#mrrobot

What if all the world you think you know Is an elaborate dream? And if you look at your reflection Is it all you want it to be?

Hi anon I wanna marry you now. I love a good Elliot ask HBRBRHRH I have a tattoo from Mr.Robot and I would give everything away to see Elliot kissing the tattoo and or licking it OHGOD

Elliot!Alderson happily putting you in your place? Never. But after morphine? This man is a fucking beast istg. He would grab you from his bed and push you onto his desk and would start grinding against your clothed heat (HSHSHSH IVE BEEN THINKING ABT HIM DRY HUMPING HIS SUB ON HIS DESK WAAAY TOO MUCH)

Elliot!Alderson who fucks you hard until your legs give out and he needs to hold your hips up cause he just needs to get his pent up anger out:( don’t get me started at how he would angrily babble at mr.robot so he shuts up, after all El knows how to treat you right<3

A story about everyones favorite Mr.Robot character Leon and his life after leaving the Dark army behind.

Warning: this story contains violence, death mentions, angst, smut, and a bunch of Seinfeld references..wayyy too many

Word count: 391

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Epilogue

The days moved slower now. Quieter. Leon had traded in the shadowy chaos of the Dark Army for something that almost resembled peace. Almost. He still took jobs—clean, quiet, off-the-grid freelance work—but there was no master to answer to, no strings on his back. Just Leon, his music, and the occasional night that ended in blood on his sneakers and silence in his soul.

Then came Noel.

He met her at a corner store in Brooklyn—the kind of meet-cute that wouldn’t sound believable even on a bad sitcom. She was reaching for the last bag of sour cream and onion chips. He cracked a joke about fate and flavor. She laughed, genuinely. Like she got him. Really got him.

She moved in that night.

Not a suitcase, not a question. Just her and that crooked smile. It should’ve set off alarms, but it didn’t. It felt… easy. Too easy.

They binge-watched Seinfeld together, quoting punchlines in sync. She laughed at his corny jokes like she wrote them. She knew how he liked his coffee, how he cleaned his knives, when to touch him and when to leave him alone. She didn’t ask about the blood or the late nights or the way he sometimes stared into nothing like he was still watching lives slip away.

She just knew.

Leon never trusted coincidence. Not in his line of work. Not in this life.

Noel. Leon. The same letters, flipped.

Brooklyn-born. Witty. Lethal silence behind warm eyes.

Sometimes he’d wake in the middle of the night and watch her sleep, wondering if he was looking at the ghost of something he lost or a mirror of something he still hadn’t found. Maybe she was just like him because she was him. A leftover shard of his fractured past, reassembled into someone else. Someone meant to find him.

And maybe that’s what scared him the most.

Because deep down, Leon knew he wasn’t alone anymore.

But he wasn’t sure if that was a blessing—or a setup.

Still, every morning, he made her coffee. Every night, she waited for him to come home, no matter what was on his hands.

And neither of them asked why.

Elliot Alderson dad! Headcanons

(Daughter edition cause I don’t want a son..🥀)

I BET he will absolutely irritates you..💔🥀

Like I can just imagine you guys are decorating a shirt for your daughter and while you guys are drawing on it you glance over at his drawing and it is so FUGLY. You eventually just tell him to go do something else while you finish the drawing.

I also think he would just let her do anything like eat leaves and such like that and say nothing about it.

Though he may let her eat dirt, he is REALLYY protective.

Surfs the internet every so often just to check up that there is no sign of her or her face is online.

Stops his morphine and smoking habits for her..❤️‍🩹

When she was first born mr robot was very present cause he was nervous and didn’t know what to do.

Hides her in his hoodie ofc

Sometimes when you glance over at him by his computer, you just see her little face peaking out of his sweater❤️❤️

When the baby gets up in the middle of the night ,he’s always the one to sit with her for a little. (he doesn’t get much sleep either way)

Sometimes he stays in the bed and talks very quietly (almost just mouthing words to her) but if she starts babbling too loud, he will move with her into the living room and bounce her around till she goes back to sleep.

(Not necessarily Elliot hc) Darlene watches her a lot. (your baby is always coming back with new cool shades or jewlery)

Has a tracker in one of her shoe tongues because he’s severely paranoid. (understandingly)

Watches a lot of movies with you and the baby.

Obviously showed her the museum he always goes to.

I think he would have one of those straps that go around your body to help hold and support the baby so you don’t necessarily have to hold them (I mean he already carries a heavy backpack everywhere anyways, so why not add his obese kid🤷‍♀️)

Huge paranoia that someone is going to hurt you guys..💔💔🥀

Sometimes when the baby smiles at him and or hugs him he gets emotional. (TEARS are pricking this man’s eyes and he has to laugh off the feeling and wipe his eyes)

Loves his daughter dearly and WILL be better father than his stinky one..❤️‍🩹