#just the usual nace jordan thoughts

[radioactive-cloud]

i just know that the ancient greek sculptors would be weeping and punching the air because nace jordan wasn't alive during their times and they couldn't capture his beauty in statues

i mean look at his side profile. it's begging to be carved in marble

source: x

[lovvecherrymotion]

Angry Nace 😡

please give me your ideas: how and why?

anon, my first thought was nace talking about his turtles fighting, because that seems to get a reaction out of him every single time fdlkgjf

if i'm a little more serious, i don't think nace is a person who gets angry often. however, i can see him get angry if anyone hurts/threatens people he cares about. he's probably very good at ignoring comments about himself (and seemingly at ignoring comments about the rest of joker out) but i know he probably gets upset when people say fucked up things about the rest of the band

on a jance note - i can see him getting seriously angry with jan (just once) if he keeps trying to sabotage this/feels like he isn't good at this whole relationship thing. i know this isn't everyone's hc but i can see jan feeling some type of way about not being open about their relationship and feeling like nace should be with someone who's more willing to be open about it - and nace getting angry because he's an active participant and he can't stand jan acting like he doesn't have a say in all of it. jan gets the message pretty quickly (also he's torn between thinking angry nace is pretty scary and pretty hot)

i also think angry!nace wouldn't be loud or anything of the sort. very stern, assertive and honest, but i don't see him screaming or being aggressive

[saucyjothoughts]

Okay this might be slightly filthy and maybe uncomfortable but how the guys would feel about having period sex

(Absolutely in love with this account, keep it up🫶)

Sweet Anonyboo, there is nothing filthy or uncomfortable about this!

(nsfw under the cut)

Bojan: thinks you smell incredible when your body is menstruating. He doesn't consciously realise what it is that's turning him on and you notice the pattern before he does. He'll be clingy for days, not wanting to leave your side, craving skin-on-skin and being unbearably hard more often than usual. If you do let him smash, he comes too soon (always inside) and won't stop cuddling afterwards. Sometimes he'll be all over you a few hours before you come on, like some kind of medical alert dog. You don't even need to use your app anymore, it's actually quite useful.

Jan: is pretty casual about it, but respects that you probably want more space during that time because that's what a previous girlfriend preferred. But he isn't good at explaining his intentions, so for a long time you assume he's backing off because he doesn't want you. Until you actually talk about it.

"I thought you found it gross."

"I don't care. We've literally had our tongues in each other's assholes - gross is not a problem."

"Then why don't you want to?"

"I thought you wouldn't want to."

"Wrong - hornier than ever."

"Oh."

"..."

"..."

"Wanna go and fuck?"

"Yep."

Nace: calls it 'bottom week'. If anyone in the world can understand complicated body feelings and changing boundaries and working around insecurities, it's Nace Jordan. He hopes one day you'll be comfortable enough to let him inside when you're feeling weird and vulnerable but until then (or even if it never happens at all) he'll have a great time letting you do him instead. He'll smother you with kisses and make sure you both get off while he's riding the strap and you don't have to worry about getting blood everywhere. Everybody wins.

Jure: Has always loved to make a mess. He also loves a quickie and being physical when you're menstruating means he can skip the foreplay because you're already wet. That's not to say he won't look after you when you need it, though. He'll cancel plans when you're craving a little extra attention - though he doesn't always remember to actually cancel. You still haven't forgiven him for the time he answered the door half-naked with blood all around his mouth when the boys came looking for him, claiming "Boo isn't feeling very well."

Kris: loves how sensitive you become when you're on. Will dote over your sore chest and tender nipples, will rub your back for you and let you cry on him and bring you whatever little treats you desire. You always come so much harder and how loud and quivery you get drives him wild. He always wants to torture you with overstimulation (it's so easy when you're like this) until you're begging and shaking and slapping him away. He doesn't even need to be inside you, he just gets off on rubbing your hypersensitive clit until you're a mess under his hand. If you do ask for his cock, the clean-up afterwards seems to be a sacred experience for him, joining you in the shower and helping you with your body lotion.

[anxious-witch]

Inertia 3

Summary: Newton's first law expresses the principle of inertia: the natural behavior of a body is to move in a straight line at constant speed. In the absence of outside influences, a body's motion preserves the status quo.

Jan choose a direction of his life the moment he walked out of his parents house and cut all contact with them. He didn't want anything to do with them, or God anymore. Even his soulmark he wished he could leave behind. But when Nace Jordan joins the band, with a mark matching his own, can Jan keep going the same way he did? Or will the force make him change a direction?

Pairings: Jan Peteh/Nace Jordan

Warnings: Mentions of pretty severe insomnia, very heavy religious trauma, a character kind of having God complex during sex, smut, slight mentions of hallucinations caused by sleep deprivation, vomiting

Notes:

AO3 Link

I am still reeling from the last night's concert so y'all get an update a bit early. Beware that there is smut in this chapter, although not very detailed, but just to give heads up. Also check warnings in the end notes if religion is a sensitive topic. Anddd I'll have to add vomiting as a tag if anyone is sensitive to that. This one is pretty angsty

The corruption begins with the mouth, the tongue, the wanting.

The first poem in the world

is I want to eat.

Erica Jong, from "Where It Begins," Fruits & Vegetables: Poems By Erica Jong (Holt, 1971)

Jan tried to heed Kris' advice. He was polite to Nace, and made sure there was always, always another person there. He stopped himself from staring at him and avoided eye contact altogether.

Nace, for his part, didn't seem to push once he saw Jan was always keeping a barrier between them. Instead, he seemed to befriend everyone else.

Literally everyone else.

It started with Bojan. He was the easiest target, after all. Always so friendly and trusting. Nace paid attention to when Bojan felt insecure and anxious and simply did his best to encourage him. Or distract him. Jan could still taste his own bitterness at the prospect. They all did that for Bojan, of course, but it was primarily something Martin used to do. Who was Nace to try and replace him, not only as a bassist, but to try and fill out his spot in their friend group?

Bojan didn’t seem to mind it, though. He seemed thankful, if anything so Jan kept his mouth shut. Bojan tended to befriend everyone, anyway. Not that big of a deal.

Next was Jure.

Jan didn’t expect them to get along. Jure could be unpredictable, with ideas so chaotic even Jan would be horrified at. It often caused Kris headaches with multiples injuries Jure came to practice with. He really thought there was no chance of Nace being able to handle that. Jure couldn’t be stopped in his ideas, once he had them.

Except, Nace didn’t even try to do that. He simply let Jure have his crazy ideas, and simply helped him pick up the pieces. He was there to patch him up or offer to drive him home. He built Jure’s trust in him and as the rest of them, slowly uncovered a tamer side of him. When Jan saw Jure fall asleep on Nace’s shoulder after one practice, he knew Nace won him over.

Kris was the last one to fall under Nace’s spell. It took a bit more time than with the others. Kris was more reserved sort. That was part of the reason he and Jan got along so well. They both like to analyzed the situation and the person before making any decisions.

But Nace knew what he was doing. He knew it very well. He made sure to memorize their schedule and help Kris manage them when needed. Kris got stressed easily over it, especially when one was late-and truth to be told, Jan was aware that was usually him-so when he did, Nace gently took over to make a new schedule. Which Kris was certainly always grateful for.

The true turning point though, was after a long day of practice, where their producer ripped their new piece apart. It was necessary and they were all grateful, but it took a tool. Bojan was anxious over not writing a good enough song, Jure was crashing hard due to his lack of sugar, and Kris was out of his mind over how fixing everything will impact their schedule and if they had enough time for everything.

Jan was doing his best to walk Bojan through the breathing exercise that helped him with his anxiety. He tried not to fall under the stress like the rest of them did. If Bojan had a breakdown, they were all fucked. The rest, they could deal with.

Then Nace appeared. He gave Jure a chocolate bar, nodded at Bojan and Jan and told Bojan he would drive him home. The he handed Kris his correct coffee order and said they can go over schedule together tomorrow. Jan had never seen a look of such pure relief on Kris’ face as he did then. Nace gently smiled at him, and Kris smiled back.

In that moment, Jan knew for certain that he lost, once again. Nace gained Kris’ trust. Which left him alone in his suspicion. And he was more suspicious than ever. Why was Nace trying so hard to be liked? It was ridiculous notion. He had to have a reason for it. No one was that nice.

Jan refused to give in.

It all came to a head in late November. Streets were cold, Jan could see his breath as he walked to the studio. For Joker Out, there was no time busier than now.

They were in a competition to be Slovenian's Eurovision entry and the 8th of December was growing closer. They were under a lot of pressure. Especially Bojan.

But as the date grew closer, the rest of them began to feel it, too. Jan's terrible sleeping habits certainly got worse.

Having insomnia sucked enough under normal circumstances, but having it under stress, which caused headaches which made him unable to fall asleep even more. It drove him insane.

Others tried to help him. Kris bought all sorts of calming teas, Jure researched ways to help him sleep and installed an app with calming sounds on his phone. Bojan even went as far as to learn some scalp massage, which felt nice, but only helped him with an one hour nap.

Still, none of it solved an actual problem of Jan feeling like the nervous energy was cursing through him like electricity. Worse yet, not sleeping more than two or three hours a night started to affect him.

His brain felt fuzzy and slow. Like was trying to stretch out a gum. Even his movements were slower. It made him more irritable, too.

When Bojan put his legs in his lap and began talking mile an hour, Jan felt his temper rise. It wasn’t something he usually minded, but with how hard it was to concentrate on anything today, Bojan’s pointless chattering got on his nerves quickly.

“And then Jure jumped over the stream and almost fell in. I was laughing so hard I almost fell in the stream and-“

“Bojan, just be fucking quiet for once.”

There was a stunned silence after Jan snapped at him. Bojan bit his lip and slowly pulled his legs from Jan’s lap. Jan massaged his temples.

“Sorry,” Bojan mumbled before leaving.

Jan felt more than he saw Kris glaring at him before he went after Bojan, probably to comfort him. Jan really couldn’t bring himself to care. His head was pounding and all he wanted was to be able to fall asleep. He could apologize and make amends once he felt like a human being again.

They continued the practice soon after. Unfortunately, the lack of sleep also made Jan more prone to mistakes. Which in turn irritated him more. In the end, Bojan ended the practice early, which was rare these days, due to busy schedule.

"Okay, let's stop here for the day. Jan, please try to get some sleep. We really need to perfect this bit by the end of the week."

Jan cursed and hastily put his guitar down before storming to the bathroom. He cupped his hands and poured water over them. Then took a deep breath and simply shoved his face in the ice-cold water.

He completely let himself feel the cold water on his burning face. He held his breath underwater for as long as he could stand and then opened his mouth to let out a silent scream into the water. Stupid insomnia. Stupid, useless body unable to even give him proper amount of sleep.

He waited for long enough to assume the others probably left. Gave them a chance to escape. It was clear he wasn’t in a good mood and as much as they were aware of how he got when he had insomnia…it was always an unpleasant surprise when he got this bad.

It was best to stay away from him in those moments.

Unfortunately, when he came back to properly put his guitar and equipment away, Nace was there. Jan really, really wasn't in the mood to be polite.

"What the fuck are you still doing here?"

To Nace's credit, he barely flinched at his harsh tone. He eyed him carefully and held up his hands.

"You seemed unwell, I...I just wanted to see if I can help in any way. You probably shouldn't drive."

Jan's laugh was sharp and humorless. Help in any way? He could have helped by fucking leaving.

"No. You can't help. And fuck you, I can drive."

He tried to push past him, but Nace grabbed his shoulder. Jan felt a tingle go up his spine, so he did the only thing he could think of in that moment.

He pushed back, hard enough to fully pin Nace against the wall. Their faces were few inches away. Jan could see emotions flashing over Nace's face. Surprise, shock, fear, anger. Then finally settling on a calm, patient mask he always wore.

Jan seethed.

"What the fuck," he hissed, "do you think you are doing?"

Nace calmly met his gaze. Something about his perfect calm made Jan want to punch him. Rip him apart until he got something than that perfect niceness and calmness.

"I told you. I want to help you. Let me help you.”

Jan didn't have enough brain power to unpack that statement. Why would he want to help him at all, after the past several weeks? What even made him think Jan wanted him to help?

Nace’s eyes briefly flickered from his eyes to his lips and then back. Finally, things clicked for Jan. Nace wasn’t trying to help him. He wanted to fuck him.

He stared at Nace blankly for a second, considering his options. In truth, he didn't want to go home in another futile attempt to sleep.

And as much as knew this was a bad idea...he didn't see a good enough reason to resist. Nace wasn't going to find out about the soulmark and Jan wasn't going to give him any fake hopes this would be anything but a one night stand.

He stepped forward and grabbed Nace by his lapels, pinning him hard to the wall. Nace's lips began to form a question, but Jan kissed him before he could utter it.

He kissed him hard enough to bruise. Enough to hurt. And yet Nace groaned into his mouth and kissed him back. That dispelled any worries Jan might have had about reading the situation wrong.

Nace gripped Jan's shoulders and pulled him closer. The kiss was electric. Jan kept kissing him like he was trying to devour him.

His anger and aggression shifted and changed into lust so quickly, like a predator sinking it’s teeth into the prey. This was one time he'd allow himself to have this. The closest he'd ever allow himself to feel that soulmate pull, so he might as well make the most of it.

Nace opened so nicely for him. Let him rearrange him as he pleased, only slightly pushing away to catch his breath.

His pupils were blown wide, almost swallowing the brown of his irises. Jan began kissing down his jaw, to his neck and Nace shivered.

"Jan-wait, what are we do-"

"Fucking, preferably. Unless you changed your mind?"

He briefly pulled back, watching Nace's reaction carefully. Despite his manhandling, there was a line he wouldn't cross. Nace shook his head.

"No. No, I didn't change my mind but maybe we could just, um. Move this somewhere else?"

He supposed that was a good point. They didn't have a couch in the studio for no reason. He tugged Nace to it wordlessly, and tried not to trip over all the cables that were all over the floor.

Jan wasn't sure how they both manage to fit on the couch, more or less horizontally. All he knew was that he found himself on top of Nace, with his hands underneath the older’s shirt and his knee in between Nace’s legs. When he tried to pullhis shirt off, though, Nace grabbed his wrist to stop him.

“No?”

“No,” Nace said and pulled him down for another kiss. Which was an end to that conversation.

Jan wasn’t deterred, though. He stroked Nace’s chest by pulling his hands underneath his shirt. The way Nace moaned his name at that made something hot and possessive curl around Jan's chest. He traced his lips and teeth down his throat, wanting to hear him make that sound over and over again.

His hand slipped under Nace's waistband and the groan Nace made when he touched him echoed through Jan. Fuck, he was so hot. The older man practically trembled under his touch and Jan felt powerful.

Powerful like a God. What was a soulmate pull in comparison to the power he held over Nace now? He was unaware of it and yet he went with this so willingly. Despite all of Jan’s rudeness and hostility, Nace still wanted him, still gave in like this to him.

Jan felt drunk with power, with knowledge of this. He bit at the junction between Nace’s neck and shoulder. Nace’s entire body shuddered.

“Fuck, Jan, please…”

As much as Jan wanted to take him apart and do much more than this, he wasn't exactly carrying condoms and lube in his pockets. Perhaps they should make merch condoms for these situations.

Which left him with limited options. But judging by Nace expression, it wouldn't take much to take him over the edge.

"Look at me," Jan said.

His voice came out much rougher than he expected. Nace immediately opened his eyes and Jan felt like he was soaring through the depths in his eyes. Like a God, deciding mortal’s fate. He sped up movements of his hand and that pulled another broken moan from the man under him. Jan didn’t look away for a moment and soon Nace’s expression scrunched up in pleasure and he came, going boneless in Jan’s grasp.

Jan took the opportunity to just stare at him for a few moments longer while he was still allowed. The way Nace's face was both flustered and relaxed. His lips were bruised and Jan wondered if his own were just as bad.

He did not think about any words like beautiful, or holy. That would give him way too much power.

He reached for the napkins to wipe off his hand and Nace, as much as he could. Nace choose that moment to come down from his high. He stared back at Jan and there was an odd sort of tension between them. Jan should probably say something, but before he could, Nace got an oddly determined look to his eyes. He reached out to grasp Jan’s waist and flipped them over.

It was Jan's turn to be blindsided. He knew Nace was strong in theory, but in practice, it was terrifying to be manhandled like that. He immediately pushed back, but to no avail.

"What are you-"

"You didn't come. So I am fixing that."

Jan wanted to protest and say it was alright, but Nace kissed him before he could. He stroked Jan over his pants and-fuck, okay maybe he shouldn't have concentrated solely on Nace. Because now, he was left with Nace's full attention on him.

The sense of power got flipped, too and Jan found himself powerless all of a sudden. Nace held the power that was his only moments ago and Jan wasn’t sure how to regain it.

He couldn't quite hold back a moan when Nace pulls his pants and underwear down and began stroking him. All Jan could do was pull away from the kiss and bite his lip so hard he tasted blood. He wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he affected him.

This was why he preferred picking up people he didn't know for one night stands and fucking them in a way that they'd barely get to touch him.

He hated this. He hated the way Nace gently kissed his neck and touched him in a way Jan had no control over.

Not that it didn't feel good, but Jan felt his thoughts spiraling. Every sound that got ripped out of him spoke of vulnerability he didn't want to give anyone, let alone Nace. In that moment he hated him more than he hated anyone. For taking away his power once again. For expecting Jan to like it.

He was so tangled in his conflicting thoughts pleasure caught up with him unexpectedly and he finally came with a gasp, burying his face in the couch cushion. He did his best to get his breathing under control and to fight against how his body felt like lead all of a sudden.

For once, he thought he was winning, but of course Nace had to go and take that too. He just kept taking and taking until there was nothing left that was only Jan’s. Not music, not his friends, not even control.

Nace took the napkin to clean him up, but Jan snatched it from him and did it himself. He wouldn’t give him a second more of his vulnerability. Jan hated him so fiercely he wanted to hit him in that moment. Instead, he began putting his clothes back on.

He grabbed his shirt at the same time Nace grabbed his elbow. Jan turned to give him his best glare. Nace, for all his shyness, didn't drop his gaze.

"Seriously? We just had sex and-"

"It's just sex, Jordan, calm down. And it won't happen again, I can promise you that."

Nace's face fell. Jan simply stared at him coldly. He felt no sympathy, no anything. He wouldn’t let him win this, too. He deserved to feel used.

He put his shirt on and only when he began lacing up his boots did Nace speak again.

"I hope you feel better now, at least.”

His tone was cutting, completely different to his usual tone. Jan did his best not to flinch. He did not look back at him as he answer.

“Yeah. It was fine. Whatever.”

Then he turned and left. He got all the way to the car and then simply sat inside, staring at nothing. He felt nothing. He forced himself to start the engine and drive home before his thoughts could catch up to him.

He made it to his apartment, but as soon as he closed the door behind him, he slid down to the floor. His mark burned. And he felt like his chest was caving in all of a sudden. Like he couldn't breathe in enough air.

It didn’t make any sense. Why was this happening? He hated him. So why was he feeling like this.

Didn’t I tell you could never feel complete without your soulmate? His father’s voice mocked, You will never be free.

Jan barely made it to the bathroom before he threw up. His ears were ringing, and he could swear he heard church bells in the distance. Was it a hallucination or did he never notice he could hear them from his apartment before?

He unconsciously reached for the necklace and only grasped air. It took him a moment to realize his mistake. He hadn’t been wearing a cross for years now. Why would he?

Was this what it felt like to be cursed? Perhaps it wasn’t Kris who was cursed but him. Was it for rejecting his soulmate or for not rejecting him? Tears of frustration built and then spilled down his cheeks.

He felt lost. Stranded. Like he was left in complete darkness with no light to guide him.

He heard a distant meow, and Igor came trotting to the bathroom. He brushed against Jan’s leg and Jan shakily scratched behind his ear. Igor looked at him for a moment before curling next to him. His small, warm body gave him a bit of comfort.

Enough to drag him out of utter despair.

There was no God that he believed in that could help him. But one thing Jan still had was a brother. He reached for his phone and press call.

“Hello?”

His brother’s voice sounded hesitant. They were in contact, but they still didn’t talk often. They certainly didn’t do random phone calls unless it was an emergency. Jan supposed this technically way one.

“Matej. I need your help. Do you remember how you told me about your friend who got rid of her soulmark and how it essentially broke the connection she had with her ex?”

There was a deep breath on the other side of the line. A pause, and then-

“Yes. But you do know you can only use that as a last resort.”

“I do. And I need you to tell me where she got it done.”

Another pause.

“I’ll ask her. But Jan…please think this through. You can’t undo this once it’s done.”

He couldn’t undo walking out of his parents’ house and choosing a life for himself. He won’t let Nace Jordan ruin it for him.

“I know. Text me when you have the contact.”

He hung up before Matej could say anything else. Could try to reason with him. Jan made a decision. His soulmark burned and he felt worse than he did in years.

It was all Nace’s fault. Jan would not let him ruin his life on account of destiny, or God or whatever it was that tied them together.

So Jan would end it before it even began.