tattered & torn | joey jordison x fem!reader

10. lazer tag

'dead souls' - nine inch nails

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You pressed the glass to your lips, taking a small sip of the fresh and hot coffee you had just made. The morning rays of sunlight flooding through the windows made you squint as you leaned against the fridge. You shaded your eyes from the light with your free hand, listening to Corey fiddle with the radio nearby. You turned to him slightly as you watched him twist the knobs and check the power plug, unable to get it to work.

"Piece of shit.." He muttered to himself, giving up and hitting the radio with his fist.

Miraculously, a static sound emerged from the radio, soon turning into a music station. Corey holds out his arms before facing you, his jaw dropped.

"Number one mechanic right here." He says, throwing his hands up in the air and walking over to the toaster, his toast popping up. You snort on your drink from his comment, making you cough wildly.

"Fuck!" You yell, the hot sensation burning your nose and throat. He starts cackling as focuses buttering his toast, his back facing you. You put a hand to your face as your nerves burned.

"You good?" He asks, turning his head around to you.

"I just snorted hot coffee, what do you think?" You say in between coughs, placing the glass from your hand onto the counter. You continue to cough as you made your way over to the sink, washing the cold water over your face and rinsing it into your mouth. You wiped your nose and mouth, your eyes widening a little as you looked at your hand. There was blood.

"Fuck I think I have a blood nose." You say, feeling an odd sensation drain from your nose.

"How?!" He says, his mouth full as he crunched on his toast.

"I don't know?! I think the heat from the coffee burst a vessel or something." You mutter, pulling away from the sink whilst holding the bridge of your nose with your head tilted back. You groped around for the tissue box that was nearby somewhere, eventually finding it and pulling a tissue out of it. You scrunched it up and placed it against your nose, continuing to notice the uncomfortable feeling of blood pouring out of your nostrils.

"See? You're a tough girl, you're fine." Corey says, patting you on the back once before taking another bite of his toast. You grumbled at his response, letting him walk away. You threw a middle finger at his back quickly as he soon sits down onto the couch, grabbing for the TV remote on the coffee table.

"Guess I'm not drinking this anymore.." You mumble to yourself, grabbing your glass of coffee and walking over to the sink. You watched as you poured it down the drain, the dark brown liquid disappearing from sight. You rinsed the glass before placing it upside down in the basin, walking to the living room and grabbing the tissue box on the way. You slumped next to Corey and watched some morning cartoons, swapping your completely bloodied tissues for fresh ones. Time passed by as you kept exchanging them.

"Jesus Christ woman, how are you losing that much blood." He said, staring at the now four drenched tissues on the table.

"There's more where that came from." You mutter, smirking slightly.

"What?" He replies.

Before you could embarrassingly explain what you meant, James walks into the room, pulling a large Metallica t-shirt over his bare chest. He shoves a hand into a pocket of his baggy shorts as he rubbed his eye with the other.

"Alright, what the fuck happened here." He says, staring at the tissues on the table.

"I made (Y/N) laugh and she snorted on her coffee and now her nose won't stop bleeding." Corey explained. James giggled a little as he walked into the kitchen, soon preparing a coffee for himself.