Slipknot x reader (one-shots)

21# Provoke Me?

Mick Thomson X Reader. 

Summary :  (Y/n) and Mick are out on a date. A fan dares to flatter (Y/n) in front of Mick. 

Requested by : Anonymous.

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"Mick, you ready?" (Y/n) wonders out loud, standing by the door waiting for him to join them for their day out. 

"coming!" Mick's voice is muffled as he's on the other side of the house. (Y/n) hear him stomping over as he approaches. 
"Here is am." He says as he joins (Y/n) at the door. They smile at him,"Let's go." They say and open the door, letting the guitarist leave first before leaving the house, closing and locking the door behind themselves. 

The two had decided to spend some time together outside, after several weeks of doing nothing inside. 
It's good to get some fresh air, do some shopping. It's fun! 
Though Mick had to be convinced to come with. He's not one to go out much. 
At least he's with (Y/n) while going out, better that then doing it alone. 

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"So? What do you wanna do now where here?" (Y/n) asks the guitarist, he just shrugs in response. 
"I dunno, i'll just follow you..." He answers. (Y/n) only nods, if Mick sees something of interest he's ll just say it. 
"alright, well there is a new shop that i wanted to check out." (Y/n) says, pointing with their thumb behind themselves. Mick merely nods, (Y/n) snatches his hand and starts to pull him into the direction that they wish to go. 
The guitarist follows after (Y/n) so far. 
Until there is something that catches his interest, He pulls at (Y/n) to stop them from walking, nearly pulling them down to the ground. 
"oof, what do you see something?" (Y/n) huffs, caught off guard by Mick's harsh tug on their hand. 
"those people are looking at me funny." He complains, pointing at a group of people on the other side of the street. "I don't like it." He growls.
(Y/n) squints at them while looking. It's not uncommon for fans to gawk at the guitarist, alright the groups eyes are also scanning (Y/n). Maybe Mick doesn't like the expressions the group has as they look at (Y/n).
(Y/n) sighs, "They're just fans Mick, come on." They start to walk again. Mick turns back and follows (Y/n) again. 

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"isn't this cute?" (Y/n) beams, showing the guitarist the trinket that caught their interest. "yes, very cute." Mick agrees with a swift nod, looking down and inspecting the object in (Y/n)'s hands. 
"I'm gotta go get it." They claim taking the trinket and taking to the register  of the little shop pay for it. 
Mick waits for (Y/n) to finish their purchase. 
(Y/n) skips up to him again, smiling at him and looking all giddy with their new thing. 
Mick can't help but smirk at how cute (Y/n) is being. It warms his heart every time. 

"It's already 12:30, let's get lunch your favorite place." (Y/n) suggests after checking out their wrist-watch. Mick nods in agreement, "sounds good to me." He replies, once again following after (Y/n) as they leave the shop. 
Mick already knows what (Y/n) is trying to do. They're trying to cheer him up after such a tough tour. Take his mind off of things and enjoy time with (Y/n) while he can. 
And he will surely enjoy it. 
He just let's (Y/n) guide him and take the lead, so he doesn't have to put effort in anything for a while. 
(Y/n) got this. 

Mick's favorite place to have lunch is a sandwich place. They make good sandwiches there in his opinion.  
They two pay for their own sandwiches and drink, taking a seat at a nearby bench to eat their lunch. Though out the day Mick has been thoroughly enjoying himself, and (Y/n) does too. It makes them happy that Mick is just as content at they are. 

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The two slowly walk around, scanning through the various windows of the shops while hand in hand. Mick occasionally gently squeezing (Y/n)'s hand, them squeezing back in response. 

While the two are minding their own business, a distant voice is calling. They don't react at first, until the voice get's closer and a but louder. 
"excuse me?" The voice calls. 
Mick and (Y/n) react now and turn around to see who is calling, they let got of each other's hands subconsciously. 
Behind them stands a guy, obviously a fan of Slipknot. The two can tell from the way he's gawking at the guitarist. 
"I'm sorry for disturbing but..." He is talking as politely as possible. "i'm a big fan of your music man. You inspired me to learn the guitar." He beams at Mick with big eyes that are filled to the brim with admiration. 

Mick takes a glance at (Y/n), as if asking from permission to interact with the fan. (Y/n) nods and seems to give permission. 
"are you now? That's cool." Mick says, sounding impressed. The fan only beams harder, nearly blinding (Y/n). Lucky for Mick that he is wearing his shades. 

"what's your name?" The fan asks (Y/n) as he turns to them. (Y/n) is a bit surprised that the Slipknot fan is willing to talk to them, but they really don't mind. 
Mick gives the fan a look of suspicion. 
"Well, my name is (Y/n). what's yours?" (Y/n) introduces themselves, offering a hand to the fan. 
The fan smiles, "My name is Dan, it's nice to meet you." Dan takes (Y/n)'s hands and shakes it excitedly. 
"I gotta say, you're really lovely looking. The shirt really bring out your eyes!" Dan gives a cheesy compliment. Mick grimaces quietly, he doesn't like the way Dan looks at (Y/n). 
(Y/n) turns red at the compliment, "Thanks you that's very nice of you." They chuckle, flattered at the compliment. 

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For a while this fan is interacting with (Y/n). Mick left to stand on the side of the conversation, arms crossed and looking a little annoyed. 
He's listening carefully at what the other two are talking about. Ready to snap at Dan if he says anything that Mick doesn't approve of. 

"I'd love to talk more with you. Here," Dan grabs (Y/n)'s arm, then takes a sharpie and writes his phone number on the back of (Y/n)'s wrist. "Have my number." He grins, his hand lingering on (Y/n)'s arm before letting go. 

(Y/n) is getting skeptical of this fan's behavior, "Uh, thanks I guess..." They says, looking a the digit number that's written on their arm. 
Mick almost seems to feel how (Y/n) is feeling right now, so he wraps his arm around their shoulder and glares at the fan. 
"We gotta go now, nice meeting you." The guitarist sneers, hissing through his teeth as he's trying to control himself. 
"yes, we have to go." (Y/n) agrees, also ready to leave. 

Dan looks a little disappointed, but nods and respects the decision of the other two anyway. 
"Okay, it was great meeting you." Dan waves goodbye and turns to leave also. 

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Mick is walking fast, just wanting to go home. Luckily he slows down a bit when they see (Y/n) struggle to keep up with him. 
(Y/n) can already tell that Mick is a little upset, they can see the way he's being extra rough with the door of the car. 

On the ride home it's quiet. Mick takes quick side glances at (Y/n) arm where the order of numbers is written. 
(Y/n) rubs it occasionally, trying to get rid of it already. 

Back at home, Mick drives the car up into the driveway, then turns the car off. 
"You're not gonna call him are you?" He asks, his tone of voice hard to mask the worry he has. 
(Y/n) shakes their head, "Nah, he seemed to eager to get to know me better. That's a red flag." They explain, trying to rub away the think once again. 
"besides, i saw how unhappy you looked with it."  They confess, reaching over to Mick shoulder, pulling on his shirt to get him closer. 
Mick leans over in his seat towards them, turning a little pink as (Y/n) places a kiss on his temple.
"You don't have to worry about anything Mick." They say softly, placing another kiss on his cheek before moving away and leaving the car. 

Mick rubs his face, that action still manages to fluster him even today. 
Taking a deep breath he leaves the car, locking it behind himself. 

From what (Y/n) said, he's gonna take their word for it. 
"come on,  i'll make your favorite for diner tonight!" (Y/n) says with a big smile as they watch Mick walk up to the porch. 
Hearing that, it makes the guitarist smile. 

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