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visual to vds one shot that i’ll upload later tonight - i was just too excited and wanted to share this a bit earlier <3

youtube doesn’t seem to let it pop up when you search it up?? i hope it’s just because it’s a new video

“and i would say i love you but saying it out loud is hard”

I Never Understood Summer Love.

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 and Lucas experience a summer love together, but even when the seasons change, the feelings they have shared do not.

( jens and lucas | i never understood summer love )

I never understood summer love. Lucas thought to himself. Because I'll never know why they call it summer love when I still long for you as the leaves begin to fall.

-

The early chill of the autumn air was crisp this morning, as both boys slipped on their jackets before heading out for another day of school. The navy blue jacket of the taller raven-haired boy felt soft around his body. But not as soft as the gentle brown curls and skin belonging to the boy of his past. His summer past. And from across the school's courtyard, the boy of the summer sat, hugged by the denim jacket he had always found security and comfort in. But not as much as he found security and comfort in the boy his eyes could never break gaze from. Without even realizing it, he was watching him again. Wondering how they were once so close and intimate, to barely even holding an exchange of greetings now. Actually, he didn't need to wonder. He knew how they had become sudden strangers. But even if he knew the question to his own answer, that didn't break his stolen glances.

Until the other boys' dark brown eyes met his blue one, and he averted his eyes, looking away quickly. Ashamed to have been caught staring.

But he didn't know why he felt ashamed, why he felt like he needed to be ashamed. Lucas figured that when they went back to school, he would forget about Jens. Forget about the way the sunlight kissed the tip of his nose as he tossed his head back, laughing at some snarky remark he made. Forget about the way Jens looked at him, like he was the reason the sun stayed out all day. Forget about the way his hands trailed and wandered all over him, the curve of his shoulders, dip in his back and sharpness of his lithe jawline. Forget about Jens entirely.

Yet, even from across the courtyard, as both boys pretended they were nothing but someone passing by, he knew there was no way he could forget any of that. And as the autumn leaves rustled behind him, disrupting his golden memories, Lucas continued to long for the summer he once knew.

Frustrated, and feeling rather even more sorry for himself, Lucas got up and walked away.The newly fallen leaves felt loud underneath his feet, and with each step, it felt like he was walking away from more than his spot on the courtyard. His cheeks were a little pink from the harshness of the colder air, spiking his skin. Lucas could do nothing but just sigh. Deep down, he felt himself walk further away from what he had found familiarity with.

It wouldn't have been the second time he'd done that to avoid confronting the way he felt.

-

It started out like any other summer. Basking in the warm sunlight all day, partying under the moon all night. Yet, it was so much more different this time around. Lucas would have to leave everything he once knew behind. He would have to leave everything in his familiarity. It was no surprise that Lucas resented heading over to live with his cousin Milan, but since he was still in high school with no actual parent around, he had to find family elsewhere, And the closest thing he had to family was all the way in Belgium. Granted, it wasn't super far away, but Lucas already felt an ache in his heart the second he departed from his friends at the train station. Long gone were the days of Utrecht, and now were days of Antwerp.

It made him feel even more alone than he already did.

But that was until he saw him. He remembered the first time he had seen him. It was when he and Milan had gotten high at some park, laying in the grass that tickled the back of their necks and their fingertips. Milan had sat up, calling a group of guys over and even though Lucas' mind was a little hazy from the weed, he couldn't mistake how beautiful one of the boys jogging over looked.

He was tall, dark hair flowing as he came forward, skin so very sun kissed from spending all his days outside in the summer sun. The grin on his face was playful, but also rather teasing. Something in between a smirk and the start of a laugh. Lucas felt like he wasn't high anymore, as the world just seemed to clear and become in focus around him. But, at the same time, his whole body felt afloat. He felt a sense of euphoria, a rush of both serotonin and dopamine running through him.

The second their eyes locked, both of them stared a little too long at each other. Their gazes lingered, as they studied their unfamiliarity, but felt the pull towards each other. Lucas knew instantly. He couldn't mistake the way his heart skipped, the way he felt his cheeks go into a mellow pink and the small grin on his face, as he smiled to the ground. But the boy and his warm eyes, only gave him a smile back. Knowing the same thing Lucas did.

"Hey, I'm Jens." The raven haired boy introduced, a glint in his eyes as he eyed Lucas up and down.

"I'm Lucas." He replied back.

As the summer began to continue its long days, Lucas and Jens grew closer. The pull between them only seemed to get stronger as cryptic messages laid between their quiet conversations with words only shared between them. As their smiles became a little less secretive, and more knowing. Lucas didn't know what to describe this feeling as, but he didn't think he could even if he tried.

And even if he tried to deny it, to repress the confusion and second thoughts, he was at least sure of one thing.

There was more to this summer, this new life in Antwerp, than he had imagined. And more towards Jens, who he couldn't seem to get enough of.

-

Last night was a blur in Jens' mind. He didn't remember how it happened, couldn't remember how it could've happened. But one thing must have led to another, because he did recall bringing Lucas home after a quite eventful night of partying. The way Jens couldn't keep his eyes off of this new Dutch boy, and how even from across a crowded room, he searched for him. Looking around frantically until he was met with the sparkling blue eyes clearer than the bright blue sky and a pair of pretty pink lips turned up into a an even brighter smile.

It took him a second when he woke up, seeing the way the morning set aglow on a still sleeping Lucas to fully believe it. To fully believe he was right there. Jens got up for a second, pulling on his red crewneck and wandering out of his room for a second.

Maybe it was a dream, maybe it was all in his head. The endless pining over Lucas had finally caught up to him, the way he loved looking at the stars reflect in his bright blue eyes, freckles dance over his nose and smile light up each one of his days. But when he wandered back in, he saw him again. Saw the way Lucas still hadn't stirred awake and was nothing but a peaceful sleeping beauty.

Jens couldn't help but continue to admire him. Him underneath his bedsheets, his brown curls splayed all over his pillow. Jens felt his heart beat faster, even if his whole body remained at ease. There was something special about Lucas, something he had never seen in someone before. Let alone feel for someone before. But it didn't scare him. Even if his feelings were just as much confusing as they were strong, he wasn't scared.

Because when Lucas, very hesitantly, reached out to hold his hand the day before, Jens didn't need to be scared. Not when Lucas and his love made him feel safe.

So Jens held his hand back, feeling the cool metal of Lucas' silver rings against his fingertips. Long slender fingers intertwined in his own calloused ones. Lucas' hand in his, and his hand in Lucas'.

-

The night fell on both boys, but that didn't stop the glow from both of them light up Lucas' room. He and Jens had stumbled home from another party, both too sober to be willing to be around those not. But that was because they were intoxicated with each other entirely. Jens let his eyes watch Lucas in front of him, the way he touched his body like he was a sculptor sculpting his own self. The way Lucas' hands let the shadows of the night paint him like a masterpiece. Jens was didn't think he had ever seen anything so ethereal, nor did he think he ever would.

But here was Lucas, in front of him. The way he moved, the way he was just so himself in front of him. The vulnerability of both boys, looking at each other like nothing else in the world existed outside of them.

So when Jens pulled Lucas in, letting his hands now wander over Lucas, he was definitely sure nothing did exist outside of Lucas. The way their lips touched, creating both actions of desire and affection dictate their next move. The way Jens actually did think Lucas was something sculpted by a god himself, something so far out of humanity's reach. The way Jens poured every single part of him into entirely loving Lucas in a way he had never loved before.

Lucas wasn't just a boy he was lucky to meet and have a connection with. Lucas was a world all on his own, and Jens didn't think he could ever reach out and feel the wonders of a universe at the edge of his fingertips.

-

Yet, like all good days, the sun sets into the darkness of the night. And while some nights can be lit up by the brightness of twinkling stars and the illuminating beauty of the moon, some nights are filled with the darkness.

"We don't have to end it." The boy pleaded, his dark brown eyes widening as tears began to fill them.

"You're right we don't. But we lived a summer dream and I don't think it can continue."

"Why Lucas? Why must things change? Why are we doing this?"

The boy, who's blue eyes were just as teary tried to hold back the tremble in his voice but to no avail. "Because, things change. People change. And we have to go back to our normal lives now."

"So I can't make you apart of mine?" He cried, his voice cracking out of frustration. Jens felt like he couldn't breath. His chest ached from the anger and sadness, but not as much as his heart ached for losing Lucas. For losing his lover.

Lucas only bit his lip and shook his head. He knew Jens was right, he was allowed to be with him. He could be with him. But Lucas didn't know how he could accept Jens changing a huge aspect of his life to be with him. To be out, to be unafraid of being in love with a boy. To being in love with him, with Lucas.

"I can't have you changing your life just because of some summer where we hid in the shadows of the sun. I can't have you changing your life for me."

"Do you not want this anymore?"

Biting his lip again and finally letting the tears streak his face, Lucas shook his head. "No."

He'd never lied to Jens before, never felt like he had too. But he just did. To protect and hide the truth from someone he cared about. He couldn't let Jens know how much this ached him. He couldn't let Jens know that all of this was another change to his life, one he was afraid to accept, no matter how good of thing it was.

So as the summer sun began to hide behind the autumn leaves changing colours, Lucas figured that he had to let go. Let go of the boy who was more than just a summer love.

The truth was, Lucas had no problem loving Jens at any point of the year. In every month, week and day. In every hour, minute and second. In every season, life and universe.

-

Sometimes when Lucas was sad, he would lay down on the floor of his room and simply put on his headphones. If it was any other day, he would probably scroll through the abundance of playlists he'd curated, ranging from eccentric 70's pop to Lana Del Ray's discography. Now, he would scroll through his library of records and listen to the soft strums of the guitar. Sometimes the songs played with covers of songs he knew, other times, they were just an abstract mess of melodies meddling together. Whatever it was, he enjoyed it.

He would think about the times he'd heard Jens mess around on his guitar, when they were both hanging out and not really doing much but enjoying each other's company. Jens was shy at first, almost refusing to even let Lucas hear him play, but after a few hangouts, he smiled at him and let him listen. Jens tried to impress him at first, wanting to show off his impressive guitar playing skills, but that wasn't what ended up impressing Lucas.

"Play that again." Lucas had told him. "Play that thing you just played.

Jens raised his eyebrows, letting out a confused laugh. "You liked that?"

He shrugged, not seeing why it was a big deal. "Yeah I did. It sounded really good."

"I was just messing around." Jens admitted, blushing slightly. "It was just something that came to me, nothing that special."

"Well," Lucas smiled at him. "You should mess around even more. I think what you just played may have been my favourite thing yet."

So that's what Jens did. They spent the rest of the quiet summer afternoon messing about on his guitar. And Lucas recorded it, wanting to keep something of this moment forever.

And now, when he was alone in his room, he realized it was a good thing he did. It might be the last thing of Jens he had.

-

Lately, Jens had started to take the long way home. Not because he was rather adamant on getting home, or because he enjoyed walking, but because he considered it to be more scenic. Walking through the small part of town, with the local shops decorating their fronts to fit the autumn aesthetic was definitely scenic, but that wasn't what caught his eye. What caught his eye was the boy in the window, the one who was busy working in some local boutique by helping. Lucas had begun working there, shortly after school started, from what he heard from Milan. And Jens never had the nerve to step inside, he knew the reaction he'd get from him if he did.

But Jens couldn't help himself from taking this route. Aside from seeing Lucas at the courtyard before school, the slight passing by in the halls and from his back seat in History class, it was one of the other times he could see him. He would have loved to talk to him, to strike up conversations like they once had.

He knew he couldn't. He couldn't mistake the way Lucas avoided him, instantly looking away or leaving the second he caught Jens looking at him. Or when Jens caught him looking. Whatever it was, he knew Lucas wanted to be left alone. Jens wished he could convince him otherwise, but that probably would only make things worse.

So Jens would just sigh. Even if the small glimpse lifted his spirits up and made his heart swell for even the slightest second, he only felt worse each time as he walked away.

-

"I just don't get it." Jens said as Lucas felt his heart beating. "I don't get why you think you can't be in my life."

The last thing Lucas ever expected was to see Jens stumble into the boutique just before he was about to go on his break. It had been a month since they had their last conversation. He expected to feel euphoric seeing Jens come in and ask to talk to him, but he could only be reminded of their good times and felt his heart shatter as he realized that he was the one who put an end to that. And because after all this time, Jens hadn't forgotten about him.

Lucas let Jens lead him to some nearby park, to talk before Lucas had to head back to work. For the first minute, they sat in silence. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it was not the comfortable silence they used to bask in. They were both struggling on what to say, now that they had telepathically established what they would be talking about.

"I don't get why you think the summer was the only time we could be together. Fuck, I know some things don't always make sense but, I don't know why you think this does. This silence, this avoidance. At first I thought maybe I was just a fling, something for the summer. But I see the way you still look at me Luc, you and your big beautiful eyes staring at me and I feel my entire world just go to a still." Jens continued to ramble.

He looked up a bit, shocked how much Jens had observed about his recent behaviour. The words were caught in his throat, but he tried to force some sort of response out.

"You think my eyes are beautiful?" He choked out, his mouth quivering and his voice trembling.

Jens snorted, but nodded with a light laugh. "Yeah Luc, I think your eyes are beautiful. I think what we had was beautiful and fuck, I think you're beautiful. Okay? That's it. I think you're beautiful, I always have. It's not just your eyes, your smile or anything in specific, it's just you."

He still couldn't give out a response, at a complete loss for words. But he did the most natural thing he could do, the most natural things that Jens made him do.

Lucas smiled. He smiled his soft smile at Jens as his cheeks turned pink, a few shades lighter than his warm sweater against the cold air. Jens smiled back. Because even if Lucas hadn't said a word, much like the past few weeks, at least this silence was a bit more familiar.

As they smiled at each other, they realized the world around them didn't seem so cold anymore. There was another hint of the familiarity, a warm glow emitting from the both of them. Even in the later days of autumn, the summer didn't feel so far away anymore.

-

"I can't do this anymore. I can't keep seeing you and pretending this is okay. I can't keep doing this Luc, so just tell me. Satisfy me, make some shit up but tell me what I've been begging to know." Jens pleaded. "Why didn't you want it anymore?"

The party felt far away, even though they were only in the kitchen of the house. Lucas didn't know how to go about stringing the words, rather they were lies or the truth. When no response came out of him again, Jens just nodded to himself. Without a word, he turned, finally being the one to walk away.

"Do you really not get it?" Lucas blurted out, surprising the both of them. Jens turned around quickly, his mouth slightly hanging open and his eyes wide. It urged Lucas to continue, finally admitting the truth.

"That I'm fucking in love with you." He breathed out. "You came into my life while everything around me was changing and I didn't think that I'd have something good come about that. But you came and you were a good change, a good thing. The first good thing in awhile and maybe even the best. And I know it didn't scare you, but it scared me. I lied when I said it was for your sake, because it was for mine. I was the one thinking you couldn't be in my mess of a life, couldn't be caught up in the mess that is me. I loved you too much and I knew you deserved better, better than me."

Smiling softly, Jens shook his head like he was about to tease Lucas. "I can love you anytime I want Luc, and the funny thing is I do. Because while things do and will change, some things don't. And for me, it's the way I feel for you." He paused, coming closer to him and placing gentle hand on Lucas' jaw. Whispering, he added. "Because I'm in fucking love with you too."

-

A few weeks later, Jens was holding Lucas back into his arms in the later hours of the night. The familiar feeling of his bedsheets against his bare skin, Lucas beneath him and the brisk of the night through his slightly open window let shivers down his spine. But they were quickly counteracted by the sparks igniting through him from the smaller boy who was a bundle of warmth against him. Jens smiled down at him, against the soft tickles of his curls against his face and vibrations of his light snored against his chest. He kissed the top of Lucas' head, wishing him a good night's sleep.

I never understood summer love. Jens thought to himself. For how could I only love you in in one season, when you were meant to be with me in each and every one.

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i’m not a very avid video editor so hopefully this looks as nice as i think it does- the youtube link is down below in case you have trouble viewing it

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fantasy vds is such a cool concept and i’d like to write more but then i recall that actual turmoil writing “somewhere only we know” cuz i cant write action scenes or create lore to save my life 🥲

been like six weeks and i’m still not done chapter one of the jens season but the playlist is really good and i’m going to c r y

also i did the “unsent project” and saw these two messages- they kind of set the premise for the jens season and yes i did c r y when i read them

(also the texting style is similar to how i envision their texting style so that’s instant bonus points)

been like six weeks and i’m still not done chapter one of the jens season but the playlist is really good and i’m going to c r y

LISTENING TO LUCKY STRIKE MAKES ME NOSTALGIC FOR THE FIRST TIME I WROTE A VDS FANFIC IM AJSBSHXBA I MISS IT THE PURE INNOCENCE AND SHARED LOVE BETWEEN MY TWO FAVOURITE BOYS MAKES MY HEART SO HAPPY

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.

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.

the creation of adam by michelangelo (c. 1508-1512) - van der stoffels edition

“lucas moved his hand from jens’ chin towards the highest point of his cheekbones, placing his hand lightly on top of it; jens brought his hand up to hold onto lucas’ wrist. there it stayed, squeezing tightly and trying to press lucas’ hand more into him. he felt lucas smile again and they kissed softly now, lightly brushing their lips together as the music came to a slow.”

excerpt from someone to you

If You Should Fall Into My Arms.

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

( @ apolloswords )

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.

Fondly Yours, Lucas.

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

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Lucas is an aspiring artist, who gains inspiration from the musical works of a piano player who lives above his apartment. Too shy to say anything, he invites his mystery muse to his upcoming art showcase. 

Both Lucas and Kes didn’t say anything. They continued to study the set of paintings in front of them, the canvas sizes ranging and the colours all swarming madly together, contrasting and contradicting with each other. Both boys had on a similar expression. Lucas’ hands were on his hips and Kes’ arms were crossed, with a hand tapping on his chin. But their furrowed brows and bitten lips were exact replicas of each other which in the end only meant one thing.

Neither of them had any idea what to do.

“You don’t have to say anything you know. You could just leave it as it is. Which is nothing.” Kes suggested without taking his eyes off the set of paintings.

Lucas shook his head in disagreement. “No, I can’t do that. I’d practically be taking credit for someone else’s work.”

“But technically it still is your work. I mean, it is your work.” Kes defended. “Are you supposed to credit inspiration?”

He sighed. It’s not like most artists did credit inspiration- but this was different. It would be wrong of him to pretend all of this work was simply something he created on his own.

From his own mind.

“I can’t do that.” Lucas firmly stated, turning his body a bit to face Kes. “You know I have to credit this person somehow.”

Kes sighed, knowing he was right. Shrugging, he also turned away from the paintings to look at him.

“You know, you could just actually tell them.” He finally stated.

Frowning, Lucas gave him a weird look in response. Tell them? He thought to himself. Tell them what exactly? That the only reason he managed to get out of such an artist block for his upcoming showcase was because after one week of living in his new Antwerp apartment, he heard the most lovely melody playing from the apartment above him? That he spent countless hours listening to what was able to be heard from his own apartment, and thus eventually leading him out of the block to create art work based on the beautiful music? How he longed to wait for the beautiful piano keys to be played everyday, and being immersed in so much more? How he never thought his synesthesia could manage to give him more of a world than the one he actually lived in?

There was no way he was able to admit any of that to the musician upstairs.

“What would I even say?” He asked Kes, trying to make sense of the rambling of worried thoughts in his head.

“The truth? An explanation? A thank you?” He replied, huffing out a light laugh after every suggestion, subtly pointing out how obvious the whole situation was. “Face it Luc, you know this will eat you alive if you don’t do it.”

Kes was right. He knew Kes was right. But there was no way he was going to openly admit that.

“I am way too shy for that.” Lucas pointed out instead. “Besides, wouldn’t it be a little creepy? Some new neighbour of yours just coming up, knocking on your door and telling you they made not one, not two, but a whole painting series on some of your piano playing? I’m going to sound like a stalker.”

“No you wouldn’t. If anything, well if it were me, I’d be flattered. It’s not everyday someone makes a whole art collection based on the music you play. If it were a common thing, you would’ve made a collection to Jayden’s guitar playing right now.”

“Have you heard Jayden’s guitar playing? I think it’s the one time my synesthesia actually malfunctions and checks out.”

“Can it do that?” Kes asked curiously.

Lucas shook his head. “No, it can’t. But I definitely have never gotten inspired by it.”

Kes let out a loose laugh, which Lucas couldn't help but smile alongside it. When Kes was finished being so amused, he sighed and tried to give Lucas a small reassuring smile.

“Listen, maybe you don’t have to go up and exactly knock on the door. Maybe you could just go up there and leave a note. Alongside an invitation to the event.” He finally said, and Lucas nodded slowly, taking in the suggestion.

“What if they still think that’s a creepy? Think about it-“ He began to say before he was quickly cut off.

“They think you’re creepy because now you’ve left some invitation to some random event where their musical talents have been exploited by some random Dutch artist who is too paranoid for his own good.” Kes finished off, giving him a teasing smile. “Face it, everything is objectively creepy.”

He groaned, knowing he had made another point. Burying his face in his hands, he squeezed his eyes shut and let out a few deep breaths. As he did this, he could hear some rummaging going on around him, but Lucas wasn’t calm enough to deal with that just yet.

When he did eventually open his eyes, he wanted to shut them again and pretend he didn’t see Kes grinning at him widely, with a small poster with the information of the artist showcase at the museum in one hand and a pen in the other.

-

Hi, I’m your neighbour from down below. I’m an aspiring artist who just moved to the city, and after the first few weeks of living here, I was lucky enough to be able to hear you play such beautiful music on your piano. I managed to make my new art collection based on your music, and it is actually being showcased this week at this event. If possible, I would love for you to come and see the collection, as well as getting to know you. I hope to see you there.

Fondly yours, Lucas

-

Now, Lucas was a nervous wreck. He was constantly biting his nails and wiping his clammy hands on his dress pants, hoping it wouldn’t stain. But he couldn’t help it, it had been an hour since the showcase started and his mysterious piano player was no where to be seen.

“They aren’t coming.” He told Kes, as he bit his nails a little more. “They probably thought I was a creep and I bet you that they’re planning on moving out as soon as possible.”

“Would you stop that?” Kes replied, gently taking Lucas’ wrist and bringing it down, so he wouldn stop biting his nails. “You’re going to eat your whole hand at this point.”

“I told you it was a bad idea.”

“Maybe they were just busy. Busy with their own musical showcase.” He patted Lucas on the shoulder assuringly and tried to offer him a small smile. “Come on, let’s go over to the drink table to calm your nerves.”

They headed away from Lucas’ exhibit, and casually made their way to the refreshments. Along the way, Lucas got a few taps, nods and smiles, all actions to show they were clearly impressed by his work. He thanked them politely, but this only made his guilt overwhelm him even more. At one point, he almost considered backing out of the exhibit because he couldn’t handle it anymore.

Kes poured them both a glass of champagne and Lucas suddenly felt someone come up and throw an arm around him. Startled, his pressing thoughts escaped him as he looked over to the person dangling off his shoulder.

“Hello boys.” Jayden greeted with a wide smile. “Have we found Lucas’ mysterious muse yet?”

Snorting, Lucas swatted his arm off his shoulders gently. Kes just rolled his eyes and gave Lucas the glass of champagne, which he downed quickly. Jayden looked between them, still waiting for an answer.

“Doubt they’re coming.” He finally stated, after the champagne gave him a quick buzz. Jayden frowned and Kes just sighed.

“Cheer up Luc, you still got a great exhibit. Makes it look like I’m tripping on psychedelics without even doing so.” Jayden said.

He raised a brow at him. “Are you okay? My art doesn’t look like a psychedelic trip at all.”

“The blending off all the colours is kind of trippy.” Jayden shrugged.

“No? Jayden, the shades are much softer and so is the blend. And the art doesn’t even remotely look psychedelic-“ He began to explain before Kes quickly patted his chest to stop talking. Lucas gave him a confused look.

“Guys shut up.” Kes whispered, looking over into the direction of Lucas’ exhibit. “Look.”

They all turned their heads to where Kes was indicating, and Lucas felt a lodge in his throat. There was someone standing in front of his work, simply admiring it. But this boy had such an allure to him that Lucas found himself admiring him like he was the exhibit.

The boy was nonetheless, beautiful. He radiated both an enticing yet soft feel but his features and expression made him look quite mysterious. Lucas could only make out what he saw from the boy’s side profile, but he didn’t need much to look at to know he was beautiful. Dark raven hair flowed down over his eyes, with dark brown eyes wandering over the artwork with such focus. His skin had a warm olive tone to it, but to Lucas, it reminded him of a braze touch of gold. He wore a black button down shirt he wore fitted over his body accentuated his broad shoulders and chest, and Lucas could practically feel his face turn red as he tried not to gawk at him.

“You should definitely talk to him.” Kes suggested, and Lucas was surprised to also see him and Jayden equally starstruck.

“Are you crazy? What would I even say?” Lucas whispered-yelled at them, shaking his head.

“What if that’s your mystery muse?” Jayden suddenly said, and Lucas could feel himself begin to panic again.

“Then there is no way I am going over there. He can read my artist information on the postcard.” He said, but his friends only shook their heads.

“You have to go over there. Even if he isn’t your mystery muse, he is arguably very cute and I know you’re going to regret not making a move.” Kes mentioned, and Lucas just sighed.

“Must you always be right?” He mumbled, hoping it was out of earshot.

“Took you long enough to admit.” Kes winked as he gave him a playful smirk.

“Luc! Go!” Jayden whispered-yelled, lightly pushing him out of their small circle.

Stumbling a bit and feeling his face go hot as a few people looked at him, he straightened himself up and took a deep breath. When he felt rational and calm enough, he slowly made his way towards the boy. The boy still hadn’t taken much notice of him, as he was still very focused and captured by the series of paintings in front of him. Lucas could feel a leap in his chest. There could be two reasons the boy was so focused. One, the paintings were questionable at best and he was wondering how a showcase could even choose an artist like him to have an exhibit worthy enough to be presented in the spotlight. Or two, the paintings were actually endearing enough to a decent level of adornment, and the boy was just simply captivated by it.

Please let it be the latter. Lucas pleaded in his nervous thoughts.

Finally, the moment came. Lucas was only a foot away from the boy, and they were both the only ones standing in front of the exhibit. He studied him a bit closer, wondering how he should go about this.

Should I say something? Tap him on the shoulder? Wait until he notices me? I wonder what he thinks of the paintings. Lucas thought to himself.

“Good.” The boy spoke suddenly, startling him. When Lucas didn’t reply right away, the boy lifted his head up and turned to him, flashing him a rather charming smile. “They’re really good.”

“Holy shit,” Lucas gasped. “Did I say that out loud?”

The boy huffed out a laugh, which was warm and light. Lucas could feel his face go hot all over again and he wanted to bury his face in his hands.

“You did actually. But it was rather cute if I say so myself.” The boy assured, his voice soothing and sweet like a spoonful of honey. “Are you the artist?”

“Yeah, that’s me.” He replied shyly, biting his lip and trying not to stupidly grin at the compliment.

He watched the boy smile widely, then shaking his head lightly before looking down. “That is really good to know.”

“It is?” Lucas asked, tilting his head and feeling rather confused.

The boy lifted his head back up, with another charming smile. “Yeah, actually, it is. I was looking for you.”

“You were? Why?”

“Well,” the boy began to say, as he reached into the back pocket of his dark dress pants and pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper. “I am the recipient of this invitation.”

As he watched the boy unfold it gently, Lucas widened his eyes upon recognition. It was the small poster advertising the showcasing, and when the boy flipped it around, Lucas noticed the familiar blue ink and his own handwriting at the back.

“Oh my god, you are my mystery muse.” He mumbled, still rather shocked and overwhelmed at all of this.

“Mystery muse?” The boy asked with a light laugh, and Lucas felt his face go red for the millionth time tonight.

“Sorry, it was a dumb nickname my friends and I gave you. When we didn’t know who you were.” He stuttered, trying not to trip over his words while also deliberately trying not to pass out.

“Ah, a nickname.” The boy winked. “Well, if it interests you or your friends, my name is Jens.” He reached out his hand to offer a handshake to him. “It’s nice to meet you Lucas.”

“Likewise.” Lucas replied, shaking his hand back. He couldn’t help but let out a small grin when their hands touched, and especially with the way Jens squeezed his own with a rather affectionate feel.

“So how did you manage to have my piano playing inspire all of this? Considering we’ve never actually met.” Jens asked, gesturing towards the collection in front of them. “I’d read the information on your post card but, I think it would be much better to hear it from you personally.”

“Oh well,” Lucas began to say. Usually explaining his artwork didn’t have him feel so shy and reserved, in fact, it was probably the time he felt the most confident. Trying to ignore the emerging blush on his cheeks and the racing heartbeat in his chest, he turned away from Jens to look at the artwork.

“I have synesthesia.” He began to explain. “So that means I can perceive some senses through another sense. One of which is where I can perceive music not only by hearing it, but by seeing it as well. When I moved into the flat underneath yours, I was able to hear your piano playing quite often. It was usually rather faint, but something about it triggered my senses to see all these shades of colours working together.”

“How did you manage to depict that through your art?” Jens asked, pointing out at the intricate detail in the paintings. “It looks like a series of events.”

“You’re right, it is.” Lucas sad, brightly nodding his head in excitement. “A lot of the music you played managed to remind me of some certain memories in my life. Though I kind of altered it as a whole experience, so the audience can sort of view it as if it was their own experience as well.”

“I can’t believe you managed to make something out of a few random melodies. Like, I can almost tell which pieces I played and which painting resembles it.” Jens said in awe. “You are extremely talented.”

“Thanks.” He replied shyly. “You’re also extremely talented. I never perceived music this intensely before.”

Both boys smiled at each other, silently showing that neither of them had experience this. Lucas couldn’t help but notice that Jens was an art work in himself, one that Lucas’ senses would never fully perceive. He was just too ethereal to be seen that way. Jens was more than just a pretty face, with every turn of his head, flicker of his eyes and the slight movement of the upturned corners of his lips, Lucas began to believe he was illuminated by every star in every galaxy.

“Oh honey, read this.” An older woman said to who Lucas assumed was her husband. The couple weren’t paying much attention to him or Jens, just the paintings themselves. And the postcard that held all of Lucas’ information.

“It says that this artist has synesthesia and was inspired by the sound he heard from his neighbour upstairs in their apartment building.” She explained, quite excitedly.

The older man smiled softly at her. “Well, that sounds like a story for soulmates doesn’t it? How one’s music managed to intertwine with the memories and artistry of another’s. How lovely that their souls have danced together before they have even met.”

After sharing a few more adoring compliments at the work, the couple shyly headed along to the next exhibit. Lucas knew Jens had heard what they had said, and he hoped it wouldn’t scare him away. It’s not like it really meant anything, considering they had just met and soulmates was a rather broad description for them.

They both blushed at each other and let out awkward laughs.

“Soulmates huh?” Jens asked, with a small smirk. “I think that’s a lot to say for our first meeting.”

“I agree. We’ve only been talking for a few minutes.” He replied.

“We could change that.” Jens said, dropping his voice a few octaves so Lucas was the only one who could hear him.

“How so?” Lucas asked, his voice almost in a whisper ad he tilted his head in confusion.

“Well, maybe after all of this, you could come over to my place. You know, the apartment right over yours?” Jens replied with a smirk.

Lucas couldn’t help but beam. “Yeah? And what would we do?”

“Chill, you know. Talk paintings, music or whatever. Whatever soulmates talk about. But I’d like to get to know you before I agree that the couple was right.” He suggested, shrugging nonchalantly. Lucas couldn’t help but beam even more, which only made Jens smile wide with the tip of his tongue rested between his teeth.

“I could do that. I’d actually very much like that.”

“Good.” Jens smiled. “I’d give you an actual formal invitation, but I think it’s nice being able to see you smile as a response.”

He watched as Jens turned around, looking over his shoulder. Jens reached out a hand, indicating that he was about to take Lucas somewhere.

“Oh, I can’t go now. I still have to stay until the showcase ends-“ He began to apologize but Jens only shook his head and let out a small laugh.

“No, I get that. I’m just wondering if you’d like to show me around more of the exhibits. I came late because I was trying to read up on art and shit but, none of it really sunk into my brain.”

“Would you like me to show you around?”

“I would love that. It’d be my pleasure.” Lucas said, gently taking his hand. “You seem rather fond of this whole soulmates thing.”

“I am fondly yours Lucas.”

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

You Also Make A Really Cute Scarecrow.

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An eventful Halloween night featuring Van Der Stoffels.

happy (late!) halloween everyone! <3

“Stop moving.”

“I can’t help it, it tickles.”

It was the evening of Halloween and both boys were in Jens’ room, getting ready to go out with their friends. Jens wasn’t very much of a costume person, and Lucas felt himself cringe as he saw past costume attempts he’d made in the past. Unlike Jens, he was very into Halloween, even going as far as joking that’d he’d break up with him if Jens made up another half-hearted attempt at a costume this year.

It was merely a joke. But Jens took the “threat” rather seriously and spent the last week making himself a skeleton costume out of some old black jeans and a black hoodie.

More like, Jens spent the last week making Lucas paint an anatomy of a skeleton on his old clothes as he simply watched.

Lucas huffed an annoyed sigh, only for Jens to continue looking up at him with a playful smirk. He was sitting on his bed as Lucas was doing his best at painting on an eerily accurate skull on his face. It wasn’t that hard, considering Jens’ facial structure was probably the most perfectly sculpted thing Lucas had ever seen. So painting his face wasn’t actually a hard thing to get done.

The actual hard part was trying to get Jens to just sit still.

“Jens if you don’t stop smiling, you’re not going to look very haunting.” Lucas warned, turning around for a second to dip his brush into more black paint.

Jens only shrugged. “I can’t help it, you’re too cute for me not to smile at."

Lucas smiled softly. “While I do appreciate the compliment, I don’t appreciate you disrupting my art work.” He stepped forward, hovering over Jens and getting ready to lean forward again to continue painting his face.

“I have a better idea.”

Confused, Lucas tilted his head to the side and gave Jens a questioning look. However, the only elaboration he got was another playful smirk and a wiggle of eyebrows. Before protesting, Jens grabbed the back of Lucas’ thighs and quickly hoisted him up, before placing him on his lap.

“See?” Jens asked, pulling Lucas in a little closer to him. “If you’re on top me, I can sit perfectly still.”

“This is comfortable?” Lucas asked, now raising his brows in question.

To his amusement, Jens scoffed. “Okay no, it’s not. I mean, it usual is. But Jesus Luc, what do you have in there? Actual straw? You’re even more ticklish.”

He smiled, before rolling his eyes. “No, it’s just paper. It’s supposed to be like straw.”

“Well, it tickles.”

“Well, it has to be done. It’s apart of the whole costume.”

“And that is why you make better costumes than me.”

“Jens, you never made a costume.”

“Exactly. So you do make better costumes than me.” Jens said smartly. He kissed the tip of Lucas’ nose softly and smiled, before lowering his voice into a much more gentle tone. “You also make a really cute scarecrow.”

Lucas grinned. He had spent weeks making his scarecrow costume. He dragged Jens to countless thrift shops to find some denim overalls, a plaid shirt and a floppy straw hat. Then he placed shreds of yellow paper into the sleeves of the clothing for a straw-like appearance. The floppy straw hat sat on top of his crown of curls, almost enveloping him whole. But the best part was the little pink triangle on his nose and dotted freckles all over his cheeks.

“And you would make a really cute skeleton.” Lucas said back, pulling the black hood of his hoodie over top of Jens’ dark hair. “If I manage to finish making you look like one.”

Jens made a zipping motion over his lips, before pretending to lock a key at the end of it and toss it away. He gave Lucas a very amusing smile, which only made him give a light laugh. Now that Jens was finally done talking, Lucas was able to continue on with his face painting. He had to admit. Sitting on Jens’ lap was actually helpful. He was up close and personal, allowing him to focus on precise detailing and making sure it looked perfect. Jens didn’t once stop gazing up him, tilting his head up perfectly as he trailed his hands up and down the sides of Lucas’ thighs. Both of them were simply in their element.

After they finally finished, they looked into the mirror to fix some final details and smiled.

“Are you excited for the haunted house? Last year's was really good, but I heard this year was better." Jens asked, as they headed outside the door of his bedroom.

Lucas almost froze in his tracks. While he did love Halloween with all costumes, chilly autumn air, curling up watching endless Tim Burton films and of course, the candy, he was not very fond of the entire sinister and eerie haunting tone to the holiday.

Fortunately for him, that was exactly what his boyfriend enjoyed.

"Sure, yeah, of course." He managed to mumble as they headed down the stairs. Jens furrowed his brows, catching onto his sudden hesitation. Before he could say something, they were interrupted by a girl at the bottom of the stairs.

"Lotte!" Lucas exclaimed, quickly taking Jens' attention off of him. 'You look like an adorable fairy!"

Lotte giggled, twirling around in her costume. Lucas admired it with a smile. She had been upset that the initial fairy costume lacked sparkles and glitters, so Lucas helped her make it a bit more magical. And with her long golden blonde hair twirling around her, he was very sure she looked magical enough.

"Thank you Lucas!" She giggled. "I put our pumpkins outside! I think yours looks the best."

He smiled but Jens playfully scoffed beside him.

"Lotte, that's not fair!" Jens said, as he pretended to pouted. "I tried very hard on my pumpkin."

"It doesn't look like it." She stated matter of factly, before heading off into the kitchen.

Jens rolled his eyes. "I think the only spooky thing about the season is being attacked by your eight-year-old sister."

Lucas patted his face gently with a smirk. "There, there. Let's hope that's the only spooky thing we have to deal with tonight."

"Finally put some effort into your costume this year Jens?" Lies said, emerging from the kitchen. She smiled at them, holding a mug of tea in her hands as she raised an eyebrow.

Jens just snorted. "Lies, you're a college girl going to a college party dressed as a black cat. The is also hardly any effort."

"Hey, if you must know, my best friend is a witch. We have matching costumes." She defended.

"Me and Lucas don't even have matching costumes." He stated.

"That's a good thing, right? I mean, Lucas looks much more adorable than you do, you guys wouldn't match at all."

Lucas grinned while Jens rolled his eyes again and wrapped his arms around Lucas. "For the record Lies, that is my adorable scarecrow boyfriend you are talking about."

"Whatever." She stated. "Just be home in time to baby-sit Lotte for the night so I can make it to my party."

And with that, Jens took Lucas' hand in his and they dashed out the door.

-

"Holy shit, that was insane!" Kes hollered out, as they headed out of the fifth haunted house while taking his werewolf mask off and ruffling his hair.

No wonder the haunted house, or houses, were better this year. It wasn't just a haunted house. It was a haunted street. And of course, they had gone inside each and every single one of them.

"I think the last one was definitely the best one." Jens stated. "I think my hand turned white from Lucas squeezing it so hard."

He blushed and then Jayden, in a 70's hippie costume, gave him a weird look.

"I'm surprised you made it through the entire street of houses." Jayden pointed out and Lucas' pink shade of blush turned into a red shade of embarrassment. "Last year you almost cried halfway through."

"I did not." He said, trying to object the statement. "The haunted houses in Utrecht are just much more scarier."

"No they aren't." Kes said and Lucas sighed, silently acknowledging the truth.

They all laughed around him, and Lucas could even feel Jens laugh behind him. Pouting slightly, Jens only wrapped an arm around him before kissing his cheek, which was not that easy considering his straw hat was in the way.

"I used to be the scaredy-cat. I'm so glad Lucas took my place." Robbe said, in his Patroclus costume.

Sander, in his Achilles costume, snickered from beside him. "You mean Lucas is a scaredy-scarecrow. Also, I wouldn't say that. I think all circulation in my hand turned white by the third house."

Lucas managed to holler out a laugh, before fist bumping Robbe in solidarity. At least he wasn't the only one gripping for his life and trying not to pass out in the midst of all the houses. It was. little late now, reaching the point of the night where young trick-or-treaters had headed home, in attempts to avoid the midnight hour.

"Are you guys going to Milan's Halloween party?" Moyo, in an astronaut costume, asked.

Everyone around them nodded, but Jens. He shook his head before shrugging.

"I can't, have to go home and baby-sit Lotte." He explained.

Moyo snorted. "Can't you dip that? What's she going to do, terrorize the house instead of going to sleep. Lotte is an angel."

"Funny enough, she was debating to go as a little devil this year." Lucas added.

But Jens just shook his head again. "Wish I could, but my mother would ensure I do not see next Halloween if I did. And if I don't come home, Lies will miss her party and ensure I also do not see next Halloween."

"Sucks man." Aaron finally said, piping up from behind them in his infamous rabbit onesie. "Heard it was going to be sick."

"Eh," Kes shrugged. "You honestly probably won't miss much. Just the usual drinking, getting high but in costumes. I'll let you guys know if you miss anything."

"Guys?" Jayden asked. "Lucas, are you not going?"

He shrugged. He knew Jens wasn't going to go, but neither of them had mentioned if Lucas would go to the party or go home with Jens. But to be honest, after feeling his heart jump out of his chest for more times than he could count, Lucas wasn't exactly in a party mood. And, he would never choose a party over Jens. That choice didn't even remotely cross his mind.

"Probably not." He replied, side-eyeing Jens as he therapeutically asked him if he could come over.

Jens nodded, pulling Lucas in a little closer. "Sorry boys, looks like you'll have to have all the Halloween babes to yourselves."

"Maybe they won't recognize you guys in your costumes and finally agree to your desperate attempts at flirting." Lucas teased.

Moyo scoffed. "You would think Lucas would be scared of all of us attacking him like crows over his remarks than the murderous clown chasing after him."

They all laughed for another minute, until Aaron nodded. "So? Should we head on over now? I think Amber is starting to get wasted."

"Superman to the rescue." Jayden noted, patting his shoulder but then frowning. "Though, more like super-rabbit."

"Very funny." Aaron snorted. He looked at Lucas and Jens nodded, "Wish you guys could come."

"Meh," Jens shrugged. "Like Kes said, it's just another party. I cam afford to miss it. Let us know if Moyo and Jayden get dismissed by a whole group of girls though."

"We'll even catch it on video." Robbe smirked, much to Moyo and Jayden's unamusement.

With that, they all gave each other handshakes and finally dispersed. Jens and Lucas watched them wander off for a bit, until they were finally out of sight. Lucas then pivoted on his feet and turned to Jens.

"So, you're not too mad about missing the party? I heard a lot of cute girls came up with lingerie styled costumes." He snickered.

Jens flicked his nose lightly, and pinched his cheek. Lucas pretended to frown, and hoped he hadn't ruined his face paint.

"Why would I need them when I have my little scarecrow right here?" He teased, before taking his hand in his as they began to walk into the direction of Jens' house.

The air was still a little chilly, but the adrenaline that Lucas' body was still running on kept him warm. As well as Jens holding his hand as they wandered through the now empty streets. It felt a little strange, seeing all the lit-up jack-o-lanterns, dangly skeletons and statues of witches in the front yards, making the place seem so full but so empty at the same time. Maybe he did understand why Halloween was a bit eerie. He definitely felt that feeling right now.

"You know," Jens said, beginning to press gentle circles in Lucas' hand with his thumb. "We didn't have to go to those haunted houses if you were so scared."

Lucas smiled and shook his head. "It's fine, I didn't mind it that much."

"Are you sure? You did seem pretty freaked back there. I would've felt bad if you ended up passing out just for my entertainment."

"Jens, it's fine. I managed, see? I made it out alive."

"How did you not back out of the whole thing?" Jens asked, raising a brow. "I'm pretty sure Robbe was about to."

Lucas shrugged and gave him a shy smile, biting his lip as he felt a warm blush on his face. "It was a good excuse to hold your hand."

Jens threw his head back and laughed, his laughter filling up the emptiness of the street. Lucas couldn't help but grin in awe at his boyfriend. Jens grinned at him back, and lifted his hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss towards them. They both smiled at each for a second, until, put of nowhere, they heard a rustle of leaves beneath their feet.

Frowning, Jens squinted his eyes towards a nearby sign, before widening them in shock. Confused, Lucas looked over, and after noticing the sign that seemed to be in front of them, his eyes widened as well.

Construction in Progress. Road and Sidewalk Closed.

"How do we get back to yours?" Lucas asked, his voice soft in a whisper.

"It's already dark out and if we take the way that goes around this area, it'll take way too long." Jens thought out loud, as he chewed his bottom lip. "There is a shortcut thought."

He couldn't help but notice the hesitation in his voice. "Shortcut?" Lucas asked. "Isn't that a good thing."

"Typically, yes." Jens agreed, still chewing on his bottom lip. "But there's a reason I usually take the long way."

"Which is?"

"The shortcut is through a cemetery."

His eyes widened in shock. Sure, cemeteries didn't have to be scary. But walking through one as it neared midnight on the night of Halloween was not a trip Lucas was super keen on making. He could practically fill a chill through his bones, alerting him for possible run-ins with the supernatural.

But that was irrational, even he knew it. Trying to put on a brave face, he nodded towards Jens.

"We have to go through. It'll take way too long if we go around."

"Are you sure?" Jens asked, as his face almost turned a ghastly shade of white. "Lucas, I'm sure Lies can wait the forty minutes-"

"Forty minutes?" Lucas exclaimed. "Cemetery or not, even I don't want to walk that much."

"Are you sure?" Jens asked again, lowering his voice a little. "We really don't have to do this, this is much more than the haunted house. I'll even take whatever shit Lies gives me-"

"No Jens, it's fine." He assured with a soft smile. "The haunted houses were meant to be scary. Cemeteries are, objectively, not."

"Alright, fine, I guess you're right." Jens finally agreed. He squeezed Lucas' hand tightly. "You can hold my hand the entire way."

"Are you the scared one now?" Lucas tried to tease.

He scoffed. "No, but fine, don't take the offer."

Lucas squeezed his hand back. "I would never give up that offer."

Pushing back both their nerves behind, they continued to walk into the direction of the cemetery. It didn't take too long, and it definitely was a shortcut. But as the fog began to cloud around them as they trudged through, Lucas couldn't help but wish they had taken the long way. He felt Jens begin to tense up beside him, and the longer they walked, the cemetery only seemed to get bigger and bigger. Whenever they had thought they reached the end, it only seemed as if they had been walking in an endless loop.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a rustle in the leaves again. But unlike last time, there seemed to be more movement than just the window. As Jens and Lucas followed the sound, their eyes widened as they realized it had been coming from behind a set of tombstones.

"Jens-" Lucas began to stammer, before Jens shushed him.

"It's nothing." He tried to say. "It can't be anything.

The rustling only got louder, and both boys began to press against each other, too afraid to continue walking. The rustling seemed to get louder, and under the bright moonlight, a shadow began to emerge behind.

Just when they thought they were done for, a black cat zoomed out from behind the tombstones and ran across their feet. Lucas and Jens were both caught by surprise, but after taking a few deep breaths, they finally calmed down.

"I think I've had enough scares for one day." Lucas panted, trying to catch his breath.

Jens nodded. "Me too, I was going to suggest watching horror movies when we got home, but now I'm just spooked."

"No no," Lucas began to protest. "We can still watch horror movies."

Gaining a weird look from him, Jens replied. "Are you not over being spooked?"

"Well I am." Lucas admitted, before his face broke out in a grin. "But, they give me an excuse to cuddle more into you and I cannot pass up that offer."

Jens' face broke out in a grin as well, as he pulled Lucas in closer for a hug. He rested his chin on top of Lucas' head, and Lucas could feel him smile.

"God I love you." He felt Jens say, his whole body warm and vibrating against him. "But I have one condition when it comes to cuddling you."

Taken aback, Lucas pulled his head away from Jens' chest and frowned. "What?"

Cupping his face and pressing a kiss to his forehead, Jens let out a light laugh which, to Lucas, seemed to make the fog clear up and the cemetery seemed much less sinister and eerie.

"Please don't cuddle me in your costume. As much as I love it and think you look incredibly adorable, all your straw is much to aggressive against me."

Grinning, Lucas kissed his jawline. "Alright, but that means we have to get home in the next five minutes because one, as much as I love cuddling you and all this sweet talk, doing it in a cemetery is not what I envision and two, if we don't get home soon, Lies won't let you live until our horror movie marathon."

And with that, they held hands and raced towards Jens' house, their laughter filling up the air and livelihood.

Sure, Lucas loved Halloween.

But he loved his being with his boyfriend even more.

“jens? you can let go now.”

“i don’t think i can ever let you go.”

“you’re a sap. i love you.”

“i love you too.”

i haven’t made a manip in awhile; but i really do adore this one <3

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”.

I’m Really Glad You’re Home.

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Jens feels a tad bit jealous over Lucas and his new boyfriend.

hello everyone! this one shot can be read as a stand alone, but it is actually a “deleted scene” from one of my longer fics; home (love, vds) (occurs between chapters 4 and 5). if you’ve already read it, thank you!! i hope you enjoyed :) and if not, i hope you find this one shot intriguing enough to check it out! happy reading <3

Jens should feel happy.

He was back home, visiting for the holidays. Visiting for Christmas, which was his favourite holiday. He was in Jayden and Liv’s flat, surrounded by cozy winter decorations, Christmas music in the background, mugs of hot chocolate laid out and it smelled like sweet cookies all over the place. The string lights were turned on, almost making the entire place feel like they were perched on the branches of a Christmas tree.

He should feel happy. He was surrounded by all his friends, the people he missed so much while he was in San Francisco. Moyo was in the corner, trying to flirt with sweet Engel, who seemed to have no idea what he was saying. Janna was showing Aaron something on her phone, which he seemed rather confused by. Jayden waiting for Liv’s cookies to finish baking as he sipped on his second hot chocolate. Robbe and Sander excitedly decorating the tree in the middle of the room. Kes and Isa sweetly cuddled up on the couch, Isa teaching Kes how to tie a bow with a piece of ribbon she had found. And Lucas, sitting on a couch from across the room, a wide smile on his face that had his eyes brighter than any Christmas lights Jens had ever seen.

And that was the exact reason he wasn’t at all happy.

Because Lucas wasn’t alone. In fact, he had a certain someone who was curled up to his side, as they talked to Ralph, who looked at them with pure adornment and awe. Like they were just the cutest couple to exist.

It made Jens’ stomach churn and a bitter feeling in his mouth, even if he tried to down the taste of sweet hot chocolate. There was nothing like Belgian hot chocolate, but there was also nothing but the impending pit of doom he felt as he narrowed his eyes onto the boy who had Lucas wrapped around his finger.

Feeling the frustration take over his entire body and not wanting to seem rather depressed in the midst of the party, Jens placed his mug down on the table and got up. Only Kes from the couch caught his movement and he raised a brow.

Shaking his hand, Jens indicated at the joint that he had tucked in the back of his ear. Kes nodded slowly, but he still didn’t look very convinced. Deciding not to explain any further, Jens grabbed his jacket and pulled his hoodie over his head before heading out.

The cold air hit him straight in the face, instantly making his skin feel prickly against the weather. As he sighed, a small cloud of air left his mouth. He instantly wanted to go inside for a split second, to actually feel warm but recalling the way Lucas was snuggled and pressed up against his boyfriend gave him the coldest shiver down his spine.

In that case, he’d stick to being outside.

Deciding he really had nothing better to do, he pulled out the rolled joint from behind his ear and dug into the pocket of his jeans for his lighter. The flame gave him some temporary warmth, relieving his ice cold body for a few seconds as he began to burn the end of the joint. After taking a few puffs, he felt the weed slightly burn his chest in a rather nice way.

He only managed to get a few minutes to himself, until he heard the door swing open. Jens didn’t really have any expectations to who it was, but he did seem surprised when he saw Kes’ curly hair flowing in the brisk wind.

“Hey.” Kes greeted, adjusting his thicker jacket over his hoodie.

Jens only nodded in response, still not in the mood for talking.

Pursing his lips together and tapping his foot lightly on the ground, Kes raised a brow.

“You know Liv has no problem with you smoking inside right? We do it all the time.” He stated.

Jens just shrugged again. “I needed the air, a quick breather I guess.”

“Yeah?” He replied, rather amused. “Is that why now you’re filling your lungs with weed?”

This managed to have Jens cracking a small smile as Kes walked a little closer. He offered the joint to him, which he gladly accepted. The both of them leaned against the railings for a bit, looking into the lights of the city as they let the weed hit their systems. Jens never really spent much alone time with Kes, unless they were skateboarding together. But that didn’t call for much deeper conversations, especially not one he felt was going to happen right now.

“You seemed kind of distracted back there.” Kes noted. “Are you alright?”

Automatically, he gave another shrug. “I’m good.”

“You sure?”

“Sure.”

Kes studied him for a second, still not convinced. He began chewing the insides of his cheek, trying to avoid his questioning gaze and just hoped he wasn’t going to be very perceptive.

“Did you meet Ivo?” He ended up asking, and Jens felt his fists clench at the question.

“Yeah, Luc introduced him to me at the start of the party. I didn’t really know he was seeing someone.” He said through gritted teeth.

“Lucas didn’t tell you when he first saw you?” Kes asked, as if it was of great importance.

“He might’ve mentioned it, but I was tired and didn’t pay much attention.”

That was a lie. Jens knew about Ivo for awhile, since Lucas and him had made it official. He’d also clearly seen the social media posts about him, the cheesy selfies with cheek kisses and endless flirting in the Instagram comment sections. Then upon their first sleepover since his arrival, Lucas had told him about Ivo. It would be hard for him not to know.

He just didn’t think it would’ve lasted this long. Sure, maybe a few weeks of dating was possible, but he didn’t think they would end up rekindling their relationship. And he definitely didn’t think he’d be coming home to Lucas having a boyfriend who he wasn’t entirely fond of.

“They started dating awhile ago.” Kes explained. “We were kind of surprised at first, since you know, we knew all the rumours.”

“Rumours?” Jens asked with confusion. “What rumours?”

Kes tilted his head as he passed Jens the remaining joint, indicating he could finish it. “You don’t know the rumours?”

“No? And if I don’t know them, I hardly think Luc does.”

Sighing, Kes shook his head and looked away for a second, trying to figure out how to explain everything.

“Ivo is notorious for cheating.” He explained. “Ralph told me that he was constantly on Grindr during him and Lucas’ last relationship. He even messaged to meet up with Ralph himself, and Milan recognized his profile too. Obviously neither of them hooked up with him, considering the fact that he was underaged. But when Lucas introduced him to them the first time, they immediately told Jayden who then told me.”

Jens felt his chest burn even more, and it was definitely not from the weed. His face felt hot with fury and he didn’t realize that the end of the joint was almost burning his cold fingers.

“Why haven’t any of you told Luc?” He asked, his voice dropping to a low whisper.

“We didn’t really think it mattered. Lucas was so over the relationship when they broke up, he hardly even moped. There was no point in trying to tell him it was bad, he just didn’t care anymore.” Kes added. “Besides, we didn’t think they’d run into each other in the future, let again date. You could imagine our surprise when he showed up again, dumb crooked jawline and all.”

This made Jens snort out a small laugh. “I was just as surprised.” He admitted, before frowning. “But why don’t you guys tell him about all that now? In case he gets hurt again.”

“We told Ralph about it.” He said. “Ralph did a through Grindr search to make sure he wasn’t on it and he isn’t. And he might be grilling him right now with questions. Plus, it feels a little shitty. Lucas seems sort of happy right now, and after all the things with his family, we would feel bad if we ruined this for him.”

“Yeah, but wouldn’t you feel bad if he gets hurt again and you guys knew about it?”

“Ralph says he has no suspicion to Ivo cheating. We might bring it up but it seems kind of intruding you know?”

He sighed. Kes did have a point. Neither of them could assume Ivo was the person he was before. The least they could do was hope for the best. Jens let out another sigh of defeat as he got rid of the blunt.

“Kes, can I ask you something?” He asked, looking down at the ground as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket. He didn’t need to lift his head up to know Kes was studying him again.

“Sure, what’s up?”

“Is Luc happy?”

There a pause. A hesitation. A space between the question and answer that definitely prompted an assumption that he wasn’t. Jens lifted his head up now, to read Kes’ expression. Kes looked away, furrowing his brows and now avoiding Jens’s gaze as he tried to formulate a response.

“I think so. He looks fairly happy.” He admitted. “But, sometimes he still looks a little off. Like he has something lingering within him that he can’t let go.”

“What do you mean by that?” Jens asked curiously, unsure what this cryptic answer could mean.

Just as Kes opened his mouth to respond, the door flung open and took them both by surprise. Their eyes widened as they looked at who had abruptly walked into their conversation.

Lucas’ eyes widened back, clearing reading their expressions and knowing he had walked into something. All of them were rather stunned to speak, not sure how to go about this.

After about a minute or two of awkward silence, Kes coughed and eyed the both of them.

“I’m going to go check on Isa. Make sure she didn’t spike her hot chocolate too much and isn't throwing up in the toilet.”

“Yeah,” Lucas replied awkwardly. “You may want to hold her hair back in the next few minutes.”

“Fuck.” Kes muttered uber his breath, brushing by the both of them in a hurry. Soon enough, he did disappeared back inside and they were left alone.

Chewing the inside of his cheek, Jens tried to rack his brain to figure out what to say to Lucas. He wanted to be angry, to show some sort of annoyance and frustration. Detest towards his best friend and his best friend’s stupid boyfriend. Anything that would show he himself wasn’t very happy.

But Jens couldn’t do that. Not when Lucas was looking at him with his big blue eyes filled with worry and concern. Not with the tip of his nose and apples of his cheek turning a bright pink dye to the cold. Not with the way Lucas looked like his small body was shivering beneath his hoodie and jacket, looking so frail and vulnerable against the winter wind. Jens wanted to just envelop him in his arms and protect him from everything harsh around him.

That included his stupid boyfriend.

“Are you okay?” Lucas asked, finally breaking the silence.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Jens found himself saying. His tone wasn’t snappy or upset, but rather lost. Like he didn’t even try to mask his feelings right now.

Lucas frowned. “You just seem kind of distant tonight. And I know how much you love Christmas and missed all of your friends, but you seem like you don’t even want to be here.”

He sighed. There was no reason Lucas couldn’t read through him; after all, they were best friends since they were young. They practically did everything together, and that included growing up together. Both of them knew each other like the back of their hand, neither of them even thought about hiding secrets from each other.

“I’m just a little tired. Jet lag.” He lied. Jens didn’t often lie to Lucas, but when he did, it felt like a stab in his chest.

Lucas nodded while biting his lip. It was his tell, the expression that let Jens know he knew he was lying, but wasn’t going to push any further. Instead, Lucas walked a little closer, leaning against the rail and looking out into the city in the distance.

Jens didn’t follow his gaze, instead he studied the boy in front of him. The way his messy curls fell over his face, the tips of his ears turning pink and a small gentle smile forming on his face. Even when he traveled across the world, saw different people, experienced different things and saw different sights, nothing compared to Lucas. Sometimes he found himself longing for him late at night, which only made him feel the distance between them even more.

Lucas turned his head slowly, looking at Jens with his wide sparkly eyes. The smile on his face seemed to be a little bigger and warmer, it’s warmth seeping slowly into Jens’ body, making him feel fuzzy vibrations to the tip of his fingers.

“I’m really glad you’re home.” He whispered, his voice light and airy against the night.

Even when Jens wanted to simply just be angry, he never could feel that way around Lucas. He always found comfort in him, a sort of solace. It pushed past all the angry thoughts in his head, all the envy.

“I’m glad I’m home too.” He whispered back, grinning slowly. “I don’t think Christmas would feel very Christmassy alone in San Francisco.”

“It would probably be nice there wouldn’t it? I don’t know much about American Christmas but, maybe it’d be nice.”

“Maybe. But they don’t have Christmas markets or the overall feeling of Christmas. I mean it’s there, but it’s also very heavily commercialized you know?” Jens explained, thankful that his brain managed to ramble despite all the overwhelming feelings within it. Biting his lip, he continued.

“It just isn’t home.”

Smiling, Lucas leaned his head on Jens’ shoulder. At first, he wanted to push back, to flinch away, unsure if that was crossing any boundaries between Lucas and Ivo’s relationship. But then he remembered this wasn’t his gesture; it was Lucas’.

And if Ivo was going to be jealous over their friendship, over a friendship that had lasted for more than a decade, than he would just have to deal with it. There was no way Jens was going to let someone like him get in between him and Lucas.

Besides, he knew if things ever fell apart between them, Lucas would need Jens for comfort. Jens just had to wait for his stupid boyfriend to fuck up, and then he was out of the picture.

For now, he would just let Lucas lean on his shoulder. Let the smaller boy rest his head upon him as he looked up to the stars above. The stars that twinkled every night, in every part of the world. Sure, maybe it looked a little different but as long as they were under the same sky, they would always be together, physically or emotionally.

He leaned his head on top of Lucas’, feeling the vibrations of his humming beneath him. It was peaceful, calm and tranquil. Feelings that he hadn’t felt the second he stepped into the apartment and saw Lucas with Ivo on the couch.

“Jens? You know you can tell me anything right? Anything that bothers you.” Lucas whispered again.

Letting out a heavy sigh, he thought about it. For a split second, he wanted to tell Lucas everything. Starting from their shared kiss at his eighteenth birthday to the way he looked for pieces of him in every person he met, trying to find someone for his heart to attach to. To the way he was so excited for Lucas to visit, before he royally fucked that up. And even to now, when he saw Lucas after weeks and slept over the second night he came, where they talked about the Christmas party and Jens learned about the dreaded Ivo.

But even amidst all the trouble they’ve encountered, both of them knew it felt wrong to feel so distanced and apart. So in the end, they always found their way back to each other.

Jens felt his heart settle a bit. Maybe it was because now he felt assured that no matter what, it would always be them in the end. So he decided to hold back in his confession, letting his cheek rest against the soft curls that began to also dance in the wind.

“I know.” He reassured. “I’m just happy to be home.”

“Me too. I’m happy you’re home as well.”

Home, neither a place nor a feeling to him.

Home was wherever Jens found himself with Lucas. Home was wherever he was with him.

Jens was more than happy to be back.

yall remember when moyo said that jens’ type was “romantic and girly” and he immediately went “no no no”????

like how do we dismiss that whenever we discuss bi!jens?? like excuseeee meeee but??? forget the “it’s chill u like guys” thing he said to robbe mans really said his type isn’t girly and romantic

Something Sweet?

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

( @ apolloswords )

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

Lucas decides he wants to bake a cake. Jens decides all he wants to do is eat the icing.

this one shot is dedicated to meine liebe @ ankewbv ; a little something sweet for you <3

The flat was warm and cozy, unlike the chill of the winter air outside. Despite it being January, a few Christmas decorations still filled the place, including the tree with no presents underneath, stockings from the fake fireplace and even branches of garland all over the place. Yes, both Jens and Lucas probably should’ve taken decorations down considering it was now halfway into January, but they’re ere too busy spending most of the holidays cuddling away, drinking warm drinks and watching copious amounts of shows. It was both the absolute nothingness of doing anything that had them caught in an endless loop of days.

But not today.

Lucas was busying himself in the small kitchen of their flat that he didn’t notice Jens unlocking the front door and coming inside. The shuffling noises of him taking off his shoes, beanie, thick winter jacket and gloves made no distraction to Lucas in the kitchen. Jens frowned at the lack of a greeter and found himself leaning against the doorway, waiting to see how long it would take for Lucas to notice him. It wasn’t until he set down a bunch of bowls on the counter top, let out a long exhale and felt the presence of someone staring at him that he looked up. Jens waved from his spot in the door way, his large grey hoodie hugging his body warmly while the tips of his nose and cheeks seemed a little red from the cold winter air. Grinning, Lucas abandoned his spot in the kitchen and headed over.

Throwing his arms around his neck, he placed a small kiss on Jens’ cheek, almost startled at its coldness. Jens smiled down at him and wrapped his hands around his waist, pulling him in a little closer.

“Hey.” He greeted the smaller boy. “You seemed busy over there.”

“Probably why I didn’t notice you come in. I thought you were going to be out a little longer.”

Jens shrugged. “I was, but I got tired of walking in the cold weather and the flat looked so warm, especially with you looking all cute in your apron.”

Rolling his eyes, he shook his head. “It’s good to know I look cute because I am nervous this isn’t going to go so well. Did you get the stuff from the store?”

He jutted towards the front door, where a bag of groceries sat. Giving him another kiss on the cheek, though it still giving Lucas an icy touch, he let go of Jens and headed over. Picking up the bag, he carried it to the kitchen and began emptying it. Flour, baking soda, eggs, vanilla extract, cocoa powder, tubs of icing and more laid out in front of them. Jens gave him a raise of an eyebrow, still unsure as to what Lucas was up to.

“What did you send me running outside in the freezing cold for?” He asked, taking a seat at one of the stools beside the counter and sitting down. He began rubbing his hands on his jeans as an attempt to warm them up.

“I wanted to make a cake for Milan’s birthday tomorrow.” He explained, moving past the counter and opening some cabinets. “Do you want me to make you some tea to warm up?”

“Yes please.” Jens replied but then pouted. “How come Milan gets a cake and I don’t? We’re literally having a shared birthday party.”

“Because Milan will not be getting all the other gifts I have in store for you.” He winked. “Now, do you want to help me bake this cake or not?”

“Yes please.” Jens repeated again with a wide smile. “What kind of gifts do you have in store for me?”

“Well it’s not your birthday now is it?” Lucas teased, opening a drawer and pulling out a wooden spoon and spatula. “You will have to be patient.”

“You make me too excited to be patient.” Jens said, dramatically pouting his lip.

Unable to resist, Lucas walked over and cupped his face, before pressing a light kiss to the pour. He could feel Jens smile into the kiss, indicating he had won. But that wasn’t a really big deal, kissing Jens was also a winning situation for Lucas.

“It will be a surprise my love.” Lucas said, patting his freezing cold cheeks. “In the mean time, you need to warm up.”

“Is this my thank you for fending your baking ingredients in the cold harsh winter?” He asked. “You know, it was quite heroic of me to do that.”

Sighing fondly, Lucas kissed his forehead. “Thank you my hero for braving the cold with a dozen eggs in hand.”

“It was my pleasure.” Jens laughed back.

-

“I think I only put two cups of sugar in the batter.” Jens noted as Lucas began mixing it.

“You think?” He asked, immediately putting the spatula down.

“I think?”

“Jens, we doubled the recipe. We need four cups.”

“Well then maybe I put three.”

“You’ve never baked before have you?” Lucas asked, giving him a smug look as Jens wrinkled his nose.

Snorting, he rolled his eyes. “I indeed have baked before.”

“Watching your little sisters bake and letting you lick the batter of the spatula doesn’t count as baking.” He teased.

Scoffing, Jens dipped a finger in the batter and quickly spread it on Lucas’ nose. Lucas didn’t know how to react and let his bottom lip pout. Giggling and more than amused, Jens took his finger again and wiped it off of his nose, before licking it. Wrinkling his nose in disgust, he tried to give Jens an annoyed look but the smile on his face gave him away.

“Is there enough sugar?” He asked wittingly and Jens nodded with glee.

“I think I actually added four cups initially, like the hero I am.” He finished off the icing on his finger and nodded towards the batter in the bowl. “What exactly are you making?”

“Something sweet.” Lucas replied with a shrug before going back to mix the batter.

“Something sweet?”

“Something sweet.” He repeated with a hint of mischief.

Jens just gave him a kiss to his temple, even though he was a little annoyed by Lucas’ lack of an answer. He didn’t really do much of the baking, except for measuring the sugar. He mostly just sat at the stool, watching Lucas bake in awe as he sipped his tea. By now, he must’ve felt warm enough to actually help Lucas out.

“Is there anything you’d like me to do?” He asked as he leaned his head on Lucas’ shoulder. Due to his height, he had to crouch down a bit but Jens didn’t seem to mind.

Kissing the top of his head, Lucas felt warm and fuzzy all over.

“The batter is almost done mixing so I just have to pour it into a pan. And the oven is already preheated so cake wise, everything looks good.” He thought out loud. Clicking his fingers, he looked at Jens. “Do you want to add some food colouring to the icing?”

He nodded and lifted his head up. “How do I do that?”

“You know how to mix colours right?”

“Like paint?”

“Kind of? I just mean putting drops of food colouring into the white icing.”

“Why didn’t you just get icing that was already coloured?”

Snorting, Lucas raised a brow. “I don’t know. Maybe I should actually ask the person who came home with the bag of white icing and food colouring. Jens, why did you come home with a bag of white icing and food colouring and not icing that was already coloured?”

“Because there was none at the store?” He sheepishly replied with a crooked smile.

“Because there was none at the store.” Lucas explained with a wink.

After a ruffle through his golden locks, Jens took apart the bag of icing and portioned them into four bowls. Lucas handed him the small food colouring bottles of pink, gold, white and red. As Lucas began pouring the batter into a circle pan, Jens kept on double checking if he put the right amount of droplets to get to the desired shade. Lucas nodded and Jens quickly whipped up all the icing as Lucas put the cake into the oven and set the timer to bake.

“Do you think the icing is going to taste too store-bought?” He asked Jens nervously. “I tried making my own out of powdered sugar but it doesn’t seem to be working.

Shrugging, Jens dipped another finger into the pink bowl of icing and swiped it up. Taking a lick, much to Lucas’ disproval, he nodded eagerly.

“Tastes good.” He announced and Lucas huffed.

“You think almost everything tastes good.”

“Fine, try for yourself.” Jens suggested.

Figuring this was a good time to get Jens back, he also scooped up some pink icing with his finger. Though instead of licking it right away, he swiped it onto Jens’ face in a quick motion. Except instead of aiming for his nose like he planned, he missed and ended up brushing the icing on Jens lips.

Jens stood there, smirking with pride knowing that he won this round. But, like Lucas always thought, there was a fair way he could win too. Acting quickly, he leaned forward and gave Jens a kiss, before teasingly swiping his tongue against his boyfriend’s lips to get some of the icing. The sweet taste lingered on his tongue, and he had to admit, it was pretty good.

“How does it taste?” Jens asked, wiping the rest of the icing off with his thumb before licking it.

“It’s not too bad. Did you like it?”

“I told you so. It doesn’t have a super store-bought texture or taste to it.” Jens agreed. “It’s going to taste amazing with your cake.” Lucas felt his hands on his waist before pulling him in closer and pressing their foreheads together.

“I don’t think Milan would appreciate us dipping our fingers into his icing.” He giggled against Jens, gripping on the front of his shirt.

“Well that’s too bad.” His boyfriend smirked. “With you in that apron and those giggles? I have something sweeter that I can’t resist.”

Continuing his fit of laughter, Lucas pulled Jens in closer to him. Their lips met, resulting in their kiss being a mess of giggles, wide smiles and icing all over. But that didn’t stop neither of them, and as they waited for the cake to finish baking, they slowly began to dance under the kitchen light, the soft glow of the oven and the warmth of their love.

-

The morning sun creeped over the light snow on the ground, letting the snowflakes shimmer and glisten. The city was still fairly quiet, the only noises outside of their apartment being the faint chatters of early risers and shops beginning to open. When Lucas had opened the door to the bedroom, Jens was still tucked in the abundance of blankets. Only his head peeked out, the collar of his white sleep shirt looking almost like the pile of snowflakes outside. Lucas watched his boyfriend in awe, sleeping soundly in the haven of their room of their own little home.

He figured that maybe he should wait until Jens woke up, but his excitement could hardly be contained. As he inched closer to the bed, Jens seemed to begin stirring awake. After a few moments of ruffling in the bed and finding out he was the only one in it, he meekly opened his eyes. After rubbing them a bit, he seemed to take note of Lucas standing in front of him.

“You’re up early.” He yawned, stretching a bit and sitting up. His hair was a floppy mess and his shirt was a little wrinkled. But he looked so soft and wholesome that Lucas felt the urge to wrap him up in his arms for a few extra moments of sleep.

But right now, his hands were full.

“Happy birthday baby.” He greeted gently.

Jens’ eyes still didn’t seem to register what his boyfriend was holding, but he did make grabby hands towards him. Lucas smiled and gently held the object with both his hands, as he tried to get on the bed slowly. Jens’ hands guided him to sit on his lap, and it wasn’t until Lucas held out the item right in front of his eyes that he realized what it was.

Smiling, Jens pulled Lucas in a little closer and traced his hands up and down his back. Lucas continued to grin on his lap, as he admired the way his boyfriend seemed so in awe at his little surprise.

“What’s this?” He asked softly, letting his dark brown eyes look shyly into his favourite blue ones.

“It’s one of your many surprises.” He quietly explained, still unable to resist the grin on his face.

“I thought you said I wasn’t getting any cake.” Jens teased.

Shaking his head and giggling, Lucas replied. “I may have had to alter that statement a bit.”

“Did you make this for me?”

Lucas excitedly nodded as Jens placed two of his hands underneath Lucas’ and the cake, supporting it. His eyes lit up at the light brown icing and the dark red lettering, reading out Happy Birthday Jens! in swirly cursive lettering. Right below the words was a little red heart, so perfectly done that only the hands of a skilled artist could make.

“When did you make this?” He asked, his voice still dripping with awe.

“I woke up really early this morning to bake.” Lucas explained. “I should have let it chilled a little more in the fridge but I was too excited and wanted to wake you up with it.”

“God Lucas, you are the best boyfriend anyone could ask for.” Jens mumbled. He leaned forward to press a kiss on Lucas’ lips, careful not to squash the cake between them. Lucas grinned and giggled against the kiss, feeling more than relieved that his cake was appreciated.

Jens pouted. “I hope I didn’t make you feel bad when I said it wasn’t fair Milan got a cake and I didn’t.”

Leaning over to kiss his forehead, Lucas shook his head. “No it didn’t don’t worry. I had this planned out for awhile, I just needed to practice baking before I did yours. Don’t tell Milan but his cake was more like a test run.”

He laughed. “For the sake to live until my next birthday, and your next birthday, I won’t.”

Still grinning, Lucas rummaged around in the pocket of his sweatpants and pulled out a candle and a lighter. Since Jens was holding onto the small cake as well, he was able to let go of it and place a candle in the middle. Carefully, he flickered the lighter and let it’s fire touch the candle’s wick, until a small flame emerged.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you.” He sang softly. “Happy birthday dear Jens, happy birthday to you.”

And just as carefully, Jens closed his eyes for a second and made a wish. When he fluttered his eyes open again, he blew out the candle and Lucas clapped. Already prepared for the next step, he pulled out two forks from his other pocket and handed one to Jens.

“You seemed to have thought everything through.” Jens stated, before dipping his fork gently into the cake. He managed to grab a small chunk of the cake and scooped it into his mouth, his eyes lighting up again at the decadent flavour. “Luc! This is so good!”

“Thanks.” Lucas replied, before taking a little piece for himself. “It’s chocolate, your favourite.”

“And since you made it, it’s even more of my favourite.” He added, grabbing another piece. “It really must be my birthday, I don’t think I’d have cake for breakfast on any other day.”

“Really? That’s in tune with my philosophy.”

Jens let out a warm laugh as they continued to eat slices of cake. The sun slowly began to continue glowing through their window, making everything around them appear golden. Especially Jens’ dark brown eyes, which seemed to be liquid gold at this point. They both settled in the comfortable silence, a nice tranquil way to start of Jens’ birthday since later tonight it would probably end off with the both of them staggering home with attempts to not throw up everywhere.

“You know, if you ever open up a bakery, I’d make it my personal mission to make sure all your baked goods sell out at the end of the day.” Jens said.

Lucas smiled and rolled his eyes. “Well I can’t have you eating everything that’s meant for all the customers?”

“You’re right. How about instead you make a little bakery in our kitchen and I’ll be your only customer.”

“I can’t just have one customer.”

“Oh but you can have one very loyal customer.”

“How about I just keep you as my very loyal boyfriend who I will make treats for from time to time?”

“With that promise, I’d walk through the freezing cold for your ingredients any day.”

After they figured that eating an entire cake for breakfast probably wasn’t the best way to start the day, Lucas placed it gently on the night table beside the bed and took his familair space beside Jens. He instantly curled up into his side and Jens pulled him in closer, letting his hand trace up and down Lucas’ arm as he let himself feel calm amidst his surroundings. Curiously, Lucas lifted his head up and rested his chin on Jens’ chest, about to ask him a question.

“What did you wish for?” He asked, his blue eyes filled with curiosity.

He felt Jens snicker. “Well if I told you, it wouldn’t come true now would it?”

Lucas puffed some air out of his mouth. “Come on, tell me. What did you wish for?”

Jens pursed his lips for a second, as if he was hesitating and trying to rack his brain from some lie. But then after a few more seconds, he shrugged and looked at Lucas, his dark brown eyes filled with honesty.

“I didn’t wish for anything.”

Now feeling confused, Lucas tilted his head. “What? Why not?”

Shrugging again, Jens averted his gaze from Lucas to up to their ceiling. There was a small smile lifting up the corners of his mouth as he shyly let out a chuckle.

“I didn’t wish for anything because there’s nothing else I have to wish for.”

“I don’t understand.”

Turning his head back to face his boyfriend, Jens smiled at him in admiration.

“I didn’t have to wish for anything because the second I opened my eyes, I saw everything I have ever wanted.”

Feeling a growing warmth on his cheeks and between the both of them, Lucas snuggled in closer to Jens. Jens took his other arm and wrapped it around him, holding him tight.

“Jens?” Lucas mumbled against his chest. “There’s many more surprises that await you. If you want to get to them, we have to get up now.”

“In a few more minutes.” Jens suggested. “All I want right now is to be with you.”

Giggling, Lucas swiftly shuffled his body a bit and took a swipe of icing off the cake. Acting quickly, he placed it on Jens’ nose. Wrinkling it, Jens pretended to be annoyed but couldn’t let out a few giggles instead. Retaliating back, he gripped on Lucas tighter and rubbed his nose all over Lucas’ face. Lucas couldn’t contain all the laughter escaping him, filling the room and possible the flat with noises of euphoria and love. Jens began kissing all the places the icing that had landed on his face, which only made him giggle even louder.

“Jens! Jens!” He said through his fit of giggles as he tried to escape from Jens’ grasp. “You’re making me too ticklish and sticky with all this icing!”

For a second, Jens stopped his attack of kisses on his face and grinned. Taking a finger, he swiped some icing off his cheek and placed it on his mouth.

“I can’t help it.” He explained. “You Luc, are just the sweetest thing.”

i cannot wait for my uni sem to be over because i wanna make more vds content again that aren’t just fanfics