#ask joey jordison

[writerz-unite]

joey jordison x reader where he’s too shy to talk to reader, but admires her from afar xx

Staring - Joey Jordison X Reader.

Warnings - Maybe stalking? I don’t know if this counts.

Word count: 794

A/N: First ask!! And omg this is so cute!! <3 Timeline wasn’t mentioned in the request so I just made it a highschool au lol- hope that’s okay, enjoy!!

You were just sitting in history class, dozing off while the teacher kept rambling on their lecture. You were about to fall asleep when suddenly you felt a tap on your shoulder, you quickly looked up to see your best friend.

��…What?” You said in a drowsy tone.

“That guy is looking at you.” She said pointing to someone across the classroom, but before you could even look over, he had already turned away.

“Who-“ You started to speak before she cut you off

“Ugh, nevermind, he turned away.” She scoffed before turning away from you. Well that was confusing, but you couldn’t help but wonder who she was talking about… Oh well, it doesn’t really matter.

You tried setting your head back down so you could get some sleep like you were originally going to do but the bell rang as soon as you set your head down on the desk. You got up while picking up your backpack and lazily walking to your next class, band.

When you got there, everyone had already got their instruments ready and all of their heads had turned to face you, you just rolled your eyes and headed to the small instrument storage in the back of the room, picking up your instrument and sitting down in a seat.

Throughout the entire hour, you couldn’t help but shake off the feeling that someone was looking at you, but you just tried to ignore the thought and get through this period, after this hour you could finally leave and go to the mall with your friend.

—AFTER SCHOOL

As the last bell rang you let out a sigh of relief and put your instrument up, grabbing your backpack, and walking out to your car to drive to the mall you promised you would meet your friend at yesterday.

As you got out of your car, you immediately noticed your friend waving and running up to you in excitement.

“Hey, [Y/N]!” She exclaimed, way more energetic than she was in history class.

“You seem happy.” You replied in a calm tone, still feeling the same sleepiness you felt in history.

“Well duh! My parents finally agreed to let me go out on my own for once!!”

You smiled a little at that, she kept the conversation going as you two walked in the mall. You went to several different stores before she stopped, her eyes widening.

“What? You look shocked.” You said a little confused

“There! That’s the guy who was staring at you in history!” She yelled loudly before pulling your arm and forcing you to look at him, Joey, the percussionist guy in your band class.

“Joey? Are you sure he wasn’t just looking at something else in history like a poster behind me or something?”

“No, no! You should’ve seen the look on his face! He was sort of admiring you in a way—“ She seemed hellbent on you believing her.

“—You should confront him.” She added at the end with a smirk on her face.

“What?! No— He probably wasn’t even looking at me— I’m not doing that.” You refused, though you were kind of debating it in your head. No, cut that out, [Y/N]. He wasn’t looking at you, or admiring you, either way, you aren’t talking to some random guy who did nothing wrong— You said to yourself before shaking your head and telling your friend that ‘We should just continue and ignore it.’

—THE NEXT DAY (BAND CLASS)

Today you were going to talk to him, just trusting what your best friend said. You waited patiently for the bell to ring, but the class felt like forever, you looked at the clock every minute, but it didn’t look like it was moving at all. After a century of waiting, the bell had finally rang, you quickly put up your instrument and waited at the band door for Joey. Just before he walked out you tapped his shoulder and mumbled ‘I need to talk to you’

“Hey um, were you staring at me in history yesterday?” You managed to say, if he said no you would’ve been so embarrassed—

“Oh- Uh… You noticed that?” Joey timidly asked, slight blush forming on his cheeks.

“…Yeah…” Suddenly, the air felt more tense, the other students had already ran out of the school so it was just you and Joey. In awkward silence.

“…Okay I’ll just admit it.” Joey sighed and spoke up, this made you perk up, Admit what? You asked yourself.

“—I like you, [Y/N], a lot. And I— Well… I was wondering if you’d wanna go out with me…” Your breath hitched as he said those words, you started to blush as-well before mumbling ‘yes’ under your breath.

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Notes: Wasn’t sure if this is what you wanted but tried my best! I hope you liked it <3

[kurdtkobain00]

I'm not a fan of how Corey turned out help🙁

[sacr3d-joeyxx]

Literally how that Reddit ask me anything is going to go, since Clown was alive when they wrote the Bible. With his old ass

Here it is.

[genderlesspersonx]

Idk if you're talking asks on this but how would catknot behave while at the groomers

https://youtube.com/shorts/eMLTUDDFBNQ?si=iLKKeGnRhoBb-GLp <- video for reference

very funny ask actually. Thanks for the idea!

(long post ahead)

Sid would go absolutely fucking nuts. He'll run and jump around in the room before he even gets groomed. If you manage to catch him he'll yap non stop and tries to escape all the time. AND KEEP THE SHAMPOO BOTTLES AWAY FROM HIM HE'LL KNOCK EM OVER AND EAT THE SHAMPOO!!! He'll also bite and chew on anything edible or not. If you wanna get him completely clean you should probably not have short temper and you'll need to drug him (if you manage to catch him). Maybe he also escapes somehow and just not get cleaned lol. He's not scared of getting groomed he just likes to be a menace and all the loud sounds make him go crazy. The room will also look like someone dropped a bomb in there.

joey would be pretty calm but definitely pissed. He'll give some warnings with hissing and growling if he doesn't like something. He does enjoy the bathing part because he loves being scratched with the sponges and likes water dripping on him. He just absolutely HATES the air dryer. It's very loud and because of that the wind also scares him. You'll have to put him on a leash after the bath so he doesn't go hide under a shelf or run away. But as long as you have treats to distract him he will stay a bit more calm but will definitely stay pissed.

Paul actually likes getting groomed. He's calm af and he'll just be given treats for nice behavior and not to keep him distracted. The only thing he doesn't really like is getting fur on his paws trimmed and getting his paws clipped also makes him feel a bit uncomfy. But if you keep petting him during this part he'll stay pretty calm. He may meow a bit during the air drying part but definitely doesn't hate it as much as joey.

Chris doesn't really care about getting groomed tbh. He'll let you do what you need to do but only as long as there's treats! if you don't have treats he'll hide somewhere until you get him his treats. He may yap a little during the washing part but he's generally ok with anything. Even claw clipping.

Jim LOVES getting groomed. He likes getting himself cleaned after getting dirty outside. He especially loves the washing part. He'll even swim in the bathtub. The only thing he doesn't like is getting out of the bathtub. He will chase after the air dryer so it's a litte hard to get his fur dry. Sometimes you'll have to put him on a leash so he can't chase after the air dryer that much. He'll meow a lot but not because he hates something it's because he WANTS something. He'll point at the brushes and sponges and meow at you. Sometimes he tries to steal the sponges and lays them into his carrier (that's why there are a lot of sponges under the sofa, bed, fridge, etc.).

Craig...well. he just kinda stits there and let's you do the cleaning. He does look pissed tho. He won't meow or give warning signs like growling if he doesn't like something, he'll just straight up bite and scratch you. Maybe he'll hiss but only if he absolutely hates something. Trimming his fur is the hardest part because he'll try to bite you at any chance he gets.

Shawn switches from being an absolute menace to being a sweetheart every few minutes. One minute he'll bite, scratch, meow and jump around and the next minute he wants you to pet him and lick his hand. The only way to prevent these mood swings is by treats. But only a specific brand of treats. If it's not the right brand of cat food he won't cooperate. You'll especially need treats if you want to trim his fur on his paws.

Mick absolutely HATES getting wet. He does absolutely not like getting washed. Due to his very long and fluffy fur it feels very uncomfortable for him to get wet and takes some time to get him dry. Because of that he also hates the air drying part. He'll also do anything to prevent getting his claws clipped. He'll even climb up to the ceiling. Keeping him calm also doesn't always work with treats. Sometimes you'll just skip claw clipping because he will make it VERY clear that he doesn't like it. But if he's really in the need to get is claws clipped you'll eventually have to drug him eventually because he's a really big cat and has very sharp claws. and it's sometimes hard to catch him without getting hurt.

Corey will climb on anything to prevent getting groomed. Walls, shelves, curtains, etc. he'll also start yapping like sid but VERY loud. His meows also sound like screaming a lot of the time. You can keep him somewhat distracted from getting cleaned when you give him something to chew on like a chew toy or a piece of cardboard because he absolutely LOVES chewing and scratching on cardboard. but he'll get bored after sometime and start trying to escape again. He'll still be pissed after getting groomed unless you got a piece of cheese for him as a treat. He loves cheese.

(sorry if there's any typos I'm a litte too fast with typing on phone 😭)

[j0eyj0rdis0n]

SLIPKNOT IN A FANTASY KINGDOM AU

SID WILSON - Jester

I mean... Let's get real. This guy is funny as fuck.

If I didn't headcanon him as a jester then something would be mentally and morally wrong with me.

JOEY JORDISON - Farrier

I think this one is for my own personal enjoyment but he just seems like he'd enjoy putting on horseshoes??

We all know he was an animal lover so this is certainly fitting in that sense

PAUL GRAY - Butcher

Paul could've certainly did this IRL when he was alive and most of me believes he would've been really good at it.

And to honor his legacy as the pig, this is only fitting.

CHRIS FEHN - Hunter

Chris on the hunt scares me in my head. So I had to do it. It had to happen.

Imagine him fucking chasing after you?? Helllllll no.

JIM ROOT - Blacksmith

He works with motorcycles so this is the closest we'd get in a kingdom fantasy sense

He can still be sexy and sweaty just without the grease from a bike

CRAIG JONES - Banker

I feel like at one point he was in charge of the bands finances, whether that's true or not I really don't know, but I want to assume it was true

He'd kill it as a banker and you can't change my mind

SHAWN CRAHAN - Judge

After all these shit decisions with the band, this would be so fitting! And it would give Mick a very intensive job.

As you can tell, I'm not happy with Shawn at all. He'd be corrupt and that's the end of the story.

MICK THOMSON - Executioner

Big man. Biiiiiig man. This is the perfect job for a big burly man.

And seeing him come up to fucking murder you with that black hood on? Terrifying.

COREY TAYLOR - Sheriff

Going along with Shawn in corruption, he'd make the perfect Sheriff! I'm also not happy with him.

But he does lay down the law most of the time so it's a fitting job regardless.

[suc1d3-1z-th3-0nly-3sc4p3]

SLIPKNOT THEMED ASK GAME!!

ask games r so fun to do so why not cook up my own good soup🗣️

Favorite member?

Favorite track?

Favorite album?

Favorite mask era?

Least favorite track?

Least favorite album?

Favorite tour?

If you could meet a member, who would it be?

What is your favorite mask your favorite member wore?

How did you get into Slipknot?

Fan of side bands/projects? (Stone Sour, Murderdolls, SID, Body Pit)

When did you start listening to Slipknot?

Favorite Slipknot quote?

Best era of jumpsuits?

If you were to join Slipknot somehow, what instrument would you play?

What other bands did Slipknot get you into? (Example: I got into Mudvayne through Slipknot)

What member would you beat in a fight?

What member would you throw a 10 minute microwaved honey bun at?

SEND THE NUMBERS INTO WHOEVEA REBLOGGED THIS POSTS INBOX YO!!

[jroot04]

jim. jim. jim. jimmy. jim. JAMES!!!!!!!!!!!!

- #1

what 😒

[wednesday13-ask-blog]

wendsysayyyyyyyy hiiiii sweeryhesrttttt :)) !!!!! - #1

hiiii Joey :))

you need me to come over and take care of your drunk ass?

[beyondthevalleyofmurderdolls]

why is your boyfriend so distorted looking

LMFAOO LEAVE HIM ALONE 💀💀

HE'S JUST A SILLY BOY

[sicsidsimp666]

This is clearly in like an office or something with a regular chair.

BUT TELL ME WHY IT LOOKS LIKE THEY WERE ON A DISNEY WORLD FUCKING FAMILY RIDE

Joey

Forced to be in the front by the family

“I’m totally fucking over this trip Dad.” (He’s talking to Shawn by the way). (In which Shawn angrily replies, “I’m totally over your fucking attitude.”)

One more Disney employee tells him to, “smile he is at the most magical place on earth.” And he’s going to catch ✨ assault charges ✨

Got way to high with Sid in line to pass the time and is now gonna throw up on Space Mountain

Chris

Physically moved Joey to the front, with the rest of the families approval.

Now has to sit at the back because Joey was trying to fight him and Paul wanted to get a good family pictures at the end of the ride.

Is an adrenaline junky so he is having a great time on space mountain

Except he took to much acid with Sid while waiting in line so the ride is more intense than what he bargained for so he’s throwing up in the landscaping outside of Space Mountain (Joey’s laughing like he didn’t throw up on the ride).

Paul

Happiest motherfucker in the whole family to be at Disney World

Buys a pair of ears

Is the mediator amongst everyone so that no one is getting killed

Does it with the biggest smile on his face

BUYS EVERY PICTURE FROM EVERY RIDE WITH EVERYONE

Then hangs the pictures up in the tour bus.

Is the only one who doesn’t bitch once the entire trip. In charge of keeping moral up.

no.1,2,3 🥹

[genderlesspersonx]

send me slipknot member names and I'll give them 5 headcanons

[jimsbeetroot]

Hiii I love your work, could you do a smut with Joey and fem reader where she rides him while he's sitting at his drum kit?

keeping the beat ♱ joey jordison

Title: Keeping the Beat Pairing: Joey Jordison x Fem!Reader Word count: 1.355 words Warnings: NSFW / smut (18+), rough sex, public-ish setting (semi-private), reader riding Joey, dirty talk, possessiveness, swearing.

The dull thrum of bass amps hummed through the thick walls of the rehearsal space as the remaining members of Slipknot packed up and scattered. Everyone had cleared out after the last session, except for Joey — who, as usual, stayed behind, clinging to the sanctuary of his drums like they were the last thing keeping him tethered to reality.

The muffled clang of cymbals, the rhythmic pulse of his practiced strokes on the snare, and the occasional grunt of frustration were all you heard when you first entered the dimly lit room. His back was to you as he hammered out the final beats, his body swaying slightly with the pulse of the music. It was the kind of focus Joey only found when he was alone — the kind that let him block everything else out, even the world beyond the drums.

You lingered in the doorway for a moment, just watching. The way his long black hair clung to his damp neck, the way his toned back flexed under his worn band tee — it was a sight you had grown used to but never tired of. Joey Jordison was a beautiful mess, and you couldn't help but adore every piece of him.

Eventually, he stopped mid-pattern, stilling his sticks and letting the silence of the room settle in. He didn't even look up when you took a few steps forward, but you knew he was aware of your presence. His fingers twitched, and his posture shifted slightly, as if he was waiting for something.

"Enjoying the show?" he asked, his voice low and slightly rasping from exertion, but with that familiar cocky edge you loved.

You stepped closer, leaning against one of the towering amps near the wall. "I like the view."

He smirked, but didn't turn around, tapping his sticks against the rim of his snare in time with the soft, heavy beat of his heart. "You should get a better one, then," he muttered, his voice thick with amusement and the faintest trace of challenge.

You took a few more steps, until you were standing between him and the kit, close enough to feel the heat radiating off his body. There was something almost magnetic about the way he moved behind those drums, like he was consumed by his own rhythm. The thought made you smile. You liked watching him lose himself in his element, but tonight… tonight you had other plans.

Without a word, you slid a hand down his thigh, the warmth of his skin seeping into your palm. His muscles tensed under your touch, and you felt his breath hitch.

"You're killing me with that look," Joey growled, finally turning to face you, his eyes intense and dark, his black hair falling messily around his face. His gaze was predatory, but there was an undeniable softness to it — one that only ever came out when he was with you.

You smirked. "I like watching you play. You look so focused."

"Focused?" He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his lips twitching upward in amusement. "You have no idea, babe."

You leaned in closer, your breath hot against his neck. "I think I have an idea."

Joey’s hand gripped the back of your neck, pulling you into a kiss — slow, but charged with the promise of something much more urgent. His tongue brushed against yours, tasting, teasing, and then pulling away just as quickly. You groaned in protest, the need building between you as his hands moved to your waist.

"You're not just here to watch, are you?" he rasped, his voice thick with hunger.

You shook your head, biting your lip as you stepped closer, straddling his lap in one swift motion. The hardness of him pressed against your thigh, and the sensation sent a jolt of heat straight to your core.

"You have no idea how much I want you," you whispered, your hands sliding under his shirt, feeling the solid muscle of his chest beneath your fingertips.

Joey let out a low groan, gripping your hips and pulling you flush against him. "Then take it."

Without hesitation, you unzipped his jeans, freeing his cock, already hard and flushed, waiting for you. His breath caught in his throat as you slowly lowered yourself onto him, inch by inch. The moment you were fully seated, you both exhaled, the tension of the build-up breaking with a shared, needy gasp.

You rested your hands on his shoulders for balance, feeling the slight tremor in your thighs as you slowly began to move. The pressure, the fullness — it was all too much, and it made you dizzy with need. Joey’s hands gripped your waist, guiding your rhythm, his eyes locked onto yours with a dark, hungry intensity.

"Fuck," he groaned, his teeth gritted. "You feel so good on me."

You leaned forward, brushing your lips across his as you began to ride him harder. The friction was maddening — his cock hitting all the right spots, his breath ragged and uneven. The sound of his breathing, the slap of skin on skin, filled the room, but you were too lost in the moment to care.

"You're perfect," he whispered, his hands tightening on your hips as he pulled you down onto him with a sharp thrust. "Don't stop."

You didn’t want to. You wanted more. You needed more.

Your body responded instinctively, moving faster now, chasing that sweet, burning release that was so close it made your head spin. His fingers dug into your skin, pushing you further into the rhythm, his lips trailing over your neck, sucking and biting lightly at your skin.

"God, you’re so fucking hot," he muttered between kisses, his voice strained. "Every time I think I’m used to you, you surprise the hell outta me."

The words sent a thrill through you, but you were too far gone to say anything in response. All you could do was move — harder, faster, chasing that rush that was almost within your grasp.

Joey’s hands shifted, one moving to your breast, the other trailing down to your clit. He flicked it roughly with his thumb, and the jolt of pleasure almost sent you over the edge.

"Joey," you gasped, your head falling back. "I’m so close."

"Then come for me," he growled, his hips snapping up into yours with a sudden, brutal force. "I wanna feel you fall apart."

With that, you let go. The pressure in your stomach shattered, and you came hard, your body trembling violently as you ground yourself down onto him. Joey’s grip tightened on you as he followed right after, his groan of release filling your ears as he came inside you, his cock twitching and jerking with every wave of pleasure.

You both stayed still for a moment, trying to catch your breath. The room was thick with heat, the air heavy with the scent of sex and sweat. Your body was still buzzing, your skin tingling with every tiny movement.

Joey’s hands gently caressed your back, his fingers tracing idle patterns across your skin as he kissed your forehead.

"Think we broke your kit?" you whispered, a tired grin on your face.

Joey chuckled, his thumb gently brushing over your lower lip. "Nah. But if we keep going like this, we might."

You smirked, your hands resting on his chest as you slowly lifted yourself off him. You could still feel him inside you, his presence lingering even as you stood.

"Maybe I should come back tomorrow for round two," you teased, feeling playful now that the high had subsided.

Joey raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a wicked grin. "You’ll be back before then, babe."

"Don’t count on it," you said, standing up and straightening your clothes. "I’ve got other things to do."

He smirked, leaning back in the drum throne, eyes half-lidded and his usual mischievous glint still in place. "I’ll be waiting. And next time? I’m taking you on the floor."

You shot him a look over your shoulder as you headed for the door. "I’ll be looking forward to it."

[vortexdoll]

Take a break

Warnings: N/a

Joey Jordison x reader

Summary: You find Joey exhausted in the studio, urging him to take better care of himself.

A/n: n/a

Word count: 1,079

The studio was eerily quiet. Normally, it was a place filled with the rhythmic pounding of drums, distorted guitar riffs, and Joey’s passionate muttering as he lost himself in his craft. But tonight, the only sound was the distant hum of the amplifiers and the soft creak of the door as you stepped inside.

You sighed, rubbing a hand over your face. Again.

Joey had been pushing himself way too hard lately—long rehearsals, late-night recording sessions, barely any sleep in between. He kept saying he was fine, that he just had to “get this last part down” or “finish tweaking this section,” but you could see it. The exhaustion was written all over him—dark circles under his eyes, the way his hands trembled slightly when he thought no one was watching, the way he barely touched his food when you reminded him to eat.

You knew his passion was what made him great. But it was also what would break him if he wasn’t careful.

And now here he was, slumped over the drum kit, passed out cold.

Your heart clenched at the sight of him. His arms were draped over his snare drum, head resting on the toms, his body rising and falling with deep, steady breaths. His black hoodie was bunched up at his shoulders, and his drumsticks were still loosely held in his fingers, as if he had been mid-beat before exhaustion took over.

Shaking your head, you walked over, crouching beside him. “Joey,” you murmured, brushing a few strands of his dark hair out of his face. He didn’t stir.

You sighed, more frustrated than angry, and gently shook his shoulder. “Joey, wake up.”

A groggy groan escaped his lips, his body shifting slightly as he blinked up at you. His eyes were unfocused, hazy with exhaustion, and for a moment, he just stared at you as if trying to remember where he was.

Then, recognition flickered in his gaze, and he attempted a lazy smirk. “Hey, babe,” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep. “What’re you doin’ here?”

“I should be asking you that,” you shot back, crossing your arms. “You were supposed to come home hours ago.”

Joey yawned, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. “Just… lost track of time.”

“You passed out on your drum kit, Joey,” you stressed, standing up. “That’s not losing track of time. That’s your body literally forcing you to stop.”

He groaned and sat up slowly, wincing as he stretched. “I was fine,” he muttered, running a hand through his messy hair.

You scoffed. “You don’t look fine.”

Joey gave you a lopsided grin, clearly trying to downplay his exhaustion. “Aw, but you still think I’m cute, right?”

You weren’t in the mood to play along. “Joey, this isn’t funny.”

His smile faded at your serious tone.

“I mean it,” you continued, stepping closer. “You’ve been running yourself into the ground. You’re barely sleeping, barely eating, and now you’re literally collapsing in the middle of recording sessions.” Your voice wavered slightly, and you hated how worried you sounded, but you couldn’t help it. “I get that you love what you do, but you’re not indestructible, Joey.”

For a long moment, he just sat there, staring down at his drumsticks in his lap. His fingers twirled one absentmindedly, but his usual playfulness was gone.

Then, with a heavy sigh, he reached out, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you between his legs. He pressed his forehead against your stomach, his grip loose but desperate, like he was clinging to you just as much as he was the moment.

“I know,” he murmured.

You softened at the quiet admission, threading your fingers through his hair. “Then why do you keep doing this to yourself?”

Joey exhaled slowly, his breath warm against your shirt. “Because I feel like if I stop, everything’s gonna fall apart.”

You frowned, running your hand through his hair in slow, soothing motions. “Joey…”

“I mean it,” he mumbled, voice barely above a whisper. “The band, the music, everything… it’s what keeps me going. If I let myself rest, even for a second, I feel like I’ll lose it.”

Your chest tightened. You knew how much Slipknot meant to him, how much his drumming defined him. It wasn’t just a job—it was his life. His escape. His way of proving to himself, to the world, that he was somebody.

But at what cost?

You knelt down, cupping his face in your hands and forcing him to look at you. “You won’t lose anything, Joey. The band’s not going anywhere. Your talent’s not going anywhere. But you… you’re gonna burn yourself out if you keep this up.”

He looked at you for a long time, something unreadable in his expression. Then, with a weak smile, he pulled you into his lap, arms wrapped around you tightly.

“I’ll take a break,” he murmured, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. “But only if you stay with me.”

You sighed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “I’m not going anywhere, dumbass.”

He chuckled softly. “Good. ‘Cause I kinda like having you around.”

You smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “Then start taking better care of yourself, Joey. I don’t wanna have to keep finding you passed out in random places.”

He hummed, nuzzling into you. “No promises.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t let go. Fine. If he wasn’t going to take care of himself, then you’d just have to do it for him.

[jroot04]

happy birthday plant man

- @joeynumbr1

thank you, but why plant man??

[wednesday13-ask-blog]

wednesday please for the love of god tell me you're awake right now . i say this a lot but i seriously think im gonna die - #1

huh? what's going on this time?

[slippytapeworms]

Joey Jordison -> The Kissing Rock

warnings : really fast paced

2000

scenario :

deep within a secluded forest by the town's high school was a hidden clearing where the kissing rock rested. it was where couples went when they wanted to hook up. you never went since you didn't have a significant other and nobody called you over there, so you hadn't even seen it. it was kind of sad actually. however your friends decided it would be funny to dare you to go there all alone.

it was already evening and the sun had just started to go down as you made your way past the high school to the forest. the direction was just to follow the dirt path.

reluctantly, you found yourself standing at the edge of the forest, staring into the dimly lit path that led to the rumoured kissing rock. your friends' laughter echoed in your mind as you took hesitant steps forward, branches cracking under your feet. the deeper you ventured, the more ominous the surroundings felt, shadows dancing in the moonlight.

eventually, you reached a small clearing bathed in silver light. in its center, a large, smooth rock stood out conspicuously. this must be it, you thought with a mix of curiosity and embarrassment. you wondered what possessed your friends to send you here alone, knowing your lack of romantic entanglements.

suddenly, you heard rustling behind you. your heart skipped a beat as you turned, half-expecting to find someone watching you from the shadows.

and you were right.

a figure emerged from the shadows, clad in dark clothing, some t-shirt with a metal band logo on it and black cargo shorts. his presence was unexpected, yet strangely fitting for this secluded spot.

"hey." the boy greeted a bit surprised to see you too. he brushed some of his long hair out of his eyes as he stared at you (which kind of looked like a glare.) he held a bottle of whiskey loosely in one hand, the label worn and familiar, a quarter of the bottle was already empty. the unfamiliar male was obviously buzzed.

you blinked, unsure of what to say. "um, hi. i didn't expect to find anyone else here..."

he hums lightly, not knowing what to say either, so he just goes over to the rock and sits down a bit sloppily. "well, i guess it's pretty quiet here so..." the male takes another gulp of the whiskey bottle.

you nodded slowly and just stood there. "ain't that strong?" you gesture to the whiskey.

he offers you the bottle. "want some? helps with the solitude."

"sure." you walk over to the rock and sit down on it beside him. he hands you the bottle and you take a small sip, since it was strong. the liquid burned down your throat and you scrunch up your face as you swallow it. "damn..."

"it gets good when you get used to it." he chuckles at your reaction as he takes back the bottle. "i'm joey." joey says as he gives you a serious look.

"i'm y/n." joey nods and takes another small sip.

"what are you doing at the kissing rock?" he asks you. you didn't know if it was just you but a small hopeful gleam shined in his eyes as he asked that question.

"my friends dared me to come here." joey makes a small oh.

"what did you come here to find someone to kiss??" you tease him lightly and he shoots you a glare.

you could tell the whiskey was getting to him as he nodded. "yeah as a matter of fact, i did." joey turns to you and gives you an intense look.

before anyone could say anything, he starts to kiss you. you could easily smell the whiskey on his breath as he kissed you sloppily, but passionately.

when he noticed you didn't pull away, he pushed himself onto your lap as he started to make out with you. joey let out a sigh as you started to reciprocate the kiss.

you ended kissing a cute, random stranger in the middle of a forest. who cares? it's not like you were complaining.