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a little something to celebrate the fact i finally got over my writers block on my vds fantasy au :,)

-in which zoë asks jens what’s got him smiling lately. jens pretends he doesn’t know it’s because of a certain blue eyed boy with a beautiful smile that he’s been stealing glances at lately. he also doesn’t know that the same boy is stealing glances at him.

ik the timing and stuff is off but i just thought it was a cute little edit

i’m at an airport rn and all i can think about is lucas visiting jens in san francisco :,)

gonna re-read home (love, vds) to cry on the plane

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

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

new fic has been posted!

adding to the current theme of fantasy van der stoffels tropes

shout out to @ peaceoutofthepieces + @ ghosttotheparty (both on ao3 + tumblr) for inspiring me to write my own fantasy fic on jens + lucas - check theirs out if you haven’t already!! ⚔️ 🏰 🐉

hope you enjoy this one!! it’s filled with a quest, some enemies to lovers tension, old castles, dragons and more!! i appreciate each and everyone of you so take the time to read my work, a forehead kiss to you <3

disclaimer: fantasy au’s are not my forte so i apologize in advance

slowly been editing a vds video all day and 🤡 my lack of special effects makes it look kinda boring so i’m gonna try to filter the living hell out of it for the aesthetic

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

drabble so feel free to ignore:

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

fashion boyfriends ✨

there is not nearly enough model! jens x fashion designer! lucas au’s in this world :,)

@ nathan bouts, please model some of flo’s work, i know it would break a good portion of our hearts but heal it at the same time <3

but on a real note; so proud of flo for pursuing his other passion, him + nathan deserve success in everything they pour their heart into

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

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

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

My Cute Nose?

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

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

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

check it out here!

And all of a sudden, Lucas felt nervous.

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

But maybe, a little too perfect.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That quickly proved to be inevitable.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You can call me whatever you want, Lucas thought.

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

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

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

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

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

"Just the standard. 16 gauge I think."

"Got it."

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

"This good?" He asked and Lucas nodded.

"Good."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"They do have a slight point."

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

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

If only he knew.

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

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

"Will you really?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Alright and you are done." Jens exclaimed.

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

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

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

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

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

Now, it was Jens' turn to be nervous.

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

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

"I could say the same about you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

what in the skam-verse crossover??

if only this were real :,)

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

the opening scene

the general theme of him discovering his sexuality

how he meets lucas

other scenes that i’d like to write

the playlist

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

the actual plot.

Admit It.

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

( @ apolloswords )

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

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

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

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

"Admit that you like Kes more than me."

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

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

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

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah?"

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

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

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

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

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

"You make it sound so romantic."

"Is it not?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Is that a complaint?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That's very assuring. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I still have yet to watch that movie."

"You have to. I really like it."

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

"I am riding a motorcycle for you."

"Fair enough."

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

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

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

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

And it was no different right now.

-

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

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

"He has more experience."

"And I have more experience with him."

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

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

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

"Are you complaining?"

"Actually, I am." He teased back.

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

"You're disgusting." He said instead.

Disgustingly cute.

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

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

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

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

"For the cake or the kiss?"

"Both."

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

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

"Did you really choose cake over me?"

"You did it first!" Jens protested.

"When?"

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

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

"And I'm not?"

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

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

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

"You did it just for me?"

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

"So was it worth it?"

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm not sad." He lied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He decided to go with the latter.

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

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

"We?"

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

"Spending the night with you?"

“Don’t tell me you’re complaining.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Which is?"

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

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

"Yes you do."

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

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

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

"There you go about making fun of me."

“Admit it.”

“What now?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

i wasn’t an avid wtfock watcher (i was more skam nl) so when i first started reading vds fics i had no idea who k*to was and it wasn’t until i like acc looked at the wtfock tumblr tag to be introduced to her and her 🥴 well her

basically what i’m saying is i love how everyone has collectively ignored who she was as a character that she doesn’t exist anywhere else BUT the actual show 😭

y’all have NO FUCKING IDEA HOW MUCH THE SONG “someone to stay” by vancouver sleep clinic RUINS ME because i used it as the song that vds reunited in the “you’re not alone” scene for sky’s still blue AND EVERYTIME I HEAR IT I RESIST THE URGE OF READING IT AND CRYING

here’s a quick excerpt from that scene:

Excerpt From

Sky's Still Blue

apolloswords

Lucas slowly stood up, not sure if he was imagining things. But Jens came closer and closer, until he could make out the hint of gold in Jens’s dark eyes, the silver earring in his ear and the mole that Lucas had pressed soft kisses one, more times than he could count.

And God, was he beautiful.

Jens slowly reached out to cup Lucas’s face gently, wiping away a tear that had trickled down his face. Lucas didn’t even realize he was crying until Jens wiped his thumb across his cheek, brushing off tear after tear. He could feel his lip quivering, too scared to ask if this was real or simply a dream. But then Jens smiled at him and kissed the top of his head before trailing down to his forehead, cheek and the mole above his lip.

The mark of a soulmate, a past lover and a future lover in every life, in every universe.

He let his forehead lean into Jens’s, who was still gently holding his face. He let tears fall again, unsure if they were from the pain he caused him or the happiness that Jens had come back. Jens slowly tilted his head up, looking deep into Lucas’s eyes as he whispered out a promise.

“You can run away as much as you want Luc. But I’m not leaving you. You aren’t alone because I am here, in this universe and the next. My role is to be with you, no matter who you are, what you go through and who you become.” Jens whispered, his lips brushing lightly against Lucas’s. “Because I love you too.”

I Think You’re In My Seat.

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

( @ apolloswords )

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

Unfortunately, the airlines messed up the seating arrangement and Jens is forced to sit on his own. Fortunately, someone else's seating arrangement was also messed up.

"Bad news," Moyo announced as Jens followed closely behind him. "They messed up our seats."

"What?" exclaimed Sander, giving the both of them a puzzled look. "How did they manage to do that?"

"The system completely messed up everyone's seats." Jens explained. "So, since we checked in late, we basically got the scraps. Which means, there is a very slim chance we're all stuck together." He reached over and flicked the back of Aaron's head. "I told you if you showered in the morning we would be late."

"I didn't expect you guys to show up so early." He groaned. "I wasn't even awake yet."

Jens snorted. "Well, you know we still had to take the train. Bottom line is, we can thank you for the shitty seats."

"But, not so shitty." Moyo added. He began to pass the new tickets around, the ones with the new seat number on them. "Robbe, Sander, we managed to snag you the last two seats together. Kind of at the front."

"You are a miracle worker." Sander laughed as he patted Moyo's shoulder. "What about you guys? Where are you guys sitting?"

"Jens has a window seat near the middle of the plane, I'm a few rows behind him and Aaron has a seat at the very back of the plane." Moyo continued on. "And no Aaron, we are not switching."

"Oh come on, it's going to take forever for me to get out. And I'm going to be near the bathrooms, I better not see Sander and Robbe going in at the same time."

Robbe blushed and hid his face into Sander's shoulder. "I don't think we're that promiscuous."

Sander only snorted. "Maybe it'll be revenge on Aaron for making us late."

"Hey, Moyo got you guys sitting together, why're you complaining?"

The rising teasing between his friends seemed to be getting louder, but Jens let their conversation fade around him. He was distracted by the bustle of the airport, people of all ages rushing around. The start of the summer months was probably a busy time for this place, and as much as he loved and adored Belgium, it felt nice to be headed somewhere else.

His eyes wandered among the crowd of people. Giggling kids with their decorated backpacks, business executives looking rather posh in their work attire with a cup of coffee in their hands and other older adults double-checking their bags for their passport and boarding passes. But his eyes only lead him somewhere else.

A few feet away were a group of three boys his age. One of them was leaned against the wall, his dark long curls giving contrast to his light brown skin. He was smiling at the guy to his right, who was sitting on top of a small carry-on luggage with a bright yellow backpack on. This boy also had dark hair, though it was cut short and just barely touched the tips of his ear, where a dangly earring hung. But the boy who really caught his attention was standing on an angle in front of them. From Jens' perspective, he could make out the sharpness of his jaw, the straight bridge of his nose and a small smile on his delicate pink lips. His light brown curls hung quite effortless in front of his face, and the denim jacket he had on fit his body nicely. Jens discreetly eyed him up and down, and felt a rush of adrenaline shoot through his body. He'd never been the type to admire strangers from afar, let alone be completely smitten over one.

But that was exactly what he was feeling right now.

His daydreaming was quickly interrupted by a sharp jab into his ribs. Wincing, he gave Aaron a glare.

"What was that for?"

"Moyo said you were staring too long. I asked what you were staring at and he told me just to ask you." Aaron responded rather innocently before shrugging his shoulders. "So what were you staring at?'

Feeling a blush rise to his cheeks, Jens bit his lip and pretended he had no idea what Aaron was talking about. "Nothing that concerns you." He mumbled out, looking down at his feet.

He heard Moyo snicker from his other side. "Aaron, I don't think you're going to have to worry about just Sander and Robbe sneaking off to the bathroom."

Now Jens elbowed Moyo's ribs. Not as harshly as Aaron did, but harsh enough. Moyo laughed and held up his hands in defence. Both Sander and Robbe raised their brows at him, before trying to sneakily turn around to figure out what Jens was eyeing at. Who Jens was eyeing at. When they came face to face with the other trio, they snickered to themselves as Jens gave them a side eye.

"Damn Jens," Robbe teased. "Three options?"

"One." He admitted, mumbling again. "But I'm not saying which one."

"You know what would be extremely lucky." Sander teased. "If you ended up sitting beside him."

Jens felt his face go a bit more red but scoffed, trying to play it cool. "It's better than sitting beside Aaron."

"Hey!" Aaron protested.

-

"Now boarding flight 2121." The intercom announced above them.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Robbe and Sander smile softly at each other. He had no idea what the sentiment meant, but judging by the way they looked at each other, it had something to do with their little love story. Jens tried not to feel the way his heart stung suddenly. He would never admit it, but he envied the way all his friends were very content in a relationship but he was not. For the most part, he never felt left out- just, rather lonely. Slinging his backpack over his shoulder, he made sure both his passport and boarding pass were in his hand as he walked up to the flight information desk. The flight attendant smiled at him and ushered him off. Taking a deep breath, he trudged down the boarding bridge at a slower speed. He couldn't help but to also feel a tinge of disappointment. The boy in the denim jacket from earlier hadn't been sitting around their gate, and he hadn't seen him since him and his friends had wandered off twenty minutes ago. There was now exactly zero chance of scoring a seat beside him, even if his chances from before were still close to zero.

He felt Moyo slap his shoulder, which startled him a bit.

"See you in two hours." He remarked.

"I hope you seat mate is some old grandma who can't hear very well but insists on talking." Jens taunted playfully, as he found his seat. Slipping into the small aisle, he flopped down on the window seat and gave Moyo a handshake before he headed off.

"I hope I get a cute girl." Aaron remarked, as he slowly passed Jens' aisle.

Raising brow, Jens smirked. "How would Amber feel about that?"

"You're right. I hope I get the grandma." Aaron muttered while rolling his eyes.

Jens looked over the other seats as other passengers clambered about, stumbling into their seats or trying to put their carry on luggage up on the overhead storage. A few rows up stood Sander and Robbe, who waved at him before the settled into their seat. When he knew all of his friends were in their seats, he sighed heavily and placed his backpack underneath the seat above him. Tapping his fingers on the arm rest as he bounced his leg, he distracted the remaining minutes before takeoff by looking outside of his window.

Only to be interrupted less than two minutes after.

"I think you're in my seat." A voice with a slightly different accent announced.

Turning his head to face the person the voice belonged to, he felt his face heat up again.

It was the boy from earlier, the one in the denim jacket. Only this time, he was standing very close to Jens. He could now make out the silver rings on his finger, the way his jacket actually hung over more over his shoulders than he thought and the colour of his eyes. The vibrant blue that stared into his brown ones, its colour so bright that Jens didn't believe colour existed before this moment. Realizing he was probably gawking at him, Jens swallowed the lump in his throat and tried to conceal his mess of emotions.

"No? I'm pretty sure this is my seat."

The boy reached over, showing his boarding pass. Squinting a bit, Jens read the seat number and frowned.

"I think they double booked the seat." He stated, looking back up at the boy.

Shrugging, the boy just ran a hand through his curls and sat down. Jens was rather surprised at his chill and confident behaviour, which had him going through an even more internal mess of feelings.

Trying to avoid gazing at him for so long, Jens turned around and started biting the inner corner of his cheek. He suddenly felt very nervous that the boy was beside him now, and if he let his arm up on the armrest, there would be the slightest physical contact between them.

Coming down the aisle was the other two guys, the rest of his trio. The one with the dark curls wiggled his brows at him, only to be lightly smacked on the arm as he passed through. The other boy, the one with shorter hair and was now wearing sunglasses with red lenses, reached out to pinch his cheeks. The boy ducked swiftly and snorted, looking behind him as his friends sat down. Jens noticed that the other two were sitting in different aisles, just like him and the Broerrs.

"Did they fuck up your seats too?" Jens asked, attempting to make conversation.

"Yeah, clearly." He laughed lightly, before fully turning his head to face Jens. "I'm Lucas."

"Jens." He nodded before trying to give him a small smile. It wasn't that smiling at him was an issue, Jens just didn't want to make it so obvious that his slight crush was growing by the second.

Fortunately, Lucas smiled back. "Are you travelling alone?"

"No, my friends are scattered about as well. That's how I figured the airline must have also messed up your seats up as well."

Laughing lightly, Lucas shook his head, his curls gently moving about. "I figured they messed up after seeing someone else in my seat. I just hope I'm not stealing someone else's."

"I don't think so. I think you and your friends were the last ones to board. See? They're closing up the doors now."

Lucas wasn't as tall as Jens, so he couldn't see above the seats. He put his hands on the armrest and lifted himself up a bit. The slight brush of his fingers just barely grazing over Jens' hoodie sleeve was enough to send sparks through his body. The very slight contact had his face turning pink again, and he needed to calm down before Lucas noticed.

"You're right." He agreed, bringing himself back down. "To be honest, I thought they would close the plane before we got on. It's a miracle I'm here right now."

"Why's that?"

"My friend Jayden, he's back there with his red glasses, decided to be an idiot and lose his passport somewhere in the airport. We came from a connecting flight from Amsterdam, so at least it's not there."

"I get that, my friend Aaron also decided to be an idiot. He woke up late which lead us to checking in late, which lead us to shitty seats and being separated." Jens added, before biting his lip. "So, you're from Amsterdam?"

"Not quite. Utrecht, but the closest airport is Amsterdam. So, to get to Rome, we needed a connecting flight." He explained, before tilting his head a bit. "Are you from Brussels?"

"Not quite." Jens repeated, laughing a bit. "Antwerp. We're actually much closer to each other than we would've been."

"Yet we meet on a flight to another country." Lucas remarked, a glint sparkling in his blue eyes.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we will now begin the departure to Rome, Italy." An attendant called over the intercom.

The plane began to move beneath them and Jens double checked that his seatbelt was on. The attendants began to do the safety instructions in front of them, and Jens turned his head to look back out the window. After a few minutes, his instincts told him to look at Lucas, who hadn't said anything since the departing announcement.

Poor Lucas was squeezing his fists so hard that his knuckles were white and his face was drained of colour. The slight pink of his cheeks were gone and he was squeezing his eyes shut, taking in deep breathes to calm himself down. Jens widened his eyes, internally panicking as he had no idea what to do.

Reaching out slowly and slightly, he put a warm hand on top of one of Lucas' fists. The skin beneath his own was ice cold, and Lucas opened his eyes quickly, surprised to see that Jens was looking at him.

"Nervous flyer?" Jens asked lightly, but softly enough to be comforting.

He huffed out a nervous laugh. "Yeah, can you tell?"

"Just a little." He paused, unsure how to go about this. "Do you, uhh, do you maybe want to hold my hand?"

"May I?"

"Of course."

It took Lucas a second. But after feeling the plane begin to move faster as it lifted off the runway, he unclenched a fist and grabbed onto Jens' hand. His tight grip should have also cut off Jens' circulation, but Jens stayed calm. He let his thumb rub gently circles on top of Lucas' hand, trying to ease him a bit. After a few moments, he felt Lucas' grip loosen a bit, some warmth beneath their hands and Lucas' breathing being a little less restrained. Lucas' eyes were still closed, and Jens eyed him up and down, taking in the entire wonder of this boy.

This boy, who he realized, was holding his hand.

Of course, the intention was innocent. But Jens suddenly felt his heart race as he continued to let his touch calm Lucas down a bit. He couldn't believe he was holding his hand and if any of his friends knew, he would never hear the end of their teasing. When the plane was soaring through the sky at a steady pace, Lucas sighed heavily and fluttered his eyes open. After a few seconds in which he recollected himself, he turned to Jens and gave him a soft smile.

"Thanks, sorry, I didn't think I'd get so nervous. I was fine on my first flight, but to be fair I'm really tired. I didn't sleep much last night."

"It's okay." Jens smiled back, reassuring him. He noticed the way Lucas still hadn't let go of his hand, and he was just fine with that. "Do you always get nervous when you fly?"

"Mostly, yes. But not like, that bad. Except for now. I think I lost all feeling in my body."

"Probably helps if you actually sit by someone you know huh?" He joked.

Smiling a little wider, Lucas huffed out another nervous laugh. Though this time, it felt a bit lighter. "Yeah, but, it also helps to have someone like you to sit by."

"Someone like me?" Jens asked, unsure what the ambiguity of the statement meant.

Lucas only shrugged, giving him a grin before adding another rather vague statement. "Yeah, someone like you."

-

And for the second time today, Jens couldn't believe his luck. After about an hour into the flight, in where him and Lucas had quickly gotten comfortable with each other, Lucas had dozed off. Jens had recalled he was feeling a little tired, but as Lucas fell into a gentle slumber, his head slowly fell onto his shoulder. Lucas, being asleep, obviously didn't realize he had fallen asleep on his shoulder, but Jens couldn't help but feel so giddy. He didn't want to move however, because there was no way he was going to wake Lucas up and ruin this.

So, he aimlessly looked out the window and began to think. He couldn't help but feel like he had missed a chance with this boy when they parted ways after the next hour. But, he didn't know if it was too forward of him to ask for some kind of contact with him. To be fair, they had already held hands so the next natural step in this equation was to somehow get his number.

Feeling Lucas stir gently, he looked down at him. The light brown curls fell over his face gently and Jens could make out the small freckles over his nose and his eyelashes mimicking rays of sunlight as his beautiful blue eyes stayed hidden. Jens didn't know how someone could've been so beautiful, let alone be so close to him.

He truly felt like the luckiest person in the entire world.

"Sorry," Lucas mumbled, his eyes still closed. "I didn't mean to fall asleep on you."

Smiling down at him, Jens reached out to just squeeze his hand again. When they had let go of his hand, Jens tried to conceal his frown. So now, he used this as a gateway to have Lucas' hand back in his. He also liked how Lucas did't remove his head from his shoulder right away.

"It's okay. I don't mind."

He felt Lucas hum against his body, before letting out a loose giggle. "So, what are you heading to Rome for?"

"Just a trip, a quick one to start of the summer and what not. You?"

"The same." Lucas let his eyes look back up at Jens, and once again he was marvelled at the sight of them. "That's kind of a good coincidence."

"Or you know," Jens shrugged, looking away for a second. "Fate."

"Fate?"

"I mean, out of all the seats here, what were the chances you would be sitting by me? Or, let alone, having the same seat as me?"

Lucas grinned, the blue in his eyes clashing together as they became a mess of bright shades. "Seems just like a really good coincidence. Do you believe it that sort of stuff?"

"Fate?"

"Yeah."

For the second time, Jens repeated his shrug. "Sure, why not? It's kind of like, everything happens for a reason. What about you?"

"Do I believe in fate?"

"Yeah, or are you sticking to everything being a coincidence?"

"Mostly coincidence. Though, I am starting to think a little bit of all this might be fate?"

"Why's that?"

A familiar glint sparkled in Lucas' eyes again, as he let himself gaze at Jens above him. There was something knowing about the smile on his face, but Jens couldn't quite place his finger on it.

"I was going to fly out to Italy two weeks ago." Lucas began to say. "But Kes, my other friend here, had to renew his passport so we pushed our departure back. It kind of sucked at first, but not anymore."

"Sucks a little less?" Jens teased, biting the tip of his tongue between his teeth as he smiled widely.

"Definitely sucks a little less."

-

Both boys stood at the baggage claim. When Jens had gotten off the plane, all his friends had given him a suspicious look as the boy they had seen him admiring was suddenly following him. He had to give them credit for not saying much, as he didn't want to be embarrassed before he could even ask for his number. Aaron, and Lucas' two friends, Kes and Jayden, were still making their way towards the baggage claim. Sitting at the back of the plane was probably not idea, but it gave Jens some time with Lucas.

They got their luggage and Jens saw the other two guys, followed by Aaron, head over. Frowning slightly, he was sad to realize that Lucas and him would part ways and they would be nothing more than two random strangers who managed to sit beside each other on the plane. They weren't even from the same country, and he doubted that the universe would allow him to be this lucky again.

"Lucas!" The boy with red glasses called out, who Jens assumed was Jayden. "Who's your friend?"

"Jayden, Kes, this is Jens. Jens, meet Jayden and Kes." He introduced. "I told him I needed new friends who weren't idiots."

"Just friends?" Kes asked, raising his brows and for the first time, Lucas blushed so hard he turned pink. It made Jens smirk, amused at his reaction.

"Jens!" Aaron called out. "Who's your friend?"

Now it was time for Jens to introduce Lucas to the Broerrs. Turning around, he saw Moyo, Sander and Robbe heading towards him. When they reached him, they stood beside him, all three of them smiling widely as the smirked at the very small distance between him and Lucas.

Coughing awkwardly, Jens bounced his leg. "Luc, meet Moyo, Sander, Robbe and Aaron. Guys, meet Lucas. I met him on the plane."

"And you didn't go to the bathroom?" Aaron piped up and Jens reached behind Lucas and quickly swatted the back of Aaron's head. Aaron winced as the rest of the guys continued their smirking.

"So, where in Rome are you staying?" asked Robbe, and Jens was thankful for the opening normalcy of a new conversation.

"I forget the name, but it's like, a quick shuttle ride from here? Napoleon or something." Kes replied.

"No way?" Moyo exclaimed. "Napoleon Hotel Roma?"

"Uhm yes?" Lucas replied, furrowing his brows in confusion.

Moyo clapped Jens' chest, startling him with his excitement. "Dude, that's the one we're staying at! Did you not know that?"

"Honestly, the hotel didn't even come up in our conversation." Jens admitted.

"Well come on!" Jayden exclaimed, calling then out to follow him. "We can all head to the shuttle and get there together. How long are you guys staying in Rome for?"

"Two weeks." Sander responded, wiggling two of his fingers up.

"No way! So are we!" Kes said in surprise.

Jens looked at Lucas, who was still blushing and giggle beside him. The rest of the guys had started to follow Jayden's lead, but Jens let himself bask in Lucas' company for a few more seconds. Lucas looked up to meet his eyes, a happy grin plastered on his face.

"So, is your opinion still changing?" Jens asked, wiggling his brows.

"What?"

"Do you still think this is a big coincidence?"

"A little bit." Lucas shrugged, his grin growing wider as he took in the way Jens was looking down and smiling at him. "But, I think I'd like to think that this is definitely fate."

"And I'm pretty sure that's exactly it."

"So is this fate Jens? Were we meant to meet right here, right now?"

"I think that's what was supposed to happen. I was meant to meet someone like you."

"Someone like me?"

"Someone like you."

And with that, they followed their friends towards the airport shuttle. Jens didn't know what the rest of the trip, the rest of the summer, meant for him, but that was okay. Because when he looked down, he smiled as Lucas shyly slipped his hand into his and intertwined their fingers together. Lucas pretended he hadn't reached out for him, but Jens felt his hand squeeze against his as he repeated the circular motions with his thumb on top of his hand. They didn't have to say anything, but it was clear they were thinking the exact same thing.

Maybe everything did happen for a reason.

two things i love:

1. when they post

2. when they post ON THE SAME DAY

on another note; happy birthday flo 💙

y’all thought i was done spamming the vds tag???? think again- IM NOT GOING ANYWHERE

i still await the day we get a real vds photo. until then, i will be searching high and low for photos to make into manips.

i think lucas would be teasing jens for his bright blue jacket, but jens doesn’t take any offence because blue is lucas’ favourite colour and he’s his favourite boy. 💙

ahahahaha what is with all this bike content??? first we get nathan promoting some sort of bike company and then we get flo on noah’s story biking and being really hectic???

i mean i am LIVING for the parallel but bikes were not in my top 3 ways nathan + flo could be interconnected

See You In Five Years.

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

( @ apolloswords )

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

Sometimes, making life-long pacts with your best friend is the only way to avoid being alone. Even if you were never really alone to begin with.

Lucas didn't look up from his laptop even as he heard the pitter-patter of the rain against his window stop. He didn't look up when he heard his window slide open and he didn't even look up when he saw a shadowy figure from the distance slip right in. He only looked up when the figure shakes his head, tossing light flickers of water droplets from his dark wet hair towards the entirety of Lucas' room.

Really, he only looked up because some of it fell on his face and he groaned that he had shoved his bed too close to the window, clearly not protecting himself entirely from the now drenched boy staring at him.

Raising a brow, Lucas snickered as he took in how funny Jens looked. His dark hair was sticking towards his forehead, fitted button down shirt completely soaked and there was now a small puddle underneath his feet. Lucas tried to hide his snicker as Jens narrowed his eyes onto him, giving him a beady look.

"I take it the date didn't go so well?" He asked, biting his lip back from releasing his giggles.

Jens snorted. "Do I need to confirm that?"

"Well no," Lucas teased, "But I do want a backstory on how you found yourself climbing through my window in the pouring rain when you still have so much of the night left with your date." He got up from his bed and walked over to his closet, pulling out a clean fresh towel.

Jens just snorted again, as Lucas handed him the towel. The snarl on his face looked playful, but he still narrowed his eyes at him. Lucas just continued to watch as he dried his hair and patted his shirt down a bit, even though it still remained just as soaked.

"Do you have a shirt I could borrow?" Jens asked, clearly averting the topic of conversation. Lucas would let him get out of it for now, but it was going to be brought up again. One way or the other.

For now, he would help Jens avoid making a literal flood on his bedroom floor.

Turning back around into his closet, Lucas rummaged around in one of his drawers. Most of his own clothes were packed and in boxes, but he still left the small section of Jens' shirts and a spare hoodie stored where they always were. Picking up the first red shirt he saw folded up, he repeated the same motion and reached over to hand it to Jens.

"Thanks," Jens said, as he began to unbutton his shirt. "I keep forgetting that I have a stash of clothes at your place."

"You don't remember coming over with a backpack and a bunch of crumpled shirts after the first night you stayed over and claimed my shirt was going to suffocate you in your sleep so you made a show out of it by taking it off?"

"You don't remember my chest about to rip that thing apart and you crying that I was ruining your favourite shirt?"

"I was not crying." Lucas protested, before letting out a light huff.

Jens stuck his tongue out at him before peeling off the soaked button down, and Lucas tried not to look at the broadness of his chest before pulling the shirt over his head. It wasn't the first time he'd seen his best friend shirtless, but each time he did it was like a shock to his system. He always found Jens rather attractive, possibly even being the most attractive person he's ever laid eyes on. He was also convinced he was the most attractive person to roam the earth. But he didn't want to be awkward and make things weird, so he tried to avoid gawking at Jens and his prettiness, no matter how hard he tried.

After all, they were just friends.

Best friends sure, but just friends.

Lucas snapped out of his little thought bubble when he felt Jens unzip his black jeans off, leaving him in his boxers. He flopped onto his bed, enveloping in its soft warmth and Lucas was just glad he didn't crush his laptop. Sighing, Lucas took a seat on the edge of the bed, staring as Jens stuffed his face into a pillow and groaned.

"Dating sucks." He heard him mumble into the pillow. Even though Jens couldn't see his expression, Lucas nodded in agreement.

"Was the date that bad?"

Lifting his head up, Jens turned over and laid on his back. Lucas watched as his dark brown eyes glossed over his ceiling, frowning at the lack of posters that used to hang over his head.

"Did you already remove your posters?" He asked, clearly changing the subject.

Shrugging again, Lucas nodded. "Jens, we literally move into the flat next week. University starts in two weeks." Pausing, he looked at him, quite alarmed. "Don't tell me you haven't started packing yet."

Jens huffed out a laugh, the creases by his eyes crinkling a bit. "I have not. Thanks for reminding me. Maybe it'll be nice to finally meet some new people."

Raising his brows, Lucas gave him a smirk. "To meet as friends or to go on more horrible dates with?"

Scoffing, Jens wrinkled his nose and looked at him. "At this point, both. You're annoying me and I could easily replace your title of best friend."

"You won't. You already lost your dignity when you drunkenly admitted I was your new best friend. Poor Robbe, I don't think I've seen anyone so heartbroken."

"Yeah well, when you chose kissing me over Kes, I think he was just as heart broken."

"Kes is my best friend!"

"And I'm not?"

"You are. But, you're probably easily replaceable as well. Unlike him."

"Fuck you." Jens laughed, grabbing the pillow behind his head and gently hitting Lucas with that. "Take that back."

"Fine, I'll take it back." He teased, rolling his eyes in fake annoyance. Reaching over, he poked Jens in the stomach. "So, what happened on your date with that hot chick you saw at the club?"

"Hot chick?"

"I'm gay Jens, not blind."

"Fair enough." He snorted. Sighing, he just shrugged. "I don't know, I feel like she was just rushing too into it you know? Like it's our first date, and you're already asking me about a possible future? I don't even know your favourite colour!" Taking a paused, he sighed again. "Can't believe we were already talking about marriage."

"Damn," Lucas replied. He didn't really know what to say, so he gave him another soft smirk. "Doesn't really explain why you crawled through my window though."

"Because I think she wanted to kiss me in the rain but she had this seafood pasta at the restaurant and I was not willing to make out with lobster tonight. So I kind of ran away, realized I was on your street, hid in your bushes and figured I had some luck with your window."

"I have a front door."

"What's the fun in that?"

Giggling, Lucas shook his head. His soft curls, bounced lightly as he felt Jens still smiling rather cockily at his. Giving him a teasing look, he replied.

"I think you're just as much of a bad date as she was."

"Maybe," Jens admitted, laying his head back down on Lucas' pillow. "I hope she finds the guy who's going to agree to her wedding dress on their first date though."

Not really knowing what to say, Lucas nodded. He then decided he was feeling a little drowsy, so he laid down himself. The blankets, sweater and sweatpants he had on felt cozy and warm, but it was also the ease and comfort Jens gave him that made him want to drift off. Closing his eyes, he hummed lightly, allowing himself to listen to the gentle rain hit his windows as Jens breathed slowly beside him. A few minutes passed, and he felt Jens stir a bit. Opening his eyes back up, he took a peek at the boy, who was already gazing at him.

"What are you thinking about?" Lucas asked, taking in the expression on his face. After two years of knowing him, Lucas had gotten fairly good at reading through all his expressions.

"You know, some people have this pact. Like, if in ten years they don't get married, they'll just marry each other. Like a back-up plan."

"So in ten years, you're telling me you won't have one good date?"

"I mean, I didn't say that. But you won't find the one you want to marry I guess. So, you resort to the person you made a pact with. Probably better than being alone."

"Probably. Though, it would suck if the whole thing is orchestrated just so two people don't end up alone. Kind of sounds a bit lonelier."

"Yeah but," Jens sighed. He turned away from looking at Lucas and faced his, now empty, ceiling. "You would obviously make the pact with someone you could see living forever with. Someone platonic enough that you could see yourself being with them for the rest of your life."

There was something in the way Jens was speaking, something hidden. Lucas carefully studied the way his jaw was clenched, hands pressed firmly on his stomach and the intense chewing on his lip. There were many expressions of Jens that he had come to know and love, but this one suddenly felt the most unfamiliar.

"What are you getting at?" He finally asked, forcing Jens to look back at him.

"We should make a pact."

Widening his eyes, Lucas quickly bolted up. He let his jaw hang loose for a second, trying to see if there was anything to hint that Jens was joking. Jens slowly sat up and shook his head, wondering why Lucas reacted to strangely. How else was he supposed to react? His best friend had essentially asked to marry him.

At least, in the next ten years.

"Are you serious?"

"Dead serious. Shitty dates keep happening to us, at least in the end we'll have each other."

Lucas knew what his heart wanted. He knew exactly what he longed for and you know what, maybe, maybe, just maybe, in ten years, he could have just that. There were many risks that could occur if he agreed, but on the bright side, he could deal with it later.

As in, in ten years.

Getting up without a word, Lucas headed over towards his desk. It was probably the last part of his room he had left to pack. Pulling out some of his fancy art paper and some calligraphy pens, Lucas began to scribble about. He could feel Jens eyeing at him, as he tried to make the most impressive contract he could muster up in a few short minutes.

Finally, he headed over back to Jens. Handing it over, he watched as Jens began to read through it, his brows furrowing at the words on the paper.

"In five years from today, if we have no luck with anybody else, we will go on a date. And whatever happens from there, we will determine into our ten year plan. At least, we can test the waters before diving into, well, marriage." Lucas explained.

Jens nodded, agreeing with what was contracted. He looked up at Lucas, his beautiful brown eyes looking into his blue ones. Holding his breath, he tried not to get lost in them.

"Hand me a pen to sign it." Jens instructed.

And with that, both boys scribbled their names over the hasty black line Lucas had drawn out for them. The blue ink seeped into the paper, running a bit messily over top of each other's signature. Taking a second to admire the agreement, Jens turned his head to smirk at Lucas.

"See you in five years."

-

Banging on the door, Lucas waited impatiently for Jens to open it. He didn't think moving back to Utrecht meant Jens would follow him, but after they both studied at the University of Amsterdam and completed their degrees together, Jens figured it would probably be an easy way to make job connections if he stayed close to where he graduated from. Lucas wasn't complaining, even after the four years he and Jens had lived together during university. And a year later, after landing steady successful jobs, Jens being a producer for upcoming Dutch artists at a record label and Lucas being one of the main managers at a art and history museum, he was still not tired of coming home to his and Jens' shared place at the end of a long day.

Except maybe right now, when Jens was being stubborn and Lucas was getting annoyed at the feeling of wet clothes sticking to his skin.

"Jens, open up." He called out, banging on the door again.

A minute passed and Jens finally did open up. Lucas noticed the set of headphones he had on his shoulders and realized he must have been playing his music too loud to have heard him the first few times. Jens took one good look at the way his curls pressed agains his forehead as water droplets trickled down his face. He tried to look annoyed, but with the wet clothes still sticking onto him, he probably just looked cold and tired. And miserable.

"Jesus," Jens mumbled, opening the door wider so Lucas could come in. "You are drenched. Come in."

"Thanks." He huffed, trying not to sound as sarcastic as possible.

As he peeled off his wet shoes and socks, Jens wandered over to the thermostat to turn it up a bit. It still may be the last few days of the summer, but with how Lucas was shivering underneath his, now soaked, knitted sweater, he could use some extra heat. He peeled his denim jacket off his body as Jens disappeared into his room. Heading straight to the dryer, he dropped it in, ignoring the water droplets that leaked a little trail behind him.

"Here," Jens said, handing him a towel. "I suggest you take off your shirt and jeans off now, before you flood the rest of the place."

Scoffing, Lucas did as told. After he dumped his clothes in the dryer, he wrapped the towel around him "I'm going to head to the bathroom to dry my hair." He chattered, feeling even colder as he stood in just his boxers.

Jens nodded. "I'll bring you some clothes."

"Thanks."

Once he got into the bathroom, Lucas frowned at his reflection. His face looked extra tired, his cheeks sunken in a bit as the bags under his eyes seemed more prominent. This week had been hell, and it finished off just as horrible. A small knock on the door startled him quickly but he relaxed as Jens held a hand out with a change of clothes.

"I'm not looking." Jens announced as Lucas took the pair of sweatpants and sweater from him.

"I know." Lucas said, mustering a small smile.

He looked at the pair of grey sweatpants in his hands and Jens' red sweater, the one with a graphic design and was worn through a large portion of high school. A warmth finally glowed within him, feeling sentimental at the gesture of Jens giving him his own sweater to wear. The second Lucas pulled it over him felt like a warm and reassuring hug. He quickly slipped on the sweatpants and did his best to dry his curls. After freshening up by quickly washing his face and brushing his teeth, he sighed heavily. When he finally felt like he didn't resemble a wet rat, he walked out the bathroom and headed to his room.

He hadn't expected to see Jens laying on his bed. His headphones were now off and set aside on his night table. He hadn't looked up from aimlessly scrolling through his phone, and Lucas took a second to admire him. The blue shirt he wore hung loose over him, but his shoulders and chest had still gotten a little more broader since his teenage years. His gym shorts showed off his tanned legs from the days of the summer sun, which had defined some of his toned muscles. Lucas still considered him to be the most beautiful boy to ever exist. The weight of the horrible week and the horrible date lifted off his shoulders as he realized how lucky he was to come home to this, every single day for the past five years.

Finally, Lucas sighed and wandered over to the empty space on his bed. He flopped down and groaned into his soft pillow, earning Jens' attention. Jens looked away from his phone and smirked at him, before reaching out to push a few damp curls away from his face.

"I take it your date didn't go so well?" He teased, his smirk growing.

Lucas snorted. "It was probably the worse thing to happen to me all week. And that includes how I completely set up the wrong exhibit and had to stay until midnight to set up the correct one."

"You'd think we'd have some luck with dates by now. Let alone relationships."

Furrowing his brows, Lucas looked at him confused. "Didn't you have a boyfriend in your third year?"

"You mean the guy who just wanted me to have a threesome with his actual girlfriend? You can't really think that counts as something good." Jens scoffed. "I wasted a good six months on that asshole."

"At least you didn't get your date coming in with his boyfriend and asking for a threesome on the first date." Lucas groaned. "At least your asshole waited six months. Mine waited like, two hours."

"Holy fuck." Jens said, a laughter erupting from his chest. He tried to use his hand to cover up his wide grin, as means to empathize with Lucas, but it was no use. Laughter still escaped his body.

"Holy fuck," He repeated, as he tried to calm down from his outburst. "Is that why you're here so early? I wasn't expecting you to come until much later. Honestly, maybe not even until the morning."

Lucas snorted again. "Yeah, I decided to lie and say I was headed to the bathroom. That asshole and his boyfriend could pay for dinner for all I cared. But then I realized I didn't really know where I was and walked in like, fifteen blocks of pouring rain."

"You poor thing." Jens replied, finally slowing down from laughing so hard.

There was a sparkle in his eyes that seemed to create warm sparks throughout Lucas' body. The lamp that was dimly lit warmed up the soft smile on Jens' face, and his dark brown eyes looked rather golden. Outside his window was the soft pitter-patter of the rain, sounding much more gentle rather than the aggressive rain that had made it its mission to drown him on his walk home. Even when bad days, or bad weeks, occurred, Lucas always forgot about them the second he came home.

The second he came home to Jens.

"I found something while cleaning out my closet today." Jens announced in a whisper. Lucas finally remembered the curiosity about the sparkle in his eyes and widened his own eyes in response.

"Is that how you found your old sweater?" He asked, gesturing at the one he was wearing. "You haven't worn this since your first year at University."

"Kind of grew out of it." Jens explained. "But, I knew it would fit you still, so you can have it. You haven't grown much."

He tried to hold back his giggle and frown at the statement, but Lucas couldn't help the grin on his face as he knew Jens was giving him his sweater. Sure, it made sense, since there was no way it would fit him now, but it was still forever going to be Jens' sweater to him.

Even though it was on technically now his.

Whacking him playfully, Lucas rolled his eyes. "So, what did you find in the black hole of your closet?"

"Very funny." Jens retaliated. He rummaged his hand in the pocket of his black shorts and pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper. The look on his face was soft and shy, almost hesitant as he handed it to Lucas.

Unknowing what it could be, Lucas took a look at Jens, completely puzzled. Jens just shrugged and Lucas sat up before unfolding it. As the paper's words began to jump out, he felt his heart leap suddenly and couldn't help but drop his jaw.

It was the contract they had made five years ago. The one in which they had made a pact to go on a date if they were both single and not seeing anyone else. The silly date that was supposedly going to lead them to a marriage in the next five years. Lucas didn't actually forget it, but he didn't think it was serious enough to bring up again. He also figured they had lost it in the process of moving in and out of their residences and towards Utrecht.

"Check the date." Jens whispered. "It's dated five years ago today."

"Which means," Lucas whispered back. "Today is the day the agreement is supposed to occur."

Jens flashed a rather sympathetic smile. "Look, I know you may have thought it was stupid when we made it. I thought it was stupid too. But don't you think its a bit funny how five years later, we're in the same position we were in when we wrote that?"

"I guess it is all very coincidental." Lucas agreed.

"Luc, I don't know about you but when everything in my life went wrong, you were the last thing I saw at the end of every day. And I also realized that you were maybe the only thing I ever got right." He paused and bit his lip. "I'd be lying if I said you weren't who I wanted to be with for the rest of my life."

The smile on his face couldn't stop from growing and Lucas could feel himself about to burst with pure happiness. Jens still looked a little lost with the lack of response, so Lucas just gave him a playful wrinkle of his nose.

"If, you would like to take me out tomorrow for breakfast at the place down the street, I wouldn't oppose to it. In fact, I would actually look very forward to it."

Now Jens wrinkled his nose, but snickered lightly. "Did you just ask me to ask you on a date?"

"Was that not the plan we made five years ago?"

"You're right." He laughed. Turning quickly, he pulled up the blankets to Lucas' chin, snuggled under it himself and turned off the lamp. It took a second for their eyes to adjust in the darkness, but when they did, Lucas didn't mistake the way Jens was smiling at him.

"Are you sleeping with me tonight?" He giggled.

Jens nodded, still keeping his smile plastered on his face. "Yeah, so maybe then, you'll be the very first thing I see at the start of my day."

Lucas grinned and huddled towards the empty space between them. He felt Jens put an arm around his waist, pulling him in closer to his chest as his hand gently played with Jens' dark hair. Their feet were a tangled mess but that was just fine with him. He was warm, safe and in the arms of his best friend.

Though, if things finally went right, if he finally had a good date after an endless string of bad ones, maybe being just friends would be a title of the past.

Within a few minutes, Lucas felt his body drift off into a gentle slumber. The last thing he saw before his eyes closed was the way Jens admired him under the soft moonlight making its way past the rain clouds. The last thing he heard was Jens humming them both to sleep softly, their breathing in sync and chests rising together. The last thing he smelt was the faint smell of Jens on his sweater, but the strong scent of Jens and his mixture of shampoo, faded cologne and fresh laundry surrounded him, completely enveloping him. The last thing he felt was Jens pulling him in even closer, his hands having a firm but gentle grip on him, his arms holding the entirety of his body closer towards him and the gentle kiss placed on his forehead.

And finally, the last thing he thought of was how he couldn't wait for the morning.