either way soooo nice of he to do this!!

anonymous asked:

I love your writing! (Especially when it comes to Elliott ;)) If it's not too much trouble, can I please request little drabble with Emily and Leah trying to set up Elliott and a fem farmer? If it's not something you usually do, then I'm super sorry for bothering you, but I figured it couldn't hurt to ask. Either way, have a nice day!

I’m soooo sorry I just got to this!! D: hopefully you’re still active to see this anon :) of course I’ll do it for you! i love prompts haha so here goes!

Elliott mostly preferred to drink in the quiet serenity of his beach cabin, but once in a great while, he ventured out to the saloon in the evening to drink with company. It was a Thursday night, and it was raining, so he was one of the only patrons that night other than the bartender and Leah, to his dismay. He shrugged and cracked open a novel at his booth in the corner of the room. He knew better than to bother Leah unless she approached him first, as he learned the hard way once that she only came in when she was frustrated with one of her latest projects. For some time he sat and sipped a strong beer, picking away at a veggie burger.

The door chimed, and in walked a rain-soaked farmer. Elliott looked up and smiled to himself. Even though their dress was stained a bit and their floppy hat was bleached from the sun, they still glowed with a certain pride that Elliott admired. They gave him a shy smile and waltzed over to Leah’s table. The two of them chatted for a few minutes, and Elliott tried his best to focus back on his meal.

Meanwhile, Emily let out a squeal of delight, rushing over to them. They spoke in hushed tones.

“You made it!”

“Trust me, MC, you won’t regret this. Just remember what we talked about earlier, okay?” 

“Okay.” They glanced at Elliott nervously. His nose was buried in a book, apparently unaware of the scene about to unfold.

Emily returned to the bar to fill up another glass, bringing it over to Elliott’s table. He looked up in amused confusion.

“What’s this?”

“Courtesy of MC.” She tossed her head in the farmer’s general direction, who gave him a small wave.

“Tell them thank you for me. This is marvelous.” He beamed and held up the cup in thanks. “Tell them to come over here.”

Emily nodded, hardly concealing her excitement. The farmer swallowed and approached the table slowly.

“Thank you for the drink. Sit.” He gestured to the empty seat across from him. The farmer sat. “What’s the occasion?”

The farmer snuck a glance towards Leah and Emily, who silently motioned them to continue.

“To celebrate the day that I ask you on a first date.” The farmer spat out before they could second-guess themselves. Elliott’s eyes widened for a moment, then a bashful grin spread across his face. 

“Really? I didn’t take you for the bold type.” He sipped his drink and studied them, a smirk playing on his lips.

“I’m…full of surprises.” The farmer shrugged, blushing furiously. For a few seconds, Elliott was silent, and it wasn’t until he spoke again that the farmer realized they were holding their breath.

“Well, in that case, I would love to treat you to drinks tomorrow night, if you can spare the time.” Elliott smiled warmly. This time, it was the farmer’s turn to blanche.


“Of course.” He reached out and grabbed their hand. “To be honest with you, MC, I was wondering when you’d ask.”

“That obvious, huh?” 

Elliott chuckled. The farmer blushed redder and redder, if that were even possible. Then, they realized something. 

“Wait, I thought you didn’t take me for the bold type.” They narrowed their eyes suspiciously.

“I was hoping you’d go out on a limb for me. You know, I love a person who can make the first move.” His eyes sparkled with mischief.

Emily and Leah watched the two eagerly, giggling excitedly amongst themselves. The farmer stared wordlessly at Elliott.

“Well, anyway, I’ll arrive at seven to walk you there. I look forward to it, MC.” He smiled, earnestly this time, a hint of a flush rising in his cheeks. 

“Y-Yeah, me, too.” They choked on their words, rising from the seat and stumbling out of the saloon. 

As the farmer walked home, their mind played the scene on a continual loop. 

They couldn’t believe it: they actually had a date with Elliott. Tomorrow.

Their heart soared.

Thanks for the ask anon! Again, sorry it took so long–I was on a semi-hiatus. Hope you liked Elliott here as much as I did :))