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sacr3d-joeyxx · 1 year ago

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The new hire pt.4

Slipknot x Reader

Back at it again bitches, honestly I do love y’all a lot I just procrastinate so fucking much lol, also I’m possibly going to make this account a multi-fanbase but I want to keep my name and the layout the same. Also if you have any suggestions for me I can definitely work on it for yah! Peace and enjoy the long ass chapter!!

FYI the smut is only female because I feel like I wouldn’t be able to write male smut the way I do female smut, it’s nonbinary until the smut-ish, I’m sorry for this inconvenience and I’ll do better! Also if the smut sucks..sorry I’m still working on it lol! If there is spelling errors..let me know English is not my first language.

TW: Hungover Foreplay/Hungover Sex, Puke, Drug Use/Abuse, Physical Violence/Abuse, Broken Bones!

GW: Aftercare, Sweet Talking, Mental Health Care, Cuddling!

You stumbled out of the shower area all dressed and what not into Paul's arms..he looked at you before sighing and picking you up once again and walking back to the green room and heading back in there..He looked at everyone else and gave them a glare...

"I'm going to let them sleep with me tonight."

Paul left the green room as quickly as he entered, it was dark out..He had no sense of time but he would once he got back to the band’s trailer/tour bus. His footsteps were heavy and with step he took the dead grass and twigs would crunch loud enough for the crickets near him would go quiet til he passed them. You could feel his skin become more tender and hotter as he continued to walk, some sweat from his forehead dripped off and on to your cheeks.

His heavy breathing intensified by the more steps he took, eventually he managed to wander back to the trailer. He paused and grunted while fishing through his jumpsuit pockets and eventually gave up trying to look while holding you in his arms

As the moon hung low in the sky, casting a dim light over the packed parking lot that once was paved but now was taken back by nature, grass and weeds were everywhere including the nightlife of insects. You groaned softly as you were vaguely aware of the feeling of being lifted up by Paul and off his chest then you were gently set down on the dead, crunchy grass..Paul got up in your face and told you to just sit still for a moment, you chuckled softly at this statement. Paul leaned back and stood back up, he could still smell the vodka lingering on your breath, you felt the cold metal of the fender on the tour bus.

Paul leaned against the door of the bus and began muttering under their breath as they rummaged through their pockets, searching for the elusive keys. The grass crunched beneath his feet, the only sound was stillness of the night apart from the occasional chirp of a cricket.

Frustration erupted on his face before he finally found the set of keys in his back left pocket of his jumpsuit, with a small sigh of relief he unlocked the tour bus door and stuck the keys back in his pocket and gently picked you back up before carefully carrying you in the bus and finally then you felt the soft touch of bedsheets. He leaned down and softly mumbled in your ear, it sent a fuzzy feeling throughout your whole body..goosebumps soon appeared.

“You’ll be more comfortable here..”

Not before long Paul tucked you into his bed with his extremely gentle hands..your eyes winced softly as Paul flicked on one of the lights in the bus so he could see where his clothes were..He softly gurgled as he began to take off his clothes..he jumpsuit came off in one piece and fell to the floor with a very wet sound emitting from it..You blinked rapidly and moved your head to look at the source of the wet sound..

His movements were slow and gentle as took off his undershirt, Paul wasn’t muscular but he wasn’t out of shape either. He was just kind of fluffy with his build, but it wasn’t a turn off..it fit him perfectly well. Paul ran his fingers through his sweat filled hair, slicking it back. He had a couple of large and small tattoos but you couldn’t make out all of them besides the bands logo on the back of his right forearm and the name on the back of his left calf. You couldn’t tell if he knew if that you could see him changing but his next action didn’t answer the question it made it more difficult.

After he took his undershirt off, his back was completely exposed, you could tell he had a couple of deep claw marks on his back, like he was a god at laying it down with women. You watched him strip his boxers off and throw them down on the floor, it made the same sound that the jumpsuit made.. You gagged a bit, knowing it was all sweat. He cleared his throat and began to speak up;

“You really overdid it tonight and tomorrow it’s going to hurt like hell”

He shook his head and chuckled; you couldn’t even be mad he was right, he knew that you knew it too. Yawning gently you became focused on him again. You could tell he was about to turn around and quickly turned your head back into the little shelf like bed. He groaned and scratched his back, before digging around for a pair of boxers and quickly putting them on. He yawned while grabbing a white tank top, then grabbed a pair of gray sweatpants and put them on.

“You still awake over there?”

He asked while making his way over to his bunk bed.

“Yeah..”

Closing your eyes and pulling the covers up and over your face. You felt the side of the bed dip a bit before that side of the covers opened up enough for the cold air to reach your legs, soon the covers were closed again and Paul was now in the bed with you. He pulled the covers up around the both of them a bit more, he draped his arm around your waist and gently pulled you a lot closer to his chest, his chin rested on your head as you both began to drift off to a very deep sleep.

The next morning

As consciousness tentatively tiptoed back into your realm, your skull throbbed with a relentless rhythm, a cruel reminder of the debauchery that ensued the previous night. Sunlight filtered through the modest curtain, casting sporadic rays that danced upon the confines of the bunk bed, bestowing a semblance of privacy. With a guttural groan, you shielded your sensitive eyes from the intrusive brightness, the mere act exacerbating the pounding ache within. Shifting gingerly, you found solace in the warmth emanating from Paul's form nestled beside you, a comforting presence amidst the aftermath of revelry.

Blinking rapidly so your vision would clear up, you realize how close you actually were with him..his arms were very tightly wrapped around your waist. You felt his chest rise and fall in a steady rhythm against your back, their bodies were pressed against each other in a very intimate embrace.

Suddenly, you felt the unmistakable feeling of a firm and strong presence against your inner thigh. With your heart skipping a beat or two you realized what it was—morning wood, a sense of embarrassment and arousal washed over you. Eventually Paul stirred beside you, his grip on your waist tightening slightly more as he shifted in his sleep. His face was so very peaceful, his features softened by slumber. You couldn’t help but admire him even in your extreme hungover state.

You gently tried to move yourself from his very strong embrace, but atlas his arms only tightened around you more, pulling you even closer than before and bringing his morning wood a bit more closer to your sex, You could feel his cock softly pulse against your sex. The heat of his body against you was so intense, you somehow found yourself enjoying this very intimate and intense moment between the two of you.

After a few moments, Paul began to stir, his eyes fluttering open as he became very aware of you and his presence between your legs. He chuckled softly before biting his bottom lip a bit. He leaned in and whispered in your ear.

“Good morning dollface, how did you sleep?”

His husky voice sent a shit-ton of shivers down your spine along with giving you goosebumps. He smiled sleepily as he realized how they were positioned. A devilish grin appeared on his face but it wasn’t a bad one. He moved one of his arms off your waist but he still had a very strong grip on it and moved that free arm up to your chest and moved his hand up to your face cupping it while making you pucker your lips.

“I’ve been with my fair share of women and none of them have been able to do what your doing to me right now”

He gently rubs his thumb against your cheek, tilting your head to meet his gaze. His eyes were serious. Your heart fluttered a bit from the words he was saying, your stomach twisting and turning from the extreme amount of nerves and excitement. You couldn’t deny that you didn’t feel something between you and him but you had only known him for a day. There was a massive amount of chemistry.

“You must feel it, it feels like burning electricity”

Your breath became caught in your throat as you were meeting his gaze, you felt a surge of emotion hit you like a massive tsunami. Your head began to nod slowly, you were unable to tear your eyes away from his intense gaze. With a small smile his leaned his face closer to you and your lips connected like a lock and a key..Paul ran his fingers through your hair again and again til he wrapped it around his hand and gently pulled it causing you to left out a small groan.

The pulse from his cock started to become rapid, he obviously needed to be inside your tight holes but it knew you definitely deserved to be eased into it. After all he knew you were going to melt in his hands if he just went straight to that. You could feel the heat between the both of you, somehow this desire had been simmering all night long without you knowing but right now it felt with it was going to consume you all. Paul broke the kiss, he was out of breath and so were you..brushing your hair out of your face.

“You’re sure a pretty little doll..y’know that?”

You blushed a bit as he chuckled at you, he let go of your waist and pulled you up to sit on his groin. You felt his cock run along your holes.. you were sure that you soaked your panties completely along with your small shorts you had on..

“A mess already…my little mess”

His hands trace the shirt you have on, he pulls at the hem of the collar while looking at you..he slowly pulls it off and puts your shirt to the side of him, his eyes light up and focused on your beautiful breasts, before looking at your belly and stretch marks.. His hands snake their way behind your back and on clasped your bra and takes it off for you, putting it by your shirt he took off.

“Fucking hell, god you’re so heavenly..your belly is so beautiful and your stretch marks are perfect..your a real beauty”

You blush heavily as his hands move towards your breasts, he cups his hands around them and they’re cold and rough from all the calluses he gets from playing bass. Your nipples become extremely hard, he chuckles and smiles before moving his thumbs against them and going in an upwards and downwards motion while occasionally pulling/pinching in the process. You let out a few soft moans while looking at him..He seems to love playing with you.

“There we go, come on let me hear my good girl”

He pinches and twists your sensitive nipples causing you to let out a little louder moan..you bit your lip and looked at, giving him the look to just fuck you already but no he wasn’t going to let you that easy even though he was just as impatient as you were. You felt his cock pulse a lot more and you began to grind against it, your wetness was already heavily soaking his sweatpants. He let go of one of your breasts and trailed his hand down to your aching area, his hand slipped into your shorts easily. He let go of your other breast and wrapped his arm around your waist and lifted you up just enough to slip your shorts and panties off and put them next to your other clothes. He moved his arm from your waist back to your breasts and gently began to play with your nipples again.

“Be a good girl for me”

His hand slipped into your wet folds and slowly started to rub your already sensitive clit, you moaned slightly as he began to play with your pussy. He smiled and pinched your clit softly, that sounds you and your pussy were making definitely deserve to be in a porn video. Your constant stream of wetness, whining, and moaning was what he wanted. He slipped a finger into your hole and he grunted a bit as he realized you were extremely tight, he slowly pulled and pushed his finger in and out while watching your facial expressions.

“Based on how you’re taking my fingers, you’ll struggle to take me..but don’t worry I’ll treat your beautiful pussy just right”

He slips another finger in and slowly picks up the pace, his fingers were moving like magic, he knew what he was doing and he knew that. He smiled and grunted as he slipped another finger in, he had three of his fingers in your tight little pussy, his thumb began to rub against your clit while doing this, he was going to make you cum before you took his cock..he just wanted to make sure you were prepared for that.

“You gonna cum for me, my little doll?”

Your eyes flooded with tears a bit and bit your lip and your head nodded up and down as he was playing with you…any second now the flood gates were going to open. He sped up while fingering you and rubbing your puffy clit. Soon you began to cum, he felt you start and he started to fingered you deeper and harder..You gasped, your breath coming in short, ragged bursts as the pleasure intensified. Every touch, every caress, sent a jolt of electricity through you, bringing you closer to the edge. Your heart raced, pounding in your chest like a massive drum, matching the rhythm of his movements. You felt a tightening in your stomach, a coiling sensation was telling you that you were extremely close.

And then it happened, a massive wave of pleasure crashed over you, sending you spiraling into a pit of ecstasy. You cried out, your voice cracked with the sounds of pleasure and surprise, as you rode the massive wave, your body trembling with the release. As it subsided, you collapsed onto him, spent and breathless, a smile of pure bliss on his and yours lips. In that moment you felt free.

“Oh my, you made such a big mess..”

Paul took his fingers out of your pussy and brought them up to his lips, he looked at you and licked them clean while keeping eye contact. He spoke after clearing his throat.

“You taste divine, princess”

Paul wrapped his arms around your waist again as you were against his chest, lifting you up enough for him to be able to pull his sweat pants down to his knees, he did the same to his boxers..his cock had a lot of pre-cum drooling out onto his white tank-top along with his stomach..He groaned and he gently laid you back onto his chest.

“Now princess, I’ve got to asked..do you want me to where a condom? I know how to pull out but it’s up to you..”

You groaned and told him just pull out and that you’re on the pill, he smiled.. His hand reached for his cock so it would be easier for him to guide it in and with his other arm he wrapped it around your waist. You arched to his touch, your body responding to his with a hunger of its own. Slowly and tenderly he guided himself into your tight hole..it was dripping wet and hugging his cock all around. He grunted almost immediately, your bodies were joined as one now.. He looked at you while trying to figure out if you were ready for him to begin..

“If it starts to hurt, let me know and I’ll stop”

You gave him the all clear, then he began to thrust himself into your pussy nice and slow..Paul was average length but he was extremely thick..it hurt when he first started but your body started to get used to it..soon their bodies moved together in a dance as old as time, he felt a surge of desire coursing through him. You lay on top of him, your eyes locked on his, your body inviting him closer with every thrust.

He positioned himself beneath you, his hand resting on your back as he guided himself slowly into you, their bodies joining in a slow, steady rhythm. With each thrust he felt a deep connection forming between them, a bond that was more than physical. He watched your facial expressions, them being made by a mix of pleasure and ecstasy. As they moved together they both began to grunt and murmur to each other.

“Fuck, you’re so tight for me princess..ohh you squeeze me just right..”

Paul was grunting a lot more and beginning to go a lot faster while tightly gripping your waist. You cried out in ecstasy and he started going faster..your arms wrapped around his back and you started to claw his back Ike the many other women before you, but this time it was special. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them lost in a sea of sensation and pleasure.

As their passion reached its peak, a wave of pleasure surged through both of them, building to an almost unbearable intensity. He could feel your body tensing beneath him, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

“Cum with me princess..”

With a final, desperate thrust, he felt himself losing control, surrendering to the overwhelming sensation that consumed him. At the same moment, he felt your body arching into his, your nails digging into his back as you cried out in ecstasy. Paul quickly pulled out his cock and then it sat in between your stomach and his. Their cries mingled together in the air, a symphony of pleasure and release. Time seemed to stand still as they rode the wave of sensation together, their bodies moving as one in a dance of pure ecstasy.

As the wave subsided, they collapsed into each other's arms, their bodies spent and their hearts racing. In that moment, they were no longer two separate beings, but one, united in the blissful aftermath of their shared climax.

“Are..you okay? Did I hurt you at all?”

You said you were okay in a very raspy voice..He looked at you with a gentle smile and brushed your hair out of your face. He rolled onto his side and you followed him movements. Laying on your clothes he took off early..He peppered your face with small simple kisses.

“You and me should probably get cleaned up, the guys could be back here at any moment…”

His husky voice echoed throughout the empty tour bus, he gently brought his hand up to your face, cupping it in the process. He gently lifted you off of him, your skin was covered with yours and his bodily fluids..He smiled again as he got you to your feet and then hopped out of the bed after you.

“Hey doll, this stays between you and me forever…”

He arched his back against the bunk bed like frame, his back soon began to pop in all sorts of places. He groaned as this happened, but he stopped and looked at you. You looked at him wondering why he was so focused on you. Clearing his throat and gesturing towards the nape of your neck, you moved your head a bit and noticed the massive hickey that he gave you.

“I didn’t think it would bruise that bad…my apologies”

Time-skip because I said so…let’s make it mid afternoon!

Soon it was beginning to get dark, the crickets and the frogs began to do their nightly routine of annoying the fuck out of everyone. The tour bus was crowded when all of them were in there..you felt bad for Mick but Jim especially..he had to duck his head a lot.. and curl up into a ball to fit in the box of a bed they were given…

“Fucking crickets…I hate’em”

Sid said, while picking at some scabs on his legs..They were kind of disgusting..some were bleeding and some were just not healing properly because he picked at them..

“Aye..Y/N..how you doing since last night..y’know?”

Jim asked, and you looked at him then at Paul before saying you were fine and Paul took care of you really well..Paul smirked at your response..

“When are y’all back on the road again?”

You quickly noticed that Mick was here, normally he wasn’t but Mick was Mick…

Mick savored a slow sip of his beer, his gaze locking with Clown's intense stare across the dimly lit room. With a subtle crackle, Clown rose from his seat, his knuckles popping in anticipation as he strode purposefully to a nearby side table. There, amidst a clutter of papers, he withdrew a single sheet, unfolding it with deliberate care.

“Tomorrow, we’ve gotten one more set to play before we leave town…since someone called out last minute..”

You rose from your seat and approached Clown, extending your hand to take hold of the paper, eager to inspect the set list. As your eyes scanned the lineup, you couldn't help but notice the challenging transitions between songs, pondering how you were going to seamlessly navigate through the new lineup.

“Any reason why they pulled the plug last minute?”

Clown stood in silence, a whirlwind of thoughts racing through his mind as he grappled with what to say. Eventually, with a resigned sigh, he abandoned the internal struggle and opted for brutal honesty. "Fuck it," he muttered, his voice heavy with emotion, as he revealed the devastating truth: two of the band members had succumbed to a fatal combination of meth and fentanyl overdose.

“Apparently, their normal dealer got arrested and they needed their fix so they went to some sketchy dealer and got a bad batch..”

Sid's laughter echoed hollowly in the dimly lit room, a jarring contrast to the somber atmosphere. His intoxicated state dulled his senses, blurring the lines of propriety as he grinned recklessly. With a careless gesture, he plunged his hand into his shorts pocket, retrieving several small baggies containing a suspicious white substance.

“The party is only getting started..care to join us Y/N?”

You regarded him with a mixture of disbelief and incredulity, as if the gravity of the recent tragedy hadn't fully registered. Sid's smirk only added to the surrealness of the moment, his nonchalant admission about his drug source eliciting a skeptical raise of your eyebrow. His cavalier attitude momentarily quelled your rising anxiety, but the allure of the forbidden still lingered in the air, tempting you to embrace the reckless abandon of the night. With a silent vow to seize every moment, you pushed aside your reservations, reminding yourself of the fleeting nature of existence.

In a dimly lit room, all ten of them huddled together, their laughter mingling with the low hum of conversation. The air was heavy with the scent of cheap beer and cigarette smoke, casting a haze over the scene. Empty bottles clinked against each other as hands reached for another round, their movements sluggish with intoxication. You were, surrounded by a sea of drunk masculinity; but you held your own. Soon a defiant glint emerged in your eyes as you took another swig from your beer bottle, joining in the night's debauchery. As the night wore on, the mood grew increasingly raucous, fueled by the potent combination of alcohol and adrenaline. In the midst of it all, small baggies of white powder circulated discreetly, their contents eagerly consumed by eager nostrils.

As the first lines of cocaine coursed through their veins, a wave of euphoria washed over them, drowning out the noise of the party and sharpening their senses to a razor's edge. Colors seemed more vibrant, sounds more intense, every sensation amplified to an exhilarating degree. Yet beneath the surface euphoria lurked a darker undercurrent, the insidious allure of cocaine whispering promises of invincibility and escape. With each subsequent hit, inhibitions melted away, replaced by a false sense of confidence and power.

In the dimly lit corner of the room, Sid’s eyes locked with those of Joey’s, a brief exchange of words escalating into a heated confrontation. The music throbbed in the background, a pulsating rhythm fueling the tension between them as egos clashed and tempers flared. Words turned to blows in the blink of an eye, the violence erupting with a ferocity. The chaos of the party faded into the background as adrenaline surged, driving him to strike out with reckless abandon.

Amidst the chaos, shouts and curses filled the air, mingling with the sounds of scuffling bodies and shattering glass. It was a blur of motion, a whirlwind of primal instinct and pent-up aggression unleashed in a frenzy of violence. As the dust settled and the adrenaline began to ebb, Joey’s chest heaved with exertion, his knuckles bloodied and his breath coming in ragged gasps.

In the pulsating heart of the party, amidst a whirlwind of laughter and music, the psychological effects of cocaine played out in vivid technicolor. Conversations became rapid-fire exchanges, words tumbling out in a frenzied dance of wit and bravado. Tempers flared and egos clashed as the drug fueled a sense of grandiosity and entitlement. But as the night wore on and the initial rush began to fade, a sense of restlessness crept in, accompanied by the gnawing emptiness of impending comedown.

Then everything went dark.

In the harsh light of dawn, the party faded into memory, leaving behind a trail of shattered illusions and frayed nerves, a stark reminder of the fleeting highs and devastating lows of cocaine's grip on the human psyche.

#slipknot #x reader #joey jordison #corey taylor #sid wilson #chris fehn #craig jones #down bad #jim root #mick thomson #shawn crahan

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sacr3d-joeyxx · 1 year ago

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Overcoming Demons

Joey x Fem!Reader

Request from: iminlovewithmycarrrr

*Could you do a Joey jordison x reader where the reader is a vocalist and guitarist for a black metal band (she can scream and sing very well) and her band keeps playing the same gigs as slipknot and he just gets obsessed with the way she performs. The guys all tell Joey to ask her out*

Quinn’s POV

The crowd went wild as we performed our last song.. I said thank you and that it was a joy playing for Des Moines, Iowa. We as Ritualistic Suicide was done for the night. I was in love with the sound of encores and some occasional ‘I love you’.

It wasn’t hard to perform but it did come with its massive drawbacks, well just for me of course..Having to scream but also having to balance it with singing was hard. I got into black metal at the ripe age of 19 and I was sold when I heard the screams it was a form of art to me. Screaming is what I wanted to do nothing else but when we had to kick out the guitarist for getting arrested because of drugs but let’s get this straight there’s nothing wrong with doing drugs in this band but when we started to actually get gigs and record deals we all went cold turkey; well except him and he started to get involved with the law and then we all knew that the dude just simply had to go. I then took his spot after that. It sucked mostly because he named the band but it was whatever. So my job was now vocals and guitar…not impossible but it was in the beginning. I just had to learn differently, it took a lot of practice but it worked!

This time the black blood came out at the right time, it actually came out! It goes with our new single called ‘Homicide’ which ends with us covered in fake blood by it coming out near our eyes, mouths, ears and hands while playing. It’s kinda hard to explain how it works but anywhere you have tubing on your face you cover it with black face paint to balance it out; the tubes are a solid black color and it’s mechanically released with a push button that someone pushes backstage for us. It makes us look like we’re performing a sacrifice..I guess.. but a couple of drawbacks is it stains your skin like no other.. the other is getting it off your equipment..you see I have a pure white guitar, our bassist has a blood red one…you leave it on too long..well it’s fucking over..

Honestly I’d say the best part of this whole thing is a couple of things actually, first one is seeing the crowd; the way they listen to the music and move with the rhythm is a fish out of water experience. The second one is hearing our music on the radio or it getting mentioned in any form of media. Lastly getting all our cosmetics on, no black metal band is allowed to preform without it; well you can it’s just frowned upon in this profession. It’s funny seeing your closet friend’s faces in basically all white. You think you’re in a dream or something when you first start to put it on.

The best part about doing the makeup is the designs, most of the white face paint ends up in my hair by the end of the show, I look 50+ years older when I step off the stage. It comes out..kinda but it’s still going to be there for a couple of weeks..You’ll find white spots on your skin where you thought it was gone. It hides our face I guess but not really.. the band that almost always plays after us, especially when it’s a gig that could be a mix of all sorts of bands. They wear masks and red jumpsuits..crazy how much they look like a band in them. They are called Slipknot but I don’t know much about them really except for the band having nine people. I mean we have five people but nine is way too much yet they make it work.

Honestly they really intimidating, like they could all definitely be serial killers.. but they are the way they are for reasons. I’m taller than their drummer..he’s gotta be 5’3 or something. I’m 5’10..but there’s nothing wrong with short kings. I do think he’s kinda funny though, he’s just a mass of passion and speed. You could obviously tell when he plays that he enjoys what he does.

Any second now our drummer is gonna need my help to get the kick drum get in the case. The stage was already set and what not when we got there but literally 2 hours before opening Cam did something to it and just didn’t sound right anymore. Lucky for us I told him to pack an extra..of course he did but it’s fucking funny how the kick drum couldn’t survive a practice session.. nonetheless we fixed it just in time.

“Quinn! I need help..the kick drum..I can’t get it in the case!”

Bingo, like fucking clock work. I chuckled to myself as I walked over there and looked how it was placed in the case.

“Well, no shit..if you haven’t noticed.. you forgot to fold in the foam in the corner on the right..just tuck it back in”

He looked at me then itched his head, and went to go fix it before closing it and giving me a thumbs up..I rolled my eyes and turned to walk offstage..Now I had to find three others, it won’t be hard because they are in one of three places. The green-room, signings, or loading things on the bus. Normally we’d do signings but last time we did that someone brought a human skull..nothing wrong with that but none of us wanted to deface someone’s mom. So they’re not doing that…honestly I’m going go to go with the green-room; Declan, Mex, and Juz are all fat..not really but they have a tendency to stuff their faces with food after a performance like that.

I hope I’m not scarring any ‘normal person’ in my adventure to find the three stooges, but I probably will..It appears to always happen.

*Whatever the fucking sound is called when two people bump into each other when neither is paying attention.*

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Joey’s POV

She looked like a god..an immortal god…I don’t think I’ll ever be able to explain what she does to me. The makeup, her clothes, her hair.. she looked perfect..to me at least..I don’t think she’ll look my way..she’d have to look down as well..

I can’t remember how many times I’ve been doing the same gigs as them but it’s obvious that it’s on purpose. All of my band mates keep telling me to talk to her..I wish it was easy as that but I’m intimidated by her..she’s gotta be 6’1 and on top of that she’s in platforms..I have balls with certain things but women scare me..fucking weird how that works..your attracted to them but scared shitless of them.

Maybe I should go talk to her..fuck it…she had a great show and I should tell her..fuck it!

*Whatever the fucking sound is called when two people bump into each other when neither is paying attention.*

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Quinn’s POV

I brushed my hair out of my face and now knew why I didn’t see him..it’s cause he’s were fucking short.. but what’s funnier about this is that he’s wearing a bright red jumpsuit.

“Woah! Sorry man!”

“You’re good..I kinda was looking for you”

“Really? What do you need from me?”

“Just wanted to talk about how you preformed out there..”

“Oh..thank you! It was definitely up there with one of our first shows..mainly because it all went according to schedule…”

“You’re welcome..-“

“So sorry for cutting you off but I’ve gotta get going to find my mates, you can come along if you want..your set isn’t until 8:00pm and it’s 6:21pm now..”

“Uhhh-sure I’ve got time..”

“Cool..uhh just try and keep up, I’ve got long legs.. y’know..”

I walk fast, mean I don’t have a choice really I’ve given such long legs.. but they get longer in platforms..I turned the corner and looked at the wall with the little sign pointing left saying the green-room was that way…I looked back and the guy was still keeping up with me. Honestly he was probably sweating bullets under everything he was wearing, I would be too. I stopped before looking at the doors..bingo, found it. I looked back at him and he gave me a thumbs up..

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Joey’s POV

God..I honestly think she knows that I’m crazy about her..fuck..the things I would do to her..the bright white stage makeup with the black blood was still wet..her hands were covered in it. It looked like tree roots as it patterned up her wrists and eventually her arms. The messy jet black hair..covered in white makeup..I’m fucking obsessed with this woman..and she has to know..

“So.. you single…?”

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Quinn’s POV

I whipped my head around to him, I go wide-eyed while looking at him..I don’t know if he’s being serious or he’s just trying to be funny.

“Huh? Why are you asking..you interested?”

“……”

“Hello..I asked you a question?”

“..yeah..I am….”

“Huh..sorry I couldn’t hear you..”

“…..”

“Yeah, I am”

“You’re not like fucking with me are you?”

“….no?”

Oh so he’s actually being real..uh I don’t know what to do here I barely know him..should I give him my number.. shit I don’t know. This could be a set up from his band or mine..but I know mine wouldn’t fuck with me like this…they don’t have big enough balls to do so. He honestly doesn’t seem bad from what I can tell but he looks like he’s about to pass out from the stress of this situation..fidgety little guy..picking at his fingernails while waiting for my response.

“You’re one hundred percent positive?”

“Yes, I’m one hundred fucking percent positive..it’s a serious question..that I would like to know the answer to”

I could give him my number, I don’t have a piece of paper though.. but I happen to have a sharpie..

“Come here real quick..”

I reached into my back pocket and pulled at a sharpie as he made his way over here, I looked at him and smiled softly.

“Takes some balls to say that, y’know?”

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Joey’s POV

Okay..she took it well..maybe she’ll give me her number..oh wait she telling me to go to her..the hell is she doing digging in her back pocket..oh wait it’s a sharpie..fuck I don’t have any paper she can use..

“So..has this ever worked before?”

“Not really..I don’t don’t talk to them if I’m interested in them..they are scary..”

“Give me your hand real quick..hopefully it doesn’t rub off during your gig..”

I gave her my hand and she held it was she wrote her name and number on my hand..her hand was cold like a corpse..but who cares? I could see her looking at my chipped black fingernail polish..I looked up at her and we locked eyes for a moment.. the world went quiet and it felt like it stopped spinning..

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Quinn’s POV

I wrote my name and number on his hand and then looked at his nail polish that was black and in the process of chipping. I looked up at him and we locked eyes for a moment.. I felt the world stop I knew he did too.

“Thanks….Quinn..”

“You’re quite welcome”

“I’m going to head back now..”

“Okay..after your set come find me if we’re still here..if not then use my number.. answer it eventually”

I sighed softly as he began to walked away, I knew his gig was going to be a lot longer than ours was..they had a bigger fan base than we did but it’s whatever. I either had the choice to stay here another night or wait for him to text me.

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Joey’s POV

Fucking hell..wow I actually have her number and seems like she didn’t just give a fake one either. Okay..okay!! I guess that’s a win for me..

#joey jordison #corey taylor #sid wilson #chris fehn #craig jones #jim root #mick thomson #shawn crahan #paul gray #on my knees #oneshot #short story #oc #slipknot

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