It had only been about a month since Y/N's 21st birthday. It was fairly standard in terms of how birthdays go. But tonight, Y/N was just sitting at home, in their small apartment, watching whatever rerun or whatever infomercial was playing on the TV on this Saturday night.
It was already 12AM, and Y/N was about to turn off the TV to head to bed, when suddenly there was a knock at the front door.
Y/N jumped, startled by the late night visitor. Slowly they stood, making their way over to the door and peering out the peephole. On the other side of the door stood a, somewhat, familiar looking man who donned an old trucker hat, from which his ginger hair peaked out.
Y/N cracked open the door and spoke, “Patrick?...”
Patrick smiled brightly when he saw Y/N.
“Y/N! I was worried you didn't live here anymore or I misremembered the address!” Patrick said, still standing out in the cold.
“What are you doing here? It's been like 2 years since I last saw you.” Y/N asked, very confused why their old friend would make a surprise visit this late at night.
Patrick, remembering why he was there, began his story, “Oh yea, well you see, me and the guys are starting our new tour- you remember Fall Out Boy, right?”
Y/N nodded and chuckled, “How could I forget?”
Patrick continues, “Well, since this first show is fairly far from our houses, we booked hotel rooms to stay in tonight before we have to hit the road tomorrow. And I guess something got messed up with my reservation and we didn't find out until just now, and I remembered that you lived like down the street from where the guys were staying and…”
As Patrick began to trail off, Y/N sighed. They stepped to the side, opening the front door wider to let Patrick in.
“Alright, alright. Just get in here.” Y/N said, motioning for Patrick to enter.
Once inside, Patrick quickly took off his shoes and put them next to yours by the door. He quickly looked around the living room, taking in the way it looked.
“Wow, this place hasn't changed a bit. I remember when you first moved into this place almost right after high school.” Patrick said as he walked over to the couch.
“Yup, just around the same time your band started taking off.” Y/N followed Patrick, standing next to him.
“Oh yeah… you still have that roommate?” He asks, not looking directly at Y/N.
“Oh, Mark? No, he moved out like a year ago. I mostly use his old room for storage now. I got promoted at work, so I'm able to live by myself fairly comfortably.” Y/N said, motioning towards the room on the other side of the apartment.
The room went silent for a moment, neither of the two knowing what to say to progress the conversation.
Y/N cleared their throat, trying to break the awkwardness in the room, “well, you remember where the bathroom is, feel free to use the shower. I'll figure out a place for you to sleep, ok?”
Patrick gave a small smile and nodded, heading to the bathroom. Y/N looked at their couch, intending to have Patrick sleep there, but they remembered how the middle had broken and the spring that would poke out.
They decided the best place for Patrick to sleep would just be in their queen size bed, sinve it was big enough for two people to sleep comfortably. So Y/N went to their room and made sure the bed was made nicely, picking up the few clothing items that were on the floor, and then grabbing an old tee shirt and some sweats for Patrick to wear.
When Y/N heard the shower running, they knocked on the door, “Hey, Patrick, here are some clothes you can sleep in, I'm going to put them on top of the toilet, ok?”
“O-ok, sounds good!” Patrick said from inside the bathroom. Y/N quickly went in, placing the clothes on the toilet before leaving and closing the door again.
A few minutes passed and Patrick had left the bathroom, now in the provided clothes.
“Thanks again, Y/N.” He said.
“Don't worry about it.” Y/N replied, “I hope it's ok, though, my couch is busted up so we'll have to share my bed.”
Patrick froze for a second, blushing slightly, “a-are you sure? I really don't mind the couch.”
Y/N shrugged, “Nah, it's fine. Besides, we used to share beds all the time in high school and middle school. Remember all the sleep overs we used to have?”
“I guess that's true.” Patrick slowly followed Y/N to their bedroom, matching their movements as they got into bed. Once both were under the blankets, Y/N turned off the bedside light.
~~~
Y/N was about to drift off, when they felt Patrick shift behind them. Then, his arm draped over them.
Heh, he hasn't changed at all. Y/N thought, Always a cuddler.
Y/N moved closer to Patrick, accepting that they would be held while they slept, but as they inched back to press their back against Patrick, they felt something between them.
What is that? Y/N thought.
Y/N moved their hips, trying to figure out what the object was.
Did I leave something in the bed? A water bottle, or-
Just then, Y/N felt the object twitch. Y/N froze as they realized what it was. As Y/N's movements halted, a groan left Patrick's throat. Without warning, Patrick's hold on Y/N tightened, pulling them in closer and pressing them harder against his erection.
Y/N dared not to make a noise to wake Patrick because, honestly? They found it pretty hot.
Slowly, Patrick's hips started moving, grinding his clothed cock against Y/N's ass. His motions were slow at first, but then they got harder and faster. Without thinking, Y/N let out a moan.
The movement suddenly stopped and Y/N froze. They let out a breathy whisper, “Patrick?”
Patrick suddenly sat up, pulling himself away from Y/N, “fuck! I'm so, so sorry. I was asleep and I didn't realize that I was doing that and-” before Patrick could continue his sentence, Y/N spoke up.
“C-can we keep going?” Y/N asked, watching Patrick's figure in the darkness.
Patrick stopped, unsure of what to say. Before he could respond, Y/N was slowly crawling over to him, straddling his hips, before sitting down on him.
Patrick let out a groan at the feeling of Y/N's clothed crotch pressing down on his erect dick. “O-only if you're ok with this.”
Without responding, Y/N began to grind on Patrick's cock, feeling the way it strained against the fabric of the sweatpants. Patrick's head fell back as his hands when to Y/N's hips, helping them rock back and forth.
Soon, Patrick was bucking up with every forward motion that Y/N made, becoming consumed by the feeling of the friction on his dick.
“F-fuck, I think I'm going to cum.” Patrick stuttered as he pulled Y/N's hips down harder on him.
Y/N moaned and spoke just above a whisper, “Patrick…” And with the simple uttering of his name, Patrick bucked one last time and came, leaving a wet mark on the sweatpants he was wearing.
Y/N crawled off of Patrick, laying back in their spot on the bed as they both came down from the sudden rush. For a few minutes, the room was silent again before Y/N spoke up.
“Not to make this weirder than it already is, but… I wanted to do that for a really long time now.” Y/N said.
“To grind me on?” Patrick asked, confused and slightly embarrassed.
“No, well yes, but… I mean…” Y/N paused for a minute to get their thoughts in order, “Just before you left to start touring with Fall Out Boy, I realized I liked you, like a lot. But then you got so into the band and it was working out really well and I didn't want to get in the way of that, and then… you just left.”
The room was quiet again before Patrick started giggling.
“Hey! I just confessed to you and you start laughing?” Y/N said, turning to face Patrick again.
“No! No, it's not that it's just.” Patrick laughed again, “I mean, I spent all that time having a crush on you and thinking you didn't like me back. And now here we are.”
At this point, Patrick's laughing was contagious, and Y/N started to giggle too.
As they both started to settle down, Y/N spoke again, “well, I know you're on tour and everything, but maybe from now on you can give me a call or or shoot me a text every once in a while, and then when you're done we can hang out again, like we used to.”
“I'd like that.” Patrick said before draping an arm over Y/N again.
Soon enough, the two fell asleep in each other's embrace.
~~~
The sunshine danced across Y/N's face as it peaked through the curtains in their room. As their eyes fluttered open, they recalled the memories from the night before. However, turning over they found the other half of the bed empty. A quick search of the apartment found no one, the only evidence that Patrick had been there was the pile of clothes that he had worn, left on the bathroom floor.
Y/N sighed. Did we really just have the worst one night stand in human history? They thought.
On their way back to their bedroom, they found Patrick's hat, the one he had been wearing when he turned up on Y/N's doorstep, left sitting on the coffee table in the living room.
Y/N grabber their phone, ready to text Patrick a passive aggressive text about leaving his stuff and running off, but they found that there was already 1 new message left on their phone.
The time stamp on the message read 5:43AM, about 3 hours before they woke up.
Patrick: hey! Sorry I had to dip before you woke up, I had to make it to the tour bus before they left without me and you just looked so peaceful. Keep my hat warm for me until I get back, ok? Call me when you see this! Xo
Summary: The reader has been compared to Frank for all of her career and has some strong feelings about him because of it. But due to her bands big break, she might have to confront the man head on.
Requested by: @itschaboijoe
(Y/N) had a.. complicated relationship with Frank Iero. Having grown up in the same town as Frank, (Y/N) had always heard stories about him and his antics from everyone in the local scene, and it has honestly started to become extremely annoying. Though (Y/N) had never met the infamous Frank, she had seriously started to hate him.
It was always the same stories, how he was crazy on stage and how good he was at playing, even though he was simultaneously kicking his band mates in the balls, and because of (Y/N)’s playing style and stage presence, she was always asked about if she was a big fan and how everyone “Could tell how much inspiration she drew from him.” It was sickening to think that these people couldn’t fathom that a girl could come upon her own style, that she had to be copying a man.
And on top of all that, it wasn’t like (Y/N) was a 16 year old girl who listened to 1 My Chem song and decided “I want to be just like that!” No, She was 22, just a year younger than Frank, and (Y/N) had been playing in the scene longer than him, but it just so happened that he got famous from it before her.
But despite all that, (Y/N) still persisted, making music with her band, The Sunny-cide Project, and working her way up in the world. And all that work was finally starting to pay off when the band manager told them that they were going to be playing a pop up show with a really big band. (Y/N) was ecstatic, but the manager wouldn’t tell her who the band was.
The night of the show had arrived, and as (Y/N) looked out the van window and saw the posters that had that smug face plastered all over them, she had to be held back by her bandmates from beating the ever loving shit out of their manager.
“Look, it's just one show and we need the exposure.” Said Vince, the band’s drummer.
“Yeah, and if word gets out that we canceled last minute, you know the word on the street is going to end up being some story about how you were ‘so starstruck to see your idol that you freaked and ran.’ And then we would never get to hear the end of it.” Adrian, the singer, said as he loaded gear onto the stage.
(Y/N) sighed, knowing that her bandmates were probably right, and that she just needed to suck it up for one night, hell, even just a couple hours. So, she straightened up and did her best to make it through the show.
As the event drew closer and people started to flood into the old concert hall floor, (Y/N) watched as the first band took the stage. As she watched from the sidelines, trying to get herself pumped up for her own set, another body was pressing close to her. As she turned to see who it was, she was extremely displeased to be met with the face of the one man she wanted to bump into the least.
“So, I’ve been hearing about you, crazy that were from the same town!” Frank said as he tried to talk to (Y/N), but she wasn’ interested in small talk, especially if it was with him.
“What? You get booked for a My Chem show and now you’re too good?” Frank said as he lightly shoved (Y/N)’s shoulder in a joking manner, but (Y/N) was not in the mood for joking around.
As (Y/N) turned, she shoved Frank back, making him stumble back a few feet before steadying himself.
”Hey, what the fuck is your deal? I’m just trying to talk to you because I was told you were a fan!” Frank shouted.
(Y/N) turned red in the face as all her anger began to boil over.
”You think I’m a fucking fan? Like what, you were just going to come over here and put the moves on me and get an easy fuck?” (Y/N) yelled at Frank, spit flying from her lips as her rage was set free.
Frank stared back at her, unable to form any words. As his large hazel eyes looked at her, (Y/N) only got angrier.
“You’re just some fuck who thinks running around the stage and putting others in danger makes you a badass, and I’m tired of people coming up to me and always assuming I’m a fan of you!” (Y/N) said.
Frank, having heard enough and finally being pushed to his limits on shit talk, quickly walked forward and got in (Y/N)’s face.
”Listen here, princess. I just do whatever the fuck I want on stage, whatever I think feels right. It’s not my fault that you have some type of complex that make you so fucking jealous of me that you feel the need to copy my every move. So if you don’t want to be compared to me, then find someone else to copy off of.” Frank said as he poked his finger into (Y/N)’s chest, his finger prodding just below her collar bone.
(Y/N) scoffed, “Copy you? I’ve been doing this longer than you, harder than you. You want to see something fucking fresh? Fine. I’ll show you who the real copy-fucking-cat is.” (Y/N) pushed Frank back again, but this time she walked off towards the rest of her band and grabbed her guitar just as the previous band’s set had finished.
As (Y/N) took the stage, she strutted out, emphasizing how tight her skinny jeans were. As she played she strummed hard, swinging her guitar around. As she played she looked around the stage, trying to find what her next target would be, as she spotted the rigging beams that lead all the way up to the ceiling. (Y/N) smirked as she strutted over and started to climb, letting her guitar fall behind her as she made it about half way up and looked down at the crowd.
(Y/N) held the beam with one hand as she used the other to hype up the crowd. Right as everyone was cheering, (Y/N) grabbed the neck of her guitar and looked back down to the stage, picking her landing spot. Without warning, she let go of the beam and kicked off, sending herself into a backflip towards the stage.
The landing would have been perfect, except for the fact that (Y/N) landed with her right foot slipping on a cable, her guitar cable to be exact. As her foot slipped she felt her ankle roll, sending a shockwave of pain shooting up her leg. As (Y/N) fell to the ground, the last note of the song rang out, followed by the lights dimming, signaling their set was over and it was time for the headliners to get ready.
As (Y/N) sat on the ground, trying to catch her breath, there was an arm wrapping around her back, helping her up and off the stage. (Y/N) accepted the help, but wasn’t able to see who it was, as the sudden change in lighting causing her to be temporarily blind.
As she neared the backstage area and the dim lighting of the lights granted her back her sight, (Y/N) looked to who was helping her.
His bleached blonde side shaves were nearly pressed to her own head as the longer strands of black laid across her bicep as Frank helped to limp (Y/N) to a seat.
“Alright, you must be fucking crazy if you thought that was going to work out for you.” He said as he sat her down and asked a passing by stage hand for a bag of ice.
As he kneeled down to look at her ankle, (Y/N) spoke, “Crazier than you?” She asked.
Frank looked up at her, a myriad of different emotions danced on his face. First confusion, then anger that she thought it was funny, and then, finally, a smile and a laugh as he realized that he may have finally met the one person crazier than him.
”Yeah,” Frank said, “Yeah, definitely crazier than me.” He laughed.
As the stage hand returned with the bag of ice, they whispered to Frank that it was time to go on. Frank placed the ice on her now elevated ankle and stood before her
”Well, you may not be a fan of me, but I know I sure as hell am a fan of you after that.” Frank said before turning and walking away towards the stage, but turning to look back one last time.
”Wait for me after the show, I’d like to pick your brain on some of those riffs you wrote.” He said.
(Y/N) chuckled and motioned towards her ankle, “Don’t worry, I won’t be going anywhere any time soon.”
Pairing!: Garrett "The Garbage Man" Garrison x GN!Reader
Summary: Life in Chuglass was pretty normal, until one strang after noon changed it all...
Word count: 3,800+
Authors note: I said I was gonna do it. Unfortunately he is my baby. I'd let him hit 'cause he's goofy 🤪
Warnings!: literally a reader insert of the minecraft movie.
You're in the movie!
Don't read if you don't want the movie spoiled.
Y/N had moved to Chuglass a few years back, moving there after being named the sole benefactor to their estranged grandfather’s house and bakery. It was supposed to be a new start, to get away from the past and live a modest life.
Y/N got by fairly well in Chuglass, continuing the bakery and making enough to keep the heat and lights on. The bakery was next to Game Over World, this run down old game store run by a man who was still trying to live out his glory days.
Garrett was an interesting man, always trying to come off as too cool and as if wasn’t 1 late payment away from losing his store. Y/N felt a little bad for him, with no friends in their already small town. Y/N wasn’t much better, but at least they got daily interactions with their customers, and they would consider Dawn to be an acquaintance. The most interaction Garrett got was from the online auction websites he used and any garage sales he went to.
One day, however, Garrett entered the bakery. As he scanned over the bread and other baked goods, Y/N emerged from the back, greeting as they would any other customer.
“Welcome in!” Y/N smiled.
Garrett gave a kind of awkward nod as he looked at Y/N, still looking around the store for a moment before speaking. “Where, uh…where’s the old man?” he asked.
“You mean (Grandfather’s name?)” Y/N asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah, him. He usually helps me out when I’m… a little low on cash.” Garrett adjusted his shoulders, obviously a little tense over the fact that he was admitting he was broke to a stranger.
Y/N leaned over the counter as they looked at Garrett, “Well unfortunately for you, my grandfather passed a couple months back, something you probably would have noticed if you had stopped by before.”
Garrett awkwardly cleared his throat, flipping down his sunglasses to cover his eyes to avoid the awkward eye contact before speaking, “Oh, I'm sorry for your loss.”
Y/N just shrugged, “Don't be, I never really knew him. I just ended up with all his property and decided to move here to get a fresh start.”
Garrett nodded, looking down towards the ground even with his eyes concealed. “Well… I'm sorry for bothering you then.” As he turned to leave, Y/N spoke up.
“Wait!” they said before Garrett stepped out of the bakery. “I don't have any extra money right now, but I can at least give you this.” Y/N reached into the pastry cabinet and retrieved a cupcake with pink and blue swirled frosting, stopped with pink sprinkles. Y/N reached their arm over the counter, offering it to Garrett.
“Oh no, I'm good.” Garrett raised a hand up, declining the offer.
“Come on, take it. I made too many for today and it'll go bad if you don't take it.” Y/N said, still holding out the cupcake.
Garrett waited for a second before reaching for the cupcake, his fingers brushing against Y/N’s as he took it. He once again headed towards the door, pushing it open and looking over his shoulder at Y/N, “Thanks.” He said as he headed out.
Garrett began to walk back to his own store, before spinning around and popping his head back into the bakery. “What was your name?” He asked.
“Y/N”
“Y/N…” He said in almost a whisper to himself, “I’m Garrett, it was nice to meet you.” Garrett pulled back, once again making his way back to his store.
Y/N smiled a bit, feeling happy that they got a chance to talk to Garrett, even if the whole exchange was awkward and he was only there to ‘borrow’ money.
Garrett eventually got ahold of the money he needed, but he started going into the bakery everyday before it closed. Always grabbing one of the cupcakes that were going to be thrown out at the end of the day. And secretly, Y/N always made sure there was exactly 1 left each day for Garrett.
~~~
It was around 4PM on a Tuesday, closing time for the bakery, and Garrett hadn’t stopped by yet. Y/N closed up the store and packed the cupcake they had saved for Garratt in a to-go box, then headed next door to check on him.
When Y/N entered the game store, they noticed that the door was left unlocked, lights were left on, and there was no one there. Y/N looked around, trying to find any clues as to where Garrett had gone, they knew he wasn’t one to leave his store unattended like this. As Y/N looked around, they found a note that looked like it was a few years old, left on the ground.
Y/N quickly read over the note, it was talking about some crystal, but the part that stuck out to Y/N was where it said “There loads of treasure down here… but it's not worth the danger!” They knew that it must have meant the old mines. Y/N rushed out of the game store and drove across town, parking their car next to what they recognized as Dawn’s. Without any thought, they rushed into the abandoned mines, worried about what danger Garrett could have gotten himself into.
Stumbling through the mines, Y/N heard the yells of Dawn, Garrett, and 2 other people. Y/N rushed towards the sound, finding what looked like a glowing blue doorway. As Y/N stared in awe, they were quickly sucked into the portal and thrown through the air.
As they sat up, Y/N was confused to see fresh grass under them. When they stood, they saw a full, bright world made of block shapes. As Y/N scanned the area, they saw Garrett, Dawn, and the 2 new kids running over towards a pink blocky sheep. As Y/N was running over to join the group, the sun suddenly set and the moon was already high in the sky.
What the hell? Y/N thought.
Before they could move further, a barrage of flaming arrows came raining down over the clearing the group was in. Y/N panicked and ran over towards Garrett, the opposite direction that the others had run to. As Y/N ran, they lost sight of Garrett. Trying to keep away from the monsters that had suddenly appeared, Y/N jumped onto a small tree, running along the leafy blocks and jumping across them, hoping to find Garrett with the high ground advantage.
As Y/N jumped from tree to tree, they finally spotted Garrett as he emerged from a hole in the ground. Y/N hopped out of the tree and landed next to Garrett, making him scream.
Y/N grabbed Garrett by the arm, “We need to get out of here!” they said.
Before they could figure out where to run to, they both froze as they heard a hissing noise from behind them. Garrett instinctively turned and punched the green creature. The monster began to pulse with a light, each beat being fast and faster. As Garrett tried to apologize to the monster, Y/N knew exactly what was coming next. Y/N kicked the monster back, sending it flying back. As it landed a few yards away, it exploded, the power of it sending Y/N and Garrett tumbling down the hill they were on. As they got us from the ground (for the second time today) they saw that they were surrounded by zombies.
Garrett and Y/N ran, finding a large tower that the others were standing atop of. The two ran towards the tower, fighting off zombies left and right. Garrett stopped for a moment, picking up a crystal cube from the ground and looking at it before it was knocked from his hands, the outer crystal shattering. Y/N grabbed Garrett by the arm, forcing him to continue to run before he reached down and grabbed the glowing center cube that was left. Y/N and Garrett reached the tower, both begging to be let in.
As they stood there, zombies began to surround them. The two tried to fight off the ghouls but were quickly becoming overpowered. Just before they could be ripped apart, the blocks of the wall behind them disappeared and both were pulled into the tower. The boy had pulled them to safety. As they all were running up the stairs to the top of the tower, an explosion destroyed one of the walls, letting in a horde of zombies. With everyone now on top of the tower it seemed like this would be the end, as monsters cornered them.
Suddenly, a man appeared who fought off the monsters, sending a few off the edge of the tower. Then, as if on a queue that only he knew, he pointed towards the sky as the sun reappeared, making the remaining zombies burst into flames.
The boy slowly approached the man, “Who are you?” he asked.
“I… am Steve!” The man said.
Steve explained that he needed the “orb” (as he called it) back to save his dog, Dennis, and that the group wouldn’t be able to go home because the earth crystal had shattered, meaning they would have to venture to find a new one before the portal back home would open. Steve promised to help the group find the earth crystal so that they could all go home, and began the journey by leading everyone to a nearby village for supplies.
As the group walked, Dawn introduced Y/N to Natalie and Henry, the two others in the group, and the new residence of Chuglass.
Soon, the 6 of them arrived at the massive village, filled with many blocky humanoid people. Steve explained the way of life for the ‘villagers’, as he called them, mostly focusing on their food. Y/N was intrigued, as someone who baked and had a knack for cooking too, they wanted to learn more about the foods they made.
“So, you're a foodie, huh? Well, let me introduce you to my little corner of heaven~” Steve said, singing the last bit as he led them over to a shack with a giant chicken on top of it.
“You ever wonder what happens when you mix hot lava and chicken? I did and you're about to find out!” Steve then flipped a switch, causing some type of contraption to move at the back of the shack.
Then, Steve started singing.
It was almost like a jingle for this place. Talking about how the lava chicken was crispy and spicy. It honestly was half bad, but Garrett felt otherwise.
“I’m a business owner too, but when I write a jingle I try not to make it sound like butt.” Garrett shrugged.
As the chicken landed on the counter, Steve ripped off one of the legs, biting into it and quickly recoiling from the pure heat.
Garrett scoffed and he told Steve to hand over the chicken leg.
“Careful brochacho, that chicken was just cooked using scolding hot lava!” Steve warned.
Garrett just shrugged and took a large bit out of the chicken, chewing it confidently. Steve nodded approvingly and began to lead the others more into the village. As everyone else turned away, Y/N saw Garrett as he tried his best to keep calm as the hot food burned his mouth. Y/N shook their head as he hurried behind the others. Y/N grabbed some of the chicken, finding it could be minimized like the blocks that Henry picked up.
Y/N trailed behind dawn, taking in all the sights of the village.
“We should really get a map, I don't trust just running into the forest blind.” Natalie said.
“I’ll look around and see if I find one here, but you go and ask Steve if he has one or where we can get one.” Dawn said, pulling Y/N with her.
When Natalie left and it was just Dawn and Y/N, Dawn spoke, “So, what's the deal with you and garbage boy?” She asked.
Y/N was taken aback, “N-nothing? He just comes into the bakery sometimes and I was worried about him.”
Dawn rolled her eyes, “mhm, sure. And you're just being all protective over him and hes just getting all jealous because you work next to each other, right?”
Y/N laughed, “What are you talking about?”
Dawn sighed, “Oh, come on! You ran in here worried about him and he’s acting all jealous because you're giving Steve all this attention while he's showing us around. I work with animals, Y/N, I know what it looks like when two animals like each other, and you two act just like peacocks.” Dawn laughs.
Y/N blushes, “Whatever, lets just find this stupid map.”
Dawn pulls Natalie back over to them as they talk to, what Dawn thinks, is a cartography villager.
“So… we need a map.” Natalie tries to explain to the villager. The villager just grunts.
Y/N, Dawn, and Natalie just look between each other, unsure of what that could mean.
Before any of them can try to ask in a different way, an arrow comes flying past them, striking one of the villagers on the nose before he poofs.
Mass panic ensues. Villagers run for cover as the Piglins come marching in. Steve, Garrett and Henry emerge from Steve’s weapons stash, defending the village.
Dawn, Natalie, and Y/N run for cover, hiding behind a flipped table. As a piglin lunges at them, they kick the table at it and run towards some stacked up tools to defend themselves. Dawn grabs a shovel, Natalie grabs a hoe, and Y/N grabs a pick axe. The three fight off attacks left and right, trying to get away from the invaders.
“We have to get out of here!” Y/N shouts,
“We can’t leave Henry!” Natalie yells back.
“He’s safe with Steve, we just have to meet up with them at the woodland mansion!” Dawn shouts, directing them towards where the cartographer went.
The three run towards the river where the cartographer is already taking off in a boat.
“Wait! We need a map!” Natalie yells towards the villager.
“We need a boat!” Dawn says.
Natalie then breaks a wooden plank from the dock and places it the way Henry did, “Boat magic!” Natalie yelled.
The three of them and the villager watch as the block Natalie places in the water just bobs and floats away.
“I don't think that’s how that works.” Y/N says.
“I’m sorry, I have no idea what I'm doing…” Natalie says
“Don’t worry about it, we have to go!” Y/N says, running back up the dock and towards the forest in the direction of the mansion.
~~~
Soon, the sun was already setting, and Dawn, Natalie, and Y/N were already exhausted.
“We’re already lost.” Natalie said defeated, before swinging her shovel and hitting a zombie across the head. Y/N swung their pick axe and landed the end right in the head of the zombie, stopping it from getting back up.
“I had one job, to protect Henry, and I blew it. My mom would have never let this happen. I just wish I could have been a kid for a little longer.” Natalie said, sulking.
“Trust me, Nat, no one chooses to be an adult. But I hear you.” Y/N says, passing the zombie to Dawn for her to hit with her hoe.
“Yea, you suddenly have all these responsibilities and have to give up on your dreams. You think I like having 15 hussles?” Dawn adds.
The 3 stop in their tracks as they hear growling. They turn around to suddenly see a wild wolf closing in on them.
Natalie screams and Y/N raises their weapon.
“Wait!” Dawn says, “I think this one just needs some TLC.” She says as she grabs a bone from the ground and slowly walks over to the wolf. As she gets close, she kneels down and offers the bone to the wolf, who takes it. The wolf smiles, a collar appears around its neck, the tag reading “Dennis”.
Dawn is shocked, “Dennis? Steve’s Dennis?” She asks the dog.
Dennis happily wags his tail and begins to lead them off into the forest.
“I think he knows the way!” Y/N says, following him as dawn and Natalie also follow along.
~~~
Dennis leads them to Steve and Henry, who they find passed out on the ground, Garrett nowhere to be seen. Dawn and Y/N work together to carry Steve and Natalie carries Henry, taking them to the giant red mushrooms to offer coverage as they wait for them to wake up.
Dennis leads them to the mushroom hut, where Y/N uses the supplies that Steve kept there to make some food to help Steve and Henry out once they wake up.
After a few minutes, Steve wakes up, “Dennis! Is it really you buddy?” He says as he pets Dennis. Steve looks up and see’s Henry is still unconscious.
“What happened, where’s Garrett?” Y/N asks as they hand a bowl of mushroom stew to Steve.
Steve’s brows furrow as he looks down, “He… He sacrificed himself for us. He didn’t want Malgosha’s army to catch us and knew it was the only way for us to survive.”
Tears began to form in Y/N’s eyes, but they quickly wiped them away, turning away to look out the window.
“And… they got the orb.” Steve said, the sun getting blocked out as Malgosha used the orb. Y/N shook their head, clearing the grief from their mind before speaking.
“Okay, we need a plan to fight Malgosha. We’ll wait until Henry wakes up and then we have to prepare.” Y/N said.
Once Henry wakes up, the group gets to work, crafting supplies and readying for the fight. Dawn goes out and tames more wolves while Henry invents more armour and weapons, Steve gets the supplies, and Natalie builds them. Y/N learns to make potions, crafting potions of strength and healing.
Once everything was ready, they headed to intercept Malgosha’s army, building dozens of iron golems and waiting for the army to attack. Once a single stray arrow hit one of the golems, it began.
The golems did the mass of the work, throwing piglin as they charged. Natalie and Henry charged into the battle, slashing and shooting the ones that got past. Y/N stood in the mountains, shooting poison tipped arrows and setting off TNT. Steve challenged Malgosha directly.
Henry knew he had to get the orb away from Malgosha’s portal. So he used an ender pearl to get up to the top, and Natalie stopped the great hog from reaching him. As Y/N shot down more piglins from reaching Natalie, Dawn emerged from the forest with her pack of wolves, sending them out to attack.
As everyone fought, Henry climbed towards the orb, just out of reach. Before he could grab it, the great hog sent a shot towards him, knocking him down from the tower.
“Henry!” Natalie yelled out.
Y/N’s breath caught in their throat as he fell, everyone was too far away to help him.
Just as the great hog lined up another shot to hit Henry as he fell, a ghast float came swinging in, catching Henry.
Y/N watch the float as it steadies. Piloting it was Garrett.
“Yes! Go, Garrett, go!” Y/N shouted. Everyone cheered them on as they used the ghast to destroy Malghosha’s portal, knocking the orb loose in the process. As the sun reappeared, the monsters began to burst into flames and the piglins started to zombify.
Natalie caught the orb as it bounced off the ground and Garrett and Henry landed. Y/N rushed to them and jumped up, wrapping their arms around Garrett in a hug.
Before they could even think about what they were doing, they kissed Garrett. The world felt like it stopped around the two of them.
Y/N pulled back and looked Garrett in the eyes, all he could do was smile and let out a laugh. Y/N let go of him and punched him lightly on the arm,
“Don’t you EVER scare me like that again!” They said.
Garrett rubbed his arm where the punch landed and chuckled, “Not if that's how you'll react every time.”
As Steve defeated Malgosha, the rest of the gang celebrated.
Soon , everyone was at the portal, ready to go home. As the gang said their goodbyes to Steve, he sang a short song to Dennis about how Dennis helped him and how it was time for him to help Dawn. As they passed through, they re-entered the mines. As they began the walk out, there was a whooshing sound and footsteps behind them.
Steve had decided to go back, to conquer the challenge he had started a long time ago:
To be an adult and make connections with people in the real world.
The adventure in the Over World wasn’t forgotten or a waste, though. Dawn opened up a real zoo, with Dennis as the main attraction, Natalie opened a self defense class, teaching the people of Chuglass to fight, Steve started working at Game Over World with Garrett and even started developing a video game, Block City Battle Buddies, that started the entire gang, and Y/N added more items to the bakery’s menu, selling mushroom stew, pumpkin soup, and even Steve’s lava chicken, that was extra spicy. Henry even became more confident, inventing more things and making a successful jetpack.
“I guess life is going to change a lot, huh?” Y/N asked Garrett as they leaned against the counter of Game Over World.
“Yeah, but it’s all for the better. Now I can say that I actually have friends my age.” Garrett chuckled as he draps an arm over Y/N’s shoulder. Y/N rests their head against Garrett, looking over the bustling store, filled with the local kids and their friends.
“Hey, what would you say to maybe moving in with me?” Y/N asked Garrett.
Garrett froze for a moment as he processed the question. Y/N straighted up, realizing that it was a very heavy proposition.
“I mean, it’s just a really big house! And I figure you living with me could help save you some money that could be used for the store and the game and-” before Y/N could finish, Garrett leaned down and kissed them.
“I think that’s a great idea.” He said smiling.
Y/N smiled up at him, resting their hand on his chest before they both looked back at their friends as they laughed.
Summary: your best friend has something he needs to get off his chest, but he's had a little too much to drink.
Pairing: Patrick Stump x best friend!reader
Reader's pronous used: none!
Word count: 903
You were a little sloshed at the time. Your best friend's band had just played a big show and now you were out at the after party, drinking like it was nobody's business. You made your way through the crowded room to where Patrick was.
He was a bright shade of red from drinking. He was humming and singing as he swayed in his seat, his eye opening slightly as you got closer. Patrick nearly fell out of his seat at the sight of you, catching himself on your shoulders.
“Y/N!” Patrick said, slurring his words slightly. He pulled you closer to him, smushing your face against his chest. “Ooohhh, Y/N. You are so precious. Look at you, so cuuuteee!”
You pull yourself up a little so you can look at Patrick and let out a laugh from how he was acting.
“Trick, you're getting flirty, I think you've had enough.” You say, still laughing.
“Noooo, I'm just telling you how cute you are and how much I love you. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me, Y/N.” Patrick said, clumsily leaning in the chair.
“I love you too, Trick.” You tell him, plopping down in the chair next to him.
“No you don’t. Not like I love you. You're just so cute and smart and amazing. I want to just give you everything in the world and call you mine.” Patrick says, his eyes closed and a smile plastered on his face.
You suddenly sobered up a bit, heat rushing to your face as you realized that your best friend had just confessed to you.
“Trick, I think you should really stop drinking now. You're starting to not make any sense.” You say, standing up and helping Patrick out of his seat.
You began to move him towards the door so you could get him back to his apartment. You walked out the door and down the street with Patrick's arm slung over your shoulder for support. The entire walk Patrick kept humming songs and stumbling at every step. After a long and cold walk, you arrive at the front door of Patrick's apartment. You use your spare key to open the door and struggle getting Patrick up the stairs.
Once inside, you drop Patrick down on the couch and turn back to close the door. You take off your coat and shoes and go into the kitchen and retrieve a glass of water and bring it to Patrick.
“Here, Trick. You need to drink some water.” You tell him, trying to put the glass in his hands.
“You're so cute when you worry about me.” Patrick hums. He lifts the glass towards his mouth and ends up dumping most of the contents onto himself.
You let out a sigh, helping Patrick back up and bringing him towards his room.
“Alright, you're probably better off just going to sleep. Go ahead and get that wet shirt off and get in bed.” You tell Patrick.
Patrick begins taking off his shirt, but gets the collar stuck on his head. You let out a sigh once again and begin helping Patrick get his shirt off. Once he gets his head through the collar, Patrick looks down at you and smiles.
“Y/N?” He says.
“Yes?” You answer back.
“Hi.” Patrick says, the biggest grin on his face as he giggles like a kid.
You begin to lead him to his bed, but before you know it, Patrick has wrapped his arms around you and is now pulling you onto the bed with him.
“Stay with me tonight, please?” Patrick says, his face now nuzzled into your shirt.
“Trick..” you begin to say.
“Just for one night, let me pretend that you're mine.” Patrick says, his voice no louder than a whisper.
“You don't have to pretend, Trick.” You say as you return the favor and wrap your arms around Patrick.
Soon, both of you are lost in sleep.
Bonus!:
The next morning you wake up, still in Patrick's arms. The light of the day gently peaking through the gaps in the blinds and dancing across Patrick's shirtless body.
Your heart drops for a second before you recall the events of the previous night. Once you have the situation settled in your mind, you fall back into ease. Soon Patrick starts to wake up as well, peaking one eye open to look down at you.
“Oh God, what did I do last night?” Patrick says, his voice hushed and husky with sleep.
“Well, you got really drunk, I brought you home, you spilled water all over yourself, and then said you wanted me to be yours.” You tell him, matching the hushed tone that he had.
Patrick began to blush and tried to bury his face into his pillow.
“And I've decided that I'd like that.” You say, somehow even quieter than your last sentence.
Patrick's head slowly rises back up to face you, “y-you.. what?” He says.
A warm smile spreads across your face as you see the shocked look he has.
“I said I would like to be yours. I think we'd be better off as lovers anyway.” You say as you bring your head closer to Patrick's chest, nuzzling into him. Patrick's shock slowly fades as he slowly pulls you closer to him, an equally warm smile growing on his face and he holds you closer.
Summary: Your friend, Patrick, invites you over to meet the rest of his band, particularly his bass player.
Warnings!: unprotected sex, P in A sex, male on male, slightly public(?) sex, drinking and drug use
Word count: 1,750+
Author note: I know i said i wouldn't write smut, but I just need to get this out of me lol
It had already been a long night when Y/N got a text from his friend, Patrick.
Y/N opened his phone and read the message.
Patrick: hey, man. Me and the band are hanging out at our bass player's house. Wanna come and hang for a bit?
Y/N sighed. He had already been up early that day for work, lifeguarding at one of Chicago's indoor pools. Y/N looked at the time in the corner of his phone. 9:34PM.
Y/N: idk, man. I've been up since like 5am. Maybe next time?
Y/N hit send and within a second Patrick had sent a follow up.
Patrick: come on, man! It'll be fun! The guys want to meet you. I told them how you're a wiz with lyrics and stuff and our bass player, pete, wants to pick your brain
Y/N sighed again before begrudgingly agreeing
Y/N: ok, but I'm not going to stay all night and drink too much. I'm exhausted.
Famous last words.
~~~
When Y/N got to the address that Patrick had sent, they saw it was a massive house. Too big and in too nice of a neighborhood to be owned by his bandmate. Probably his parents' house. Y/N thought.
When Y/N got to the door, Patrick opened it and greeted him, bringing him down to the basement.
Introductions were quick, Patrick pointing to the 3 other men in the large room. There was Andy, the one covered from his neck down in tattoos, Joe, the curly haired one who was taller than the rest of them, but not as tall as Y/N, and then there was Pete.
Y/N instantly took note of him. His hair, the emo style of clothing he wore, and the smudge eyeliner on his bottom lid.
Quickly, a beer was handed to Y/N. The 5 men sat on the couch and chairs in the basement as Andy and Joe played some game on the PS2. Patrick began the conversation, talking about how Y/N had helped him write some lyrics for his old bands and solo stuff. Y/N tried to downplay his writing, saying it was just some random poems and stuff he had previously posted on livejournal.
Pete lit up, leaning forward, his arms resting on his knees as he talked to Y/N.
“I write poems on livejournal too! It's actually where Patrick pulls a lot of other lyrics for our songs. I guess old habits die hard, huh?” Pete said, chuckling a little at the end.
~~~
The night went on, and beers had turned into vodka, which turned into weed. Andy and Joe had already headed out, but Patrick kept insisting “just one more” about 20 times. Y/N looked at his phone and saw it was already 3:56AM and he was too wasted to go home.
“Is it alright if I stay the night? I really can't be trying to drive home like this’” Y/N said.
Pete swayed over, throwing his arm around Y/N. “For sure! Any friend of Patrick's is a friend of mine! Plus you're pretty cool, so you're free to crash here any time, man!” Pete slurred over his words before standing up and walking up stairs to go grab some blankets and pillows.
Once Pete left the room, Patrick leaned over to Y/N.
“So, what do you think?” He asked Y/N, a wide smile on his face.
“I think your bandmates are pretty cool.” Y/N said.
Patrick rolled his eyes, “No, like I mean about Pete. I think you and him would make a great pair. AND he's bi! So it would totally work out!”
Y/N leaned back on the couch and put his hands on his face as he began to blush a bit. “Christ, Trick. Is that what this was all about? Dude, I said I was a little bi-curious once and you go and try to set me up with your bass player?”
“Come on, Y/N. He's a cool dude and I think he's into you too!” Patrick said.
Before Y/N could protest anymore, they heard Pete's footsteps coming back down the stairs, in his arms were several blankets.
“Alright! I'll set up the couch mattress and then someone can sleep on the recliner.” Pete said as he put the blankets down on a chair.
“I'll sleep on the recliner!” Patrick said before Y/N could even open his mouth.
~~~
In a few minutes, everything was set up. The couch bed was sloppily made and Pete was putting a DVD on.
“I sleep better with background noise, is that ok?” He asked Y/N.
Y/N nodded, crawling under the blanket on the bed. Pete turned off the lights and crawled into the other side of the bed.
As the movie barely began to play, Patrick was already snoring. Y/N laid in the bed, only slightly paying attention to the movie as he tried to just fall asleep, but before his mind could fade, Pete turned on his side to face Y/N.
“So, Patrick says you're a lifeguard, right? That's pretty cool.” He says, his voice just above a whisper.
Y/N turned towards him and nodded, “Oh, yeah. I guess. I mean, most days I just end up watching old people swim and get hit on by everybody.”
Pete watched Y/N talk as he held his head up on his arm, his elbow pressing down into the thin mattress.
“You know, I always had this fantasy. Where I'd be drowning in a pool and get saved by this super hot lifeguard, and after he pulls me out and makes sure I'm OK, I ask how I can replay him, and he just takes me into a changing room and fucks me right then and there.”
Y/N froze as Pete inched closer to him, his free hand slowly running down Y/N's chest, stopping to palm his crotch through his pants. Y/N's hips buck involuntary into Pete's hand, his member stiffening.
“I know we're not at a pool, but I do think you could still be rewarded for your service.” Pete says before moving his hand again, plunging it down into Y/N's pants, his fingers wrapping around Y/N’s now hard cock.
A shaky breath leaves Y/N's throat and he arches his back, wanting more of Pete's touch. Pete takes the opportunity to kiss Y/N, his tongue instantly moving around his mouth. Y/N melts and quickly grabs onto Pete, wanting to deepen the kiss. Y/N bucks his hips in time with Pete's pumps as he chases his release, but before Y/N can even get close, Pete removes his hand.
Y/N lets out a slight moan of disappointment, but before he can ask why Pete stopped, Pete is already moving the blanket off of Y/N and pulling down his jeans.
As Y/N's cock springs from his boxers, a devilish grin spreads on Pete's face before he licks the tip. Y/N bites his lip as he tries to hold back a moan, desperate not to wake Patrick, who was only a few feet away.
Pete began to bob his head up and down Y/N's length, his eyes now looking up at Y/N, barely illuminated by the glow of the TV. Y/N threaded his fingers through Pete's hair, messing up his emo fringe as he forced Pete to take even more of his cock into his throat. Pete moaned around Y/N's cock, sending a vibration through Y/N's body. But once again, before Y/N could reach his peak, Pete removed his cock from his mouth.
Y/N watched as Pete sat up, quickly taking off his jeans and boxers, exposing his own hard dick. Pete leaned down and spit on Y/N's cock before positioning himself above him. Pete gave Y/N a few strokes before moving down and pressing the tip of Y/N dick at his entrance and slowly moving further down before it slid in.
Both Pete and Y/N let out a sigh and sat still just for a moment, adjusting to the new feeling. After a few seconds, Pete began to bounce, letting Y/N cock almost all the way out before sliding back down to the base.
Y/N fought back moans as Pete bounced up and down, fucking himself on Y/N's cock.
“Don't worry,” Pete said, “ Patrick is a heavy sleeper. Besides,” Pete leaned down, his lips brushing against Y/N's ear, “I really want to hear you say my name.”
Y/N's eyes widened, lust taking over his body as his hands flew to Pete's hips, pulling his body down as his hips bucked up. Pete gasped in surprise as Y/N took control of him.
Y/N gave Pete a devilish smile as he watched him go submissive.
“Is this what you wanted? The big strong lifeguard to pound your ass as your friend sleeps next to you? I bet you want to cum all over me, don't you, Pete?” Y/N spoke just loud enough for Pete to hear him over the sound of the movie and their skin slapping.
Pete moaned as he quickly nodded his head. Y/N moved one hand from pete’s hips to his cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts.
“I'm so close, Y/N!” Pete moaned.
“cum with me, Pete. I want you to coat me with your cum as I fill your ass with mine.” Y/N said as his grip tightened on Pete’s cock and his pace quickened.
Pete leaned back, his head falling back as he let out a guttural moan, hot ropes of cum shooting from his dick, landing all over Y/N’s stomach and chest.
“Fuck, Pete!” Y/N shouted as he held Pete down, forcing his cum to shoot deep inside Pete. The two stilled for a moment, panting as they came down from their high. Eventually, Pete gets up, Y/N’s now soft member slipping free from Pete’s entrance. Before Y/N can move, Pete is licking his own cum off of Y/N’s stomach and chest.
“Oh, fuuuckk.” Y/N says as his head falls back.
“Sorry about the mess, I'm not really known as the cleanest person.” Pete says with a wicked smile.
Oh, Christ. Y/N thought, this guy is going to be the death of me.
AU where Roxy and Merlin survive the Golden Circle
Summary: It's been some time since the incident at Poppy Land, but the Kingsmen are still understaffed, so the Statesmen send their personal tech wiz, Agent Vodka, out to lend the knights at the round table a helping hand.
Author's note: this whole thing is inspired by several other Merlin fics that I really liked, as well as being heavily inspired by this video from PebblesASMR. It's a good listen, so I suggest you check it out!
Word count: 3.3k+
Alias: Agent Vodka
Age: 25
Skills: Hacking and technology
Alliance: Statesmen
~~~
Y/N was a… troubled child, to say the least. She grew up in the suburbs, usually getting into more trouble than her grades would reflect. Fights, stealing, and a slew of other infractions dirtied her reputation in her teen years, so much so that she was sent to military school by her father. There, she learned combat, how to use her hacking skills for good, and a fair bit of manners.
At the age of 20, she had found herself back in trouble, that was, hacking the local school district’s database; taking money from teenagers who needed their grades raised or just needed their files cleaned up. One day while doing her normal hacking routine, she stumbled onto the payroll side of the servers, noticing how one of the superintendents was getting way more money than they should have been. A little more digging found that funds intended for renovations were being funneled straight into the bank account of this superintendent. So, a few screenshots were taken and sent off to the local government, anonymously of course, and within the next week, said superintendent was released from their duties.
It then only took a few days after for Y/N to have a knock on her door. A well dressed woman stood on Y/N’s front porch, much too small to be a detective. She introduced herself as Agent Whisky, stating that her organization had taken note of her recent activities, and that Y/N’s skills could be useful to them. Y/N was skeptical at first, seeing as a random woman was wanting to take her away to an undisclosed location, but after a few hours of talking Y/N decided to trust Whisky.
That was about 5 years ago. Now working with the Statesmen, Y/N goes by the code name Agent Vodka, but she is usually called ‘Vod’ by her teammates. Y/N had gone on several missions, but was soon put into the position of ‘Tech Wiz’, as the team liked to call it; hacking into databases, conducting remote surveillance, and just conducting general tech needs for the Statesmen.
One day, while doing some maintenance work on some of the tech for an upcoming mission, Champ, the Statesmen’s leader, entered the lab.
“We need to ship you off to London.” Champ said, in this thick country accent.
“I’m sorry?” Y/N said, needing more information on this sudden task.
“Our brother organization, the Kingsmen, are still having problems getting their numbers back up after the Poppy incident.” Champ said as he slowly walked across the room, “We need to send you over to them to help out with a mission they are currently on, and considering your skill sets, you're the best candidate for the job.”
Y/N let out a long sigh as she leaned back in her chair. “When does the jet take off?”
“0600 tomorrow morning. I suggest you pack a raincoat, I hear it gets mighty wet this time of year.” Champ says with a smile as he leaves the lab, leaving Y/N to take in the sudden task presented to her.
~~~
As the jet lands in the hidden docks, Y/N collects her belongings, making her way to the door and down the stairs. She is greeted by 3 men and a woman, along with her teammate, Tequila.
“Welcome, Agent Vodka. I am Agent Merlin, this is Agent Galahad, Agent Lancelot, and… also Agent Galahad.” the tallest man said, he was clean shaven, even his scalp. Merlin had gestured to each of the agents as he went through their names.
“You can just call me Harry,” said the second Galahad. Smiling as he stuck his hand out for a handshake. Y/N smiled and shook his hand before turning to Tequila, “Long time, no see, huh, Tequila?”
Tequila smiled, having traded in his old cowboy hat for a bowler hat. “It’s been a minute hasn’t it, Vod?” After Agent Galahad introduced himself, telling Y/N to call him Eggsy, as well as Agent Lancelot, who told her to call her Roxy, the group moved into the main building, the mansion known as Kingsmen HQ.
Tequila gave Y/N a tour, showing her all the facilities and where she would be staying. After putting her stuff in her room, everyone was called into the briefing room.
Harry began the meeting by recapping on what they already know: They were following Raymond Gavara, a man who sought to overload the World Wide Web and telecoms in order to fry all technology so he could rebuild the tech industry on his own databases and to reset the world’s financial institute structure. Basically, he wanted to bring the world back to a cash only society and make everyone buy his computers and phones to rake in billions.
Harry then gave the floor to Merlin, who then showed everyone Gavara’s pictures and what they knew about him. Tequila, Eggsy, and Roxy were all given tasks and sent out, meanwhile Y/N was brought into the Kingsmen’s tech lab, where she was shown where she would be working from and what the team needed from her.
~~~
Several months had passed and the progress on the mission was moving slowly. Every time Merlin and Y/N would get a lead in tracking or hacking into Gavara’s database, they were almost instantly blocked. Firewall after firewall, cypher after cypher, it was just one thing after another and they could only do so much decoding with the information they had.
However, that didn’t mean there wasn’t any down time. With three trouble makers in the same place, Y/N, Eggsy, and Tequila got into a lot of mischief. It started just as a small joke, that Merlin was strung so tight that he probably did not have the ability to laugh. So Y/N went to work, setting little pranks up, trying to get the stoic Merlin to even just crack a smile. It started small, like making faces during meetings with him, then it was the traps placed at his desk, like glitter bombs or spring snakes. Even just trying to make dumb jokes while they both typed away in the tech lab, but nothing seemed to work.
One day, while Y/N was trying to crack the code on one of Gavara’s firewalls, the team was called into the debriefing room.
“So, we have a bit of a lead on someone who may be in contact with Gavara. Thomas Write, a professor of economics at the University of Cambridge, has been seen making a few too many ‘coincidental’ bump-ins with known associates of Gavara.” Harry said as he looked at everyone at the table, “While it's not much to go off of, we still need Mr. Write to be tracked and watched for the next couple days. Seeing as Merlin and Vodka haven’t made much progress on getting through Gavara’s database, we will need to go all in on a physical approach to destroying his servers. Eggsy and Tequila, you are to go to the warehouse that stores the servers in Switzerland. Merlin, you will go and keep an eye on Write, make sure he is not involved in Gavara’s plans. As for Roxy and Vodka, you two will stay here.”
Everyone nodded in agreement with Harry’s plan, getting up and leaving the room to prepare for the mission. However, Merlin stayed in the room, looking dissatisfied as everyone left.
As everyone else cleared out, Y/N stood outside the door, listening to the two men talk.
“Are you serious Harry? A surveillance mission on someone who most likely isn’t even involved?” Y/N recognized the Scottish accent as Merlin’s.
“It’s just a precaution, Merlin. We don't want another incident like with Professor Arnold. You’ll be put up in a hotel across the street from Write’s condo.” Harry said, trying to ease the angry Scott.
“Well then why don't you send that insufferable Agent Vodka then? All she does is distract me from my work here at HQ.” Merlin nearly barked back. Y/N was a little hurt by his words, ‘Am I really that bad?’ she thought to herself, ‘a little annoying, sure, but insufferable?’
Just as Y/N was about to walk away, she heard Harry call for her through the door.
‘Shit,’ she thought as she pushed the door open to look at the two men waiting in the room.
“Since you seem so concerned about Merlin’s mission that you felt the need to listen in on our conversation, you will be joining Merlin on the surveillance of Thomas Write.” Harry said, causing Merlin to look at him, wide eyes, a hint of anger clear on his face.
“Harry, you can’t be-” Merlin began, but was quickly cut off by Harry.
“Didn’t you just say that Agent Vodka should be on this task as well?” Harry raised an eyebrow toward Merlin, a silent dare to question his authority.
“Yes, sir.” Merlin said, admitting defeat, but still with a tinge of anger in his voice.
“Then it's settled, both of you get packed. You have an hour before you leave and I'll have your alias’ in the car.” Harry said before Merlin stomped off out of the room. Y/N nodded and quickly left, rushing to her room to pack some clothes as well as her mobile units.
The car ride to the hotel was awkward. Not only was it obvious that Merlin didn’t like Y/N, but their alias was that of a married couple. Because of course it was. The Hotel was also nothing to write home about, a small dingy room with a twin bed and a small bathroom. The only reason Y/N could tell that this room was selected for the stakeout was the large window that faced Thomas Write’s condo, giving a perfect view of his living room as well as the entrance to the condo building.
As soon as Merlin and Y/N entered the room, they began setting up. Y/N got onto her mobile unit and found Write’s wifi network, remotely installing bugging software on all his devices and gaining access to his security cameras. Merlin went out and quickly placed a GPS tracker on Write’s car before returning to the hotel room. As Merlin entered the room Y/N waves her hands in front of the computer screens, acting as if she was an assistant presenting a product on the sales channel. Merlin just sighs and moves past Y/N, taking the chair that she was previously sitting in and begins montering Write through the cameras.
~~~
It was the third day of the stakeout and Merlin hadn’t taken his eyes off of the screens. Y/N was mostly on food duty, dipping out of the hotel to grab take out and coffee. This was supposed to be a team effort, but it seemed that every time Y/N took over surveillance so that Merlin could rest, he always pushed her out of the way and took back over.
It was starting to become another long night. Y/N had just grabbed some takeout and was entering the hotel room, only to see Merlin still watching Write do… nothing still.
“About time you got back, I sent you out hours ago, what took so long?” Merlin said, impatiently.
“There was a really long line at the Chinese restaurant and they make everything on the spot so-” but before Y/N could finish, Merlin interrupted her, “Oh, whatever. Just bring my food over here so I can eat and do surveillance.” Y/N takes Merlin’s takeout box out of the bag and places it on the desk next to Merlin, along with a fork. Immediately Merlin begins digging into his food, a stark contrast from his usually well put together demeanor.
With food still in his mouth he clears his throat before speaking, “You know what I don’t understand? Is why you agreed with Harry to come here with me, or why he wanted to put you on this task in the first place. This isn’t even anything difficult or special, just monitoring for the sake of making sure all of our bases are covered. And what I also don't understand is why you insist on making my life a living hell through all of this. I’m doing all the heavy lifting for this task, and yet you still find ways to get in the way or just cause inconveniences for me.” As Merlin speaks, he doesn’t look away from the screens, still watching as Write fiddles about his study.
“Hey, I'm doing my best here. And it's not like I’m not doing anything, I've been bringing you food and trying to help, but you just keep pushing me aside to do it yourself!” Y/N counters back, causing Merlin to swive in his chair to face her.
“Don’t give me that. I have to take over all the tasks because you either do it wrong or take too long to do it. Just the other day, you said you were going to go check out some shady individuals that were mucking around at the condo’s entrance, only to go off and get yourself coffee, AND you didn’t even bring me back any!”
“I told you, I didn’t know what you would even want, it's one of those fancy places that does mostly iced coffee. Besides, I brought back donuts.”
“Yea, but the donuts were for you. There were like 6 and you ate 4 of them before I could even get a chance to see what you brought.” Merlin was now staring daggers at Y/N through his nearly bloodshot eyes, red from hours of staring at the screens.
Y/N looked at Merlin with a look of disbelief, coupled with a tinge of anger and annoyance.
“Well, besides the point, all you do is sit here and distract me. I would have gotten by on this mission by myself just fine and still gotten more work done, and I'm not even talking about just this task, the whole mission. You know I was excited to work with you when the Statesmen first sent you over. I thought ‘maybe this won't be so bad. Maybe I'll finally get to work with someone who is competent and-and will be able to actually help me get all this work done.’ but no, I got you, the insufferable yank that likes to spend her time harassing me and annoying me at every waking second.”
“Harass and annoy you? Look, I was just trying to have fun, to give you a distraction, a mental break from work, ok?” Y/N says, now almost laughing with annoyance at the way Merlin perceives her.
“For fun?” Merlin gives a half mocking and half sleep deprived laugh, “Why? It’s obvious to me, and everyone else at HQ, that you hate me. And you know what? The feeling is mutual.” Merlin then turns back to the screens, seeing that Write hasn’t moved from his previous place in his condo.
The room is silent. As Merlin turns around again, he see’s Y/N with an almost pout on her face.
“Oh what? Why are you making that face?” He says, annoyance present in his Scottish accent.
“You hate me?” she says.
“What? Is it not clear that we have this hate-hate relationship?” Merlin says in almost disbelief.
Y/N stays silent for a second before speaking again, “I don’t hate you.”
“Then why? Then why do you insist on doing all your little pranks, hm?” Merlin crosses his arms, waiting for a response.
“Because I want you to have fun. I want you to relax a little. You're always so serious and tense. I get that, because of our line of work, you have to be, but you should be able to stop and laugh some times.” Y/n says, taking a few steps closer to Merlin now.
“Well, I-I can be plenty of fun actually!” a slight blush creeps up on Merlin’s face, taken aback by Y/N’s reasoning. “I can have plenty of fun. Just ask Eggsy or Harry, they’ll tell you, that… I’m, uh… fun” Merlin’s words fall off, realizing that he may have been a bit too harsh on her, with his lack of sleep causing him to act too brash.
“Well… if you don't do it because you hate me.. Then… why? Why do you want me to have fun?” Merlin looks down, not making eye contact with Y/N.
“Well…” Y/N takes another step towards Merlin before she is standing directly in front of him, her knees nearly touching his. “Maybe it'll be easier if I just showed you.”
“Show me what-” Merlin is cut off by Y/N grabbing him by his sweater, pulling him closer so she can plant her lips on his. Merlin is shocked at the sudden kiss, unmoving for a moment before relaxing and closing his eyes, kissing her back. His hands instinctively going up to rest on her waist, pulling her closer. The kiss becomes heated with both their lips dancing together.
Just then Merlin comes to his senses, pulling back, “Wait! Wait, wait, wait.” Merlin catches his breath and adjusts his glasses. “What was… that?”
Y/N, still high on her own confidence, looks right at Merlin with an unreadable expression, “A kiss.”
“Well, yea I know that. B-but what I mean is why… Did you kiss me?” Merlin says as he is still breathing heavily. Y/N lets out a sigh as she stands up straight, “Jesus, Merlin.” she begins.
“No, I know, but I mean we can’t be… we’re working together now and we just… the regulations and-and the stakeout, and I thought you hated me and now… this.” Merlin gestures his hands around, alluding to what just happened.
“Damnit, Merlin. Is it so hard to think that I do what I do to you because I like you? That I’ve been staying up to ungodly hours here with you because I want to keep you company? If I hated you, then I would have told Harry to shove it and gone back to the Statesmen. I stay because…” Just as Y/N get to the last couple of thoughts that are running through her mind, she feels the words stick to her tongue, “Because I think I love you.”
This time Merlin is the one to jump to his feet, wrapping one arm around Y/N’s waist and the other grabs the back of her head, pulling her into a deep kiss. And this time it’s Y/N’s turn to be surprised before returning the kiss, their lips moving together. Merlin runs his tongue along Y/N’s bottom lip, testing the waters.
Y/N pulls back slightly, looking up at Merlin. “What about the regulations?” She says with a slight smirk on her face.
Merlin returns the smirk, “I lied, there are no regulations.” The two rejoin, Y/N hand cupping the back of Merlin’s head as the other rests on his chest, gripping at the fabric of his sweater.
Just as Merlin begins to walk Y/N back towards the bed in the room, he gets a call on his glasses, quickly pulling away and answering.
“Yes? Mm. mhm. I see. Good work Eggsy. Yes, see you soon.” He says before tapping the side to end the call.
“What was it, Merlin?” Y/N asks.
“Eggsy. He says they’ve completed the mission and that Gavara has been neutralized. We’re free to wrap up here.”
Y/N looks down, about to step away from Merlin before he pulls her back, his arm still around her waist.
“He also says that next time I decide to engage in… extracurricular activities, I should make sure to disable my video calls.” Merlin double taps the side of his glasses before taking them off and placing them on the desk. “ And please, call me ‘Hamish’.” Merlin then leans down and takes Y/N’s mouth again before continuing with the actions he had already set in motion.
Summary: everyone jokes that you and Patrick are bassicly boyfriends, but you have a date with someone else!
Warnings!: aggressive suiter, forced kiss, (This guy is just kinda designed to be a dick lol)
Word count: 2,090+
Y/N had known Patrick Stump since middle school. It was like they were joined at the hip, inseparable. They stuck together through high school and even after. Y/N was the one who helped run merch tables, drive the van, amongst other things for the band.
It had gotten to the point where everyone just assumed the two were dating, and when they called Patrick Y/N's boyfriend. He didn't really stop to correct them, not that they were dating, but if he had corrected everyone he would have to explain it 24/7.
Y/N had just finished packing up the leftover boxes of shirts after a show when Pete came up.
“Have fun watching your boyfriend tonight?” Pete asked
Y/N sighed, “Pete, you of all people know he's not my boyfriend.”
“Well I haven't seen you dating anyone else? Maybe you should just make it official.” Pete said mockingly, making a kissy face at the end.
Y/N chuckled and shook his head.
“What?” Pete asked.
Y/N closed the back door of the van before walking towards the driver's seat as Pete followed. “Well actually, I have a date tomorrow.”
Pete coughed and then started rubbing his ear, “I'm sorry, I think I lost my hearing during the show. It sounded like you said you have a date.”
Y/N just smiled and nodded at Pete.
“OK, well spill. Who is this mystery date?” Pete asked, leaning against the van with his arms crossed.
Y/N joined him, resting his back on the van, “It's this really cool guy who came and talked to me at the merch tables the other night. He's the drummer for that other band that played.”
“Desire in Stilettos?” Pete asked.
“That's the one.” Y/N confirmed.
“Oh yeah, I remember. Alex, right? Seemed like a cool dude. I remember Patrick saw him over there with you and he totally kept messing up on every song. Forgot the words, was strumming too fast or too slow.” Pete chuckled.
Y/N just rolled his eyes and opened the drivers door to the van, hopping in. Soon the rest of the guys were packed up and in the van, making the long ride back home.
The entire ride was awkward and silent. Usually Patrick sat in the passenger seat, but tonight he was tucked back in the corner, the furthest seat from Y/N.
Everyone got dropped off one by one, until it was just Y/N and Patrick. The air was a little thick, and the fact that the radio was broken in the van didn't help.
Eventually Patrick cleared his throat before speaking, “so… Pete said you have a date tomorrow?”
“Hm? Oh, oh yeah. It's with this guy I met at one of the last shows we were at. We're just going to hang out.” Y/N said, pulling up into Patrick's driveway.
“Oh, cool.” Patrick got up and grabbed his guitars before walking over to the driver's side window, “well, ugh, have fun, dude.” Patrick gave an awkward wave before going inside his parents house.
~~~
“Hey!” Alex waved as he saw Y/N enter the record store.
Y/N smiled and walked up to Alex, “Hey!”
Without warning Alex leaned down and hugged Y/N. Y/N was a little thrown off, but hugged him back.
The two looked through the music at the store while chatting about their interests.
Y/N smiled as he picked up ‘I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love’.
“Oh, sweet! I've been looking for this vinyl!” Y/N smiled.
“Oh, you like My Chemical Romance? I mean they're ok, but they're like total posers. It's like they make hardcore but for girls.” Alex laughed.
Y/N laughed awkwardly before putting the album back, “haha, yeah…”
After the record store, Alex and Y/N went to a music store. Y/N followed behind Alex as he picked up almost every instrument in the store, asking the workers obnoxious questions, and then playing as loud as possible.
Y/N picked up a guitar and started playing a song that Patrick had taught him, and then Alex came over.
“Haha, man. You are not great at playing are you? Here, let me show you how to actually play.” Alex then grabbed the guitar from Y/N and cranked the amp up.
“You were playing slow, if you want to sound good you have to play fast, like this.” Alex then started strumming something akin to Metallica, blaring the loud sound through the small store.
By the time they left, it was already dark. Alex insisted on walking Y/N back to his apartment. As they got to the front door, the two stopped.
Alex leaned against the wall, resting his arm above Y/N, cornering him against the apartment door. “I had fun today.” Alex said, looking down at Y/N.
“Oh yeah, it was a good time.” Y/N said as he awkwardly smiled, trying to seem genuine.
“It's like you really get me, you know?” Alex said, leaning down. Before Y/N could do anything, Alex was kissing him. His lips were rough and forceful. The taste of cigarettes was all Y/N could think of. By the time Alex pulled back he was already walking off, “well, i'll see you later. Give me a call ok?”
Y/N quickly went inside, immediately brushing his teeth to try and get rid of the taste and feel of Alex's lips. After, Y/N plopped down on his bed, sighing. Just then, Y/N's phone went off. Fully expecting it to be Alex, Y/N ignored it, letting the 8-bit ringtone echo in the apartment.
Just when the first call should have gone to voicemail, the ringing began again. This time, Y/N checked. It was actually Pete calling.
Y/N answered his phone, “Hello?”
“Hey, buddy! How'd your date go?” Pete asked.
“I don't want to talk about it.” Y/N said.
“Damn, that bad, huh? Wait wait, before you tell me let me go over and you tell me in person.” Pete said excitedly.
“No Pete, I don't want any-” before Y/N could finish his sentence, Pete had hung up. Y/N sighed, knowing fully well that he would be at his apartment in about 10 minutes.
~~~
There was a knock at the door. Y/N stood and opened it, but instead of Pete, Patrick stood at the door.
“Hey, Pete asked for me to come over, said he was going to but somethin’ came up, so he said i should.” Patrick said.
Y/N sighed for what felt like the millionth time that night and let Patrick in.
Patrick sat awkwardly on Y/N's couch, shifting on the cushion, “so, ugh… how was your date.”
Y/N leaned forward, resting his head in his hands, “so bad.”
Patrick frowned, feeling bad for his best friend, “you wanna talk about it?”
Y/N sat up, ready to tell Patrick everything, “He was so inconsiderate! First, he got in my personal space without warning, then he dissed my music taste. Oh, and then he was completely obnoxious at the music store, I'll never be able to go in there again.”
Y/N leaned back, covering his face with his hands, “and then he kissed me.”
Patrick coughed, “he KISSED you?”
“It was so bad. I never want to go on a date again.”
“You just had one bad date, you'll have better ones.” Patrick said, trying to cheer up Y/N.
“Nah, dude. I think I'll just stay single. be the old man who drives the van. I think I'll start working on my beer gut, actually.” Y/N joked, grabbing his stomach.
Patrick laughed, “Well, at least you've gone on a date. I can't say I've even done that. You've definitely kissed more people than me.”
Y/N sat back up and turned towards Patrick, “what? No way! You've never gone on a date?”
Patrick just shook his head.
“Well on a date you can kinda do anything, but the main point is to get to know the other person.” Y/N explained.
“What if you already know the person pretty well, like you're going on a date with a friend?” Patrick asked, becoming slightly flushed.
“Well, then I guess you're just trying to have fun with them, just building up the relationship and becoming more intimate.” Y/N said.
Patrick was quiet for a moment, shifting in his seat again.
“Hey Y/N, can I just try something really quick? You can tell me to stop if you're too uncomfortable.” Patrick asked, moving closer to Y/N.
“Sure, but what did you want to do-” Y/N’s words froze in his mouth as Patrick's lips gently brushed his.
The kiss was soft, gental, and Patrick’s lips tasted of mint gum. Y/N found himself leaning into the kiss, wanting more. After a few seconds they pulled back, both with a slight blush across their cheeks. They looked each other in the eyes, both wonderstruck.
But quickly, Patrick looked away, the blush on his face growing redder, “s-sorry! I just, ugh, I just wanted to know what it felt like to kiss someone…”
Y/N looked at Patrick shocked, “You mean that was actually your first kiss? Like for real?”
Patrick rubbed the back of his neck, “ye-yeah. I wasn't joking about you having kissed more people than me because, well… I hadn't kissed anyone before.”
Without thinking, Y/N leaned towards Patrick, kissing him again, this time with absolute love weaved in-between each movement of his lips. When Y/N pulled back, he noticed that he had pinned Patrick to the couch and that he was over him.
“S-sorry! it's just, you were acting all cute talking about kissing and I just didn't think and-”
“We can keep doing that! I-if you want…” Patrick said, his hands now resting on Y/N's waist, almost begging Y/N to stay where he was.
Y/N smiled, leaning down and kissing Patrick again.
~~~
By about 11PM, the two were laying on the couch together, Y/N laying on his back while Patrick laid on top of Y/N, his head resting on his chest as they half watched whatever was on TV.
“You know, I might not give up on dating.” Y/N said as he played with Patrick's hair.
Patrick looked up towards Y/N, “Oh yeah?”
“So long as it's you I get to date.” Y/N said, almost sounding like a question.
“I think that's a pretty good idea.” Patrick said, nuzzling into Y/N.
Bonus!:
“So, are you guys actually official?” Pete asked as Y/N unloaded the merch for tonight's show.
“We've both already told you and the other guys several times now. Yes, we are officially dating.” Y/N said, placing the box of shirts down on the folding table.
“You know Desire in Stilettos plays with us tonight, how do you think Alex will take it?” Pete asked.
Just then Patrick came over with another box of shirts, setting it down on the table too, “I think he'll get the idea when he sees me with Y/N all night, and if that doesn't work, well, let's just say I have a bit of a surprise.” Patrick gave Y/N a peck on the check before going off with the rest of the band for sound check.
~~~
Patrick had sat with Y/N the entire night before he had to go on stage. While the band was playing, Alex saw his opportunity to strike.
Alex made his way to the merch table, leaning against it to talk to Y/N, “Hey, handsome. Why didn't you call me?”
Y/N tried to lean away from him, the smell of cigarettes still fresh on Alex, “I got busy.”
Alex grabbed Y/N by the arm, pulling him closer to him, “I took you out for a fun time and you ‘got busy’?”
Just then Patrick spoke on the mic, “This next one goes out to someone special. Y/N, over at our merch table, I love you!” and the band began to play.
“Who the hell does that guy think he is?” Alex said, letting go of Y/N's arm.
Y/N shoved him away, “That's my boyfriend!” Alex stumped back and scoffed, retreating back into the crowd and out of the venue. Y/N turned back to the stage, cheering on Patrick and the band.
