Slipknot x reader (one-shots)

17# The Neighbors treat.

Joey Jordison X Reader.

Summary : (Y/n)'s neighbor Joey shows up at their door one evening with a homemade Lasagna.

(A/n): this was inspired by a Tumblr post i saw, i reblogged  it and it's on my writers blog somewhere. 
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The drummer has a new neighbor, after the house has been on sale for a few months. And he's curious about who this new neighbor just might be. They haven't introduces themselves yet to him, nor has he got the change to say hi to them. 
So Joey is low-key stalking his neighbor from the safe distance of his own house, in hope that he can find a moment where they are outside of their house and he can introduce himself to them. 

He discovers a moment, when the new neighbor is taking care of the front garden. Perhaps when they are in the front garden he can talk to them, yes good idea!

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(Y/n) is placing the last patch over flower into hole they dug for it. 
Patting the soil around the plant to make it feel right at home. All the flowers are planted, on one side... (Y/n) sighs, they still have a long way to go.

"Hello!" A voice startles (Y/n) and they jump back on their feet, looking around for the source of a noise. 
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." (Y/n) turns an sees a man with long dark hair, he's holding up his hands in defense. 
"oh, no it's okay." (Y/n) chuckles, brushing off the dirt from their coveralls.
"who are you?" (Y/n) asks tilting their head to one side. 
Joey smiles a big smile, pointing at himself.
"I'm Joey Jordison, I'm your neighbor on the right." He introduces himself, pointing at his own house next to their neighbors.
Joey's neighbors smiles, "nice to meet you Joey, my name is (Y/n) (L/n)." (Y/n) takes off their glove and offer the drummer a handshake, which he gladly takes. "nice to meet you too." Joey replies with a chuckle. 

Joey glances around (Y/n) garden, looking for a subject to talk about.
"so, you like gardening?" He asks, shoving his hands into the pockets of his trousers. He feels a little awkward, but nothing he can't handle.

"ah, not usually." (Y/n) laughs, looking around themselves and their garden.
"but when I moved here the front-garden looked awful and I just had to fix that." They smile, which the drummer can't help bit return. 
"nice. sooo... what made you move here? i mean here in Iowa of all fucking places." He asks, slightly gesturing to the environment around the two people.
(Y/n) merely shrugs, "It's nice and quiet here, i like that." They answer to his question. Joey can agree to that a little, this town is pretty quiet. So he sort of assumes that his neighbor is a reserved person. 

(Y/n) lifts their gardening-glove to take a look at their watch and see the time. 
"oh, it have to get ready and get to work, talk to you later Joey." (Y/n) gets ready to take their things inside, not before The drummer stops them, "wait, what kind of work do you do?" He stammers a little. (Y/n) chuckles, "i give workshop lessons in cooking. pretty populiar with young adults. bye!" They reply and then leave to prepare for work. 
"Okay, bye!" Joey waves goodbye, before awkwardly turning to leave and get to his own house. 

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"I finally got a chance to talk to my neighbor." The drummer speaks up after being silent for a long while. 
Chris looks up from what he was writing down. 
"oh yeah! You said you had a new neighbor. How are they?" He asks Joey, who shrugs. "Not really sure yet, didn't talk to them long enough." He replies. 
"well, let me know once you get to know them." Chris say before he turns back to his work. Joey does the same. 

Joey has been annoying the band with his stories of his neighbor. Everyone now knows about (Y/n), Joey's mysterious neighbor. Somehow everyone can tell that Joey has taken interest in his neighbor, which they think is weird. And that really says something. 

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The past few days, just before the Band is planned to go on tour in Europe. Joey has tried to get to know his neighbor. It's alone a few days before the tour, and he wants to leave an impression in (Y/n)before he leaves. 

Once he got to know (Y/n) a bit more. He finds out they like giving cooking lessons, but not cooking at home. They always have take-out or instant meals, they don't wanna preform their work in their free time. 
So, he decides that he's going to surprise (Y/n) with a homemade meal for them. That would surely win him their appreciation. And perhaps, maybe he can impress them with a home-cooked meal! And he could get tips and tricks on how to do it better next time. Yeah! 

Around the evening, Joey is finally done with his lasagna, he then packs it up to take it to (Y/n)'s house next door. 
He's already preparing for (Y/n)'s to tell him off, but he has high hopes that he can impress them with his average cooking skills. 

With a stupid smile on his face, he closes his own front-door. He feels giddy, a from of happiness bubbling in his gut. He's sure now, for sure. 
However, there is a hint of nervousness in that happiness, naturally. 
He opens the little gate that protects the front-garden, it's a beautiful garden that (Y/n) has put their own hard work in. 
Upon arriving at (Y/n) front-door, he rings the door-bell. He knows that they should be home by now, at least he hopes. 
He balances on his heels, nervousness growing with every second. Oh Fuck! he forgot to rehearse what's he's going to say!

The door opens revealing (Y/n), who seems to just have cleaned themselves up after a hard day of working. 
"oh, good evening Joey. What brings you to my front-door?" They ask with a tired smile. 
Joey feels nearly all his bravery leave his body and ascend to heaven. 
"Uhh..." He stammers, clutching the tray of lasagna. 
(Y/n) looks down at what's in the drummers hands and points at it. 
"what you got there? It smells really good." They comment and Joey turns red in the face. 
"ah, i uhh.. made lasagna for you." He stutters,  offering the tray to (Y/n). 
(Y/n) eyes light up and their whole expression gleams. 
"Oh wow, Joey thank you so much! I'm sure it will be great." (Y/n) says with glee. Ready to take the tray from him, they place their hands on his. They stop just before taking the food from his hands. 
"Say, why don't we have dinner together? If you're not busy that is." (Y/n) suggests, pulling at the tray but pulling him along with the tray inside. 
"ah, yeah i got time." He agrees with a sharp nod. (Y/n) grins and pulls on the tray and his hands harder, pulling him inside their house, closing the door behind him. 

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"I'm very curious about your lasagna Joey, you wanted to impress me didn't you?" Teases, watching Joey cut a piece of the Italian meal out of the tray and onto a plate. 
Joey blushes again, not turning to look at (Y/n) to hide his beat red face. "Yeah." He chuckles, cutting out another piece out for himself. 

"Here you go, enjoy." the drummer says while he hands the plate to (Y/n), who smiles at and responds with a "thank you". 
Joey takes his own plate and takes a seat sort of next to (Y/n) at the table, sitting at the other corner so he can still see them and sit close enough to talk to them. 
"You try first." He say, gesturing to the food that's laying before (Y/n). 
(Y/n) laughs, "I already thought you were going to say that." They take a knife and fork to cut a piece of to eat. The lasagna has cooled down a bit and id now warm enough to eat. 
(Y/n) takes a bite and chews, tasting the flavor and Joey's cooking skills. 
Joey waits for a reaction, he really wants to know what (Y/n) thinks about his cooking. 

(Y/n) swallows, turning to the drummer and showing a big smile. They put their thumbs up, indicating that it's good. 
"It great Joey! You really got a good flavor and used the right spices in the meal!" They compliment before quickly taking another bite to continue eating, not wanting to let anything go to waste. 
Joey can't control his smile, getting a compliment from (Y/n) about his cooking is the best thing he has heard all week. 
"Thanks (Y/n). " he says, the redness on his face never ceasing. 
(Y/n) laughs with a mouthful. 
"No, thank you for the delicious lasagna." They says with a wink.  

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This turned out longer than i had intended, oh well. 

Thanks for reading!
- Missalot.