GIVE THIS MAN HIS DESERVED SEASON

💙 GIVE THIS MAN HIS DESERVED SEASON 💙

100 days ago marks the day SKAM NL was cancelled - but we won't ever stop fighting for it

i’m not exactly an artist, i just do random sketches and doodles so pls don’t come for my lack of artistic depth 😭 ( + pls tumblr don’t ruin quality)

sketch of van der stoffels in marker + pen, because i love them.

I Like It When You Sleep For You Are So Beautiful Yet So Unaware Of 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!

Sleepy Van Der Stoffels. That's it. That's all it is.

shoutout to @ pepethehobbit because the very first vds fanfic i read was her “it’s not living (if it’s not with you)” fic due to the 1975 song reference in the title. bonus points because that song is actually one of my all time favourites. <3 

When Lucas and Jens first fell asleep together, both of them thought it would take quite a bit to get used to another person in each other's bed. The stillness of the night often begun with Lucas laying his head on Jens' arm, tapping his fingers lightly on his chest. Jens would have his own hand, laying flat against his chest as Lucas' fingertips danced about, sometimes grazing against the empty space between his fingers, just barely touching. Their breathing was slow and sometimes when the hours of slumber drew near, Lucas would hum to himself softly. It would send small vibrations through both of their body, almost as if they were two halves of one whole.

They often argued they were.

"You make the night time feel a lot like the day." Jens whispered, on another night he found himself in Lucas' room. Neither of them knew what numbered time this one was, but loosing track of it hardly mattered. He just didn't want to go home and he hardly ever did nowadays. So, without it taking much convincing, Lucas invited him to stay the night.

The dancing fingers on his chest didn't stop, as Lucas tilted his head up to look at Jens. The dark brown eyes were almost identical to the midnight sky, so dark that with just the flicker of light from the street lamp outside made them twinkle. The shadows of the night painted over the deeper parts of his face, while the light of the moon kissed the higher points gently, illuminating them. There was no doubt that Jens was beautiful, a figure of art that Lucas could spend eons working on capturing but could never compare. To Lucas, Jens was beyond the master pieces of a gallery. Beyond the paintings of Van Gogh, the sculptures of Michelangelo and the words of poets. To Lucas, Jens was something cut out from the clouds of heaven, intertwined with the galaxies and held the rest of the world in the palm of his hands.

"What?" Lucas asked, realizing he didn't exactly reply to Jens' statement. "What does that even mean?"

"Aren't you the one learning all those cryptic meanings and metaphors in your art classes? Wouldn't you be able to know what they mean?" Jens laughed, bringing the arm that held Lucas a bit closer to him. Lucas snuggled in closer into Jens' side, sighing at the softness of his shirt and warmth under his cheek.

He giggled back. "I do. But you aren't exactly a poet Jens, so I don't know if I have the expertise to understand what you mean."

"You must be failing your classes then."

"And you're not?"

Jens snorted and pretended to give Lucas an annoyed look. Lucas only grinned, the moonlight brightening his smile to the point where Jens couldn't help but smile back. He leaned forward a bit, and kissed Lucas' forehead gently. The strands of curls that hung loose on his forehead tickled him slightly when they pressed against his forehead, but the sparks from the kiss sent waves of sweet affection through his body.

"So what do you mean by that?" Lucas asked again, this time his voice much softer and hushed. His eyelids were beginning to feel heavy as his body began to melt into the mess of comfy sheets, soft pillows and blankets that held them in a gentle huddle.

"You manage to continue you making me feel so alive. And even now, I feel like I could run a marathon." Jens explained. His last statement was quickly counteracted with a yawn. Another yawn followed, but it didn't come from Jens. Lucas didn't even realize it was his, until he felt his body begin to drift off even more.

"Not me." Lucas murmured, his eyes basically shut tight now. "Maybe tomorrow."

"Good night my sleepy boy." Jens whispered, rubbing his hand up and down Lucas' back. The other one reached over, lifting off its initial placement on his chest to nestle his fingers into Lucas' curls.

He loved it when Jens played with his hair. It was often, usually only done when they were alone together. The first time Jens had done it was while they were watching a move in Jens' room. Both of them were leaning against Jens' headboard, while Lucas leaned on his shoulder. Then, as if it was a second nature to Jens, he reached out and light twirled a curl on the top of Lucas's head as his eyes intently focused on the movie on the laptop balanced on a stack of pillows. Lucas couldn't pay much attention after that. He could only focus on the way Jens' fingers lightly tugged on the curls, the strands intertwining around his fingers and the calm ease it put his whole body into. It was then when Lucas realized Jens' love language.

Touch.

He should've known before. The way Jens always leaned against him on benches as they waited for their friends, back when they were just friends. Then it would slowly escalate, Jens reaching out to pat his back when he felt Lucas feel nervous or tense. Then eventually, holding his hand whenever he could, having a hand on his lap if they were sitting down at a table with his friends. Sometimes, before Jens let their hands swing between them as they walked, he would place a soft kiss to his knuckles. Lucas always giggled at the sentiment. It always made Jens seem sort of regal, but in his own dorky way. Whatever it was, Jens always had a soft hold on Lucas.

Maybe that was why Jens liked sleeping over a lot. Whenever Lucas woke up, Jens would still have an arm holding him as his back pressed against Jens' flat and board chest. Or, on their second night, Lucas had woken up in the exact same position he had fallen asleep in. His head just slightly on Jens' chest, Jens' fingers resting lightly on his curls as his other one laid flat on his chest, rising up and down with his slow breathing movements. Lucas had no idea how he managed to sleep through the night without tossing around at least once. And it wasn't like he was a very restless sleeper either, but he did usually end up sprawled out into a different position than the one he fell asleep in. But upon knowing that Jens had held him the whole night, his heart melted and he found himself throwing an arm around Jens' waist, hugging him. He hoped not to stir Jens awake, but another thing Lucas learned was that when Jens slept, he slept.

"Good night. I love you." He felt himself mumble before his body completely slipped into a peaceful slumber.

“I love you too.”

Lucas wasn't completely wrong. Of course Jens liked to sleepover because of his chance to hold his wonderful boyfriend in his arms. It also helped that they didn't have to be apart, which Jens was also not too keen on. But what Jens loved the most, was making sure Lucas had a blissful sleep. During the day, he would often see Lucas look a little worried, like there was something that relentlessly bothered him and couldn't keep him at ease. Lately, his brows furrowed together more, the biting of his nails was more frequent and he always seemed to have his shoulders carrying his stress. He didn't know if it was from the turmoil of dealing with his rather absent father who had wanted to have a place in his life again, his mother and her medicine being inconsistent for her episodes and the pressure for the upcoming exam season. It could even be a mix of all three.

Whatever it was, it made Lucas look a little more drained. He never looked like he got enough sleep, eye bags becoming a bit darker and the colour in his face hardly making any presence. It worried Jens, and the one thing Jens disliked more than worrying was seeing his boyfriend worry.

So, that's why he wanted to stay the night. Stay every night if he could. Besides, it's not like anybody cared if he did stay over- Jens' family often understood, knowing how lonely Lucas was in the university dorms and the dormitory policies weren't very strict about visitors. He could stay every night if he wanted to. As long as Lucas wanted him to.

And knowing Lucas, that was absolutely in the equation. Jens noticed how much Lucas loved quality time. It could be one of his love languages. Lucas had been going on about love languages for awhile now, and while Jens did his best to understand them, he still never quite got them. Could you even have more than one language? To Jens, that was possible, because that was kind of how he saw everything in-between them. It was a language of their own.

Maybe Jens should make the argument that love languages didn't exist. That the one that did was the one they shared. And whether it was touch, quality time, words of affirmation or whatever else Lucas spewed on about, they all made up the way they were affectionate towards each other.

Touch. Jens holding Lucas in the still of the night, as the whispers of tomorrow lingered around them, promising things they were not yet aware of.

Quality time. Lucas spending hours in Jens' room, even if it was just laying on his bed as he studied his boyfriend, who was too busy whipping up some sort of musical masterpieces through his headphones.

Acts of service. Jens doing his best at mixing extra amounts of acrylic paints for Lucas to use on his paintings. Sometimes, most times, they never matched and the shades always slightly differed, but Lucas would just kiss his cheek and thank him anyway. Jens would then watch him blend the colours, focusing so hard to make it work. And, through some sort of miracle, they always did.

Receiving gifts. Whenever Lucas went to his favourite art store to pick up some new supplies, he always made sure to dig around in the small sticker bin before he left. The assortment was different each time, so it was always like a fun mystery to see what theme they had going on for that week. And each time, he picked one up and gave it to Jens, who excitedly put it on his skateboard. Overtime, it began to make a rather abstract mess of a collage, but the way Jens' eyes lit up at the small gift never dulled out.

Words of affirmation. Right now, when Jens took in the sight of his sleepy boy. The way Lucas' curls fell over his face and the pillow, his breathing slow and heavy against the side of his body his cheek rested on. Jens would always take in the smoothness of his face, no worry in sight. The only thing missing was the bright blue eyes that Jens could never get enough of, and the flush of pink on his cheeks when he smiled so hard at him. Other than that, he was the embodiment of an angel that had fallen down from the heavens. Which is why, Jens always leaned over and whispered to Lucas, but more to himself.

"I like it when you sleep for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of it."

And when he said those words in the still of the night, he swore the moon shown brighter and the stars danced about the twilight sky, the same way Lucas fingers danced on Jens chest.

He should probably also argue that he felt a bit more alive during the night than the day. Knowing that he had Lucas all to himself, in the way that sometimes the day prevented him from doing so. But as the night began to seep into the later part of its ours and Lucas' sleepiness transferring over to Jens, he realized now it was to time for him to drift off. So, he settled in a bit more, into the blue blankets and towards the radiating heat from his sleepy boy, and snuggled into the mess of curls that had became one of his favourite things in the world.

Maybe he'd do that tomorrow.

sometimes i forget lucas vdh is canonically “isak”. because for some reason i always head canon him as more of an “even”.

which is why i have zero hesitation in imagining jens being “the stoner dude bro isak trope” with his chaotic dumbass panicking over a “cooler suave artsy boy who shows up out of nowhere even trope”.

like the autumn leaf, i will always fall for you.

soft autumn vds because i love autumn and i love vds so it only makes sense :,) i’ll post the middle manip with its original colouring + b&w in a few days <3

If You Should Fall Into My Arms.

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

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

It's the '80's and Jens finds himself tagging along with Sander and Robbe to a David Bowie concert. The feeling of being a third wheel weighs him down a little bit, until he feels somebody tap him shyly on the shoulder.

This was going to be the best night of his life.

Jens didn’t know how Sander was going to be able to move around and jump with his heavy Doc Martens on his feet, but after knowing Sander for a couple months now, he decided not to question it. Him, Sander and Robbe had managed to snag tickets for the David Bowie concert in Amsterdam, making it a weekend visit away from Antwerp. A part of him did wish Aaron and Moyo could’ve came, but Aaron couldn’t take time off work and Moyo had some sort of dance rehearsal. Even though Jens would end up being the third wheel, he hardly recalled that issue as the three of them trudged around the area.

Not only had they scored tickets to see Bowie, but they had even scored pit seats. Jens wouldn’t admit it, but he would be willing to third wheel multiple disgustingly in love couples if it meant getting these tickets. He also would never admit being a big fan of Bowie, though not bigger than Sander. Overall, the adrenaline was rushing through his veins and he couldn’t help but bounce with every single step.

“I can’t wait, I think my heart is going to jump out of my chest.” Sander exclaimed excitedly, as Robbe looked up him fondly. “I hope you guys at least know some lyrics, we’re so close there’s no way I’m having you guys look like posers.”

“Hey, you’ve made me practice the entire set list and the lyrics for two weeks now.” Robbe gently reminded. “I almost know the songs as well as you.”

“Almost. That’s the key word there.” Sander reminded, tapping Robbe’s nose gently. Robbe only wrinkled it but gave him a wide grin, the crinkles of his eyes so very bright. Sander grinned at him, before turning his head to look at Jens and raise his brow. “And you?”

Jens only smirked at him, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip in attempt to look as smug as ever. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and clicked his tongue.

“No need to worry about me. You won’t embarrass yourself in front of them man himself.” He replied, his answer still vague enough to hide his inner excitement for the concert.

There was a glint in Sander’s eye, which seemed very knowing. Jens gave him a slight nod, as a way to confirm the unspoken assumption running through Sander’s head.

“No way, you’re a Bowie fan aren’t you?” Robbe groaned, as he studied the way his boyfriend and best friend were looking at each other. “I thought you were more into the Rolling Stones.”

The smirk on Jens’ face only grew wider, and he stood up straighter. If there was one thing Jens was always sure of, it was his great abundance of confidence. Robbe looked at him rather unamused, knowing he was only going to gain another smug response.

“I was, until I saw Mick Jagger and Bowie getting close. I just had to see who this guy was.” Jens replied.

“You do realized Bowie has been around just as long as the Rolling Stones right? Maybe a little later but still.” Sander snorted.

“Okay, I said I knew his lyrics not his life story.” Jens rolled his eyes playfully.

The three of them let out a few small laughs, and it wasn’t until Jens felt his body calm down a bit that he realized how packed the place was. Almost every seat was filled up, the entire arena packed to the brim. The space in the pit was starting to close in on him, and he was thankful for just wearing his thin black t-shirt to avoid literally passing out from the heat and general overwhelming feeling. Taking the front fabric of his shirt, he pinched it and flapped it against his chest, an attempt to cool him down.

By now, Robbe and Sander had wandered into their own conversation, as well as a few kisses on cheeks. Jens had no idea what they could be talking about, and not wanting to third wheel that conversation, he decided to scan out the area.

The place was starting to get a little packed, with blurs of brightly coloured tops filling his vision. Maybe he should've went for a more colourful outfit, after all, it was a Bowie concert. But to be fair, Robbe was really the only one with the most colour. Between him and Sander, with palettes of denim jeans, a white shirt and a black shirt, Robbe's bright green button down was probably the most eccentric thing between them.

His thoughts were quickly interrupted when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked to the side a bit, but noticed Sander and Robbe were still heavily lost within each others' eyes. Which, meant, it was neither of them who tapped his shoulder. Still confused, he turned around into his other direction, tilting his head down to look at what was calling his attention. When his mind finally registered, he had to bite the inside of his chin from dropping his jaw.

In front of him was possibly the most eccentric thing. Or, person.

The boy who tapped on his shoulder had a rather shy look in his eyes, but it wasn't the shyness that lured him in.

This boy may have had the bluest eyes he's ever seen. And by the way his shirt was striped with multiple colours only brought out the blue even more. Jens let his tongue swipe the bottom of his lip again as he eyed the boy a little more. He was very easy on the eyes, and Jens couldn't help the smirk grow back onto his face.

"Can I help you?" He asked, rather confidently.

The other boy still looked a little shy, but the way he was biting his lip to conceal a small smile had Jens feeling like there was a little spark between them. The boy ran a hand through the loose curls falling near his face as his cheeks turned the slightest shade of pink.

"Uhm," The boy began to say. His voice was a little muffled, due to the crowd around them, so Jens leaned down a little to hear him better. The boy gave a small smile at the gesture and began to scratch the back of his head awkwardly.

"Sorry, this might be a little awkward." He began to say, and Jens could sense the nervousness in his voice. Trying to assure him, he shook his head lightly and smiled softly.

"Don't be, it's okay. I'm Jens, by the way." He asked, his voice a little less cocky and more gentle.

The boy's small smile grew a little wider and he let out his hand for Jens to shake. "I'm Lucas."

"So Lucas, what was it you needed?"

"Uhm, listen, sorry, I'm not usually this nervous." He apologized. "I was just wondering if there was a chance that maybe I could squeeze in a little bit in front of you. You're a little tall and I can't exactly see over your head."

It wasn't until now that Jens realized that Lucas was shorter than him. Not by much, and he was still taller than Robbe, but he was still fairly small and Jens did have some height leverage over him. He probably should've figured this out when he had to lean down a little to hear him.

Of course, Jens was never one to let someone stand in front of him. He knew this could potentially end up pushing him towards the back of the pit, and from where they were standing, that would be a complete misfortune. If he did end up saying yes, this could imply to the rest of Lucas' friends that they could move in front of him.

Until, he realized that there was nobody else paying much attention to Lucas. He was kind of standing on his own, not even a Sander or Robbe to keep him company.

Maybe that was better.

Jens snapped his finger and pointed at Lucas, raising his eyebrow curiously. "Are you alone?"

"Uhm," Lucas mumbled again, looking around him for a few seconds and back at Jens. "Well, I am now. My two friends saw some cute girls and ran off to go sit with them."

This only left Jens with more curiosity, as pursed his lips in thought.

"They ditched you?" He asked.

"No, no, no, they're not shitty friends. Just a little girl crazy."

"And you're not?" Jens asked again, this time feeling his heart race a bit, and this time it wasn't just from the pre-concert adrenaline.

"I, I," Lucas mumbled and Jens wished it wasn't so loud so he didn't have to keep leaning down to listen to his words.

"I'm not exactly like that." Lucas continued, leaning in as if he was whispering and dropping his voice to a lower active. "I'm not crazy for girls."

The implication in his words sounded like music to his ears. Probably even than the better music that was about to play. Jens whipped around quickly, noticing that the concert was about to start. He looked over to his friends, who had finally stopped gazing into each others' eyes and remembering his existence. They eyed Lucas beside him, and gave suggestive eyebrow wiggles and cheeky smirks. Jens wrinkled his nose at them, before finally turning them to look back at Lucas.

His blue eyes were still staring at Jens, but they looked a little less shy now. They were even sparkling, and Jens knew there was no way he could say no to such a beautiful boy.

It wasn't like he was going to anyway.

He stepped aside to give Lucas a little bit of room to squeeze in front of him. Lucas smiled at him gratefully as he slipped through the little space. Jens felt him brush by, feeling even more sparks.

When Lucas settled into the little spot in front of Jens, he turned around and gave him the biggest smile of the night. Jens gave him a smile back, still marvelling at the way his eyes sparkled, even as the lights began to dim and the spotlights began to take control.

"Ready for the show now pretty boy?" Jens asked, winking before Lucas would lose his attention for him. If there was one guy Jens was fine with loosing Lucas' attention to, Bowie filled that role.

And maybe, Mick Jagger.

Lucas only winked back, as he flashed Jens an eccentric grin. The boy was a radiant blur of colours, and now, he was the only one filling up Jens' vision.

-

The concert was only becoming livelier by the second, as Jens cried out the lyrics to the songs while making sure to steal small glances at Lucas from time to time. He would never have imagined that at a Bowie concert, his attention was not solely focused on the man on stage. He also would never have imagined it would be on a boy who was looking like an angel in heaven as he also screamed out the lyrics.

"Everybody, I want you all the be able to get up and dance to the next song, as that's what it is all about!" Bowie announced to the entire audience. He gave one of his famous winks, which had more than half of the audience instantly swooning over. "Let's dance!"

The few notes of Let's Dance began to fill the arena, automatically sending a swaying rhythm to Jens' body. Sure, he may not be the best dancer out there, but he did manage to move without looking like an awkward worm slithering through the ground. His attention was diverted to Sander and Robbe, who were dancing together, Sander's arms around Robbe as Robbe pressed his back close towards him. After a few series of beats, Sander took ahold of Robbe's hand, spun him away from his body and pulled him back in. Robbe threw his head back, his fluffy brown hair falling with the dip, and the smile on his face happier than ever. Jens didn't like to admit it, but sometimes when he watched them, he felt a little envious. Not in a greedy way, more like he couldn't wait to find someone who made him feel the way Sander and Robbe made each other feel.

That was until he remembered the earlier encounter of the night. Smiling, he turned away from the general direction of his friends towards Lucas. Lucas, who was by far a better dancer than Jens, was moving to the music with smooth movements and a playful bounce to his rhythm.

Jens was about to reach out to him, to mimic the actions from earlier and to tap on his shoulder, but just before he was about to lift his hand up from his side, he someone on Lucas' side accidentally jerk into a much bolder dance move. While the move did look cool, a mix between some jazz hands, a dramatic sway and some extravagant foot work, and was much more advanced than Lucas' and his skills combined, the person unfortunately was too close to Lucas to be pulling a move like that. Poor Lucas was knocked off balance, and he began to stumble towards a fall.

Acting swiftly, Jens leaned forward and brought his hands out, quickly catching him. It wasn't until sudden weight of Lucas' body landed in Jens arms that he noticed he was holding Lucas extremely close to him. Lucas and his familiar blue eyes widened in surprise as well, probably just realizing that he had fallen into Jens’ arms and had his own arm swung over Jens' shoulder as an attempt to catch himself.

Neither boy knew what to say right away, and despite the crowd and music around them being extremely caught up in the performance, their exuberance atmosphere, there was this sense of calm and ease swirling around them. Jens gave out a small huff of laughter, almost in pure disbelief that he was holding Lucas in his arms.

Lucas scrambled back onto his feet, while Jens helped him balance by having a soft grip onto his waist. He watched as Lucas' blue eyes took in his hand gripping at the colourful stripe shirt of his, and huffed out a laugh as well.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to fall on top of you like that." Lucas apologized shyly, rubbing his hands on his jeans. Jens noticed the way he ducked his head, trying to bite back the grin on his face and the bright pink blush on his cheeks.

He waited for Lucas to look back up at him before he replied. When he did, he was met with the blue eyes again, and he realized they were starting to become the most eccentric thing in the entire world.

Next to David Bowie, of course.

"It's no problem." Jens assured, smiling widely at him. "Actually, I was just about to get your attention. I wanted to ask if you'd maybe want to dance."

At this point, the grin Lucas was trying to hold back was too wide to be contained. Lucas took a step closer, and Jens took it as his cue to unbunch the fabric of Lucas' shirt and actually place his hand properly on his waist.

"Well, I wouldn't want to go against what the man has to say." Lucas said with the most confidence Jens has heard him with all night. "So in the words of Bowie himself, let's dance!"

The sudden confidence made Jens feel much more of an adrenaline rush through his body. Him and Lucas winked at each other, and Jens placed his hand in his, and began spinning him out and pulling him back in constantly. The both of them twirled around, giggling at each other as their bodies got lost in a rhythm of their own.

If anyone else were to watch the way they moved together, you would've thought they had known each other since forever to be able to move both their bodies like one. Their synced up movements danced about, complimenting each spin, sway and dip. When Jens dipped Lucas over, he admired the way his curls fell back with his head, as the bright boy began to giggle a little more each time.

As they moved along to the sound, Lucas shook his head to sing along to the lyrics. The light brown curls on his head flowed around him, like an angel's halo with a dance of its own.

"Because my love for you," He sang out, as Jens spun him out. "Would break my heart into two."

"If you should fall into my arms," Jens continued singing. "And tremble like a flower."

"Let's dance!" They both cried out together, as Lucas was back in Jens' arms, doing a simple side by side step to keep the rhythmic motion.

Jens could feel his broad back against his chest, and when Lucas tilted his head back like he did to sing the lyrics, the soft curls grazed the side of Jens' neck. They were a little bit tickling, and he couldn't help laughing a bit, sending vibrations throughout both of their bodies.

-

Eventually, the concert ended and the later hours of the night had begun to take reign of the day. Sander and Robbe gave Jens some more teasing looks when they noticed Lucas standing behind him, only the his head being able to peek out from behind Jens' shoulder. Both of them gave him and Lucas a wink, and also gestured that they would meet them out in the lobby in case they got lost when the crowds dispersed.

He nodded back indicating he understood what they meant. They waved quickly, and headed off, quickly getting lost in the blur of the crowd.

Turning towards the boy, Jens grinned.

"So, your friends, do you see them anywhere?" He asked.

Lucas shook his head. "No, I told them I'd meet them at the lobby as well. When the concert finished." He let out a loose laugh and shrugged, like he was in disbelief. "Can you believe they ditched me for some girls? I didn't think they could be any more girl crazy, we literally had pit seats."

Jens shrugged as well, though a little more cooly. "I think it would be a bit unfortunate if they did stick around. I mean, would you have tapped me on the shoulder if they were here?"

The blush on Lucas' face turned the most vibrant it had been all night. His blue eyes were once again widened, and the swarm of colours within them were so entrancing.

"No, there's no way I would have tried talking to you if they were around. Let alone dance with you." He bit his lip and leaned forward a bit, just so Jens was the only one who could hear him.

"They would definitely make fun of me for talking to a cute boy with you." Lucas admitted.

Jens grinned, feeling the most happiest he's felt this whole night. It just kept getting better and better. At this point, he didn't think anything could top this. Knowing that Lucas thought he was cute.

"Well, my friends are not going to let me hear the end of this either pretty boy." He replied. "How about we get this thing over with? We'll meet both our friends in the lobby and we can endure their teasing together, rather than alone."

"Alright, but I can't lose you to this crowd. I may be able to see you through it, but I don't think I'll be able to avoid being pushed around into different directions."

He moved a little bit, creating a little space for Lucas to slip and squeeze through. Jens made a motion with his hands to gestured Lucas moved in front of him, like the same gesture he had done earlier.

"Go in front of me, that way I can keep an eye on you and I'll follow you." He suggested, only to be faced with Lucas grinning and shaking his head in disagreement. Raising a brow, he gave him a confused look on why Lucas was disagreeing to this.

"I have a better idea." Lucas said instead.

Still confused, Jens tilted his head to indicate his puzzlement. Lucas only winked and slipped his hand into Jens', squeezing it tightly. Jens quickly understood the implication. As long as their hands were intertwined with each others' and Jens led him through the crowd, there was no way they would lose each other.

So when Lucas squeezed his hand back one more time, and Jens gave him a smile one more time before turning around, he realized that he was wrong about earlier.

The night had managed to get even better.