Cadence

About the Author

I’m a young adult writer who- like I mentioned- writes for fun! I started writing on Wattpad back in early middle school, deep in my yeemo years. I go by she/her pronouns (you can use any pronouns if you’d like, but those are my preferred), and when I’m not doom scrolling all night/morning I’m usually playing games!

I have had some really horrible luck with love in the real world, and the digital one too, so why not cling to the fictional or unobtainable? At least the characters I adore won’t write a 4 page hate essay about me. (true story btw)

Fun fact: most of my stories are titled after songs/albums I like! I love music, it’s a huge part of who I am as it’s always been there for me. I will say, being a tomboy yeemo kid did seem to push the ‘fangirl’ phase out of the way and into more current years, so now as an adult I feel silly when I look at a band member and start getting giddy.

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Borderlands

Baseketball

Dispatch

Donnie Darko

Peacemaker

Ghosts (BBC)

Marvel

Evil Dead

Wednesday

DC

Encino Man

Stranger Things

The Mighty Boosh

Sleep Token

Heavy Trip

GDT's Frankenstein

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The warmth of the sun filled your small personal dojo, the scent of your fresh deodorant blended with the dreadful stench of your sparring partner’s body odor. “God, you sweat pure gasoline?” You huffed out breathlessly, dodging another one of Jason’s sly punches. “Ha ha, very funny. You’re lucky you’re fast or I’d knock the wind out of you.” In a quick motion you ducked under his arm, before yanking it around to toss him- he didn’t go very far, but it’s the thought that counts I suppose. He chuckled “try harder, hotshot.” His fists flew and yours responded in an almost beautiful dance of strength, that was until an odd look crossed Jason’s face. His brow twitched and his fist faltered. What would’ve been a softer practicing blow ended up following through in a harsh punch directly to your face. Remember when you tried to throw him? Well you made up that distance and then some as you hurdled into one of the cold hard walls. A crackling of bone here, a dripping of blood there, and Jason finally snapped back into reality. “Shit.” He rushed over to your side as you slid down the wall and onto your rear. “Shit, I’m so sorry, I don’t- I don’t know what happened- I-“ “n-no it’s fine, dude.” His eyes widened in shock as you coughed through your words “You’re normally weird, but you’re hurt- I hurt you, don’t- don’t be all funny right now.” You pouted but the skin on your nose wrinkling caused a small shock of pain. “Ow- I think my nose is busted- and maybe something else… you should like give me a check up” he rolled his eyes “well wish granted- I’m gonna go get you an ice pack and the first aid kit- uh… here” he reached over to the bench where his sweaty towel is and he handed you a small plastic container “Smelling salts- might sting the hell out of your nose but it’ll keep you alert.” As you took the bottle from him his fingers lingered on the outside of your hands. As he stood and turned to leave, you spoke weakly “I hate to see you go-“ “-but I love to watch you leave!” He finished for you, rushing off to the bathroom which was further than he’d like.

As you sat there, ignoring the temptation to touch the pool of blood gathering on your face, you hoped Jason was okay. And while Jason was running around trying to fix the mess he created, he could do nothing but blame himself. That was a habit of his, and you made it your job to help him with it as much as possible with permission from him, of course. Jason loved the way you seemed to care for him, the way you saw him like he was human. Meanwhile you were blatantly obvious about how you saw him- yes you loved and cared for him, but there was so much more to him. He protects you, and when you know you can handle yourself he backs off and lets you have your spotlight. He listens to you, responds thoroughly and sometimes harshly honest. He cares for you, and all the nights you went through crying or sick he was always there holding you, holding your hair back. He does a lot for you, and you try to do the same for him, but he’s like a fortress you’re trying to break into. He’s been slowly letting his walls down, opening up to your care, even your love.

Because let’s face it, Jason’s a smart man, but he has yet to connect the pieces that your flirting isn’t entirely a gag, or just your playful personality. Honestly you’ve kissed your pillow way too many times wishing it was him- he’s been in your bed before holding you for comfort, but you’d wish he’d do it anyways, no reason needed. And that guilt you feel when you realize you’re kissing a pillow is the same guilt Jason feels. He’s spent nights stalking you from the rooftops when you’re off duty wondering where you’re going, wondering if his feelings were reciprocated, wondering if you’d find it creepy that he protects you from the shadows then quickly returns home because he realizes it’s definitely creepy.

You couldn’t stop thinking about him and forgot about the smelling salts so when he returned your head was slumped over your shoulder “what did I say-“ he rushed over, placing the medkit next to you as his now free hand lifted your head “hey, look at me.” You groaned “no, I’m tired-“ “-eyes open, now.” With a sharp inhale you obeyed, opening your eyes which was met with his smile. He looked worried, and a part of you felt bad for worrying him “I got an ice pack for you too, I’ll give it to you once I clean up your nose.” Your tired and still wrapped hands moved up to his face “thank you, Jay” he smiled momentarily before seemingly dismissing your thanks “I’m the one who punched you in the face…” you rolled your eyes at his quick dismissal “so? You’re helping me now, besides from the looks of it, it wasn’t on purpose.” He hesitated as he dabbed antiseptic on a cotton ball “Y-yeah… just, something happened, and my head was too crowded so I just… miscalculated, and ended up getting you hurt.” He bit the inside of his lip before the cotton ball moved to the split on your nose. You seethed at the feeling, Jason responding with a quiet apology, “It’s okay Jason, really… besides now I’ll have a cool scar to remember you.” He groaned as he dabbed away the rest of the blood from your nose “the only way you’ll get a noticeable scar from this is if you pick at it- and there will be no itching or scratching this entire area, got it?” He asked, raising a brow at you before tossing away the soiled cotton ball. You nodded, but it still wasn’t good enough “nope, I need you to say you’re not gonna pick at it.” You practically hissed at his insistence, which only made him smirk “fine, I promise I won’t pick at it.” “Good kitty.” You playfully swiped at him with your hand, causing him to swat it away as he now cleaned the long trail of blood from your nose to your chest “Jesus, you have too much blood or the thinnest blood I’ve ever seen.” You shrugged in response, but something was still prodding at you “Are you… okay, Jason? I mean, I can imagine you’re a little scrambled right now but, we can always talk about what happened back there.” The movement of his hand faltered, the gears turning in his brain, and he responded “We’ll… I- look, I don’t wanna dwell on it. Recently it’s just been some small blips of bad memories that’ll phase in and out, just catches me off guard. That’s all, I’ll be fine, but I can’t have another incident like this- I can’t hurt you again.” He threw away the last few cotton balls/swabs and readily applied a new bandaid- more specifically one of those cute ones with cartoons on them. “I’ll be fine, Jason- besides, maybe I can help.” Jason let out a soft scoff, shaking his head with the slightest quirk in his lips “always so helpful- but really, I’ll be fine. Now, I’m starving and I wanna make up for breaking your nose-“

This is it, he’s finally gonna ask you out!

Come on!

“So I’m gonna order some takeout, your favorite place, how’s that sound?” Oh right, forgot that’s an option. “Oh- uh, yeah, sounds great! Thank you, Jay” “it’s the least I can do, now I’m gonna help you up on your feet. That alright?” You gave him a quick affirmation, and soon enough you were back on your feet, your hold on him lingering as his did on yours. His arm propped up under your arms as your hands rested on his chest. Jason did your favorite thing in the world “you reek” ruin the mood. His playful words caused you to slap his chest “like you smell any better, you smell like a trashcan filled with used tampons!” “That might just be some of the blood scent still lingering in your nose.” “…oh yeah.” He laughed at your realization of the strong raw iron stench that lingered in your nostrils. A few moments of silence fell, and the room was thick with anticipation from both parties. Your eyes locked with his eyes, sometimes mindlessly wandering to his lips and vice versa. It wasn’t until he pulled you in… for a hug when your heart cracked just a little. You accepted the hug anyways, and squeezed him tightly as he whispered another small apology for potentially breaking your nose. “I should uh- I should call the take out place before the rush hour starts.” Jason murmured, pulling back slightly “yeah, go ahead” he quickly turned and left you there, but something was off. Maybe he really didn’t love you in the way you’d hoped, and that’s okay. Sometimes things like that just don’t happen, stuff doesn’t fall into place how you want… but there was still this lingering gut feeling of love. But maybe you were just delusional, I mean, you do kiss your pillow.

For the time being, you showered, replaced the bandage, dug around your room for your favorite shirt which was nowhere to be found (it was definitely dick.) when suddenly the door just swung open. “Foods here, hotsh- oh shit- sorry!” He covered his eyes as you turned to him in a less than appropriate state “you wanna uh… put a shirt on?” Your face was bright pink as you just picked up a shirt in the top of the drawer “sorry- I was trying to find another shirt but I think Dick stole it-“ Jason laughed setting the food on the table that he could find through pure memory of your room. “That checks, but hey, that just means you can steal something of his.” As he turned back around he saw you in a shirt- more specifically his.

It was your favorite shirt- not just because it was free since it wasn’t yours- but it was a T-Shirt he lent you, and still often lends to you because you mentioned one time how it brought you comfort. He didn’t lend it to you this time.

“Speaking of stealing shirts. You’ve been digging around in my room, sweetheart?” Cockily you shook your head “nope, I do the wash this month so it ‘accidentally’ ended up in my pile of laundry.” He smirked turning back to the food packaging before he could get any more distracted “fine, fine, but don’t make that a habit. If you become one of Gotham’s pretty thieves I might have to hunt you myself.” “Don’t you mean petty?” “I know what I meant.” The confidence in his words and flirts always caught you off guard. You were very playful, very giddy, and he was always the same behind closed doors- yet when he said stuff like that it made your little heart race. The two of you sat on your bed, ate some good food, shared some of each others. Once you were done though, there was a definite shift in mood. You weren’t sure what changed, but Jason did. While he was away ordering the food and showering, he mentally psyched himself for tonight. Barbara always told him to just do it even if she was only 97.99% sure that the two of you both liked each other. “Come here.” Jason requested, arms open as he laid on your bed. He wanted to cuddle for no specific reason except that he wanted to. Your dream cometh true. Jason smiled as he watched your face light up, holding you close to him as he embraced the feeling of your weight on top of him.

“You’re gonna wanna kill me by the end of tonight… but for the millionth time, I’m sorry for hurting you.” You shrugged “Nose schmose… it’s still attached to my face, if I didn’t have it I wouldn’t have to smell you anymore.” The two of you shared a chuckle but you could feel his arms tighten around you in a protective manner. “Hey! I showered, I smell like a fucking blessing right now.” His head leaned down and rested in the crook of your shoulder, inhaling softly “and you smell pretty good too I guess.” Your face flushed at the sensation of his growing embrace, and this only worsened when you felt his- a small kiss from his lips on the tender skin of your shoulder. As much as you loved this, it seemed almost out of the norm for him, so your arms wrapped around him before delicately asking “Are you okay, Jason?” He nodded “I’m fine, I just-“ Jason took a deep breath, his calloused fingers shifting under your shirt and onto your skin as a mental anchor. “-I get worried when I have my episodes, and today it involved you. It could’ve been worse, yeah, but I never want to hurt you like that again… I care about you a lot. Sometimes more than I should.” You wanted to respond but your words fell flat, your arms tightened around him as you thought about what you wanted to say next. “I care about you too, but I’ll take every punch, every breakdown, every bad moment you could bring. I told you I’d always be here for you, no matter what. You’re a strong, whitty, loving man… and as much as you self deprecate, I think- I know you’re my favorite person in the world, whether you wanna believe it or not.” Jason moved his head, pressing his nose into your hair with tightly shut eyes before he gently pulled your head back. He wasn’t crying, but with the gloss covering his eyes he wasn’t about to. He bit the inside of his lip, “You’re such an asshole…” he remarked, trying to keep his calm. “Me?!” He nodded, nose crinkling as he sniffled “yeah, you.” One hand slid from its resting spot all the way up to your cheek “Making me cry like an idiot.” He slowly reeled you in closer, which you followed throughout as if enchanted by him. “I’m a fool for you, sweetheart.”

“I love you.”

His words echoed in your mind… this was it. The moment you’ve been waiting for, for years thats all you’ve ever wanted to hear.

“I love you too.”

The two of you met in the middle, his lips melting against yours, the two of you felt this immense pressure alleviate, all of the tension and anticipation leaving the room. His hands squeezed at whatever skin they could grab, and your arms looped around him in new places to hold him closer, like you couldn’t live without his touch. His chest rumbled as he let out a soft groan, his body filling with an indescribable amount of love and pleasure as he finally had you right where he wanted you- in his arms, loving him as much as he loves you. He peppered a few small kisses around the corners of your mouth, before capturing your lips in one final kiss. He pulled back ever so slightly, his lips still brushing against yours as he whispered “I love you so fucking much.” You pressed one last little peck to his lips before splitting the kiss again “I love you, Jason.” Jason’s heart raced as he heard your words, flipping the two of you over, “Jason!” He tilted his head innocently “oh? I’m sorry, you thought you were going somewhere? No, I’m indulging in all of your affection before patrol tonight.” Your hands playfully hit his sturdy arms as they caged you in “you ass!” Jason gasped in feigned offense “I thought you liked my ass” he teased, a fake pout on display.

“I hate you.”

“Love you too, hotshot”

Thank you for reading!

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?”

A/N: Thank u for reading! I haven’t really been in my groove lately, but I appreciate all the support I get- even if it’s just one like. I do this as a fun side hobby whenever I’m free or have the motivation, I’m still getting an education and currently in the process of moving so I’ve been busy, but I can’t express enough how much I appreciate all the requests from people who love the same characters I do!

If you have sent in a story request and are reading this- again, sorry for not publishing it yet- but I have read them and they’re all so good! I’ve actually started writing most of them but I do get worried the person receiving them won’t like it, so please bear with me.

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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 😭 🖤