𝗖𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗘 𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗞. [elmo x reader]

CHAPTER SIX

[listen to a dark academia playlist while reading, it makes it better trust me]

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“𝗁𝖾𝗒, 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌?” a soft voice spoke.

“huh?” your eyes widened as you quickly wiped your tears away and glanced up at the person asking the question.

“oh it’s you, elmo right?”

“the one and only” the male playfully winked, his curious eyes scanning your face.

“a penny for your thoughts?” he asked again, offering you a warm smile as he leaned over you.

you paused for a second. if you were correct, it was gonna rain later today and to be completely honest, you didn’t want to go back home-- not yet. not after your dad just threatened to kick you out of the house if you failed another quarter exam.

you gave the male a glance.

elmo was a stranger, but he was a good stranger-- at least that's how you saw it.

you stood up beside him. “hmmm how about a coffee instead?”

elmo smiled, “deal”.

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“anyways what’s on your mind?” the redhead asked, handing you your coffee as he sat in the seat in front of you. you looked at the window and the grey clouds outside as you took a small sip of your coffee. [favorite flavor] ── just how you liked it.

you looked back at elmo. “do you really wanna know?” you asked, testing him. 

he grinned, “yes of course i do”

“are you sure?”

“i’m sure”

“are you super sure?”

“yes? why would i have asked you otherwise” he let out a small chuckle.

“hmmm i don’t know, i still gotta watch out. stranger danger you know” you joked, setting your cup down.

elmo sighed, “are we really strangers now?”

“well, there is not a lot i know about you apart from your name and that you are a college student, so yeah basically still strangers”

“ouch” he fained hurt. “well then let’s fix that”

you scoffed.

“let me ask again” he began, his honey glazed eyes locking on yours, “y/n what's on your mind?”

“fine i’ll tell you.”

a long pause of silence settled before you spoke.

“first degree murder-- that’s what’s on my mind’

elmo gasped dramatically clutching his chest.  “oh my-”

“it’s… th-that’s so deep!”

“first degree murd-” he slapped a hand over his mouth. “how poetic, how… how...”

“mysterious,” you grinned.

“yes! first degree murder-- aH! the perfect activity to do with a lover!

just imagine it: you and your lover looking down at the blood pooling around one of your victims-- his eyes big in fear as life drains out of them. suddenly, you hear sirens in the distance and so you run holding on to your lover’s hand as the moonlight shines upon you both, and there in the distance camille introduction and rondo capriccioso op. 28 starts to play. your breathing becoming rag but he notices this and squeezes your hand tighter giving you a reassuring smile as he locks his eyes with yours-- aCK!” elmo barbled in a rushed passionate manner as he waved his arms around in a dramatic way while telling his story.