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yns-world · 2 years

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uninvited guest - yan! elliot alderson x reader

title: uninvited guest

pairing: yan! elliot alderson x reader

tags: racially ambiguous, gender neutral reader, any size reader

summary: elliot breaks in but something else happens 😏

warnings: break in, stalker behavior, slight nsfw

a/n: @westernbaby here is your request for topping yan! elliot <3 ALSO I'M SO IN LOVE WITH THIS GIF I NEED TO USE IT ALL THE TIME NOW

Elliot didn’t mean any of this-- truly, he never did. In a way, he was astonished himself to see his perfect plan unravel in front of his eyes. He never predicted for you to be awake; he never intended to scare you; he never prepared for you to react so violently.

I mean, really, what did you expect Elliot to do when he saw your open window? Elliot’s been on the edge of his seat for weeks ever since he met you and fell into an endless well of love for you. Your window was just an open invitation.

But what puzzled Elliot was how did this go wrong? He was always so careful, so attentive to every detail, so how did he mess up so badly for this to be happening? Elliot’s been watching you for weeks, so he knew all of your habits by heart. You should be asleep right now, you have such a long day tomorrow. It’s not like you had any important show that you needed to catch up on or work you needed to finish, so why were you up?

That’s no longer important-- what is important is how well you can fight back. Your reaction speed completely took Elliot off-guard, he didn’t expect you to throw your iron flask directly at his head-- but then again, tonight was an unexpected night for you both.

The night seemed to get worse as you were close enough to throw punches, one of which landed straight in his jaw. This pissed him off. Why were you putting up a fight? You were the one that practically beckoned him into your home.

After the first punch, Elliot switched tactics. Clearly, playing defense wasn’t getting anywhere, so it was time to shift into offense.

You attempted to swing a second time but Elliot caught both of your wrists, his teeth clenching and a look of fury blazing in his eyes. In any other situation, that silent rage would’ve been terrifying. The worst part was that when you stared into his hateful eyes, you saw nothing but your own reflection.

But your own curiosity was your downfall. In the single moment where you took a glance into his eyes, Elliot was able to catch you off-guard and pushed you onto the floor so he was straddling you. Luckily, your self-defense lessons finally kicked in and you remembered a maneuver that flipped the table on Elliot so now you were straddling his hips and pinning his arms down.

The grunting and squirming from both of you came to a freeze when you felt a certain prick in your groin. A hush fell in the dark apartment, but even in the darkness you could feel the heat radiating off Elliot. He was thankful that you couldn’t see the blush creeping up his face.

Such a sick, pathetic creature. To be turned on in a situation like this? But Elliot couldn’t help it. His subconscious fantasies were finally coming to life and he was too scared to wake up. He didn’t want this to end.

The small voice of reason in your head was drowned out by the instincts that pulsed through your blood. All it took was a single roll of your hips on his groin, and you earned a soft whimper in response.

The moonlight from the open window spilled into the room, illuminating the scene-- Elliot’s fists unballed themselves so they rested on the hardwood floor, palms open. His mouth opened ever-so-slightly, and his cheeks a bright red as he stared at you with half-lidded eyes swirling with a pool of devotion and need. All previous traces of anger gone as he lay beneath you, squirming for more.

“Please,” he breathed, his voice coming out in a whiny tone, “do that again.”

With a single look at his needy state, you couldn’t help but do as he wanted. After another roll of your hips, you could feel a wet spot form underneath Elliot’s pants.

“So soon?” You mockingly asked, looking at him with a pitiful look, “we’ve only just begun.”

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angstyandromanticwriting · 1 year

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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 · 1 year

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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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ponyosmom35 · 8 months

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I remember you (Elliot x OC)

Elliot Alderson x Original Character

Synopsis: The reader was dating Elliot before he forgot who he was, she never left his side. and months later he remembers.

He clutches his head as memories flash through his eyes.

There she was, standing in a dress, her hair was curled and she had a smile on her face as she opened the door to see who’d knocked. This woman, the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen in his life. All of the air is stolen from his lungs as he meets her eyes. Her aqua-colored eyes. After seeing the note she posted in the mail room about needing help with her computer, Elliot was curious. He surprised himself by responding to the ad and emailing her. Two days later he stood in front of her door, his heart beating out of his chest. His palms sweating. He’d never felt this way before.

“Hi, Elliot I assume?” she asks

“Uh yeah” he responds awkwardly

“I’m Willow, and I cannot thank you enough for answering! I tried taking it to a shop but they wanted to charge me $200, this was kinda my last resort” she explains

“I’m happy to help”

“I hope you’re good, because I don’t know the first thing about computers” she says “come on in”

Elliot follows her into her apartment, the layout the exact same as his. She’d decorated the place well, it looked like a home. She had tons of plants brightening up the space, as well as wall art covering every inch of space. A lot of color. He noticed her large bookshelf, a gorgeous color-coded collection. Her windows had sheer multicolored curtains which kept her entire apartment incredibly visible from onlookers. She had no tv and a large cat lying in the center of her bed. Her desk sat in front of the window just like his own, giving her a view of the apartments across the street. He wondered if they could see into her space just as well. The thought made him sick to his stomach.

“Here it is” she says leading him over to the desk, her MacBook sits in the middle of the desk, perfectly aligned with the planner next to it. As soon as he laid eyes on it, he could tell that it was a simple fix. Five minutes max. A part of him felt disappointed that it wasn’t a large project to keep him in her apartment for hours.

“I see what’s going on, its no problem” he says as he begins typing in a code

“Oh my gosh you are literally a lifesaver, I need this for work like seriously my entire life is on this dumb computer”

“Fuck me” he curses

“Elliot what’s wrong?” she asks

“No I told you, dinner is on me as a thank you” she smiles as she sits across from him in the diner. “What sounds good?” she asks

“I’m not sure”

“Well I can recommend their garden burger, it’s one of the best I’ve ever had”

“Garden burger?” he asks

“Oh I’m a vegetarian by choice. I watched an animal cruelty doc in high school and now I’m scared for life”

“Okay, I’ll try it” he nods

“Really? Nobody has ever actually listened to my recommendations before” she laughs

“If I hate it then that means you’ll just have to take me out again” he says, smiling at her

“Deal” she smirks

“you’re scaring me”

“How did you get into coding? It seems like such a niche skill” she asks as they walk down the street side by side. His jacket slid over her shoulders.

“My dad taught me my first code, I taught myself the rest” he shrugs

“Why?”

“I always found it to be interesting, the power of hacking into something and being able to see all of the secrets someone’s hiding. You can see exactly who someone is, no sugar coating no lies. You can always trust a code” he admits, shocked that he felt comfortable enough to actually say any of this out loud.

“Have you ever hacked me?” she asks quietly

“No”

“Why not?”

“You’re different, not like the rest. You don’t rely on technology to survive. I wanted to know you” he says

“I’m glad you responded to my ad Elliot” she smiles

“Me too”

“Do you want me to call Darlene?” she asks

Elliot stands to his feet and scrambles to his door to see who would be knocking at 9 pm. He looks through the peephole and there she was. He rips the door open and stares at her in concern. Before he could say a word she drops her head as her lips tremble. Tears fall down her cheeks and Elliot panics.

“What’s wrong?” he asks

“My boss, he asked me to dinner tonight to discuss our big meeting on Friday. But he never even brought it up, he told me that If I didn’t sleep with him then I would lose my job. I can’t afford to lose my job, Elliot! I love what I do, fuck I don’t know what I’m gonna do” she responds. His body is filled with rage as he takes in her words.

“What did you say?” he asks

“I told him I had to go and I ran straight here” she sniffles

Elliot pulls her into his arms, holding her body close to his as he lets her cry. He clutches onto her hair, smoothing it gently. He’d never been comfortable with touch before, yet at the moment he’d met this girl he wanted to touch her skin, feel how soft it would be. He craved her like nothing before.

“I’m gonna fix this, don’t worry” he promises as he places a kiss on her head.

“Please say something!” she pleads

Elliot had just gotten off of work. He hated his new job. A simple programmer, protecting Allsafe from any potential hacks. The simplicity of it was nice, yet he craved more. He was capable of so much more. He sets his bag down and sits on his couch. He was tired, after he’d spent the night talking to Willow’s boss, he hacked him and exposed him to the police for money laundering. He’d stolen millions. He closes his eyes to attempt to get some rest when a hand slams on the door, pounding angrily. He gets up and opens it to see WIllow.

She pushes past him and walks into the center of his apartment and crosses her arms. “Did you hack my boss?”

“Yes” he shrugs

“He got arrested at work today, they said he was stealing money” she snaps, he does not respond and stares at her blankly. “You can’t just do things like this Elliot!”

“I was protecting you” he says, causing her to stare at him with an unknown emotion in her eyes.

“Its not your job to protect me, you put yourself at risk”

“I don’t make mistakes, and I don’t leave evidence behind” he says moving closer to her

“I can take care of myself” she says in a small voice as he stands mere inches from her.

“I know you can”

“So why do this?”

“He made you upset, he tried to hurt you. He doesn’t t get to go free after that”

“Why does that matter to you?” she asks

“Because you - you’re everything to me Will”

“I - what?” she asks

“I refuse to let anyone hurt you ever again”

Elliot places a hand on her cheek and kisses her gently. She gasps in shock and melts into his hold. The touch of her skin against his makes him feel alive. This is what he’d been searching for his entire life. Peace washes over his anxious brain. All of the loneliness that consumed his nights melted away. This was it, this was everything.

His eyes finally focus on her own, noticing the panic in her eyes as her tears threaten to spill. Two years’ worth of memories flooded him. All of the unconditional love and support she’d given him. The hours she held him while his body fought his anxiety. The way she would curl into his chest at night, tucking herself into him. Her loud laugh bounced off the walls of the apartment as she forced him to dance. He was happy, he was loved. And he’d forgotten her. Treated her horribly. She’d never said a word about who she was to him. Despite all of his words she stayed by his side.

“I remember” he says simply

“What?”

“I remember us”

“Don’t fuck with me like that Elliot” she warns, stepping back. He reaches out and grips her arm out of instinct.

“Your real name is Margaret, after your grandmother, but you go by your middle name” he says, watching as her tears fall. “You’re a Taurus and your favorite flowers are roses even though you’re allergic. You are my girlfriend, the woman I love. You are real”

“El?” she asks

Elliot pulls her into a hug, holding her as though she may disappear any second. Willow breaks down into tears and cries into his shoulder. Her entire body shakes as she sobs.

“Fuck I’m so sorry - I can’t even begin to apologize for what I’ve done”

“It’s not your fault”

“I left you”

“I knew something was wrong, it wasn’t you. I’ve been waiting for you to come back to me” she says as he wipes her tears

“You knew?”

“I wasn’t sure, but I knew that he wasn’t you. I’m just so glad that your back” she smiles

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bi-bard · 2 years

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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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your-democracy-is-fucked · 3 years

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My bug.

(Mastermind x reader)

[AN: DONT know what this is but ya know that’s most of my writings. Uhhh tagging @edteche2 cause she’s my only mr robot friend currently)

He loved her. He didn’t pretend, not like with everyone else in elliots life. He loved her fully. Her smile, her eyes in the morning, her soft touch when he was breaking inside.

He needed her, he needed her like he needed morphine, she was his bug.

His systems bug. The one that would fix him or kill him. He hoped it was the ladder of the two. He knew Mr.robot thought she was a virus at first. A flaw in the code he had crafted so carefully.

She laughed and he felt his stomach clench, his heart race when she looked at him. Is this what elliot always felt around her? Is this what he knew from the second she stepped into his life? That she was one of the rare good ones?

Her eyes. He loved those most, they didn’t hide anything, not with him, they told him everything she said was the truth.

He wondered if that’s why Elliot had more then one disk on her. He used to let her take photos, let her have moments captured just for her. He had them printed out, saved in an old shoe box.

He found himself looking at them, while she slept, ones of her and Elliot on the boardwalk, in the old Ferris wheel, one of her, laying asleep, the blanket tucked up against her, Elliot had taken it.

He loved her. He didn’t think he could love, he didn’t know much of the world outside the mission mr robot had given him. But he knew. He loved her.

Krista asked about her, he was honest then.

‘It sounds like, you love her Elliot, that’s a good thing, you let her in...’

He let her in....he let the bug in and make a home, in his system.

It wasn’t scary, not in the slightest.

He needed her. Her touch made him calm, her kiss felt like it was healing all the cracks inside him, she was his bug.

Fixing him.

He embraced this new coding. she wouldn’t be just another memory. She would be his forever. Even if Elliot fought him.

She was good. She was safe. She was home.

“I love you”

his voice sounded like a question, she looked up at him, her legs hitched up around his hips, he hadn’t been paying attention, they were in the middle of kissing, maybe that’s what made his mind think of everything. His hand was resting on her ribs, his thumb brushing the soft skin.

Her hand reached up, cupping his cheek, he leaned into her touch, needing it, craving it.

“I love you too. So much”

He believed her. Knew she didn’t lie.

“My bug”

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sophielovesbarnes · 5 years

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Requests open

Hello lovies 💖 I’m working on the second chapter of LULLF and I’ve been rewriting the same scene for almost an hour so I decided I need to work on something different so I will be taking requests for headcanons and oneshots for the following characters:

Bucky Barnes

Peter Parker

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Eddie Brock

Elliot Alderson

Neal Caffrey

Draco Malfoy

Cedric Diggory

Harry Potter

Just send me an ask if you want anything ❤️

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poptod · 4 years

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October 1st (Elliot Alderson x Reader)

Description: He waits until the last moment and it’s too late.

Notes: i wrote a love letter to my friend but im never gonna send it so im profiting off my misery. gender neutral as usual

Word Count: 1.9k

Sad, sick people have a tendency of gravitating towards each other, whether or not they're aware of the illness of the other person. You know this quite well – in your rather sick childhood, where your mind was plagued with thoughts of self hatred, most of the friends you made were just about as sad as you. Looking back, it is a rather horrifying thought considering you were only twelve and so ready to die. Your mother said you were exaggerating, and that makes sense. Things were dramatized back then. But there's a flicker of truth in there, a small part within the soul that truly believed they should be dead. There's no sicker thought than that.

This trait, that part of yourself, carried through into adulthood. Unfortunate, really – that means it isn't just teenage drama, it isn't just your peers or your family. It's you. You look at yourself in the mirror and realize with tired, drooping eyes that it was always you. There's a quote – something along the lines of, "some people grow sad very young, and I know this, for I am one."

Elliot is sort of like that, too. Well, the two of you get on fine – in both life and within your friendship – and you don't really need to talk about it. You're both well aware of the others' problems, but it doesn't need to be mentioned. All you do is sit in cafe's together so neither of you are approached by creepy people and smoke together at his apartment. It doesn't need to be more than that.

Despite that barrier in your head, he's still your best friend. Maybe because he's one of your only friends, the other being an internet friend who you visit every now and then. Oh well. You lead a pretty sedentary lifestyle – you don't need a lot of friends. Just one to hang around.

Still, he does get around sometimes. He gets up out of nowhere, you ask where he's off to, and he says out. Most of the time he doesn't let you come, but this time he has and he's just wandering around. Looking at people and rationalizing their presence, watching the birds on benches, staring at shopfronts. For a moment you think to ask why he'd take such excursions in such cold weather, but with a glance to his peaced out face you know he doesn't have an answer.

You suppose that's just fine – there's something about fall that has you enjoying time outdoors. The piles of golden and red leaves pushed up against the sides of the streets, the coffee signs in front of every cafe, each with their own drawings of steaming coffee, and of course the scents in the air. It's not a particularly nice part of the city, but it has a fair share of restaurants and most smell of apple cider and cinnamon. The taste of pumpkin is also there; probably because you're sitting next to a Starbucks.

People pass by you donned in fuzzy jackets and long scarves. You look a bit like them; you're not a fan of the cold, so you have mittens, a hat, boots, and a scarf. Elliot on the other hand is much the same, as usual, and you don't expect him to ever stray from that routine. You like his routine. It's familiar.

"I'm leaving soon," you finally blurt out, a topic barely in your conscious mind but ravaging your subconscious. It's both good and bad news, considering the trip is for getting a doctorate, but it's clear he doesn't feel the same way. His eyes widen and he looks to you almost incredulously.

"Where?" He asks.

"Berlin. They've got this program for foreign students. I'll finally be able to get my doctorate in linguistics," you say, nodding to yourself. "I, um... I don't know if I'll be back."

"Why not?" He asks in a softer, rougher voice.

"It's an expensive move, you know? And there aren't that many jobs for linguists here.. at least, there's more in Europe," you half mumble, staring at your fidgeting fingers.

He gets up and leaves. Without another word except an astounded stare out into space, he stands and leaves you on the bench. You almost go after him, but he's got that look about him, and you know he's a little lost in thought. It'll be fine – you won't leave for a little while (not until October, actually), which gives you some real time with Elliot, if that's what he wants. As hard as it is for people to read him, you have a knack for it. That's probably why he spends any time at all with you.

You're going to miss him quite a lot. Lying in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling in your sleep clothes, the clock well past midnight, you wonder if he'll miss you too. He hasn't talked to you since you told him, which you did a good week or so ago now. Guilt settles deep in your chest – he's a man of routine and you're seriously breaking it. Fortunately, it's not really your problem. You have your own life and it doesn't revolve around what makes him comfortable.

You still feel bad about it, though.

About two weeks before you're set to leave he finally texts you, telling you to come visit him, and though he doesn't say it you know he means one last time. You get it right before you're about to get in the bath, and instantly you reach for the drain, unplugging it to let it drain while you redress yourself. Something nice – not your sweatpants, no matter how warm they are in the late September chill.

Outside rain falls in great sheets, battering down on the already dead leaves and the many, many busy people. Most everyone you pass by is dressed in black – black coats, black pants, black umbrellas. It's like they're mourning a death, though the only death you can think of is that of summer. You don't have an umbrella in your bag, but there's enough people on the streets with umbrellas and enough overhangs that you manage to stay mostly-dry, till the crowd thins out around Elliot's apartment and you get drenched. Droplets of water run down your fully-soaked hair, falling cold on your eyelashes and turning your nose a blushing pink.

Excitement pounds through your heart at the prospect of seeing your friend again. People at your workplace are nice, but no one is quite as intricate or interesting like he is. Every person is special, as are you, but you find yourself looking for the same traits in all your friends. A sort of quiet person with far too much beneath the surface. That's the only way you know how to describe what exactly Elliot is – well, he's kind. Soft-spoken, usually. Lost in his thoughts. Distant. Compassionate, and surprisingly, warm. You don't hug him much but he's warm, and for some reason you never expect it.

He lights the joint, taking a few puffs to ensure it's working before handing it to you, leaning over the small couch so you can reach. Smoke clouds itself in your lungs, forming pockets of dry, happy thoughts in your head. It all comes out with your exhale, like the freeze of hot breath in winter and the fog of dry ice.

"I love you," you say. Blurting is becoming a bad habit for you, but that's okay. You won't see him for a long time, and you need to get it out, no matter how surprised Elliot looks. He always looks a little surprised. "You know that, right?"

He laughs – he actually laughs. A smile spreads across his usually dull cheeks, and a blush crosses him, pink around his grin and pronounced in his ears and the tip of his rounded nose. You can't help it so you smile with him, absorbing the entirety of his fluster. He's always so closed off. Maybe you help him out of that hole, but it's mostly wishful thinking that drives your thought process towards that.

A cloud of smoke releases itself from Elliot's mouth. He doesn't say anything in relation to your announcement, but you don't particularly expect him to. He's a little odd when it comes to affection. You don't mind it in the least, too caught up in memorizing his little movements and his breathy sighs to bother with the tough things.

So that's it. You spend one more afternoon-into-evening with him, and you don't see him again, not at the airport, not over text or Skype. There was a chance of that – you knew that, but it still disappoints and saddens you to watch the ground disappear, the last memory of your Elliot from several days ago. It feels as though it's already fading despite the fact that you remember every detail of your time with him. How could you forget?

Fidgeting with your bag on the plane, you close your eyes and wonder what things will be like when you get back, if you ever do. Your bag is a little like his jacket – a comfort, with fringes that are easy to fidget with, as much as it might annoy the person sitting next to you. Anxiously you dig your hand into your bag, looking for your anxiety meds, only for your fingers to brush against paper.

You don't have paper in your bag.

Pinching it between your fingers, you pull the paper out, revealing an envelope with your name on it. With shaking hands you tear open the glue, unfolding a note scrawled onto leaf paper. There aren't any lines for guiding, but the words are perfectly spaced.

(Y/N),

I'm not sure if I'll ever send this to you. Maybe not – everything is so unsure right now. My constants in this hectic state of the world are few and most are not good. My job, my scars, my anxiety, they never go away but neither do you. It may seem inconsequential to you – you're likable and you have other friends, but I don't. Not really. I have you, though, and it often feels like that's enough.

I always wanted a forever person; someone there throughout all life for better or worse. A bit like tonight – it ended with a bar fight, but somehow I enjoyed it. I looked to you and you were grinning and bashing a guy's head in, and somehow that made me smile. It's always better with you. I don't talk about that enough.

You're the good in the world. I find it hard to believe, much less articulate, how good you are. How kind. Understanding. Creative, open, pure in the best way. You make me want to become a better person, and isn't that what humans strive for? A connection with someone who makes you believe the world is capable of good, someone that makes you believe you'll be alright – so long as you stick by their side.

I don't write these kinds of things. You know that – I don't like bringing my deeper emotions to light. But you're safe and I trust you; I just hope you understand how special you are to me. You deserve so much good and I wish I could give that to you. I can't give you what I want to give you, but I will always be your friend, no matter what.

Elliot

He wrote this a while ago. That bar fight was a year or so ago – is that how long he's been keeping this letter back? Is this why he asked you to come over? ... Is this his attempt to get you to stay?

The plane's already over the ocean. You can't even see the shore anymore.

You realize just a little too late that he's the good in the world.

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xmxisxforxmaybe · 4 years

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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 💚☘️)

I LOVE THIS REQUEST. And I LOVE YOU, Anon 💚

“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.

#Elliot Alderson #elliot alderson x reader #mr robot fanfiction #elliot alderson fanfiction

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po11ybius · 4 years

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Oh boy, here I go kinning again

Stuart ‘2D’ Potts - Gorillaz Morty Smith - Rick and Morty Josh Washington - Until Dawn Polybius - Urban Legend Jack Wynad - BioShock Warden/Mark Davis - Superjail! Sal Fisher - Sally Face

Primary

Spinel - Steven Universe

Handsome Jack - Borderlands 2

Connor / Rk800 - Detroit Become Human Manny/Doi - Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared Augustus Sinclair - BioShock 2 Elizabeth Comstock / Anna DeWitt - BioShock Infinite Popee - Popee The Performer Jay Merrick - Marble Hornets Elliot Alderson - Mister Robot Eddie Kaspbrak - It Pietro - Animal Crossing John Hancock - Fallout 4 Secondary

Eleven - Stranger Things Sonic - Sonic The Hedgehog Standford Pines - Gravity Falls

Red -Pokemon red/blue

Pearl - Steven Universe Lapis - Steven Universe Tetsuo Shima - Akira Harley Quinn - DC comics Peter B Parker - Into the Spiderverse Steve Rodgers - Captain America Crona Gorgon - Soul Eater Colin the Computer - Don’t Hug me I’m Scared Mugman - Cuphead Augustine Sycamore - Pokemon X&Y N - Pokemon Black&White Kazuichi Souda - Danganronpa 2 Nagito Komaeda Danganronpa 2 Dib - Invader Zim Courage - Courage the Cowardly Dog Peter Graham - Hereditary Dani Ardor - Midsommar Leslie Withers - The Evil Within Jay Gatsby - The Great Gatsby Masada - Yumenikki

#kin list

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bohemian-napsodyy · 4 years

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Simple Joys (Elliot Alderson x Reader)

Request: long story short, MORE DANCING WITH ELLIOT -- requested by anon

Word Count: this is a smol guy -- only 650 words!

Warnings: like... 0 :)

A/N: i imagine this to kinda be part of my AU/headcanon ending to Mr Robot, where Elliot meets you after remembering his past, and you’ve been together for almost a year now and he’s actually like... getting help? and he knows now that he’s not alone because he has you??? and he’s on the road to recovery and also on the road to bEING HAPPY???

maybe I’m killing the entire point of the show, but Elliot Alderson needs a happy ending for once and I’m 110% here to give him the love he deserves ❤️

also I heard this song for the first time in literally 12 years today and it was the inspiration for this fic, but you can imagine whatever song you’d like of course!

(I SPY A CUTIE 😭)

Today was a good day.

Maybe it had something to do with the fact that you actually didn’t have a crap day at work for once, or maybe it was because you finally taught Flipper to roll over after weeks of failed practice.

Or maybe you just had one too many cups of coffee.

Whatever it was, it got you up off your feet and dancing. You had put on your favourite retro playlist and stood up with a smile, spinning in a small circle and humming along to the song that began playing.

You felt Elliot’s curious gaze on you as you began dancing like a fool in the living room with Flipper, who had immediately leaped out of her bed the moment you stood up.

You glanced over at Elliot sitting at his desk, his work long abandoned. He was actually smiling at you as he watched you dance. You even heard him let out a little chuckle as Flipper jumped onto her hind legs and hopped around excitedly.

You froze at the sound.

Elliot Alderson, actually laughing? And he wasn’t high??

Today was definitely a good day.

You swayed over to him along to the beat, extending your hand in invitation.

“Come on!” You exclaimed with a smile, wiggling your fingers playfully. “Come dance with us.”

Elliot glanced at you, then at Flipper, who was pacing back and forth excitedly. He raised an eyebrow as he questioned your request silently.

“Elliot, you’ve danced with me before!” you laughed, grabbing his hand gently and giving it a little tug. You smiled as you pulled him out of his chair and into your arms.

“Just like last time,” you whispered, stepping closer and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. To your surprise, Elliot smirked, tugging you against him before snatching your hand and twirling you through a spin.

You finished back in his arms, your back against him as he rested his free hand gently on your hip.

“You’re getting better at this,” you whispered, spinning back to face him just so you could kiss him gently on the cheek. Elliot smiled at you, his lips quirking up into your favourite tiny smile of his.

“I’m getting more practice, I guess.”

You heard Flipper let out a tiny yip, before leaping back onto her hind legs again. You bent down and picked her up with a little giggle as you began to sway back and forth with her in your arms.

To your surprise, Elliot kept dancing. You smiled as he finally began to let loose, moving in a circle to the beat with his arms flailing almost adorably in the air.

He caught your eye as he spun back around, and you couldn’t keep the smile off your face when you saw the absolute joy in his eyes.

It had been a long time since you saw your boyfriend this happy.

“Shouldn’t we get dinner started soon?” You asked with a laugh as Elliot took Flipper from you and set her down before lacing his fingers between yours and began once again to sway with you to the beat. In response, Elliot only shrugged before leaning his head on your shoulder, his grip on your waist increasing ever so slightly as he pulled you in as close to him as possible.

“I’m not hungry yet,” Elliot answered softly, stepping along with you in a small circle to the beat. “Are you?”

“Nah,” you smiled to yourself as Elliot started humming along to the music quietly. “This is much more fun.”

Elliot smiled at you almost gratefully, before pulling you in for a soft and passionate kiss.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah, El?”

“...We should dance together more often.”

You couldn’t help but beam at his suggestion.

“So can I sign you up for dance classes with me now?”

Elliot stiffened at your words, and it took all you had to bite back the laugh that was bubbling up inside.

“...no.”

That time, your laugh did escape.

“One day, El. One day.”

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yns-world · 2 years

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I absolutely adored the Elliot fic and I was wondering if I could request yandere Elliot in a relationship with the reader? ^^

Yandere Elliot Relationship Headcanons

a/n: thank you!! i haven’t been able to post in a while because i’ve been so busy moving and starting my new job. with that being said, it would be super helpful if you guys could leave a tip or commission a piece :) i would appreciate it very much, thank you <3

You thought his nervous habits and possessive tendencies were cute, its what attracted you to him

But this is Elliot we’re talking about, and there’s something deeply, fundamentally wrong with him.

With Elliot, you would never feel an ounce of love or affection from him. His wall would only build higher as you two got “closer” (you finally became aware of his presence and wished him a good morning once)

Normal Elliot is a self-sabotager, he has always been and always will be. So yandere Elliot will only be worse.

There’s a very low chance that y’all would even date, and even if you do manage to do that, it won’t last longer than two months.

He has a very toxic mindset, his intrusive thoughts range from wanting to be locked away in Alcatraz to having you chained in his basement.

In short, Elliot’s never happy unless he’s miserable.

You could do absolutely nothing and Elliot would just assume that you’re fucking someone and that you never loved him in the first place-- that’s just how he is, and nothing can fix him.

this took longer to write because i had trouble imagining elliot as a yandere lover, but then i realized he just wouldn’t be a lover, period. after i came to that conclusion, it all clicked in my head and i was able to write again LMAO

if you enjoyed this, please consider reblogging since it does more than likes :)

as always, check my pinned post for request rules <3

i hope y’all have a great day, and i’ll catch y’all in the next post ;)

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angstyandromanticwriting · 1 year

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Elliot Alderson X Reader Angsty Love Confession Prompt

!TW: Anxiety, implied mention of self harm and suicide (as a worry), implied suffering from depression, hint to plan of committing suicide, implied plan of self harming, phrase ‘dead body’!

“Can’t you see that there are people who care about you, Y/n?” Elliot asked, his voice trembling briefly; he was worried because you’d locked yourself in the bathroom after you’d been fighting with him, and he didn’t want to lose you or see that you’d hurt yourself again. “That I care about you?” Elliot pried, desperate for you to open the door and show him that you were okay, but you felt as if you couldn’t. “Why are you even doing this, Y/n?” Elliot questioned, a hint of frustration in his voice.

You grimaced; you thought that maybe he could guess why you were doing this. “I’m doing this because this is just too much for me now, Elliot,” you expressed, your eyes beginning to glisten over with tears, “I can’t act like this anymore; like I don’t love you..” Elliot frowned, bowing his head slightly. “But you keep proving to me, or showing me that you could never love me, and - do you know how much that hurts, Elliot?” You inquired, and Elliot began to feel guilty; he did have feelings for you, but he just didn’t want things to change between you and him so drastically. “Are you even still listening to me?” You questioned, and Elliot wouldn’t know what to say, subconsciously connecting his forehead to the door. “Fine,” you muttered, “don’t worry; you won’t have to bother looking after me ever again soon-”

“No-!” Elliot exclaimed, becoming even more desperate as he attempted to open the door again, and he even tried to throw himself against it; he didn’t want to lose you. “I can’t lose you, again!” Elliot cried, and you hesitantly set the razor back down on the shelf. “Don’t make me lose you again,” Elliot begged, his voice weak; he was trying not to cry.

You hesitantly stood up, leaning against the bathroom door. “So - You’d only believe that I love you when you’re on the verge of losing me?” You guessed, and Elliot winced, a pained expression on his face.

“No!” Elliot claimed, silently begging you to open the door. “Why - Why would you even think that, Y/n?” Elliot inquired, and you grunted; you couldn’t believe that he was being so oblivious.

“Seriously, Elliot?” You retorted, and Elliot fell quiet, wishing he’d treated you differently in the past. “You never believe me! If I told you I loved you tomorrow, would you even believe me?” You asked, and Elliot nodded quickly.

“Of course I would,” Elliot answered, and you scoffed.

“You’re only saying that because you don’t want to deal with a dead body in your bathroom,” you uttered, and Elliot shook his head, a hurt look on his face.

“Look,” Elliot began nervously, “I didn’t want to tell you like this, Y/n, but - You’re leaving me no other options - I-.. I love you, Y/n, I was just too scared to tell you before, and - I can’t ignore my feelings any longer, I see that now; I don’t want to hurt you anymore. I see that we should stop dancing around it, b-because all it’s doing is hurting us both; I should have known before that this would happen, and I’m sorry for being so blind.”

You reluctantly opened the bathroom door, and Elliot expressed relief, before he threw his arms around you. You held him at arm’s length, and he suddenly found that he felt too nervous to look you in the eyes. You grimaced, a hurt look on your face; you were beginning to think that he hadn’t meant what he’d previously said. “You were lying,” you murmured, and Elliot panicked, shaking his head quickly as he held your arms tightly; he was worried that he would still lose you. “It’s like you never really see me,” you mused, your voice trembling briefly, “I’m standing right in front of you, but you still don’t see me!”

“I do see you,” Elliot contradicted, “d-do I really have to spell it out for you? I love you, Y/n!” You fell quiet, your eyes searching his greyish blue ones. “A-Are you happy, now?” Elliot pried, his voice cracking.

You wanted to hear him say the three words again, so you pretended as if you didn’t believe him, though you felt as if you could, now. “I - I don’t know, Elliot, it feels like you’re just saying it-”

“I’m not!” Elliot cried, before he brought himself to place his hand on your cheek. “I love you, okay? I love you!” Elliot exclaimed, before he began to cry, surprising you.

You wrapped your arms around him to comfort him, and he returned the hug, sobbing quietly. “I know, Elliot,” you reassured him, “I just wanted to hear you say it again.” Elliot smiled weakly up at you, before he hesitantly connected his lips to your’s.

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safin-supremacy · 1 year

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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 · 4 years

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See You In 5 - Elliot Alderson

Summary: Elliot works for E Corp and you just happen to stumble on his calculated path.

Warnings: nothing really

Pairing: Elliot Alderson x Reader

A/N: Okay listen, it’s been a while since I’ve watched Season 3 and the last episode of Season 4 got me feeling something. I hate the season so far, but the last episode just hit different and this boi is highly underrated on Tumblr. I apologize if I get some details wrong. Thank you!

It was your first day working at E Corp. You were the pretty intern that got flirty glances from everyone while they still demanded (extremely specific) lunch and coffee orders. You were also met with eye rolls and the shaking of heads when you messed something up, so you decided it was best to keep your mouth shut. It wasn’t like you actually wanted to go anywhere in the company, you just needed the money and figured it would look good on your resume in the future. You were still young and still figuring out your life and this definitely wouldn’t be a permanent job. The people that work here either look dead to the world or happy as could be, you’re thinking they know something you don’t.

You felt like you had the Declaration of Independence in your hands when one of the workers handed you a stack of “critical” information to give to the boss man. It was way too many papers for you to handle, and nobody even looked in your direction to help you. It was par for the course, you figured, but still leaned all types of directions in order to not spill the pile that you couldn’t even see over.

Turning the corner, you were in such a rush that you didn’t see the man in front of you about to collide with you. Neither of you were looking, so when your bodies collided, you felt yourself slipping backwards and accepted defeat. You really hoped the papers were numbered as they scattered all along the floor, some clinging to your chest as you lay flat on the ground, shaken up.

“Shit.” You heard the man above you mumble quietly, and you picked your head up to see who it was. Of course, you didn’t know his name or what he did, but you’d definitely seen him around the office a few times. He mostly kept to himself and rarely ever talked in meetings. “I’m sorry.” His voice was so quiet you could barely hear it, but you did see him quickly stick his arm out to help you up.

“Thank you.” You replied quickly, getting halfway up but still crawling on the floor to get the rest of the papers up. You barely even registered the fact that he was there, actually helping you - you didn’t have time to focus on that, you needed to get the “critical” papers to your scary ass boss.

When you popped up from the floor after gathering all the papers, he handed you the few he had in your hand with a drawn-back smile. “Thank you, really, it means a lot. What’s your name?” You asked, your voice out of breath and sped up while you snatched the papers out of his hand, attempting to salvage any order the papers had left.

“...Elliot.” He replied, just as you’d started walking backwards towards the obnoxiously large glass office your boss had on the other side of the carpet.

“Thank you, Elliot.” You didn’t even bother to introduce yourself or look back at him as you sped-walked to the office. You knew it was a jerk move, but you knew where he sat and you definitely wouldn’t forget to thank him after you got a lecture from your boss.

“Elliot?” He seemed surprise by the sudden calling of his name, even more startled to see you standing right next to his desk. He’d been so immersed in his plan he didn’t even feel your presence, and he quickly open the tab to something else. “Sorry, sorry.” You laughed lightly, knowing you’d startled him. “Just wanted to make sure I didn’t forget.”

He nodded his head, and you attempted to continue the conversation with an awkward smile and a bounce on your toes. “I just wanted to say thank you, for being like... supportive? Most of these morons won’t even come close to me but you didn’t hesitate so... thank you.” You noticed he smiled when you said ‘morons’ but that was the only reaction you’d been able to read. “I’m (Y/n), by the way.”

Elliot appreciated you not sticking out your hand for him to shake, and he quickly looked you up and down. “You’re welcome.” His voice was still quiet, but you smiled at the sound of it (for some reason). “(Y/n).” He repeated your name with a small nod, as if he was committing your face and your name to memory.

“Alright well...” You bounced on your toes again, searching for another conversation started or a way out. “Nice to meet you, Elliot. Just uh... let me know if you need anything.”

“Wait.” As you’d started to turn around, he quickly stopped you in your tracks. You were a little nervous at first but you did turn around to meet his eyes. “This your first day here?” Elliot couldn’t believe he was actually talking to one of the other workers here. His mind was reeling with protests but his instinct told him to continue, maybe he could find an ally in his god-forsaken building.

“Yeah.” You rolled your eyes, earning a small smile from him. “Everyone who works here is so mean I swear... even the boss is like,” you lowered your voice a bit, “a total douchebag.”

Oh god, he liked you already.

“Totally.” Elliot agreed, shooting a side glance to the arrogant prick in sitting in his office. “This place is suffocating.”

Oh god, you liked him already.

“Finally, I thought I was going crazy.” You chuckled softly, running your hand through your hair and tugging lightly on the strands in the back. “Hey, my lunch break is in... 5 minutes. Wanna get out of here?”

Shit, shit, shit, shitshitshitshit.

“I mean, not like that I meant... y’know we could talk more about how we hate this place over our pre-packed lunches like high schoolers again.” Elliot seemed to contemplate it for a minute, definitely hesitating; those few seconds of silence were deafening, and you were about to take your offer back.

“Sure. I could use some air.” He shrugged, looking at the clock and then back to you.

“Great!” You chimed, probably more excited than you should be. “I’ll meet you in 5 then, Elliot.” You ended with a smile and walked back to your little desk in the corner without another word.

“See you in 5, (Y/n).”

Elliot watched you carefully as you left. Of course, he didn’t completely trust you yet, you weren’t even close to establishing friendship (if it even got to that point). However, there was something different about the way you presented yourself, the way you weren’t afraid to talk shit about the others around you. He liked you, yes.

But he would deny it for as long as he could.

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bi-bard · 3 years

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you were too polite to leave me-Elliot Alderson (Mr. Robot)

Title: you were too polite to leave me

Pairing: Elliot Alderson X Reader

Song Drawn: coney island (ft. The National)

Word Count: 1,156 words

Warning(s): Mentions of violence, hacking, references to the plot of Mr. Robot

Summary: (Context: first part in season 1, second part in season 4) Unconditional love. That’s what (y/n) had promised. However, (Y/n) didn’t expect for part of that to almost kill them. Now, (Y/n) wants to step back but- for once- Elliot doesn’t want to push away what might be the healthiest part of his life.

Author’s Note: Here’s the second part of my evermore & folklore writing challenge! You can learn more by clicking here!

Definitely gave this a happier ending than the song would’ve been

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I sighed as I looked out at the water. I was sitting on a bench, waiting for Elliot to find wherever I was sitting. Elliot and I were supposed to spend the night together and I had agreed to meet near where some of his friends meet up.

We had been together for a while now. We worked together at Allsafe for a few years before we actually ended up together. There were some nights where I would have to work late and I would just meet him here instead of just running into his apartment.

“Hey,” I jumped when I heard Elliot from behind me. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” I shook my head, scooting over so he could sit next to me on the bench. “How was your day?”

“Fine,” he nodded. I didn’t even bother to make a mental note of how different his body language was. I involuntarily shivered and crossed my arms. “Are you cold?”

“I’m fine, we should be heading out anyway,” I shrugged.

“Here,” Elliot started unzipping his hoodie.

“What,” I asked. He looked confused at my shocked look. He never gave up his hoodie. “You don’t need to give up your jacket.”

“It’s just a jacket,” he shrugged. I raised an eyebrow at him. “I promise.”

I should’ve noticed his complete shift in behavior then. It would’ve saved me a lot of time.

--Time Skip--

The differences did eventually become clearer. He went through random moments where he was more aggressive instead of nervous or stressed. He was more cunning than just smart. Originally, I picked up on it but I didn’t want to push him. He could tell me in his own time.

And then he ended up in jail. I went to visit him and he panicked, apologizing and telling someone to let me go. I was led out of the jail by a guard, left to helplessly watch him get dragged out of the room. I knew then that I needed to start asking more questions... which he refused to answer.

Elliot was physically there but he wasn’t there mentally.

I didn’t want to leave him. He needed help and leaving him alone like this seemed like a bad decision. I stayed with him, hoping that he was going to explain everything to me.

It all came to a head when I found him sneaking around with Tyrell Wellick and found out that they were working for the Dark Army. I found out that I was no longer safe. I wanted to help him but I had to draw a line somewhere. My line was my life being put on the line by an organization leading the 1% of the 1%.

I gripped my kitchen knife tightly when someone knocked on my door. I walked over to the door, hand shaking slightly. I looked through the peephole and let out a sigh. Elliot. I carefully opened the door, only enough to face him, no enough to let him in.

“Hi,” he said, hands tucked in his pockets.

“Hey,” I replied. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see you,” he explained. “Can we go somewhere?”

“Why the hell would I do that,” I hissed. “I don’t know if you noticed, I’m not really in the safest situation right now.”

“I promise, if they were keeping an eye on you, then your apartment is tapped right now,” he added quietly. “Please.”

I looked down and bit my lip. I nodded quickly before holding up a finger, telling him to wait a second. I placed the knife back on the counter and grabbed some shoes, my jacket, my key ring, and my wallet. I couldn’t give less of a shit about my phone at this point.

“Where are we going,” I asked as I locked my door.

“The safe place I can think of,” he shrugged.

I followed close behind him as we walked. It didn’t even take half of the trip to figure out where we were going.

“Oh, I get it,” I nodded. Elliot glanced at me before looking back at the ground again. I had to keep myself from grabbing his hand.

I stayed silent for the rest of the trip. We walked to the bench and sat down, looking at the water. I looked around, finally catching sight of the sign on one of the buildings.

“I feel so stupid,” I said. Elliot looked over to where I was. The sign read fsociety. “It was right in front of me.”

“You didn’t have a reason to be looking,” he replied. I nodded and shrugged. “I came back here.”

“Hmm,” I hummed.

“When you left,” he explained. “I came back and sat here. I stared at the water and tried to feel what you did. You stayed with me for so long. You had no reason to stay... and every reason to leave.”

“Is this what you wanted to tell me?”

“This bench wasn’t right without you here,” he added. “It felt like an anomaly. I... I miss you.”

“Elliot,” I sighed. “I... I miss you too... I just can’t get back into this without some information.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Everything,” I said. “I need to know what you hid from me. I need to know exactly what’s going on before I jump back in. And I hate pushing you but I... I need to be safe.”

Elliot nodded. I listened to the rest of his story. Meeting Mr. Robot, the initial hack, finding out who and what Mr. Robot was, the incident with Tyrell, the follow-up, why he ended up getting arrested, everything.

“So, that time you screamed about me being attacked... Mr. Robot was the one attacking me,” I asked. Elliot nodded. “And those changes in behavior are about Mr. Robot.”

“He is in control at that point,” he explained. I nodded. “I know it’s dangerous. And I know it’s scary. I just... I want you. I’ve never trusted someone so much. What’s good about what fsociety has done if I lose you. I... I love you.”

I sat in silence for a moment. Carefully, I reached over and grabbed his hand. He stared at our hands.

“I love you too,” I said. He looked at me. I felt tears well up in my eyes. “I just want this to be over. So bad.”

“It will be... soon,” he promised.

Elliot leaned over and kissed my cheek softly. I chuckled at him.

“What?”

“You just kissed my cheek,” I replied. “Kiss me properly, Elliot.”

He grinned at me before leaning over and kissing me gently. I reached up and cupped the side of his face. I pulled away a little bit, leaning my forehead on his.

“One more thing and then we’re done,” he promised quietly. “I swear.”

“Okay,” I mumbled. “One more.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” I rubbed his cheeks with my thumbs. “So, so much.”

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