HAVXHSVZGAG I Just Wanna Figure Out My Plot For The Jens Season Fic But I Also Just Realized Itll Very

HAVXHSVZGAG i just wanna figure out my plot for the jens season fic but i also just realized it’ll very much be like an isak pov for jens which i’m fine with because i head canon jens as more of an isak and lucas as more as an even (don’t attack me please) but that means two things:

1. I CANT WRITE FROM LUCAS’ POV AND FOR SOME REASON I CAN’T LIKE NOT DO THAT? like i love luc i love his pov but it would be weird if i wrote from his perspective because it’s not his “season”

2. it’s so hard NOT to make it like sky’s still blue?? like i can sort of tweak it to make it a bit different but??? the basis is kinda the same?? and i want to be able to separate between the two.

this is just some drabble of me tryna comprehend my thoughts 😭 i want to write so badly and work on it but i have like no direction in how to do so.

[edit] TO BE FAIRRRRR- skam is supposed to be parallels. so technically this fic paralleling sky’s still blue isn’t the worst idea out there. but it’s still not really how i want to execute all this.

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 🥺🥺

Love your VDS stories so much and SOS was just the best part of my year last year, thank you so much for making it 💌💌

you’re so kind, thank you so much 🥺❤️

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.

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how tf did it take me eight hours to write one chapter. bruh. procrastination is a curse. 🥲

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i do cry over all of my fics but this is more of a heartbroken cry

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

i’m finally finishing up the last chapter of the vds fantasy fic and :,( MAN. WHY AM I MAKING MYSELF CRY OVER THIS ONE

i do cry over all of my fics but this is more of a heartbroken cry

it’s so crazy having a follower base on tumblr knowing full well it’s not based on selfies or anything like people are here for your crazy twisted mind. i feel like nietzsche