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From Starbucks to where we are now (Elliot Alderson x Reader Smut)
Request: An imagine where reader (girls) is as socially awkward as Elliot and works at Starbucks. Elliot comes in one day and she notices him extra and then a few days after HE asks for her number but she says no but writes it on his cup. And then some relationship stuff and fluff, and maybe some smut at the end if you’d like.
A/N: I hope you like and enjoy this imagine, because I do! Leave your comments behind!
Word count : 2,032
please!“ You shouted and took care of
the next customer in the line. Today was a very rough day at Starbucks. So many
people came in and out and you barely had time to take a little break.
Unfortunately, one of your co-workers fell ill so the whole work was waiting
only for you and for another girl. It was pretty exhausting. You had to take
orders and serve people at the same time, while your other co-worker prepared
After a few
hours, you were very tired and your feet began to hurt terribly. You took a
look at your watch and noticed that only three hours had left for your end of
work. Rolling your eyes, you pulled yourself together and continued your
there were some jerks who tried to hit on you. You experienced such things
every time at work. But you didn’t pay much attention, not even defend
yourself. You were not the type of girl who socialized a lot. You were different.
You rather spend some time alone instead of meeting people or going out.
Besides, you barely had friends to hang out with and reject everybody who tried
to spend some time with you. The only friend you had was Amanda, your
co-worker. She was nice and funny. You could trust her.
gave an old lady her order, a young man at your age stepped in front of you.
You gave him slight smile. “What would you like to order?” He stared at the
menu behind you, surveying it thoughtfully. Then his green-blue eyes gazed at
yours. “What would you recommend?” His question took you off guard. Normally,
you never got questions like this. Something told you that he was very
different than other people, maybe even more different than you. Your eyes wandered
at the black hoodie he was wearing. You always had a thing for hoodies in
general. You almost had a collection of different colors of hoodies in your
wardrobe. Admittedly, it suited him very well.
would prefer Caramel Macchiato, sir.” You replied politely. His eyes still was
fixed on you, which made you feel very uncomfortable. It felt like his eyes
would pierce wholes through your body. “Caramel Macchiato it is then.” You wrote
down his order as he took a place at the end of the room. You followed every
single move he made, so mesmerized by this young man because you knew he was
unusual. As he looked back, you instantly tore your eyes away from him and told
Amanda to prepare his order so you could give it to him.
minutes later, you nervously walked to the young man of whom you did not even know his name. “Here
you go!” You mumbled as you lay the cup of Caramel Macchiato on his table. “Thanks.”
He said before you walked away with some strange feeling in your stomach.
It was not the
only encounter with him. He would used to come every day from now on, always
ordering the same drink and sitting at the same spot, while he used to tip
something on his laptop. You wondered what he did.
Once in a while,
he would stare at you, observing every move you did. You must say, you kind of
liked his attention. He was very handsome and the most beautiful man you had
ever seen in your life.
“Hey..” You heard
someone mumble behind you. As you turned around, you saw him, clothed in his
usual black hoodie you fell in love with. Sometimes you wished he would give it
to you so you could add it to your collection. “Hey..” You answered. It was Sunday
and the store wasn’t as much as full as it used to be. He handed you over some
money. “The usual, please.” You nodded and started to prepare his order.
“C-can I have
your number?” You almost got and heart attack and nearly dropped the whole
macchiato on the floor. What was he asking? Your number? “No!” You shook your head. How could you give
him your number? You didn’t even know that guy. You turned around only to look
at his sad facial expression. “What a pity..” You thought about it. Maybe giving a try?
He wanted to grab
the cup in your hand but you pulled it away from him. You sighed, grabbed a
marker and noted your number on the plastic cup, which made him smile widely.
After he went out of the store, you hoped inwardly not to regret the choice you
made. And you didn’t.
Only a few hours
later, he called you only to tell you that he wanted to meet you. And since you
had no other plans for the week, you
agreed at his offer.
You spent your
first “date” in his apartment. His name was Elliot Alderson, a very wonderful name,
and he was working for AllSafe. As you suspected, he was pretty different. You
found out he suffered from anxiety, depression, paranoia and delusions. Besides,
being touched made him feel very uncomfortable but he made an exception when it
came to you. He didn’t mind you touching or hugging him, no he felt better.
You always used
to play with Flipper, because you loved dogs with your whole being. And Elliot
loved watching you when you played with her. You told him about your hoodie
collection, that you loved long walks, dark rooms and coffee. That’s why you
also worked at Starbucks. The rest of the night you used to cuddle a lot,
watching films on Netflix while eating Popcorn.
From that day on,
you both were dating each other. He would take you out for long walks as you
used to like and sometimes spent the whole night with you awake and surrounded
by the dark, talking to you about different stuff. And you grew to love him
every single day. He created feelings in you that nobody had before. He may be
awkward or unusual but he was interesting too and you loved him.
It was a rainy
day as you came back from work, paying Elliot a visit. Actually, you spent every
day in his apartment, he even asked you if you’d like to move in with him. You
clothes were wet from the rain because you were too silly to take an umbrella
with you. All you wanted was taking a nice shower, wearing some of Elliot’s
comfy clothes and cuddling with him on the sofa.
He greeted you
with an amused smile as he opened the door, giving you soft kiss on your cheek.
“Save your silly comments, El!” You warned him and entered the apartment. On your
way to the bathroom, you took of your jacket and shoes, Elliot watching you. “I’m
taking a shower, babe.” You told him. You were too busy with taking off your
clothes so that you not noticed that you hadn’t locked up the door.
And of course,
Elliot took the advantage of sneaking into the shower. He was waiting for this
moment a long time. As you stepped under the shower and turned off the water,
you were greeted with hot warm water, that instantly calmed your tensed
muscles. You sighed contently, feeling the exhaustion washing away from your
strong arms were wrapped around your waist and you flinched at the sudden
contact. You were almost screaming if there wasn’t Elliot who held his hand
over your mouth. “Shh.. baby.. It’s me. “He whispered seductively in your ear. “Elliot!
What are you doing here?!” You hissed, as he pulled away his hand. “Wanted to
shower with you. What else?” You slightly felt nervous because it was the first
time he would ever see you naked. You were very self conscious about your body,
and didn’t like it very much. “Elliot, please go out.” You pushed him away but
it was useless since he was stronger than you. “No..!” He whined. “I want to
shower with you!” You turned to him, looking lightly sad. “Elliot, please. I
don’t want you to see me like this.” He stared at you confused. “Like what?”
“My body.” You
gulped. “I don’t want to see you my body like this.” He pushed you against his
well built chest, stroking your wet hair lovingly. “What’s wrong with your
body?” He asked. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, kissing his
tender flesh. “I don’t like my body, El. I feel fat.”
(Y/N). You’re not fat. You’re perfect.” You smiled a little bit at his
statement. “And besides, I don’t care what you’re look like. You’re beautiful
to me. Inside and out.” You pressed your body against his, mumbling an “Thank
you,Elliot.” He kissed your forehead. “May I show you how much I love you?” You
exhaled nervously, knowing exactly what he meant. It was your first time and he
would take your virginity in a bathroom. Not really the way you imagined your
first time, but hey it could be very exciting. You nodded your head in
determination. “You may..” You softly spoke.
Elliot pushed you
carefully against the wall, his lips were pressed against yours, kissing you
with hunger and lust. His hands were trailing all over your body, leaving
shivers wherever he touched. As he nibbled on your neck, a low moan escaped
your lips and you could feel yourself getting wet between your legs. Elliot found
your sweet spot with no difficulty, sucked and licked the tender skin.
You wrapped your
hands around his body, your nails digging into the skin of his back. He pressed
you more against the wall, loving the way you made him feel. You could notice
his erection against your stomach, biting your lip. “Jump.” Elliot panted and
you did as he ordered, wrapping your legs around his waist. He continued to
pleasure your neck until there was nothing more left than hickeys. Although
they would be visible at work tomorrow, you could care less. You were too much
into this moment and enjoyed Elliot’s amazing mouth on your neck.
One hand wrapped
around your waist, his other hand trailed down to your sensitive area, his
thumps teasing your clit. You rolled your eyes in pleasure, moaning out his
name. “Elliot!” He continued to tease your entrance and later on inserted one
finger into you, pumping his finger in a slowly and agonizing way. “Mhmm,
Elliot could get
used to the sweet sounds you made because of him. He looked at you in
admiration, how you bit your lower lip, trying to muffle your moans and how
your eyes fluttered with lust. He couldn’t wait any longer and slowly slid
himself into you. His already hard erection was filling you completely,
stretching your walls. Deep and low moans escaped your lips and after Elliot
gave you time to adjust to his size, he began to move. First very gentle and carful,
later wild and passionate.
groaned, pressing your foreheads together, losing himself in this intimate
moment. Thrusting harder, he hit one spot you craved for the whole time, making
you yelp. He kept thrusting that spot,
making you see the stars. Slowly, you felt something build up in your stomach
and knew that your high was approaching. “I-I’m going t-to cum, El!” You
panted. Elliot nodded his head. “I’m c-close too..”
You buried your
face again in the crook of his neck, feeling your high coming closer and
closer. Suddenly your walls clenched around Elliot’s member and you arched your
back, screaming his name. Elliot rode you through your orgasm and after his
thrust became sloppy, he came himself. You were on birth control, so you didn’t
mind him releasing into you. You both took a moment to calm down from your
highs. Elliot pecked your lips, sliding out of you. “I love you, (Y/N). It was
“I love you, too
Elliot.” You responded. “And yeah, I agree with you. It was beyond beautiful.”
You washed each other before you stepped out of the shower. From now you were
definitely a fan of bathroom sex.
3 hours. The meeting started three 3 hours ago. Still, Genos couldn’t bring himself to shrug off the comforting weight of his sensei and get ready. He had been absolutely mortified to wake up and find that he’d fallen asleep during dinner, and in the middle of Saitama’s story no less!! He had quickly moved to try and find the older man only to be weakly held down by a light weight. He turned to see what said weight was and almost short circuited.
“S-sensei?” He mumbled to himself.
It was odd to see the bald man asleep this late in the morning. It was a little known fact, and by little known it’s meant only Genos, that Saitama was a very restless sleeper. Saitama only slept for a few hours a night before being awoken by strange, off the wall dreams and then going to train. The most Genos had ever seen Saitama sleep was 4 hours, but looking at the clock it had been almost 6! A new, and definitely improved, record! Genos decided that it was imperative to let his friend sleep. But that had been 3 hours ago and now the meeting was probably over, he was probably in trouble - not that he cared - and he was beginning to worry about Saitama-Sensei, someone doesn’t go from sleeping an average of 3.46 hours a night to 9 in ONE DAY.
“What should I do, I don’t want to wake him, but I’m worried. Sensei what would you do..?” He whined to himself.
Genos contemplated for another half hour before deciding it was best to make sure Saitama was alright. He took a deep breath and steeled himself.
“S-sensei!” He stammered out, in a manly totally non cracking voice.
Saitama inhaled violently as he whipped his head up and looked around in a confused manner.
“W-what? You- you good Gen? What up man?” He grumbled as he wiped drool from his face as if he was confused as to how it got there.
“I’m fine Sensei, I was just beginning to worry about you, you’ve been sleeping for almost 10 hours!”
“10 HOURS!?! GENOS WHY DIDN’T YOU WAKE ME??” He cried quickly jumping up and rushing to get ready.
“DON’T YOU HAVE A MEETING TODAY?? YOU’RE GONNA BE LATE DUDE!!” He scolded while trying to pull on his pants.
“We’ve already missed it Sensei… I’m sorry” the Cyborg mumbled quietly.
Saitama paused. He felt bad, he didn’t mean to make Genos feel like he’d done something wrong, Saitama just felt partially responsible for Genos and wanted to make sure he was successful at whatever he tried to achieve.
“Genos, you’re not in trouble, I’m sorry I was yelling. I just want you to do well y'know? I care about how things turn out for you.” He mumbled honestly, going a little pink in the face.
Genos smiled coyly, “I know…Saitama-San.”
Saitama blushed fully now, it was hard for him to feel fully attracted to Genos when he called him ‘Sensei’ it was a turn off for him. But hearing the younger male call him by his name was one of the most exciting things for him. He cleared his throat.
“Well if the meetings, already over, we have no reason to go out today. Let’s just go back to bed.”
Genos nodded. Saitama changed back in to his pajamas and laid next to the blond. In just a few seconds Genos had him wrapped tightly in his arms, as strong at he was, he liked feeling protected too. They laid silently like this for a few minutes before Genos broke the silence.
“Why did you sleep so well last night?” He asked gently.
“I guess because I didn’t get any sleep while you were gone?”
It was Genos’ turn to yell.
“WHAT?? SENSEI THAT’S NOT GOOD FOR YOUR HEART!!!” He held Saitama a few inches away while he said this.
“Sorry, I just kinda forgot how weird it felt to sleep alone, it felt wrong without you here.”
Now it was Genos’ turn to blush like a beat.
“I-I see.” Was all he could muster. They returned to their close position holding each other and within a few minutes their breathing had synchronized. Just as he was about to nod off Genos mumbled out,
Stretching your arms above your head, you made your way back to the couch. Seeing Elliot already on it made you smile and you were happy to see him relaxed for once.Pushing your hair behind your ear, you fixed your pajama bottoms then sat on the couch curling into his side. Humming in pleasing, you rested you head on his chest as he slowly wrapped his arm around you.
You never knew robots could be so real, until your parents gave you Taehyung.
-Why can’t I go with you? I can go and keep you company-
You shook your head. -You have to wait here-
He cocked his head to the side like puppies do when they are curious. -Why?- Sighing you gave your hair a last retouch with your flat iron, you were getting ready to go to class and Taehyung was having a hard time grasping on the concept of you going somewhere without him. -Taehyung wasn’t programmed to stay away from Y/N-
You glared at him through the mirror, he was looking at you with the cutest face, pouty lips and adorable eyes, if you didn’t know any better you would have sworn the boy standing behind you was a real human. -Why are you speaking on third person?-
-I’m sorry owner- he said quickly. -I was programmed to not be away from you-
Scrolling through the Genyatta tag is like the best thing ever
It’s just like one of the purest ships ever and for the most part the tag is full of beautiful, adorable, sweet, and pure fluff platonic robot/cyborg love. It’s now one of my favorite tags to look through.
How would you want the first Fitzsimmons kiss to happen?
Signs of Life
A/N: If you asked me back in s2, I would have answered with this.
Listen, the musicians and the poets, the novelists and the
playwrights, they rarely get it right.
Reality is not beautiful. It’s unretouched, blunt, and there’s
no swelling music or cursive lines of metaphors when his lips on yours is the
climax to an epic saga.
There’s just you on the empty rooftop of a building somewhere
not on the maps, the night as fractured and frail as you are. You’ve long
learned to chart constellations from the scars on your flesh instead of stars,
but there are times when you just want the world to be softer because you’ve
fought hard enough.
(And God have you fought hard. Hold your hand over your
chest and know that your heart is a fist covered in blood.)
“I checked on you, but you weren’t in bed. I got worried.” The
boy is panting when he finds you here in your solitude. He always finds you,
twenty footsteps or entire galaxies apart.
He loves you. It hurts how much you love him too.
It hurts, for you know in another universe everything could
have been kinder to you both, and you’re sorry he’s stuck in this one with
someone who’s more ghost than girl.
“I’m scared of falling asleep” is what you say instead. I’m scared of my own mind.
“Then fall asleep with me. I can’t chase away your
nightmares but I promise to be there when you wake up.”
He’s trying to help and it’s a desperate kind of hopeful. He’s
looking at you and it’s a million tiny miracles pulsing from his veins to your
(Sometimes you need it to fight. Other times just let it be
a heart, let it remind you that you’re alive.)
So you kiss him. Even though life has woven itself into the
notches of your spine and it cracks messily every time you breathe, even though
tears are in your eyes and the dull ache never leaves your lungs, you still
You kiss him, and you taste salt against his lips, it’s
melancholic and clumsy, and the night is silent save for his revered whisper of
It’s not beautiful, this kiss, but yours is not a story for
spilled ink and timeless love songs.
Yours is a boy who smells like coming home, like a safe place
to fall apart and to build each other up again.