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Content/Warnings: Friends to more (???), flirting, intoxication (fear toxin), needles, not proof read, comic reference teehee, Jonathan liking fear/pain a little too much (duh).
Summary: You were always colder towards your colleagues, except for one who would try and make you change your mind about being nice to him.
A/N: This is kind of a vague fic in terms of which scarecrow variant I’m talking about (this is on purpose), so it might seem a little OOC or odd for certain variants… or just in general, I’ve lost my writing spark, so sorry! :<
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Papers. So many papers. The smell of dust filled the time capsule of an office- the room of your former colleague Jonathan Crane. One day he got fired, all of the rumors of why you chose to ignore. He wouldn’t do tests on students of the altitude they spoke of, he was a very sweet man- a brilliant one at that. There was no way he’d start obsessing over fear to the point it’d leak into his education. You heard a lot of accusations and conspiracy theories of what happened but it was all blasphemous, in all honesty you just wished you knew where he was, you wanted to make sure he was alright. Jonathan was always frequently picked on by the other professors, and even some of the students at times, it broke your heart. So since you couldn’t find him, you very politely asked the chancellor for a key to Jonathan’s old office, which with a few eyelash flutters and one off glances, he gave it to you eagerly.
The room you stood in currently was a mess. It was a fairly pristine school, so professors having an office wasn’t shocking, but his was tiny. The office was a mess, and it was clear it wasn’t his own doing, Jonathan would never destroy his office like this, right? Old papers covered the floor, pens scatted along with them, but something was left right on his desk. It was a picture of the two of you, and you remember it well since you took it- but something was wrong, very wrong. The side of the photo with you on it was torn off, leaving only him. You had worried maybe he hated you, blamed you for his firing even though you truly didn’t have a reason for being blamed. Unsure as to why you slipped the photo from its frame taking a good look at it, even as the lights in the halls all shut. The school was closing early you assumed, but you couldn’t stop looking at him. The only coworker you had who appreciated your work, your prowess, he looked past your gorgeous figure and your elegantly crafted face. It’s a shame you’d most likely never see him again.
Your skin grew goosebumps but you weren’t sure why, it was almost instinctual- a gut feeling- someone was watching you. You saw a figure leaning in the doorway, barely able to make out who it was in the dark you jumped at the sight “Gosh-! Warn someone next time you stand mysteriously in a dark doorway.” The person chuckled, moving closer to you “But why should I? I like it when you’re scared…” his voice, it almost sounded like “Jonathan?” Your reaction had him chuckling as he slowly stepped closer towards you, one foot at a time “That’s my name, and it sounds beautiful coming out of your mouth.” You backed up into his dusty old desk “What’s wrong with you- why are you talking to me like this?” He grew ever so closer, his hands planted on both sides of you, pressing into the desk as his masked face finally revealed itself to you “I finally have a second skin… now I can finally do what I’ve always wanted, no more being bound by visual appearance or outside torment.” You lurched your head back away from him, feeling freaked out by his new attitude and… interesting fashion choices. “Get off of me, Jonathan.” He tutted, a finger raising to your lips to silence you “My names not Jonathan anymore- at least not when I wear this mask- you may call me Scarecrow.” You brushed him off, giggling to yourself “Scarecrow? If this is some weird kink thing you could’ve asked first… especially since you were gone for so long, a greeting would’ve been nice.” He groaned quietly behind the mask, yet you couldn’t decipher whether it was out of disdain or contempt. Jonathan shook his head “No, dear… this isn’t a ‘weird kink thing’ as you so gracefully put it.”
Observing him you continued to pester him, as he seemed more acclimated to a conversation now “so you’re masking… literally. I don’t know how healthy this is for you, Jon-“ “-I’m perfectly fine, my dear, I feel better now than I have my whole life… and that’s why I came to find you.” The closer Jonathan got the more you could feel his cold breath and intimidating stare through the mask. “Me? For what reason, Mr. Crane?” “Scarecrow.” He corrected, but you only smirked in response “I’m not calling you that.” He hummed in pleasure, as if he enjoyed your disobedience “fine, have it your way.” He stood up, the tips of his fingers gently caressing your jaw as he gazed down upon you “I want you to join me in this new life, become my mistress of fear… we can learn so much about fear together, stir as much chaos as we’d like- wouldn’t you like to torture all of those men who’ve objectified you and spat on your work as if you’re not the most brilliant specimen I’ve ever seen?” He was oddly convincing, though you weren’t sure how to take the “specimen” comment. The romantic intentions seemed to pop out, but you couldn’t assume he loved you yet- though would you be complaining? “I’m sorry- ‘Mistress of Fear’?” You questioned, to which he answered accordingly “indeed, I’ve created this new concoction that lets people be engulfed by their deepest fears… I’ve made so much progress, delved so far into the twisted roots of the human mind… I want you to join me in this journey, it’ll achieve so much for us.” Admittedly you had thought about it for a second, “I- no, no Jon. You seem unwell, if you need someone to talk to-“ “I don’t need to talk!” He yelled, slamming his fists on the desk you still sat on- in a protective response you slapped him in the face. You immediately felt bad as you watched his hand reach for his cheek “I’m- I’m so sorry… you just scared me-“ those words, the way his hand lingered on the spot you hurt, all of it had him acting in an unusual way. “Oh my…~ that’s quite a reaction… do it again.” “No!” With an upset huff, he mumbled “evil woman…~” he tilted his head and thought for a few more moments before quietly asking “is there anyway I can convince you, dear?” For a moment you wanted to say no, but you continued to think about it.
He was a smart man, one you’ve trusted before, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. Besides, it didn’t seem like he’d hurt you, right? “Can you just… take the mask off? I want to talk with you- not this.” Silence followed before the man stood up in his lanky glory, slowly peeling the mask from his head. “This is what you wanted, the grotesque image of what’s supposed to be my face.” Your hands took his after he laid the mask down reluctantly “this is exactly what I wanted, Jonathan.” You could see the tips of his ears grow pink at your words “why do you insist on talking to me this way? Especially when I’ve developed such a perfect shell.” Jon’s thumbs caressed the back of your hands as you held them “Because this is you, and I like you, Jonathan. I’ve made it very clear since we met that you’re the only person here I’d ever enjoy a conversation with. Even though you’ve worried and scared me I still trust you because I know you.” You leaned up and pressed your forehead to him with closed eyes, and you could feel the weight of his head begin to rest on yours in reciprocation. “You sweet thing… you mean more than the world to me.” There was suddenly a sharp pinch at your neck- in his hands was a syringe filled with an orange fluid that drained into your body “Which is why I’m so excited to keep you around, my Mistress of Fear.” Your worst fears caved in around you surrounding the two of you as he held you so dearly, Jonathan laughed madly as he saw the fear in your eyes.
“This’ll be so much fun, won’t it?”
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A/N: Of course, I live to serve the small Heavy Trip fanfic community. I hope you enjoy! I lowkey don’t entirely know how to write making out because I’m inexperienced as hell- but I tried my best. Thank you, story is under the cut! 🖤
Heavy Trip Makeout Headcanons
Content/Warnings: Horrible writing, slightly proofread, gets a little steamy and mentions of adult topics but nothing too explicit or graphic.
Jynkky
His hands tended to drum little patterns into your skin, whether it was a song the band wrote or someone else's, you always tried to guess the song... unfortunately you were usually wrong, but he found it cute when you tried to guess the song and started doing it more often.
Being a bigger guy never got to him in recent years, and having a stunning partner like you made it even better. In fact, you enjoyed wearing his larger clothes and he enjoyed seeing you in them. He'd let you wear all of his shirts to bed, and when you wanted to surprise him you'd wear his shirt... only his shirt. Seeing you dressed like that stoked a prideful fire inside of him which only made the steamy moments even better.
When things heated up a bit more, if you were in public he'd find a more out of the way area so the two of you could make out. He understood that you were a tad bit nervous about public displays of affection in the more crowded areas of the village, so he'd make sure to find a place where you were the most comfortable. And when he did-
"kultaseni... mm, how I've missed your lips." His words made your heart flutter, and now with your arms wrapped around him and fingers tangled in his hair, he knew his charm was working. "So cheesy..." as the words muffled between your mouths, his chest rumbled with laughter "you love it." "I do..."
"I love you." "I love you too."
No matter how intimate, he always made sure you knew just how loved you were.
Lotvonen
He was a fiery thing, when he got his hands on you he fell absolutely head over heels. With this newfound romance between you two, he tried his damn hardest to be a romantic... which lead to many nights of him being extra with random flower petals (he couldn't find roses) and your half burned candles on the nightstand.
His moves were cheesy, cliche... but damn it if they didn't work. Most nights after a long day of work and practice would lead him home to you. Tired kisses were pretty common on the weekdays, and while you adored the very energetic side of him something about his slow kisses made you feel this unexplainable feeling. He'd ramble on about nothing and yet everything at the same time between the gut wrenchingly slow parting of your lips.
The weekends were a different story. He was all over you, peppering kisses all over your face, hell sometimes he'd even lick you just because he felt like it. He did a lot of stuff because his brain told him too, very impulsive- for instance, on one occasion he randomly bit your nose and it caught you so off guard he ended up sleeping by your feet like a dog... you didn't tell him to, but he felt like "punishment was needed."
"Babe, please come lay with me-" "no... I've ruined your trust in me." As you sat up to look at the curly haired man lying by your feet, you thought of a good way to convince him back to your side. "If you don't lay next to me then I suppose I'll just have to never kiss you again..." the blonde perked up, scrambling to your side pleading for forgiveness right before he peppered your skin, body and all, with tender kisses.
You ended up going to the family breakfast in the morning with a turtleneck.
Turo
When Miia was just about leaving the village for education, she almost entirely denied Turo's romantic advances. At the airport right before she could step into the terminal, she blatantly told him "... I will say, one of my friends kind of likes you... they have weird taste so it should work out." "Which one-" "I've said too much! Goodbye!" Turo may have been an idiot, but after some brief discussions with the band they helped him pinpoint you.
By the time you two were together, he was a much braver man than before. He let you sit on the rack of his bike as you two rode around together, he made out with you in front of Jouni- cause duh. Jouni had tried to hit you up before, and you both hated him, it only made sense. One of the best parts about being with Turo was the sweet time you two spent together.
He was always on top of the world- you in his lap on his mattress as your hands played with his long flowy hair. Often times his hands would wander to places they shouldn't, but he always peeked his eye open to read your reactions... which were usually very good. His favorite part about your little sessions together was how you reacted. He loved the little faces you made, and the sounds that escaped you with every little touch and kiss. On the nights when he got especially lucky he'd practically worship your body, all of his ego out the window when you look just that good.
"I still can't believe you've chosen me... I mean look at yourself, you’re like a goddess in the hands of a shit shoveler" His head nestled into the crook of your knee as he held onto your skin so dearly. "I'd choose you every time Turo... I love you." His giddy and bright smile cracked across his face, his body moving up to lay on top of you "I love you more." "I love you the most."
Turo's lips would melt with yours, it felt like a dance- free and wild, yet slow and passionate. He couldn't help himself around you, at the least he was usually holding your hand. The man behaved as if he'd never be fulfilled, his greed ran through his veins and transferred between your normal relationship activities to the intimate ones.
His greed was sickening... but you couldn't get enough of him.
Pasi
When the two of you met, he was a stoic, direct, brutally honest bassist... and he still is. If he was any different, he wouldn't be Pasi. The change between friendship and romantic relationship was blurred, but he made it obvious to you about how he felt, and oddly enough that was one of the first times you ever saw him truly smile.
His loving was straightforward, but just warm enough that it gave him some humanity. He'd respectfully lay beside you, holding you conservatively before pressing his lips against yours... and after about five minutes and conservativeness was gone, poof! His tongue was in your mouth needing to taste more of you, his hands were tightly gripping onto your hips and pulling you closer. His kiss felt like he was taking you over, almost like possession, and you lived for it.
When he wasn't sticking his tongue down your throat, he kept the kisses to a fair minimum, and never displayed any affection publicly... that was until "the incident", cause why wouldn't there be an "incident"? One day you and Pasi were making out in the corner of the record store, it was a big holiday and there was a festival going on but of course the boss still had the two of you working. He almost said no, but Pasi thought over the pros and cons of doing something more romantic in the place of work and realized nothing was likely to happen... but of course, on the emptiest day of the year, someone still showed up.
You were sat on a small counter in the corner of the store that held the record players, his hands were all over your face and neck, pulling you into his sweet yet stern kisses. Things were just getting good when- "Yo, Pasi! Have you seen your little lovebird anywhere, they owe me money for- WOAH-!" Jynkky covered his eyes as he saw the two of you tucked away in the corner making out, he covered his eyes sooner than necessary, not realizing that it was just kissing. "Pull yourself together Jynkky. We're not procreating... yet." "YET?!" You and Jynkky both yelled in harmony, causing Pasi to side glance you with low lidded eyes. Was he... being flirtatious? In public? Pasi?!
Needless to say, you two went home that night and had a long... hard discussion, if you catch my drift. It's okay though.
He always talks you through it.
Oula
When the two of you first met, he was a deranged maniac that inhabited the local psychiatric hospital. Now, he’s one of the calmest and well behaved people you know… shockingly. He was very eager when he found out you liked him. One day when he returned your abandoned belongings to you at your doorstep, something snapped and the two of you quickly went from friends to lovers.
Oula was a passionate kisser, though very eager. His arousal was hard to hide, but he wasn’t hiding it really. His hands squeezed any place he felt was right, often your sides or hips, and his kisses felt incredibly needy. On rare occasion his
Over the years the sessions were still just as fiery and passionate, more often than not it was in the bands van or somewhere other than your room. Shower, counter, if you were minding your own business, he was pouncing on you with all the love he could provide. One day you were taking a nice bath after a long day of work, and almost giving you a heart attack after slamming the door open, Oula showed up.
“Didn’t mean to scare you my dear, may I join you?” Reluctantly agreeing, he quickly peeled off his clothes, slipping into the warm embrace of the water with you. It didn’t take long for him to get settled around you. Switching spots, he laid back against the back of the tub, your chest against his. As long as the day ended with Oula’s sweet lingering kisses, it was a good day.
Most nights would end with more though.
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