#mick thomson imagine

[fritz-federleicht]

Hello hope you are having an amazing day! I’m wondering if you could do any hurt/comfort headcannons or imagines with Mick and/or Joey, it’s been way too long since I’ve read one. If you can do this, wonderful and thank you!!! <3333

Hurt/ comfort (Mick, Joey)

Notes: It has become really short I'm sorry

Words: 414

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MICK:

Mick enters your apartment. As soon as he hears your sobbing from the living room he runs to you. You are sitting on the sofa. Your hands in front of your face. In one hand you hold your phone tightly.

Through your loud sobs and the phone he can think that you are once again on the phone with your sister and you have argued.

"Y/N baby, everything is fine." You feel his arm around your neck, pulling you onto his lap and pulling you against his chest.

You sob even louder. "We've been fighting again." You cry against his chest. Mick runs his hand over your back. "Don't cry over her."

You lift your head and look him in the eye. You feel Mick tense up. His eyes fill with pity.

"She's my sister. Why can't it be like it used to be?" You bury your head in his chest again.

"It's just a phase. It'll be okay." He gives you a kiss on the top of your head and lets himself sink backwards so that he lies on the sofa and you on top of him.

With his tall figure he takes you tightly in his arms. "It's going to be okay." He slowly strokes your back. Your sobs become quieter.

Through Mick's body heat and his steady breathing, you feel your eyes getting heavier and heavier.

JOEY:

"Who did this to you?" Joey asks upset when he sees you crying on your bed. You look up.

"Nobody." You answer in a brittle voice. You are embarrassed and look down at the floor. Joey kneels down in front of you. He puts his fingers under your chin and pushes it up. So that you have to look him in the eyes.

"Don't be embarrassed. Tell me who did it." He says gently but at the same time with a certain anger. His thumbs wipe your tears from your cheeks. You lean against his touch and close your eyes.

"I read comments. Under a picture of the two of us. They say I'm not good enough for you. That I'm ugly." You sob.

Joey looks at you in disbelief. "Doll, don't believe that. There is no one better than you. You're perfect." You smile and turn your head and give his palm a soft kiss. "Thank you."

He smiles. "Come here honey." He pulls you into a hug. As he pulls away from you, he presses a kiss to your forehead.

[jimsbeetroot]

I don't think your still active but if you do decide to start writing on this blog again I have a request :)

Joey Jordison x plus-sized reader smut :3

Reader is feeling insecure of their body and Joey shows them just how beautiful he thinks they are<3

𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 ♱ 𝐣𝐨𝐞𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧

i love this request! hope you will enjoy what I've tried to come up with!

words; 1.826

smut!

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You sat huddled together on your bedroom floor, mirror in front of you, sobbing silently at the sight before you.

Your insecurities stood out to you like a neon sign in the dark. For two hours, you'd sat in front of that mirror. You'd torn every little flaw apart as if you were on a mission to stomp yourself into a depression. You didn't do it on purpose. It was an unintentional ritual that had become a bad habit over the last months.

You'd avoided mirrors because there was always something for you to comment on. You were, quite literally, your own biggest hater. There hadn't been much reaction from the press, but whenever you saw magazine covers of you and Joey, you felt a bit nauseous. You hated the way you towered over him. Not only were you taller than Joey, but you were quite a bit wider than him.

Joey had never cared. He found you beautiful, and he always reminded you of that. He loved your body, but no matter how many times he told you, it was never enough.

It had gotten so bad that you'd quit enjoying having sex with Joey. Not because of him, because he was great, but it was bad enough being naked in your own company, but in front of him- you felt embarrassed.

That added another layer of shame to your already existing ones. 

What if he thought you hated him? He must've realised something was up.

Just as you had grabbed a flap of fat from your belly, pulling it out and shuddering at the sight of the stretch marks on your thighs, you heard the door open.

Joey had been at rehearsals all day and had returned. You found yourself rushing around the bedroom, throwing on some clothes to wear before Joey reached the bedroom.

You wiped your eyes from any tears and looked in the mirror. Your eyes were bloodshot. Joey would spot that in a heartbeat.

"Hey, babe! I'm back!" Joey yelled out from downstairs.

You didn't respond, too busy throwing some powder in your face to conceal your red-flushed nose- and cheeks.

"Babe?" Joey yelled out as he walked up the stairs. "I-I'm in the bedroom!" You responded, taking a deep breath and posed in the most natural position, destined to hide your whole shebang-show from him. He wouldn't understand.

Joey opened the door and smiled when his eyes met yours. "Hey babe," he grinned, approaching you as you sat on the bed but stopped when he sensed something was off.

He looked around, quickly pointing out the only thing you hadn't thought of: the mirror.

You'd taken the bathroom mirror and placed it on the bedroom floor. "Redecorating in here?" Joey grinned and kissed your lips, hand on your cheek, his fingers grazing your earlobe slightly.

"Yeah," you laughed, but it came out terribly. Joey jerked his head back, staring into your soul as if he was scanning you. He narrowed his eyes slightly. "Have you been crying?" He asked.

The question provoked a slight lip quiver, but you held it all in, shaking your head and smiling. "No," you said and grabbed his hand. "How was rehearsal? Did you play any of the new so-"

"You're lying to me."

Joey cut you off, and you huffed in response.

He could see right through you. And you were a terrible liar.

"I'm not lying," you scoffed, releasing Joey's hand.

"I'm not dumb, Y/N. Don't think I haven't noticed your behaviour lately," Joey stated. You stared, not in the mood to have the lengthy conversation with Joey in which you explained all of your insecurities, and he denied them.

"I've just been on my period," you shrugged. Joey tilted his head and shook it slightly. "I didn't know you could have your period for three weeks straight. Maybe you should see a doctor about that," Joey suggested sarcastically.

Perhaps you'd used that excuse one too many times lately.

"Listen, don't treat me like I'm dumb. We haven't had sex for over a month," Joey mentioned. 

That was the least of your concerns at that moment.

"That's all you care about?"

Don't know why you said that, though.

"Of course, it's not, Y/N. I care that you haven't told me what's going on when something is," Joey pointed out and removed his leather jacket. He sat down next to you and grabbed your hand, rubbing it softly.

"What's going on?" He asked.

You lifted your head and looked at Joey with a defeated face.

"I can't stand the way I look, Joey. I mean, I'm so much bigger than you, and I've tried to lose the weight, but I keep failing."

You fumbled with your thumbs as a tear rolled down your cheek. 

"Look at me," Joey said and lifted your face, your eyes meeting his.

"You're more than I could ever wish for. You've given me so much, Y/N. I wish you could see what I see. What everyone sees."

Joey wiped a tear away from your cheek and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, hugging you tightly into his side.

"Why can't you see how beautiful you are?" Joey hummed into your neck, kissing it softly.

You closed your eyes, forgetting your troubles for now as Joey drew circles on your back, your body falling into a relaxed state.

"Why can't you see how amazing you are?" Joey asked, placing another kiss on your neck. You turned your body towards him, slightly humming as Joey massaged your hair, kissing your lips.

"Why can't you see how much I fucking love you?" Joey asked against your lips, leaning in for another kiss. He didn't hold back this time, and you didn't mind.

Your hands fumbled his black locks as you both leaned back in the bed in unison, lips still attached.

Joey's hand went underneath your shirt and groped your breast, a small moan escaping your lips.

Detaching his lips from yours, Joey made his way to your neck, leaving marks as he trailed down to your buttoned jeans.

You looked down at him, propped on your elbows and watched as he unbuttoned your jeans, eyes staring hungrily into yours.

He pulled off the jeans and kissed your inner thigh, leaving small spots of saliva on his way to your soaked cunt.

Your breathing got heavier, and your heart pace quickened as Joey rubbed your panty-covered cunt. The wetness had soaked through the cotton fabric, leaving a big wet spot in your grey underwear.

You moaned hoarsely and shivered with excitement when Joey slid your panties off, throwing them somewhere in the room.

He blew softly on your sensitive cunt and smirked when you shivered at the sensation.

A yelp left your mouth when he slid his index finger into you, the unexpected penetration startling you, but your eyes rolled to the back of your head when Joey's tongue made contact with your clit.

Your fists curled, and Joey had a tight hold on your thighs, keeping your legs open as you wiggled around in the bed, trying to endure the pleasure.

You weren't sure how to act. After all, it had been a while since you'd felt this good. Joey was enjoying the sight of you as you squirmed around the bed, mouth open and eyes closed, moaning loudly and freely.

"You're so beautiful, babe," Joey whispered against your cunt as he continued to run his tongue in a circular motion, focusing on overwhelming your clit as much as possible while at the same time adding another finger.

You shrieked as Joey drilled his fingers into you, quietly begging for him, his name flying from your mouth repeatedly.

"Fuck, Joey," you managed to choke out. "I'm coming," you whimpered, grabbing a hold of his hair, and preparing yourself for your climax.

"Cum for me, baby," Joey whispered and sped up his movements.

Shrieking and quivering, you released a cry of pleasure as it washed over you, leaving you shaking. Your back was arched, your whole body fully tensed.

You took a few deep breaths trying to collect yourself after your high.

"Fuck, you're beautiful."

Joey travelled from your cunt, up to your lips, where he placed a passionate kiss, your juices still on his lips.

Your hand travelled down to his pants, straddling his hard cock over his jeans.

Joey moaned but removed your hand. "Let me, please. You deserve to know," he hummed and grabbed the hem of your T-shirt, swiftly pulling the fabric over your head, leaving you fully exposed.

Your hands went to cover your bare upper body, but only a short moment went by before Joey removed them, holding them above your head. "Don't you dare," he whispered and kissed your lips. The kiss was short as Joey raced up and removed his black jeans and a black T-shirt.

He leaned over you again, attaching his lips to yours once again, his naked body propped on top of yours as he positioned his cock at your entrance.

He propped his elbows on either side of your face, kissing your forehead softly and smiling down at you before pushing himself fully into your cunt, releasing a loud moan as fully penetrated you.

"F-Fuck!" Joey hissed and threw his head back, his thrusts growing faster and more energetic.

Your eyes were closed, legs tightly wrapped around Joey's torso as your nails left marks on his back.

Joey had the stamina of a racehorse, not once slowing down his thrusts. Your thoughts weren't quite clear, but you found yourself wondering; how one earth could he keep going?

 A single tear escaped from the corner of your eye, your hands clasping at Joey's shoulders.

"Look at me," Joey whispered into your ear, hands resting on the top of your head, allowing him to thrust as deeply as possible.

You could barely hear him, too busy enjoying the sensation of his cock plunging into you.

"Y/N, look at me," he whispered again, his voice making you tremble even stronger. You were close to reaching a second high, and so was Joey.

You opened your eyes and looked into his blue eyes. Your eyebrows furrowed and your mouth opened, lips brushing his as you moaned into his eyes.

"I-I'm gonna come ag-" you tried to blur out, your sentence interrupted once again by a wave of pleasure. You cried out and hid your face in the crook of his neck as he did the same, holding you as close as possible, letting you enjoy your climax. He followed closely after you, as the sensation of your cunt closing around his member pushed him over the edge.

He groaned into your ear, delievering a few final powerful, deep thrusts before releasing a final groan, falling into your embrace.

Your arms curled around him, and you held him in your arms.

You felt loved, and you felt beautiful. 

Joey made you feel those things.

[issie-https]

𝐈’𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐉𝐈𝐌 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐓

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: Jim Root X Female!Reader

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: No

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Jim unknowingly turns reader on during a show and she decides she’s ready for him.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT!! P in v(protected💪), oral(F!receiving), fingering and strong language.

𝐀/𝐧: I’m back, boo! Would ya bloody believe it??!! This one is acc proofread xoxo

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1231

I was stood backstage watching my boyfriend, James, as he played his guitar. The way his fingers moved across the strings of the guitar, the way he'd glance at me every so often and hold eye contact, I could tell he was smirking under his mask.

I was now swaying my hips to the music - yes, swaying my hips to Slipknot - and I could feel James’s eyes on me. He was watching my every move, his eyes were burning holes into me. I teasingly moved my hands through my hair, to my breasts, squeezing the covered flesh in my hands before moving them down to my hips and thighs. I was putting on a show for him, somewhat in thanks to him putting on a show for not just me but hundreds of thousands of other people. We locked eyes for a second before he winked and went back to looking at either the crowd - that was going absolutely fucking insane - or his guitar.

The band thanked the crowd before leaving the stage, both hyped up and tired. “That was fucking amazing!” I cheered as I gave them a hug. “Thank you, princess,” James smiled, connecting my lips to his. “Disgusting. Get a fucking room,” Sid groaned. “We’re going home now, see you soon,” I blurted before dragging James out to the car.

“Woah, what’s gotten into you?” He laughed as I fished the car keys out of my bag. “Nothing, that show must’ve been tiring. We should get in be- TO BED! We should get to bed,” I replied, swinging the drivers door open and getting in. I realised that I was almost a whole extra foot away from the steering wheel as it was James’s car. “Get in the passengers side, then” he laughed again. As he said that, he tapped my thigh — the slight bit of connection between our bodies lit my body on fire as the neediness grew in my core. I moved over to the passenger side and he got in the car, turning the key into ignition and setting off for home. The whole time, his hand was on my thigh, rubbing circles that were both comforting and turning me on. Did he know I was ready? We’d talked about it before, he said he’d wait until I was ready and fuck, was I ready.

The second the car were parked in the driveway, I got out the car and dragged him out too - accidentally hitting his head on the car door. “Sorry. Hurry.”

“Why are you in a rush? Are the FBI after you?” He laughed. “Don’t kill my mood, I’m begging,” I said as I flung the front door open. “What mo- wait, that mood?” He asked as his eyes widened. I slammed the door closed as I mumbled a ‘mhm’ and connected his lips to mine again — this time, in a needy kiss. He pulled away from my lips and said, “are you sure you’re ready?” “Yes, positive.” That was all he needed before he smashed his lips onto mine. His hands found their way to my waist then to the back of my thighs as he squeezed the flesh in his hands. My need for him was becoming almost unbearable as he picked me up. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me up the stairs with ease. We parted for a second to catch our breaths at the top of the stairs. “Are you definitely sure?” He asked. “Fuck, yes,” I moaned as we connected our lips. “I’ll take care of you,” he said. We reached our bedroom and he wasted no time with kissing me against the door.

He let me down to my feet and helped me fully undress as he did the same. He was fully erect as we got on the bed and I lay down against the plush pillows. The sheets were made and neat but I knew that wouldn’t last long as he wasted no time in kissing my thighs. “Is this okay?” He checked. “More than okay,” I moaned as I tangled my fingers in his dark strands. He moved his face to where I needed him most and sucked my clit into his mouth while he circled two fingers around my entrance. He pushed his digits in and curled them against my g-spot. I let out a strangled moan at the satisfaction, his lips felt like heaven against my throbbing clit. I could already feel my orgasm building as he repetitively stroked my g-spot with his fingers. “Fuck, James. Feels so good,” I whined as the burn in my core spread around my body. I felt like I was floating in space as he pressed quick kisses to my clit. I wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer as my whimpers grew louder. “It’s okay, cum on my fingers, princess,” his voice was deep and husky as he spoke. I felt like I could see stars as I released on his fingers, white pleasure washed over me in silky white sheets — it knocked the air out of my lungs. I came down from my high and looked down at James who had a wide smile on his lips. “I want more,” I breathed as he brought his lips to mine. “As you wish,” he said as he grabbed a condom out of the bedside draw.

He slipped the rubber into his cock and teased my entrance with his tip. “Ready?” He asked, earning a nod from me. He slowly pushed his length into me, stretching me out. Tears slightly pricked in my eyes at the pain that slowly turned into pleasure, moans leaving my lips. “Good girl,” he praised as he bottomed out and started moving at a slow pace. “Please, James, go faster,” I whined. That was all he needed before he picked up the pace and started driving his hips into mine, quick and steadily. I looked down at where our bodies were connected so deliciously and at my lower stomach where his dick was making a slight bump on the surface. “Look at this,” he grinned as he put slight pressure on the bulge. Our faces both contorted into absolute pleasure and satisfaction as both our orgasms neared. My breaths became quick and shallow as I clawed my nails down his back. “Mm~ you feel… so good,” I moaned as he pressed kisses to my lips. He took one of my hands in his as his thrusts got progressively more sloppy. “Can’t hold it,” I whispered. “Do it, cum for me, princess,” he groaned.

The knot in my stomach finally snapped as I came around his cock with a moan. He came soon after, dumping his load into the condom.

We stayed like that for a second before he pulled out and put the condom into the trash. He came back from the bathroom with a damp cloth and wiped my core clean of my arousal. “You okay?” He cooed. “Amazing. You?” I said barely louder than a whisper. “Proud of you. You did so well for me,” he praised as he threw the cloth to the floor.

He lay down in bed beside me and pulled me to his chest. I listened to his soft breaths and the calm but erratic beating of his heart as we both slowly drifted off to sleep.

[creativewritingpracticestudio]

Dating Sid Wilson (Slipknot) Would Include:

I love Sid :) this is relatively SFW, but feel free to let me know if you’d like a NSFW version! Also…you guys should request more Slipknot stuff (specifically stuff with Corey, Joey and Sid). Sorry for my inactivity as of late, I know it’s weird that I used to be so active and now I haven’t published anything in a while, I’ve just been so busy. Now I have time, though, so expect more content soon!

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of Sid getting injured a lot and throwing up a lot, very brief mentions of drug and alcohol use, marijuana use (mostly just talk of the munchies lmao)

Permanent Taggers: @smokeandmirrorz @holyjunkie99 @overlyobsessedfangirl @slashevilsister @julessworldd @agroupiewhore

Slipknot Taggers: None, but let me know if you’d like to be one!

Probably meeting him at a Slipknot concert. I can imagine Sid spotting you in the crowd and instantly deciding that he has to meet you, so he fucking dives into the crowd and just crowd surfs over to you so he can slip you a backstage pass (discreetly, though, so the crowd doesn’t try to mob you for it). After the show, you go backstage to meet him and he comes up to you looking absolutely insane: sweaty as fuck, gas mask askew, face paint smeared, jumpsuit half unzipped, it’s a sight to behold. But then he takes the gas mask off and you see how cute he is and how friendly he looks and you’re instantly at ease with him. The two of you talk for a while and he’s clearly into you but he can’t ask you on a date yet because the band is on tour and there’s no time, so instead he asks for your phone number and promises he’ll call you every night until the tour ends and he can take you on a real date (and he keeps his promise!)

Speaking of phone calls, Sid acts like he’ll physically drop dead if he doesn’t call you at least once a day. He’ll be somewhere in another country and call you after a concert, totally forgetting that it’s like 4am where you live, and be very confused as to why you sound so tired and grumpy. You put up with it because you love him, but occasionally you’re tempted to do the same thing to him just to be petty. He likes to call you to tell you about the concert and to ask about your day and all that good stuff, but he also likes calling you for absolutely no reason. He’ll call you to tell you what he ate for lunch or to let you know that his head hurts or to complain about how Shawn is being mean to him, and meanwhile you’ll be standing in the middle of a Walmart holding the phone to your ear and slowly realizing that you’re dating a toddler. You get annoyed sometimes, but you also appreciate his willingness to stay close with you even when he’s away on tour. It’s nice to know that he likes talking to you and does it because he wants to, not because he feels like he has to.

Being friends with some of Sid’s other bandmates. Initially you were worried that they weren’t going to like you and would see you as the Yoko Ono of the group, but they all turned out to be pretty cool and you’ve become very close with a few of them. You and Sid regularly hang out with Corey, Joey, Chris, and a few other bandmates at least a couple times each week, going to bowling alleys and arcades and weird restaurants and stuff like that. You also hang out with all of them backstage before and after concerts, and that’s where some of the grossest and most hilarious things happen. The whole band has a disturbing sense of humor, but it at least keeps things interesting.

Hospital visits. So. Many. Hospital visits. Sid gets at least one serious injury a week and at least a few minor injuries a day, so you’ve learned to keep a first aid kit on hand. If hospitals had those loyalty punch cards like coffee shops have, you’d have won several free hospital visits by now. You’ve also learned to get used to Sid puking a lot, because for some reason it’s very common for him. When you first started dating him you were in a constant state of worry and panic and would fuss over him if he got even the slightest of injuries (which he didn’t mind at all), but now you’ve learned to just let him do his thing.

Late night snack runs. Sid’s kind of a stoner (shocking, I know), so he tends to get super hungry at very inconvenient times; usually, it’s around one or two in the morning. You both throw on random clothes, grab a massive wad of cash, and walk down to a 24 hour convenience store to stock up on as many snacks as you can carry. It’s definitely one of his more expensive habits, but at least the two of you always have a nicely stocked pantry. It was weird being out so late at first, but now the late night snack runs are one of your favorite things to do.

Watching Sid come up with new beats and mess around with his turntables. As a DJ, he’s always trying to find new ideas for songs, and you like to watch him cuz he gets so focused and it’s adorable. He likes to ask your opinion because you know how to be honest with him but in a nice way. Sometimes he even lets you play around with the turntables, and he’s tried to teach you how to use them on multiple occasions although you always forget how to do it. Occasionally he tries to convince you to let him record you messing around with the turntables (he thinks the bad playing would sound really cool as a beat for one of his next songs), but you always flatly refuse.

Naps. A whole lotta naps. Sid’s usually pretty high-energy, but he saves up all of this energy for concerts by taking at least one nap each day, usually in the hotel room that the two of you share or (in very rare cases) on a couch in one of the backstage rooms. He likes when you sit on the couch with him so he can lay his head on your lap and let you play with his hair until he finally falls asleep.

Becoming something of an icon to the Slipknot fanbase. At first, Sid tried to keep his relationship with you private because he didn’t want you to have to deal with being hounded by fans and by the paparazzi, but once the relationship got serious and you made it clear you didn’t mind his fame, he finally started talking about you and showing you off to the fans. He tells stories about you in interviews, he shares photos of you on social media, and he brings you along to special events like red carpet walks and meet and greets. You love talking to his fans and riffing with Sid on the red carpet when he’s being interviewed, and because of that you’ve become very popular with the fanbase. Seriously, there’s tons of compilations of you on YouTube (some with Sid, some with just you), tons of appreciation posts about you on social media, and at least a few different accounts from fans about how nice you were to them when they met you. Even if you and Sid were to break up (god forbid that ever happens), you’d still have a pretty big fanbase of your own.

Going on all kinds of cool dates with Sid. Sid’s not really one for super romantic, gushy, stereotypical dates like candlelit dinners or picnics, but he does like going on dates that are fun and interesting for both of you. Laser tag, cool museums, retro arcades, themed hotels; he never seems to run out of ideas. Sid loved spending time with you and he especially loves making you laugh, so he’d much rather take you to a comedy club or to see a funny movie than to get dressed up in uncomfortably formal clothes and sit in a stuffy, overpriced restaurant for two hours. Some people might judge the two of you for not having the traditional romantic dates, but you don’t care. You and Sid show just as much passion and affection for each other as other couples do, and you have fun while doing it.

Being the first person to see Sid’s new masks (besides him, obviously). Whether it’s an entirely new mask all together or just his current mask with some new alterations made, he loves showing them to you and seeing your reaction. He’s super proud of his masks, especially the ones with animatronics, and you’re always excited to see them and to give feedback on them. He lets you try them on and usually tells you that you look way better in his masks than he does.

Movie nights! You and Sid always try to set aside one day each week for watching a movie together. You get the bed all set up (tons of blankets and pillows), you get the food ready (usually Chinese takeout or pizza, plus a ton of snacks), and then you spend an hour debating over what to watch. Sid usually tries to convince you to watch one of the transformers movies (and he wins like 95% of the time) but he’s also pretty good about letting you pick a movie to watch after the transformers movie is over. You watch everything from cheesy horror movies to old comedies to indie films to weird obscure movies that Sid somehow finds on the Internet.

[are-we-really-doing-this]

Gaymer Guyz

[juniberserker]

We blame Issy for the drawing on the left.

Oh yeah and that one in the corner I keep forgetting about that 💀

Coco was not pleased 😭

Been getting into that 4/7 grind 🫶

[nu-metal-confessions]

oh to run into Mick's arms at full speed for him to pick me up and spin me around while we giggle like idiots <3

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[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.

[in-death-we-fall]

Aesthetics of Hate

This is the House of Nine. There is a horror that echoes through its walls. There is a horror that shifts and broods. A horror that coils itself into a moment of truth. This is our house. We have heard it sing.

It’s started again, hasn’t it? That’s why we’re back. That’s why we’ve… changed.

Back? Listen.

We never left.

Slipknot’s drug, alcohol and ego problems are history. No longer at war with each other, the only struggle now is finding a way to finish it.

Words: Ken McIntyre. Pics: Steve Brown.

Aka the one that aged like milk. Many thanks to @incredizort for sharing your collection. (docs link)

The are the village people of the damned, a psychedelic terror circus populated by depressed clowns, obsessive-compulsives, misanthropes, cyborgs, droogs, ghouls, and goblins. Their sound is a barrage of noise and confusion, a bundle of hiss and the dynamiting of mountains. They look like escaped mental patients on Halloween, and their demeanor vacillates between grandiose and openly hostile. They are Slipknot, and they are legion.

Since 1995, these nine creatures of latex and bone from the fertile plains of Des Moines, Iowa, have lorded over their dysfunctional kingdom of maggots and problem children with shaky hands that have often succumbed to their own wretched excesses. As the band went from strength to strength, from the runaway freight train of their 1999 self-titled debut album to the embittered, embattled success of 2001’s Iowa and their surprisingly tuneful comeback, 2004’s Vol. 3: (The Subliminal Verses), Slipknot scaled unheard-of heights for an extreme metal band, snapping up Gold and Platinum albums, winning Grammy awards, infiltrating the mainstream like sinister double agents.

But none of it came easy, and lurking behind the mask was a band at war with itself; a band riddled with drug, alcohol, and ego problems. In 2005, the levy finally broke, and Sipknot took a much-needed break, the various members healing, mending fences, and exploring other creative avenues. Singer Corey Taylor and guitarist Jim Root returned to Stone Sour, drummer Joey Jordison played with a myriad of bands, from Korn to Metallica, and drummer and visual artist Shawn ‘Clown’ Crahan produced the revealing ‘Knot-doc Voliminal: Inside The Nine, among other projects.

But they could not avoid their fates forever, and so Slipknot return with a roaring new album, All Hope Is Gone, which pits a burgeoning retro-thrash metal obsession and their recent flirtations with melody against their original vision of pure, bloodlusting aggression and brutality. And with this latest dispatch from the abyss comes the expected media saturation, as well as an endless arc of tours and festivals and television performances. It is during the brief calm before the storm that Metal Hammer catches up with Slipknot, rehearsing their new set at Wells fargo Arena in downtown Des Moines.

Slipknot (left to right): Shawn ‘Clown’ Crahan, Chris Fehn, Craig Jones, Joey Jordison, Paul Gray, Mick Thomson, James Root, Sid Wilson Corey Taylor

They say it’s what’s inside you that counts.

That’s what scares me.

It’s in all of us

It’s what binds us that makes us clash. It will happen again.

We’re twisted pieces of the same puzzle. Nine faces that speak with one voice.

The voice of madness…?

Is it normal to be practising in an arena? Shawn ‘Clown’ Crahan (percussion): “It’s not normal, but it’s not surprising at the level we’re at. It was my idea to do this, to practise in the small room and get it tight, and then to come out here and get the feeling of the arena again. Otherwise, you’re practising in people’s houses, and we’re nine brothers. Imagine nine brothers with nine families and everybody running with different crews, and all having different morals and standards and spiritualities. Imagine that fuckin’ insanity. So this makes sense.”

Des Moines had a series of floods recently. Did they affect the band at all? Corey Taylor (vocals): “Not really. I spent a couple days running around saving my friends. Everybody I knew with the exception of just a couple people lived on the flood plain, so I was just going out and helping people get the fuck out of there. I had a house full of people for a week.”

For years now, there have been allegations that you guys all hate each other. Is the band still dysfunctional? Joey Jordison (drums): “Yeah, we are dysfunctional. But I mean, we all grew up together. Me and Mick [Thompson (sic), guitar] are like, best friends, and I used to detest that guy. We fuckin’ hated each other, man. And Shawn, me and him are probably the closest brothers in the whole band, but we probably get along the least because we love each other so much, and we control a lot of what goes on in Slipknot. We’re constantly butting heads. I remember right before Ozzfest, you could just cut the tension between me and him with a knife, it was so thick, and one day I left practice (sic) all pissed off, and I was saying, ‘Fuck off, I think I’m quitting.’ There we were, we just got the ticket, we were on our way to making it. That’s how fuckin’ stressed out we were. And literally – he’s a lot bigger than I am – Shawn flipped his kit over, came over to my drumset, ripped my stuff down and held me by the fuckin’ throat, and I grabbed his throat and went to punch him, and then the whole band dogpiled us. We’ve had lots of fights like that, real fistfights. But even though we still get into fights, we don’t let them last that long anymore. The band is just so intense. I mean, we’ve got nine extreme personalities here.”

That reminds me, on a scale on (sic) one to 10, how nuts is your DJ, Sid? He just told me that he’s a cyborg, and I think he really means it. Joey: “One to 10? Like, 13. Yeah, he’s crazy. You take 72 hits of acid in one weekend, it’s gonna fry your brain up a little bit.”

How do you guys balance all the side-projects with Slipknot? Joey: “It’s fuckin’ simple. Slipknot comes first.”

So it didn’t take any convincing to get everybody back to do a new album? Joey: “Well, it usually happens when the other bands sorta run their course. Certain people in the band decide not to do anything, they just chill out until the next Slipknot record. Me, I do a lot of work with other bands, but Slipknot’s my priority, and I’m glad to be back playing with these guys. The first day when we started rehearsal, usually people are laidback (sic), it was like headbang city man, and we were like, ‘Let’s just get out metal necks, let’s get that shit out of the way.’ It feels great, man. I’m happy.” Corey: “ I was completely stoked to do it. I’d actually started thinking of it and preparing for it on the Stone Sour tour. I just started filling notebooks with ideas. It got to the point where I had two notebooks full of stuff, and I was just ready to go. So as soon as the music was written and the demos started floating around, I was just like, ‘OK, this fits here and this fits here.’ I wasn’t rushing around to write lyrics, which a lot of guys do. I was very prepared and not only was I saying everything I wanted to say, but I was doing it in a way I was ecstatic about. I knew I wanted to go heavier, and I knew at the same time that I wanted to balance that with this melodic side that we had really tapped into. And the proof is there. I think this album is the best thing we’ve ever done, to be honest. I think it really shows the growth of the band and the maturity. But it’s still chaotic and heavy, but it’s still got those moments where you just go, ‘Holy fucking shit!’ Not only is it good, but the more you listen to it, the more you find. There’s a lot of layers, and that’s something that gets lost on a lot of people. There’s just so much thought and so much meaning behind everything we do. It’s not just shock for shock’s sake.”

What’s the theme for All Hope Is Lost (sic)? Umm, hopelessness by any chance? Corey: “It’s not a blatantly political or social album, and it’s not a blatantly angry album. I think the overwhelming theme, for me, is that none of us are the same, but none of us are different. We may change as people, but if we use the same energy to try and solve different problems, nothing is going to get accomplished. And that’s something that I think is lost on a lot of people.”

What was it like having Dave Fortman as a producer for this one? Joey: “Dave was great. It’s not like when we were recording with Rick Rubin – he was like an oracle. He would make these little tweaks from his house. He’d sit in this little library in his house, he’d sit there cross-legged with these prayer beads and he’d get a vibe, and he’d tell the engineer what to do. That was a weird way to record. But Dave, he was there every hour, every day. When we write songs, we tend to write really long like, [Metallica’s] …And Justice For All- type songs, nine or 10 minutes long. So we’d record the song like that, and Dave would help us chop it down. The thing with Dave is, that guy knows his tones. I finally got the best drum sound in my life. The guitar sound, the bass, the percussion… finally, we’ve got the Slipknot sound I’ve been wanting to hear my whole life.”

You’ve got new masks and new outfits, do you feel constrained at all by them? Corey: “No. We don’t only have these, but we have actual outfits that we put together ourselves. They’re still cohesive, but they’re a little more individualistic. We had started doing that on the last album. It’s part of our evolution. If you’re not evolving, you’re dying. No matter what the fucking fans on the websites say, nobody wants to see the same fucking shit over and over again. This time around, we felt it was very important that we are represented as individuals and not just as a band, as pieces of a puzzle. The new mask and outfits range from outrageous to very subtle. It’s a reflection of who we are. But we also kept the boiler suits, because we like to appear as a unit.”

You guys got saddled with the ‘nu metal’ tag early on. Obviously at this point you’ve overcome it… Corey: “There were a couple of bands that were good and that had a really good attitude. Snot comes to mind. That was an amazing band; I loved Snot. (hed)P.E. – their first couple of albums were amazing, because they had so much attitude, and it was so different. But then you had bands like Limp Wristed and all that crap, where it just got so watered down; the P.O.D.s, fuckin’ bands like that, where there was zero talent going on. It was frustrating being caught up in that, but at the same time, people don’t want to think outside of what they already know. They want their opinions forcefed (sic) to them. So if a magazine comes out and says we’re nu metal, than (sic) that’s what they’re going to say. It took us a long time to change people’s minds. We’re just a metal band. The people that wanted to write us off as a nu metal band weren’t our fans, they just didn’t know what to call us. We just got stronger and stronger and more willing to experiment and so they just didn’t know what we were. In that respect, we sort of created our own genre, and there’s a lot of bands that kinda take cues from us now. It’s kinda weird.”

Slipknot broke the ceiling for extreme metal bands making it in the mainstream. Did it shock you when it was happening? Corey: “At the time we didn’t even think about it, we were just real busy working. We were literally on the road for 18 months and saw home for maybe three weeks in that entire time. We were gone forever. But we knew that was going to happen, so we just put our heads down and did what we had to do, because we just refused to lose. So once we got that done we had time to take a breath. We were getting ready to start on the Iowa tour, and we just turned around and were like, ‘Woah! Look what we did. We’re fucking huge!’ We were playing this place that’s not even there anymore, it was called the Bronco Bowl in Dallas. It was set up like a mini-arena and it was just fucking gagged, fucking jammed with people. I remember walking out on stage and thinking, ‘Are we opening up for somebody? Where did all these fucking people come from?’ They knew every word, they knew everything, I remember coming off stage and just having this amazing smile on my face. I was like, ‘Something’s different. We’re not an opening band anymore.’ And I don’t think we’d ever be again, unless we were opening for somebody like Metallica. It was insane, it was probably the best feeling I’ve ever felt in my life.” Joey: “It didn’t happen overnight, because we had to work so hard for it but… it happened overnight. We went on Ozzfest, and three weeks into it we’d sold 150,000 records. Every time we played, everybody – every fucking band, Black Sabbath included – was out there watching us. And we’re out for blood, we fucking hate everybody, just ‘Fuck you!’ That’s always been the Slipknot mentality. We love a lot of other bands, we love a lot of different music, but when it comes to us playing, we just don’t care. It’s your ass. People think it’s arrogant, and it is. We believe in our craft. We believe in Slipknot.”

The voice of the madness perhaps

It’s the nature of madness – it’s always searching for a brave face.

Always changing…

…always the same

It seeks its own martyrdom…

…and to be reborn

Yeah, very fucking profound. Don’t get mad, get eaten.

You want to give food for thought?

It’s just for the food for the maggots.

Th-that’s all, folks.

Is it tough accepting the fact that you have to wear a mask for the next year? Joey: “No, not at all. I’m ecstatic to be back and playing with the guys again. It’s home, man. We take breaks because Slipknot is not just music, it’s a force, it’s a lifestyle. It’s also like being in jail. You’re constricted. You have to be on your game every night to be in this band. The stuff is not easy to play anyway, but we’ve got the whole stage performance, playing in masks, it’s what every band goes through, but with nine guys it’s very intense. I mean, look at this – all nine guys are still together. All nine original guys are still here. What other band can say that?”

So, has anybody ever tried to get out? Joey: “No, no one ever has. That’s why at the end of a 15-month tour cycle, we’re just like, let’s take a break, work on some other projects, just relieve a little stress. But when we come back to Slipknot, it’s on, man. There’s no fucking around.”

So what can we expect from this next tour? Clown: “For one thing, we’re musical, man. I play the fucking drums, so get used to it. I’ve earned the right, I’ve done the time, I’ve been on the mountain with the kung fu masters, learning. If you can’t accept that, go play with the kids’ toys. I’ve worked really hard on my art for this one. I got my boy-scout medals and I’m in the deep woods with no tools, no tent, no nothing, and we’re playing survival, man. Just know that I’m the guy who eats the fucking shit raw, man. If there’s an animal, I’ll fucking eat it. This is fucking Slipknot. That’s what you can fucking expect.”

Is Slipknot meant to last forever, or do you have to write the end of this story? Clown: “You nailed it, man. I am in more pain than anyone could possibly ever know, because I have to find a way to finish this.” Joey: “I don’t think it’s our last record at all, but there’s something seriously going on with this record, that’s for sure. It’s like Friday the 13th Part IV: The Final Chapter. It’s a climax.”

Is Slipknot like Kiss, where you could lose a member and just find somebody else to wear his mask? Clown: “No. If I left this band, we’d be done. If Joey Jordison left this band, we’d be done. All of us, if any of the guys in this band leave… See, it’s been out of our hands for a long time, since 1998. The world is just too dumb, too anti-art, to realise how important this is, to actually accept the truth that yes, if I left the band it’d be over. There could never be a drummer to replace me, man. We are The Nine. There is no one else.”

Nine long, tense, and occasionally violent hours later, Slipknot begin to slink out into the inky-black, dead-still Des Moines night. It’s a mere week until they begin headlining the Mayhem tour in the States, and that’s just the beginning. Once this album hits the streets, it is unlikely that any of them will see their homes again for at least a year, and probably longer. Although the band harbours the expected anxieties about their long-awaited return to the metal arena, the sprawling expansive All Hope Is Gone will probably be their biggest album ever. At this point the eldest members of the band are now approaching 40, while their fanbase still hovers around 18, and that’s the same sort of 18 Alice Cooper once sang about: the confused, angry, half-a-boy, half-a-man kind.

If any of The Nine hoped to escape their fates as the ringleaders of the tormented, those hopes are now dashed.

“Man, it’s fucking embarrassing,” Clown admitted earlier, when we asked him how it felt to be a dad playing teen-rage anthems.

“I’m just glad I’m not alone in this, with this fucking-metal-fucking-arena-rock-fucking-stage-pass-interview-fucking-photoshoot shit. I don’t care about it. Yes, my art has grown into a way of life, yes, there’s a lot of people that live their lives by it, but I’ve always told people, I don’t want to be on the cover of Metal Hammer, I want to be on the cover of National Geographic. I’ve always said that. I’m gonna be on the cover of Metal Hammer anyway, because that’s just what I fucking do. But I want to take you all on another journey, a fucking life journey, a painful journey. There’s a reason why Slipknot gets the people we get: because they’re lost. They’re lost, and they find their way to us. It’s like a cult, man,” he says, staring a hole right through us.

“A cult of fucking pain.”

There are those who say hope springs eternal. They have obviously never spent a day with Slipknot.

A Stitch In Time

A bluffer’s guide to The Nine.

92: Drummer Shawn Crahan and bassist Paul Gray begin playing in a band together.

95: Joey Jordison joins Shawn and Paul, form Meld with guitarists Donnie Steele and Josh Brainard, and singer Anders Colsefini.

96: Donnie leaves the band due to religious beliefs and is replaced by Craig Jones. Meld change their name to Slipknot and begin wearing grotesque make-up and costumes. Craig Jons switches to sampler and Mick Thomson joins on guitar. Slipknot release their first self-released album, Mate.Feel.Kill.Repeat., on Halloween.

97: Corey Taylor replaces Anders on vocals. Chris Fehn joins the band as percussionist. Slipknot start wearing their trademark boiler suits and numbers.

98: DJ Sid Wilson joins the band. They sign to Roadrunner Records.

99: On June 29, the band releases Slipknot, their ‘official’ debut album, and join the Ozzfest tour.

00: Slipknot is certified Platinum.

01: Slipknot release their second album, Iowa, and do the Ozzfest tour again.

02: The band take a break, Corey Taylor revives Stone Sour, Joey Jordison forms Murderdolls. Slipknot attempt to write a follow-up to Iowa, but struggle with inner-band conflicts. Rumours of the band’s imminent break-up start to circulate in the media.

03: Slipknot rally and begin recording new album with producer Rick Rubin.

04: Vol. 3: (The Subliminal Verses) is released. It quickly goes Platinum. Yet another Ozzfest tour follows.

06: Slipknot win their first Grammy award in the category of Best Metal Performance for Before I Forget. Voliminal: Inside The Nine, a self-produced DVD documentary, is released.

08: All Hope Is Gone released. Chaos ensues.

Project Revolution

Slipknot members are known for their many side projects. Here’s a crib sheet.

Stone Sour

Corey Taylor (vocals) Jim Root (guitar Stone Sour were formed back in 1992 by Corey Taylor and have existed in one form or another ever since. The alt-metal/grunge band have released two albums on Roadrunner Records (Stone Sour in 2002 and Come What(ever) May in 2006), and have been nominated for a Grammy award three times. The band are currently on hold in light of the new Slipknot record, but plans for a third album are in the works.

Murderdolls

Joey Jordison (drums (sic)) A horror-themed glam-punk band with a penchant for fishnet tights and make-up formed in 2002 by Joey Jordison, the Murderdolls also featured former Frankenstein Drag Queens frontman Wednesday 13. The band released their debut album, Beyond The Valley Of The Murderdolls in 2002 and played together sporadically over the next two years. The band are currently on hiatus, and when asked about the possibility of further recordings, Joey stated: “There might be another album. We’re thinking about it.”

Ministry, etc

Joey Jordison (drums) During his off-hours, Joey keeps busy by filling in on drums for several notable acts, including nu metal pioneers Korn, who he played with at the 2007 Download Festival, Metallica, (Download 2004), and Ministry, who he toured with in the summer of 2006.

DJ Starscream

Sid Wilson Sid Wilson’s day job is as a leading Jungle musician. As Starscream he’s released a host of singles and remixes on the Japanese label N20.

Dirty Little Rabbits

Shawn Crahan (drums) Shawn’s other side-project is a swirly mix of psychedelia and 90s style alt-rock. The band has yet to release an album. Dirty Little Rabbits supported Stone Sour on their 2006-07 US tour.

Dum Fux

Corey Taylor (guitar, vocals) A tongue-in-cheek cover band that plays everything from Flock Of Seagulls to The Stooges. Current status: active.

Audacious P

Corey Taylor (vocals, guitar) Perhaps the world’s only Tenacious D cover band. Currently on hiatus.

To My Surprise

Shawn Crahan (drums) A sun-dappled 60s rock-style band, To My Surprise were signed to Roadrunner Records and released their debut, self-titled album in 2003. It was executive produced by Rick Rubin. The band are on hiatus.

Roadrunner United

Joey Jordison (drums) Paul Gray (bass) Jim Root (guitar) This was a one-off album project put together to celebrate Roadrunner Records’ 25th anniversary. Roadrunner United featured 18 ‘supergroups’ made up of various Roadrunner alumni. Slipknot’s Joey, Jim and Paul played on several of the tracks, along with Type O Negative’s Pete Steele, King Diamond guitarist Andy LaRocque, and Cradle Of Filth bassist Dave Pybus, among others. The Roadrunner United album was released in 2005.

[fritz-federleicht]

You cover him with kisses (Corey, Chris, Paul & Mick)

Part 2

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Corey:

- The last few years have been really hard for Corey, you just want him to finally feel good again

- You kiss him anytime, anywhere, no matter who is around you

- among family, friends, in public or alone at home, no matter you shower him with love

- You start kissing his lips, he smiles

- "Y/N, what are you doing?" He asks you every time

- the people around you ignore your actions or just think it's cute

- "What do you think?" He doesn't answer your question

- You bend down to him again

- He closes his eyes and enjoys your lips on his, taking in your love with a smile on his lips

- It strengthens him, YOU strengthen him

- In the end he feels better

Chris:

- you start to line single kisses all over his face

- he thinks you want more

- He starts kissing your neck

- You push his head away. "What are you doing?"

- "Kissing you." He answers and bends down to your neck

- You stop him, "Stop it. I just want to show you my love."

- he opens his eyes, "Oh well then.... go ahead."

- He leans back, you grin and cup his cheeks

- "You always want to fuck." You shake your head and kiss his lips

Paul:

- Some days you can't help it, you'd like to hug Paul all day long

- You think he's just too cute

- so you go up to him and hug him tightly

- "You're extra cute today." You say. Paul already knows from this point that he has you by his side all day now

- "I love you so much." You squeeze even tighter

- "Y/N, I can't breathe." Paul presses out you loosen your grip immediately

- "I'm sorry. But you are soooo fucking cute."

- You look at him in love, stand on your tiptoes and kiss him

- first his lips, then his nose, cheek and forehead

- Finally you give him one last kiss on the lips, then you hug him

- "I love you so much Paul. You can't believe how much."

- "Yes I can." He grins and kisses the top of your head. "I love you too Y/N."

Mick:

- that's absolutely sweet, Mick is huge and you're small

- you gotta tell him what you're up to

- "Babe, come here." You hold up your hands like a little kid

- Mick obeys you to the letter and puts his face between your hands

- you kiss his nose

- Mick mirrors your action, you grin

- you don't have the chance to kiss him because he is showering you with them

- you turn your head away laughing, "Stop, I was going to do that."

- he grins, "Too bad doll."

- he kisses you again, you accept it and decide to try it again next time

[writersmilex]

Slipknot And Hugs.

How does Slipknot hug? Hug Head-canons, for the ones who like hugs. 

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0# Sid Wilson :

-Squeeze the life out of you hug.

-He finds it funny to catch you off guard by sneaking up on you. With his arms raised, ready to strike down at his prey.

-He lunges down and traps you in his arms. You scream in surprise, he laughs loudly.

-He hugs you from behind a lot, squeezing you hard, his face pressed into the crook of your neck, nuzzling your hair.

-He will loosen his arms if you're willing to turn around and hug him back!

-Squeeze him back and he's a happy guy.

-Also he likes to hang on you, arms wrapped around your shoulders and keeping you close.

-Somethings he interrupts the conversation your having with someone by talking about unrelated things.

- "In the Netherlands, they eat really thin pancakes for dinner. Did you know that?"

- "Yes Sid, I have been there..."

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1# Joey Jordison :

- A quick, fleeting hug.

-Usually before going somewhere, or right before a show starts. He will give you a quick hug, and before you can even react he is walking away.

-If you want to keep him around a little longer you gotta force it a little bit. Catch him when he's about to hug you and trap him into your arms.

-Give him a quick squeeze, then pat him on the back and stroke his hair. And he's docile again.

-Refuse to let go, and hug firmly. His head under your chin, nuzzle his hair, he relaxes and stays for a minute longer.

- If one on his band-members catches him in your arms and points it out. Joey will snap at them. You have to hold him tighter to keep him from jumping at them.

- Eventually he's relax in the hug again. Although he really has to go now, but now he doesn't want to let go!

- "go now, or you'll get late." You say, trying to push him away gently.

- "Come with me then?" He suggests. Just go with him, he doesn't want to leave you, and he'll miss it if you don't.

- Things like this have happened before...

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1.2# Jay Weinberg :

-Friendly hug.

-Often a friendly side squeeze before a show. Sometimes a hug and pat on the back but those are a bit more uncommon.

- Giving him all the pats on the back and he feels well appreciated!

-be a little playful-aggressive, shaking him and squeeze him, it will make him laugh.

- If you do that, he will keep feeling it for a while.

- He believes that hugs are good for you. And he's not afraid to ask for one if he needs one.

- And He will offer a hug if one of his friends appears to need one.

- He doesn't mind long hugs. But not too long, or else he'll get uncomfortable.

- Every time you hug him, it feels like your friendship grow a little.

- He's not one to talk about feelings a lot, but he is willing to hug it out.

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2# Paul Gray :

-Big bear hug.

-A pretty affectionate guy. Always ready for a hug!

-arms wrap around you, nice and comfy.

-if you got the time, you should play patty-cake with him!

- He has a hard time letting go. "Come on, a little longer?"

- He's so warm and cozy, it can't be real.

- if there is no time for a hug, he will pat you on the back a few times, or wrap and arm around your shoulders.

- Simply standing next to him is already comforting!

- While your hugging, he might even ask you how your day was, or is so far!

- To put it shortly, You really shouldn't refuse a hug from this guy.

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2.2# Alessandro Venturella :

-Tight hug.

- "come 'ere you!"

- Ensue big tight hug and warm hug.

- He want you to remember this interaction when he is away.

- Come on, squeeze him back. he loves that!

- He will pick you up if he is capable. Twirl you and shake you up good.

- He had definitely left an impression on you with that stunt of his. Good, that's exactly what he wanted.

- His hugs are so damn tight, you better hold your breath!

- It's almost he wants to squeeze the life out of you like Sid does. Or he just wants to show how much he appreciates you!

-Try and get revenge and hug him back just a tight.

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3# Chris Fehn :

-Squeeze to the side hug.

- He is simply not sure on how to approach the hugging part.

- He just... wraps his arm around you and pulls you to his side, squeezing slightly.

- that's good enough right? no?  Well how about this!

- A big hug, pulling you tight to himself, swaying clumsily and almost falling together.

- As long as you keep both of your feet on the ground, things should be fine.

- He likes to ruffle your hair a lot. He messes it up on purpose,  just to tease you. You're never really happy with it, but it's innocent enough to let it slide.

- He's really happy when you hug him back, it comforts him a lot. And it grands him a break from the usual Slipknot madness.

- Once in a while, sometimes before a show. He will look for you and hug without saying anything. It calms him down.

- He really feels like he needs those, please return them to him.

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3.2# Tortilla man :

-Surprise hug.

-He doesn't waste any time.

- Hug! Now!

- If he opens his arms wide in your general direction, he hopes you understand what happens next.

- You better give in or else he's gonna follow you around all day and bother you about it.

- He shakes you around and growls while hugging. Making you laugh, and he loves to hear you laugh.

- While hugging, he will roughly pat you on the shoulder a couple times. Pat, Pat, Pat!

- Congrats you have befriended the feral Tortilla man! He's now at your service.

- And if you don't get the hint, he will approach you and trap you in a hug.

- He won't let go until you hug him back!

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4# Jim Root :

-Enveloping hug.

-big man, big hugs!

-he like to rest his face into your hair, your hair smells nice...

-Jim is pretty shy about initiating the hug. But if you stand there with your arms open he will take the hint.

-i would hug you for hours if he could.

- He's really warm and comfy to hug.

- He like the way your hair smells, and how it feels when he puts his face in it.

- He sometimes bends over you completely and you have to lean back. Hit his back to get him to stop.

- He has always had a habit of looming over people and you are no exception, even if you're on the taller side.

- Safe this guy's back big pushing towards to keep him standing up straight.

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5# Craig Jones :

-Awkward pat hug.

'Watch the spikes! If he's wearing the mask.

-He may be very silent, but he's a great friend once getting close to him. A good listener!

-when you make the first move he will awkwardly pat your shoulder-blades a few times. Sometimes drumming both his hands on your back.

-you rest your head against the very edge of his shoulder to avoid getting stabbed in the face by those rusty spikes. You might get an infection if you do get poked!

-and that has become a sort of habit. It's just the way you hug him now until you figure how if he's wearing a mask or not.

- No matter what you do, you can't escape the back pats!

- And he doesn't make the first move, you do it! He's not sure how to do it.

-He just stares at you, hoping you can see in his eyes what he is trying to tell you.

- Craig also needs a hug every once in a while. But not to often...

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6# Shawn Crahan :

-Protecting hug.

-You often join the band when they go do in store signings or fan meetings.

-If someone gets to close for your liking and Clown sees that.

-He will walk up. Grab you and pull you back, glaring at whoever is bothering you, growl at them and drag you back to the others.

-Will stay near you for the rest to the event.

-yeah... People don't talk to you when Clown is around. Mainly because they don't wanna get get harassed by him.

- It's kinda cool, you don't have to worry about anything with him by your side!

- Aside from the protection he provides in those scenarios. His hugs are great, it's very unexpected really.

- You wouldn't expect a guy like him to give such nice hugs!

- It's advised that you enjoy every moment it it!

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7# Mick Thomson :

-Gentle hug.

-Arms around you, gentle squeeze. He thinks you're frail and could shatter if he's not careful enough.

-loves it when you treat him the same way. It makes him feel at ease.

-usually in public, he just puts a hand on your shoulder and squeezes it, then he leaves again.

-behind closed door he can be a tiny bit more cuddly, but not a whole lot.

- He's not sure of what to do with his hands or where to put them without looking invasive... He will just leave them on your shoulders, that's fine right?

- His hug are never really long lasting, it gets a little awkward...

- In public, he will do nothing more than a quick hug or a pat on the shoulder.

- If he sees that you could need a hug, he is willing to give you one.

- Just don't come running to him every time. There are other people around that can do it better than him, like Paul...

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8# Corey Taylor :

-Lingering hug.

-come on, just a little longer, please?

-it's reassuring to him. A fleeting moment of nothing but comfort and support.

- pats you on the back, in hope he can assure you as well. It's nice.

- It's feels like a missing puzzle piece that has been found after years of being lost.

- If he feels down he will look for you and hug you without saying anything. And if you hug him back he's a happy guy again.

- If you need a hug, he is always willing to give you one! Always!

- He wants to be there for you, just as much as you are there for him.

- in the right moment, the hug can evolve into a straight up cuddle.

- Hugs just always last longer than they intend to....

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Would you like a hug? Here you go!

Thank you for reading.

- Missalot.

[jimsbeetroot]

gentle giant - mick thomson

he was a gentle giant, a big guy with a big heart.

"Don't be such a baby," you hissed and settled in Mick's large grip. Mick huffed and threw his head back in annoyance. He held you up your ass, your legs tightly wrapped around his waist.

With your tiny hand (in comparison to Micks' anyways), you grabbed a hold of his face, holding it still as you brought the dark eyeliner to his closed eyelid, drawing a straight line just above his lashes. "Brush," you ordered and Mick reached down, grabbing a make-up brush from the kitchen table, passing it to you. He carried you as if you were a feather, now only one hand supporting your weight.

You smudged out the eyeliner, going for the badass, rock 'n' roll look. Mick opened his eyes, looking at you with a smile, leaning in to kiss you, but you withdrew your head and shook it.

"I have to concentrate, Mick!" You said, and grabbed a hold of Mick's face once again, forcing him to turn it so you could now concentrate on the other eye.

"You're taking this very seriously, aren't you?" Mick asked, slightly chuckling at your enthusiasm. "Absolutely," you hummed and drew a line over Micks' other eyelid, but accidentally messing it up.

"Fuck!" You yelled out in annoyance and threw the pencil to the ground. Mick opened his eyes in shock, wondering why you were suddenly throwing a fit.

"Huh? What happened?" Mick asked. "I fucked it up!" You sighed and threw your head on Mick's big shoulder, sighing in frustration.

"I'm sure it's fine. Let's have a look," Mick said in a comforting manner, rubbing your back while walking to the nearest mirror, which hung just above the couch.

"It's fine, honey. Really. We'll just fix it, right? Nothing to get upset about here," Mick smiled. You retrieved your head from Mick's shoulder and looked at him with a smile, adoring his ability to make you feel better within a split second. "Now, let's go again," Mick said, walking to where you threw the eyeliner with you still hanging around his waist. Mick leaned down, moving his hand from your bottom to your back, supporting your weight as he picked up the eyeliner. You licked your thumb and rubbed it over Micks' eye, removing the messed up eyeliner, leaving a clean canvas for you to try once more. The eyeliner itself wasn't even that important. You had a feeling that Mick didn't give a shit. He just enjoyed the closeness it brought. How he got to hold you, and you enjoyed being able to put makeup on someone else than yourself.

"It's just eyeliner, Y/N. Just eyeliner," Mick said, very well aware of how frustrated you could get when things didn't go your way. You nodded in response. Mick closed his eyes, and you, once again brought the black liner to the skin of his eyelid, carefully drawing a thin line. You let the brush do the rest of the job, carefully smudging out the black paint, just as you'd done with the other eye.

You looked at both of his eyes, carefully examining them before nodding in satisfaction. "Looks good?" Mick asked, opening his eyes to see your cheeky grin. "Just perfect," you grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him.

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this chapter was taken from my book on wattpad! i’ll be doing this with some chapters (my own book!) from wattpad and just posting them on here too!

username on wattpad; @joeysdolls

i hate this ending so much, but i just wanted to get over the first chapter quickly!

[issie-https]

𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃, 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Mick Thomson X Reader(platonic)

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: No

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: N/a

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: Mentions of blood, emotional exhaustion and injury

𝐀/𝐧: Guess who’s back, back again!! Sorry for the lack of uploads, I’ve had a tad bit of writers block but I’m here with some hurt for y’all!(also fluffy at the end🫶) **NOT PROOFREAD**

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.4k

I flung the door to my apartment open and kicked my heels off as I slammed the door back closed. I'd been laid off from my job after five years after the company went bankrupt. I let the tears stream down my face as I stormed through the house. It wasn't a big, flashy job but it kept me on my feet, I could barely afford my apartment but I was still living there and I could afford a good meal now and then so I wasn't bad off.

I picked up a shitty vase and threw it at the wall, I wasn't thinking, I had no idea what I was doing. Shards of glass went flying, some hitting me as the rest just surrounded me. I wasn't thinking about the burning on my legs as I went over to the shitty dinner table and threw everything on it at the wall before punching a hole in the crappy, thin wood. I finally let the tears run down my cheeks as I went into the kitchen - I slid down the fridge and sat on the floor. It was at that moment, I realised I had stood on glass - the blood trail was dark, signalling it wasn't just a small shard of glass.

My cries grew as the pain and burning came to my realisation. I could feel the blood running down my legs and gushing out my foot at a slow rate. I picked up my foot and put it on my lap as I evaluated the cut - it wasn't so bad to the point that I'd die but it wasn't just a little scratch either. I cried louder as I thought about how I'd most likely end up homeless by the end of the month. I had no second option for a job, I had no idea what to do — I didn't want to ask any friends for help because I didn't want to seem needy or dependent on anyone. In my friend group, I've always been seen as the independent one - the mother of the group - every time one of the girls or guys got hurt, I'd always be there with a bandaid and a hug. Every time they went through a bad breakup, I'd be at their door with comforting words, shitty comedy movies and two tubs of ice cream.

I threw my head back against the fridge door, letting out groans and screams in annoyance. I had no idea what to do, where to go, who to talk to or which way is forward. I wanted to pick myself up off the floor, clean my foot up, tell myself to grow a pair, send out my resume and get a job. But I couldn't move - my body felt like it was frozen to the spot, the only movements I was making was the shivering and gasps as I cried. My chest felt heavy as I lay down on the kitchen floor, the cold tiles were in contrast to my burning skin. I felt my eyelids become heavy as I slowly drifted off into a slumber.

༺time skip༻

I woke up and looked at the clock on my oven, it read 1:27am. The kitchen was now engulfed in darkness, the night had eaten the city alive and dowsed the sky in stars. I crawled over to where the light switch was and pulled myself up using the counter. I was met by the bloody sight of my past foot prints and the small puddle where my foot had been sat while I was asleep. I hopped over to the sink, dampened a cloth and tried to clean the blood off the kitchen floor. Much to my dismay, it only smeared the blood opposed to cleaning it up. I could feel myself getting upset again as the tears started rolling down my cheeks. Every so often, a tear would land in the blood and mix.

I couldn't think again, but at the same time, I was only thinking. How to clean up the blood, how to get a job - where to get a job even. I gave up in cleaning and just left the cloth on the floor and slouched against the cupboards. I needed help, physical help, mental help. No one was here for me.

That was until I heard the front door lock click and the light from the hallway lit up the entrance to my apartment. I could see someone's shadow, it was tall. Possibly James or Mick.

I was right, Mick walked into the living room as glass crunched under his boots. He flicked on the living room light and his face contorted into both confusion and worry at the sight. "Y/n?" He yelled. "I'm in... the kitchen," I rasped as I raised my voice so he could hear me. "What happened?" He asked comfortingly. "Nothing," I said, rubbing my eyes to stop myself from crying. “Y/n, you’re covered in blood, so is the floor. There’s broken vases and a hole in your table. Don’t pull that ‘nothing’ bullshit now,” he stated as he walked into the kitchen. “I stood on glass,” I said as I looked at him. He came and sat down next to me and pulled me into his chest, “let me see.” I nodded slightly and pulled away from his grip. I turned and showed him the bottom of my foot. “How long has it been like this?” He asked. “Since… eleven roughly,” I replied, I was still trying to catch my breath as everything was a little blurry and my head was starting to pound. He inspected the cut before standing up, “where’s the first aid kit?”. “Next to the medicine cupboard,” I choked out. He grabbed the kit and sat back down in front of my foot and pulled it onto his lap, making me lie flat on the floor. “Okay, I want you to take deep breaths because I have to pull the glass out and sterilise it,” he spoke as he put a little pressure around the area. I took a deep breath in and as I was about to breathe out, he pulled the glass out - I screamed as tears began streaming out of my eyes again. The pain was like stamping on a million needles covered in barbed wire. He applied pressure with some gauze and wrapped my foot up in a bandage. “You won’t need stitches - thank god - but keep an eye on it,” he smiled as he secured it. “Thanks, Mick,” I gave a weak smile back. “Let’s get you in bed,” he said as he picked me up. “No, I’ve gotta clean,” I furrowed my brows as he walked over the broken glass and to my bedroom. “I’ll clean tomorrow, the others will help - I’m sure of it,” he comforted me. “But I ma-“ he cut me off by saying, “I know but I don’t care. You’re injured so I will clean.”

I’m so thankful for Mick, he’s never hurt me. None of the others have but Mick is always the first one to notice if I’m not okay. He’s always the first one to check on me.

He placed me on my bed, went over to my closet and pulled out two shirts. He held them up to me and I pointed at the right one - it was a Guns N’ Roses band shirt. “Do you still sleep in a shirt and underwear or do you wear pyjama bottoms?” He asked. “Depends if you’re staying over - I don’t wanna seem weird,” I replied. “You’re the weirdest person I know and there’s some competition with Sid there. So fuck it, undies or bottoms?” He laughed. “I usually just sleep in a shirt and my underwear,” I laughed back. He nodded and briefly exited the room, coming back with a pair of his pyjama bottoms in hand. All my friends - guys and girls - have stayed at my place at least once so the spare room is filled with their clothes from past visits.

Mick got into bed next to me and pulled me into his chest as he rubbed circles on the small of my back. “You okay now?” He whispered. I mumbled an ‘mhm’ and snuggled into him. I felt myself drift off to sleep, this time, my chest had butterflies and I had a smile on my face. I was happy.

[fuck1nposer]

How about a Sid x reader where reader is just a really calm person to mellow out his craziness and everyone is so shocked because they are polar opposites if you want to

✧ — it's almost ironic | sid wilson x reader

whenever you'd talk about your relationship, the "opposites attract" would always come up. the guys often joked about it and you'd simply laugh along, they did have a point.

— ✧

slipknot played live that night. sid climbed and jumped from the highest place possible, trying to impress you. after the show, your injured boyfriend came to you.

— y/n, y/n, did you see what i did up there? wasn't it crazy? dude, i swear it was insane — he said. even if he was drenched in sweat, he had plenty of energy left.

you gave him a warm smile and you helped him take his mask off, since he could barely move his arm.

— mhm. you did get hurt, though — you answered softly.

— well yeah, but what's life without a little risk am i right?

— absolutely not — interrupted mick, handing you a first aid kid — how the hell do you even put up with him y/n?

— yeah, it's almost ironic — added joey.

— that's a low point you guys, that's slander towards a disabled citiz- — sid yelled in pain when you tried to bandage his wound.

— sorry, baby — you kissed his cheek, he just smiled.

— see? i'm not some weird liability, y/n loves me.

— you go on stage for an hour and by the time you're back, your arm's already broken. how's that not a liability? — mick laughed at joey's comment.

sid simply brushed it off, because he was happy in a way. he had never felt this way for anyone. he never felt judged; no matter what crazy thing he did, no matter how he'd express himself, you never made him feel ashamed for being him, and that made him love you.

he was slipknot's insane daredevil. as fun as that was for the fans, he sometimes got insecure over his behaviour. you were really calm after all, he was scared at first that his energetic attitude would crush the dynamic between the both of you.

however, even if it seemed crazy to the rest, it just worked out.

— ✧

you were lying next to sid. you caressed his hair as you softly talked, he'd occasionally burst out laughing about anything. the rest were at the after party, but you wanted to stay in the tour bus since sid was in pain.

— hey y/n, thank you — he got serious all of the sudden.

— you don't need to thank me, sid — you smiled looking at him. you gave him a sweet kiss, and let him fall asleep next to you.

— ✧

ALRIGHT! that was it, i fucking loved the prompt but it took me a long time to think of an scenario because i'm as hyper as sid, I EVEN FRACTURED MY ARM LIKE A COUPLE WEEKS AGO because i was being stupid so, yeah. writing a chill y/n was something. but i hope you enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it <3 if anyone wants to send any prompt y'all are more than welcomed to!

[heyeva]

slipknot reaction: you confess your feelings for them first

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corey:

- you didn't even realise you said you had feelings for him until corey stopped and stared at you with a shocked expression

- "fuck, I shouldn't have said that. what the fuck do I do now"

- laughs at how panicked you look

- "you should have said it sooner. I have feelings for you too"

- you think he's playing with you until he gives you the biggest smooch you ever got in your life

- goes pretty well for you eheh

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joey:

- he was in a middle of an existential crisis and was really starting to feel like he was worthless and nobody cared for or loved him

- and you didn't even think, you just said it

- "if that's true then why do I love you joey?"

- "you what?" he asks you

- poor boy, he felt so shy when you said that

- you proceeded to explain that you do actually have feelings for him

- "i've also had feelings for you too... for a while now... I just didn't know how to say it"

- happy boy joey, will love you unconditionally

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chris:

- you both are drunk and it just slips out as one of those typical drunk confessions

- so you're just like

- "dude, you're attractive as fuck. i think i fell in love with you"

- and then he's like

- "dude, I think I love you too"

" dude"

"dude"

- and that's how it starts, he's so chill about it

- lowkey feels proud that YOU confessed to him

〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰 mick:

- you could definitely tell mick was into you but you knew he wouldn't confess first

- not even if the world was ending tomorrow... he just wouldn't do it

- so you decided to take the lead and do it yourself

- you just told him

- "hey so, please let me know if I'm wrong but I think you have feelings for me... if that's the case then I would like you to know that I have feelings for you too. if not, then please pretend I never said this"

- mick was the happiest guy on earth

- the relief he felt when you said that

- "thank GOD you said that, I was dying for you to figure out"

- becomes the softest guy towards you <3

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jim:

- you're friends but you guys always flirt and tease each other

- and people do actually think you're in a relationship

- so when people ask both of you go like: "us? together?? never in my life"

- well, both of you are certified liars

- you guys are absolute simps for each other

- one day you just decide to say it yourself

- "listen, I think it's enough with the games. I have feelings for you and I want something serious"

- happy jim because he genuinely likes you so much and now he knows you're his ehehe <3

〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰 sid:

- this fucking weirdo

- you guys were playing truth and dare

- of COURSE he asked you the question

- "y/n is it true that you have feelings for me?"

- "yes sid, it actually is"

- that SMILE HE HAD ON HIS FACE, LIKE HE HAD JUST WON THE LOTTERY

- straight up kisses you, he is so so so happy

- his ego went high high up

〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰 shawn:

- drops you hints every single dat that he's into you but he just doesn't want to say it in case you don't like him back :(

- but you do

- "I let you play this game for awhile now because think you're cute... I'm really into you Shawn"

- his reaction was priceless... his heart was full <3

- couldn't stop bragging about it to the guys...

〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰 craig:

- this is the other way around, you kept dropping hints but of course craig wasn't gonna do shit about it

- you genuinely thought he didn't like you... at all because he always seemed to be avoiding you

- only talked to you unless he really had to, and if you guys were in the same room he would be far away from you

-so, Craig is one of these people when he is into someone... it's his way of showing it

- once you say it he will open up and obviously let you know he feels the same for you

- also apologises for making you feel like he hated you when in reality he didn't

〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰 paul:

- most people already think you have something going on to be fair...

- always holding each other at all times

- always taking care of each other... sweet words... dates...

- one day you guys were just cuddling and you just felt the need to let him know

- his heart quite literally melt, he could swear he was the happiest man on earth

- gives you so many kisses after you said it

- he was waiting for this moment for so long :(

[13apocalypse]

Should i try writing for slipknot? Im new to the fandom so idk if ill be able to characterize the members well but i also wanna contribute to the community :) please send requests and let me know and ill give it a shot!