Slipknot x reader (one-shots)

01# Raw Flesh

Joey Jordison x FemReader.

Summary: taking care of Joey's wounded hands for him as he obtained open blisters from the ongoing practising. 

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For you, hanging out with your friend is a rarity these days while the band is recording their album. Of course, you understand that he's very busy but damn, Joey is working non-stop.

It's not really like how it used to be before. It was still to a minimum, but now you almost never see him at all. Which is a shame, for you have really missed him over the past few weeks. Not to mention a bit worried about him.

And Joey doesn't look his very best as he's sitting right next to you.
He looks tired, completely drained of energy even. The bags under his Grey-blue eyes are undeniable. Slumped over with his forearms resting on his knees.
"wow, exhaustion already setting in?"
you attempt to make a joke, trying to lighten the mood a little bit. Though it doesn't seem to really work that much.
Joey lets out a deep sigh, takes one side-glance at you, hums in acknowledgement and looks back down at his burning hands that are pressed in between his knees. The pain to tough to resist, hoping that the pressure between his knees can ease the ache. The old worn bandages are not helping much. 
You stand up from the sofa that the two are sitting on and walk to the kitchen of their apartment to make some tea for your friend and yourself. 
Tea is something that always remains your top opinion. Tea reduces stress, and a stress reducer is something that Joey definitely needs. 

You quickly return to your friend, who hasn't moved an inch. Lost in his own dreamland as he stares a hole into the wooden floor of the living room. His expression solemn, you fear that he may fall asleep at any moment now. Hopefully, a nice hot beverage can make him feel a little better. Most likely not. 
"here." You offer the mug of steaming tea to Joey. He snaps out of his own mind, looking up at the mug
"thanks" he mumbles in response, raising both his hands that are strangely and crudely bandaged to take the mug from his friend. He winces a bit and his wounded hands touch the warm mug, making the wounds sting a little bit. 
"Relax for a moment okay? " you try your best to reassure him and help him relax, sitting comfortably back down next to him to drink your own beverage. 
In the corner of your eye, they watch as Joey struggles to hold the mug with both hands. You squint at the tape around his palms. 
You already have some idea of how it got there. His hands must be hurting after all those days of non-stop recording and drumming. Most likely he's not the only one that got this issue at the moment. You can imagine the guitarists and the bassist having the same problem right now. 

"uhh, What happened to your hands?" You ask, choosing your words carefully just to be sure that it's not something else that has happened. 
"hm?  Oh, nothing..." He dodges the question quickly and resumes drinking his warm beverage, avoiding your gaze. However, your gaze feels intimidating. 

You give him a look of concern. 
"You know I'm not blind Joey." You reply with a bit more assertiveness. You take the mug out of his hands to place it on the coffee table. Then you take both his hands into your to take a look at them.

"(Y/n) c'mon." Joey tries to warn, but you won't listen. Yes, it hurts but, he believes it's no big deal.
You inspect his hands, which are clumsily covered in tape, obvious open blisters still visible. Some blisters are so open they have started bleeding, dried blood caked upon the messy tape.

You mumble something inaudible, then start to peel at the tape to remove it.
"Hey, stop." The drummer hisses as the tape pull at his wounds, you still don't listen to him, continuing to remove the tape to reveal open blisters also slightly covered with dried blood.

"oh my God." You gasp softly as you look down at Joey's palms and fingers.
"I gotta take care of this. Stay right here. " You order strictly and then quickly get up and rush to the bathroom of your apartment to get all the things you need to help him. Joey looks after you, then back at his own hands. Yeah, does look really bad. Joey grimaces at the sight of it, and it stings.

Within minutes you return with the first aid kit and a washcloth and sit back down next to the musician.

"It's not a big deal (Y/n). Really. " Joey stubbornly defends himself.
You give him a look of shock.
"no big deal? Look at this. Does this really seem like no big deal to you?!" You grab hold of one of his hands, running the washcloth over his palm gently, to clean up the dried blood, and then repeat the action with his other hand.
Joey hisses at the feeling of the cold water running over the open burning blisters... It stings.
He does his best to keep his hands still so that you can help him. Stubbornness aside, he knows this is good for him and it has to be done.
He watches as you get disinfectant for the wounds and he silently prepares himself for the pain.

You pour the disinfectant on the wounds to clean them, "ow... Dammit. " Joey curses under his breath. His calloused fingers twitch as he does his best to keep his hands still.
"Sorry..." You apologize swiftly, then continue to gently clean the blisters up. It already looks so much better than it did before, clean wounds ready to heal. You work on his precious hands so gently, handling them with so much care. Your hands feel warm and your fingers are so soft compared to his calloused and blistered ones now. 

"there..." You mumble while concentrating on your work. Joey continues to stare and occupationally wince at the treatment. 
Lastly, you get some clean bandages and dress his wounds up neatly.

Once his hands are all wrapped up in bandages, you merely hold his hands in yours in an attempt to ease the pain.
Joey just notices that your hands are actually a little bigger than his own. Your fingers are a little longer than his.
You run your thumbs gently over his palms with a ghostly touch. "Better now, are we?" you ask him, smiling gently. 
Despite the light stinging, now that the wounds are properly treated it does feel a whole lot better. 
"Yeah... that's much better. Thanks." Joey sighs. It does feel better, and this way it will heal up and he can give it his all at the practising again.

You continue to hold his hands in your own, looking up his hands and into his eyes.
"take better care of these okay?, I'm quite fond of the person these hands belong to." (Y/n) smirks with a light blush dusting your cheeks. 
Joey looks back at you and smiles right back.
"I will." He replies with sincerity. 

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