List Of Things I Do Have Prepared For The Jens Season Fic:

list of things i do have prepared for the jens season fic:

the opening scene

the general theme of him discovering his sexuality

how he meets lucas

other scenes that i’d like to write

the playlist

list of things i do not have prepared for the jens season fic:

the actual plot.

Admit It.

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

( @ apolloswords )

feel free to comment/message me any suggestions for one shot ideas!

Jens wants to take Lucas out to his favourite cafe. But there's only one way they can get there.

"Admit it." Jens said, smirking at Lucas.

"Admit what?" Lucas replied back, wrinkling his nose as he took in the rather devious look on Jens' face. He didn't mistake the way his lips curled up into a smirk, knowing full well that Jens was taunting him.

"Admit that you like Kes more than me."

Lucas dropped his mouth in surprise then snorted, gawking at Jens. "Are you stupid?"

Jens only laughed and walked closer to him, crossing the small sidewalk to reach the front door of Lucas' house. He brushed his nose against Lucas', which was still rather wrinkled up and unamused. He continued to laugh lightly as Lucas rolled his eyes and put his hands around his neck. Smiling at the mild annoyance coming from the boy in front of him, Jens raised his eyebrows as he wrapped his hands around his waist.

Huffing, Lucas tried to hide back the smile on his face as Jens pulled him in a little closer. "For the record, I do not like my best friend more than my boyfriend."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah?"

"So why do you refuse to take a ride on my motorcycle but have no problem riding on his scooter?" Jens challenged, smirking at Lucas again.

This only earned him another eyerolll. "Because you don't even need helmets for those. Which means they are safer." He defended.

"But the helmet means you are more protected. Which I argue is even more safer."

"Jens, you could have gotten a car after you got your license. I didn't expect you to go out, acquire a motorcycle license and then buy one of those instead." Lucas retaliated.

Now was Jens' turn to scoff. "Because I am a cool boyfriend." He placed a quick kiss on Lucas' nose which he received a small blush on his cheeks as a reaction. "Who wants to take his boyfriend on a lovely motorcycle ride into the sunset."

"You make it sound so romantic."

"Is it not?"

"Not if I crack my head open in the middle of the road."

Taking a finger, Jens pressed it to Lucas' forehead and pushed against it, causing him to lose his balance for a second. Lucas only shook his head as Jens tapped his forehead again, this time a little more lightly. "That is what the helmet is for. To avoid that." Shrugging, he winked at the weary blue eyes in front of him. "Besides, we don't have to worry about that happening."

Tilting his head a bit, Lucas gave him a rather confused but curious look. "And why is that?"

"Because I highly doubt you would even want to let go of me."

He felt Lucas scoff again. "For the record, I still think that's you. You never let me go when we fall asleep."

"Is that a complaint?"

"No." Lucas giggled, his curls moving slightly with the pick of the wind and the shake of his body.

Jens only smiled warmly, not even feeling the coolness of the late autumn evening. He didn't know if it was because of his thick red hoodie underneath his navy blue jacket or the rather radiating warmth coming from the sunshine boy in front of him. Deciding to go with the latter, he knew there was nothing else in the world warmer than the crystal blue eyes of a summer sky and the hidden golden rays among brown curls that were apart of his favourite person to ever exist.

Leaning forward again, he let his lips just gently brush over Lucas' soft pink ones. Lucas hummed against the light touch and Jens could feel him smile against them.

"Come with me." He mumbled. "So we can go off into the sunset and I can take you to your favourite cafe with all the pretty cakes."

Lucas let his eyes light up. "The one across the city?"

Of course the mention of cake suddenly had Lucas changing his mind. Jens should have just mentioned this at the beginning, instead of practically begging him for the past month. He should've known better.

Even though he would've felt annoyed by anyone else suddenly changing their mind over a slice of cake, Jens couldn't help but kiss Lucas quickly on the lips. When he pulled back after a second, he admired the way Lucas looked so bright against the start of the sunset's swarming colours around them.

"Yes, the one across the city." He confirmed. "Is this also how you're admitting that not only Kes but a slice of cake is above me?"

He felt Lucas reach up and pinch his cheeks, giggling again at the playful pout on Jens' face. "Maybe not Kes. But the slice of cake? Yes."

"That's very assuring. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Jens pulled away, much to Lucas' disappointment. But he held out a hand and Lucas took a second to hesitate. Taking a deep breath, he placed his hand in Jens' and Jens squeezed it tightly before leading him over to the black motorcycle parked across of the house. It took Lucas another second before nodding. Jens balanced Lucas as he tried to steady himself on the back of the motorcycle. Jens opened up the back compartment of the motorcycle and pulled out a helmet.

Unlike his simple black helmet, this one had a striking blue stripe go around it. It was obvious it was meant for Lucas, no doubt. Jens had picked it up earlier at the store, hoping it would give him some luck for the later evening.

Lucas widened his eyes at it but Jens just nodded assuringly. Nodding back, Jens reached a hand out towards him. He pushed back a few of the golden brown curls away from his face before placing the helmet delicately over his head. Lucas' eyes widened once it was on him and Jens gave him a warm smile. He watched as Lucas' swarming blue eyes turn from the dark deep colour of an ocean back to the bright blue tranquility of a lake.

Taking his hand, he pulled down the face shield and grabbed his own helmet. Pulling it over onto his head in one swift motion, he climbed onto the motorcycle and turned back to look at Lucas.

"Hold on tight okay? Don't let go." He instructed. His voice was a little muffled but he had to hope Lucas understood what he was saying.

Even without seeing much of Lucas' face, he knew Lucas just snorted as a response. "I promise. I will never let go, Jens. I'll never let go."

"I still have yet to watch that movie."

"You have to. I really like it."

"I have to do it because you like it?" He teased.

"I am riding a motorcycle for you."

"Fair enough."

Lucas placed his hands slowly around Jens' waist. At first, he let them settle, but after a second, he crossed his arms around each other and gripped onto his own wrists. Jens figured this was just to secure himself and he felt Lucas lean his helmet against Jens' back. When he figured that Lucas was a little bit relaxed and calm, he started up the engine.

As Jens pulled put of the parked spot, he felt Lucas slowly grip tighter onto him. But after moving at a steady pace, he felt Lucas lift his head up from his back. He could only assume that he was now looking up at the sky enveloping around them. The beautiful transition of oranges, pinks, purples and dark blues began to mess around them, like someone had dipped their hand in the sky and swirled their fingers around. It was so vibrant against the taller buildings of Antwerp, creating an almost magical touch onto this ordinary world.

The colours danced messily, blending, contrasting and mixing together. For the past year he's been with Lucas, he knew that sunsets and sunrises were some of his favourite things. While Jens had always preferred the later nights with stars above his head, he had recently began to love the clear skies of the day even more. He had to, especially when his favourite eyes resembled them.

It felt like they were soaring against the colours, against the world. And if Lucas could, maybe he'd spread his arms open to feel the wind rush under him, feeling free. But Jens knew that his hold on him, the rather tight hold, was what Lucas preferred. Even though Jens always found himself holding Lucas at night, Lucas never liked to be apart from Jens. Even if it was a simple hand on his, head leaning on his shoulder or pressing his back against his chest, Jens was his safety blanket. His security.

And it was no different right now.

-

"So? Was it that bad?" Jens teased as Lucas licked some icing off of his fork.

"Not that bad." He teased back. "Though, I will say Kes is a much better driver."

"He has more experience."

"And I have more experience with him."

Snorting, Jens playfully took some icing on his finger and swiped it on Lucas' nose. Lucas just laughed and did the same, but Jens quickly dodged it. Instead of getting it on his forehead like he had intended, the white sticky icing streaked against Jens' dark hair. Wrinkling his nose, he tried to give Lucas and annoyed look but instead ended up smiling through his attempt at a cold expression. Satisfied, Lucas leaned back as Jens took a napkin to wipe the icing from his hair.

The cafe was brightly lit and Lucas had chosen their favourite spot. Beside the large window which was angled to the cake display. He loved this spot. Whenever they went, he insisted to sit here because Jens knew he liked to watch the staff put out new cakes after they were freshly made. Right now, they had three slices in front of them. Jens never knew how Lucas could be so fond of sweet things and he had no idea how he could consume so much cake without his teeth hurting. It had to be the eighth wonder in the world.

"You are a handful, you know that?" Jens sighed, as Lucas could only teasingly eat more cake in front him. "A difficult handful."

"Are you complaining?"

"Actually, I am." He teased back.

Rolling his eyes, Lucas leaned a bit closer. The blueness in his eyes were so bright, Jens didn't know how anybody couldn't get lost in them. The icing was still on his nose, so Lucas took a finger and swiped it off before licking it off his finger. Wrinkling his nose, Jens wanted to ask the universe how his boyfriend could be this cute.

"You're disgusting." He said instead.

Disgustingly cute.

"I don't waste anything that's sweet."

Deciding to test this theory, Jens took some more icing and rubbed it over his lips. It was very clear what the message was and Lucas pretended to sulk. But he leaned a bit more forward and kissed Jens' quickly while swiping his tongue across his lips to grab the icing.

"Did I prove you wrong?" He taunted, making Jens blush.

"You did. I thought you might waste the opportunity."

"For the cake or the kiss?"

"Both."

Leaning forward, Jens eyed the soft pair of lips in front of him. He'd kiss them many times, but each time proved to be better than the last. Lucas eyed him curiously and leaned a bit closer as well, thinking he would get another kiss. Slowly moving, Jens leaned in a little more.

But at the last second, where their lips should have connected, Jens took some icing on his finger and leaned back as he brought it to his lips. Smirking at Lucas as he ate the icing off of his finger, Lucas rolled his eyes, slumped back, crossed his arms and pouted.

"Did you really choose cake over me?"

"You did it first!" Jens protested.

"When?"

"When it was the only way I could convince you to ride my motorcycle."

"You were being manipulative." Lucas tried to defend. "You know cake is my weakness."

"And I'm not?"

"No." Lucas said, reaching for the hand that Jens had laid out on the table.

He took his finger and traced the lines on his palm. They felt like a light feather and should've tickled, but Jens had gotten used to this by now. There had been countless nights he had waked up to Lucas just doing this. It was kind of a secret language between them, something Lucas did if he felt like he needed to suddenly be vulnerable. He let his curls hang loose as his continued to trace about as Jens admired him.

"You're not my weakness." Lucas continued. "You're more like the thing that keeps me going. Like, a sense of security and comfort. I don't think I would've actually rode a motorcycle if it was anyone else."

"You did it just for me?"

"You and the cake." Lucas laughed, letting his eyes flicker back up to Jens. "But, you were right. The sunset seemed to be moving right around us. I don't think I've ever felt like I was inside a painting before."

"So was it worth it?"

"I should be asking you. You pestered me for a month and had to go out and buy me a helmet."

"If it's about you Luc, it's always worth it. You are always worth it to me."

"I think you might actually be my weakness." Lucas smiled at him. "You're the sweetest thing I've ever had."

-

By the time they had finished up their little date, it was already dark outside. They hadn't noticed the cafe was closing up and everyone but the staff had left. Both of them had gotten too caught up in each other, whether it be laughing at something one of them said, sharing warm smiles from across the table, slices of cake being devoured and overall the light teasing between them, they clearly had gotten very lost in each other.

So lost that that one of the waitresses had to apologize that they needed to leave. Blushing red at the fact that they had spent the entire evening doing nothing but living in the world between them, they paid the bill and left.

The darkness of the autumn night made it seem later than it really was. The brisk cold air hit them in faces as they stepped out of the warm cafe, taking them by surprise. Street lamps lit up the sidewalk and storefronts began to dim as they closed up for the night. It was relatively quiet and peaceful, not much people around and the light traffic. Jens looked around, taking it all in.

He remembered how much he loved the night. How quiet and solemn it could be. He used to purposely stay up, doing nothing but thinking up at the stars through his bedroom window. Whether he decided to get high or not, he always let his mind wander. Some nights often led him to think much deeper thoughts, other nights he just wondered about the nicer things in life. But after meeting Lucas, Jens realized maybe nights alone weren't as great as he recalled them to be. On the nights where he and Lucas went to their respective homes, he often laid wide away wishing to reach out and feel the boy next to him. He couldn't help it. The second him and Lucas were apart, if ever they were apart, he always felt a pang of silence in him. Like he was missing the part of him that made him whole.

"Hey," Lucas whispered, as they walked slowly to his motorcycle. Jens had his hands shoved into his pockets so Lucas poked at his arm playfully. "Why do you look so sad?"

"I'm not sad." He lied.

Poking at his ribs this time, Lucas huffed out a light laugh. "Yes you are. You're not smiling and your eyes look rather sad."

Forcing a rather wide smile, he tried to prove Lucas wrong. "Not sad."

"Jens, cut it out. What's wrong?"

Sighing as Lucas leaned against the motorcycle to face him, Jens pressed his lips together. He took a hand out of his pocket and gently ran his fingers through Lucas' curls. His eyes were big and studying him carefully. Their brightness was so vibrant against the low light and the darkness of the night that Jens also began to wonder if Lucas was the eight wonder of the world himself.

Finally giving in, he shrugged. "I just don't like leaving you."

Giggling, Lucas let Jens play with his curls as he tilted his head. There was a small grin in his face as he let his eyes meet Jens' won, not breaking apart their gaze.

"Leaving me?" He asked, as if he needed to confirm what he heard was right.

"Yeah." Jens sighed, now letting his hand cup Lucas's jaw. "I don't like leaving you. Like ever. Especially at night, it makes me sad."

"You miss me." He said playfully, his tongue peeking through his wide smile.

Snorting, Jens shrugged. "Yes okay, is that what you wanted to hear? I miss you. Like whenever you're not with me. And I count down the seconds until you are with me."

Lucas reached up and cupped both hands on Jens' jaw. Leaning in, he kissed Jens softly. Jens felt himself try to catch his breath, but he kissed Lucas back like he was gasping for air. Both of his hands wandered down to his waist, clutching onto the denim material of his jacket. Every time he kissed Lucas, he couldn't believe he was this lucky to not only love the smaller boy in front of him, but to also be loved back by the same boy.

When they pulled apart, Lucas still had a wide grin on his face. Jens couldn't really read his expression, he looked a little too happy for someone who's boyfriend was feeling, well, sad.

Before Jens could ask what his grin was about, Lucas pulled away and sat on the back of his motorcycle. Jens was surprised at the sudden confidence in his movements. Lucas sat on the motorcycle, holding his helmet in his lap. There were bright twinkles in his eyes, brighter than the stars above them. The wind flew through his curls and the apples of his cheeks were starting to become a bit more pink, either from the cold or from Jens himself.

He decided to go with the latter.

"Why are you smiling like that?" He finally asked, the curiosity getting the best of him.

Lucas gave him a simple shrug and a smirk. "I just think we should be getting back to my place now."

"We?"

"Yes we, you idiot." Lucas confirmed, winking at him. "You won't have to miss me so much if you're spending the night with me."

"Spending the night with you?"

“Don’t tell me you’re complaining.”

“I’m not. Can I spend the night with you?”

"Yeah, my mom wouldn't mind at all. Besides, we have to watch the Titanic."

Wrinkling his nose, Jens gave him a look. "Who said we were watching that?"

"I did. It's my reward for getting over my fear of your motorcycle."

Matching his smirk, Jens raised his brows. "Does this mean you'll go on rides with me more often?"

"Maybe." Lucas laughed. "I still need a little more time but, it's something I can get used to. On one condition."

"Which is?"

"Every ride we go on, you have to spend the night and watch all the cheesy movies you make fun of me for."

Stepping closer, Jens placed his hands on Lucas' thigh. He brought his face closer and lightly kissed his forehead. "One, I do not make fun of you-"

"Yes you do."

Choosing to ignore Lucas, he kissed his nose. "Two, that will be a whole lot of movies that I have to sit through-"

"And I have to sit through just as many motorcycle rides which-"

Cutting him off, Jens quickly kissed his lips. "Three, that is no problem because you are worth all that cheesy eye-gouging romantic bullshit."

"There you go about making fun of me."

“Admit it.”

“What now?”

“That you want me to spend the night just as much as I want to spend the night.”

“I think you already know my answer to that.”

Kissing his lips again, he felt Lucas smile. After they pulled apart, Jens felt Lucas lightly flick Jens' forehead. Jens rolled his eyes but hopped onto the bike. They both placed the helmets over their heads and Jens felt Lucas wrap his arms around Jens's waist again. This time, instead of gripping onto his wrists, Lucas placed his hands flat onto his stomach, feeling way more relaxed than earlier. Jens smiled at himself, feeling his heart melt at Lucas trusting, finding comfort and being a bit more braver, all because he knew Jens would never let anything happen to him.

"Don't let go." He instructed before starting up the engine.

"I promise. I will never let go, Jens. I'll never let go."

With that, they headed off. This time, the stars danced above them as the young of the night began to catch up with them soaring against it. Naturally, Jens' mind began to wander.

Only one thought filled his head. It was the thought that no matter what time of day or night it was, whether it be the sun rays kissing the world good morning, bright skies on clear days, the beautiful mess of colours during sunsets or the mystical kisses from the late night moon, Jens was able to admit one thing.

That being with Lucas will always be his favourite and more preferred hours in the ordinary world around them.

Because nothing was ordinary about the new world they had found within each other.

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.

vds drabble but in dire need of some advice!!:

- i want to make the jens spin off season occur during the fall-winter months like the usual season 3 vibes. but the idea i have for it is based on the summer but i’m hesitant to do that because sky’s still blue was based in the summer and i kinda wanna differentiate between these skam season 3 spin off fics for vds. :/ i have no idea how to shuffle around ideas for that so if anyone wants to help me out, feel free to inbox or comment or anything because i would greatly appreciate that.

- speaking of inboxing/commenting, i have started my vds one shots on ao3 (i’ll upload them on my tumblr as well :D). if any of you have any prompts, ideas, themes, songs, etc that you would like to see, feel free to let me know! i do have a handful of ideas but i’m more than happy to find out what other ideas may be out there :)

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

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