#sid wilson fluff

[jimsbeetroot]

hello!! can u make a jim root fanfic where y/n is a member of slipknot (bassist) and there’s like a cute moment on stage with the two that goes viral on social media? this has been stuck in my head but i don’t know how to write.

thank u so much!!

viral kisses ♱ jim root

hope this is what you had in mind?!

Title: Viral Kisses Pairing: Jim Root x Fem!Slipknot!Reader (Bassist) Genre: Fluff Length: ~1,200 words

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The crowd roared as the final notes of “Duality” rang out across the stadium, sweat dripping down your neck under the weight of your jumpsuit. Your fingers tingled from the heavy set, bass still buzzing through your chest. But it was the kind of ache that meant you’d given it your all—your favourite kind.

The energy backstage was electric tonight, but on stage, it was another level. Every member of the band had been on fire, and somewhere between “Psychosocial” and “Spit It Out,” the adrenaline had hit a peak. You glanced over at Jim, your boyfriend and the band’s lanky guitarist, his mask reflecting the overhead lights like a sinister mirror.

He met your gaze for just a second, long enough to crack a smile behind his mask. You couldn’t see it, but after all these years, you didn’t need to.

As the intro to the next song kicked in, you found yourself gravitating toward his side of the stage—something that happened naturally more often than not. Sid had once joked that the two of you were like magnets on stage, always pulled together no matter the song.

The two of you played shoulder to shoulder, back-to-back, matching each other’s rhythm like you were tethered by something invisible. You didn’t have to speak to be in sync—it was muscle memory by now.

Then, right before the chorus, Jim leaned in dramatically, putting his forehead to yours for a brief moment of tension, sending the crowd into a frenzy. You could hear the screams from the barricade, the way your fans loved the chemistry, the chaos, the rawness of it all.

But then he did something different.

Right after the final riff of the song, when the lights cut to black for a second, he pulled down his mask just enough to press a quick kiss to the side of your helmet—right at your temple—and gave your bass a cheeky tap with his pick before walking back to his side of the stage like nothing happened.

You stood there, stunned for half a beat. It wasn’t unusual for the band to mess with each other during sets—Corey had once thrown a drumstick at Craig mid-song just for the hell of it—but that? That was something else.

You recovered quickly, chuckling as you adjusted your strap and turned to face the crowd again. But the way your cheeks were heating under your mask? Yeah. Good luck hiding that.

The rest of the show flew by in a blur of sweat, screams, and distorted guitars. But backstage, it took about ten minutes before you were pulled aside by one of the tech crew.

“Uh, Y/N? You’ve kinda… blown up online.”

You blinked. “I what?”

The tech handed you their phone, already open to Twitter.

There, front and center, was a grainy fan-shot video under a tweet that read:

“WAIT DID JIM ROOT JUST KISS THE BASSIST MID-SET?? #Slipknot #CoupleGoals”

The video had already been viewed over 200,000 times. Someone had zoomed in, slowed it down, and added heart emojis. Another edit played the kiss in reverse with sparkles and dramatic music. Someone else had turned it into a TikTok trend already.

You groaned. “Oh, God.”

“Are you embarrassed?” Jim’s voice came from behind you, deep and amused.

You turned to see him, mask now fully off, curls damp and sticking to his neck, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You kissed my helmet on stage.”

He raised a brow. “You didn’t seem to mind.”

“I didn’t. That’s the problem,” you said with a laugh. “We’re gonna be the talk of the fandom now.”

“We are the talk of the fandom,” he replied, stepping closer and lowering his voice just for you. “And besides… if you think I won’t kiss you on stage again, you’re wrong.”

You narrowed your eyes playfully. “You planning to make it a tradition now?”

“Maybe,” he said, brushing a curl off your cheek. “Or maybe I just wanted the world to know you’re mine.”

You smirked. “Well, mission accomplished.”

Jim leaned in, pressing a real kiss to your lips this time—no masks, no crowd, no lights—just him and you in the quiet chaos backstage.

From somewhere nearby, Sid’s voice rang out.

“Y’all are cute but I swear to God, if you start making out during ‘People = Shit’ next show, I’m leaving the stage.”

You both laughed as Jim flipped him off over his shoulder, then turned back to you with a grin.

“You ready for round two tomorrow?” he asked.

You nodded. “Always. But maybe next time, kiss me somewhere less helmet-y.”

Jim laughed and threw his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close as the two of you walked back toward the dressing room, phones buzzing, fans screaming online, and your heart still racing.

Later That Night

Corey reposted the viral video with the caption:

“Slipknot: where we rage, scream, and apparently have on-stage couple moments now. 😂🔥”

The band group chat was chaos for hours, but you didn’t care.

You were already curled into Jim’s side on the tour bus, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your thigh, both of you scrolling through memes of yourselves and laughing way too hard.

And honestly? You kinda loved it.

[ghost-in-the-hall]

Slipknot Drabbles: What They Wear To Bed FLUFF

Hello! I have a request for Pyjama Anon! Just some short drabbles about what the guys wear to bed! I hope you enjoy!

WARNINGS: None

My Masterlist! ~ Tip Jar! ~ AO3 Link!

Divider Credit: @adornedwithlight

Corey:

Corey was all about comfort. Performing was hard on his body, more often than not leaving him with sore muscles and his throat completely raw. There was something almost therapeutic about throwing on his favorite pair of fleece pajama pants and an old, worn  T-shirt that had definitely seen better days. You would slip into bed together, hushed goodnights and soft kisses as you settled into the mattress. He loves the way it felt when you would slip your hands under his shirt, letting your delicate touch roam over his body. He groans as you knead into his tired muscles, “don’t worry about me, baby.” He argued, but he made no move to stop your attentive care.

“You work too hard,” you mumble, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “You gotta let me take care of you sometimes, yeah?” It was almost like a routine you had worked yourselves into, most of your nights ending the same way, with you noticing your boyfriend had drifted off by the sound of him snoring. It was comfortable, just how Corey liked it.

Sid:

It was impossible to keep clothes on Sid to begin with. He would constantly lose his shoes in the hotel rooms, you'd blink and he's suddenly walking around in nothing but his boxers in the tour bus, and if it was even a little too warm outside? Forget it, the shirt's coming off. Bed time was absolutely no different. He would start off in a T-shirt and some sweats, the two of you cuddled up in bed while you would absentmindedly scroll through your phones or watch a movie. Your hands would eventually drift under his shirt, just wanting to feel the warmth of his skin under your fingers. He would just chuckle, sitting you up and slipping the shirt over his head, pressing a kiss to your temple as you settled back down. Eventually, he would end up complaining about how hot it was, kicking his sweatpants onto the floor. He would chuckle as you teased him for always being naked. “Gotta let the body breathe, babe.” He would joke in response. Sometimes, he managed to keep his boxers on the entire night. But, more often than not, those also ended up getting discarded on the floor with the rest of his clothes. It was hard enough to keep clothes on him to begin with, it became even harder due to the fact that your boyfriend was almost always insatiably horny.

Chris:

There was nothing that you loved more than crawling into bed at the end of the long day, something that was only made more enjoyable now that you had someone to settle down with for the night. Chris slept hot, always. It was a blessing in the winter, being able to curl up against your own personal heater. But, he was also no stranger to the nefarious pranks from his band mates, meaning he always had to be somewhat clothed. Often opting for a thin pair of basketball shorts, maybe a T-shirt if it was particularly cold that night. Chris absolutely adores sleeping skin to skin if that's something you're comfortable with. He loves having you pressed to his strong chest, his fingers lazily dragging over your muscles, feeling how they shifted under his delicate touch. Your nights would always be filled with hushed conversations and laughter, Chris unable to stop himself from stealing chaste kisses that would leave you giggling until you eventually drifted off to sleep in his arms.

Jim:

Sleeping with Jim was always a mess of tangled limbs as he crushed you underneath his massive body. Usually opting to sleep in just his boxers it always presented you the perfect opportunity to cuddle up with him. He would open his arms for you to crawl into, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as you nestled against him, your body molding perfectly against his. You were the puzzle piece he never knew he needed up until the fateful day you two had met. Now, he couldn’t imagine spending a night away from you. Whether it was crammed into one of the bunks in the tour bus, or being sprawled out across his too big bed, only to end up tangled together in the middle of the mattress come morning, Jim always needed you within arms reach, he couldn’t sleep otherwise. “Come here, baby.” He mumbles groggily. He hikes your leg over his hip, the heavy weight of his muscular arm settling across your waist. “Comfy?” He asks quietly, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips as you let out a hum in response. He gently cards his fingers through your hair, the steady rise and fall of his chest eventually lulling you to sleep.

Mick:

Mick chuckles as you pout at him from the edge of the bed. “Just go grab one of my shirts out of the drawer, love.”

“But, yours is warm.” You whine in response. “And it smells like you.” He sighs, eyeing you playfully.

“Always so needy, aren’t you mama?” He teases, letting out a soft laugh at the sight of your flustered expression. “Anything for my pretty girl.” He slips his T-shirt over his head, leaving him in a pair of simple, black sweatpants. You pull the soft fabric over your head, the way too big shirt pooling around your thighs. Mick lets out a quiet hum as his gaze drags hungrily over you.

“I definitely can’t complain about you stealing my clothes when you look like that.” He takes your hand, pulling you into bed next to him. You settle against his strong chest smiling as he presses a kiss to the top of your head. “Good night, you little thief.” He teases, making you laugh. You share a few more soft kisses until you eventually drift off in his arms.

Joey:

Joey groans, rolling out his shoulders as he kicks the hotel room door shut behind you. “You were incredible out there tonight.” You say with a smile, your arms sliding over his shoulders.

“Yeah?” He grins back, letting out a hum as your lips slot against his. “It’s all thanks to you being there.” He whispers against your lips, stealing one more chaste kiss before pulling away. Your cheeks grow warm at his sweet words, the two of you separating in order to get ready for bed. You slip under the covers with a sigh, settling underneath the cover while you wait for Joey to finish up in the bathroom. “Jesus, it’s fucking freezing in here.” You hear him complain as his stark naked form darts from the bathroom, practically diving into the bed. You giggle, pulling him into your arms once you manage to find him under the mess of blankets.

“Well, maybe if you actually wore some clothes it wouldn’t be so cold.” You tease in response.

“Yeah, but this is so much more comfortable.” He rebuttals with a smirk. He wraps his arms around you, his head nestling against your chest, making you giggle in response. He lets out a hum of approval as you play with his hair, his breathing growing slow and even as he drifts off in your loving embrace.

Paul:

You squeal as Paul blankets his full weight on top of you, he groans as he settles, chuckling when he feels you struggling against him. “You’re crushing me!” You giggle, pounding on him with your fists.

“But, I have a crush on you.” He argues back with a laugh. Eventually giving in, he rolls over, pulling you on top of him in the process. You let out a pleased hum as he presses his lips to yours. You smile as you cuddle into him, your hands wandering over his strong chest and soft stomach, tracing along the waistband of the shorts he had worn to bed. “What are you doing?” He asks with a curious, playful smile.

“You just feel nice, that’s my favorite thing about cuddling with you is being able to rub my hands over you.” His features soften, studying you with an expression of pure adoration.

“You're sweet.” He cups your cheek in his hand, gently angling your jaw upward in order to place a gentle kiss to your lips. He pulls you against him, enjoying the feeling of your fingers absentmindedly wandering over him until you both eventually fell asleep.

[genderlesspersonx]

I deliver to you cat sid!!

Oh and also...

BUTT FLUFF BUTT FLUFF

[ar3-y0u-l0st]

》 🅂🄻🄸🄿🄺🄽🄾🅃

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Fandom: Slipknot

Release Date: 29/06/1999

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COREY TAYLOR

JOEY JORDISON

MICK THOMSON

SID WILSON

CHRIS FEHN

JIM ROOT

PAUL GRAY

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Item Count: #007

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(*) Will not, under any circumstances, write smut

(**) If you're into them then I won't deprive you ig

[prettiest-grrrl-in-the-m0rgue]

I wanna write so bad but I have no ideassss if anyone has any ideas send asks my brain is literally empty

[sidwilsonsbitch]

Sid Au Ships

Firedoll - Fireball/Babydoll

Bomb Trio - Bullet/Ace/Roper

Moving Parts - Dj Starscream/S1d (platonic)

Princess and the Snake - V/Fae

Fluff duo - Bug/Bubbs (platonic)

Danger Zone - Ratboy/0

Darkside - Sidney/Daemon

Bubbles and Blood Sib/Count/Goat

[bambiblakee]

♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧ Request list!

Yellowjackets!

Lottie Matthews ꩜ Misty Quigley ꩜ Akilah

The 100!

Bellamy Blake ꩜ Clarke Griffin ꩜ Octavia Blake ꩜ Echo

Criminal Minds!

Spencer Reid ꩜ Emily Prentiss ꩜ Aaron Hotchner ꩜ Jennifer Jareau

Jack O’Connell!

James cook ꩜ Remmick ꩜ Oliver Mellors ꩜ I’m open to other characters of his as well

Nicholas Hoult!

Tony Stonem ꩜ Hank McCoy ꩜ Thomas Hutter

Mike Faist!

Art Donaldson ꩜ Dodge Mason ꩜ Riff ꩜ open to other characters

Other!

Edward Nygma ꩜ Gotham

Sid Jenkins ꩜ Skins

Jacob Black ꩜ Alice Cullen ꩜ Twilight

James Wilson ꩜ House MD

Neil Perry ꩜ Todd Anderson ꩜ Dead Poet Society

What I’ll write: x readers, smut, fluff, angst, Poly x readers, AU x readers

!!WARNING!!: you can ask for anything but I won’t write everything, don’t feel judged if I don’t! (Unless it’s like race/age play or something then yes please feel judged)

[strawbrry-vamp]

⋆. 𐙚 ̊. sid wilson x gn! reader fluff headcanons? ty! :3

hehehe of course :3

[ceme1eryg1rl]

𝙋𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧

Robert Sean Leonard (+ James Wilson, Neil Perry)

Matthew gray gubler (+ Spencer Reid, Chip Taylor)

Nicholas hoult (+ Hank McCoy, Tony stonem, R, Peter (the great), Thomas Hutter)

Mike Faist (+ Art Donaldson, Dodge Mason, Riff lorton)

Fandoms i write for:

Twilight:

-Bella swan

- Rosalie hale

- Jacob black

- Alice Cullen

- Jasper hale

- Emmett Cullen

- Paul lahote

Criminal minds:

- Aaron hotchner

- Emily Prentiss

- Jennifer jerau

- Tara Lewis

- Elle greenway

The walking dead:

- Daryl Dixon

- Maggie Rhee

- negan smith

- Michonne

The 100:

- Bellamy Blake

- Clarke griffin

- Raven Reyes

- Octavia Blake

Other characters/people:

- Edward nygma

- Kyoya ootori

- Gregory house

- Sid Jenkins

- James Cooke

- Remus Lupin

- Fiona Gallagher

- Jerome valeska

- Dick Grayson

Rules:

I’ll write smut, fluff, and angst but the angst has to end happy most of the time for my own sanity

stuff i !!won't!! write: Anything to do with pregnancy (i have a pregnancy phobia), anything to do with feet, CNC (not judging ppl who use it to cope i just can't write it due to my own trauma), anything where one of the characters is uncomfortable in any way (i don't understand what's hot about someone being uncomfortable bc it's rly not), anything to do with puke/pee/toilet stuff, Bondage, age play, anything too rough (rough isnt off limits just it gets to a point lol)

[sillygummyworm]

☆ ~ Masterlist

Want to request? Check my boundaries here

♤ = Fluff

♡ = Smut

◇ = Angst

♧ = X reader

Call Of Duty

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Nothing here yet

Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish

Nothing here yet

Captain John Price

Nothing here yet

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Nothing here yet

König

Nothing here yet

Slipknot

Sidney 'Sid' Wilson

Nothing here yet

Joey Jordison (Won’t write smut for)

Nothing here yet

Paul Gray (Won’t write smut for)

Nothing here yet

Jim Root

Nothing here yet

Craig Jones

Nothing here yet

Shawn 'Clown' Crahan

Nothing here yet

Mick Thomson

Nothing here yet

Corey Taylor

Nothing here yet

Sally Face

Sal 'Sally face' Fisher (!ADULT VERSION!)

Nothing here yet

More characters will most likely be added in the future! :]

[jimsbeetroot]

Omg Hii requesting for Sid again!! Could you write one where the reader finds out about Sid’s tongue piercing while kissing him and she was so shocked that he had it. just something cute and silly

this is short! I hope that’s okay!

𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 ♱ 𝐬𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧

warnings! none!

fluff!

words; 457

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You and Sid had been dating for a few months now, but everything still felt new and exciting. The way he looked at you, the way he made you laugh, and even the way he could go from being the wild DJ of Slipknot on stage to the sweetest guy when you were alone together—it all kept you on your toes. Today, though, you were hanging out at his place, enjoying a quiet afternoon, just the two of you.

Sid had just come back from a tour, and the reunion was everything you’d hoped for. You both were sitting on the couch, talking about everything and nothing, as you often did. He was still in his usual black hoodie and jeans, looking effortlessly cool, with his cap pulled low over his messy hair.

As the conversation naturally wound down, you leaned in closer, ready for one of those sweet, deep kisses you’d been missing. Sid smirked, clearly on the same page, and met you halfway. The kiss was just as you remembered—soft yet intense, with that familiar edge of mischief that was so him.

But then, something unexpected happened. As your tongues brushed together, you felt something cold and metal that definitely hadn’t been there before. You pulled back slightly, eyes wide, and stared at him.

“Wait… Sid, do you have a tongue piercing?”

His smirk widened into a grin, a playful glint in his eyes. “Surprise,” he said, sticking out his tongue to show off the small silver barbell.

You blinked, still processing. “When did you get that?”

“A couple of weeks ago,” he said, leaning back casually, clearly enjoying your reaction. “Thought it’d be fun to see how long it’d take you to notice.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

Sid just shrugged, looking far too pleased with himself. “You like it?”

You bit your lip, trying to suppress your smile, but failing miserably. “Maybe… it’s kind of hot,” you admitted, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks.

He chuckled, that low, mischievous sound you loved so much. “Good to know. I can’t wait to see what you think when we really put it to use.”

Your face turned even redder at that, and you playfully smacked his arm. “Sid!”

He just laughed, pulling you closer, his lips finding yours again. This time, you didn’t hold back, kissing him with renewed curiosity and excitement. The cool metal of his piercing added an extra spark, making each kiss feel just a little more thrilling, a little more him.

And as you melted into him, all you could think was that with Sid, there was always something new, always something exciting—something that kept you coming back for more.

[ghost-in-the-hall]

Slipknot x Nervous Flyer! Reader (FLUFF)

Hello! A couple days ago I got a request from a lovely Anon who's going to be flying for the first time! This is for you my friend, I hope your flight goes well! (I'm sure it will!) Just some quick little drabbles, I hope you enjoy! Should I start a Slipknot tag list? Let me know in the comments!

WARNINGS: None

My Masterlist! ~ Tip Jar! ~ AO3 Link!

Divider credit: @adornedwithlight

(No particular order to this list, just whoever's name I thought of first)

Corey:

Corey would notice you were anxious about your flight before you even got near the plane. He understood why; it was your first time traveling, the whole process was already a bit overwhelming if you weren't used to it, not to mention the airport was extremely busy on top of it, anyone would be stressed. He watches as you nervously bounced your leg, arms crossed tightly over your chest as you waited in line at TSA. “You know, I think I might rewrite the hook for that song we were working on.” He figured there was no better way to distract you than with something you both loved, music. Even just having the familiar topics of conversation seemed to put you more at ease, Corey every so often placing a hand to the small of your back or carefully taking you by the wrist to guide you where you needed to go. By the time you had gotten through TSA the two of you had already worked out the majority of a chorus for something you were working on.

You sighed as you collapsed into one of the hard chairs in the waiting area at the gate, taking a bite of the overpriced breakfast sandwich you had snagged along the way. “You seem a lot less nervous now.” Corey remarks with a playful smile. “It wasn't that bad, was it?”

“No,” you respond with a smile of your own, “not with you here, at least.”

“Well, lucky for you I'll be here the whole time.” He winks, making your cheeks grow warm. Corey silently promised himself he would be by your side through every trip after that.

Sid:

“What's wrong, sugar?” Sid slings an arm over your shoulders, noticing your tense state. You were currently waiting in line to board your plane.

“It's nothing, Sid, promise.” You tried to reassure him with a smile, but he wasn't buying it.

“Sure, that's why your shoulders are in your ears, right?” He asks with a smug smirk.

“Shut up.” You groan, embarrassed by the fact he had noticed you were nervous.

“Are you scared of flying?” He asks quietly, making sure the others didn't overhear.

“I'm just a little nervous, I've never been on a plane before.” You admit bashfully.

“Well, I've flown hundreds of times, and it’s always been a breeze.” He gently nudges your shoulder with his own, offering you a supportive smile. “We’ll get through it together, okay?” He scoops up your hand in his, giving it a firm squeeze.

“Okay.” You respond with a smile of your own, feeling a little bit better about your trip.

Chris:

You jump as a hand suddenly comes to rest on your forehead. “Easy, baby,” Chris starts with a chuckle, “it's just me.” He tries again with much better success, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. “You're looking a little pale, are you alright?”

You tug nervously at your seatbelt, “I've just never flown before, I'm a little nervous.” Chris’s hand immediately slips into yours, giving it a supportive squeeze.

“You hold onto me as tight as you need to, okay? We’ll be there before you know it.” His bright smile puts you at ease. He fidgets with your fingers, answering any questions you had about the trip.

“Thank you for doing this, I know it's stupid.” You whisper.

“It's not stupid.” He reassures you. “You're trying something new and you're nervous.” He tugs you closer to him, letting your head fall to rest on his shoulder. “I happen to think you're being really brave.” He compliments you softly, making your cheeks grow warm. “You just try and relax, I'll keep you safe.”

Jim:

Jim noticed the moment your nerves started to set in about this trip, immediately taking charge in order to make the whole day easier for you. Whether it was a gentle hand to the small of your back in order to help maneuver you through crowds or offering small distractions to keep your mind off how anxious you were feeling. But, let’s be real, he needed that neck pillow that looked like a shrimp, the fact you wouldn't buy it for him was criminal.

Sitting on the plane, he would point out the window. He described how flaps on the wings would move to catch wind, the sound of them unbolting the walkway from the plane, what take off would feel like, anything to help put you at ease. “Feel free to hold my hand if you want to.” He offers with a wink and a playful smile. You can't help but giggle as you intertwine your fingers with his. You squeeze his hand tightly as the plane starts to move, “it's alright, I'm right here.” He wraps an arm around your shoulders, holding both of your hands in his free one, keeping you tucked close to him as the plane takes off. He leans back so you can look out the window once you're up in the air. “It wasn't that bad, was it?”

“No, not with you here at least.”

Mick:

Mick thought you were mad at him. You were unusually quiet on the drive over to the airport, you kept your distance from everybody as you made your way through security, and now you were sitting by yourself staring out at the tarmac. Mick cautiously approaches you, unsure of what had happened to make you so upset, but desperately wanting to fix it. He sighs as he collapses into the chair at your side. “What did I do?” He asks simply.

“Nothing, honey.” And that was all it took for Mick to realize you weren't mad, you were nervous. You had a tremble in your voice that made it sound like you were about to cry.

Mick wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him. “Is it the trip in general or just going on the plane?”

It takes you a moment to respond. “Just going on the plane.” His thumb strokes soothingly over your shoulder.

“Well, I'm going to be right next to you the whole time, and you know I'd never let anything bad happen to you.” He gives you a patient smile. “There’s nothing wrong with being nervous, love. But, let me help instead of making me think you're gunna rip my head off, okay?” He chuckles.

“Okay.” You let out a laugh of your own, happy he was here to help you through this.

Joey:

You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding when Joey’s thumbs pressed soothingly into the tense muscles of your shoulders. “Nervous, love?”

“A little.” You admit quietly, not wanting the others to hear. “I've never flown before.” He spends a few moments giving your muscles the attention they desperately need.

“I promise, you've got nothing to worry about. After you fly a few times you're probably going to think it's funny you were so nervous to begin with.” He chuckles. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Just being with you is helping.” He smiles bashfully at the compliment.

“Good, looks like I'm doing my job then.” He wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side.

Paul:

You stared straight ahead at the seat in front of you, hoping the others wouldn't notice your rigid posture. You wince slightly as Paul quietly says your name from the window seat next to you. “Are you okay?” You nod, knowing if you looked at him he would be able to read you immediately. Of course, as it would turn out, Paul already knew the answer to his question, he just wanted to see how you would respond.

“You know, I'm also scared of flying.” He offers in an attempt to put you at ease.

“Really?” You respond after a moment. He nods, giving you a hum of affirmation in response.

“I used to make myself sick before getting on planes. I would get so stressed out.” He chuckles. “But, I promise, it's not going to be as bad as you think. The worst part is probably taking off and landing, the rest of it will be a breeze.” His gentle smile was enough to help you relax a little.

“I trust you.” You respond quietly. He holds out his hand, silently offering to let you take it for comfort. Your hand slips into his, your free arm looping through the crook of his elbow as you settle into his side, feeling a lot more prepared for the trip ahead.

[tenaciouspostfun]



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Robert M. Massimi.

"Gypsy" is still in previews.

This "Gypsy" at the Majestic Theatre is one you will either love or not like. For me, dating back to 1989 when Tyne Daly starred as Rose and onto Bernadette Peters in 2003 and Patti LuPone in 2008, the musical has vacillated as far as likeability. I did not really like Ms. Daly as Rose, Peters was much better in the role and Patti LuPone is by far the best of the class. Whereas LuPone belted out the songs, where she owned the role, Audra McDonald more dained in he efforts. LuPone was more believable than the current star in that she was Mama Rose!

Written by Gypsy Rose Lee with the book by Arthur Laurents and Lyrics by Stephen Sondheim, "Gypsy" has played Broadway countless times with mega stars like Ethel Merman and Angela Lansbury at the lead. This musical more than others is dependent on both the director (George C. Wolfe), the choreographer (Camille A. Brown), as well as the supporting cast. If the dance numbers are not crisp, and the songs not resonant, "Gypsy" can make for a long night at the theater.

While this "Gypsy" is not a complete flop, it lacks in imagination in the dance numbers. Yes, from the audience they look real in-depth, but in actuality the dance numbers are banal and the songs for the most part are forgettable. While the house was energized this evening, especially when Baby June (Jade Smith) and Baby Louise (Kyleigh Vickers) sung and danced; even the scenes with the young troupe gave pleasure to the crowd. A closer look and listen to the seasoned theater goer really saw more fluff in the dance pieces than anything else.

This rendition of the historic musical was nothing more than smoke and mirrors. The entertaining sets (Santo Loquasto), the hard glam lighting, the garish costumes (Toni-Leslie James) all were more show than substance, much like Rose herself. In past productions, the interaction with Rose and Herbie were much better than McDonald and Danny Bernstein. Never once could we imagine the two being an item; the warmth was never there. The two never had a warm feel when they sung together.

I was disappointed in this "Gypsy". I thought McDonald would be able to carry this role a lot better than she did. Her song patterns never really resonated throughout the evening; she never tested her strong voice. Her performance reminded me of her last show that I saw her in, "Ohio State Murders. There too she was un-moving in her role; as if she was going through the motions rather than giving us a deeply felt performance.

After seeing Nicole Scherzinger's performance in "Sunset Boulevard this season, McDonald's efforts do not compare. Where her Norma Desmond was first rate, Audra McDonald did not entertain us!

Robert Massimi writes for my Life Publications, Studio Seven Publications, Show Prep, Trending Content, Nimbus Magazine and Art New York. He is a member of The Dramatist Guild and has been featured on MCC and WABC Radio. He has produced 14 shows both on and off Broadway and sat on the board of directors of Metropolitan Playhouse. He has edited two films and advised on production to several films.

Broadway, Hollywood, Audra McDonald, Patti LuPone, Bernadette Peters, Ethel Merman, Angela Lansbury, Sunset Boulevard, Gypsy, Tony Awards, Oscars, Majestic Theatre, Phantom of The Opera, Dramatists Guild, Scott Lehrer, Gypsy Rose Lee, Stephen Sondheim, Lyrics, Book, The Lion King, Alladin, Harry Potter, Elf, Buddy, Kate Wilson, Nancy Wilson, CNN, Bloomberg, WABC, Camille Brown, Michael Clifton, Robert Ginzler, Sid Ramin Orchestrations, off Broadway.

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Robert M Massimi. ( Broadway Bob).

I have been writing on theater since 1982. A graduate from Manhattan College B.S. A member of Alpha Sigma Lambda, which recognizes excellence in both English and Science. I have produced 14 shows on and off Broadway. I've seen over700 shows

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「 ⭒⚝🪢 SLIPKNOT MASTERLIST ꩜.ᐟ 」

💋 - smut/nsfw

🍒 - fluff

📌 - headcannons

🚩 - pick a number(/s)

★☆★☆ ⤑ joey jordison.

☆ drum lessons - 🍒

★☆★☆ ⤑ corey taylor.

☆ nothing

★☆★☆ ⤑ mick thomson.

☆ nothing

★☆★☆ ⤑ sid wilson.

☆ nothing

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Night Time Disasters - Sid Wilson x Reader

Warnings: Chaotic Sid :)

Info: Gender neutral reader, Pure fluff, Cuddling, Kissing

The soft sound of the night breeze swaying the trees, sending a gentle shiver down your spine. It was nights like this, when your lover didn’t have to be god knows how many miles away from you on tour or off somewhere working on songs with the others.

“You almost done in there?” You called from beneath your mountain of blankets, seeing Sids shadow moving back and forth from the bathroom.

“Almost!” He called back, with a strange twinge of a smirk in his voice. Deciding to think nothing of it, you turned over to face the wall once more, humming patiently.

You closed your eyes for a second, thinking about your day plans for tomorrow. As you melted into the warm bliss of the covers, Sid jumped on top of you, pressing the weight of his body onto you.

“Falling asleep without me?” He chuckled, flopping down next to you as you rolled your eyes. His hands gently gripped your waist, bringing you flush against him under the covers.

You hummed softly “You really are a handful” You chuckled, slowly turning around to face him. You crooned into his touch as he placed a hand to your cheek, rubbing faint shapes onto your skin with his thumb. You leaned in, taking his lips against your own, flopping a lazy arm over his chest.

He pulled away gently, looking into your eyes before stealing one last kiss.

“To bed with you” You mumbled, snuggling closer to him “I have something planned for you tomorrow.”

He grinned “Oh? I enjoy a surprise” He pressed his forehead to yours, shutting your heavy eyes as you both began to drift off.

This is my first slipknot fic and I didn’t wanna jump right in with smut, but I’m willing to get my hands dirty. I hope you enjoyed this little silly blabber <3

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Slipknot imagines (fluff)

- Corey Taylor

- Mick Thomson

- Joey Jordison

- Sid Wilson

- Paul Gray

- Jim Root