Lmao i just had a dream where i was a member of slipknot and left the band just to start a succesful rat cult with my dad what is happening
So in your dream you went from Slipknot to Ghost?
That’s pretty neat! I’m so jealous lol
Lmao i just had a dream where i was a member of slipknot and left the band just to start a succesful rat cult with my dad what is happening
So in your dream you went from Slipknot to Ghost?
That’s pretty neat! I’m so jealous lol
I listen to the silent hill soundtrack while writing the Slipknot x reader asylum au. it’s so relaxing and brings me in a great mood for writing the atmosphere of the story.
Hey, just wanted to tell you that I absolutely adore your headcanons and one shots, they are lovely to read!
If you're still doing requests, I recently got an idea. How would the slipknot guys react to their partner coming out as nonbinary? I myself am nb and I just got really curious.
Anyway, I hope you have a very nice day and stay safe in this weird ass world!
I’ll have to decline this request.
My ‘reader’ character, is already genderless. there is no other than.
They must always be a vessel character. Always have the they/them pronounces.
I apologize sincerely, you’ll have to ask someone else.
I completely respect that. I like how you make it so that everyone can read it. I apologize for not reading your guidelines beforehand :).
Thanks for understanding.
it was an honest mistake, no need to apologize twice.
Feel free to return if you have another idea.
Have a good time.
Oh, I'm sorry. I must have forgotten to read them. My apologies.
That’s quite alright.
People overlook them all the time.
I just want to keep things fluffy and happy. To keep my ‘reader’ a blank proflile and everyone can read it.
Omg thank you soo much for the joey with a teen sister headcanons! I love them sm:))
Sorry if this next one is a bit personal, but y'know...
Could I pretty please have some headcanons of Joey with a teen sister that gets bullied at school and online because they're chubby? I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable with this, I just need the comfort atm. If you don't want to do this one just ignore it:)
Have you not read my rules on the tagged post?
Rule 4# size will not be specified, or any charactersicts for that matter.
And rule 5# the ‘reader’ will always be genderless. Just so i don’t get those sensetive people whining at me.
I sincerely apologize that you feel unhappy. But it’s for my own comfort and staying a neutral at all those tribes.
You’re going to have to ask someone else to do this.
Hello! I just want to say I absolutely adore your blog! Your style of writing is so cool:)
If you aren't doing asks atm just ignore this one. But if you are, could I please have some headcanons of Joey with a teenage sister? I'm so sorry if this is a very weird ask. I just thought this would be a cute idea. But again if you don't want to do this one you don't have to
Aww Anon!! That really nice of you to say. I’m glad to hear you love my work.
I changed it to a genderless reader. It’s one of my main rules that the reader stays genderless, i don’t want people nagging me.
Here you go!
Being Joey’s teenage sibling head cannons.
- Joey is very proud of you, no matter what you plan to do in life.
- being a teenager, your emotions are all over the place which can actually get on his nerves sometimes. Though he doesn’t say anything, he’s been there too.
- of course, he has introduced you to his band and friends. He trusts his friends enough to not try anything.
- mostly, he hopes that you don’t get influenced by his friends and their rock lifestyle. He does do his best to keep you at a distance and away from it all.
- However, Paul is very nice to you. Treats you like his own little sibling.
- Corey is that weird distant brother, that tries to bring you along on his binge drinking quests.
- Joey always gets mad at Corey when he tries to bring you along.
- despite Joey’s fear of bad influences, you spend a lot of time with the band.
Basically you got 8 more brothers.
- You actually helped during the band’s struggles. Joey still feels the need to repay you for how much you helped them.
- Jim has this adoration for you. He thinks you’re great. And he really hopes that he can teach you guitar some day. He talks fondly about you when mentioned.
- Just like Joey, Shawn tries to stir you away from bad influences. He will support you in whatever you’re going to do, except crime…
- you and Sid are pranksters together, and the rest of the band can’t escape. Sid is the REAL bad influence.
- Craig is very mysterious to you, but he likes to pat your head at times.
- Mick, although distant, respects you and treats you fairly.
- You often babysit the children of the band members. It’s one big happy family.
- during the hype of the Murderdolls, Joey didn’t let you get involved in any of that, although Wednesday knows about you and he is a good uncle figure.
- Joey did help you with your outfit for your school dance, it looked great!
- As you got older, you have actually grown a little taller than your ‘Big brother’.
- You still call him big brother at times. It seems to make him feel good.
- he discovered you graduated, he was literally bursting with happiness for you. It took him a few days to calm down again!
- To you, he is the best brother you could have asked for, of course. You never wish to have it any other way. Not like you know anything else.
Voila!!! Here you go, that was fun!
Thanks for reading.
When you look up a fanfic theme and all you get are bts aus…
Damn, gues it’s just me then.
I think it would be fun to so the Murderdolls as cats! I think it would be fun, let’s see what crazy breeds of domestic cat i come up with for them.
Yeah, i think that would be great…
Looking up fanfics make me feel like a creep.
(Y/n) and Corey are both silent as they listen to the melodic noise from the stereo.
They can’t help but feel accomplished, they have grown a sort of bond with the patient. And (Y/n) is happy about that.
“I write poems…” Corey speaks up after a moment of staying quiet. As if he’s confessing a great and powerful secret, “Writing poems helps me with my feelings… But the notebook is full.” He sighs sadly. (Y/n) understands now, one of his outlets is missing, it’s what caused him to try and open his arm again… This gives (Y/n) an idea! Surely if Corey gets a new notebook it can stop him from causing harm to himself.
“I can get you a new clean notebook.” (Y/n) suggests with a smile.
Corey looks up from the stereo and at the doctor.
His eyes showing surprise, he really didn’t expect that from the doctor. Ugh, it’s probably to try and get into his head, like all the other doctors who tried to ‘help’ him and failed.
(Y/n) chuckles at the look that Corey is giving them. “I promise you I’ll get you a new one, alright?” Their smile is genuine.
Corey squints at the doctor with suspicion, unsure if to really trust them. Perhaps this can be a test for the doctor to earn his trust.
Hello there! I’d like to request an x reader with Joey Jordison. For the plot, I was thinking that he and the reader go to one of those cat cafés. I’d like for it to be as fluffy as possible, please!
oh that sounds so adorable and nice.
I did it, it’s right here ⬇
Joey Jordison X Reader.
Summary : In Japan, Joey and (Y/n) visit a cat cafe and it’s cuter than they imagined.
Requested by : Anonymous.
(A/n) : You request cute Joey fluff. I will deliver.
The Tour through Japan has been going great so far! Everyone is having a good time and even if some things are still stressful, it’s all worth it to deliver to the Japanese audience of Slipknot!
(Y/n) has always wanted to see what those cat cafes were like. They have heard a lot about them.
They seem to be trendy here in Japan.
This country has many unusual things, but the change is a welcome one. Better Experience it while (Y/n) is still young.
(Y/n) and Joey are walking through one of Tokyo’s busy streets, hand in hand. Looking around at the many colorful signs on the towering buildings. (Y/n) is tall enough to look over all the locals and leads the way. Joey on the other hand isn’t…
“Here, almost there.” (Y/n) points into a direction, their voice raises so the drummer is able to hear them over all the noise. They pull on Joey’s hand to get him to walk faster towards the direction that (Y/n) wants to go.
Joey smiles at the back of (Y/n)’s head. He always finds it adorable when they get so excited about anything. He himself is excited too, of course. he loves cats! Now that he thinks about cat’s, he really misses his own feline pet; Mokey. Back home, he’s glad his sister can take care of him.
He feels (Y/n) tug on his arm, maneuvering through the many people to get to the cafe.
Joey nearly bumps into (Y/n) as they suddenly screech to a halt. “Look, oh my god!” (Y/n) beams, pointing at the cat cafe before them. “There it is.” He comments, letting (Y/n) pull him along to the entrance of the cafe.
The hostess of the cafe bows and welcomes the two as they enter. Of course, Joey and (Y/n) lightly bow in return.
The hostess leads them to a place to sit and leaves them there to get a menu for them.
Joey feels something brush against his calf. He looks down and meets the eye of a rag-doll cat looking up at him.
One cat, a Japanese bob-tail with a tuxedo colored coat, jumps on the table and makes himself comfortable there.
(Y/n) raises their hand and let’s the small cat sniff and inspect. Then they stroke the cat’s head and back, the bob-tail seems to love it.
“Oh this is more adorable than i imagined.” (Y/n) says as the continue to stroke the cat’s fur. it’s loud in this cafe, noise of utensils clinking and cats meowing.
“yeah, i wonder if they have good coffee here?” Joey adds, eyeing the large cat castle thing that’s hanging on the wall in the back, there are so many places for a cat to perch on. The drummer is amazed that the Japanese health department allows animals in a place that serves food and drinks.
The hostess arrives with the menus and hands the to the two and look throught it for something nice.
For (Y/n) the cappuccino sounds nice, with a slice of cheese-cake.
Joey also orders a cappuccino with a slice of red-velvet cake instead.
At this point, Joey feels four pressure points on his lap. He looks down and sees that the Japanese bob-tail has moved to rest himself on the drummer’s lap. “Hey, buddy.” Joey cooed as he strokes the cat. He feels more felines rub against his legs. He watches (Y/n) scratch a cat that’s perched nearby, it really was a good idea to do to a cat cafe, it’s really cute with all those cats around. Just be careful that you don’t step on some cat’s tail.
The orders arrived, and the cappuccinos are a piece of art.
The foam on the coffee and barista art made it look like a little cat! And Joey’s red-velvet slide had a cat shaped piece of white chocolate on top of it.
(Y/n) just keeps staring at the coffee. “Whoa, look at that.” Joey also gapes at the drinks.
“Joey?” (Y/n) asks, lifting their bag to dig through it.
“Yeah?” Joey responds, looking curious.
“Can i take your picture?” They ask politely, taking their camera out of their bag. They always ask whenever they want to take his picture somewhere, in case he’s done with all the cameras for a day and doesn’t want to.
Joey smiles, “Sure.” He nods happily.
(Y/n) lifts their camera, seeing through the lens as Joey leans forward and smiles for the camera. He assumed (Y/n) wants to take a picture of the coffee as well.
(Y/n) does want the cute cat cappuccino in view and snaps a picture.
“There, beautiful as always.” They smile at the picture they have taken.
They put back the camera, wrap a hand around Joey’s head to gently bring him to them, placing a kiss on his temple.
Joey chuckles at the gesture, turning pink in the face.
“Let’s just eat.” He says with a flustered tone.
The cakes and coffee were amazing!
Joey and (Y/n) had a lot of fun in the cafe, although all they did was talking and petting cats.
After all the treats are finished, (Y/n) treats Joey by paying for the both of them. Then they said goodbye to all the cats and the hostess and went on their way.
Once again holding hands while walking through the busy streets. (Y/n) can feel the drummer squeeze their hand as they pull him through the hoards of people that are going home after a day of work. Geez, it’s already getting pretty late.
“Okay, Joe. Where going to get back to the hotel and eat in the restaurant there. I want you to go to bed on time.” (Y/n) says in a jokingly stern tone, they’re aware of Joey’s habit of staying up very late. Joey rolls his eyes, chuckling at (Y/n)’s tone of voice. “Yes, mom.” He replies and laughs, though his laugh is cut off by a yelp as (Y/n) tugs on his arm and speed up.
“come on, i have always wanted to try sushi!” (Y/n) beams and speeds up even more, almost running. Their grip on the drummers arm not ceasing, Joey has to jog to keep up.
Then, after the diner at the restaurant. (Y/n) drags Joey towards their shared hotel room. It’s late and Joey needs his rest, that’s what (Y/n) thinks.
Joey can’t help but feel a little pampered. (Y/n) always knows how to help him, he feels luck that they’re his and he’s theirs.
“Come on, It’s a big day tomorrow. You need to rest and recharge your energy.” (Y/n) explains while unlocking the door of the hotel room, pulling Joey inside of the comfy room.
A two person bed, just like the two had requested.
“Come on, come on. It’s bed time!” (Y/n) exclaims playfully, jumping on the super soft bed the two share tonight.
Joey huffs out a laugh, shrugging of his leather jacket. “If you insist.” He replies, “Let’s get ready then, i’m actually pretty tired.” He sighs and turns away to got to the bathroom and get ready for bed.
When Joey gets back out, he sees that (Y/n) is already settled into bed.
“Already getting comfy without me huh?” He chuckles and approaches the shared bed.
(Y/n) shakes their head and opens their arms as an invitation for him. “It’s not comfy yet, come here.” They pout, gesturing with their empty arms for Joey to come over and cuddle with them.
He rolls their eyes and climbs into bed, immediately settling into their arms. A wave of comfort washing over and enveloping him in an instant.
He sighs and relaxes, right in (Y/n)’s arms is where he belongs, it makes him feel complete. They give him a gentle squeeze, one be gladly returns. (Y/n) strokes his hair, which they know help him relax. And it doesn’t take long for the drummer to drift of to sleep.
I hope this is cute enough for you.
Thanks for reading.
Paul Gray X Reader.
Summary : (Y/n) has a hobby they’re ashamed of. Paul eventually finds out.
a little birthday gift for @sleepy-poet
(Y/n) has always been very secretive about everything they do.
They’re the second most mysterious around, after Craig.
They don’t talk about themselves. The band doesn’t know what (Y/n) does for a living, or if they have any hobbies, what they like. Hell, even their favorite color is a mystery to the band.
Paul want to find out why (Y/n) keeps everything to themselves. And he can’t help but feel a bit worried… He doesn’t know why he feels that way, just his gut tells him to be worried.
There a have been a few examples where (Y/n) is behaving more suspiciously than mysterious…
The bassist has his eye on (Y/n) as they converse with Sid. Well… The DJ is doing most of the talking. Every time Sid asked (Y/n) a question, they turn the conversation back to the DJ. They refuse to talk about themselves to other people. And that worries the bassist.
He really wants to know what’s wrong…
Paul comes up with a plan to confront (Y/n) about it. And he hopes that they’re willing to tell him what’s bothering them.
After Sid is done talking to (Y/n) and leaves the room, it’s time for Paul’s plan to go into motion. Just before (Y/n) is about to leave too. He jumps up from his seat to catch up with them.
“Hey, (Y/n).” he calls and really stumbles over his own feet, catching for (Y/n)’s attention. They turn around to face him, their feet shuffling over the carpeted floor.
“hmm?” They hum quizzically, giving the bassist a look.
“I uh…” Paul stammers, searching in his mind for the right words to from an appropriate sentence for this situation.
“I just wanted to ask if you’re… doing okay?” He asks carefully, seeming to grimace at the sound of his own voice.
(Y/n)’s eyebrows furrow at the bassist’s question, for them it seems to come out of nowhere.
“ah, Yeah i’m fine. Why do you ask?” They wonder, scanning the man before them for any sign of what could give his concern away. Unfortunately (Y/n) can’t read body-language all that well.
“Well uh…” Paul rubs the back of his head. “You seems so… closed off lately. Even more so than usual. Are you sure you’re okay?” He elaborates, looking a little uncomfortable. As if asking about a subject that is very sensitive to (Y/n).
(Y/n) shakes their head slowly. They can’t help but appreciate that Paul cares about them, it makes their gut feel tied.
“I promise you Paul, i’m doing just fine. I just… don’t like to talk about myself much, i’d rather listen to what others have to say, you see?” (Y/n) explains.
The bassist is unsure of what to say to their answer. He decides to let his worries drop for now.
“If you say so (Y/n). Just so you know, if there is anything wrong you can talk to me.” He says, and watches (Y/n) step back ready to leave the room.
“Thanks Paul, i really appreciate that and i’ll keep it in mind.” They smile and take more steps back, before turning around and leaving the room as well.
Paul is left there conflicted with is own thoughts. He’s unsure if he should believe (Y/n)’s claims.
People with depression often lie to peoples faces about their condition, believing that the burden others with their feelings.
The bassist is sure he’s going to keep his eye on his friend, he will jump in when (Y/n) behavior gets stranger.
To start a new project, (Y/n) has to make some sketches first. The commissions are closed for now, but (Y/n) is still willing to make plush toys to donate to various organisations involving children.
The latest donation went towards a kids unit in a mental institution. And (Y/n) felt very proud when they got positive reactions from the hospital.
It always gives (Y/n) a warm feeling knowing that their hard work is well received.
They flip the pencil around to erase a little slip up on the next design sketch.
It still needs some adjustments, but it’s going good so far.
“What are you doing?” A familiar voice startles (Y/n). They jump in their seat and quickly shut their sketch book closed to hide what they were making.
They look up and meet the eye of the bassist leaning over the back of the very chair that (Y/n) is sitting in.
Paul only got a glimpse of what was in (Y/n)’s sketchbook.
“Ah! Paul, don’t scare me like that!” (Y/n) puts their hand on their chest to calm their rapid beating heart.
“Haha, Sorry (Y/n).” The bassist laughs, holding his hands up in defense. “What are you writing?” He asks, holding his hands behind his back and leaning over in interest.
(Y/n) looks away and shakes their head.
“No, i’m not showing you.” They says, holding the book close to their chest to keep anyone from looking at it. Their cheeks turn pink in embarrassment, looking away from the man standing behind them.
“aww, come on now.” Paul teases, “Just one peek.” But (Y/n) refuses, shaking their head and turning away from the bassist.
Paul can’t help but feel even more curious than before, and still a little worried even. What could be so special what (Y/n) wouldn’t want to share it with the world?
“Okay, fine.” Paul gives up pushing and turns away.
While walking away he takes a quick peek back and sees (Y/n) open the book again and resuming what they were doing.
He can’t remember being this curious about something before.
There, now that (Y/n) is alone again, they got the chance to work on their own project.
They take out the unfinished plush toy out of their bag and resume working on it.
One of their family members is having a child, and (Y/n) wants to make a little something for the coming child.
One of those blanket plushies that babies and toddlers love, made from wool so it’s not vegan…
The expecting mother doesn’t know that wool comes from sheep at least.
(Y/n) sighs while thinking deeply, resuming their knitting work on the present.
Paul has been looking around for (Y/n), not finding them anywhere.
He asked Joey for help, but the drummer just pointed into a random direction and walked away. Not very helpful…
He hears a noise of metal hitting metal, a almost rhythmic clicking sound. Curious, Paul enters the room where the noise seems to come from. And there he finds (Y/n) knitting away at a project. The bassist is intrigued at best, what are they making? Silently, Paul approaches (Y/n), peaking over their shoulder to take a look at what they’re doing.
There he finds that (Y/n) is knitting something, although he can’t really tell what it is.
(Y/n) feels a presence with them in the room, they slowly stop knitting. The feeling feels a little threatening, but that’s a mere instinct. (Y/n) turns their head to look over their shoulder, meeting the chocolate brown eyes of Slipknot’s bassist.
They let out a yelp of surprise, and jolt back. Paul jumps back to stand up straight, just as surprised.
It’s silent for a between the two, neither sure of what to say or who should speak up first.
But Paul is brave enough to speak first, “sooo…” He begins, rubbing the back of his head nervously. He feels like he interrupted something, but the discovery feels revolutionary, the answer to his burning questions.
“You knit?” He asks gently.
(Y/n) and the bassist are sitting across from each other. (Y/n) is looking at their own hands, tapping their rough fingertips together nervously. Paul has found out the hobby/work that they have being trying to hide from the band for a long time…
“I didn’t know that you’re so creative.” Paul says, astonished at what he has discovered. “You really do this for a living?” He gapes at the project that’s on the table before him.
(Y/n)’s hand rakes up their arm to rub their arm. “Yeah… It’s a side thing. I still have job, i do this for fun. The money from commissions are a nice bonus.” (Y/n) mumbles, not daring to look his eye.
He must think that it’s really lame, of course he would. He’s a tough rock-star, he would grimace at something to mundane as making plushies!
“It’s really relaxing to knit. I know it’s lame.” (Y/n) crosses their arms and sinks into their seat.
“No No!” Paul objects, waving with his hands. “It’s not lame at all! I think it’s pretty cool.” Paul grins, putting one thumb up in the air.
(Y/n) looks at the bassist with big eyes. “You think it’s cool?” They ask meekly.
Paul replies with a nod and a big smiles. He then stands up to take a seat right next to (Y/n). He put a hand on their shoulder to assure them.
“I think it’s very cool at least.” He says with a kind smiles. (Y/n) can’t help but smile back at the bassist.
This really does make them feel less ashamed of their hobby. Paul is really good at showing his friends that he cares.
(Y/n) twists their upper-body towards him to give him a hug that Paul is more than happy to return.
“Thanks Paul.” They mumble into his shoulder. The bassist squeezes them in response.
Yes, Paul never fails to make (Y/n) feel better about anything.
I Hope you enjoy it!
Thanks for reading.
Kitty on my lap, can’t move now…
Sometimes i wonder if the anonymous people who requested to me are the people that like my stuff regulairly…
I guess i’ll never know.
An idea i have been toying with lately.
Doll Joey. Like a porcelain doll in his size and shape. I just came out of nowhere some time ago…
You’ll see a fic about it soon enough, though.
For the people who requested to me.
Joey Jordison X Reader.
Summary : (Y/n) is plagued by night terrors, Joey figures out and helps them heal after he catches them having a panic attack.
Requested by : Anonymous.
It feels like the darkness of the night is looming over them, mocking their weakness.
(Y/n) pants, the feeling won’t leave them alone. Every night, there is something in their mind preying on their psyche.
(Y/n) curls in on themselves, nearly swimming in their own sweat. The loose blankets kicked back when they shot up in fear from the dream. (Y/n) pulls at their own hair, replacing the mental pain with a psychical one. They will never go too far, they know how dangerous it can be. They’re not like that.
The dreams are so vivid, so unsettling. They can’t bear it anymore.
This is the last straw, (Y/n) will do anything to stay awake from now on…
All of the band members have noticed. The behavior of their friend changed rapidly the last few days. And they’re all worried, especially Joey.
(Y/n) has been a good friend of the guitarist since childhood. Growing up together, going to school together, making names for themselves together.
Joey’s leg bounces nervously as he’s thinking. What could be wrong with his dear friend. Is it nightmares again, (Y/n) is prone to those.
Wednesday looks on at his band-mate as he rubs his hands together. “Why don’t you just ask?” The singer wonders out-loud, causing Joey to look up from his hands, “I tried but, (Y/n) won’t acknowledge me at all! Aw…” Joey whines. Wednesday can tell that Joey is really worried about (Y/n), and he is worried as well. Hell, even Acey, Eric and Ben are worried. Of course the whole band knows all too well about burning out and over-working, but watching your good friend slowly wither away makes you feel powerless.
(Y/n) enters the kitchen area, moving over like a zombie to the coffee machine to make a cup of the morning energy drink. Even though they’ve heard that coffee makes you depressed.
The two men look at their exhausted and troubled friend, Wednesday turns to Joey and nods towards (Y/n). Telling the guitarist to go and talk to them! Or at least say something to them.
Joey takes the singer’s advice, turning to the hollow shell of a person that is (Y/n) right now.
“Uh, (Y/n)?” Joey, speaks up. (Y/n) slowly turns their head, looking over their shoulder at the two other people in the room.
The two musicians almost cower under (Y/n)’s cold and unfriendly stare, there’s bloodshot eyes surrounded by undeniable bags, pale skin makes them look sick and their hair is an utter mess. they’re very, very agitated. Due to the lack of sleep and rest, they don’t have the energy to care for anything at all. They shuffle through the day with no purpose, like a walking corpse ready to crumble into dust. They feel sick, they could throw up at any given moment!
“What… Happened to you?” Joey asks after swallowing the lump of nervousness in his throat away.
(Y/n) stares at the guitarist, not turning their body to face him. “no sleep…” is all (Y/n) grunts out, their attention turned back to the coffee machine as it brewed their drink for them.
Joey looks at Wednesday, silently begging for help. The singer shrugs in return, also unsure of what to do or say.
“m-maybe you shouldn’t drink coffee no-” Joey is cut off by (Y/n) hitting their fist on the counter with a rough thud, effectively shutting him up. “Not now…” (Y/n) replies threateningly, taking their hot beverage and moving back to their cave of a bedroom.
The two musicians watch as (Y/n) disappears again. Just as (Y/n) leaves the room, Acey enters. He must have seen (Y/n) . He looks surprised, “You guys saw (Y/n) there, right? They look awful…” Acey says and points into the direction that their troubled friend went.
The three men share a look of extreme worry.
~~Later that night~~
(Y/n) squeezes their eyes shut, in hope to stop the tears from flowing. They hold back a sob, it’s only getting worse and worse! They pull at their own hair again. God, they really need help.
They know how worried their friends are about them, and they feel like an ass for being so rude to them.
They sniffle, their head pounds in pain. They’re too scared to be alone now.
Maybe Joey is still nice enough to be able to help them? There’s only one way to know…
(Y/n) sits up on their bed, slowly sliding off the sweat stained mattress and blankets and stands up.
Exiting their room, they shuffle over the carpeted floor and towards Joey’s room.
They don’t knock, instead they slowly open the door, walking in and closing it behind them again. Joey seems to have fallen asleep at some point, he’s in a shirt and shorts, a notebook on his lap and the lamp on the nightstand is still on.
(Y/n) almost feels bad for wanting to wake him up, but they really can’t deal with this alone right now. He’d understand… right?
“Joey?” (Y/n) whispers, reaching over and shaking the man’s shoulder to wake him up.
“Hmm.” He hums and squirms awake. His eyes squinted open. It takes a moment for him to gain his consciousness again.
“(Y/n)? Is that you?” He questions as he fully opens his eyes. Through the dim light of the lamp, he can see (Y/n)’s quivering form. Their red face were stained with tears. He assumes that (Y/n) still has night terrors. They have always been prone to nightmares.
“What’s the matter?” He asks, opening the blankets for (Y/n) to join him in the bed.
The two have always had sleep-overs when they were little together.
It’s not uncommon for them to share a bed together if they had to, or one of them wanted to.
(Y/n) gets comfortable right next to their friend, easing and relaxing while in the close proximity of him. It calms them to be around someone they trust.
Joey has stopped reading and gone to sleep at some point. The room where the two are resting now in the dark.
It’s eerie, but peaceful. Both Joey and (Y/n) are protected from the darkness of the night by the blanket covering them.
The guitarist suddenly awakens by something making contact with his chest. The impact was hard enough to wake him up instantly, he looked around for the source of the hit, only being met by darkness of the room.
A noise coming from beside him, from (Y/n). A whimper and grunt, (Y/n) is in the middle of a nightmare.
Joey can’t stand to see his friend suffer like this. without second thought, Joey grabs (Y/n) shoulder and shakes (Y/n) roughly to wake them up. “(Y/n)? (Y/n)! Wake up!” he calls, continuing to shake them.
(Y/n) screams out as they shoot up from the bed, gasping and panting as they awaken from their horrible dark dream.
They lean forward, taking in gasps of air. Their mind is reeling, those flashing images of their dream were so… unsettling. (Y/n)’s vision is blurry with tears, their heart pounding like a metal bass drum.
They can’t breathe well… their chest feels tight. What if they suffocate??
“(Y/n)! Calm down, you’re safe (Y/n). I’m here.” Joey panics as he watches (Y/n) struggle. He places one hand on their back, and the other on their sternum. He can feel their rapid heart-beat thumb against their hot skin.
(Y/n) grabs onto Joey’s arm to stabilize themselves. “Deep breaths.” He instructs, rubbing his hand on the spot just below their neck. (Y/n) tries to calm down, taking deep shaky breaths as Joey advised.
Joey is unsure of what to do next. So, he does the only thing that he knows that comforts (Y/n). He wraps his arms around them and embraces them firmly, still giving them enough space to breathe.
(Y/n)’s breathing stabilizes as they relax in his hold. Joey squeezes them firmly. They press their face into his shoulder.
He smells so nice, a mix of fake leather, vanilla and liqueur. They’re not even bothered by the faint smell of sweat due to the warmth of the bed, mixed with their own sheen of sweat caused by the panic.
(Y/n) squeezes the musician tightly, grateful for his aid in clearing their panic.
“Joey…” (Y/n) whimpers his name into his neck, tears soaking his messy hair.
“shh…shh… I’m here, it’s okay…” Joey assures, stoking their hair.
Joey pulls (Y/n) down back on the bed, the two now laying down on the bed once again in each other’s arms.
He can barely believe that it helped, it came naturally. This isn’t the first time he had to help (Y/n) with their panic, though they manage perfectly fine on their own now that they’re older… Sometimes there are those moments where you’re better off with the help of someone else.
(Y/n) lets out a deep sight as they ease up in his arms, feeling as safe as ever…
Here it is! I hope you like it.
Thanks for reading.
Slipknot x Reader.
Summary : (Y/n), from another band has a secret hobby, but Slipknot finds out anyway.
Requested by : Anonymous.
(Y/n) has been a close friend of Slipknot for quite a while, the fans find it remarkable how they aren’t dead yet. Slipknot still has a very low profile in the metal world, but they’re getting there and it’s only a matter of time and connections now.
Slipknot aside, (Y/n)’s little band, (Ba/n) is also getting it’s fair share of attention of the right audience. It’s a dream come true for both bands! Very hard to believe that they’re success is rising, not matter how small it may be it’s better than nothing.
Of course, rising fame and fortune has it’s pros and cons. It’s way more stressful then when (Ba/n) was just a little garage band playing solely for the fun.
The guitarist (Y/n) has been feeling more stressed than ever, nothing could have prepared them for something like this.
Although, they seem to channel that stress way better than Slipknot does. The stress never gets to them, they are somehow able to keep their head cool.
Which amazes Slipknot, they want to know how (Y/n) does it and what their secret is.
“what’s up Ya’ll.” (Y/n) greets calmly with a little wave, entering the room that most of Slipknot has resided in.
“(Y/n)! Yo!” Sid greets back happily, making (Y/n) smile brightly. They walk up to the couch that the DJ is sitting, stretching out before taking a seat right next to him.
“How have all of you been doing?” (Y/n) asks to anyone in the room that’s willing to answer.
They all didn’t look very happy. In fact, they look drained and tired. The hard work that goes into a growing band already getting to them.
Not to mention how the media isn’t very merciful to metal bands, judging every choice the band makes. Accusing them of worshiping Satan.
Both Slipknot and (Ba/n) are from small towns in the mid-west. Small, routine driven and religious towns.
“Could be better, i guess?” Jim questions his own answer. Tapping his chin as he starts to day dream again.
(Y/n) offers a comforting smile to the guitarist. “Better than terrible, right?” They try to cheer him up. It doesn’t seem to work, Jim’s sour look didn’t shift, he just looked away at the floor.
(Y/n) is unsure of what to do, they have never encountered such a situation before.
And are not sure how to react to it.
“Oh, man…” Is all that they can mumble out.
It’s silent for a moment, until Joey speaks up. “And how have you been?” He asks (Y/n), they smile at him. “I have been great, the touring season is over and Naomi is writing again for new material! I don’t usually write, i put inputs sometimes. But Naomi still get’s all the credit when it comes to writing.” (Y/n) explains happily. Joey tilts his head quizzically, “Don’t you get mad that you don’t get credit?” He questions. Everyone else in the room now seem interested in (Y/n)’s answer to Joey’s question. (Y/n) smiles softly and shake their head. “No, i don’t really want credits anyway. I just play the bass lines.” They chuckle.
(Y/n) looks a lot more cheerier than the other band. They can only wonder how…
Slipknot agreed to meet up at (Y/n)’s place for some relaxing that doesn’t involve drugs and alcohol. The band reluctantly agreed with (Y/n) idea. Maybe it’s one of (Y/n) methods of keeping their heads cool. Slipknot could learn from them indeed.
“Hey, Jim!” Joey waves at his band-mates, then runs up to him. “Hi, didn’t think you’d come Joey.” Jim comments, looking down at the drummer with one eye-brow raised.
Joey crosses his arms, “(Y/n) is fun to hang out with, they’re calm. A nice change from all the Slipknot madness.” he claims, Jim nods and agrees with the drummers statement.
Eventually the whole band has grouped up at (Y/n) house, but the host themselves isn’t anywhere to be seen.
“Is (Y/n) joking with us?” Corey wonders out loud. Mick shakes his head, “No, (Y/n) isn’t one for joking.” the guitarist argues. “Then where are they??” The singer exclaims with arms wide.
A whistle catches the band’s attention. “maybe, they have their hands full right now?” Paul taps his chin as he’s thinking out loud.
Craig is standing on the left side of (Y/n)’s house, pointing to a road that leads to the back of the house. “Great idea, Craig. Let’s go around the house and look there for an entrance.” Clown says and takes the lead as the band goes around the house.
The sketch is perfect, and now (Y/n) can work it out on canvas! It’s always exiting to start with a clean canvas, create something out of nothing. It makes (Y/n) feel gifted, to say the least.
Collecting all the items needed, they take it to a slim table beside to canvas to begin painting.
The band look past a large bush. several heads poking out from behind the bush to look at the back porch. “Why are we sneaking?” Sid whispers at his band-mates. “It’s, suspenseful…” Chris explains to the DJ. “Guys, look.” Joey says after blowing Mick’s hair out of his face, for the guitarist is looming over him completely. The drummer points at the back porch.
The whole band leans forward in sync as the see (Y/n) sitting on the porch, painting on a large canvas.
“Whoa, i didn’t know (Y/n) paints…” Paul gapes, saying exactly what the rest of the band is thinking. “let me see!” Corey whisper-yells. The singer is unfortunate enough to be standing behind Jim. “Move aside.” Corey pushes into the guitarists back. “I can’t help it man…” Jim defends himself, pushing back at the singers hands that pushing on his back.
“Shh!” Paul hushes the band, and they all quiet down again. Watching in awe at the activity that their friend (Y/n) is performing.
“stop pushing me!” Joey whisper-yells at Mick, who is pushing the drummer forward to get a better look.
“Guys, stop fighting.” Chris panics, fearing that (Y/n) might catch them.
“Ow.” Joey hisses and jabs his elbow into Mick’s gut. the guitarist grunts and steps back, standing on Paul’s foot. A whole chain-reaction ensues.
The bassist yelps quietly and raises his hands to push Mick back, but accidentally hits Corey in the process. “arch!” Corey groans and collides with Craig, who bumps into Chris.
Chris swings his arm to break his tumble and hits Shawn’s head.
Jim grabs onto the Clown’s wrist into he can hit Chris back.
Joey feels too claustrophobic to stay in this position and steps forward and out of hiding.
(Y/n) looks up upon hearing a noise and sees their drummer friend Joey standing there, looking like he got caught red-handed.
(Y/n) puts the brush down and tilts their head.
“Joey, you’re here. I thought we agreed to meet up an hour later.” (Y/n) says, standing up and walking down the porch to meet up with the drummer.
Joey rubs the back of his head, “uh, yeah, We’re early.” He laughs nervously.
(Y/n) looks at him with confusion. “We?” they question. Joey is not alone?
Joey confirms with a nod, then gestures to the bushes next to the house. “Come on out guys, they know we’re here.” Joey says, waving with his arm as a gesture to get out.
Each member of Slipknot emerges from behind the bushes one by one.
“Hi (Y/n).” Sid waves frantically, acting like he’s the innocent one in this whole ordeal.
Craig also silently waves in greeting.
“Well… You guys are early.” (Y/n) says, putting their hands on their hips, giving the band a funny look.
“Early?” Jim questions, scratching his chin. (Y/n) nods in confirmation, “As i said to Joey, I didn’t expect you guys until an hour later really.” (Y/n) repeats themselves calmly. They don’t seem to be bothered at all at the band peeking on them while they paint.
The whole band looks embarrassed at their little slip-up.
(Y/n) notices their uneasiness, “Don’t worry about it guys, no harm done!” They laugh, waving their hand in a dismissive gesture.
The band eases up again, all smiling at (Y/n).
(Y/n) twirls around and walks back towards the porch, gesturing for Slipknot to follow.
“Come on guys, you must be thirsty. I got some sodas and games we can play to relax. It’s what you came here for after all!” (Y/n) gleams, taking a host role as the band-members are guests on their property.
“Hell yeah!” Sid beams, rushing after (Y/n), the rest of the band following inside to do what (Y/n) has planned.
Here you go, i hope you like it.
Thanks for reading.
(Y/n) *grabbing Joey by the shoulders*: “i would die for you.”
Joey *tearing up*: “please don’t…”
The next week my internship and school begin once again! I’m very excited, i haven’t had school in five months.
uploads will be even less frequent than usual.
Requests are closing this weekend, so make your request now to be added to the list.
I hope you’ll under stand that i have a live beyond this little hobby of mine yes?
This is all just for fun and all.
Thanks for your attention!
Kind regards, Pennart.
Hello! I hope you’re doing well and aren’t too bombarded with requests. I’d like to request an x reader (imagine) with Joey Jordison where the reader helps him during the time he spent in the hospital for his spine disorder. It can be fluffy and supportive, not saying that it has to be angsty at all. If that is too much for you or too emotionally draining, I completely understand.
Awe, Anon. You’re so thoughtful.
Don’t worry, i’m emotionally very strong and can handle many things. I am alright.
I do have a whole list of requests so i have my hands ful with them.
I always thought Joey’s decease was… controversial? But if it’s innocent and wholesome like you requested it should be alright. ( I have seen the pictures of Joey in a hospital bed too.)
I’ll have to do some research on it all. It’s added to the list.
Kind regards, Pennart.
Mick: “so… i gave (Y/n) to Sid, and now he won’t let go of them.
*Jim looking at Sid cuddling (Y/n)*: ”… He loves them.“
This is the anon who asked about the jay reader insert. You can surprise me, just anything that's fluff
Alright, thanks for the clarification.
I’ll do my best, it’s added to the list.
Have patience thank you.
Kind regards, Pennart