For The Dialogue Asks Could You Do 2 & 11 Or 12 For VDS Please. Maybe One Of Them Gets Hurt And The Other

For the dialogue asks could you do 2 & 11 or 12 for VDS please. Maybe one of them gets hurt and the other wants to stay and help or something like that 🥺🥺

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2. “Do you want me to leave?”

11. “I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

12. “Stay the night. Please.”

Lucas let Jens guide him into the room and plonk him on the bed, wincing as the pain lanced through his leg. Jens was hovering anxiously before him as Lucas scooted back, finally managing to lay down on the pillows while cursing all the way.

“Are you sure we shouldn’t go to the hospital?” Jens asked, scratching his shoulder and shifting on his feet. “What if something’s wrong?”

“I just twisted it, it’s fine,” Lucas grumbled.

“But what if—“

“Jens, I said it’s fine.”

Jens set his hands on his hips, suddenly unimpressed at Lucas’s snappish tone. “Do you want me to leave?”

Lucas was almost feeling petulant enough to say yes. His ankle was still throbbing, and embarrassment made him hot and twitchy, and Jens’s unusual fussing wasn’t helping. But fear seized him at the mere words, and he shook his head, looking down.

Jens sighed, hands dropping in an instant. He carefully perched himself on the bed next to Lucas, reaching out and then changing his mind. “Do you want some painkillers, or like, an icepack or something?”

“Does an icepack work?”

“For most things, yeah,” Jens shrugged. “Painkillers usually work better, though.”

Lucas shimmied down to lie on his pillows, grimacing, and threw his hands over his face. “Can I have both?” His words were already weak, and his hands muffled them further, but Jens chuckled in response.

“Yeah, okay.” Jens rose, but instead of heading out to get the begged-for supplies, he pressed a knee into the mattress and leaned over Lucas. Lucas moved his hands out of the way as Jens kissed his forehead, braced above him. He smiled through his concern and bumped his nose against Lucas’s. “Literally only you think this is embarrassing. It’s happened me a hundred times. I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

Lucas sucked in a breath and felt his sour mood dissipate. His cheeks were still red, but he melted under Jens’s attention. “Okay,” he breathed. Jens kissed him softly, and he couldn’t help but add, “This has happened to you a hundred times and you still don’t know what you’re doing?”

Jens’s smile dropped, and he flicked Lucas on the nose. He ignored Lucas’s protest and disappeared back into the hallway.

As soon as he returned, towel-wrapped ice packet and painkillers in hand, Lucas said, “I’m sorry.”

Jens made a face and set the ice on Lucas’s ankle. “For what?”

“Being a dick when you were just being good to me.”

“Yeah, well, what’s new?”

Now Lucas made a face and snatched the painkillers out of Jens’s hand, ignoring how Jens laughed at him.

“I’m kidding,” Jens murmured, stretching himself out next to Lucas. “I’m just glad it wasn’t worse. You’re allowed to be grumpy for today.”

Lucas shook his head, then rested it on Jens’s shoulder. He had to contort himself a little to do it, twisting the top half of his body without jostling his leg. “No. I’ll be nice now. Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Jens kissed the top of his bed and shifted closer, wrapping his arm around Lucas so he could rest more comfortably. “It should feel better in a bit, anyway.”

Lucas hummed. “Would’ve been shit to say I’d broken my arm and my leg while skating.”

“Least it wouldn’t have been at the same time.”

“Yeah, that’s a great level of safety to aspire to,” Lucas said dryly, making Jens laugh at him again. Lucas smiled and pressed against him. “Stay the night. Please.”

“I can’t stay here, I’ll hurt your ankle.”

“The painkillers will have kicked in by then. Might’ve even worn off completely.”

“Don’t think that’s how it works, Luc.”

“Well that’s just being pessimistic.”

“Lucas.”

Lucas dropped his head back and sighed. “I didn’t ask for a raunchy event. Just stay.”

“No one mentioned raunchy. I mean no cuddles. Even if we move accidentally, it could hurt. You could hurt it just trying to sleep on your own.”

“So what you’re saying is, it doesn’t really make any difference if you stay. Actually just makes an improvement, because if it does hurt you’ll be here to kiss it better.” Lucas gave him a smile that was half syrupy-sweet, half smug.

Jens resisted for only seconds before ruefully shaking his head and letting loose another huffed laugh. He looked over at Lucas and pecked his nose again. “Okay. Only because you seem to be nicer now.”

“Thank you,” Lucas grinned, leaning in for another kiss which Jens happily returned. It probably wasn’t the method of care-taking Jens had in mind, but it did the trick.

Prompt List

VDS 124 like if they’re just friends but also pinning and Lucas stealing Jens’s stuff

124. “Are you wearing my shirt?”

Sander was looking at him oddly. Lucas had learned long ago not to like any of Sander’s odd expressions. He braced himself, but all the older boy ended up saying was, “Nice shirt.” He was fairly nonchalant about it, too.

Too nonchalant.

Lucas blinked at him, then glanced down at himself in confusion. Then he froze. Then he thought, Oh fuck.

But he just said, “Uh, thanks?”

Sander raised his brows, but refrained from commenting further with a nod and pursed lips. Lucas let out a sigh of relief and tugged his jacket around himself, even though he’d been debating taking it off a minute ago. He was an absolute idiot. How had he even managed to do this?

No, it wasn’t that big of a deal. It was fine. No one would notice. He totally wouldn’t notice. And if anyone did, it wasn’t a big deal. It didn’t mean anything. Lucas didn’t care. He wouldn’t care. With the jacket, now, it was practically unnoticeable anyway.

Jens and Robbe plopped down across from them, and Jens frowned at Lucas almost immediately. “Are you wearing my shirt?”

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

“What?”

“Is that my shirt?” Jens repeated, raising a brow at him.

Lucas innocently glanced down at himself. Again. “Nope, don’t think so.”

“It’s red,” Robbe pointed out. Lucas resisted the urge to glare at him.

“So?”

“You don’t wear red,” Jens said.

His face was turning red, that’s for sure. Why had he decided to lie? It didn’t matter. But he couldn’t very well turn back now, could he? Especially not when they were using such terrible, untrue logic. “I wear plenty of red.”

“Uh, when?” Sander asked.

Lucas glanced at him in betrayal. “I was wearing a red jumper yesterday!”

Jens shook his head. “That was pink.”

“It…was not. I have red things. Maybe you’ve just never seen me with this shirt. Maybe it’s a new shirt.”

“I’ve definitely seen it, ‘cause it’s mine. And it’s definitely not new.”

It wasn’t. It was old, and worn, and so soft, and Jens had been wearing it two days ago at Lucas’s house, looking as lovely as usual. Which totally explained why it still smelled like him. Lucas was a little bit in love with it. He swore, however, that he’d thought it was a coincidence. He hadn’t really thought about it at all. It was just a t-shirt. He’d just picked it up and put it on. He’d been running late! Besides, what did it matter? He couldn’t understand why the others cared.

Jens was eyeing him with a little too much intensity for someone who didn’t care, though.

Lucas willed the blush in his cheeks to stay down and decided playing it off was the best bet. “It’s just a shirt I picked up in my room. Do you want it back, or something?” He sat up straight and grabbed the edges of his jacket, mockingly prepared to take it off.

Jens snorted, smiling. “No, I’m not telling you off. It suits you.” He looked down at his food, and like Sander, appeared a little too nonchalant.

Lucas leaned back and couldn’t quite will his blush away.

He stole a handful of Sander’s fries when he noticed the boy’s smirk.

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Considering they’d made it into such a big deal, it didn’t seem like a coincidence when more of Jens’s clothes seemed to magically appear around his room. He seemed to conveniently ‘forget’ a hoodie or jacket or shirt every time he was at Lucas’s. For the first week or so, Lucas avoided them like the plague and returned them as casually as he could, telling himself he was imagining the disappointment on Jens’s face each time a garment was simply handed back.

But it was inevitable. Lucas was in a rush and still have asleep; and Jens’s clothes were soft, and warm, and they smelled and felt like Jens. And Lucas did tend to lead towards a pinker shade of red, and so the change was nice, right? He was quite sure how he felt about it, but it was a nice change every now and then.

Not that he was doing it every now and then. He showed up to school that once, a week later, wearing Jens’s hoodie. Sander’s smirk at the gate was easily ignored in favour of Jens’s pleased smile. Lucas lived to please. He didn’t get it, really, but if Jens was happy, then it was fine. Anything was fine.

He wasn’t expecting Jens to start downright dressing Lucas in his clothes, tucking a jacket or coat around his shoulders at the first hint of a shiver or spit of rain. Even Robbe seemed to be growing greatly amused, and Lucas didn’t understand. He was beginning to think he was being made fun of, the butt of a joke he wasn’t privy to, but he didn’t think they would do that to him. Especially Jens. He hoped Jens wouldn’t do that to him. He was the one Jens was supposed to have inside jokes with.

He didn’t understand, and it was driving him crazy. Did Jens see the effect it had on him? How much he liked it? Why would he keep it up if he did? He was pretty sure Sander, at least, had figured it out. Which meant if Jens didn’t already know, it would likely be the reason Lucas gave himself away eventually. Especially if he kept blushing like a schoolgirl every time Jens tucked a collar up around his chin.

Because of course Lucas liked it. It was being wrapped in Jens’s embrace, all day. It was tucking his nose into the fabric and breathing and feeling like he was lying in Jens’s room. It was knowing what it looked like, especially when he received the subtle, jealous side-eyes from anyone who approached Jens. He wasn’t barbaric enough to call it the sign of ownership others may have thought, but, well.

It sort of was. He couldn’t explain what else it could be.

Which is why, when Jens tried to walk right past his hoodie and leave Lucas’s house in a t-shirt, into a downpour, Lucas found the courage to ask, “Why do you like me wearing your clothes?”

Jens halted just as he passed through the bedroom door, and turned back. “What?”

“Your clothes.” Lucas gestured at the hoodie hanging from his desk chair. “You keep leaving them so I’ll wear them, or straight-up give them to me when we’re out.”

Jens spread his arms out; Lucas thought he could see a spot of pink in his cheeks. “No I don’t.”

Lucas raised his brow. When Jens simply looked back at him, he said, “Okay. You should take your hoodie, then. It’s raining.”

“Right. Yeah.” Jens cleared his throat and wandered back into the room, snatching the hoodie up. Then he stood there, fiddling with it, as he alternated glances between it and Lucas. He let out a sigh, and blurted, “Fine, I like you in my clothes. Happy?”

Lucas froze. He hadn’t actually been prepared for Jens to say it outright. In fact, he’d expected to be laughed off at best and brushed off at worst. He didn’t really know what to do now. He dragged himself down to the end of his bed and sat up straight, looking up at Jens. “Uhm. More confused?”

Jens shrugged. His ears were definitely red now. “You think it’s weird.”

“If I thought it was weird, I wouldn’t have worn them,” Lucas pointed out.

Jens bit his lip.

Lucas licked his. “I just don’t know…why.”

“Red suits you. And you always wear more stylish stuff and, I don’t know. My clothes are bigger on you and you look all soft and…cute, or whatever.”

Lucas stared at him.

“Fuck,” Jens muttered, rubbing a hand over his face.

“Cute?” Lucas repeated.

The blush had spread through Jens’s whole face. Lucas couldn’t compute it. “Cuddly,” Jens shrugged, glancing away.

“So…it’s not some kind of joke, or something. You actually like me wearing your clothes.”

“Well, I’d like it if you weren’t wearing any clothes, but mine are—“ Jens cut himself off, his expression scrunching up in horror.

Lucas decided he must have been dreaming. But he was sure, if that was the case, Jens would hold his usual confident ease, rather than looking like he wanted to run out the door. Lucas managed to choke out, “What?”

“That’s definitely weird. That was the weirdest—the worst thing I could have said. I didn’t say that. Can we pretend I didn’t say that?”

“No.” Lucas surprised himself with the conviction in that, but Jens outright flinched. Lucas held a hand out to him, scrambling to his feet. “No, I mean…we don’t have to…I can’t forget you said that,” he settled on. Then, “I don’t want to forget you said that.”

He cringed at how unclear he was being, but Jens’s expression had slackened out into a much better type of surprise. Jens took a shuffling step forward, hesitantly bumping his hand against Lucas’s. “I really don’t want to make this worse,” he said carefully, “so could you clarify what you mean by that?”

Could he? It was doubtful. He was bound to say something stupid. “I mean.” He faltered, and gave himself a moment to think by locking his fingers with Jens’s. “I mean, I’d really like it if you left all your clothes in my room. Not like, all the clothes from your wardrobe, I mean, all the clothes you’re wearing. Not as in these exact clothes that you’re wearing now. Just—all your clothes, at once. That’s not better.”

Jens’s eyes had gotten very wide, which made sense, because Lucas had not clarified anything and actually gone on the most embarrassing ramble of his life. And he’d come out to Kes in the most extended, convoluted way possible.

Then a smile broke over Jens’s face, and he was laughing. Breathless and beautiful and maybe not entirely at Lucas’s expense. Maybe in relief.

“That could be arranged,” Jens eventually said, still grinning as wide as his face would allow. He stepped further into Lucas’s space, passing the point that would break them toe-to-toe and instead slotting their feet together. “But if you actually do think it’s weird, you could always keep my shirt on. Since you really are comfortable with that.”

Definitely relief.

It extended to Lucas, who was the one to burst out laughing this time. He tipped forward into Jens to hide it, muffling the sound in his friend’s—more than a friend?—shoulder.

“You could have just told me you liked me, you know,” Lucas eventually said, thankfully sounding braver than he felt.

Jens slid his arms around Lucas’s waist. “I definitely couldn’t. This was easier.”

Lucas laughed again. “This was easier?”

“We’re here, aren’t we?”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Let’s see if you’re still saying that when I carry out your wish.”

Lucas blushed, but pulled back to look at Jens and tried for teasing. This was still his best friend. Lucas had been crushing on him long enough to put a good front up over his nerves. “Maybe you should just try kissing me first.”

Jens still seemed surprised by the offer; then he was beaming. “Sounds like a good place to start.”

His clothes did look great strewn around Lucas’s room.

My Cute Nose?

a vds one shot. you can find more on my ao3. 

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Lucas and Isa go for a spontaneous outing for a new piercing. But what Lucas doesn't expect is how nervous he now feels.

trigger warning: mentions of needles (mostly just poking at the skin, no mention of blood or anything gory)

this one shot was inspired by some fan art done by @alexaneskam ! 

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And all of a sudden, Lucas felt nervous.

Sure, he should've felt nervous way before now. Like when he walked into the tattoo and piercings shop and saw the abundance of needles. Needles being sterilized, the buzzing of the tattoo needles poking and prodding skin and over all, needles all together. It wasn't that bad, he had thought. He'd already gotten some ear piercings done, two on his left lobe and one on his right. So he wasn't completely inexperienced. Which is why when Isa dragged him to the shop to go get another nose piercing right next to her first one, he agreed to go. It didn't sound like a big deal. In fact, he had been wanting one anyway. And now just felt like the perfect time to do it.

But maybe, a little too perfect.

Because right now, Lucas was sitting down on the bench of the small room and trying to keep his leg from shaking and bouncing. He was trying to keep his hands in his pockets to avoid chewing on his nails, but that instead resorted to him biting and chewing too hard on his lips. He envied how calm and collected Isa looked in the chair, even smiling a little as she waited. He only hoped he would act half the way she did. Even a quarter.

His nerves could only be blamed on one thing. On one person.

And that person was the most beautiful person he'd ever seen in his entire life.

Lucas didn't expect to come in on an average weekday afternoon and meet someone he was now claiming to be the love of his life. Isa didn't even warn him about this guy, and when he grabbed her aside before they followed him into his studio and gave her a startled look, she only furrowed her brows and tilted her head.

"What?" She had whispered, so the guy was out of ear shot.

"You never told me your usual piercer looked like this." He hissed and she snorted.

"What? Jens isn't my normal piercer. I don't even have a normal piercer." She defended, trying to stifle a laugh.

"How do you know his name then?" He whispered a little, hoping Jens a few feet away wasn't paying much attention to them.

"Because while you were looking at him all frozen up from being star struck, he actually introduced himself." Isa teased, flicking his forehead lightly. "I'm surprised you didn't even notice the rather adorable Belgium accent he had."

Before Lucas could open his mouth to reply, Jens had appeared in the door way and gave them a smile. "You guys ready?" He asked, adorable Belgium accent and all.

Which is how Lucas found himself practically shoving Isa to go sit down on the chair first so he could give his heart a second from racing so fast. Isa didn't miss his lack of subtlety, and even winked at him as Jens lead her to the chair. Lucas only playfully scowled as he tried not to let his eyes shift from her over to him.

That quickly proved to be inevitable.

Now he was studying Jens as he pulled on a pair of gloves over his sturdy and strong hands and Lucas had to physically restrain himself from gawking. He couldn't help but eye Jens up and down as he focused on getting everything ready for Isa. Lucas took note of his fluffy dark hair falling gently on the side on his head, his brows and eyes focusing on the small diamond stud Isa had chosen and the fitted black shirt that still managed to hang loosely off his body. But Lucas could still make out the broadness of his chest and shoulders as he moved about, hovering over Isa gently as he began sterilizing her nose gently before marking where he would pierce it. She seemed to giggle at his light and gentle touch and Lucas began to panic as he thought of how bright red his face was going to turn the second he was in her position.

Jens had his back faced towards him now, and Lucas could make out the lean muscles on them as he felt his nerves escalate with each second. Even though Isa had her eyes closed and couldn't see him trying to contain his internal panic, the teasing grin she had on her face was enough to poke fun at Lucas. He was just glad Jens was focusing on Isa right now, because there was no way Lucas was going to impress him with all his nerves.

"And you're done." Jens exclaimed and Lucas perked his head up. His mind had been spiralling so much that he didn't even notice how quickly Jens had finished up with Isa.

He rolled over on his chair to the small counter and brought Isa a small handheld mirror so she could look closely at it. For a split second, Lucas felt Jens catch his eyes and he felt his heart stop. Jens let his dark eyes sparkle at the sight of Lucas' crystal blue ones and gave him a soft smile. Lucas tried not to squirm as he gave him a small smile back. Jens subtly eyed him up and down before nodding slightly and turning back to Isa.

"Look good?" He asked, grinning widely at her.

"Yeah, wow!" She exclaimed, admiring the way the new stud sparkled beside the nose ring she already had in. "This looks so cute!" She looked over at Lucas and he gave her a quick thumbs up.

Huffing out a light laugh, Jens rolled around to the other side of the room and grabbed a small bottle of solution. Rolling back, he gently handed it to Isa.

"Here," He said. "Make sure to rinse it out at least twice a day for the next few weeks to avoid any infections. I don't suggest you change the jewelry until it's completely healed, though I'm sure you already know that. If there's anything you think is unusual, like your body rejecting it or something, or any other questions and concerns, just come back here. I'll take a look at it and see what I can do."

"Thanks Jens." She said, a wide grin and a glisten in her eyes. Isa hopped down from the chair and walked over to wear Lucas was sitting.

He awkwardly got up and switched spots with her. His legs felt like jello underneath him and he was hoping they wouldn't give out. Isa gave him a wiggle of her brows as he side eyed her. Jens was busy sanitizing the chair and getting new supplies so he wasn't paying much attention to their silent interactions. Isa reached out to pinch Lucas's leg and Lucas retaliated by gently hitting her leg with his foot.

"It's your turn." Jens finally said, turning around. Lucas felt himself freeze up but somehow his legs managed to head over to the chair and sat down. Isa was looking at him rather menacingly, and he couldn't figure out why.

Giving her a confused look, Lucas felt his eyes widen as Isa picked up her phone and pretended to take a call.

"Liv? Hi, what's up?" She said as Lucas realized what she was doing. She brought her phone away from her face for a second and pretend to smile apologetically at both of them. "Sorry, I have to take this. I'll be right back Luc."

Lucas was about to protest but before he could, she was already gone. He had to give her some credit for giving him some alone time with Jens. But Lucas felt his heart beat begin to race again as he turned to face Jens.

Jens had an eyebrow raised and a rather soft smirk on his lips. Lucas took in the little details of his face. Dark long lashes were made a bit vibrant with the touch of red eyeliner that was lined right above the rich dark brown colour of his eyes. A small mole laid below his right eye and his lips were a little more chapped but that didn't hinder the dark pink mauve shade that rested on them. Lucas also noticed he had a few piercings, multiple on his earlobes and even an industrial bar through his right ear. On his nose was a simple stud. It seemed to sparkle just as much as his eyes, which Lucas was beginning to get lost in.

If Lucas was starstruck before, he had no idea how to even describe what he felt now. Even though he thought his heart was beating far too fast to be considered normal, he still managed to feel a sense of ease as Jens gazed at him.

"So your name is Luc?" Jens asked, interrupting their silence.

He shook his head but then shrugged. "It's Lucas. But, a lot of people do call me Luc instead." He didn't know how he managed to say that without stuttering, but he mentally thanked himself for sounding a little bit normal.

Nodding with the same smirk on his face, Jens rolled over to some of the cabinets and began pulling out some supplies. "I like Luc, so I think that's what I will call you."

You can call me whatever you want, Lucas thought.

Coughing, Lucas shook away his thoughts. "That's fine. I like Luc anyway."

And he did. Especially when his closest friends called him that. But there was something a bit more endearing about the boy in front of him calling him that. It sent flutters of warmth through Lucas's body and he could feel small shocks and tingles solely based on the way Jens allowed the name to roll off his tongue.

"So Luc," Jens said, rolling back to him. "What are you getting today?"

"A septum." Lucas replied, steadying his voice.

"Oh that's fun." Jens got up from his chair and headed over to the small glass cabinet. He made a few clicking sounds with his mouth as Lucas watched him look for something. He turned his head and jutted his chin towards Lucas. "Do you know what size you want?"

"Just the standard. 16 gauge I think."

"Got it."

He came back over holding a small silver septum jewelry with two small bulbs at the end. It looked fairly tiny in his hand and he held it for Lucas to see.

"This good?" He asked and Lucas nodded.

"Good."

Laying it carefully on the tray, Jens walked over to a small sink, washed his hands and slipped on a new par of gloves. Lucas didn't want to watch every movement the other boy made, but focusing on the bright colour of the auburn walls in the room was still distracting. His eyes then marvelled at the photos that Jens had hung up, mostly of city skyscrapers and graffiti on buildings. They were rather artistic and Lucas was surprised. He didn't really read Jens as the artistic type.

"Did you take those photos?" He asked and Jens whipped his head up.

Wrinkling his nose as he smiled fondly at them, he shook his head. "No, I'm not that artistic." He said, disproving Lucas' assumption. "My friend back home took them. He and his boyfriend walked all around the city and I asked for some of them to be printed out before I moved here."

"So where is home?" Lucas asked as Jens took a seat back down in his chair. His hands were playing with the loose threads on the sleeves of his pink sweater, trying to still settle his nerves. The pink of his sweater matched the small brush of pink eyeshadow he put on the inner and outer corner of his eyes. And soon, they would match the colour of the blush on his cheeks.

"Belgium. More specifically, Antwerp. Though I go back and visit it a lot so it's not like I'm that far away from home."

"So much for moving to a whole new country." He teased.

Smiling widely, Jens let out a loose laugh. "That's what my friends said. They were really upset when they found out I was leaving Belgium, but after learning I was only going to be an hour away on the train, they told me I was being dramatic."

"They do have a slight point."

Huffing out a small laugh again, Jens leaned closer. Lucas felt Jens place his fingers gently under his chin to tilt his head up. He couldn't help but hold his breath as the shocks and tingles began to elevate with the slight touch.

"Nervous?" Jens asked as he gently poked at Lucas's nose as he marked and measured where he would poke the needle.

If only he knew.

"A little." Lucas admitted, his breath hitched. He flinched his body a bit, knowing his nerves weren't for the actual piercing but rather the piercer.

"Don't be." Jens softly said. "It really doesn't hurt that bad and I promise I will be gentle."

"Will you really?"

"Yes? I always am." He laughed. "Your friend didn't even flinch and just giggled her way through. I don't think I've ever had someone so happy about getting stabbed."

"Stabbed does not exactly help with trying to trust in you being gentle."

"Just relax." Jens assured, marking the inside of his nose which felt like a small tickle. He playfully brushed the tip of Lucas's nose gently and Lucas finally felt the blush on his face grow warmer and more vibrant. "I wouldn't ruin your cute nose."

Somehow his face managed to get even warmer and a brighter pink at the compliment and Lucas hated how he couldn't just act calm.

"My cute nose?" He choked out as he brought his head down and gave him a questioning look.

"Yeah," Jens said lightly. He tilted Lucas's chin back up and held a needle and clamp in his other hand. "Goes along with the cute pink blush on your cheeks. Kind of matches your eye shadow."

Now he fully wanted to gawk at him. His cover was definitely blown and he was internally panicking again. He would much rather deal with the nerves from the needle stabbing him than his crush noticing how unsubtle his feelings and reactions were.

"Okay Luc, I'm going to clamp this around your septum. And then when you're ready, you're going to match my breathing okay?"

"Okay."

Lucas felt the squeeze from the clamp on his septum and he winced at the foreign feeling. It didn't hurt, but it felt rather weird and uncomfortable. He remembered the second part of Jens' explanation and tried to slow down the internal workings of his body so he could feel Jens' breathing pattern. It took a few seconds but he was able to regulate his body and calm it down for the first time since seeing Jens.

"Okay, when I tell you to, I need you to take a deep breath for me. You might feel a slight pinch but it really shouldn't feel like anything more than that. It might be a bit more of a pinch than when you got your ears pierced so don't be surprised about that." Jens assured.

When Jens felt that Lucas' body was at a relative ease, he leaned in a bit closer.

"You can keep your eyes closed but on the count of three I need you to take a really deep breath and just hold it okay." Jens instructed.

Nodding slightly, Lucas waited as Jens counted down. On the count of three, he held his breath and winces his eyes slightly at the sudden pinch he felt. But it was there for barely a second and then it was gone.

“You did great." Jens assured. "I'm going to pull out the needle as you slowly breathe out. And then you'll have that septum on your cute nose.

Lucas nodded slightly again and breathed out, feeling the needle be removed as he sighed contently. He didn't open his eyes right away as he felt Jens gently screw the small ball on the end of the jewelry. His body was more relaxed than before, but he still felt the flutters in his chest.

"Alright and you are done." Jens exclaimed.

Opening his eyes, he was faced with Jens smiling widely as he held up the mirror. Lucas slowly reached out for it and couldn't help the small smile on his face when his fingers brushed against Jens' own. When he looked at the new detail on his face, his smile grew wider. Slowly, he poked at it and while the slight pressure was uncomfortable, he was beginning to really like how it looked.

"Cute huh?" Jens asked proudly as he took off his gloves and tossed them aside. He began putting away all his tools before he got up from the chair.

"Yeah, you kept your promise. I could hardly feel a thing." He replied, following his movements across the room.

"Here, same thing for you. Rinse it out with the solution at least twice a day for the next few weeks. And if there's anything else you think is a bit off with the healing process, you can just come in and see me." There was a pause, a hesitation in his sentence as Lucas listened to him.

Tilting his head and raising his brows to gesture Jens to continue, he noticed the sudden change in his behaviour. Jens was slightly averting his eyes away from Lucas' and chewing on the inside of his cheek. There was a slight clench in his jaw and his body was a bit more tense, showing off its broadness even more. Jens awkwardly scratched the side of his face and Lucas finally caught onto why his behaviour had changed.

Now, it was Jens' turn to be nervous.

"Uhm, listen, I know this may not be the most professional of me but, in the most non-professional way, you are really cute. And if you would be interested, I'd love to take you out sometime." He nervously mumbled. "It'd be nice if I saw you again for non-piercing festivities."

A grin came onto his face as he placed the mirror down on his lap. "You're cute when you're nervous."He noted with a teasing look, which just made Jens snort.

"I could say the same about you."

They both smiled at each other and Lucas knew his grin was now from ear to ear. He could see the slight pink flush appear on Jens' cheeks, bright against the darkness of his all black clothing and complimenting the tiny line of red above his eyes. He figured his cheeks were probably even more pink, so he couldn't even poke fun at Jens.

Instead, he dug into his phone pocket and unlocked it. Opening up a new message thread, he passed it over to Jens.

"Place your number in and I'll text you." He said with a wink.

As Jens began to type in his number, Lucas' eyes were drawn back to the doorway of the studio. After a second, Isa popped her head back in with her award winning smile.

"Sorry," She said, now gaining Jens' attention. "Liv called and I couldn't get her off the phone."

Lucas rolled his eyes, knowing that was far from the truth. If anything, Isa had probably just waited outside at the shop's lobby until she figured she had given Lucas enough time to awkwardly and shamelessly flirt with Jens. Though, he hadn't really done much of that.

However, he did get some of that from the boy still putting his number into his phone.

"Luc!" Isa exclaimed, and they both remembered she was there. "Your piercing looks so good! You look so cute."

And before Lucas could reply by thanking her, Jens whipped his head up again with another smirk on his face.

"I agree. He does look very cute." Turning his head away from Isa and back to Lucas, he eyed him up and down before winking at him. "But I'm sure he knows that already."

If someone wants to know what they were talking about:

if skam nl were able to go about the four seasons, would their tag line also be alles is liefde ?

ik the dutch spoken in the netherlands is different from flemish dutch but i can’t find anything on it

NO BECAUSE MY SEMESTER JUST STARTED AND I ALREADY HAVE A LONG FIC IDEA BASED ON A JENS SEASON 🤡🤡 LIKE I DO NOT HAVE THE TIME BUT I CANT SIT STILL AND NOT WRITE IT

drabble so feel free to ignore:

the way my uni semester is about to come up in a few days and i need to somehow cope and not fall into depressive episodes probably means i’m gonna make some vds one shots to get by and the influx of like fourteen one shots for this one semester has to look insane on my ao3 account