#alex finds it extremely amusing

[soyboysace]

i genuinely love how amused alex is by julian's annoyance and distain towards him

[melodyofhisheart]

body paint | alex turner (the car era).

brushes, a beautiful landscape, love and a sleeping boyfriend. (fluff <3) hii !! this is my first post is this fandom, i fell in love with the arctic monkeys years ago, but i changed my style of music in the meantime, however the love for this band and for alex came back as quickly as it left aha :) i hope you will enjoy reading this !

The brushes glided through her fingers with an almost hypnotic grace, as she passionately painted the changing shades of the Alpine mountains in the morning light outside her window. The sun was beginning to rise, illuminating the interior of their bedroom. Illuminating her boyfriend's naked upper body, asleep, wrapped in warm comforters. His skin looked like gold, highlighting the few moles that reigned on his muscular shoulders. His brown hair lay sumptuously on the pillow and his sleepy, rested face looked like an angel descended from heaven.

She concentrated on her canvas, letting the landscape inspire her as she captured every shade of green of the fir trees, every fold of the majestic mountains and every minute detail of the fields below.

Suddenly, a surge of overflowing affection seized her as she watched Alex's peaceful sleep. The feeling of love that invaded her was so intense that she couldn't resist expressing it creatively. She gently placed her brushes on the windowsill and approached the bed. Her heart pounding, she delicately picked up a small can of paint, chose a fine brush and gently dipped the bristles in the softest color she had. With extreme care, she began to trace light lines on Alex's arm, drawing delicate patterns that seemed to dance with the morning light.

Her gestures were gentle and confident, each one a silent declaration of her love for the man sleeping in front of her. She traced arabesques on his skin, drew patterns of leaves and flowers, as if infusing some of nature's beauty into her own living work of art. As she worked, a blissful smile came over Alex's face, as if he could feel the gentleness of her gestures even in his sleep. Words couldn't express how beautiful and special she found him, and she hoped this artistic touch would show him in a way that was unique to their deep connection.

When she had finished, she stood back to admire her work. The light patterns seemed to merge with Alex's skin, creating a living, ephemeral canvas. She let out a satisfied sigh, her heart overflowing with happiness.

Alex's eyelids fluttered gently, and he began to emerge slowly from his slumber. His sleepy gaze fell first on her, who stood there with a teasing smile. Then his gaze drifted to his own arm, where the delicate, colorful patterns were displayed. He squinted, blinking several times, as if he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing. A smile of wonder finally appeared on Alex's lips. His dark brown eyes sparkled with an amused, affectionate gleam. Gently, he raised his hand, watching the patterns unfold with his movements. Each line seemed to resonate with a hidden meaning, a secret language between them.

She stood there, captivated by Alex's reaction, her own heart racing. She had put so much of her love and affection into these designs, and to see his radiant smile was a reward in itself.

Finally, Alex laid eyes on her, and they shared a knowing glance, a silent exchange of deep feeling and sincere affection. Without saying a word, he reached out to her, inviting her to join him on the bed. She approached with a gentle smile and slid in beside him, finding refuge in his arms. They remained huddled together, losing themselves in the warmth and comfort of their embrace. Her fingers slid gently over his skin, following the lines of the paint, as they cuddled tenderly. The silence wasn't awkward, but rather comforting, as if they could understand each other's thoughts without the need for words. They shared sighs of happiness, hushed laughter, and exchanged gentle kisses, testifying to their mutual affection.

After a moment, Alex slowly rose from the bed, casting a sidelong glance at her who remained there with a mischievous smile. He headed for the bathroom to take a shower, but before closing the door behind him, he gave her a knowing wink.

When Alex returned from the shower, she was waiting for him, her eyes sparkling with excitement. They found themselves in each other's arms again, their lips instinctively searching for each other in a tender kiss. Alex's hands roamed gently over her back, and she snuggled closer to him. As they laughed and cuddled, the sun's rays came softly through the curtains, illuminating the room with a golden glow and Alex's face. She came to caress his cheek tenderly and said :

"There's still a trace of body paint on your leg, on your arm and on your face love..."

[clicheantagonist]

WiP Wednesday

(extremely late, like at least half a year lmao oops)

Thankies for continuing to include me in y'all's tags: @socially-awkward-skeleton @josephslittledeputy @aceghosts @adelaidedrubman @shallow-gravy @derelictheretic

From Feel Good Drag ('The Boys' AU)

It feels like filler but I promise its not. I needed to post this before the bits I really wanna delve into for plot reasons.

"Can't bribe me with money, can't shower me with shame. Another killer from a broken home, until you come on me with manic fame. You wanna know about it? Well I'ma be fucking with you every time. Story broken, you're behind. Yeah, when you ask about it? You can rest assured I'll give you my best side. Seems we all have friends to find.” - Avenged Sevenfold, “Natural Born Killer”

“So, I’m sensing you’re havin’ some doubts. About me.” Alex decides to just say it, if she lets him sit and stew in his own thoughts that might lead to paranoia, and that may not be good for her. She’s noticed Butcher’s gotten quieter, and she’s caught him looking at her like she’s a puzzle to be solved, like she’s not what she seems.

‘Fair play to him, really. His instincts are very good.’

“That right?” Butcher asks, looking up and tipping his head against the wall, watching her from the opposite side of the room. Alex snorts an amused note and rolls her eyes.

“What’s on your mind? Think I’m workin for the other team?” Alex asks, unfolding her legs from underneath her and stretching, leaning back on her hands in the second bed. Alex was not about to live like someone on the run, so she didn’t really mind putting them up somewhere hospitable.

“D’you trust easy?” He asks her bluntly, and her lips twist up in a lopsided smirk.

“Oh God, no. But my inquiring mind wants to know. Maybe I can dispel some of your fears?” Alex offers, knowing if they have any chance at all of dethroning Homelander and Vought, they need to be on the same page and able to trust each other enough to not be preoccupied thinking about a betrayal. Alex is keenly aware of the dangers that come with seeds of distrust.

Butcher scoffs.

“Yer a ghost, love.” He tells her empathetically, as if trying to drive the point home with that single vague sentence. Alex tips her chin and raises her brows, inviting him to elaborate.

‘Humor me.’

“All yer official documents say Alex Shepherd died a U.S. Marshall, back in ‘99. But tha legend of ‘er haunts tha biochemical unda’ground. And Alice Sterling’s too borin’ ta be tha real you. ‘ow on Earth can I trust ya?” Butcher asks her, tone well controlled as he casts her a look that says he knows she’s too smart not to understand where he’s coming from.

“You did your homework. Very thoroughly. I’m impressed.” Alex praises, genuinely taken aback that Butcher had managed to find enough about her to reach the correct conclusion so quickly. She and Wesker had crafted her alias(es) (and death) very well, but Alex is attached to her identity – it was just paperwork to her, erasing her trail.

“But all of that’s just proof of how good I am at what I do. And we know that’s why you reached out. You needed a proven professional.” Alex replies, expression relaxing into an easier little smile, resting her head on her right shoulder.

Butcher makes a grumbling noise that sounds annoyed – perhaps he’d say ‘chuffed’, in the negative sense – but he doesn’t seem angry. Alex finds his moods and their sudden shifts fascinating. He’s such a stark contrast to Wesker’s eerie controlled calm she’s so used to.

“However, if you’re as thorough as I think you are, you already know I’m very reliable – its hard to keep clients in my business if you fuck them over. I didn’t only do my husband’s dirty work.” Alex reminds knowingly; she is well aware of her reputation in her professional circles – she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t proud of her ability to juggle Wesker’s daunting/dangerous requests and her own independent clients during their busiest years.

Butcher watches her thoughtfully, his expression largely remaining the same, save for a few twitching muscles in his neck and jaw.

“Yer good at that.” Butcher tells her with a knowing little smile, pointing in her direction.

“And I wasn’t even trying.” Alex replies, taking a little joy in the situation – while counterproductive, a little naughty part of her always enjoys when she makes people nervous/wary/uncomfortable.

“You know more about me than I know about you; surely that’s somewhat comforting?” Alex adds, filling in Butcher’s silence.

“Ya ‘avent asked.” Butcher shrugs her off, leaning back against the wall.

“Would you be honest if I did?”

“Depends.” He shrugs.

Alex smiles – that answer, at least, was honest.

“I’m not gonna put you on the spot, don’t worry. People tend to get comfortable tellin’ me weird shit. You’ll let me know eventually.” Alex tells him, amused by the quick confused expression on Butcher’s face.

‘Occasionally, dear heart, all you can do is be patient. So you must be patient.’ Wesker’s voice reminds Alex, from some distant, private corner of her mind.

[lovelylotusf1]

What each driver would be like playing “TTT” 🔫🕵‍♂️

For everyone who doesn't know the game: TTT is a multiplayer shooter game where the players get sorted into two teams: “Innocent” and “Traitor”. Only Traitors know who is in their team, the Innocent have to guess (leading to a few mind games along the way). There is also a Detective who gets special items to help the Innocents combat the Traitors.

The goal is to eliminate the other team.

You know Among Us? It's basically Among Us but Counterstrike.

Max Verstappen

That one tryhard in the group, you know the one. Takes everything extremely seriously, no fun allowed, he's here to win. Often seen hanging around Charles, who balances out his serious playstyle. Can be convinced to have some fun but only by Charles.

Checo Perez

Doesn't know why he's here. The last video game he played was Tetris. Is frequently left alive solely because he has no clue what's going on and is therefore not seen as dangerous.

Charles Leclerc

The menace. WILL shove you off high buildings and cliffs just because he thinks it’s funny. Teams mean nothing to him, will kill anyone on sight if it has the potential to make him laugh. No one ever suspects him being a Traitor because he also does all this when he's Innocent.

Carlos Sainz

Is a surprisingly good Detective. However, he WILL sing Smooth Operator when he wins. Sometimes gets killed just to prevent this.

Lando Norris

Running around the map at speeds unparalleled. Manic energy personified. Consistently has the most fun, mostly achieved by trolling everyone.

Oscar Piastri

Resident ghost. Goes quiet as soon as the round starts. Everyone thinks he's dead until he snipes them from the shadows. Has won rounds where he was the only one left standing in his team. Was banned from using a Sniper Rifle for a long time.

Lewis Hamilton

Refuses to play.

George Russell

Writes essays on the fly on who is most likely to be a Traitor based on their behavior and pattern of speech. Tries to calm everyone down and speak in an orderly fashion. Makes for a great Detective but often gets killed when he's Innocent because he yaps too much.

Alex Albon

Blames everything on George. Killed a man? George did it (he was on the other side of the map). Saw someone jump off a building? George shoved them (it was probably Charles). Gets away with it most of the time.

Logan Sargeant

Likes to throw explosive barrels at people to his soundboard of Bald Eagle screeches. He embraces the meme. And is often the first one to be killed as a result.

Daniel Ricciardo

Is very bad at the game. Still laughs the most out of everyone. You probably don't want him as your teammate but he is too fun to be mad at him.

Yuki Tsunoda

You'd think he is sweet because he is so smol. Oh no. The rage has nowhere to go in his body. He is the first to scream obscenities into the mic, the likes of which you probably heard coming from a 12 year old on XBox voice chat (they are vicious).

Pierre Gasly

Targets Esteban and Esteban specifically. Even if they're on the same team. Other than that, can be seen trailing Charles and shoving people off buildings with him.

Esteban Ocon

Most often seen in a heated debate with Pierre, spoken in French. Sometimes Charles is live-translating everything they say to everyone’s amusement.

Fernando Alonso

Gets all the trick shots. Dances on your dead body. You hear him laughing maniacally before he kills everyone. Seems to be a Traitor almost every time.

Lance Stroll

A bit unsure of what he's supposed to do but in a lovable kind of way. Tries to latch onto Fernando, who takes him under his wings like a mother hen.

Nico Hülkenberg

People forgot to invite him.

Kevin Magnussen

Doesn't play. Always uses the excuse of having to look after his daughter (even if she isn't there).

Valtteri Bottas

The one who's always messing around with the props on the map. Likes finding the bike, picking it up and pretending to ride it. Isn't interested in anything else.

Zhou Guanyu

Refuses to use any weapon other than the cat gun. Despite that, he is surprisingly good at the game if his cat isn't trying to lie on his keyboard.

[cchr11]

Perhaps I should explain the context of wtf is going on in all the drawings I've posted so far about Ulrika. It's all headcanons btw

JC having the habit of pinching Ulrika's cheeks: JC is the type of stoic guy that experiences cute-aggression the moment he lies eyes upon something he finds cute, and Ulrika's features count as cute in his checklist. So he pinches her cheeks without warning and completetly at random, and to make it worse, it's hard for her seeing it coming as reading him is extremely difficult (he barely kinesically emotes), making the pinching all the more unpredictable. It's because of this difficulty in reading him is that Ulrika thinks, at first, he does it to mock or dismiss her. However, as she spends more time with him, she catches on the fact he does it because he actually likes her. As a bonus, he's amused by how her lips look when he stretches them.

Alex D. finding her in JC's memories: In Invisible War, there's a point where Alex has to enter JC's mind while he's still in stasis in order to protect him from Billie and awake him. In that lil confusing comic page, Alex encounters a memory through JC's POV where Ulrika is jokingly warning him over the cheek pinching, already aware of him doing it as a positive interaction. It's a memory of that specific moment, for in the real world Ulrika's been long dead by that point.

Rough Play: JC's not what I'd call romantic and his way of showing affection is rather stiff and rough. He's also far more physical than verbal and straight to the point. Cute-aggression plays a massive role in the ways he shows physical affection and, in his eyes, Ulrika's pretty cute, so she's constantly getting playfuly steamrolled. She's pretty tomboyish herself and very much into the whole 'rough play' thing, so it's fun for her to wrestle it out (although she 99% of the time ends up bested by him).

Moar context: Ulrika's the only non-Paul centric character I've come up so far and is unique in regard of her existing in two made-up timelines of the og game: 'JC's Ally' (all this info belongs here) and 'UNATCO JC' (of which I've added a whoopin' of 0 content so far). She dies in both timelines and is meant to only appear during the Hong Kong stuff, she's supposed to be the agent Tracer Tong mentions sending to infiltrate Versalife and returns with the elevator code only.

[victorluvsalice]

Merry Christmas Newt!

@dont-offend-the-bees Sooo, you had no specific prompts for me, which opened the floor for me to write something -- weird. Something that combined a couple of things I know you're interested in, because I've seen them on your tumblr. Something that, specifically, crossed over your new obsession with the Saw movies...with a certain British gameshow hosted by Greg Davies that I myself rather like. I actually came up with this idea a little while back and meant to message you about it, but forgot -- and I'm kind of glad I did, because that allowed me to write this ridiculous thing as a surprise. XD Hope you find it funny!

Tasksaw

“Well – we’re in a bit of a pickle, aren’t we?”

“I’d say it’s more than just a pickle,” Josh snapped back, tugging on the chain attaching his leg to the wall to test its strength. Depressingly, it seemed to be pretty damn well bolted in there. “Or do you get drugged and wake up in moldy old bathrooms with your leg manacled to the nearest wall often?”

“I can’t say I have,” the other fellow – who’d introduced himself as James – admitted, giving his leg a cursory kick. The chain attached to it rattled, snaking across the filthy floor. “Though I have been in my fair share of shitty bathrooms before.”

Josh squinted at him. “Was that an intentional pun, or. . . ?”

James just gave him a smirk – which was quickly replaced by a frown as he looked around the room again. “It is a very odd place, though. You have any idea why we’re here?”

“Not a bloody clue, mate,” Josh said, letting his chain slip from his hands. “I mean, obviously we pissed off somebody, but I don’t know who or why.”

“Yeah, me either. The guys in Pindrop weren’t that upset about us breaking up,” James muttered, scratching his head. “Which was actually a bit insulting, if you think about it – oh! Hang on!” He snapped his fingers, pointing frantically at Josh. “We need to check that our kidneys haven’t been stolen!”

“Our – our kidneys?” Josh repeated, baffled.

“Yeah! That’s the main reason people get kidnapped, isn’t it?” James said, rolling up the side of his shirt to stare at his abdomen. “To get their organs harvested? And I rather appreciate having my kidneys inside my body!”

“You’ve been reading too many conspiracy theory sites,” Josh said – though he did slip a hand under his shirt, just to feel for any new scars. “Besides, I think we should have woken up in a bathtub full of ice if that was the case.”

“Nobody said our kidnappers had to be good at harvesting organs.”

“Excuse me!”

Both men looked up as the door on the far wall, just out of reach of their chains, opened, admitting a rather awkward-looking man with a scruffy beard and gapped teeth, dressed in a smart black suit and carrying an iPad. “Hello,” he greeted them, with a smile that didn’t seem entirely natural. “Would you like to play a game?”

Josh stared for a moment, trying and failing to come up with an appropriate way to respond to this. “Um. . .”

“What game?” James said, rolling his shirt back down and giving the newcomer a suspicious look. “Who are you?”

“Right, right, let me just. . .”

The man did something on his iPad, then held it up, displaying an image of a rather portly and extremely tall late-middle-aged man in glasses, sat upon an ornate golden throne. “GREETINGS, PEONS!” a powerful voice rang out from the tinny speakers. “Allow me to introduce myself – I am THE TASKMASTER! Your one true love, your reason for getting up in the morning, your NEW GOD AND MASTER! Over the next few days, I shall set you a series of tasks, overseen by my admin and general puppet-man Little Alex Horne! I shall score these tasks according to my whims, and at the end of our time together, whoever scores the most points wins the most valuable prize of all – THEIR LIFE! The loser will be killed in an appropriately ironic fashion. So play well, and amuse me. Puppet-man, I leave things in your hands. DON’T SCREW THIS UP!”

The recording ended in a burst of simulated static. The man – Alex – immediately pulled a piece of paper, folded and sealed with a red wax bearing a “TM” logo, out of his jacket and delivered it to Josh. “If you could just read that aloud, please?”

Completely and utterly baffled, Josh broke the seal and unfolded the paper. “‘Clean your half of this bathroom,” he read out. “‘Cleanest bathroom half wins. You have one hour. Your time starts now.’” He blinked, then looked up at Alex. “Clean – what? How?”

“All the information’s on the task,” Alex replied calmly, starting up a timer on his iPad.

Josh facepalmed into the paper. “Seriously? You’re going to be like this?”

“Well well well – looks like we’re going head to head on this one, Josh!” James said, with perhaps more enthusiasm than the situation warranted. “And I plan to win – puppet-man! Get me a cabbage and a red dress.”

[theageoftheunderstatement]

Los Angeles Times: Arctic Monkeys’ Alex Turner on fame, Frank Sinatra and the elusive search for the ‘mega-riff’

Written by Mikael Wood, 21/10/2022

Arctic Monkeys blasted out of the U.K. in 2006 with “Whatever People Say I Am, That’s What I’m Not,” a scrappy modern-classic debut that framed the young quartet as a kind of transatlantic counterpart to the new wave of American garage-revival acts.

Seven years and a part-time move to Los Angeles later, the band conquered U.S. rock radio with the stomping and sexy “AM,” which spun off hits like “R U Mine?” and “Do I Wanna Know?” (Current Spotify play count for the latter: 1.4 billion.) Now the Monkeys — singer Alex Turner, guitarist Jamie Cook, bassist Nick O’Malley and drummer Matt Helders — are two albums deep into their older-and-weirder phase: On “The Car,” which came out Friday and follows 2018’s “Tranquility Base Hotel & Casino,” Turner croons enigmatically about disco balls and snooker clubs over slo-mo psychedelic funk that suggests an otherworldly wedding band.

Which was actually a gig Turner, 36, took up recently when he serenaded a couple of just-married friends with Dion’s “Only You Know” at their nuptials in L.A. “How’d you hear about that?” he asked a few days later over tea in a deserted Los Feliz bar. Told a guest had posted a clip of his performance on Instagram, he laughed and said, “Suppose it would be astonishing these days if that didn’t happen.”

Indeed, though the Monkeys can fill arenas and headline festivals in the U.S., Turner is a proper tabloid-level celebrity (and low-key style icon) in London, where he’s back to living most of the time with his girlfriend, French singer Louise Verneuil. Dressed in a filmy floral-print shirt and smartly tailored trousers, he discussed Frank Sinatra, great hair and the death of England’s queen.

When you were 17 or 18, could you have envisioned yourself singing the way you’re singing now? No. At first I didn’t even accept that I was a singer. I can’t remember really thinking about the idea of melody within the vocal performances. It was focused a lot more on just getting the words out. I can’t put a percentage on it, but I feel like there were a lot more words per 30 seconds of music in that original stage.

Does the early stuff seem overly wordy to you now? I wouldn’t put it like that. But some of the choices I find amusing.

I caught your set at Primavera Sound a couple of weeks ago and there was this funny moment after “Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High?” where you said to the audience, “Simple stuff — let’s hear it for simple stuff.” Well, I’d just repeated that phrase four times in the song, and by the fourth time I said it, people were still saying it back to me. So it seemed like I needed to give some recognition to simple stuff. Not that I necessarily think what we’re doing now is extremely complicated in comparison. But a song like that — that’s on “AM,” and I reckon we had a feeling before that record of trying to go more direct in that moment. I think that tune was probably the most direct you could go.

Do you find the idea of someone asking you to explain your songs excruciating? I don’t know if I’d go all the way to excruciating. I’m just not sure what I would say if someone were to ask me.

As a listener, are you drawn to music that can be kind of confusing? Absolutely not. I’m drawn to straightforward things. For some reason I’m thinking about this “Sinatra at the Sands” record that I love. There’s this song, “Don’t Worry ’Bout Me” — that’s one where you can guess what it’s about from the title. But there’s stuff going on in the band and in the music that’s intricate. He does this bit that always gets me — a sound comes out of his mouth, but it’s not any of the notes. He just kind of swoops up: [Sings] “Look out for yourself.”

How’d you get into Sinatra? Through my dad when I was a little kid. He was playing in a big band, and his stepdad was part of a big band. Between being in my dad’s car and being with my grandparents, that music was around a lot.

Does it feel reasonable to compare “The Car” to something like Sinatra? I’d certainly be careful with that. But the fact that that kind of music has been there is probably partly responsible for why I’ve arrived at a place where I thought it was all right to scratch whatever we’ve been scratching on these last couple of records.

A thing I love about Sinatra is that he still had swagger even as he got older, lost his hair and gained some weight. I remember when I was a kid my grandmother trying to convince me that, you know, “This is what a pop star used to be.” I was like, “What? No, that’s in a different world.” This was when the thing was, like, boy bands or whatever it was. But she was like, “This is what young people used to be mad for.”

You have famously great hair. As a pop star, do you worry about losing it? On some level, no one’s thrilled about that. But I suppose the guy with the microphone has more of a cause for concern. It’s one show at a time, isn’t it?

Say more about being the guy with the microphone. Your performance style these days feels to me like a kind of riff on that idea. There’s a self-awareness to the way you carry yourself. Because we’re back onstage again [after the pandemic], I’m trying not to let myself do things that I would have done three years ago. I’m trying to wrangle the gestures into what’s right for this music, and I think I’m kind of starting to figure it out. It’s not as if I’m sitting down with video after a show and making notes, though in a weird way, I don’t mind that idea.

There are some historical through lines to the role, right? Harry Styles’ act runs back through you and through guys from the ’70s and back to Sinatra. When you see Harry, are you like, “Yeah, I know what that guy’s doing”? What is the answer to that? [Laughs] I feel like I’d have to go see his show to be able to properly answer. Sooner or later I’ll get the chance.

Some Arctic Monkeys fans will hear this album and wish it was more of a loud rock thing. I’m sure. But the rock-guitar side of things, it’s still in there — more than I expected it to be, if I’m honest. I’d been working on this for a while by myself before we had a session with the band. And in that session I started to find myself wanting to stand up and turn up the guitar amp.

Your drummer, Matt, recently told an interviewer that the “heavy riffs” were never coming back. I can’t rule out the possibility that we’re gonna write another mega-riff. But I didn’t find one this time.

Do you enjoy being a pop star? I have very little basis for comparison. The band has been going on for a larger fraction of my lifetime than it hasn’t, which is a threshold that’s only just been crossed. That’s the point at which you cease to be able to give a valid answer to that question.

You ever long for a more traditional life? I mean, just like writing a mega-riff, I don’t want to rule it out. I’m not taking anything off the table.

Last thing. I saw Duran Duran play the Hollywood Bowl in September, and they put a photo of the late Queen Elizabeth on the big video screens and asked the crowd for a moment of silence. What did the crowd do?

Kept respectfully quiet. I don’t know if you’ll have an answer to this, but if you’d been playing a show that weekend, would you have felt some impulse to comment onstage? [Pauses] I think you were right when you said I might not have an answer to that.

[mac-lilly]

JATP fic ideas that live rent-free in my head

A compilation post to keep track of all the jatp stories that I will never write ...

Stuff I've actually written

Juke:

Juke Kitchen

Alone Together

Strumming the Soul

Beautiful

Heartbeat

Willex:

Hotdog and Cold dog

Cross my heart and hope to die (again)

A night to remember:

Just one more night (Luke)

Tomorrow (Reggie)

Ghostwriter:

Snippet 1

Snippet 2

Snippet 3

Hamster!Luke

Doodle

Canon-Compliant (kinda)

The inevitabilities of (after)life

(Boys coming back to life but without memories - Juke)

After their performance at The Orpheum, the guys suddenly start seeing a magical light, and they figure it's time to cross over. Before they leave, however, Julie and Luke accidentally seal a magical pact with unfathomable consequences. (And they kiss.) And then the boys are gone.

However, a year later, just after coming to terms with the guys' departure, Julie's world is turned upside-down (again) when a very alive Luke suddenly reenters her life. And it's not just him -- Alex and Reggie are back too. But to Julie's horror and agony, all three have lost their memories. (And not just them. With the exception of Bobby, nobody remembers them.)

And so, Julie has to make a decision: Fight to unseal their memories or let them live their new-found lives without her?

It's an easy choice, really. Plus, she has to make her resurrected Phantoms stay alive. Because there's a series of uncanny and nearly fatal accidents that always involve her boys and, weirdly, Nick.

(There are 1.75 chapters of this on my PC.)

Ghost license

(inspired by the movie "Hui Buh" - no focus on romance)

The boys get tasked to obtain a ghost license for the Molina house. Otherwise, they have to leave the place and become wayward ghosts (and have to return to Caleb.) And thus, the Phantoms are forced to attend a school for ghosts -- exams included.

Random character stuff:

Julie's doodling

Luke's room

AUs

Songwriting Journal of Fate

(A Kimi no Na Wa AU - Juke)

Part I

Part II

Part III

Snippet 1

Snippet 2

Show me how to be whole again

An arranged marriage/enemies-to-reluctant-allies-to-friends-to-lovers Juke AU

Plot

BAM! I'm actually writing this one.

AO3 Link

Image Board

Sweet Home Alabama AU

Yet another enemies-to-friends-to-almost-lovers-to-enemies-to-friends&lovers Juke AU.

Teaser

First & Last Scene

"Life with Derek"-inspired AU

Teaser/Prologue

Rivers of London AU

Julie, a witch in training, and Luke, a ghost

Snippet 1

Snippet 2

Snippet 3

Phantom Thieves

(A Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne AU (without the religious stuff) - Juke)

Julie makes a deal with Caleb: She helps him collect/steal possessed artifacts, and in exchange, he'll grant her a chance to talk to her mom again.

At first, it goes pretty well. She steals the objects and hands them over to Caleb. But soon, she gets a rival. Another thief shows up, who is way too cheeky and attractive, and he starts snatching those items Julie is supposed to steal from under her nose. Julie is not amused by his attitude, and Caleb tells her that he probably wants to use these magical items for evil.

At the same time, Julie makes acquaintance with three guys who just transferred to her school, and she may or may not develop a crush on one of them. (And Julie can't help but see certain similarities between Luke and her new-found thievish rival ... but surely that's just a coincidence, right?)

Mind the Gap

(A Neverwhere AU - Willex & (minor) Juke)

Alex lives a pretty normal life. Sure, after he came out to his parents, he's become an outcast. But he's willing to put up with this shit anyway. (What are the alternatives?)

Then he encounters Willie, an extremely weird but also handsome guy who tells him that he is being hunted. Confused, Alex helps him hide. The next day, Willie is gone, and suddenly his life seems to vanish. His parents, his peers -- everyone seems to forget that he exists.

Determined to set things right, Alex sets out to find Willie, hoping that he (or the person he's running away from) has the power to give him his life back. He enters the World Below -- the place where all the people who've all fallen through the cracks stand. However, as he keeps gathering a group of unlikely and way too cheerful acquaintances who quickly become his friends (and more), he starts questioning his desire to return to the normal world.

[callmegkiddo]

Heehoo x reader lol

I know that's you, Alex- (@alexpangender) I remember you distinctly agreeing with the old man how simpable Heehoo is- fine-

You were out in the woods of the Ego manor. You were the personal assistant of the house. Helping cook, clean, and do other things for certain Egos who had difficulties doing it.

Dark had specifically hired you due to your level-headedness and how easy it was to get along with you. You were thankful for it, but having this job was a bit of a hassle, especially since the only other non-ego residents were kids and 1 (2 technically) other adult.

That other adult was Dexter Blair. He was the adoptive father of all the kids and your coworker. He was an awkward individual who had caught feelings on nearly every Ego in the manor. You sympathized with the man as he got fired, then rehired after this revelation.

He had a lot on his plate, helping Dark with lawsuits. But he was able to sustain himself and his 15+ kids without problems.

You might be asking yourself, why were you out here in the forest? Well, you were here to give Heehoo his yearly vaccination. They were Doctor's orders, as Dr. Iplier had to keep an eye on the DA and the still-sick G.

Who is Heehoo? He's an animalistic ego, a version of Annus during one of the various videos of Unas Annus.

You sighed as you imagined the possible struggle you would have to deal with. But you kept pushing through the bushes and holding the vaccine kit Iplier had provided.

Just as you were about to turn a corner to the usual Egos hideout, you heard rustling from a distance. Freezing up, you look around, scared. "Ay, w-who's there?" you stammered over your words. You held the kit tightly, raising it as a weapon.

Some bushes near you rustle violently, shaking as if a strong breeze had hit them. You shrieked a tad till a head popped out from the leaves. It was Heehoo!

You groaned face palmed, the Ego crawling over on all fours letting out grunts as if to show his amusement.

"Dammit, Heehoo! Ugh, get over here, you big lug. I have a vaccine with your name on it," you grumbled. The Ego flinched and crouched closer to the ground. As if ready to pounce, all you gave him was this stern look.

He gives up on the attack, offering his shoulder to you. You cackle lightly as you take out the syringe. "Hehehe, victory is mine!" and with that, you first disinfected the patch of skin before injecting him with the vaccine. He whimpers a bit as it stung.

You disinfected the skin again before covering it with a cotton ball. You secured a cotton ball over the bleeding spot using medical tape.

"All good, buddy," You informed the Ego. He looked down at his now patched-up arm and frowned. You frowned in return, "Don't you fuckin dare," he falters at that. Sighing, you sit on the ground next to him, contemplating what to do next.

Heehoo seemed to have plans, though. He had laid himself on the ground and plopped his head onto your lap. He cuddles into your stomach, finding your warmth friendly and comforting.

Chuckling, you lay a hand on his head, brushing your fingers through his surprisingly not-as-messy hair. Though it was extremely greasy. You stay there for a bit, letting the sounds of the forest echo around you.

This was nice… It was calm, an exact contrast to the manor…. You should visit him more often…

[scumbagg]

art by my gyal @/rex.goodnight on ig 🥰

DISCLAIMER: I did the absolute minimal research when it comes to the different factions/orgs/branches of military/army or whatever lmaoooo so if anything’s incorrect idc just pretend it makes sense 🌚 also yes this is absolutely a self insert masked as a character so 🤫

Sydney “Wednesday” Reid

Aliases/Nicknames: Syd (Kyle & Ghost), Wednesday (141), Reid (Price)

141, SRR

Nationality: Australian/United Kingdom

Age: 29

Height: 5’7” / 170cm

Expertise: Combat, Stealth, Technical Knowledge, Language Translation, Bomb Disposal, Covert Surveillance.

Born in Australia to an Australian father and English mother, Sydney was the lucky recipient of a dual citizenship. The family emigrated to her mother’s home town of Appledore, a small fishing village in the south west of England when Sydney was 15 years old.

Sydney joined the British Army straight out of school, eventually passing selection for the Special Reconnaissance Regiment (SRR). She was eventually passed onto the anti terror wing team assigned to clear a London townhouse confirmed to be housing the members of Al-Qatala responsible for the Piccadilly terrorist attacks, where she worked alongside Captain Price and Sgt Kyle Garrick. It’s here Syd formed a strong friendship with Kyle, managing to stay in contact with him afterwards.

Sydney linked back up again with Price and Garrick at the siege of the US embassy in Urzikstan, where she assisted in the failed extraction of Omar ‘The Wolf’ Sulaman. Unable to be complacent with the failure of the mission, she joined Farah and Alex in the capture and death of The Wolf.

Syd is contacted years later by Captain Price himself to join an elite team he called Taskforce 141, comprised of the best British special operatives he knew. It’s here Syd is introduced to Sgt John ‘Soap’ Mactavish and Lt Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley as they set off for Al Mazrah.

Sydney and Ghost eventually develop a slow burn relationship, keeping it extremely quiet until Price picks up on it and questions Syd about it one night when it’s just the two of them on a drive back to base.

Random facts:

- Soap gave Sydney the name ‘Wednesday’ due to the way she wore her hair - at first as a joke, but eventually everyone around her on the squad began to call her that. She hated it at first and would roll her eyes, much to Soap’s amusement, but one day she caught sight of Ghost’s eyes watching her and noticed he found her irritation amusing. She’d never paid the Lieutenant any type of attention, and he never gave away any type of emotion, so knowing this information sparked something in her curiosity. (Everyone except Ghost eventually started calling her Wednesday over comms).

- Sydney’s scar came from a failed surfing lesson at 14 years old at a beach in Australia. Faces and surfboards aren’t a good match, apparently. The accident closed the beach for the rest of the week due to the amount of blood in the water from the head injury. No more surfing after that.

- Syd loves cooking, and is really good at it, however finds it difficult to find the time while on assignment. She’ll take any opportunity she can to cook the 141 boys a big meal

- Loves photography. Sydney quite often carries around a camera while travelling to assignment, and loves capturing the different countries she visits. She mostly captures her squad mates in unsuspecting moments.

- Sydney and Kyle discovered they live in the same neighbourhood in London. They often go to football (soccer) games together when they’re back home.

[oneofboth]

Meet Alex!

(Using translator, English is not our native language!) Okay, guys, I have an exam at the university soon, so I'm definitely not in the mood to finish a new reference. Instead, I will drop here it's sketch, an old reference and other drawings with Alex.

The woman in front of you is extremely difficult. At work, she is a real professional, she studies the dimension and the beings of Xen, it even feels like she comes from there herself, otherwise how can you explain that she knows so much?? She communicates with headcrabs as with friends, does not disdain to go to their chamber once again, and snarks do not explode in her presence, and houndeyes just adore her! The list can go on for a long time. However, there is one thing. It's just impossible to talk to her. Alex is so aggressive towards everything that no one has ever left her office "unblemished." It feels like she's fighting with everyone on purpose. Perhaps she is amused by this? Maybe she has nothing to do? Or maybe she feeds on the energy of others emotions?.. Alex, although an unpleasant person, still treats others with some kind of respect, just a little. She often picks up newcomers under her black wing and helps them get used to this terrible facility, and she signed up for this herself, no one even offered this to her. He often comes to conferences, sipping her coffee, listens for some time, and then interrupts the story and points out mistakes...in her own style. No one knows what a woman is driven by, but she probably wants only the best to Black Mesa. You can find her in her office, in the cafeteria, in some corridors and in chambers with creatures. However, you did notice that something was wrong with her. Her eyes glow in the dark periodically, then her name on the badge seems to change by itself, then you hear a dull growl from the depths of her body. And how does she withstand such an amount of coffee?? How much does she drink?....34..50? Cups a day? Yeah, the woman is clearly having a midlife crisis. No wonders, she's 40 years old. Well, that's what it says in her passport. He looks much older. Although, let's be honest, half of Sector E in the complex can't wait for this dinosaur to finally kick back. The other half either respects her, or respects her and being under her feminine charms, succumbing to the superfluous "Sweet" or "Dear". No one remembers when Alex started working at Mesa. It seems that these people are no longer alive. Or maybe they just quit. Although Wallace Breen himself claims that the woman has been working here almost since the construction of the complex, along with her older brother (hmm, how strange, he looks younger than her). Although, let's be honest, the relationship between the administrator and Alex is strange. It seems like there's some kind of agreement between them, right?..He looks at her like that. And she's obviously pretending not to see his gaze. Sometimes you can see a red-haired girl behind a woman. Oh, it's Lee!! But don't let your eyes fool you. Lee is not Alex's daughter, she is her younger sister. Although some people see their family this way: Benrey as a father, Alex as a mother and Lee as their daughter. Lee is probably the only one Alex shows affection for. She also showed interest in John, the technician, and her own assistant, until he... well, not about that. If you get to know Alex better, she will seem like an interesting person. A well-read, intelligent woman with a VERY strange sense of humor. She didn't go far from her older brother, even without toilet jokes from time to time. She collects plush toys, badges and pins (which she proudly wears on her lab coat), drinks too much soda, knows new games and has already played many, draws weird pictures and talks to her reflection, flatly refusing to accept it as her own, thinking that some strange woman is standing outside the window. What makes a woman more paranormal is that she has excellent intuition and that all her tarot cards predictions come true with high accuracy. But hey, don't thinks about it too much. She's just a scientist, an ordinary human being, just like you.  -Blue Opal / Alex

[hoghtastic]

Those old quotes and the newer ones from this year just sounds like they come from someone else. But I don't think it's because of Malte's influence that he has changed. I think the influence is Johanne herself and her friends. Avocado boy spends 24/7 with her. She took over every aspect of his life and every person he has ever spoken to. And it won’t stop, bunch of people noticed that Johanne even followed 2-3 people who attended Fanny’s birthday party the morning after.

Buckle up for Søren Le Schmidt’s fashion show next week. Alex will keep promoting her and attend as the dreamy couple. Johanne is already like bombing Søren on Instagram.

He is now the type of guy who congratulates his girlfriend on Instagram for her birthday because she is the type who loves that shit. That’s her influence. The Alex we thought was great, with ideals and anti-influencer vibes is gone. She has him in her pocket. I mean guys his only story that night was of Line and Johanne doing stupid poses and laughing at that. And I just thought why is that funny? It would only be funny if it was sarcasm but she is actually doing these things seriously? It’s not even sarcastic👀. Remember the story of her bff Søren the day before her birthday. Or let’s remember when she looks at herself in mirrors and zooms into her face cringeeeee!!!!!!! And countless other posts like that 🪞🤳🏻 And Alex likes it all, finds it amusing.

While I do agree that we’ve seen a bigger change and a lot of contradictions in Alex since he started dating Johanne, I don’t think we can put all the blame on her. He started distancing himself from the fandom long before that, when he stopped posting those funny stories and tidbits of his daily life and only resorted to Instagram when he wanted to promote something work-related or some product’s sale. He even neglected his international fanbase by almost only speaking English in these situations. And if you paid attention to all those Comic Cons and other similar events he attended, you could see the change. He seemed genuinely happy and interested in being there, being super thoughtful towards fans during photographs when he went to that con in Brasil, in 2019 (if I’m not mistaken). Fast forward to last December’s con in Germany, he was all fake smiles and acting uninterested, almost as if he’d rather go home. (And yes, I’m aware some fans are extreme and can be exhausting, and maybe he’s already tired of doing such events and repeating the same things all over again, but come on, it was his choice to accept these jobs and some people have invested a lot and travelled just to see him… I did feel a little sad for them. 😅)

And he also used to congratulate his friends on Instagram before, especially those from the Vikings’ cast, like Jordan and Marco, and such posts were always super funny. 😆

However, like you stated, her influence has only worsened his detachment from the fandom, and he even seemed to have change some values he defended. And I also agree that she comes off as the controlling type, with the need to be known and liked by all of his friends, to attend and be seen at all public events by his side. She does plan and calculate her moves (as proved by the Pinterest board full of outfits to help her decide what she’d wear to Paris with him), which doesn’t give off the healthiest vibes.

[shit-talk-turner]

i think alex is amused by what people say on this blog he must think we are little demons and our lives are empty or that we are extremely dedicated I don't know if he finds it funny or disturbing

or he doesn’t think about us at all

[akaraboonline]

7 Harsh Truths About Dating Someone of a Different Religion

I assumed that religion would make things more difficult, but boy, was I wrong — especially if one of you (him) comes from an extremely religiously observant family. 7 Harsh Truths About Dating Someone of a Different Religion In light of the many compromises, strange conversations, and awkward moments we've had in the last two years, I'm dropping a few truths on you in case you find yourself at a bar/on Match.com/being set up/accidentally falling in love with someone who doesn't share your religion. 1. Your parents may be more (or less) okay with it than you think When I told my father I was seriously dating a Jew, he was skeptical and chose to dance around the issue, expressing his feelings through silence that eventually led to reluctant acceptance. My mother, on the other hand, was overjoyed that I had finally found someone who pushed me and kept up with me. He could have been an alien from the planet CrazyBoyfriend and she would still love him, accept him — and, more importantly, accept us. Alex's parents, on the other hand, refused to meet with me for a year, but that's another story. 2. Prepare to answer the hard questions early The ones you don't even touch until three or four months into the relationship because you're afraid of looking like a psychopath? Yeah. On our second date, we got those bad boys out of the way. Alex: Would you ever become a Christian? Me: What are your thoughts on Christmas? We both drew our lines in the sand early on, and while it was uncomfortable, we both knew that if this relationship was going to stand a chance, we needed to see if we could agree on The Important Things. Thankfully, we did, for the most part. 3. One of you thought it was a fling Alex revealed about a year into the relationship that he never thought this relationship would last - our differences were simply too jarring - and that he planned to end it when he returned to Israel to finish medical school. That is, until he realized he couldn't physically. He adored me far too much. (I apologize for embarrassing you!) Because I've seen far too many rom-coms, I pushed any doubts to the back of my mind, preferring to romanticize us as star-crossed lovers. 4. One of you will backpedal on the aforementioned Important Things Remember when I said Alex and I mostly agreed on the important stuff? Know that it's far easier to make concessions (Yes, my love, I am completely open to keeping kosher) when you're in the throes of a courtship, lusting after each other so hard it makes you dizzy. You feel as if you would go to any length for this person — until you don't. Until you're a little more at ease, and then, wait a minute, this kosher thing is really, really hard, and I feel like I'm compromising more than you are, and HOLY HELL, WE'VE OPENED PANDORA'S BOX. 5. Say sayonara to your dream wedding I break out in hives just thinking about a wedding involving both my and Alex's families. The customs officers! The kosher chef! The fusion dancing! At this point, I'm more inclined to make a visit to the Justice of the Peace to eventually make it official, but then I think: Hey, wait a minute, why do I have to give up MY childhood wedding dreams just because our families might be super-weird together? Sigh. I hesitate. 6. You'll be forced to confront your own prejudices I'm ashamed to admit that before meeting Alex, I made a few crude Jewish jokes; the same goes for him and Catholics. But we're much more sensitive now, and we're much quicker to call out racist and anti-Semitic remarks disguised as "humor." When there's a face behind the caricature, things quickly become less amusing and more personal.

7. You will be brought together by guilt.

As Alex always says, Jews invented guilt, and Catholics perfected it. A part of me will always feel as if I'm not staying true to my roots (even though I had given up on Catholicism in high school). And a part of me realizes that by choosing to be with Alex, I'm making things more difficult for my family, my future children, and myself. Read the full article

[itachi86]

continuing my reread of alex rider and it’s really funny how mi6 keep refusing to give alex proper weapons but when he’s attacked while not on a mission he like repeatedly almost kills people

[frost-queen]

Just beyond my grasp (Reader x Jace Wayland)

Requested by: @nickibunny23​, Forever tag: @missmelodramatic​, @theletterhart​, @alex--awesome--22​, @elllie-does-the-posts​, @floatlosers​, @queen-of-books​, @glimmering-darling-dolly​, @merlieve​, @denkisclown​, @automaticbakeryfreakshoe​, @bubblybrianna​, @meyocoko​, @october-leaves​

Summary: Rejection/ regret scenario (Movie!Jace) Read part 2

The club was like a drug. The music was blasting loud, deafening all other sounds out. Lights in different colors were flashing above your head. You followed Jace through the crowd, feeling like your head couldn’t process the fast movement of everyone. The entire club felt like a blur to you. Pushing some people aside, you made sure to blend in. Keeping an eye on Jace was a hard task. He could easily make his way through the crowd as you felt like drowning. They seemed to not mind him as you were almost swallowed whole. You managed to reach the bar, taking a breather there. 

Waving yourself some cool, ordered Jace two drinks. – “We’ll keep a look-out for our vampire.” – called Jace out to you. You caught fragments of his words, nodding. It was extremely hot with so many people cramped together in one place. There started to form some sweat drops in your neck. Jace handed you over the drink, leaning against the counter with his back. A girl walked past, giving Jace a sweet smile. Jace winked at her with a raise of his glass, making you roll your eyes at him. He could sometimes be so full of himself. His everlasting ego that seemed to get bigger by the more attention he received. Despite his ego, loved you him still with all your heart.

The girl caught up on his little flirtation, making her way over. – “Hi!” – called she out, swaying her body to Jace. Jace chuckled amused at the attention. – “Do you want to dance?” – The girl let her finger trail up Jace’s chest, setting off a grin on his face. Jace sighed deep, looking briefly up to the ceiling. – “I would love to, but unfortunately I am here on business.” – said he, moving his hand through her hair to lay it over her shoulder. You watched the scenery play out before you, gripping tight onto your drink. The girl bit her under lip with a smile. – “If you change your mind, find me.” – whispered she to him. She then left, getting swallowed up by the crowd. Jace was still smiling as you noticed the vampire thug you were looking for. 

“Jace!” – called you out over the loud music. Jace hummed loud, turning his head towards you. You pointed him out. The vampire thug was speaking with some men who you could just tell carried weapons on them. Jace took your drink from you, placing it down. – “Hey! What?” – called you out as he then took your hand, leading you into the crowd. He pulled you to a stop, coming to stand before you. He moved one hand to your hip, letting it rest there. – “Just blend in.” – said he to you, flashes of green and red falling on his face. You nodded as you started to sway your hips to the beat of the music.

You felt a bit uncomfortable to do this with him. Your heart was racing, pounding almost out of your chest. Jace took a hold of your hand, laying it on his shoulder as he swayed along your movement. He pulled you closer to him, making you gasp loud. – “Come on beautiful, you can be more persuasive then that.” – joked he out, bringing his hand to your neck. He let it slide up, making you lean back with your head, gasping breathlessly. Closing your eyes, absorbed you it all. The movement of him against you. The friction of his clothing against yours whilst dancing. You gasped when Jace spun you around, pressing you against his chest. One hand laying on your throat, his chin on your shoulder. 

You felt weak on your knees when he was this close to you. – “I see you.” – whispered Jace out in your ear. You felt like melting there and then. How much you hoped he was saying that to you. That he finally saw you and appreciated you. Yet he was talking about the vampire. He spotted him from afar, watching to where he was going. His grip released on you, making you grasp for air. He was truly playing with your heart on this rate. He motioned to you to follow him. You couldn’t believe it that you were still able to function after what he let you experience. A taste of what it would be like to be his. The tip of the iceberg that contained Jace Wayland’s love.

You followed him, trying to push the feeling to the back of your mind. You were here on a mission, not to go clubbing with Jace. Jace and you reached the back of the club. He looked secretively around, opening the door to an upstairs place for you. You walked up the stairs, Jace right behind you. On the stairs, pulled you out your angel blade. Jace did the same, looking behind him to see if no one had followed them. You paused at the door, waiting for Jace to have caught up. You grabbed the doorknob as Jace reached for it as well. – “I’ll take it from here, Y/n.” – said he, his hand over yours. You let go, allowing him to open the door and walk in alone. Jace stormed in the room, quickly scanning it. 

You followed quietly. Jace lashed out to a guy with his angel blade out. You noticed another one approaching as you handled him. He fell down as you stabbed him in the heart. Jace already running over to the thug that they needed. You called it out, running up to another guy. You jumped at him, swaying your legs around him. Diving to the ground, pulled you him with you. He fell down in your grip. You rolled over, clenching his arm, giving it a hard pull. The guy called it out while you replaced your angel blade better in your hand. Jace flung back, hitting the wall. You stabbed the one you were holding down, getting up. Jace was struggling to get back up, groaning in pain.

You ran over to the vampire, fighting him off. He grabbed you by the hair, pulling your head down to reveal your neck. With his fangs out was he ready to bite you. As a reaction, kicked you him in the sheen, flicking his wrist in a painful direction. He called it out in pain, giving you more play area. You kicked him, letting him stumbled backwards against his desk. The entire thing shook, things falling off. Jace wanted to join the fight as you kicked him back, keeping him at bay. Jace stumbled backwards, surprised by your sudden move. He deserved that for flirting with that girl downstairs. The vampire regained balance as he lashed out to you. 

You ducked down, pushing your body back up. Your fist went against his chest. He was giving you a hard time, but you were prepared for it. Jace tried to join again as you kept him at bay. You just couldn’t have him interfere. You called it out when you almost got bitten in the arm. Jace widened his eyes, rushing over to you. The vampire had his grip on you, smacking your body on the desk, his hands around your throat. Squeezing your airway tight was he grinning down at you. Your hand was reaching out around the desk for something, anything. You got a hold of something, jamming it into his eye. He called it out, stepping backwards as Jace was ready to finish the job. The end of his angel blade came through his chest.

The job was done as Jace helped you up. – “Let’s get out of here.” – said he. You nodded, following him outside. The club was unaware of the events that happened just above their heads. The sudden night cold swept you away, blasting in your face as it send a chill down your spine. Outside in the alleyway needed you a moment to reclaim yourself. - “Hey, you alright?” – Jace let his thumb touch your chin, getting your attention. You slowly nodded, getting aware of yourself again. – “Yeah… I’m fine.” – whispered you out, taking a step back. Jace bit the nail on his thumb, clenching it between his teeth. He turned his head, seeing Alec and Izzy walk in. – “Everything okay in here?” – questioned he, exhaling deep. Jace glanced up to you, nodding. – “We’re good.” – answered he, giving Alec a tap against his arm.

You let your gaze go up to Jace, trying to figure out what was going on in his head. – “Good! Then we head back to the institute.” – insisted Alec. Everyone got in motion as you staid behind. Lost in your own thoughts, were you staring at the ground. Jace noticed it, hesitating. – “Hey beautiful! You coming?” – you shot awake as his little nickname for you, rolled so easily off his tongue. Humming loud, got you in motion. You followed Jace out of the alleyway. Jace came walking beside you, his smug smile plastered on his face. – “That was a huge risk you took there.” – started he, checking over his shoulder that no one was following. You sighed deep, not answering that. – “You got lucky.” – continued he. – “Can we not do this right now!” – snapped you at him. Jace moved his hands up in defense as you started to outwalk him. Catching up with Alec and Izzy.

At the institute ran Clary straight over to Jace. She wrapped her arms around him. – “I’m so glad you guys are okay.” – said she, looking over at Alec. Swallowing nervously, prepared you, yourself for what you were about to do. You couldn’t stand seeing Jace around other girls, so you just had to tell him. This was getting too much for your heart to bare. You needed him, you wanted him. – “Jace, can I talk to you for a minute.” – said you, approaching him. Jace nodded as he followed you to a more secluded area. You shut the door behind him. – “What is this about beautiful?” – asked he, observing your every move. He leaned against the wall, smiling cunningly. 

You took a deep breath, scratching your forehead whilst pacing around. – “I have to tell you something… I have to get this off my chest.” – said you, glancing up to him. – “Alright, I’m listening.” – answered he, tilting his chin more up. You paused, folding your hands briefly together. – “I’m just going to say it… and you will just have to accept it.” – started you, stepping closer to him. Jace motioned with his hand for you to continue. – “I love you!” – breathed you out. - “Well everybody does.” – replied Jace with a smile. You puffed struck that he would use this as a reply. – “Are you serious?” – called you out, trying to keep your composure. He pouted his lips to think for a moment, before nodding. – “I can’t believe you!” – shouted you at him. – “I pour my heart out to you and this… this is how you react to it.”

“Well what do you want me to say, beautiful?” – replied he, trying to plead with you. – “No!” – called you out firmly. – “You don’t get to call me that anymore!” – You were trembling with rage. God he and his ego. – “You think you are so full of yourself, don’t you!” – bit you at him. – “Emotions cloud judgment.” – responded he casually. – “You should take my advice.” – You took a step back, thrown off guard by him. Your anger had made way for tears as the realization hit you. He didn’t loved you, never did. So what was he doing all the time? Playing with you. The nickname, the loving gestures, the touches, was it all just a game to him. Shaking your head, you had enough of him. 

You stormed out of the room, tears streaming down your face. Bumping against Izzy, you didn’t care that you almost ran her over. You needed to get out of here. Arriving in your room, sunk you down to the floor. Knees to your chest, started you to cower, crying loud. You had no idea how much power he had over you. You were crumbling down while it didn’t even matter to him. You never did. It was all a lie. The imagination of your own mind. Now you knew what kind of man Jace was. A cruel one that played with your heart. If you wanted to stop him from infesting your mind, you needed to block him out. Cast him out of your heart… for there was no more place for him.

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Giggling loud, were you pressed against the wall. A guy placing his hand above your head against the wall. He licked his lips, looking down at you as you took a hold of his shirt. He leaned in, teasing you with his presence. You bit your lip seductively, glancing up to him. He smirked, tilting his head to the side, ready to kiss you. His lips were inches away from yours as you suddenly heard a loud whistle. It made you and him turn your head to the sound. Jace was standing there with his arms crossed. You rolled your eyes at him, pulling at the guys shirt again. You didn’t let Jace blow your party. The guy was interested again, leaning in closer again. – “Okay that’s enough!” – called Jace out, walking over. He grabbed the guy by his jacket from behind, pulling him off you. 

The guy got spun around, dancing on his feet. – “Beat it!” – said Jace, glaring at the guy. The guy held his hands up, walking away. Jace then looked at you, furious. – “What the hell Y/n! You brought him to the institute.” – pointed Jace out. You removed yourself from the wall. – “I didn’t bring him in, we are literally outside.” – replied you, making your way in. Jace tailed you, stepping close by. – “Besides why do you care.” – called you out. Jace gritted his teeth. He had no idea what has been bugging him these past months, but something was. Especially when it revolved around you. – “Jace!” – Jace got stopped by Clary.

You kept walking as Jace tried to look for you over Clary’s shoulder. – “Jace, I have been looking for you.” – Said she while Jace wasn’t listening properly. You went to your room to prepare yourself for training. It kept you focused and active. At the training room were you all alone. Good, just how you liked it. Wearing a tank top, were all your runes visible. You putted your hair up, so it didn’t got in the way. You started to wrap straps around your hands for friction. The punching bag received all your frustrations one after another. 

Channeling your build up anger, frustration, and tears towards it. You had to get it out of your system. Emotions cloud judgement and you couldn’t let that happen. You had to one with your mind, not your heart. Jace had found his way free from Clary in search of you. He didn’t know why but he just wanted to see you. Even if you wouldn’t talk to him. He was walking on the upper level, suddenly hearing punches being hand out. It caught his attention, making him get closer to it. Looking down, saw he you have your way with the punching bag.

Letting the side of his finger slide against his lips, observed he you keenly. What was so mesmerizing about you? What kept him being drawn to you. Emotions cloud judgement, he once said. He used to say all the time whenever someone came close. It never occurred to him that he would fall under his own spell. His emotions clouding his every judgement. Slowly eating at him as he felt that little seed inside him blossom. It had always been so easy to shield his heart. Then why was it working against him. Against all the forces he used to keep everyone out. It was better this way; it always have been. 

If he never let anyone in, he would never have to feel the pain of losing someone dear to him. What changed? What made him genuinely care about you. Closing his eyes for a moment, pictured he you back in the club. How his hands made their way around you, how it felt having your touch underneath his hands. The effect it left on him even when it was just pretend, or was it? Has it always been pretend? Perhaps it never occurred to him that he had already been infected by you. Now because of his own arrogance had he perhaps lost you forever. There was no chance that you would ever forgive him. How could you? Not when he had been so cruel towards you.

It wouldn’t even be believable that he cared about you. Not when he rejected you so easily months ago without taking a moment to listen to his growing heart. To take a moment and try to connect with what was growing inside of him. What you truly meant to him. In the beginning he thought it was Clary that he felt drawn to. She was a fresh breath of air. A new change but it wasn’t her that he felt attracted to. It was you, that came to outing when you started to keep your distance. Flirt more with men, little details that would crawl under his skin. 

Jace knew it was perhaps too late for him. Too late for you to see how much you mean to him. His own doom had he written. Jace got in motion again, stepping back. – “I’m sorry beautiful.” – whispered he out. He walked away in agony. He would have to carry his burden alone. His own actions that he had to own now. The only thing he could do now was yearn for you in silence. Till you had a change of heart or till hope sprung up for him. Until then had he love you in silence. Close but never close enough.

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