I walk in the direction of the bathroom. The camera panned onto the bathroom door as I begin to slowly open it. He was sitting on the bathroom floor between the toilet and shelf. Elliot doesn’t hear Olivia until she asks “What are you doing?” He looks up at her as if he was caught red handed.

In his hand, he had a pill bottle and razor blades. “Cut! Next shot.” Sam says. Sam stands next to me, as he goes through the motions, he says “Okay, you’ll sit down here next to the doorframe while saying a few lines.” He sits down. Sam says “Elliot will crawl closer and sit next to you. Then the two of you will do your lines...” He begins to lean his head on Rami’s left shoulder. Automatically, Rami lays his head on Sam’s. While laughing, I say “This looks too natural.” Sam says “Oh, we do this all the time.” Rami adds “Yeah, we do this everyday.” Sam begins to stand up as he asks “Got it?” I tell him “Yes.”

Rami stays on the bathroom floor and moves back to his position. Sam gets behind the monitors and asks “Rami, are you on your mark?” Rami looks around at the floor. He says “No.....” as he scoots to his mark. Sam gives him a thumbs up and shouts “Action!” Standing in the doorway, I sit down against the wall where bathroom towels were hanging on a rack. As my head bumped the towels, two slipped and landed on the floor and my shoulder. I said while holding my hands up “I barely touched it.” I stand and pick up the towels. I place them on the rack and go back to the doorframe. Sam shouts “And...Action!”

I sit down against the wall and make sure not to bump the towels. Elliot hands Olivia the pill bottle and she tells him about her demons, drugs and self-harm. She also tells him why the razor blades are kept in the pill bottle. He scoots closer and sits next to her. Elliot looks at Olivia and sincerely tells her “I get it. I know what it’s like.” She asks “What?” He says, truthfully “Hating yourself.” I lean my head on his left shoulder as he leans his head on mine. Sam says “Cut! Nice job, you two.”

The director of photography says “Our light is going down. So, Sam should we pick up tomorrow?” Sam says “Let’s take a look at the footage.” I pick my head up and lean it against the wall. Rami says “Nice job...you okay?” I tell him “Yeah...being in that mindset and saying the lines were emotionally rough.” He didn’t say anything, just gently kissed my right temple.

After checking the footage, Sam says “There is a few more shots we need.” He walks out of the bathroom and into the living room. Rami and I are still sitting against the bathroom wall. We watch Sam on the monitors. He sits in front of the camera, says “Rami, you’ll come out here to Olivia’s computer, face the camera and say ‘Goodbye friend.’” Rami shouts “Do one without blinking.” Sam says to him “Come here, Rami, direct me.” He stands up and walks to the living room. I watch on the monitor as Rami tells him “I know it’s difficult but try not to blink.” Sam asks “Did I blink?” I shout from the bathroom “Yes!” He walks back to the bathroom and sit down next to me. Sam does it again. Rami shouts “One more time without blinking!” Sam asks “How do you not blink?” Rami says, sarcastically “How about that acting?”

We are done for the day. The cast head back to their trailers and get ready to go home. I’ve visited the set before and luckily the wardrobe department let me change in Rami’s trailer. He didn’t have to change much but I folded up Olivia’s clothes to bring them back to wardrobe. We walk back to the wardrobe trailer, I intertwine my fingers with his and place my head on his shoulder. I tell him “I’m glad you asked me to do this. I had a lot of fun.” He brings my hand up to his lips and places a kiss on the back of it. He says “I did too.” We reach the trailer and the woman takes Olivia’s clothes from me. She asks “How was it?” I tell her “A lot of fun.” She says to Rami and me “See you two tomorrow.” Rami says “See ya.” I tell her “Thank you for everything.”

One of the cars took Rami and I back to our apartment. Once inside, I was starting to feel a little tired. I tell him with a smile “I don’t know how you do it every day.” He tells me “I enjoy playing Elliot and I think I have learned a lot.” I add “He is a fun character to watch and when I could, I enjoyed seeing you as him.” He steps closer and wraps his arms around my waist. He says “Plus...the fact that I got to do those scenes multiple times with you was a bonus. Should we pick up where Olivia and Elliot left off?” I wrap my arms around the back of his neck, nod and place my lips against his.

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Elliot x reader where the reader and Elliot work together and at one point are kinda forced to make small talk and at first it's really awkward and embarrassing and just ANXIETY but as they kinda keep the conversation going forcefully they sorta relate to each other (ok thanks I love your writing happy late St Patrick's day 💚☘️)

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“Alderson. Y/L/N. I want you to run penetration tests on Friday’s network patches. Shouldn’t take you more than a day or two, depending on what you find.”

The sterile-white meeting room suddenly felt about 10 degrees hotter than it had a moment ago, and when you moved your hands from the table to your lap, you noticed the remnants of a foggy imprint left behind on the cool surface. You swiped at it, hoping no one noticed, least of all your new partner.

No one wanted to get paired up or put on a team with Elliot Alderson.

He was quiet, sometimes twitchy, always unapproachable, and went out of his way to take up an indiscriminate amount of space in the office. Granted, you weren’t a social butterfly, but you did say your required good-mornings and good-nights, understanding that this was a social expectation and if you adhered to it, people accepted you. Acceptance was nice. It was normal.

So, you played the game, but only when you left the office behind did you really breathe. You knew that it generally took about 30 minutes, door to door, before you were home in your quiet, cozy apartment, wrapped up in what you called your “introvert’s paradise.”

You often wondered if Elliot was the same. Well, you knew he definitely was not the same considering the great lengths he went to avoid human interaction, which led you to believe there was a lot more going on behind those grey eyes than he’d care to let anyone know.

Ah! And there was the rub.

Elliot Alderson may have been strange, but he was attractive.

During these meetings, you always found yourself wishing for something that later made you feel guilty—you wanted him to talk. It was obvious he hated to speak in front of any gathering larger than, well, 0, but you couldn’t help yourself. You hoped your boss would need his input, which he often did. Another thing everyone knew was that Elliot Alderson was the smartest person in the room.

Yet another reason why your palms were now sweaty as you gathered up your laptop, notebook, and pen and chased after Elliot.

He was always the first one to leave a meeting.

By the time you crossed the office, Elliot was already settled at his computer, his fingers working to push in his earbuds. Before he could get the left-side in, you appeared in his line of vision.  

He stared at you, his lips parted, and had you known better, you would have thought he was a statue, perhaps a modern art piece, titled: “Startling Your Co-Worker in the Age of Digital Communication.”

You weren’t expecting him to be completely unaccepting of your presence, but maybe he wasn’t even listening during the meeting.

“Hi, Elliot.”

After several heartbeats passed and you were bordering into the territory of awkward, he lowered his left earbud and said, “Hi.”

Nothing. He wasn’t going to say anything else.

Alright, the conversation would have to be carried entirely by you.

“Uh, so … the penetration tests?”

Elliot looked at you like he had never seen you before—and maybe he hadn’t. Maybe he didn’t even know your name. You had never worked on a project together before, but you had talked during meetings. You passed each other in the elevator, around the office—an office of only about 25 people.

Again, nothing.

“Listen—do you, like, even know who I am?”

Elliot blinked, his large grey eyes disappearing for a moment, and in that moment, you felt a sense of relief. Making eye contact with Elliot was like being scanned by the TSA.

“Y/N,” Elliot answered, his voice low and flat. “You—”

And then he cut himself off, his mouth snapping shut as his eyes scanned your face before settling on the edge of his desk.

“Okaaay,” you said slowly. “First name basis, established. Were you paying attention during the meeting? I mean, I zone out sometimes, too, because Gary’s an asshole, but he assigned us to—”

“Run penetration tests on Friday’s patches,” Elliot said in a mumbled rush.

“Right. Yes. So, I guess you’re the master of penetration—oh my god,” you said as a blush of mortification crept up your neck.

As soon as the words, “master of penetration,” left your mouth, Elliot looked up and his eyes had doubled in size while his lips once again parted. He pulled his lower lip in, biting at it before he swallowed, watching you with what you could have sworn was amusement.

Amusement … or pity.

“I meant that everyone knows you are the best white hat here,” you said slowly so as not to put your gigantic foot back in your idiotic mouth. “It would be foolish for me to look for the vulnerabilities when you are the better hacker.”

“Okay,” came Elliot’s monotone answer.

Okay?!? your mind was screaming. Not a giggle, not a ha-ha-ha, Y/N, I understood what you meant, no big, break the ice, let’s be friends.

Nope.

Just … Okay.

It was clear that Elliot was going to do absolutely nothing to quell your anxiety, so fuck the attempts at small-talk.

With a determined raise of your chin, you sat down next to Elliot and opened your laptop. You could feel him shift a little away from you, and you tried not to take offense. There was already enough space to fit two people between you, but if he wanted more, okie-fucking-dokie.

“Go ahead and remotely access my laptop, I’ll split screen so I can watch you code while I document the data. Just tell me when you find a flaw so I’m sure not to miss anything.”

Before you had even finished speaking, your screen was mirroring Elliot’s. You quickly split the screen and got a doc ready to record the data.

You looked over at Elliot who had his fingers poised over the keyboard; he was peripherally watching you, so as soon as he saw you glance at him, he started working.

Time passed slowly, awkwardly as you sat side-by-side without saying a word. At first, there really was no need to talk, you figured, but normally, most people needed a break from their screen to at least stretch and blink.

Apparently, Elliot was more robot than man.

“Hey!” you said, making Elliot jump, his keystrokes faltering.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” you said, embarrassed again.

Elliot shrugged his shoulders and went back to typing, but you weren’t done.

“Well, wait a minute,” you said, his keystrokes faltering again.

“You found and fixed a flaw without telling me—that was the first one, wasn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Well, the point of me documenting is that we, ya know, talk about it.”

“Why?”

You turned your body toward him and blinked a few times.

“Because … we have to put this in layman’s terms for the analyst? Didn’t you ever wonder what the next step was after the penetration and documentation?”

“No,” Elliot said, finally turning a quick glance in your direction.

“Give me a second,” you said, quickly typing in your document.

Elliot stayed perfectly still, his fingers hovering over his keyboard.

“Alright—read over this and make sure it’s correct.”

Elliot glanced at you again before scooting in his chair about an inch closer in your direction. You suppressed a laugh and turned your laptop toward him so he could more easily see.

Then, Elliot chuckled. The most ridiculous excuse for a laugh huffing out of his mouth for a nanosecond before he snapped it shut again.

“What?”

“You misspelled ‘penetration.’”

You furrowed your brows and slid your laptop closer and a small laugh bubbled up from your throat.

“Good god,” you said through your giggle. “I blame you for that.”

Elliot shrugged his shoulders, but you caught the faintest hint of an upturn of his lips. It couldn’t be called a smile, much like his laugh couldn’t be called a laugh, but it was something human.

You resumed your work, but this time Elliot did pause when he found a flaw. Communication became easier and you found that the workday was starting to fly by.

“Hey! Did you see that?” you interrupted, but this time you didn’t startle him.

“See what?”

You reversed the direction of the code and watched as the screen recreated the last few lines Elliot had run.

“There!”

“Shit … I mean. Shoot,” Elliot said, flustered. “I missed it.”

You chuckled, “See? I’m not as dumb as you think I am.”

Elliot stopped and turned his chair toward you, his intense gaze locking your eyes onto his.

“I don’t think you’re dumb.”

You rolled your eyes and said through a shy smile, “Of course you do. You’re Elliot Alderson. God of hacking.”

Elliot tilted his head, almost like a dog when it was listening to its owner.

“God of hacking?”

You turned your chair to face him, your expression serious.

“You’re the most intimidating person in this office, Elliot.”

“That’s a nice way to say people don’t like me.”

“People just don’t know you. You’re . . . ” you trailed off, unsure if this was a conversation Elliot wanted to have, but he was still looking at you, eyes focused and head slightly tilted.

“You don’t say good-morning … or good-night. You don’t speak unless spoken to. It’s like,” you paused for a moment to think, “it’s like you run a different daily program than everyone else.”

“Oh,” he said, his eyes falling and his hands smoothing over his thighs, rubbing back and forth in a repetitive, nervous motion.

You reached out to comfort him and just with the tip of your finger on the top of his hand, you pressed for no longer than a second.

Elliot looked up at you.

“Try it sometime. Say good-morning. I’ll even let you practice on me,” you said with a sweet smile.

And, to this day, you’ll never forget that Elliot smiled back. And when he smiled, you felt your heart flutter. He wasn’t just a good-looking guy—he was beautiful.

“Ready to run some more tests?” you asked, feeling shy all over again but for an entirely different reason.

“I am the god of penetration,” Elliot deadpanned, his lips quirking into a grin as you groaned, but suddenly turning to correct him.

“I said master of penetration.”

“I know,” said Elliot, his voice containing the smallest hint of coquettish laughter.

Your mouth popped open in surprise before you shut it, shaking your head and grinning to yourself.  

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[bi-bard]

Now.

I only ask because I haven't personally seen anyone talk about this...

Did they change how Tyrell Wellick's name is pronounced in Mr. Robot?

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[sherlollydramoine]

"Not What I Expected" for Elliot?

Not sure if this is what you had in mind but this is what came to me. 

Warnings: Smoking.. not even sure there is any language in here... 

Word Count: 343 

You couldn’t help the nerves that were running through you as you exited the subway hoping that you weren’t running too late to meet the stranger you’d met online months ago. He’d recruited you to join some hacker group after he’d apparently tested your skills. The two of you had been going back and forth for months now. He trusted you enough now to send you an encrypted file that contained an address and a name. Gripping the paper that held the address in your hand as you take off at a sprint up the stairs. 

Reaching the top of the stairs you collide with another body. It was so dark out and the stranger was wearing all black but he let out a small noise of surprise before reaching back to steady you before you topple back down the stairs. 

“Sorry,” you mumble before you push off of the stranger and head off in the direction of the location that you’d been sent. 

The closer you go to the location, the more nervous you became so you stopped to catch your breath and steady your nerves. That’s when you notice movement out of the corner of your eye as you watch the same hooded figure walking along the boardwalk. 

He stops outside of a dilapidated building, leaning against it and lighting a cigarette. You could feel his eyes on you even though he was quite a distance away. Glancing down at your paper you realize that this guy was standing outside of the building that needed to be in. 

Letting out a sigh, you push off from the bench you’d been leaning against as you made your way towards the stranger again feeling his eyes as he stands upright, his eyes taking in your appearance.

“Mr. Robot?” you ask.

“He’s not here but he told me to expect you. I’m Elliot, you must be Y/N”

“Yes.”

“You aren’t what I was expecting,” he says so quietly you almost didn’t hear it.

“And what were you expecting?”

“I don’t know. Not you.”

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[angstyandromanticwriting]

Writing prompt: Elliot feels unwell and dizzy at E Corp and one of the co-worker notices that his shirt is bleeding, making Elliot realise is gsw to the abdomen stitches were open as is sent home early for the reader to stich.

Elliot Alderson X Reader Requested prompt

!TW: Blood, nausea, faintness (not detailed), stitches, gsw (gun shot wound - not particularly detailed), implied swearing (‘cursed’), actual swearing, pain, needle, wound (not particularly detailed either)!

Elliot went into work at E-Corp feeling fine, so he never thought that he’d be staggering and desperately limping to your house with blood staining his hand. His day began relatively normally, as he walked from his CEO, Gideon Goddard’s office to his desk, but as he was making the short journey, he suddenly began to feel slightly disorientated, and when he thought about it with great effort, he realised that he hadn’t been feeling a hundred percent from the moment he got up from his desk.

Elliot leaned heavily against the wall, giving himself a moment, but he had to turn around when he heard one of his coworkers calling his name behind him. He regretted moving as he began to feel worse, and he even felt as if he were going to be sick. His coworker who he hadn’t really bothered talking to noted his behaviour, and they expressed concern for him, even more so when they noticed a small red stain forming on his light blue shirt. “What do you want?” Elliot asked, his voice quiet; he began to feel quite faint, and felt as if he could pass out at any moment.

“You’re bleeding,” his coworker informed, and Elliot looked down when his coworker gesticulated to the stain.

Elliot cursed - the stain was in the area where he’d had to have stitches for the gun shot wound to his abdomen. “Shit!” Elliot exclaimed when he began to panic, and his colleague, too, was panicking as they weren’t sure of how they could help Elliot immediately.

“What’s going on out here!?” Gideon exclaimed, disappointed that he had been disturbed during his lunch break.

Elliot covered the wound, before he looked up at his coworker. “Don’t,” he uttered, and his coworker watched as he slowly walked toward Gideon, the excruciating pain more noticeable to him now that he knew where it was coming from.

Gideon, like his coworker, immediately noticed that he seemed off, making it easier for him. “What’s going on, Elliot? Are you ill?” Gideon questioned, and Elliot nodded. “You look like you’re going through the wars right now,” he remarked, placing his hand on Elliot’s shoulder, making him wince and subconsciously step back. Gideon felt awkward, withdrawing his hand as if it hadn’t had happened. “You should get yourself home,” he suggested, and Elliot acted as if he didn’t want to, at first.

“Are you sure?” Elliot responded, and Gideon nodded quickly.

“Of course I’m sure, look at you!” Gideon responded, even beginning to usher Elliot toward the door which led out of their department. “Get well soon,” Gideon called, before he closed the door when Elliot dragged himself through it.

Elliot looked down at the stain - it was growing; he was losing more blood. “Shit, shit,” he whispered, rushing to the nearest toilet to get some toilet paper he could use temporarily to stall the bleeding. Whilst he was tearing the pieces off of the roll, he thought about where he should go; he didn’t feel comfortable going to the hospital, though he knew he should, preferably, so he decided he should seek help from you, remembering that you’d briefly worked as a nurse, and told him about the treatments you’d had to give which did involve stitching though it was only twice you’d had to do it.

Once he’d finished with the toilet paper, he stumbled out of the cubicle, cursing again. Elliot groaned, beginning to feel as if he wouldn’t be able to make it to your house, at all, but he forced himself to keep walking, rushing the lift once it had arrived, before he rushed himself out of the building, turning right, doing all of this whilst he tried to stay calm. People on the street looked at him as he passed them, but he wouldn’t let himself get distracted by them, focussing on you and the pain he was feeling in his abdomen.

Elliot half-heartedly chuckled with relief when he reached the small black gate which, once opened, led down to the door of your house. Elliot received a small spurt of new-found energy, limping quickly down the path, before he desperately rapped on your door. “Come on,” Eliot whispered, hearing murmurs of ‘I’m coming, hang on’.

You would be surprised when you noticed Elliot at the door, and you would feel your blood run cold when you noticed the stain on his shirt, and the blood seeping through the gaps between his fingers. “W-What happened?” You asked, rushing him into your house and into the living room.

“My damn stitches broke,” he uttered, and you nodded quickly, trying to think fast, before you ran into the bathroom to grab the medical kit you kept in there.

“Lie down,” you commanded as you rushed back into the living room, and Elliot did as you said, wincing as he moved. You pulled up a chair beside him, threading the spare thread you had left through the needle, before you began to undo the buttons of his shirt to see the now open wound. “Try and stay still, okay?” You instructed, and Elliot nodded, closing his eyes as he didn’t want to watch what you were doing. You set down the needle and thread for when you needed it, and took up a pair of scissors, sliding them under the broken thread, close to where the knot was, before you cut the thread that was broken away. You replaced the scissors with tweezers so you could gently pull the thread away. “The first part is done,” you informed, “I just need to stitch it together again.” Elliot nodded, taking deep breaths to relax himself, though it was difficult when he still felt nauseous. Elliot whimpered when he felt that you were beginning to stitch his wound up again, but he managed to stop himself from moving. “It’s okay,” you spoke quietly, trying to console him, “I’m almost done.” Once you’d finished, you tied the thread off, and he hesitantly opened his eyes again, glancing at the new stitches you’d put in. “All done!” You declared, and Elliot breathed a sigh of relief, smiling weakly at you. You returned the smile, but quickly looked away; you knew that you’d start blushing if you held his gaze for too long. “You should rest for a few hours,” you advised, “try and get some sleep. I’m just going to go and clean the needle-”

“Wait!” Elliot interrupted as you began to get up from your chair, and you looked back down at him. Elliot hesitated for a moment, but decided against telling you. “Thank you,” he stated, “for helping me.” You smiled warmly at him, nodding slightly, before you left the room to go and clean the needle you’d used to stitch his wound together again. Elliot decided he should tell you another time; he wasn’t feeling confident enough to yet.

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Hope you enjoyed it! ❤️

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[safin-supremacy]

Elliot Alderson X Reader (Requested prompt)

You were walking through the car park, nervous as you fidgeted with your hands; you’d noticed that you’d been followed and watched all day at work, and you were beginning to wonder if you were crazy. You would be dragged out of your thoughts when you heard hurried footsteps behind you, and you risked trying to look over your shoulder, but you quickly turned your head again when you saw the hooded figure. You decided to test them, turning left, and you could hear that they were still behind you. You began to walk faster, until you couldn’t stop yourself from beginning to run, frightened; you knew you had to make it to your car, and quick, until you came across a dead end; you then remembered, by testing your pursuer, that you’d made the wrong turn, and your car was on the other side. You would be forced to stop, turning around as you began to feel paralysed with fear - the man was holding up a gun to you.

Elliot was looking around for you in the car park, you’d agreed to talk to him about the whole Dark Army situation after work, but you’d forgotten after everything that had occurred during the day. Elliot stopped dead for a moment when he noticed you running, and a man chasing after you. As soon as the man began to pull the gun on you, he began to run towards the both of you, before he threw himself in front of you, getting shot instead of you.

You would be shocked, watching as Elliot collided with the concrete floor, pain written all over his face. “Elliot!” You cried, before you rushed to his side, crouching down beside him as you stared at the bullet hole in his black t-shirt; he had been shot in the abdomen. You looked up at the figure, who appeared to be just as shocked as you were. The man wore a look of fear on his face, one that told you that he would get into trouble for this. The man then turned, running away as fast as he could. You returned your attention to Elliot, your eyes glistening. “Elliot, please, say something!” You pleaded; he seemed disorientated for a few moments. You got an idea, feeling for your phone in your pocket, before you shakily pulled it out. “I’m going to call for an ambulance, okay?” You stated, your voice trembling. You were desperate as you spoke to the emergency services, and when they told you they’d send an ambulance your way, you ended the call, noticing Elliot looking up at you. “They’re coming to help you-”

“Stop talking,” Elliot whispered, his voice weak, “just listen to me. I know what to do now. I’m going to reverse the Dark Army’s malware-”

“Elliot, no-”

“And I’m going to send a document to their command and control centre, that way I’ll be able to take over one of their clients, and we’ll then know if-”

“Elliot!” You interrupted, and he fell quiet, groaning barely audibly as he felt himself beginning to lose consciousness; his vision was starting to go blurry. You knew something was wrong, and you felt yourself panicking again. “Elliot,” you whined, “Elliot, please!” When he didn’t respond, you began to gently shake him, your eyes full of tears. “No, no,” you murmured, lowering your head to connect your forehead to his as his eyelids began to flutter shut. “Please just hold on a little longer,” you begged, and would lift your head when you heard the ambulance sirens approaching. “They’re here,” you mused, looking down at Elliot, “you - you’re going to be okay, Elliot.”

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Hope you all enjoy! ❤️ I’ve been trying to experiment whilst writing for Elliot, but am slightly getting used to his character, or at least I think I am.

This prompt was requested by @nannoselliot

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[spellbound-banshee]

See You In 5 (Part 3) - Elliot Alderson

Summary: You and Elliot have been hanging out for a while now, but what happens when you need a little help from him?

Warnings: none really, just fluff

Pairing: Elliot Alderson x Reader

A/N: there’s quite a big time skip but just pretend you and Elliot have had lots of small talk together, i’ll explain below

Finally. Elliot thinks as he clocks out for work, quickly picking up his bag and giving one last friendly wave goodbye. Lunch wasn’t super often between you two, now that you were “needed” more by the boss your lunch breaks were cut shorter and shorter. But yesterday, yesterday was different.

--

“Hey.” The exclamation took him by surprise. It seemed stressed, like it just needed to get away for a while; his consciousness felt the same.

He turned to meet your eyes, being as though you hadn’t spoken in a bit he was surprised by your sudden greeting. “Hey.”

“Wanna get out of here?” With two quick glances to the side, he barely hesitated before grabbing his jacket and hopping towards the elevators. It was the same as before, you making most of the conversation and he gave you his jacket as you were walking. But something was off. Today you seemed just a bit quieter than normal, and he noticed.

You absentmindedly played with the ring of your water cup, the ice gradually melting and transferring as a wet ring around it. Your face was aimed at the floor, blinking methodically as your eyes seemed to count the dust mites on the ground. “Hey,” Elliot leaned forward, growing concerned, “what are you thinking about?”

You looked up at his soft voice, typically he didn’t talk too much if you were together, but this was a surprise. “I...” You weren’t sure what to say, there was so much on your mind yet so little to say. “I just really hate this boss, man.” The words you spoke were casual, but Elliot felt a hidden meaning behind them. 

-

Elliot shook off the memory, he needed to get home quickly so he could contact Darlene about the next phase of their plan. He knew she’d be waiting for his call or response, his phone had been off all day. Swiftly, he put on his hoodie and pulled up the hood, feeling a little foolish wearing it over a work shirt but it was freezing outside and he didn’t want to be recognizable to the potential co-worker on the street.

He walked by the E-Corp logo and the little circle in the middle of the outside workplace, noticing how his shoes sunk into the imperfections in the metal. There was a bench right next to the circle, he would always graze his fingers across the chipped wood. It felt like he was making his mark and one day, he would burn this monopoly to the ground. And they’d still be looking for the fingerprints.

As he approached the usually empty bench, he noticed there was a body lying across it. Normally he would brush it off and touch it anyway, but there was something unusual about this body. Not the fact that it was lying straight across the bench, but the fact that the high heeled shoes hung off the end of it, legs exposed even though it was below freezing. Wait.

“(Y/n)?” He asked, his voice raising a bit higher in panic. Sure enough, your head popped up, and even though the circle was dimly lit and the sky was black, he could see your face. Your eyes widened at the sight of him, you expected everybody had gone home already so you wouldn’t have to see anyone you knew.

“Elliot?” Your voice paralleled his surprise, and you tried to laugh off the initial embarrassment. “Hi...” Your voice trailed off, not really knowing how to cover up the fact that you were literally sleeping on a bench in your work clothes. 

“What are you doing here?” He came off more crass than he intended - almost as if you were sleeping on his turf - but you’d already messed with his head enough to make him fall out of his planned path.

“Well uh...” You decided coming up with an excuse was stupid - you were a shit liar - and Elliot was pretty smart from what you’d deduced so it wouldn’t work on multiple levels. “E-Coin messed up everyone’s shit so the public transportation is unavailable until the brown-outs stop. My apartment is quite a long way so I decided I should... stay... on this bench.” It was downright embarrassing, but then again, where else would you go? You had no friends in the city and your place was too far to walk. You’d just spray yourself with some perfume in the morning and pretend like nothing happened.

Elliot was at a loss for words, someone as beautiful as you didn’t have a partner’s place to stay? Or friends you could call? “That sucks.” Was all he could say, but the bluntness of the phrase made you chuckle.

“Yeah, I guess it does.” You nodded your head before shrugging and laying your purse down to use as a pillow. You’d accepted your fate, there was little else you could do about it.“Well, I don’t want to keep you, I’m sure it’s a long walk to your apartment and it’s cold so I’ll see you-”

“No.” Elliot interrupted your thoughts, and you tiled your head in mild annoyance at him - you swore you’d never understand how his mind worked. “No, um... just... you could come stay with me... if you want.”

“Oh Elliot, that’s so nice, but I wouldn’t want to-”

“You wouldn’t.” Elliot seemed to read your mind, his hands still deep in his hoodie pockets. “I insist, it’s the least I could do.” He pressed, his voice still low as he anticipated your reaction - you didn’t know him super well, only the surfac-y stuff, and now he was asking you to stay at his apartment. You might get murdered, but at least it was warm - you’re assuming.

“Are you sure?” You asked for the last time, and he nodded his head. “Okay, thank you. Lead the way, El.”

-

He shut the door softly behind you as you walked into his small apartment. The walk there was freezing and it felt good to have some indoor air warm your body. “I don’t have people over... very often.” He said as he brushed past you to clean a couple of things off of his coffee table. You just smiled at his thought process and began to look around the apartment, your high-heeled shoes clicking across the hardwood floor. The sound was deafening, the silence and tension in the room was so thick you could almost see it - it strangled you like a weighted blanket.

He seemed to analyze your body movements and facial expressions as you took in the sights around you. Analytical, there was something less surfac-y you could think about. His apartment had minimal decoration, he had a couple of (what you assumed to be) family photos up, a small kitchen-ish area, a couch with a small tv and his bedroom with a huge monitor set up by the window. “I like your place.” You finally said, causing him to let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

You were temped to go into the “bedroom” area and further analyze the family photos, but you weren’t sure if that was inappropriate. From a distance, they looked happy, and you wondered why he never walked about them.

After he felt satisfied with the way he’d straightened up and brushed off the couch, he gestured for you to sit. Smiling warmly, you sat on the couch and found yourself sinking into it - you adjusted yourself with a small giggle and flailing arms.

“You... must be super uncomfortable.” He broke the silence with his soft voice and you tiled your head in confusion. Without another word he began to take long strides to his bedroom, then to his closet. He pulled out a pair of seemingly old sweatpants from a box and a t-shirt - stuff he wears to bed during the winter. The heater was fucked up so it wasn’t as warm as he’d like it, but he figured you were freezing after being out on that bench for god knows how long.

You smiled out of gratitude as he handed you the clothing. “Bathroom is,” he pointed behind him, “that way.” Again, you smiled and hoisted yourself up from the couch, awkwardly sauntering into the bathroom, your feet throbbing from the skinny heels.

-

“Do you uh... do you need anything else?” Elliot asked as he handed you a glass of water. You’d just walked out of the bathroom in his clothes and were a bit surprised by the sudden glass in your face but you gladly took it. You noticed he stripped off his hoodie but hadn’t changed out of his slacks yet, leaving him in his work shirt.

“I think you’ve done enough.” You said with a small chuckle, but continued so he wouldn’t take it the wrong way. “You’re too sweet, Elliot. This means a lot to me.” You plopped back down on the couch and took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the dusty couch and dim apartment. The couch smelled faintly of weed and cheap cologne, you imagined Elliot smelled something like that.

“You cool sleeping on the couch?” 

“Yeah, of course!” You confirmed, placing your water down on the table after a few big gulps and feeling yourself becoming tired. “I really can’t thank you enough, I owe you one, El.”

You noticed he smiled a bit when you said that. “El?”

“Yeah, it’s... shorter.” Once again, you were met with that coy smile and a brief nod to confirm that he liked it. 

“Shit,” he whispered suddenly, “you need...” He quickly turned around and grabbed one of the un-used pillows off his bed and dragged a blanket out of his closet. Subtly, he sniffed the sheets just to make sure he wasn’t giving you dirty stuff, and you had to stifle a giggle to make him feel better.

You smiled warmly, “thank you.” He handed you the items and you got yourself comfy - it wasn’t the best couch to sleep on but you were eternally grateful that you’d be sleeping on a squeaky couch and not a wooden bench. You placed the pillow under your neck and wrapped yourself in the cover, it wasn’t itchy but it wasn’t particularly soft either.

There was a moment or two of awkward silence, you didn’t want to thank him again as you felt like 3 or 4 times was enough. You tucked yourself under the blanket and smiled, nuzzling into the cushions. 

“Uh... goodnight...” He shifted uncomfortably, obviously not used to company in his house - let alone someone who liked him and didn’t try to break in. He also didn’t think either of you were in a place to be “friends” and talk until 3 in the morning.

“Yeah... goodnight.” You weren’t sure what to say back, so you just nuzzled back into the couch and pretended like you were tired enough to fall asleep right there. “Wake me up in the morning, yeah?”

“Yeah, yeah.” He nodded, wringing his hands together before turning on his heel and heading to his bed. He took one last look at you before stepping behind a wall in attempt to shield his half-nakedness - he didn’t want to sleep in his hoodie but he also didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.

After he got changed, he settled into bed and stared up at the ceiling, attempting to calm his breathing. He counted the number of times he heard you shift on the couch, wondering if you were asleep or restless. He counted the number of times he forced himself to stay still in his attempt for rest, not wanting to wake you if you were a light sleeper. 

He also counted the number of times he asked himself why he cared.

-

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