#jynkky

[amymor-theend]

Thank you for the kind words, I guess I’ll have to start drawing metalheads again😅

[heroiinmakeshappy]

what kind of fruit is this

[altrodent]

Makeout hcs w heavy trip character please 🙏 thank

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.

A/N: Hello! If you're reading this I hope the story was okay, I'm a little rusty on writing headcanons, I need to get back to my roots lowkey. I’ve been messing around with different fic layouts as well and oh my gosh working between pc and mobile (mostly mobile) has it look so different, hopefully this looks normal and not batshit insane 😭 🖤

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Jynkky (Jyrki Pätsi) Headcanons

Lowkey all his clothes has some type of smoke, cheap cologne smell. (and also a cold-night breeze smell... if that makes sense. somehow comforting.)

Pretends he doesn’t care what people think, but one sincere compliment will live in his head rent-free for years.

Absolutely the type to sit on the floor instead of a chair. back against the wall. legs stretched out. drumsticks in hand.

He fidgets with his drumsticks a lot, tapping rhythms on his lap or on his sides when listening to people.

Laughs with his whole body when he’s genuinely amused—head thrown back, loud, unfiltered, a little ugly in the best way.

Uses sarcasm as a love language. if he’s teasing you relentlessly, congrats, you’re safe.

He loves introducing people to you, and the other way around!

He's a big jokester, the ice breaker of the band if you will.

Secretly very observant. notices when you’re quiet. notices when you’re tired. just doesn’t always know how to say it out loud.

Or, sometimes the opposite, accidentally speaking his thoughts out loud without meaning to...

Would rather show care through actions than words: fixing your jacket zipper, handing you a drink, driving you home without making it a big deal.

Terrible sleeper. either crashes hard at 4am or stares at the ceiling listening to metal demos on repeat.

But hey, once he falls asleep, he snores and sleep talks like hell.

Once he gets attached, he’s loyal to a fault. ride-or-die in the most chaotic way possible.

Embarrassed when being vulnerable but will get there if you’re patient. voice drops, eyes avoid yours, suddenly very serious.

Swears he doesn’t do romance but will absolutely remember tiny things about you (favorite band, how you prefer dinner, that one dumb joke you laughed at).

Protective without being possessive—more “stand next to you” than “stand in front of you.”

Tries to not be noticeable, almost embarrassed of his own feelings for you.

Probably terrible at texting. either replies instantly or disappears for hours.

(He doesn't mean it...)

If he lets you touch his jacket, his hair, or let's you play with his drums? that’s intimacy. full stop.

Soft moments happen late at night, when the noise dies down and it’s just the two of you and the hum of amps cooling off from the basement.

He's a sweet guy- a big ball of energy.

[djevelskapning]

Heavy Trip headcanon’s!!

Felt like sharing these cuz why not lol

Most are just stuff I feel like fits in how i see things and how I see them, some are more personal taste and others are just random too, so if u disagree with any that’s totally fine!

I love these guysss

Turo❤️

First of all.. Bi Icon

Therapist friend.. he always wants to leant a listening ear and comfort people around him, yet won’t let others do this with him..

Passiv Suicidal, would never admit to it

Actually had a sorta disliking to his job in the psychiatric institution, but he liked taking care of the people there so he stuck with it

Looking past the music his band makes he also sings as a way to express himself

He’s an ambivert, leaning more to introverted

Often can be really anxious. His anxiety can lead to him vomiting from being overwhelmed, this can also happen randomly..

Turo loves hugs but refuses to ask for them.. generally loves physical touch

Strong habit of playing with his hair or chewing on his nails

He’s close to all of his friends, though he’s really close with Pasi the most

Turo once got corpse paint done by Xytrax

Jynkky💙

HE’S SUCH A SWEETHEART

Always tries to be supportive and optimistic, putting others before himself..

Had a bad nu metal phase before switching to heavy metal-

Probably was the extrovert who adopted all of them and made the friend group they are now

Jynkky is a horrible liar.. poor guy lol

Extremely clumsy.. I can imagine he once accidentally knocked over his whole drum set-

Tries looking at the bright side in every situation

Is very fond of physical touch, loooves hugs!

LOVES the reindeer soup Lotvonen’s mum makes

Him and Lotvonen are closest to each other and share familiarity, as a kid Jynkky often was treated like a second child to his parents

Lotvonen🩵

He might be annoying but he’s just being himself

most likely to have ADHD out of the group

Secretly loves 80s glam metal

Lotvonen IS the gay cousin..

Pretty sure my guy has some anger issues-

Loves taking care of the reindeers at the slaughter house despite knowing their end-

Dislikes the reindeer soup his mum makes but still eats it for her.. griefs the reindeer ngl

General love for animals, was probably the type to beg his parents for a pet as a child or brought random outside animals in the house

He’s very willing to eat inedible things, just give him 20 cents lol

Dude definitely has brainrot and annoys Jynkky with it on daily basis

He’s also definitely obsessed with FNAF and knows the lore by heart

Pasi/Xytrax🖤

Hyperfixation on black metal and other different subcultures / genres in general..

Can sing really good but has stage fright and generally doesn’t like singing in front of others.. that’s why he’s the bass player, no one gives a damn about them lol /j

Deep interest in Satanism and Paganism.. most likely reads about Odism too

Definitely likes to bone hunt in the forest

Likes painting his nails black

Close to Turo, appreciates how he can express himself without being judged

Listening to music on his discman/walkman while working, usually no one cares

He doesn’t talk a lot.. but if he does he speaks his mind to the fullest

Professional daydreamer (real af)

He rather suppresses his feelings and acts nonchalant all the time because he just can't express his emotions „correctly“..

Way too much sense of awkwardness

has a constant monotonous voice, even if he doesn’t mean it

Probably autistic

He’s the last one to enter a relationship, either because he simply doesn’t understand the concept, is oblivious to hints or because he knows he can’t express his affection

If he’ll get a partner the gender wouldn’t matter at all, if he loves someone it’s unimportant to him. Although he doesn’t label himself people assume he’s pansexual.

[hunter-sylvester]

Heavy Trip/Hevi Reissu 2018

[lords-of-mayhem]

"Besides, we have a gig in Norway. I don't care if we play in the parking lot. We made it this far, I don't want to give up. I'm going to Norway even if I'm dead."

[zombiegirll111]

Author info! XD

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ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴀᴜʀᴏʀᴀ! ᴘʟᴢ ʀᴇғᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ᴀs sʜᴇ/ʜᴇ/ɪᴛ ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ, ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴏs

PLS REQUEST I BEG I'M SO BORED

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ɪ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ғᴏʀ:

ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ ᴀɴʏ sʟᴀsʜᴇʀ ᴏʀ ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀʀ

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs sᴜᴄʜ ᴀs:

☆࿐ཽ༵༆༒ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ɢɪʀʟs 2004༒༆࿐ཽ༵☆

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs sᴜᴄʜ ᴀs:

ʀᴇɢɪɴᴀ ɢᴏᴇʀɢᴇ

ɢʀᴇᴛᴄʜᴇɴ ᴡᴇɪɴᴇʀ's

ᴋᴀʀᴇɴ sᴍɪᴛʜ

ᴄᴀᴅʏ ʜᴇʀᴏɴ

ᴊᴀɴɪs ɪᴀɴ

ᴅᴀᴍɪᴀɴ

ᴀᴀʀᴏɴ sᴀᴍᴜᴇʟs

ᴋᴇᴠɪɴ ɢɴᴀᴘᴏᴏʀ

(ᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ's ɴᴏᴛ ᴅɪsᴘʟᴀʏᴇᴅ)

☆࿐ཽ༵༆༒ ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ᴛʀɪᴘ.༒༆࿐ཽ༵☆

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs sᴜᴄʜ ᴀs:

xʏᴛʀᴀx/ᴘᴀsɪ

ᴛᴜʀᴏ

ᴊʏʀᴋɪ

ʟᴏᴛᴠᴏɴᴇɴ (ᴘʀᴇ-ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴏʀ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴄᴏᴏʟ ᴢᴏᴍʙɪᴇ/ᴠᴀᴍᴘ ɪᴅᴇᴀ. ᴏʀ. sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ)

ᴏᴜʟᴀ

ᴍɪɪᴀ

(ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ɪғ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ)

༒༆࿐ཽ༵☆ᴍᴇᴛᴀʟ ʟᴏʀᴅs༒༆࿐ཽ༵☆

ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ sʏʟᴠᴇsᴛᴇʀ

ᴋᴇᴠɪɴ sᴄʜʟɪᴇʙ

ᴇᴍɪʟʏ sᴘᴇᴄᴛᴏʀ

sᴋɪᴘ.. ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇ

ᴛʀᴏʏ

ᴅᴇᴀɴ

ᴄʟᴀʏ

(ᴀɴʏ ᴄʜᴀʀs. ғᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ)

༒༆࿐ཽ༵☆ ᴀᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀɴ ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ sᴛᴏʀʏ☆࿐ཽ༵༆༒

ɪᴍ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴ sᴇᴀsᴏɴ 3 sᴏ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛ ᴀɴʏ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ sᴇᴀsᴏɴ 4

➶➶➶➶➶ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴘʜᴏɴᴇ ➷➷➷➷➷

ғɪɴɴᴇʏ ʙʟᴀᴋᴇ

ɢᴡᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴛʙᴘ2

ʀᴏʙɪɴ ᴀʀᴇʟʟᴀɴᴏ

ᴀʀʀᴇɴᴇsᴛᴏ ᴀʀᴇʟʟᴀɴᴏ

ᴠᴀɴᴄᴇ ʜᴏᴘᴘᴇʀ

ʙʀᴜᴄᴇ

ʙɪʟʟʏ

(ᴀɴʏ ᴄʜᴀʀs ɴᴏᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ)

༒༆࿐ཽ༵☆ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ sʜᴇʟᴅᴏɴ ༒༆࿐ཽ༵☆

ɢᴇᴏʀɢɪᴇ ᴄᴏᴏᴘᴇʀ

ᴍɪssʏ's ᴄᴏᴏᴘᴇʀ (sᴇᴀsᴏɴ 5-6 ᴏʀ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ, ᴀɴʏ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ. ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ)

sʜᴇʟᴅᴏɴ ᴄᴏᴏᴘᴇʀ (sᴇᴀsᴏɴ 5/6 ᴏʀ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ, ᴀɴʏ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ)

ɢᴇᴏʀɢᴇ ᴄᴏᴏᴘᴇʀ

ᴍᴀʀʏ ᴄᴏᴏᴘᴇʀ

ᴘᴀsᴛᴏʀ ᴊᴏʜn

ɴᴏ sᴍᴜᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴍɪssʏ ᴀᴍᴅ sʜᴇʟᴅᴏɴ. ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ 14 ᴀᴍᴅ 15 ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs

(ᴀɴʏ ᴇᴄᴛ ᴄʜᴀʀ ɪ ᴅɪᴅɴᴛ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ)

༒༆࿐ཽ༵☆ ᴡᴇᴅɴᴇsᴅᴀʏ ☆࿐ཽ༵༆༒

ᴡᴇᴅɴᴇsᴅᴀʏ ᴀᴅᴅᴀᴍs

ᴘᴜɢsʟᴇʏ ᴀᴅᴅᴀᴍs (ɪ ʙᴇʟɪᴠᴇ ʜᴇ's 14/15 sᴏ ɪ'ʟʟ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡ ɪᴛ)

ᴍᴏᴛʀɪᴄɪᴀ ᴀᴅᴅᴀᴍs

ɢᴏᴍᴇᴢ ᴀᴅᴅᴀᴍs

ʙɪᴀɴᴄᴀ ʙᴀʀᴄʟᴀʏ (ᴍʏ ᴡɪғᴇ)

ᴇɴɪᴅ sɪɴᴄʟᴀɪʀ

ᴅᴇᴠɪɴᴀ ғɪsʜᴇʀ

ᴋᴇɴᴛ ғɪsʜᴇʀ

ʏᴏᴋᴏ

ᴇᴜɢᴇɴᴇ ᴏᴛᴛɪɴɢᴇʀ

ʟᴜʀᴄʜ

ᴛʏʟᴇʀ ɢᴀʟᴘɪɴ

xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ ᴛʜᴏʀᴘᴇ

ᴀᴊᴀx ᴘᴇᴛʀᴏᴘᴏʟᴜs

(ᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ's ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ!

༒༆࿐ཽ༵☆ ᴛᴇxᴀs ᴄʜᴀɪɴsᴀᴡ ᴍᴀssᴀᴄʀᴇ ☆࿐ཽ༵༆༒

ʙᴜʙʙᴀ sᴀᴡʏᴇʀ

ᴛʜᴏᴍᴀs

ᴄʜᴏᴘᴛᴏᴘ

sᴛʀᴇᴛᴄʜ

ʜɪᴛᴄʜʜɪᴋᴇʀ

(ᴇᴄᴛ ᴇᴄᴛ ᴀɴʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʙʀᴜʜ : ᴘ)

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ʀᴜʟᴇs!

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ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅᴏ ɴsғᴡ ʙᴜᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ғᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀʀs 18 ᴀɴᴅ ᴜᴘ.

ɴᴏ ᴇxᴛʀᴇᴍᴇʟʏ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴋɪɴᴋs (ɴᴏ ᴘɪss/sʜɪᴛ sᴏʀʀʏ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴡᴇᴀᴋ ᴛᴜᴍᴍʏ sᴏ ɪ ᴄᴀɴᴛ ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ☹︎)

ɴᴏ ɪɴᴄᴇsᴛ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ sᴛᴇᴘᴄᴇsᴛ, ɪɴᴄᴇsᴛ, ᴀɴʏ ᴄᴇsᴛ

ɴᴏ ʀᴀᴘᴇ/sᴀ, ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ, ɪᴅᴋ.