a/n: i'm not sure how well this concept will play out, so if you want to you can totally skip this one. it's mostly self indulgent anyway lol
also! will be doing different povs for this one just for some practice in doing different stuff; lmk if you like it!
your pov
Joey and I are taking a nice walk late at night. We love to stalk about and pet the stray cats around and look at the stars.
Mostly I like to hold onto him while he talks to me. His voice is so calming to me.
I've just got my arm over my adorable metalhead husband's shoulders while I'm playing with his hair.
"Oh my god, is that Tux?" Joey asks, leaning down to greet a stray tuxedo cat trotting up to us.
"It is!" I add as I crouch down to pet the cat. "Hello, sir! How are you? We've missed you!"
"Come here," Joey picks Tux up and kisses the cat's head. "You look so shiny, did someone brush you?"
"What a handsome man."
"Thank you," Joey grins.
"Not you, fucker," you scoff and scratch behind Tux's ears. Tux nuzzles into Joey's face and gives us both a little trill before he moves against Joey's arms to signal he wants to go free again.
Joey lets the cat go and we continue our walk down the street next to a cemetery.
"I proposed to you over there," Joey motions to the bench under a weeping willow near a mausoleum.
"You say that every time we pass by it," I pull Joey close to me by his shoulders and kiss his temple. And every time it makes me remember that day. My husband grabs my left hand on his shoulder and kisses the ring.
"I know," Joey hums.
We keep walking down the street, noticing a few other people in and around the cemetery. It's an odd time to be in it, but as professional alts, we get it. You gotta get spooky sometimes.
"Hey! Sto-" a woman yells from the cemetery. Joey and I exchange a glance.
"What the hell?" I ask, taking a few steps over to the cemetery gates to see two people struggling against another pair that seem to be mugging them.
Joey pulls the gate open and lets me in as we stalk over to examine the scene from behind a tree.
"You know that knife I hate you carry?" Joey asks.
"I have it," I reply as I step out from behind the tree with my hand on the blade at my hip.
"No, don't-" my partner tries to grab me, but I've already moved too far away for him to grab me without blowing his cover.
"Is there a problem here?" I approach the people getting mugged. I push my trench coat back to grab my knife.
"Hel--" a young woman is restrained under a man's grip.
"Not at all. You got any money on ya?" the man smirks.
Joey comes up from behind the man and kicks his knee out, freeing the young woman as I threaten the other mugger restraining a guy by pulling out my knife and moving to hurt him with it. He taunts me before scuttling away when the knife gets a bit too close to his arm.
"Are you guys okay?" I ask as I help the guy up, feeling warm dampness leaking through his shirt. "You're bleeding."
"She is too," Joey approaches me.
"Please don't hurt us," the guy begs.
"Hey, we're here to help," I sheath my knife. "I'm Y/n, this is my husband Joey."
3rd person
Y/n and Joey eventually convince the other couple, named Brooke and Sam, to return to their house to recover.
Brooke and Sam, just now seeing the couple in full light, are taken aback. They must admit that never before had they imagined that people who look (bluntly) quite scary, have come to their rescue. The couple offers them hospitality, tea, and Y/n even addresses their wounds.
"This is gonna sting, okay?" Y/n looks up at Brooke. They begin to pour a little bit of hydrogen peroxide on Brooke's cut. Brooke flinches in pain, making Sam next to her grab her arm and glare at Y/n.
"Let them be, they know what they're doing," Joey admonishes as he brings some tea into the living room.
"Why, you hurt each other a lot?" Sam snaps.
"Hey, we're helping you, asshole," Y/n reprimands Sam. "He's a musician and used to get hurt a lot in concert, so I got used to patching him up. The insinuation that I'd think of hurting him is deeply offensive."
"Okay, damn."
"Aw, you're protective of him!" Brooke smiles.
"Hold still," Y/n commands. "I'm almost done. And, why wouldn't I be? He's my husband after all."
Brooke studies the couple in front of her as Joey helps Y/n with every step of wrapping Brooke's cuts. He moves with everything Y/n does, as if they're telepathically connected.
"What's Slipknot?" Sam inquires as he looks around the room.
"Uh, that's a band I'm in," Joey replies. "I'm the drummer."
"You wear masks? That's kinda scary."
"It's symbolic of ourselves and our personalities," the man replies. "And they also look better than our faces."
"Shut it, your faces are fine," Y/n mutters, finishing the wrapping. "Sam, give me your arm."
Sam is hesitant. Something about these people feels a bit weird. Maybe it's that it's a couple who are probably in their 30s who still wear eyeliner and dress like edgy teenagers. That is rather uncommon. Besides, he could beat the hell out of the guy. Joey's got small arms.
"It's okay," Brooke mouths with a gentle smile.
Sam pushes his sleeve up with a badly concealed groan in pain and lays his forearm into Y/n's hands. He observes carefully as the woman repeats her cleaning process on his own injury.
"You may need stitches, but I can't tell since there's so much blood on it," Y/n comments. "Joey, get some cool water, please."
Joey nods and leaves the room as commanded.
"How long have you been married?" Sam asks with a shaky breath.
"5 years," Y/n smiles. "Our anniversary was a month ago today."
"Aw, you seem really good together."
"Thank you, and likewise. You remind me of us when we were younger."
"Huh?" Sam scoffs.
"Do not tense too much. Are you genuinely surprised?" Y/n looks up at Sam.
"I mean, yeah," Sam scans the scene around him, pausing his gaze at the many horror movie posters and general horror accoutrement, the Slipknot and Murderdolls stuff, and any other metal or goth band stuff.
"I believe that you're making the divisions between us greater than they are. Joey and I met when we were teenagers, before Slipknot even began. We bonded over our shared passion of music. He taught me how to play a bit of guitar and properly metal scream, while I helped him with styles and other forms of art. Despite how he looks, Joey is the most loving, caring, and gentle person I've ever met, and I absolutely adore him. Maybe alternative people scare others a bit, but most of us are nice people who happen to have another form of self expression from you," Y/n replies. "The way you look at each other is what I hope my husband sees when I look at him. You clearly truly love each other."
Joey smiles from the living room threshold, silently approaching you and pretending like he didn't just have his heart melt all over the floor because you just said you adore him.
"So, enough about me, what do you two do?" you inquire.
"Uh...we're influencers," Brooke replies.
Y/n and Joey exchange a look for a fraction of a second.
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part ii is coming