#xytrax

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 😭 🖤

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