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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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Pasi/Xytrax headcanons!

Let's make one thing clear, this man is autistic

Will yap for hours about his special interests if you let him

He's very quiet otherwise (as seen in the film)

Doesn't like weirdly textured things (especially with foods)

Actually really likes cutesy things like hello kitty, sanrio, etc. (He figures this out about himself later on though)

^^^ Will not say out loud that he likes those things, it's just something you have to figure out

Can be silly and goofy sometimes, but he has to be comfortable with you to do so

Psychical affection in public isn't really his thing; it makes him feel awkward. (head pats, sometimes hand holding is acceptable)

More affectionate behind closed doors tbh

Likes to draw/sketch, I think. Probably has unfinished sketchbooks everywhere, typical artist things (Like me)

Has always drawn traditionally; the concept of drawing digitally was never in his mind

But if you introduce him to it ohhh boy.

He'd still prefer traditional over digital, though. But! He'd do both.

Likes to tell you 'fun facts' that aren't actually fun sometimed

"Did you know that Romans used to think drinking blood of another person would give them their power." or smth like that

He likes being Xytrax because it allows him to be authentically himself with everything on. (Think of a drag persona almost; not exactly the same thing, but similar)

Has himself on a schedule; please do not ruin it.

Likes to walk through the woods (especially at night)

definitely a bone collector

probably has a skull in his room (Not a real one, he wishes)

lots of animal bones tho!! (Found them in the woods)

Will not hold back if you ask his honest opinion on things. AT ALL.

If you need a blunt and honest reminder, he's got you dw

But also, tell him if he sounds harsh; sometimes he comes off way meaner than he intends to be. Tone and all.

Infliction of voice is difficult for him.

Lovely little singing voice (:

Only sings to himself though.

Has a special place for his bass in his room

YK WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT BASS PLAYERSSSS ;)

He's demi though; he cannot do hook ups or one night stands. No situationships, nothing like that. It's just not for him.

Very picky on that note.

If he gains feelings for you, oh buddy, you're special.

He won't even realize it until he's going out of his way to do things for you

"oh so THIS is what that feels like"

Surprises himself, honestly.

Probably won't make the first move, though. He's so awkward, bless him. (Unless his friends push him to do it, even then it'll take a lot).

Loves stargazing; something about the night sky is so beautiful to him

OK that's all I can think of atm, might do a part 2.

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Angel of Death

Pairing: Pasi(Xytrax) x Fem!Reader

Content/warnings: Fluff, cursing obvi, spoilers for Heavy Trip and Heavier Trip, living on a prayer that this is in character 😭

Summary: Whilst working in the record store, Pasi catches a glimpse of a new girl in town browsing through his section.

It was a normal day for Pasi, reorganizing the vinyls and cds, ignoring customers that ask him questions about pop music, and of course trying to slowly replace tween pop music with Uruguayan grindcore metal. But today was different, he saw you. He knew everyone in town and beyond, knowing that everyone and their mothers stray away from this kind of music, he assumed fairly that you were a foreigner.

He moved from where he was organizing, walking over in his stiff usual fashion, peeking over your shoulder as he whispered “Abbath? Good shit.” With the turn of your head and a smile, you spoke in a similar fashion “oh- yeah. I’ve been looking for this album everywhere.”

The record you picked up was Abbaths self titled album, a moderately rare pick, and a good one. Pasi took note of your taste “What brings you here to Finland then? Just the album?”you clicked your tongue, delicately holding the album to you “No, no, I’m going to go see that music festival in Norway that’s happening soon, but my friends convinced me to do a full holiday, see the sights and such.”

Pasi knew exactly what you were talking about, by this point the entire town was still under the impression that they were to perform on the big stage on live TV for all to see, so not knowing any better, and enjoying the nice conversation you were having, Pasi offered “I’ll be there, you should come see me play.” Your mouth opened in surprise “you play?” He nodded proudly “I’m a bassist, and not only that but I have an incredible library of metal knowledge that helps keep the band original.”

His fast pacing of words and serious tone caused you to giggle slightly, there was just something charming about it you couldn’t describe “yeah- I’d love to see you play. What kind of metal does your band perform?”

You were in for it now, his favorite question in the world could only be described as “Symphonic, post-apocalyptic, reindeer-grinding, Christ-abusing, extreme war pagan, Fennoscandian metal.” All he earned from that slurry of words was a confused look before an awkward smile “sounds cool- but I should probably check this out, I have to go catch up with some friends.” You gestured to the album, and he was more than happy to help.

You were about to leave before he stopped you “…you should come see us play.” “I already said I was goin-“ “no. We have a gig in a few days here as well, the bar not too far from here. I want you to come.” His words left no room for arguing, your smile grew bright as you nodded “yeah, I’ll see you there.” Pasi felt that odd satisfaction he usually got from being right bubble within himself. He chose to ignore it, but he was a smart man, he knew why and what he felt, he was just stubborn- which he was also aware of.

The day of their performance as an opening band arrived, though the venue was just a town bar you were still thrilled. All good moments must end, and unfortunately the moment ended in a blaze of Jynkkys pyrotechnics and Turo’s sickness.

You caught up with Pasi after the tension died down and his bandmates were now distracted “hey, so… that went well.” He tilted his head up slightly “I think so too.” He was more serious than you were, but you brushed if off “I know you guys played for like ten seconds… but you look and sound so natural up on stage. You have a great stage presence.”

That feeling coiled around him again, but this was Xytrax you were talking to now. “You will see me play again soon… I know the festival performance was a lie, but I’ll make sure you hear my music in due time.” You sighed softly “that’s the only problem, after the festival I go back home… I don’t live here.” Xytrax looked more like a sad raccoon than ever before, but he readjusted himself “I can make arrangements…”

That beautiful smile of yours returned, and there it was. You, shining the dim light of the colorful stage, he was taken a back by this revelation he felt course through his veins, whispering through his teeth “enkeli…” you weren’t sure what it meant, but by the small eye movements you assumed it was a good thing

“Oh, uhm… would you maybe wanna have a drink or two before you go?” Your words snapped him out of his trance, the figment light luminating above you disappearing instantly as he cleared his throat “Sure.” Some of his band looked over a little confused, surely he wasn’t the first one in the band to get a girl right?

As you sat down and ordered your drinks you had a lovely conversation, asking him about his pseudonym, Xytrax. He explained to you in great detail of what he hopes to become if the band were to still succeed, but you saw the dumpster fire of a performance. “You still think the band will succeed?” “Of course. Our first concert and we’ve already racked up two incidents and a scandal, this is probably the best it could’ve went.” You shrugged taking a sip from your drink as he did his. Slowly as time went on the questions had changed, slowly unraveling into you acting like the embodiment of wonder and adoration. “God- you’re just really beautiful… sorry, I’m aware of how weird that sounds, but I’ve just never seen anyone like you before.” This compliment took him off guard, and if you were paying attention, you’d notice the ever so subtle shift in his breathing. “You’re… ethereal even-“ you stopped yourself before you could embarrass yourself any further, taking another sip of your drink.

In his casual monotone voice, he responded thusly “You remind me of old depictions of death angels. Beautiful, yet capable of sending chills down the spines of anyone they were after. They helped to ease the transition into the afterlife with their grace.” You just paused for a moment letting his words ring through your head “you think I’m beautiful?” Your words grew quiet as you asked him in a sheepish manner, to which he simply nodded. He tried to keep his air of calm authority but he felt like a kid again, even if he tried to not show it. “I do.”

Somewhere along the way between then and the concert things got fucked. You were dragged along in a purple van with a bunch of Metalheads- including your sweet Xytrax- and a corpse. You and the band ended up traveling across borders, across seas, eventually ending up at the music festival where the manager let them play.

Everything happened faster than you could keep track, and noticing your brain spiraling Xytrax came over “Are you alright? You look more sick than Turo, and he has a fifty percent chance of puking.” With a nod, you just leaned against him “yes, I’m sorry. This is all just so crazy- I mean, I was supposed to be in that violent sea of people probably entirely unaware of your band and yet I’m here with you… with your band backstage at one of Norways biggest metal festivals.” As you spoke, his scrawny fingers moved to hold your back in a delicate touch. “I will make sure you have the best seat in the house…”

His words never failed to get into your head, you just smiled holding him close. The manager came around to call him up to the stage, and with a strong command and a kiss to your cheek, he was off. He had one of the assistants take you around to the security walkway between the stage and the barricades. There you had the perfect view of the band, the perfect view of Turo vomiting once more but absolutely saving himself as he pushed past it and continued singing. The bands sound resonated within the venue, their sound heavy and when all was said and done the police raided the stage to take them out. And in a moment of pure chaos, you jumped the stage, attempting to punch one headed straight for Xytrax. You dint expect it to work at all, especially since you struggled even getting on the stage, but I did. Xytrax just looked at you in surprise “Nice.” Was all that was said before more came and brought you with them.

Being the only woman in a men’s prison wasn’t nearly as bad as you thought. You got your meals alone, a private bathroom that was used by the female guards- most of whom were chill with you. Besides dealing with a lot of quiet time, it could have been… so much worse for a first time jail experience. However, your favorite part of jail time was seeing Pasi as he roamed the halls with his music cart. He’d often visit you, saying sweet things like “If I have to kill someone today, you tell me. I’m ready.” or “You look malnourished. I will bring you more food today.” His charm never failed to melt your heart, even pressing kisses to your hand or head through the thin bars when he was sure no one was looking.

But today was different. Extremely different. A riot broke out in the cafeteria, stepping out of the bathroom with your guard, she stupidly abandoned you as the band snuck past her in a clear attempt to escape. They began running, Pasi grabbing your hand as they ran around the facility. Once again you were looped into a long treacherous and agonizing journey with the band that ended right back in jail.

This time- the band was so popular they were doing performances in the prison, and since they brought in a lot of company, the prison would turn a blind eye and let you visit him from time to time. When you did see him, he held you so dearly in the confines of his cell, knowing it was just you and him. Lying down, his arms wrapped around you as you bathed in the little light that streamed through the barred window, he spoke “I grow bored of prison life, yet you make it easier. After we’re released I will take you out properly.” With a smile you squeezed him tightly, he smirked at the feeling, moving a hand up to caress your hair. “Where would you take me?” His fingers moved rhythmically across your scalp as he spoke “Telling you would ruin the surprise, besides, I have a few months to plan.” There was an air of silence before you asked “So you’re like totally aware I’m-“ “-staying? Of course I know.” He spoke matter-of-factly “You may be a little minx, but you’d crush my soul in a much crueler way before you’d leave me… that and you hold onto me like a lifeline.” He continued to read you like a book, which had you burrowing your face in his prison garb “God damnit- yeah, maybe…”

“No ‘maybe’, I speak the truth. You know this.”you just groaned as he caught you once more. “You’re lucky I love you.” His brows furrowed, scoffing quietly “No, you’re lucky to have my love.” The way he answered just made you laugh, “fine, fine… I’m forever grateful for your love, Pasi.” “And I, yours, minun oma.”

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Car break down. (Pasi/Xytrax x reader)

Summary: Y/n's car breaks down in a small village in finland on their way to visit family; to abide their time they enter a local bar and meet some very interesting people...one person in particular catches their eye.

Warnings: Jouni being a fucking creep; first meetings and awkward Pasi.

Visiting family could really be a pain in the ass sometimes. Y/n knew this well; considering they were making a trip to visit their family right now in their car. Well, it's a rental while they're visiting, but still. And truthfully, the car was a bit of a shitbox.

As they were driving, they heard some sputtering before a loud POP noise emitted. Y/n let out a yelp as their car swerved a bit- thankfully, no one else was close enough for them to hit. They did the best they could and pulled into a random parking lot. After shutting the car off they let out a groan before getting out to check out the damaged. Damn. They really fucked up that tire for sure.

"Well this is just great." Y/n grumbled, rubbing their eyes as they looked around. They could see a couple of people giving them odd looks before a girl with blonde hair came rushing out of a flower shop towards them. They furrowed their eyebrows as the woman approached them, seemingly worried.

"Hey!" The woman spoke, then began to speak in words they didn't quite understand. Y/n hadn't exactly been too good at Finnish, despite their relatives trying to teach them multiple times. Y/n tilted their head at her, clearing their throat.

"Sorry," They began, trying to convey they don't speak the language. "I'm not...from here." Y/n gestured with their hands to try and get their point across. The woman understood and nodded, doing her best to communicate with Y/N.

"Oh! Okay." She began, pointing to their car. "I saw...what happened. Do you need help?"

"Yes! Yes." Y/n nodded. "Please." They added.

"Okay! I know someone." The woman gave Y/n a smile. "You can come to my shop." She pointed before gesturing for them to follow. Y/n followed the blonde woman to her flower shop, happy that someone was friendly enough to offer them some help. When they entered the shop, the woman went behind the counter and grabbed a phone and began to dial a number.

Y/n looked around for a moment before turning and jumping slightly when they saw an older man behind them.

"You're not from here." He stated simply. Looked like a grumpy son of a bitch.

"N..no." Y/n told him, crossing their arms. "My car blew a tire- I'm just trying to get it fixed to go and visit my family.."

"Family?" The man questioned, eyeing Y/n. "Hmm...What's your name?"

"Uh... Y/n L/n." Y/n told him, hoping that girl would hurry up. As if on que, she came back around the counter.

"I called a friend, he is happy to come and help." She told Y/n. "I hope my dad didn't scare you." The woman gestured to the old man. "Anyways, I am Miia."

"Nice to meet you. " Y/n told Miia with a nod, gently fidgeting with their bloodmotor tshirt.

Not too much later, after some small chatter with Miia and her dad (Miia, mostly), a large purple van was seen pulling up to the flower shop. A man who looked like he was stuck in the 70s hopped out, coming right into the store. His eyes landed on Miia with a smirk, but then he looked at Y/n and there was a glint in his eyes that Y/n did NOT like at all.

"Jouni, this is Y/n." Miia said, beginning to explain their situation. "Their car tire popped, maybe you can help them?"

Jouni pretended to think for a moment before looking out of the window. "That it?" He pointed.

"...Yes." Y/n said, looking out of the window as well.

"Hard to tell from here. Let us go look at the damage- it is good that you called me, Miia." Jouni mused, grabbing her hand and giving it a kiss before gesturing for Y/n to lead the way.

Y/n resisted the urge to roll their eyes before leaving the shop and heading to their car, Jouni following a little too close behind them. "I am not sure what made it pop..." Y/n began, pointing to the damage. "Do you know how long it will be to fix it, if you can?"

"Hmm.." Jouni inspected it a bit, crouching down a little. "Fixable, yes. It will take a couple of hours- mostly because I am a busy man. But I can call some people to help me." He stood up and looked at Y/n. "About payment..."

"Oh, right. I can pay whatever it is- my family will help me cover the cost when I tell them what happened." Y/n waved their hand.

"Well, it doesn't have to be in the form of money..." Jouni mused..

"...You're fucking joking." Y/n sneered at him. "You're not attractive enough to be offering that to people." This caught Jouni by surprise, he wasn't used to people talking to him like that. This person was truly not from here. Y/n dug into their pockets and pulled out their wallet, shoving some cash into his hand. "Here is some to get it started, just tell me what the rest costs when it is done." They scoffed. "I'll ask Miia where to find you."

With that, they whipped around and walked off; not wanting to be near that creep any longer than they had to be. It was a small village, from what Y/n gathered. Finding him and that big ass purple van shouldn't be too hard.

...

After a bit of walking around, Y/n found a bar and walked in. They'll be here for a few hours, might as well try to kill time. They looked around, raising their eyebrows when they saw a group that stood out from the rest of the townspeople (the ones in the bar, at least.) One of them was even fully decked out in what Y/n recognized as corpse paint; spikes, leather and all. Interesting.

They headed to the bar and ordered a drink, their eyes trailing back over to that group of guys. One of them made eye contact with Y/n, making them freeze for a second before slowly turning around.

A few moments passed before Y/n heard someone talking to them; nursing their drink with both hands, they slowly turned to see one of the guys from the group talking to them. He had kind of wild eyes, like he wasn't afraid of anything- which took them aback a bit.

"Hello," He beamed at Y/n. Before the conversation went any further, Y/n held up one hand.

"I don't speak Finnish," They warned him, making him tilt his head slightly but nod.

"I am Jynkky." He introduced himself, then pointed at their shirt. "Nice shirt! I have not seen that kind of design before."

"My friend made this for me." Y/n stated, smiling a bit. "I am Y/n, nice to meet you."

"We do not meet many people who are also into metal like us." Jynkky gestured to his friends. "Small village. Small minded people." This made Y/n chuckle a bit.

"I have a couple of people like that back at home." Y/n nodded, looking back over at the others who seemed to be watching Jynkky like hawks. "Are they...okay?"

"Yeah! Like I said, we don't meet a lot of others who like the same things we do." Jynkky waved his hand. "Come! Meet my friends." Before Y/n could say anything, though, Jynkky was already dragging them over. Once they were at the table, Jynkky began introducing them. "These are my friends. Toru, Lotvonen, and Pasi." He pointed to each one.

"Bloodmotor," Toru pointed at their shirt. "I love them."

"Yeah, me too." Y/n nodded. "Mostly just their older stuff, though. Their newer stuff has kind of fallen off." At the mention of this, Pasi perked up slightly, but said nothing.

"We are also a band." Toru told them.

"Yeah we have a gig in Norway!" Jynkky said excitedly. "Northern damnation."

"Oh shit, no way." Y/n sat their drink down and leaned forward onto the table a bit. They noted Turo deflating slightly, but didn't comment on it. "That's sick- what are you called?"

"Impaled Rektum." Pasi spoke up finally, but that was all he said.

"Nice." Y/n mused. "What direction are you guys going for? Thrash? Black metal?"

"Symphonic post-apocalyptic reindeer-grinding Christ-abusing extreme war pagan fennoscandian metal." Pasi spoke without missing a beat. It took Y/n a moment to process what he just said before they slowly began nodding.

"A lot to take in, but I dig it." Y/n shrugged a bit. "Well, it's nice to meet you guys. You're a lot more hospitable than others...there was this one girl, Miia, she was nice too. But her dad is a little off-putting..." They grumbled, making the group snicker, save for Pasi.

"Miia is nice." Toru nodded.

"Yeah, she called this guy to help me- my car's tire popped on my way to visit some family, so, I'm stuck here for a couple hours until that Jouni guy fixes it." Y/n scratched the back of their neck slightly. "Guy gives me the creeps- he looks like he's trying to live in the 70s still, but specifically a bad 70s porno. Pretty sure that's exactly how he views the world, considering he tried to get me to pay him with sex." They stated blatantly.

This made them look at Y/n with wide eyes.

"What a cunt." Jynkky stated. "But you're right about the 70s thing." He cackled. Toru and Lotvonen agreed; Lotvonen trying to add on and make jokes about Jouni. While Toru and Jynkky were shaking their heads and telling Lotvonen to quit while he was ahead, Y/n looked towards Pasi, who had been staring at them for awhile.

However, Pasi didn't realize he had been staring like that for so long; when Y/n made eye contact with him, he seemed to panic slightly and avert his gaze instantly.

"I like your corpse paint." Y/n told him gently, picking up on his nervous nature. "It really pulls together all the spikes and leather- Uh, Pasi, was it?"

"Xytrax." He corrected, glancing at Y/n once more. "I am Xytrax."

"Oh! Okay, sorry. Xytrax, of course." Y/n nodded their head. "My comment still stands- I love your look. I'll have to keep in touch so you can give me advice on my own wardrobe."

He looked at them to try and determine if they were serious- when he finally calculated Y/n was being genuine, he just nodded.

"You don't talk much, I get that." Y/n downed the rest of their drink. "That's okay, I can talk enough for the both of us- don't be afraid to tell me to shut up, though." They chuckled. "Anyway, I like more than just Bloodmotor, of course. I also really like Black Sabbath, Iron Maiden, Metallica- the whole works, y'know?" This surely caught Xytrax's interest.

Maybe these next few hours wouldn't be so bad.

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A little bit of paint. (Xytrax x Reader)

Summary: Y/n has been gifted with the honor of apply Pasi/Xytrax's corpse paint! And they do a great job; but they end up getting it on themselves...

Warnings: No warnings! Just a nice, cute little fic.

Y/n and Pasi had been friends for a good while now- and by good while...well, it's been a couple of years. They met him at his job and he suggested some pretty good music to them that they kept coming back for recommendations. Then, they started hanging out outside of Pasi's job...and they've just been friends ever since.

Recently, Pasi has been focusing on helping the band; He's stepped into the role of 'Xytrax' and Y/n couldn't be happier for him!

They were even more stoked when he came to them, materials and makeup in hand.

"You have an eye for detail," Xytrax began, setting everything down. "We are performing soon and I need to make sure everything is seamless." He told them. "Something perfect for symphonic post-apocalyptic reindeer-grinding Christ-abusing extreme war pagan Fennoscandian metal."

"So, essentially, I'm just doing your usual corpse paint?"

"Yes."

"I'm honored." Y/n told him, gesturing for him to sit down. They dipped into their own materials and used primer on his face; if he wanted it to be perfect, then Y/n would surely do everything they could to make it so. "Let's tie your hair back a bit." They said, gently moving their fingers under the strands and tucking it back behind his ears.

Typically, Xytrax wasn't one for people in his space like this. But he seemed to be tolerating it well enough for Y/n to do what they needed to do.

"So, where are you guys playing?" Y/n asked, filling in the black parts of the eye design.

"At a nearby festival." Xytrax answered simply. "You are going to travel with us, right?"

"I certainly can!" Y/n chirped. "You know I love seeing you guys play." They smiled softly before grabbing some black lipstick. "Alright, lemme see." They bent down slightly, gently grabbing his chin. "This okay? I need to make sure I keep it steady." Xytrax wasn't sure why his chest was going crazy or why he had a tingling feeling in his abdomen, but, he just nodded and let Y/n begin applying the lipstick.

"Alright, now I just need to go in and do the little marks..." Y/n muttered, using a makeup brush to do so, at least for the outlines. "You're looking great, Xytrax." They mused. Xytrax was just staring at them- which, they were used to. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence for him to just stare.

But they weren't aware that he was staring for a different reason this time.

It was hard for him to articulate what he was feeling right now, especially when he and Y/n made eye contact. Romance wasn't typically something he invested in too well- flirting was lost on him. But, Y/n was so close, and there were feelings he had been struggling with for awhile.

"I think I want you to kiss me."

Those words almost sent Y/n into shock as they looked at Xytrax with wide eyes.

"That was an inappropriate thing to say, I think."

Fuck. Great, now things were uncomfortable.

"You want me to kiss you?" Y/n asked again, just to be sure.

"...Yes."

Wow, Y/n never thought he would ever feel that way about them. They had been harboring feelings for him for quite a long time, but never said anything because they loved their friendship. However, if he was asking...

Leaning forward, Y/n pressed their lips to his gently. They hadn't intended the kiss to last longer than maybe a couple seconds but those seconds turned into minutes before the both of them separated from one another.

"Oops," Y/n laughed softly. "I...I think I'm gonna have to re-apply the lipstick."

"...Can you do it after one more kiss?"

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chat...hear me out...headcanons on how they handle Jouni (by kicking him in the ass) 😈

That or something like "who's most likely to", idk, 67 or whatever Lady Gaga said

Now THIS....this is beautiful. We're cooking, chat.

Toru

He gives me awkward energy about it

Like obviously he'd be hella pissed that Jouni was a creep towards you

Wouldn't do much about it at first, might have to think on what he'd do

But once he's sure of a plan, he's out for BLOOD!

Will probably throw up first

But he'll get his revenge by ruining something of Jouni's (probably crashing that big ass purple van); or will punch Jouni in the face once

Lotvonen

Bless his soul, there's not a braincell in there

but despite this, Jouni's behavior will not be accepted because how dare he

would probably have to get help from the others to get Jouni's ass but trust me he's got your back dw bby

Will probably end up getting revenge by total accident, that's just how his life is

but...it worked? so yay?

Jynkky

dear god he's going to fucking hit that man with his car

SOMEONE GET HIM-

Just kidding! But seriously, he might try to run Jouni over...

Or hit him with a road sign he totally didn't steal

Pasi/Xytrax

He'll kill that man

JUST KIDDING! But he will think about it

He doesn't strike me as the type to openly kick Jouni's ass physically

He's more likely to get at Jouni without ever having to touch him

And trust me once he hears that Jouni has been creeping on his partner, the gears are already in motion

He's setting up a power point of incriminating shit on that guy

Say goodbye to your career, Jouni

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Car break down; Part two. (Pasi/Xytrax x reader)

Summary: Jouni sabotages Y/n's car, forcing them to have to stay for an extra day. Y/n worries because they have no where to stay- but Lotvonen offers for them to stay at the farm... don't worry there WILL be a part three. This is a Pasi slowburn for sure.

Warnings: Jouni being a dick and a creep, per usual.

The talk that Y/n had with the boys was fun; especially with Pasi- despite him not doing a lot of the talking. But, all good things must come to an end eventually. They did, however, offer to walk with Y/n to go and see the progress of their car.

Once they got there, Y/n could see Jouni standing with his hands on his hips- shaking his head in what seemed to be dramatic disappointment. The theatrics on this guy, sheesh.

"What's the damage?" Y/n asked, walking up to him, the group hanging behind a bit and just watching. "How much do I owe you?"

"Well, about that." Jouni said, gesturing to the car. "I fixed the tire but the brake line- busted." He made a 'tsk' sound. "Very sad. You will have to stay for tonight."

"What?" Y/n looked at him like he was crazy. "But my family is waiting for me- where the hell will I stay?" They furrowed their eyebrows.

"Well, I can offer you a place." Jouni had a skeevy smile that Y/n didn't like. "We can come to an...arrangement-"

"My dad has a basement!" Lotvonen shouted out, making everyone look at him. "...What? They can stay in there." He shrugged. Y/n found the outburst a little funny, making them chuckle a bit; however, they'd much rather stay there than wherever the hell Jouni was proposing.

"Yeah, I'll take it." Y/n said, waving off Jouni as they moved closer to the others. "Its just for one night, it cannot be that bad." Jouni was pissed at this, glaring at Lotvonen.

"Surely, you do not want to shack up on a reindeer farm?"

"I'd rather be there than with you." Y/n shot back, making the others smile or chuckle- save for Pasi. "I'll pay you the rest when you fix the damn car." They said, watching Lotvonen give Jouni a card for the farm with the number.

"I can give a ride." Jynkky gestured, pulling out his car keys. "Its a shitbox but it goes."

"You guys are so nice, you didn't have to offer." Y/n told them, going to open the trunk of their car to grab a bag. Jouni was pissed, but said nothing. "Fix her up nice or I'll rip that mustache off." Y/n warned Jouni.

"It is no trouble- about the basement. We just do practice there so it is a bit messy." Lotvonen told Y/n, walking with them to Jynkky's car. "I'll just have to introduce you to my father- and ma."

"Maybe you can listen to us practice!" Jynkky suggested as he got behind the wheel; it took what seemed like forever, but the damn thing finally started and he set off down the road.

...

Eventually, they made it to the farm. Y/n was instantly taken with one of the reindeer in the pens. Lotvonen's father greeted them and started asking about the new person with them.

"That is Y/n!" Lotvonen pointed. "Their car is broken, can they stay tonight in the basement?" He asked his father; there was a bit of a back and forth, but the general consensus was yes.

"Well...come inside. Dinner is ready." He gestured.

"I'll just go set my stuff down..." Y/n said quietly, walking past the others. Pasi moved to stop them and pointed, making Y/n raised their eyebrows a bit in both surprise and confusion.

"Dinner is ready- come! Join us." Lotvonen gestured. "Ma doesn't mind setting up another plate." He gently nudging Y/n into the house.

"But I-" Y/n began but next thing they knew, they were sitting down next to Toru and Pasi at the table. "...Okay." They really didn't have any other choice; Y/n offered a small smile to Lotvonen's parents before looking down awkwardly at their hands in their lap; to distract themselves they began humming. They could feel eyes on them.

Pasi was currently staring at them while eating his food, making Y/n look up at him. "Enter Sandman, Metallica released in 1991."

"What?"

"The song you are humming. It is Enter Sandman, is it not?" Pasi already knew the answer; it was a rhetorical question.

"Oh! Yes." Y/n nodded their head and gave him a small smile. That made Pasi feel weird so he looked away; Y/n just shrugged and went to eat the food given to them.

"So, Y/n- you up to hearing us play?" Jynkky asked. "Could use an audience member's opinion."

"Oh, I'd love to!" Y/n said. "Are you going to start after we are done here...?"

"I think we should!" Lotvonen chimed in; but Toru looked nervous about it. Pasi, of course, was quiet for the moment, but nodded in agreement.

"But what if I get a call..?" Y/n muttered.

"Don't worry, my dad will come down and tell us!" Lotvonen beamed at them.

"Sick." Y/n nodded.

"You know what? What are we waiting for- I say we head down there now." Jynkky clapped his hands together as he got up, already out the door by the time the others tried to rush to eat and follow.

"Easy for you to say- you're done already!" Toru called after him.

Y/n watched them all shuffle out, chuckling to themselves as they thanked Lotvonen's parents before going to follow as well. These guys were something else- at leas they'll be entertained while they're here.

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