The Alderson Family

The Alderson family

Okay I’m a whore for coffee shop AUs can I have Elliot as a barista and Tyrell goes to his coffee shop every morning/as frequently as you want for his coffee ? Cos getting his coffee while Mr S is in the car waiting is the only thing he does by himself all day ? Also can you give Tyrell a Bluetooth earpiece thingy so he sounds like an asshole :) Bonus for a lil Swedish <3

I decided to make this alt. Verse Tyrell and our verse Elliot. It’s a nice change-up from our regularly scheduled program. I think it’s a little different than what you were expecting, but I hope you enjoy it~~

And, we have a sweet softie Tyrell! Who’s as much as an awkward geek as Elliot. 

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Skipping away from work was one of his favorite reprieves. Amongst the long structured days, it felt good to leave the office to get a bit of fresh air.

There was a queer coffee shop a few blocks from the office. Inside, the walls were littered with books stacked high. Shelves arranged by a range of genres to the heart’s content. He especially enjoyed their window display. As it was packed with hanging mini pride flags on the string. Zines carefully picked and put out for display. Queer stories about queer love and trans rights advocacy, representing people of all breaths of life.

For him, it was the addition of plants. Who doesn’t love walking into a mini tropical forest?

Psycho killers. Psycho killers down. They’re the exception.

His favorite genre was the fantasy/adventure section with the caveat of gay romance. It swooped up his heart, amidst the dragon figure and sword clashing, a little bit of love wrapped it all up for him. Bonus points for vivid descriptions! 

Beating back the woes of evil~

They had all his goods!

 He fixed his glasses to his nose as he stepped out of his old outback Subaru. Locking it closed.

He was a regular at the shop. Every few days he would stop by to collect a snack, peruse the line of books when he was looking for something new. It felt good to be seen and happy in such a wonderful place.

***

He stepped up the counter, scanning the chalkboard. “I’ll have a matcha latte with soy milk...and a tossed chicken salad.”

“Will there be anything else?” Elliot asked, thumbing it into the system. 

“And ahh…” His eyes moved to a corner of the menu. “A slice of your bacon and spinach quiche. With a macron.”

“Which flavor?”

His eyes flicked down, taking in the employee before him. His curls black curls tossed to the side, slightly wild and free from his short shaved sides. They framed his delicious lips and striking cheekbones. He could cut ice with that jawline.

And, there was a wonderful little pride flag pinned to the corner of his apron.

He’s new!

 “Chocolate…” He said softly, eyes gleaming in a smile as they rested on him. 

He hadn’t noticed him before. Usually, there was a helm of queer fems running the front. Though, there was that one busboy... 

Alright, this isn’t the time to gush! He’s just a random barista!

“That’ll be 24.89,” The ticket clicked out and he slid him over the paper after he paid. He plucked him a pen that bobbled, unicorn head jiggling as Tyrell signed. Their fingers brushed when he slid back the bill. “Did you just start here? I haven’t seen you before.”

“About a week ago… What’s your name?”

“Hm?”

“For the order?”

“Oh-” He blushed, “Tyrell.” Elliot slicked the name across the cup.

“Do you like it here?”

“It’s alright,” He mumbled, reaching into the case for a slice of quiche. “The people are nice.” Another guest stepped up the board, searching for their order. “It’ll be a few minutes for your food. I’ll bring it over, okay?”

He gave a quick nod and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. “Of course,” and crossed the room. He settled into a nook under the hanging baskets in front of the window. It was his favorite spot to be. He would read his naughty books in private, quietly flustered in the best of ways. 

It took some time but eventually, the order came. Elliot slicked a hand through his hair before bringing it over. “Here you are,” He said, setting down the plates. “Do need anything else…?”

Tyrell startled, head shooting out of one of his dirty romance novels. Face flustered, feeling caught red-handed. “Huh? Oh, no, it’s fine!” He gestured, lips still moving. “But…”

Elliot’s eyebrows raised.

Shit! “Um,” He blubbered, trying to find the words to speak. “What’s your name?”

He blinked, holding his gaze. Softening. “It’s Elliot.”

“Elliot! Elliot, that’s nice…” His mind drifted, swaying with the words of his book. “Would… would you like to get coffee sometime? Not like this, not now, but some other time?”

Now, it was the other one’s turn to blush, cracking a smile in surprise. “Yeah, I’d be open to that.”

  A phone blared, buzzing in Wellick’s back pocket. Mr. S blowing him up about something annoying urgent. “Ah- I’m so sorry,” He fished it frantically out of his pocket, blaring in his hand. “I need to get this, I’ll come over when I’m done. Okay?”

Something drummed in Elliot. Maybe it was the light or the sound of his soft voice. But those soft blue eyes, they got him. “I get off in 10, let’s talk then.”

“Min here, [My lord]” He whispered, breathless.

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing! Don’t worry about it!”

"You mean Mr Robot?"

"No"

"Elliot?"

"No... The other one"

Where are you working these days? You have a boyfriend? How’s your dad?

mr. robot side character week - day 4: favourite side character quote - leon, s2e04

A headcannon where if Tyrell is alive...he tells V*ra to fuck off and stay away from Elliot.

Warning: Depictions of violence. 

Setting: This is taking place in an abandoned warehouse. Where Vera deals out of.

******

Tyrell cocked the gun against his head, driving into Vera’s skull.

“C’mon man, there’s no reason for that,” He purred, arms opened and chest puffed out. “We both love ‘em, can’t we friends?”

Wellick’s lips curled, his swooped falling forward and dusting his forehead. “Don’t you dare put your filthy hands on him!” He took a shot at his knee, sending Vera doubled over on the ground.

That wicked smile remained, half baiting him to fucking drive it into him. “I think you misunderstand. I love Elliot! Just like you! I want us to be partners, ya know? Two kings of this fine New York institution” He laughed, “What? Do you want in on the deal too? I bet he told you about it. He knocked me out good that night. At that hot ‘n sexy therapist's place.” He whistled, peering up at him, starring down the glock. “She was really somethin’, ya know? They don’t make many like her, with her soft ‘n luscious ski-”

Tyrell sunked a boot into his chest, sending him flying and doubling over, wheezing. He splattered hot liquid on the cement. “Wha-What was that for? You hate women or somethin’?”

He cracked into him again, ignoring the bite of his foot. He should have worn his steel-toed boots today. 

Duty calls~

“No, you piece of shit,” He stepped over to him, crouching down to look the scum fucker in the face. “I hate you,” He hoicked up a noogy and spat, sending it splattered in Vera’s eyelids.

He pawed for Wellick’s shirt, yanking him forward. It sent the two into a furry of fists. They rolled across the ground, lobbing punches into each other as they struggled for battle. Wellick’s gun clambered across the concrete as they rolled. Vera had height and strength on him, but Wellick had the edge. His quickness. He sent sharp jabs to his face, disorienting Vera’s brain. He clamped his hand around his throat, throwing his weight forward, and forcibly pinned him down. He was unleashed.

“Don’t you EVER touch Elliot or so help-me-god I WILL come back and finish the job!” He screeched, veins pooped and furiously red. The other fished, soar gasping breathes released from his throat. Gutteral gasps. Vera’s feet fought beneath him, hands clawing at his wrapped fingers.

Vera snapped and sunk digits into his eye, making him recoil. He released- stopping his hands to his face as he screamed.

Vera wheezed, crawling for the gun in a desperate attempt to get away. His hand outstretched, pawing-

His body snapped back, a fist digging into his shirt and yanking him backward in a snap movement. Through hazy sight, Tyrell connected a fast fist with the back of his skull. A guttural, desperate sound bellowed from his lips. Vera collapsed, foggy. His assailant slipped his fingers together as he bludgeoned his face. Hammering down on his face in long, hard rail to his face. His blue gloves became warm with blood, smashing Vera’s fine nose into a flattened pump. He wailed on him, waiting until his body eased, giving into his slaughter.

His mouth bubbled blood, body releasing a quiet, painful primal moan.

Wellick pausing, breathing hard as he loomed over the body, taking in his damage. He was close, close enough if the ER took him. 

His hack doctor would save him. He was a wanted man by many.

“Accept this as a warning. You won’t touch him, you won’t contact him. You’ll be a ghost to his memories,” He rose and sunk another kick into his side. Vera hurled, releasing the contents of his stomach.

He smacked off his surgical gloves, running a hand through his hair as he breathed. Blood pumping.

“There won’t be a second time.”

He strolled off, slamming the door behind him.