Slipknot x reader (one-shots)

20# Midnight With Corey.

Corey Taylor X Reader.

Summary : (Y/n) has a nightmare and goes to the kitchen to get a drink and calm down. They meet Corey there too.

(A/n) : damn, finally a Corey one. Took me long enough.

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(Y/n)'s eyes snap over after getting caught by whatever what chasing them in their dream. A horrific dream at that.
They stay frozen in the uncomfortable position they woke up in. Hoping the the presence they feel in the dark room will disappear if they stay still long enough.

Once the feeling has waved over, (Y/n) let's out a big breath that they had held in.
They can't be in this room anymore, and get a feeling of dread, they need to get out.
(Y/n) shifts in their bed and turns on the lamp on the nightstand.
The light illuminates the room, casting the shadows away. Taking a quick glance at the alarm clock, 03:25 in the morning. ugh...

(Y/n) sighs, feeling light headed. Perhaps a glass of water can help them ease up? Yeah.
They slide out of the bed, putting on some baggy sweats and leaving the room.
Tip-toeing through the hall, staying quiet to keep the others asleep, they need their sleep a whole lot more after such a tough day for them. The band was arguing once again... And it made (Y/n) partly responsible of the fight. They were around during rehearsals when they really shouldn't have been...
Perhaps the negative feeling caused tonight's nightmare?

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In the kitchen, (Y/n) turns on a dim light and gets the dirty glass that hey have been using all day yesterday...Or a view hours ago.
Filling it with water, they take a seat at the dining table and think, rubbing their head and their messy bed hair.

What if they were distracting this band of their work? How can they, (Y/n) always makes sure to stay out of their way or not disturb when the band is rehearsing.
"could it be my fault?" They wonder softly out loud.

"Your fault for what?" A new voice shatters the silence. (Y/n) nearly jumps a hole in the ceiling.
Twisting their head, they spot Corey standing at the entrance of the kitchen smirking at (Y/n). "Hi." He greets with a little wave. (y/n) merely shakes their head and looks back down.
"You're up late." He comments and enters the kitchen. Getting his won glass of water and sitting opposite of (Y/n) the able.

"I didn't wake you up did i?" (Y/n) asks after taking a sip of the cool water, it calms them down.
Corey shakes his head. "nah, i was still awake." He says, intertwining his own finger on top of the table.
"what could you possible be doing at Three in the morning?!" (Y/n) raises their voice in surprise a bit.
Corey shrugs, "got some writing to finish, I do that often."he explains matter-of-factly.
"oh, of course..." (Y/n) sighs, looking down at the still left over water in the glass before them.

The singer leans forward slightly.
"you okay (Y/n)? You look a little pale." he asks, concern lacing his voice.
(Y/n) groans, pinching their nose and rubbing their eyes with their fingers.
"It's nothing severe. I just had a... Freaky nightmare is all..." they explain to the singer. They are staring of into space while their eyes still gaze at the glass. (Y/n) can only wonder what the meaning of it could be.
"so, you just had to get up and leave right?" the singer asks, (Y/n) nods and runs their hand through their hair again, letting out a big sigh.

Corey scans (Y/n)'s expression, and knows there is something on their mind that they are not telling him.
"something else on your mind?" He asks, and then takes a drink of his own glass of water.
(Y/n) let's out a big sigh.
"do you think i'm... in the way?" (Y/n) finally opens up about their concerns to the front-man.
Corey looks at (Y/n) quizzically.
"what'd ya mean?" he asks.
(Y/n) ponders to answer, not really ready for an answer to a problem that has been eating at them for a long while.

"oh, you know..." (Y/n) begins, fiddling with the rim of the glass.
"the band is working hard and i'm just...kinda here." They continued.
Corey has a look of surprise on his face, he doesn't say anything and let's (Y/n) continue speaking.
"I kind of feel like i'm in the way. maybe I should leave you guys to it." The confess. It feels strange to talk about your insecurities openly. But it also feels a bit uplifting too. Maybe Corey can help them with it? Surely.

The singer stares for a while.
Not believing what he hears. (Y/n) has never been 'in the way' as they claim to be. In fact, (Y/n) is a big help for the band. They always make sure to not bother Slipknot when the band is working.
(Y/n) is always there to remind the band to take care of themselves when they forget. (Y/n) makes sure that the band rests, or at least go to bed on time. They make lunch for them sometimes and gives the band treats to enjoy on rarer occasions.
Corey is not happy with (Y/n) feeling like they are a burden to the band. He's almost mad at them.

"no way in hell you're 'in the way' (Y/n)." Corey objects, using air-quotes.
(Y/n) looks up and at the singer. A look of surprise on their face at what Corey has just says.
"You're not in the way at all!" He stands up from his seat, the wooden chair sliding back with a squeak.
"You help us in so many ways." He begins, looking (Y/n) square in the eyes.

"You help us keep the place intact. You make sure we stay healthy. You talk to us when we're down! And i love it when you bring sweets!" Corey lists off a bunch of ways (Y/n) helps the band.
(Y/n) look at him in shock. They were never aware that they have taken on a caretaker role for the band.
It's in their nature to care.

The singer reaches over and takes one of (Y/n)'s hands in his.
"rather we'd admit it or not. The band...kinda needs you here." He says, rubbing his thumb over the back of (Y/n)'s hand.
"like, we' d probably be dead without you." Corey let's go of (Y/n)'s hand.
(Y/n) gives him a look of suspicion, "What about the argument yesterday?" They ask.
Corey chuckles uncomfortably, "That was my fault, don't worry about it."

(Y/n) stares at the singer for a while, then their expression shifts into one of happiness.
"wow, thanks Corey. That really makes me feel a whole lot better." they say with a genuine smile.
"I really needed that."
They stand up from their seat, discarding the half-full glass in the sink and Corey does the same with his.

"I'm telling the truth." he shrugs, flashing a cheeky grin making (Y/n) chuckle.
Suddenly, (Y/n) yawns. Corey subconsciously follows after them with a yawn of his own.
"I think I'm ready to catch just a bit more sleep." (Y/n) says with a groggy tone.
"me too." the singer pats (Y/n) on the shoulder as the leave the kitchen back to the hall.

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"goodnight Corey. Be sure to get some sleep okay?" (Y/n) turns back to look at the singer one last time before going back to sleep.
Corey chuckles, "I promise ya. Goodnight." he says before entering his own room and closing the door.

(Y/n) closes their bedroom door after. They enter the room, ready to catch up on some needed rest.

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My main trope is mostly Reader being the 'mom friend' of the band.

Thanks for reading.
- Missalot.