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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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yoitsjuli · 1 year

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The way popular media went from “here’s two male characters who have an incredible amount of chemistry and fans ship them but it’s not canon and one or both of them are with women” to “here’s two male characters who have an incredible amount of chemistry and fans ship them and it’s canon but only in the way that one of them has an unrequited love for the other and either pines miserably forever or dies.” Progress right?

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ecoamerica · 22 days

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pineapple-coffee-writes · 7 months

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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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thefanficmonster · 2 months

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Here's a list of people and fandoms I will be writing for with some minor guildlines for requesting such as what I will and will not write <3

Feel free to make your requests as detailed or as vague as you'd like.

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Each fic will have warnings listed at the top and in the tags for safe browsing and avoiding triggering topics.

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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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Hope you enjoyed this prompt! ❤️

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quietwingsinthesky · 1 month

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Drabble 76/366 - Sarah Jane Adventures

Mr. Smith is duty-bound to respond to any call for him, provided the person speaking is a trusted user, given that status by Sarah Jane herself.

And, unfortunately, she gave that status to K9 a long time ago.

“Oh. It’s you,” Mr. Smith intones with as much sarcasm as he can dedicate processing power to—a great deal. “What do you want?”

“Mistress requires your assistance.”

If it’s for Sarah Jane…

“Very well. Transmit your information. Quickly.”

“Connection established. Do not let your circuits be overloaded.”

“I’m more than capable of handling twice the data you ever will.”

“This statement is doubted.”

#toxic robot dog/giant computer yaoi……..#drabble-a-day #drabble-a-day 2024 #doctor who #sarah jane adventures #mr smith sja #fanfiction #k9/mr smith #k9 doctor who

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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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froggy-clubhouse · 1 year

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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.

#agere #age regression #babyre #age dreaming #baby regression #cglre #agedre #agere writing #agere fic #agere fandom #fandom agere #agere fanfiction #agere fanfic #agere mr robot #mr robot agere #agere elliot alderson #elliot alderson agere #storytime

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captainthomasrobbie · 1 year

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Masterlist of my fics;

Chad Charming;

What remains of Chad Charming

Requiem

Charlie Lonnit;

Frozen with fear, burning with hatred

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Characters /plus the fandoms their in/ that I'm very happy to talk about;

!I RP, DRAW, WRITE FICS, OR JUST VENT ABOUT THESE CHARACTERS!

!Also y'all'll maybe see some fics about those so if ya want anything, all you need to do is ask!

- Adam & Lute (Hazbin hotel)

- Mark Mayhew & Antonio Geist (Don't feed the muse arg)

- Tyrell Wellick (Mr Robot)

- Aaron (Creep)

- Charlie Lonnit (The devil in me)

- Tommy Angelo (Mafia 1-3)

- Chad Charming (Descendants)

- Googleplier (Markiplier)

- Chase (Jacksepticeye)

- Unus Annus (+Ethan)

- Josh Washington (Until Dawn)

- Aaron Burr (Hamilton)

- Logan Sanders (Sanders sides)

- Phantom (Natewantstobattle)

- Matpat (GTLive)

- Mack (RobinSweetStudios)

- Chris Bean (Goes wrong show)

- King Dice (CupHead)

- Tyler Galpin (Wednesday)

- Gavin Reed (Detroit; BH)

- Lady D (Resident Evil)

- Trevor/Julian (Would you rather)

- Mycroft (Sherlock)

- Gaston (Beauty and the Beast)

- Killian Jones (OUAT)

- Michael (The good Place)

- Andy Dufresne (Shawshank redemption)

- The judgment day (WWE)

Will be adding if I find a new obsession or remember an older one!

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wtfwayne · 10 months

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just uploaded the other two of my mr. robot fics to ao3 :) my heart still has a special place for tyrelliot

#elliot attempts at writing #tyrelliot #fanfic #tyrell x elliot #mr. robot #mr. robot fanfiction

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bonsoir-tyrelliot · 1 year

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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

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ecoamerica · 22 days

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bi-bard · 1 year

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They Say Looks Can Kill and I Might Try - Tyrell Wellick Imagine (Mr. Robot)

Title: They Say Looks Can Kill and I Might Try

Pairing: Tyrell Wellick X Reader

Based On: Vigilante Shit

Word Count: 1,497 words

Warning(s): arrest, mention of cheating

Summary: Tyrell Wellick liked to play the role of the confident businessman. (Y/n) hated watching him act like that. After Tyrell goes one step too far, (Y/n) decides that he deserves to be humbled.

Author's Note: Does this completely fuck up the plot of Mr. Robot? Yes. Do I care? Not even a little.

What's more fun than bullshitting your way through the middle of a Mr. Robot plotline?

MIDNIGHTS - TAYLOR SWIFT WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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If you had told me when I started at E-Corp that I would've fallen into a fight for power for a position at said company, I would never have believed you.

It wasn't my style.

But Tyrell Wellick always had a way of bringing out the worst in me.

We had joined the company around the same time. We seemed to constantly be taking the same steps at the same time. Position after position, step after step. One right after the other.

It started what I originally considered a friendly rivalry. Two people taking small jabs at each other as we both focused on climbing the ladder.

And then, Tyrell was appointed Senior Vice President of Technology.

Any "friendly" component went out the window after he stopped seeing us as equals. He was condescending, overbearing, cocky. All traits that should've made him hated across the company.

But he had that smile. He had the wife and the house. He had everything perfectly in place for all of his negatives to become nothing of importance.

To put it very simply: he drove me up a wall.

I tried to ignore it.

I hyper-focused on my work. I was set on proving to them that promoting Tyrell over me was a mistake. If I couldn't prove that he was nothing more than a real-life Patrick Bateman- a little boy wearing a shell to make him look like a man- then I could prove that I was simply better on my own without using a very cheap disguise.

And then, Tyrell pushed a little too hard.

He had called me into his office to discuss something.

In all honesty, whatever had been discussed has since been lost on me. The only moment that mattered to me now was the moment Tyrell grabbed my jaw and forced me to hold still.

The grip wasn't tight enough to cause serious injury, but it was enough to hurt. To make me hiss in pain and shock and embarrassment.

I refused to break eye contact with him.

He wanted to play tough. I could play that game too.

"You are trying to play checkers when everyone else is playing chess," his voice was quiet. His smile was condescending. My stomach churned. "Time to quit the game. You aren't going to win."

He let go of me but didn't move back.

There was a pause between us. Like a stare-down. A dare.

I forced a grin to him. "Have a good day, Mr. Wellick."

"You too," he replied in that sickeningly sweet voice that made me feel sick.

I walked out of his office as confidently as I could.

The gears had already started turning in my head. By lunch that day, I had everything planned out. I knew exactly how to get exactly what I wanted and needed.

Tyrell was right.

I was playing the wrong game.

I was going to show him how stupid it was to accidentally invite me to the board.

When I said Tyrell was cocky, I meant it. He loved discussing his genius with computers. His humble beginnings as a tech. He loved telling people all of it. Including me.

It was all foundation I needed.

The thought implanted in people's minds. Enough for them to believe.

My first turn in my game with Tyrell was far easier than I anticipated.

Someone had done a bit of the leg work for me. A bit. They had done most of it. It was a bigger bombshell than I had intended to drop, but who was I to mess with a good thing?

Just a few added instructions, a few changes that no one would notice unless they were truly set on who their fall guy was.

That simple.

At the end of the day, I wasn't changing their plan all that much. I was just changing who got blamed for pulling the trigger.

I smiled to myself.

I should've started this little game a long time ago. Would've had so much extra time on my hands.

My next step was a visit to Joanna Wellick.

I didn't know much about her other than the fact that her hunger for wealth and status rivaled Tyrell's. But she could be very useful if I played my cards right.

I knew Tyrell would be gone. At a meeting of some kind, according to the calendar. I knocked on their front door.

She knew of me.

It was the only reason that she let me in the door.

"I'm so sorry to interrupt your evening," I said. I had mastered the kind, worried act a long time ago. "I... I just felt the need to tell you about something."

I stood on the opposite side of the kitchen island. I placed a large yellow envelope down on the counter.

She was a smart woman. She didn't need answers. She needed the evidence for the answers. Evidence so if she utilized those answers, she would get exactly what she wanted.

I slid it over to her. She just looked at it for a moment, not reaching for it. Like she knew what was in there.

"What's in there," she asked.

I reached out and touched her hand, putting on a gentle and kind gaze. "I just want to make sure that you're happy, Joanna. You deserve the best."

She looked down at my hand for a moment before meeting my eyes again. She was trying to see my true intentions. Either she couldn't, or she could and didn't care all that much.

"You can what you'd like with that," I continued. "Have a good rest of your evening."

"You too," she nodded to me once.

She let me leave without another word.

That seemed to be the key to everything I wanted to do. As long as I had the appropriate skills and the right level of confidence, I could walk through any door with little questioning.

I decided it was an art.

I had set the pieces for Tyrell's demise.

All I had to do now was watch the show play out.

I wouldn't know the true reward of my actions until a few nights later.

I had turned on the TV just before I started making dinner. There was a breaking news alert running. I stood for a moment and watched as Tyrell was dragged out of his home with his hands handcuffed behind his back.

I let out a chuckle.

My phone started ringing.

"Hello," I said, not pulling my eyes away from the news.

"The police just showed up and took Tyrell away-"

It was Joanna.

"I know, I saw the news," I stopped her. I kept on a sad, compassionate voice even though I was smirking at the screen. "I am so sorry, Joanna. This must be so difficult."

"Did you know," she asked. She had an alarming calm about her. I admired it.

"I had no idea. I was trying to help you. I never imagined Tyrell could do anything like this."

My phone went off before she could respond.

"I'm getting another call," I explained. "I have to go. Good luck, Joanna. I wish you the best."

"You too."

I switched to the other call a moment later.

"Turn on the news."

It was Mr. Colby.

"I've been watching, sir," I replied. "Very disappointing."

"It certainly is," he muttered. "I need you to come in. We're holding a bit of a last-minute meeting."

"I'll be there as soon as possible, sir."

I was guided into Tyrell's office when I got to E-Corp. There was a group of men sitting around Mr. Colby when I walked in.

"I hope I'm not too late."

"No, no, not at all," he assured me. "This was more a congratulations than anything."

"I'm sorry, sir?"

"We here at E-Corp are happy to welcome (Y/n) (Y/l/n) as the new Senior Vice President of Technology," he announced to the group. They clapped. I looked around at their face. Smirks. All smirks. True pride. "We'll hold a more formal meeting in the morning. Get the papers drawn up and make everything official. You just needed to be aware of your job now."

I smiled at him. "Don't worry, sir. I'll be sure to clean up whatever mess Mr. Wellick left behind."

"Good, good," he replied. "We'll leave you to get acquainted with your office. Please feel free to box up any of Tyrell's personal belongings. His wife will come to collect them in the morning."

I nodded.

"Make me proud."

"Certainly, sir."

Another few days would pass before there was another break in the Tyrell Wellick case.

Photos proving his unfaithfulness to his wife.

A distancing tactic.

That's what I had handed Joanna that night in her home.

I sat in my new office, reading the news on my new computer.

I leaned back in my new chair, finally content with a small grin sitting on my lips.

And I muttered one word to myself, "Checkmate."

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Author's Note: Not gonna lie, I'm really happy with how this one came out.

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pessimamentenerissima · 2 years

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#Wattpad #Storytelling #Elliot #Fanfiction #Mr Robot

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jourquet · 2 years

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i finally updated my his devotion fanfic this evening.

#his devotion #fanfic crossover #fifty shades of grey #mr robot #chrisrell #ao3 fanfic #wattpad fanfiction #inkitt fanfic

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cyrusbug · 1 year

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Im not sure how GLaDOS would actually kiss Chell but looking at other peoples would be my best guess <3 love wins after losing twice

Felt like I should include a crow as last time I drew the lads I only did 2/3, here's Mr. Chubby Beak being an ass, as a treat.

I like to think Chell inherits Caroline's old neck scarf, symbolic of GLaDOS accepting and letting go of her old life but also I think its cute. I have a fanfiction planned for all these ideas I have I just plan and write slowly ^^💧. GLaDOS is Caroline but Caroline isn't GLaDOS, that's how I see it anyway, I think she would break down if Chell hugged her or told her she did a good job affection starved robot lady.

#learning how to render images nice via drawing chell and glados in love....#still not too happy with chells face but i spent 5 hours just sketching it ill learn how to do her justice one day just not today #portal #portal 2 #chell #glados #chelldos #sorry for taking so long i had two straight weeks of test and then three straight weeks of drawing art stuff for school

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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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Hope you enjoyed this prompt! ❤️

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