#the lack of tags I know for slipknot Fics is crazy…

[makos-hotbox]

S H A W N from the knot that slipped

LARGE FONT VER.

/ — thank you for sending this moss :) first slipknot req finally lets go babeyyy! Also this is intended to be platonic! /

… 𝐇𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐃

`⌁ ◜ 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝! 𝐰𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲! ◞

The room was filled with broken and out of sync music. Recordings of the guitars and other drums were heard as Shawn continued to try and find a good sound to play. You were sprawled out on the old couch in the corner. Half asleep as you waited for your only ride home to finish his workaholic state.

Since nine in the morning, you have been in the studio with the rest of the band. Trying to cook up a new song, and very slowly at that. Barely any work has gotten done as everyone was stumped. Now it was ten at night and you were waiting for Shawn to finish his idea.

He was your only ride back home since everyone left while you were in the bathroom. More loud drums filled the room for a period of time, driving you insane. It was late and you just wanted to go home, was that too much to ask?

Remembering the countless times you and Sid have smoked in this room, you said fuck it and grabbed the pre-roll that was stashed in your bag. You know… for times when one of your closest buddies is being too stubborn.

Shawn was watching as you shuffled around searching for your joint. He knew exactly what it was you were looking for and he didn’t care. As long as you would stay busy so he could piece together a good track. You sat back down on the couch and cracked open the window behind you.

Lighting up, you spent the next few minutes smoking in silence as various causes and banging were heard around the room. Nothing out of the norm, wouldn’t be the worst you’ve seen from a simple mistake. As you were spacing out, an idea sparked in your head.

While it was a bit dangerous to purposely irritate him more, you were never going to get home if you let Shawn continue to work. So while he silently looked over his notes, you took a long and deep inhale of smoke. Purposely blowing it all out with an exaggerated sigh. He only shot you a confused glance before you did it again.

And again, and again. Each time you did it, Shawn only grew more irritated. The constant obnoxious exhaling coming from you was driving him insane. Every puff was louder than the other, either a yawn or heavy exhale. It was annoying and that’s what you wanted. He couldn’t focus on anything, not even a simple rhythm.

Slamming his head down into the drum, Shawn groaned loudly as you exhaled smoke again. “You! Be quiet. Your breathing is distracting me.” He lectured, even pointing an insulting finger towards you.

“Oh, okay, yeah. I’ll just stop breathing.” You replied sassily, rolling your eyes.

“Thank you. That’ll be very fucking helpful.” Shawn commented with just as much sass. It was kind of funny, you had to hold back a laugh. Before you could give another remark, he started playing the drums again.

Turns out, he finished the first part quickly. No errors and exactly what he wanted. Shawn turned around in his chair to face you again with a grin on his face. Holding a thumbs up it quickly fell seeing you slumped on the couch with a bored look on your face as you stared at him. “You good?-“

“I wanna go home.”

“Well it’s not that la…” and it was. It was late. The clock struck midnight not too long ago and you were fighting sleep. Finally satisfied, Shawn decided it was finally time to pack up. Grabbing his bag along with yours, he helped drag you off of the comfy couch.

“Let’s get you home then, kid.” Shawn patted your back, leading you to his car. Helping you as you stumbled on your legs, both from the smoking and the lack of sleep.

You relaxed in the passenger's seat with a couple jackets laid out on you as blankets. It was more comfortable than you would have thought and that was more than enough. “Did you at least… -yawn- get your piece done?” You asked, watching out the window as he began to leave the studio.

“Of course i did. If I didn’t, you would be fast asleep on the couch.”

“Thought so…”

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