Slipknot x reader (one-shots)

29# Talented Hobbies.

Slipknot x Reader.

Summary : (Y/n), from another band has a secret hobby, but Slipknot finds out anyway.

Requested by : Anonymous.

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(Y/n) has been a close friend of Slipknot for quite a while, the fans find it remarkable how they aren't dead yet. Slipknot still has a very low profile in the metal world, but they're getting there and it's only a matter of time and connections now. 

Slipknot aside, (Y/n)'s little band, (Ba/n) is also getting it's fair share of attention of the right audience. It's a dream come true for both bands! Very hard to believe that they're success is rising, not matter how small it may be it's better than nothing. 
Of course, rising fame and fortune has it's pros and cons. It's way more stressful then when (Ba/n) was just a little garage band playing solely for the fun. 
The guitarist (Y/n) has been feeling more stressed than ever, nothing could have prepared them for something like this. 

Although, they seem to channel that stress way better than Slipknot does. The stress never gets to them, they are somehow able to keep their head cool. 
Which amazes Slipknot, they want to know how (Y/n) does it and what their secret is. 

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"what's up Ya'll." (Y/n) greets calmly with a little wave, entering the room that most of Slipknot has resided in. 
"(Y/n)! Yo!" Sid greets back happily, making (Y/n) smile brightly. They walk up to the couch that the DJ is sitting, stretching out before taking a seat right next to him. 
"How have all of you been doing?" (Y/n) asks to anyone in the room that's willing to answer. 
They all didn't look very happy. In fact, they look drained and tired. The hard work that goes into a growing band already getting to them. 
Not to mention how the media isn't very merciful to metal bands, judging every choice the band makes. Accusing them of worshiping Satan. 
Both Slipknot and (Ba/n) are from small towns in the mid-west. Small, routine driven and religious towns. 
 
"Could be better, i guess?" Jim questions his own answer. Tapping his chin as he starts to day dream again. 
(Y/n) offers a comforting smile to the guitarist. "Better than terrible, right?" They try to cheer him up. It doesn't seem to work, Jim's sour look didn't shift, he just looked away at the floor. 
(Y/n) is unsure of what to do, they have never encountered such a situation before. 
And are not sure how to react to it.
"Oh, man..." Is all that they can mumble out. 
It's silent for a moment, until Joey speaks up. "And how have you been?" He asks (Y/n), they smile at him. "I have been great, the touring season is over and Naomi is writing again for new material! I don't usually write, i put inputs sometimes. But Naomi still get's all the credit when it comes to writing." (Y/n) explains happily. Joey tilts his head quizzically, "Don't you get mad that you don't get credit?" He questions. Everyone else in the room now seem interested in (Y/n)'s answer to Joey's question. (Y/n) smiles softly and shake their head. "No, i don't really want credits anyway. I just play the bass lines." They chuckle. 
(Y/n) looks a lot more cheerier than the other band. They can only wonder how...

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Slipknot agreed to meet up at (Y/n)'s place for some relaxing that doesn't involve drugs and alcohol. The band reluctantly agreed with (Y/n) idea. Maybe it's one of (Y/n) methods of keeping their heads cool. Slipknot could learn from them indeed. 

"Hey, Jim!" Joey waves at his band-mates, then runs up to him. "Hi, didn't think you'd come Joey." Jim comments, looking down at the drummer with one eye-brow raised. 
Joey crosses his arms, "(Y/n) is fun to hang out with, they're calm. A nice change from all the Slipknot madness." he claims, Jim nods and agrees with the drummers statement. 
Eventually the whole band has grouped up at (Y/n) house, but the host themselves isn't anywhere to be seen. 

"Is (Y/n) joking with us?" Corey wonders out loud. Mick shakes his head, "No, (Y/n) isn't one for joking." the guitarist argues. "Then where are they??" The singer exclaims with arms wide. 
A whistle catches the band's attention. "maybe, they have their hands full right now?" Paul taps his chin as he's thinking out loud. 
Craig is standing on the left side of (Y/n)'s house, pointing to a road that leads to the back of the house. "Great idea, Craig. Let's go around the house and look there for an entrance." Clown says and takes the lead as the band goes around the house.

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The sketch is perfect, and now (Y/n) can work it out on canvas! It's always exiting to start with a clean canvas, create something out of nothing. It makes (Y/n) feel gifted, to say the least. 
Collecting all the items needed, they take it to a slim table beside to canvas to begin painting. 

The band look past a large bush. several heads poking out from behind the bush to look at the back porch. "Why are we sneaking?" Sid whispers at his band-mates. "It's, suspenseful..." Chris explains to the DJ. "Guys, look." Joey says after blowing Mick's hair out of his face, for the guitarist is looming over him completely. The drummer points at the back porch. 
The whole band leans forward in sync as the see (Y/n) sitting on the porch, painting on a large canvas. 
"Whoa, i didn't know (Y/n) paints..." Paul gapes, saying exactly what the rest of the band is thinking. "let me see!" Corey whisper-yells. The singer is unfortunate enough to be standing behind Jim. "Move aside." Corey pushes into the guitarists back. "I can't help it man..." Jim defends himself, pushing back at the singers hands that pushing on his back.  
"Shh!" Paul hushes the band, and they all quiet down again. Watching in awe at the activity that their friend (Y/n) is performing. 

"stop pushing me!" Joey whisper-yells at Mick, who is pushing the drummer forward to get a better look. 
"Guys, stop fighting." Chris panics, fearing that (Y/n) might catch them. 
"Ow." Joey hisses and jabs his elbow into Mick's gut. the guitarist grunts and steps back, standing on Paul's foot. A whole chain-reaction ensues.
The bassist yelps quietly and raises his hands to push Mick back, but accidentally hits Corey in the process. "arch!" Corey groans and collides with Craig, who bumps into Chris. 
Chris swings his arm to break his tumble and hits Shawn's head. 
Jim grabs onto the Clown's wrist into he can hit Chris back. 
Joey feels too claustrophobic to stay in this position and steps forward and out of hiding.

(Y/n) looks up upon hearing a noise and sees their drummer friend Joey standing there, looking like he got caught red-handed.
(Y/n) puts the brush down and tilts their head. 
"Joey, you're here. I thought we agreed to meet up an hour later." (Y/n) says, standing up and walking down the porch to meet up with the drummer. 
Joey rubs the back of his head, "uh, yeah, We're early." He laughs nervously. 
(Y/n) looks at him with confusion. "We?" they question. Joey is not alone?
Joey confirms with a nod, then gestures to the bushes next to the house. "Come on out guys, they know we're here." Joey says, waving with his arm as a gesture to get out. 
Each member of Slipknot emerges from behind the bushes one by one. 

"Hi (Y/n)." Sid waves frantically, acting like he's the innocent one in this whole ordeal. 
Craig also silently waves in greeting. 
"Well... You guys are early." (Y/n) says, putting their hands on their hips, giving the band a funny look. 
"Early?" Jim questions, scratching his chin. (Y/n) nods in confirmation, "As i said to Joey, I didn't expect you guys until an hour later really." (Y/n) repeats themselves calmly. They don't seem to be bothered at all at the band peeking on them while they paint. 
The whole band looks embarrassed at their little slip-up. 
(Y/n) notices their uneasiness, "Don't worry about it guys, no harm done!" They laugh, waving their hand in a dismissive gesture. 

The band eases up again, all smiling at (Y/n). 
(Y/n) twirls around and walks back towards the porch, gesturing for Slipknot to follow. 
"Come on guys, you must be thirsty. I got some sodas and games we can play to relax. It's what you came here for after all!" (Y/n) gleams, taking a host role as the band-members are guests on their property. 

"Hell yeah!" Sid beams, rushing after (Y/n), the rest of the band following inside to do what (Y/n) has planned.

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Here you go, i hope you like it. 

Thanks for reading. 
- Pennart.