[sup. So this came from the gifs attached idk it was in my brain. I hope you enjoy. @edteche2 I just really love MM okay shhhh]
The way He kissed you was always breath stopping, as if the earth stopped slowed so much but your head could never keep up with the feeling of it.
Your head spun, toes curled, eyes shut. Needing more but him always pulling away, your body moving towards his again in attempt to get one more second of the seeming addictive feel from when he pressed his mouth to yours.
This was different then when Elliot had kissed you
when you first met him as some secretary in a soul sucking cyber security job, he was a white hat hacker, and you met him the night he smashed the server room into bits of unretrivable code and systems.
He was fired and the people who had locked him inside for a long weekend with no actual knowledge of if he would be able to figure a way out, or even care if he did, they were tasked with sensitivity and bullying training. You watched them escort Elliot to his desk, pack his things and walk him out.
That was when you decided. You stood up your chair slamming into the wall behind you, everyone turned to the noise, Elliot and the man walking him stopped turned and before you could think you had picked your computer monitor up, and slammed it to the floor, following with the landline, and appointment book you kept for your asshole of a boss.
Finishing with a quick throw of your keyboard at the next closest wall you walked out, hearing your now ex boss screaming at you to come back but you didn’t.
You had met Elliot outside the building, the security had grabbed your bag and coat and together you stood at the bus stop.
You had started laughing and couldn’t stop yourself, he must have thought you were a basket case. But he slowly joined in, his laugh a slow, even chuckle.
“I don’t know why….I did that. I just. Had too. Ya know. The assholes who lock a guy just doing his job, in a server room for god knows how many days, and they get a slap on the wrist, while you get fired it just.” You looked at him shaking your head
“Sorry, I swear beyond this I’m pretty normal.” He smiled at you a tiny crooked half lift of his lips but it was there.
Somehow it had ended up with you under him in his bed, one hand holding your face, the other keeping your leg up around his waist.
He sounded beautiful, his moans low and almost too quiet to hear, his lips on yours, it was as if this was all either if you would ever need…
But this wasn’t Elliot kissing you. No. This was Someone built inside to protect your Elliot, like mr robot who you had met many times, and when he had asked how, how did you know, you had answered simply,
‘Your eyes, Elliot, unless he’s baked off his ass or were fucking, he can’t really look me in the eye longer then a few seconds. But you look me dead, right in the face. No issues. That’s how’
If this Elliot ever asked you, how? How did you know it wasn’t Elliot, you would answer just as simply
“How you kiss me. It’s….it’s like you’re afraid I’ll shove you away, or you’ll hurt me if our lips touch. You wait for me to kiss you back before you fully commit. Elliot is….different….Not better or worse. Just different”
[AN: DONT know what this is but ya know that’s most of my writings. Uhhh tagging @edteche2 cause she’s my only mr robot friend currently)
He loved her. He didn’t pretend, not like with everyone else in elliots life. He loved her fully. Her smile, her eyes in the morning, her soft touch when he was breaking inside.
He needed her, he needed her like he needed morphine, she was his bug.
His systems bug. The one that would fix him or kill him. He hoped it was the ladder of the two. He knew Mr.robot thought she was a virus at first. A flaw in the code he had crafted so carefully.
She laughed and he felt his stomach clench, his heart race when she looked at him. Is this what elliot always felt around her? Is this what he knew from the second she stepped into his life? That she was one of the rare good ones?
Her eyes. He loved those most, they didn’t hide anything, not with him, they told him everything she said was the truth.
He wondered if that’s why Elliot had more then one disk on her. He used to let her take photos, let her have moments captured just for her. He had them printed out, saved in an old shoe box.
He found himself looking at them, while she slept, ones of her and Elliot on the boardwalk, in the old Ferris wheel, one of her, laying asleep, the blanket tucked up against her, Elliot had taken it.
He loved her. He didn’t think he could love, he didn’t know much of the world outside the mission mr robot had given him. But he knew. He loved her.
Krista asked about her, he was honest then.
‘It sounds like, you love her Elliot, that’s a good thing, you let her in…’
He let her in….he let the bug in and make a home, in his system.
It wasn’t scary, not in the slightest.
He needed her. Her touch made him calm, her kiss felt like it was healing all the cracks inside him, she was his bug.
Fixing him.
He embraced this new coding. she wouldn’t be just another memory. She would be his forever. Even if Elliot fought him.
She was good. She was safe. She was home.
“I love you”
his voice sounded like a question, she looked up at him, her legs hitched up around his hips, he hadn’t been paying attention, they were in the middle of kissing, maybe that’s what made his mind think of everything. His hand was resting on her ribs, his thumb brushing the soft skin.
Her hand reached up, cupping his cheek, he leaned into her touch, needing it, craving it.
(It’s like 2am I couldn’t sleep so here have some random ass head canons of the different personalities of Elliot @edteche2 I hope these hit you in the feels)
Elliot:
His nickname for you are the basic cute ass ones.
Babe, baby, hun.
Like core Elliot is pretty simple on his nicknames for you.
He loves to sit on the sofa with you, talk about the shitty world run by capitalism and mass corporations.
Your head in his lap. His fingers in your hair.
He smokes a joint and you guys just chill.
He loves it.
You guys end up passing out for a while.
He likes to sit with you and do tech things
He’s tried to teach you.
It ended up with you guys banging against his computer desk.
Mr. Robot *this gif gives major mr robot is in control vibes*
Mr robots nicknames for you is simple
Sweetheart
Or doll
That’s it. He calls you one of the two and it depends on his mood towards the world and you.
He is always the one to make the first moves sex wise.
He’s the dominant and oh you are his sub.
It’s a thing you both agreed on when you first realized Elliot had DID.
At the start He was not about you. He didn’t like you taking away from the work he was doing and he wanted you gone.
But you stood up to him, and he flipped a switch and realized
‘Oh okay yeah she’s the one for him’
It’s hard to explain
But it works.
Mastermind:
MM calls you your name.
That’s it
He doesn’t care about pet names.
Though you have heard him, when he assumed you were asleep. Call you his one nickname for you
“My bug”
Because you are the bug in his system. One he never wants to fix because as much as he won’t say it outwardly
You are his safe place. His one true home.
He’ll tell you that one day.
He hopes.
Sex is much slower and you on top
Very touch heavy when he’s in that mood.
It’s rare he is the one to instigate it
But he loves to have his head in your neck and moan in your ear.
Flashes. That’s all he had of her. Flashes of a bright smile, a laugh so loud and joyful it hurt his stomach to think about. Hair running through his fingers. Her eyes looking up at him.
He remembered the first night he had come out, smashing servers for some far to rich corporation, he had been locked in, the fear and same closing anxiety had ripped him open again.
So he raged, yelled, screamed, smashed anything in sight. He remembers his knuckles hurting. Blood drying as he blinked in and out of reality.
Then he saw her, a worried face, eyes so soft, holding his hands, carefully cleaning the busted knuckles, testing his fingers, none broken or sprained. Her voice. He couldn’t pin point her voice. But he liked the sound.
“Elliot….they locked you in a server room for who knows how long, those assholes deserve to be fired, not you, fuck them. Fuck that damn business. All they do is protect companies like Ecorp and Apple. Disgusting billionaires who can’t even treat there employees like humans”
She was right, who ever she was. He blinked in and out for the next few weeks, seeing her asleep next to him, sitting across from him at a table, hand in his.
“Elliot….” he saw her under him head to the side, his body against hers. He liked this view. He liked her warmth, he had learned her name, Y/N l, it was pretty, beautiful even.
It suited her.
Only when blinked into reality again did he realize he was in a bed, naked, next to him was y/n her slow even breathing meaning she was very much asleep. Standing he stumbled to the bathroom shaking his head, looking in the mirror he saw himself, right? This was him.
“Trippy huh?” Whipping around he saw a man, older, his jacket held the patch ‘mr robot. Computer repair’ blinking he looked around
“I know kiddo, it’s trippy, fully coming into reality. But I’m gonna help you. I’m gonna let you have some information. That woman is the person beyond Angela that you have memories for. Until I can trust you won’t try and ruin what we started, you get base line shit kiddo. Your names Elliot, you work at all safe with Angela and recently a new company has signed on, the mighty Ecorp. And now we begin the process of taking them down”
He remembers the CDs, flashes of memories with people, Angela, his best friend, Ollie her boyfriend, his boss, his therapist, everyone mr robot showed him, everyone that he deemed mattered.
He saved one for last
“Now this one kiddo, is my favorite. Y/N the beauty in bed next to you. She is a lock and key inside this nice brain of ours.”
He saw photos, her smile, her eyes, videos she left on his computer, everything, a small bracelt hanging from the edge of his computer monitor, two keys from an old white keyboard, their initials.
“Welcome to the world kiddo. Soon, soon I’ll be back to help you remember what we started. But for now.”
The world went black. His voice the last thing he heard, before-
“ELLIOT!” He felt his body being shook awake, slamming up he was hyperventilating. Looking around he saw you,
“Hey, hey, breathe baby. It’s okay…you started tossing around, nightmare?” He nodded not trusting his words.
“Hey look at me….it’s okay,” he turned looking at you
“Sorry…I…” you shushed him your hand going to his cheek, warm and safe.
“It’s okay. Want me to…” he nodded laying down on his stomach.
He felt your nails scratch up and down his spine, sighing he liked this feeling, safety.
It was just a nightmare, he’s sure of it.
“Love you Elliot” he felt you kiss his shoulder blade as he drifted again. Back into blackness.
It was a dream, a nightmare….
Right?
(Whoa I’m writing on this blog again? Yeah I started rewatching Mr robot again and made a friendo @edteche2 so here have a story. It’s unedited because fuck it right)
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