#Elliot alderson imagine

[yns-world]

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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[bi-bard]

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

Title: Who Have You Been Talking To?

Pairing: Elliot Alderson X Reader

Word Count: 1,581 words

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

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

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

**Written in third person

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(Y/n) carried this softness to them.

This softness that Elliot couldn't properly explain.

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

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

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

The pair continued becoming incredibly close over time.

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

(Y/n) had accepted him completely.

They were always there.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then, (Y/n) disappeared.

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

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

That seemed to be the start of a slippery slope.

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

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

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

The pair had ended up in a cemetery.

"Elliot!"

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

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

Elliot slowly nodded. "Where were you-"

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

"Rough fall," Mr. Robot grumbled back.

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

"Elliot!"

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

"Shit," Mr. Robot muttered

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

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

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

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

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

He moved to hold onto Elliot's upper arms.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What's he talking about?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Who," Darlene countered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everything felt like a mess after that.

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

The trip home was nothing less than awful and confusing.

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

He knew (Y/n) was there.

They were hard to ignore.

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

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

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

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

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

Elliot didn't respond.

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

Elliot lifted his head to look at them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[ponyosmom35]

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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[bonsoir-tyrelliot]

Now that I’ve finished my canon-divergent Mr. Robot fic, I miss writing them. I’m toying with writing a no-hacking AU where Elliot is court-ordered to attend a grief counseling group for Angela and Tyrell is in the group for Joanna. They clash in their group participation styles and dislike each other. (Read: Tyrell cries a lot and Elliot is so over that … partly because it Forces Him To Feel Things.)

Elliot can’t work at Allsafe anymore now that Angela is dead; there are too many memories of her there. So he applies for and receives a job at E Corp. And, to his horror, Tyrell is his boss. They decide not to tell anyone about the coincidence, and attempt to confine their dislike for one another to grief counseling and to act like adults at work. For a while, it doesn’t go that well.

Then one day Tyrell finally has the breakthrough he’s been hoping for in grief counseling. He tells the group about how he feels responsible for Joanna’s death. And Elliot mocks the fuck out of him for the public display of emotion. He curses and uses the word “idiot” several times. But the actual content of his response to Tyrell? Is to tell Tyrell he isn’t responsible for her death and he shouldn’t blame himself. It’s like he’s trying to be cruel and ends up saying exactly the right thing anyway.

Which gives Tyrell a lot to think about. While Elliot continues to dislike Tyrell, Tyrell starts to watch Elliot more closely and see what’s underneath his anger and compulsive shyness. He gets way too interested in Elliot. He even starts being nice.

This makes Elliot angrier, obviously, since being angry and closed off is literally the only way he’s coping with Angela’s death.

You get it. Tyrell eventually breaks into Elliot’s heart with a crowbar because that’s how it works. They probably have angry sex at work on a desk at some point after an argument about cybersecurity that is secretly about their feelings (Tyrell is only pretending to be angry bc that’s the vibe; Tyrell is already fuckin gone for this boy).

Krista, who runs the grief counseling group, is well aware of what’s going on and doesn’t know what to do with it, the poor woman.

Credit for the idea of putting them in group therapy together to the incredible @lis-alis recent anger management Tyrelliot art.

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[cyberpunk-spectre]

Untitled - Elliot Alderson × GN! Reader

Angst, mentions of trauma and abuse.

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“Do you think they’re mad at me?”

Mr. Robot paused, turning to meet Elliot’s figure. The young man in question was sitting upright on his mattress, keeping as still as possible as to not disturb the sleeping figure next to him.

“What…?” Mr. Robot voiced, confused. He and Elliot had been talking about their plan to take down the Deus Group when Elliot suddenly brought up such a weird question.

“[Y/N],” Elliot said softer, “do you think [Y/N]’s mad at me?”

Mr. Robot glanced over at the sleeping figure. [Y/N] [L/N]—a unique individual, a lot like Elliot in some ways, and yet completely different in others. The two fit together like USB and port. No wonder they had such a steady relationship despite, well, everything.

You stirred lightly, your brows scrunching up. You were having some sort of nightmare, although Mr. Robot couldn’t say what it was about.

The being that was Mr. Robot turned back to Elliot, who had also been glancing at your sleeping form. “Why would you think that?”

“Because I’ve been ignoring them. Hiding away while you take control…” his voice slowly turned shaky as the horroundus memories that Vera forced Elliot to dig up with his therapist began invading his mind.

“Kid,” Mr. Robot sighed out, not entirely sure how to phrase what he wanted to say. “No. No, they aren’t mad. They wouldn’t be, not after everything you’ve been through.”

Elliot glanced up to meet Mr. Robot’s gaze. Mr. Robot could see the pain in his eyes, wishing he could just take it all away, making things go back to how they were when Elliot didn’t know the truth.

“I don’t like hiding away like this. Not from them.” Elliot’s voice was quiet, his grey eyes looking down. He was shaking, although he seemed to be trying to fight it off.

“Elliot, you can’t beat yourself about this—this was something you were never supposed to know. It was my job to keep it from you, and I failed.” Mr. Robot protested, hating the fact that Elliot was hurting so bad.

Elliot sniffled, a silent sign that he had been crying. “I know, it’s why I created you. But I hate not being able to look into his eyes. It hurts, because I… because I…” he stopped himself.

Mr. Robot had the ghost of a smile on his lips. “It’s because you love them, I know.”

Elliot just nodded.

Mr. Robot sighed again, contemplating on whether or not he should tell Elliot. He had every right to know, no matter what you thought.

The man grumbled to himself, deciding to say ‘fuck it’ to whatever you would say to him later. He walked over to Elliot, kneeling down to meet his eyes.

“I have something to tell you, Kiddo. Even though [Y/N] told me not to tell you.” Mr. Robot began. His words caused Elliot to perk right up, unintentionally showing his puffy red eyes to his protector.

Mr. Robot didn’t say anything about them as he continued. “It was a few days after we met. Well, after they met me. I won’t ever forget what they told me that day.”

Elliot tilted his head, wiping his eye with the sleeve of his trusted hoodie. “What… did they say?”

Mr. Robot glanced at you again. You had kicked the comforter off, being too hot beneath it. Your torso was exposed to the world, showing off your well-shaped, yet battered body.

There were scars everywhere, vastly ranging in sizes. There were a few tattoos here and there—nothing too frivolous. Mostly used to cover up the biggest and nastiest scars of your collection.

“They said they knew why I existed. Told me they knew why you created me. Of course, they didn’t know the exact reasoning behind it, but they said that they had dealt with severe trauma cases before in others. Although, we were unique, they said that we were special.” Mr. Robot explained.

Now it was Elliot’s turn to look back at you, not really understanding.

“Special?”

Mr. Robot shrugged. “Hey, your guess is as good as mine. But that’s not why I’m telling you this. I’m telling you because they understand why you haven’t been the one driving. They understand why you need to just hide away. They aren’t mad at you, Kid. They would never be mad at you. They love you too much.”

Mr. Robot’s words made Elliot’s heart skip a beat. He was still so new to this whole dating game, but he couldn’t deny the connection you shared.

Elliot was still having a hard time getting used to the idea that there was someone out there who was there for him. Who cared for him. Who loved him.

He was so thankful that you stayed by his side, even after everything you had been through since you first met.

Elliot turned to look back at Mr. Robot, however the man was nowhere to be seen. Elliot was about to jump to his feet and call out to him when he felt the mattress beneath him move.

“Elliot…?” The half-asleep voice of [Y/N] [L/N] spoke up, catching Elliot’s attention. Elliot looked over, seeing you sit up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

Once your eyes adjusted to the darkness of Elliot’s apartment, you slumped into a more comfortable position, staring at Elliot’s figure.

“Or…” you began softly, your voice sending shivers down Elliot’s spine. “Is it you?”

“It’s me.” Elliot replied, almost inaudibly. You perked right up at that.

“Really?”

Elliot nodded.

You smiled warmly. “Did you sleep at all, Babe?”

Elliot didn’t say anything, simply shaking his head. He could feel his heart running a marathon in his chest as he was starting to break down. He didn’t mean to, but he was still just so overwhelmed, and the sudden disappearance of Mr. Robot didn’t help at all.

“Babe? Is everything okay? Elliot…?” Your voice was full of concern. You moved across the mattress, scooting closer to Elliot.

You then reached out, placing your hand on Elliot’s shoulder.

That’s what set him off.

He knew you would never hurt him, but he was in such a fragile state that he had no control over the fear that took over every fibre of his being.

Elliot jumped back, reacting on pure instinct. “DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME!!”

You immediately pulled back, startled by Elliot’s outburst. You instantly realised what caused the reaction, mentally kicking yourself.

“Fuck, Babe, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean too…” you trailed off once you heard Elliot whimpering.

“I’m sorry,” Elliot whimpered, his body curling into a ball, trembling. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m fucking sorry…!”

He continued to repeat that phrase over and over, rocking back and forth. He was having a full on breakdown, which broke your heart, as you knew exactly how that sort of panic felt.

You scooted even closer to Elliot, attempting to reach out again to comfort your boyfriend out of reflex. You then stopped yourself, remembering what triggered the panic attack in the first place.

However, before you fully pulled away, Elliot’s body moved entirely on its own, falling into your arms as Elliot cried into their chest. You went still, taking a second to process what was happening. Then, Elliot felt you embrace him, holding him close.

“Elliot,” you began softly, resting your chin on the top of Elliot’s head as he let Elliot cry it all out. “You have absolutely nothing to be sorry about.”

“But I’ve been ignoring you—pushing you away when all you’ve ever done was try to help me.” Elliot sniffled.

Elliot felt your grip tighten. “What you’re going through, Elliot… fuck, man. Nobody should ever have to go through that shit. It’s why Mr. Robot exists in the first place, to keep you safe from things you were never meant to know. What Vera did—well, I’m fucking glad he’s dead and I’ll leave it at that.”

Elliot chuckled at the tone of your words. He then sniffled, resting his head on your chest, your embrace making Elliot feel safe, protected.

“So… you’re not mad at me?”

Elliot felt you go still, completely shocked. “Mad? Babe, how could I possibly be mad at you?”

“I’ve been ignoring you,” Elliot repeated, “hiding away, leaving Mr. Robot in control, it isn’t fair to you and I’m—”

You cut Elliot off before he fell into another rant. “Elliot, I don’t blame you for anything. You need time to cope with this, to find out some way to keep going. And if letting Mr. Robot do everything helps you with that, then I’ll put up with his bitching for as long as I need to.”

“Hey!” A familiar voice piped up. Elliot perked up at the sound, peeling away from your chest. He looked over your shoulder to where Mr. Robot himself stood—in the corner of Elliot’s apartment, right by his computer.

There was a fond smile on his face. He meant what he said as a joke. He wasn’t pissed off by your comment at all.

Realising what Elliot was looking at, you followed his gaze in the general direction of where you believed Mr. Robot was standing. You had to make a guess due to the fact you couldn’t exactly see Mr. Robot. Only Elliot could.

“I fucking mean it too, man.” You said.

Mr. Robot looked at you, chuckling. He then looked back at Elliot with that same smile, however it felt more genuine that time.

Oh… Elliot now figured out why Mr. Robot had disappeared.

That was… quite nice of him, actually.

“He’s smiling…” Elliot said softly, wanting you to know that Mr. Robot understood the joke you made.

You turned back to Elliot with a smile of your own. “Good.”

You then cupped Elliot’s face in your hands, the two of you locking eyes. “You’re going through a lot, but I want you to know that I will always be here for you, Elliot. Always.”

Elliot’s lips curled into a small, yet entirely genuine, smile. He grabbed your wrists, keeping your eyes locked. “Okay.” Was all he said.

You smiled as you kissed Elliot’s lips. Elliot didn’t flinch, or pull back—instead he kissed back. Quite unusual for him, but he was learning. Patience truly was the price of your relationship.

So it was a damn good thing that you were also one very patient individual when you wanted to be.

#elliot alderson imagines #elliot alderson x reader

[1-800-googleimagesearch]

*elliot alderson voice* hello blorbo. hello blorbo? thats lame, maybe i should give you a name. but thats a slippery slope youre only blorbo from my imaginations, we have to remember that.

#starry speaks #mr robot #i posted this on twitter but its too funny to keep it contained there

[cainightfics]

Previous anon here! I should've specified earlier, sorry--- i meant what would happen after they take down Whiterose, because it's something i've been struggling to imagine, on how things could go differently from the canon ending, if Tyrell was still alive. Would Elliot still "give up control"? Would Tyrell flee the country, considering he was a wanted man? Something like that. Thank you for answering.

oooo i see... yeah, thats hard! this is one of the reasons why i feel like tyrell sort of needed to die in canon... its hard to picture him and real elliot hanging out lol, real elliot doesnt necessarily have that mean edge that mastermind and mr robot do.

it seems like, by the end of the show, elliot/fsociety are pretty much revered as heroes. carla mentions in her foreword to "red wheelbarrow" that elliot alderson is a name everybody knows post-series. im sure theyd face criminal repercussions, but would be loved by the people, and probably get off kind of easily considering elliot stopped whiterose from basically nuking the northeastern usa with her defunct time machine.

i think ultimately mastermind would still give up control, because the story has to go that way. but i always do think it would be kind of fun to see a darker ending to the show where mastermind doesnt give up control and elliot is trapped in the loop forever. i could see tyrell being alive as a possible route for this to happen, especially if mastermind and tyrell started to get super attached, like in my fic. he would have way more motivation to stay in the "real world" if there was someone who loved him--and only him, not like how darlene was always waiting for real!elliot to return--there. i think mastermind going full villain mode and taking over permanently could be an interesting way for things to go. (and if youre a fan of trotw, you might see this happen, lmfao... im considering that fics endgame rn and i might do this)

[wvsteria]

five hargreeves & elliot alderson ;; @purelybilateral​

‘ am i high too? ’

five took a moment to look around clearly confused by what he was seeing. they’d been drinking half the day so they wondered if they’d started imagining things. “am i high too?”

#hw.fivehargreeves #& elliot alderson #purelybilateral #hw: dino day #drug mention tw #alcohol mention tw

[iwantedtosavetheworld]

One thing i will never get over is how much elliot alderson was a nerd fashion icon especially his haircut the most basic ass undercut imaginable and he brought it back in a huge way. I had that haircut

#also they straightened rami's hair for that. funny to me

[sciencestyled]

Who Said that (Dark Matter) Stars Should Always Shine Bright?

Greetings and salutations, fellow space enthusiasts, science geeks, and curious wanderers of the World Wide Web. We’ve stumbled upon, or rather meticulously combed through the cosmos, and found a gem, an opus of celestial musings that’s about to flip your galactic perceptions upside down. Ever thought about stars as shy, reclusive entities playing an epic game of cosmic hide and seek? Well, buckle up, because we’re about to spiral through a universe where not all stars crave the limelight.

Once upon a time, in the not-so-distant past (that’s right, we’re unfolding this narrative with the dramatic flair it deserves), we laid our eager eyes on a piece that dared to thrust us into the dark, yet alluring embrace of the cosmos. Imagine the mind of Mr. Robot’s Elliot Alderson, with all its beautiful complexities, navigating the enigmatic sea of silent stars, otherwise known as dark matter stars. No applause-seeking, luminous balls of gas here, oh no. We’re diving - not deep, never deep - but rather, skimming gracefully across the silent, enigmatic whisperers of the cosmic plane.

These stars aren’t your regular attention-seekers, no siree. They are the unsung heroes, the invisible entities that humbly shoulder the mass of the universe - 85% of it to be exact - without basking in any of the glory. They’re the introverts of the intergalactic party, absorbing, reflecting, and emitting nada. Zilch. In the epic showdown of visibility versus invisibility, these stars have perfected the art of the latter.

And in the silent halls of cosmic wonders, amidst the quietude and hush of galaxies far, far away, Mr. Alderson whispers sweet nothings to these enigmatic entities, unveiling their secrets, one silent revelation at a time. With a narrative echoing the dark echoes (see what we did there?) of space’s hidden wonders, he introduces us to a silent symphony - no, not a symphony, too grand - let’s call it a silent gathering of WIMPs. Weakly Interacting Massive Particles, the unsung balladeers of the celestial silent song.

But hush now, for in this silent narrative of unlit luminaries, every gravitational wave, every muted sway - of dark matter unravels another chapter in the silent epic written in the stars. The universe, with its dark matter stars, is like an enigmatic poet, whispering the sonnets of existence in muted tones, echoing the silent reverberations of the unseen.

We’ve read the silent stanzas of this cosmic epic, narrated by none other than the brooding, enigmatic charm of Mr. Alderson, and folks, we’re starstruck. But not by the shimmering allure of visible stars. Oh no, we’re entranced by the silent allure of the universe’s hidden gems.

So, dear dwellers of earthly abodes, we invite you - no, we implore you - to heed the silent call of the cosmos’s enigmatic serenade. For amidst the silence, in the quietude of dark matter stars, lies the unheard melody of existence, waiting to be discovered, acknowledged, and revered.

Eager for a silent sonnet of cosmic revelations? The stars await, not with a bang, but a whisper.

#dark matter #stars #science #cosmos #mr robot

[yns-world]

Do you think yandere! Elliot has any kinks?

Yandere Elliot Alderson Kinks

YES HE HAS KINKS TRUST ME I'VE SEEN THEM 🤭

gender neutral, poc friendly, size not mentioned

TW: somnophilia

First on the list: voyeurism. No question about it. All he does is watch. Observe. Listen. It's not his fault that he caught you during your private moments. 

Elliot would have fantasies here and there about you being the one that watches him, but it's only for a fleeting moment.

Next on the list, praise kink-- giving and receiving. He needs all the praise in the world. Poor boy has been pushed around and neglected for his whole life, all he wants is to be enough in someone’s eyes. This also leads to the next kink--

Body worship, as part of the praise kink and as its own thing by itself. Elliot worships you like you created this entire universe in a blink of an eye. He quite literally kisses the ground you walk on, he whispers your name like a prayer. He just wants his god to give him the validation he so desperately thirsts for.

But some days, it’s not validation Elliot craves. Some days, Elliot wishes to be treated like the absolute shit that he thinks he is. I’m talking stepping on his throat, spanking, tying him up in ropes, gags, the works.

Yandere Elliot would also have somnophilia. It all dates back to the first time he broke into your house. 

This was a few months after Elliot laid eyes on you and has been watching you since. He doesn’t remember how or why, but he just had the clawing need to be close to you as you slept. That’s what pushed him to crack open your window and be able to smell your perfume up close. That’s what really drove him over the edge. 

He couldn’t stop himself, he just had to have you. He was finished within a couple strokes-- pathetic, he knows-- but he was too excited. He made sure to pull out into his hand just before he came and he cleaned up the mess. The next morning, you felt….off…but you just shook them off as the Monday blues.

Another thing that yandere Elliot would be into is roleplay-- stalking roleplay (ironic), serial killer chasing his prey, robber (breaking and entering, plus some somnophilia involved 😏)

All in all, he's a freak <3 he's MY freak 🫶🫶🫶

a/n: don't be a ghost reader! comment and interact with me, i promise i won't bite <333

this was so much fun to write! this is what i mean when i write suggestive content so thank you for this request <3

as always, check my pinned post for request rules!

i hope y'all have a great day! i'll see y'all in the next post ;)

#yns world #mr robot #mr robot imagine #mr robot headcanons #mr robot x reader #elliot alderson x you #elliot alderson headcanons #elliot alderson imagine #elliot alderson x reader #elliot alderson #yandere elliot alderson #yandere x reader #yandere mr robot #yandere elliot alderson x reader

[bi-bard]

Now.

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

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

#i was rewatching a part for my last imagine and i realized it #it's definitely different isn't it? #imagine #fanfiction #x reader #mr robot #mr robot x reader #mr robot imagine #mr robot fanfiction #tyrell wellick #martin wallstrom #rami malek #elliot alderson #christian slater

[bibardarchive]

Good Night - Elliot Alderson Imagine (Mr. Robot)

Title: Good Night

Pairing: Elliot Alderson X Reader

Originally Posted: March 31, 2019

Word Count: 676

Warning(s): none

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What," he asked.

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

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

I was shocked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This... this was perfect.

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Masterlist

#elliot alderson imagine #elliot alderson fanfiction #elliot alderson x reader #mr. robot imagine #mr. robot fnafiction #mr. robot x reader #imagine #fanfiction #x reader #march 2019 #march 31 2019 #2019 #03/31/19

[silverlambcaptain]

/usr/share/wol-e/

pairing: elliot alderson x f!reader

warnings: smut, but not really explicit. All warnings series typical. Also my computer knowledge is below 0 - you have been warned.

gif credit as usual to the creator

———

Here it is again. Curiosity.

The moment when something grabs your attention and eats at you until you find a way to feed it.

This time it was her. The new girl sat at the desk next to mine.

I searched for her yesterday.

No social media accounts, the web was free of her presence. It’s like she doesn’t exist.

Does she?

No. She’s real.

I move my eyes to her. She’s busy, deep in thought, staring at the defence vulnerability analysis I wrote yesterday. Good luck with that…

She turns to me and smiles. Shit. She caught me.

“You’ve outdone yourself on this one, Elliot.” She points to the screen. “But it’s only a matter of time before I find the weak link”

She doesn’t wait for me to answer as she turns back to the screen.

The weak link. Defect. Small entry point of an otherwise impenetrable system. It’s the fatal flaw that undoes it all. She gets it.

Programs are written by people. And people have weak links. It’s only a matter of time before I find hers too.

I always do.

—

It took me a few days to gather enough information. She’s careful. But now I have her.

My finger hovers over the Enter key and I hesitate. What if I don’t want to see what she’s hiding from the world. She’s gone through a lot of effort to hide it.

No. I do.

I press down on the key and her world is open to me.

Wait. What? Her machine is empty.

What the fuck?

One after another I check the event logs. Administrative. Operation. Analytic. Debug. Applications. Nothing of significance. Her machine is fresh, new. Untouched. Nobody’s computer is this clean. She changes her hardware.

Next to me Mr. Robot chuckles shaking his head. I want to ask him if he knows her. But I’m not sure if I want to know the answer to that. Would he even tell me if he did?

Who is she really?

I look through the devices on her WiFi. There’s a webcam.

Her camera cover is half shut. But I can see enough. Unlucky.

I wait looking around the room hoping it will give me some clues when I see her walk past.

She’s got a towel over her hair, wearing a large T-shirt that just covers her ass.

I feel a small twinge of guilt to switch the cam off. To look away. But isn’t this why I’m here? To find out her secrets.

I don’t leave.

She lies down on the bed. I can see most of her.

I see her bend her legs and slowly pull her panties off.

Should I really be watching this?

Something tells me, yes.

So I do.

She traces her hands on her inner thighs before I see her hand disappear.

And she makes the most beautiful noise, like she’s putting on a show.

I can’t see her face and I curse at her camera cover.

Her T-shirt rides up her waist as I watch her work herself. I feel my cock getting hard and I can’t stop watching.

“Elliot”

She calls out and it makes my body turn cold. Fuck. Does she know?

I panic as I almost switch off. No, there is no way she knows.

She seems close now as I watch her.

“Fuck me, Elliot”

As much as I’m aware, there is no other Elliot she knows.

I move my hand inside my jeans as I can’t help myself.

Is that her secret?

No. There has to be more. I make a mental note to create a folder for her later.

#elliot alderson x reader #Elliot alderson smut #elliot alderson imagine #mr robot x reader #mr robot imagine #elliot alderson #mr robot

[your-democracy-is-fucked]

“How can you tell? Me from the others”

“It’s easy. Your eyes....you can look at me, talk to me, speak like you aren’t riddled with anxiety. Elliot, mastermind or normal elliot can’t. It’s how you speak too. You tend to try and be intimidating, straight forward. Elliot can’t. His mask is his silence. Yours is your over compensation.”

Mr robot sat watching you, asleep in the kids bed, your conversation replaying in his head...you could see when it was him, when it was Elliot, he wondered if the others ever tried to show themselves, if they did, did you have a way to tell? Mother and young Elliot? Could you tell them from normal Elliot?

You told him once it was easy for you, it was like walking through a familiar house but someone had moved everything just slightly to the left or right. Unnoticeable until you ran into something.

“When Elliot kisses me it’s like he’s afraid I’ll break. Or suddenly it’ll scratch the part of his brain where good can’t exist. When you kissed me, you were forceful, in a not bad way, just not Elliot. It’s small I don’t think anyone else would notice but. I do because I notice everything about Elliot, and now you.”

He didn’t know how to feel about you. You were a cog in the machine he knew he couldn’t break. A wire Elliot needed to function. With out you he would self destruct, a bomb when the wrong wire gets cut. So he would let you be. For now.

“Elliot....” your voice was a whisper, hand reaching out to touch the empty side of the bed, how long had he been sat up watching you. Thinking. How long had the kid been locked away so he could. He knew if Elliot had his way, you would never see him. Never know he existed.

He felt him shoving forward, the door to the movie theater that was there inner world opening and slamming shut,

“Alright alright kid, I just needed to think. I didn’t do anything to your little bug”

Elliot felt himself come back to the front, mr robot gone for now

“El? You okay? Nightmare?” He saw you sit up rubbing your eyes, the loose grey shirt you stole to sleep in scrunched up over your waist

“No sorry, got lost in thought.”

Slipping back next to you he let himself tug you towards him, his arm over your waist, one under the pillow you slept on.

“Night Elliot” he smiled leaning forward to kiss your forehead softly

“Night bug”

#elliot alderson #elliot alderson x reader #rami malek #mr robot #elliot alderson imagine #mr robot x reader #mr robot imagine

[hxlyhoax]

Nice to Meet You|Elliot Alderson

Elliot x Reader

*Not My Gif*

///

You were at Ron's Coffee finishing up on a job when you felt a pair of eyes on you

You looked up making eye contact with Elliot who gave you a small smile as he made his way over to you which was weird for him to do since he didn't really like socializing

He sat down in front of you making you raise an eyebrow before looking back down to your laptop finishing up the last two sentences of your paperwork.

"Hi" Elliot spoke shyly. You looked up at him again "Hello" you replied back, shutting your laptop. "What are you doing here this late?" he questioned. While you put your laptop back in your bag biting your lip "I just finished up some work. That's nothing too special." you replied, looking at him "What are you doing here?" you asked, holding back a chuckle. It was just something about awkward conversations.

"I'm trying to work on my social anxiety" he spoke, looking you in the eyes, smiling softly. You smiled back nodding at him "I'm Elliot" he held out his hand for you to shake which you did. "Yn" you replied, looking at him before looking at the time widening your eyes. "I would love to stay and chat, Elliot. I really would, but it's later than I thought it was and I have to get to work early tomorrow" you spoke sympathetically "But if you're up for it we can meet again later tomorrow? Or whenever you're free?" you looked at him apologetically while he gave a small smile "It's okay. I understand and tomorrow sounds nice." he smiled, watching as you stood up "Great, I'll see you tomorrow then."

#elliot alderson #elliot alderson imagine #rami malek #mr robot