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hopelessromanticvirgo · 4 years

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Number 134 [36]

Chapter 35

“You have five minutes.”

When Robbe first saw Sander’s message, he was already on his phone, scrolling though an Instagram, drinking tea and it was so unexpected, he spilled it all over his shirt.

But didn’t even feel the liquid burning his skin, too nervous to notice it.

He opened it instantly. It was a location to the park they first meet each other and he could hear Sander’s words in his ears “take it or leave it” so he got ready as fast as he possibly could and decided to took his chance.

He was way too excited to notice how he had no idea what to expect or what to say when he’d got there, Robbe was way too emotional to think about anything else but seeing Sander again after weeks of not having any connection to him, of not hearing his voice.

And he was right, he really didn’t know what to say or do.

As soon as he noticed him, leaning against one of the trees, looking on his way, Robbe is sure he stopped and started breathing at the same time, he has no idea how that happened or if it was possible but that’s how he felt.

He was looking so amazing and handsome, Robbe couldn’t take his eyes off of him, and he didn’t have to.

They were standing in front of each other but still so far away from Robbe’s liking.

Robbe stopped.

He stopped doing anything, he just stood there, and stared. Trying to drink the sight of him, and he didn’t realize how much he actually missed him until that very moment.

And Sander didn’t do anything too. He was waiting.

And after a while he shook his head and started turning around and when Robbe saw it, his eyes for wide and terrified and that was Robbe’s clue to finally start talkng.

“I’m sorry.”

He couldn’t believe Sander was actually standing there, just out of reach, a few steps ahead of him. Robbe imagined this conversation a lot of times, and he knew exactly what he had to say and how, but now, all of them were thrown out of the window, completely forgotten.

“I’m truly so sorry. I know I fucked up. I know and you have no idea how much I want to change this but I can’t. I only can apologize and hope that you will accept it.” Sander’s face was blank, not a single emotion could be see on it and Robbe realized that this was Sander’s ‘I don’t care about anything’ mask, the one he always had on while they started talking at first but Robbe has never seen it unfold in real life. He gulped and looked down, felt very vulnerable under his gaze.

“I know I hurt you and you have to know and believe I never wanted that. Everything I did was because I had to, and I, personally was totally against it but I couldn’t do anything. I will never be able to forgive myself but I need your forgiveness. Please don’t - “ he couldn’t finish what he was trying to say.

He didn’t know what he wanted to say.

Don’t what?

Don’t leave me?

Don’t hurt me?

Don’t walk away from me?

Don’t forget me?

He has no idea.

They stood there, in silence, Robbe feeling like he needed to add something, say everything he wanted so he could get them off of his chest but couldn’t.

And Sander. For the first time in ever, he didn’t know what Sander was feeling, couldn’t even guess, didn’t have any clue.

Robbe could hear his heart pounding in his whole body, and when Sander nodded his head, his legs started shaking.

“Okay.” He said.

Robbe threw him a confused look but couldn’t deny the feelings he felt after hearing his voice again.

“I heard you. You can go now.” And Robbe’s heart dropped on the floor, he felt like people started running all over it, broke them into a thousands of pieces and he knew, he’d never be able to pick all of them up, ever again.

Robbe stood there still, didn’t dare to move and neither did Sander.

He wanted to ask so many questions, but he couldn’t trust his voice, knew it would betray him no matter what, not that he was trying to stay strong, it was obvious that Sander’s words crushed him.

“Y-you want me to j-just go?” He mumbled, his eyes starting to get wet.

He shouldn’t have expected anything more than this, he didn’t know why he got his hopes up when he got the text, but he still hoped that Sander was bringing him here so they could talk and sort this whole situation out, but Robbe was clearly very wrong.

Sander didn’t want to be with him or to forgive him.

“Yes. I heard what you had to say and now you can go on your way.” Sander’s stern voice made him look down on his shoes and after a few minutes of them standing like this, Robbe realized that Sander was waiting for him to disappear and hesitantly turned away and started walking.

He didn’t even have to hide anything anymore so he freely let his tears fall down on his cheeks, walking slowly but heavily.

Sander didn’t forgive him.

They were completely over now, no chance of having any kind of contact with him and that thought alone made him feel so lonely and upset, he tried not to break down right there.

He has a weird habit of breaking down in the streets, outside.

Until now, he still had some hopes deep, hidden in his heart, but now all of them were shattered away, like his heart was.

He was so sure that they were meant to be together, sooner or later they would find their way back to each other but all of this must have been a lie too.

A cruel universe was pulling a very horrible joke on him and and he tripped and fell for it.

Fell down so hard, he knew he would never get up on his feet.

He was already very far away and almost out of the park when he felt a hand on his arm and somebody made him turn around.

He couldn’t see well because of the tears in his eyes but he knew who it was, and when he felt cold hands on his waist, he completely broke down.

“You - you - piece of shit - how did - you didn’t have to - I can’t believe you - you “ he couldn’t proper perform a proper sentence because of his weeping, his voice and whole body started shaking.

The boy put his fingers on his cheeks and wiped away all the tears but it was no use, new ones started falling down instantly, and put him close to his chest, with a right hand tangled in Robbe’s hair and the left one on his back now, whispering “I didn’t mean to make you cry” softly in his ear, kissing his forehead.

And the next thing Robbe felt was Sander’s lips on his own and that’s when his whole body got woken up, he put his hands on his jacket, clutching the fabric, never wanted to let go, trying his best to put his self closer to him.

And he has never felt this way before, he felt the hair on his skin stood up, the electricity going up and down.

His eyes were closed and he couldn’t see Sander there but he could feel him, everywhere.

Robbe knew that he was here and he was with him.

And when they pulled away, Robbe didn’t control his needs anymore and hugged him so tightly, he was afraid of Sander not breathing properly.

And words weren’t needed anymore.

They would come later, but now, the most important thing was that they were together, close and Robbe is sure, he will never let go.

* * *

And the whole night, that’s exactly what he did.

They sat down on the same bench, when they first met, and they talked.

Talked for hours.

And Robbe hasn’t let his hands go for any second while they were there. He was constantly playing with his fingers, rings, kissing it or caressing black drawings which were seen under the jacket and on the skin, the fabric wasn’t covering, on his wrists.

Robbe knew he was acting way too clingy but he couldn’t help it and he also thinks Sander didn’t mind it at all.

Robbe playfully hit his chest after he calmed down a few times. For scaring him like crazy and for what kind of trick and revenge he pulled on him just a few hours ago. And when Robbe heard Sander’s laugh again for the first time, in what it seemed like forever, he knew, he’d never let go off of him.

And when the clock hit twelve and it got too late, Robbe, clinging and hugging to Sander’s left side, having their hands entwined and his legs over him, went closer to his ear, scared, still thinking all of this would be a dream, whispered his name.

“Yeah? I’m listening.” Sander said, looking deeply in his eyes, one of his hand in his hair and other on his thigh.

Robbe didn’t say anything else for a while, thinking back to the first night they spent together.

He said his name again but this time he added: “Will you let me stay with you tonight?”

Sander smiled at him and kissed him and put their foreheads together, whispered against his face: “In this universe, I will.”

Chapter 37

#wtfock #wtfam #sobbe #robbe ijzermans #sander driesen #robbe x sander #social media au #number 134

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ayellowcurtain · 3 years

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Can you please write a fic where the flatshare actually comes in a comforts robbe during/after his breakdown from his dad's phone call

Robbe runs out of tears before he can feel like he’s done all the crying that has been piling inside of him for over a week. His eyes are burning and itching, and Robbe presses his palms against his closed eyes, trying to breath slowly, to calm himself and think of something else.

It can’t be right to feel this bad for not being with someone, checking if they’re okay. Robbe hates that he listened to Britt, to Jana, and everyone else. Sander has every right to not want to talk to him now. All of that because Robbe followed what others suggested him to do and not what he really wanted. He should have given himself more time to think and decide for himself and for Sander what was best for them. Sander wanted to be with him and Robbe pushed him away.

Someone knocks on his door, and Robbe looks up, recognizing Zoe behind the textured glass, her hand still in the air, not sure if she’ll need to knock again.

“Robbe?” She asks, clear worry and uncertainty in her voice.

“Leave me alone.” He whispers back, not sure if she could hear him or not.

She opens the door anyway, very slowly, and Robbe almost complains and demands her to leave him alone but he doesn’t because he shouldn’t. Zoe doesn’t deserve it because it’s not her fault.

He digs his short nails deeply against his palms instead, looking down when he sees Zoe carefully putting her head inside first. It’s best if she doesn’t know how bad he’s looking. He watches as she carefully gets inside, leaving the door partially open next to her, leaning against the wall.

“Do you need anything?”

“No.” Robbe pulls his sleeves to cover his palms, creating a barrier between his skin and his nails, hoping Zoe will settle for checking on him and will go back to the kitchen to help Milan.

“Milan is doing some french toasts for us.” She sounds like she’s asking, or unsure, and Robbe lies down, rolling to lie facing the other side so Zoe maybe gets the hint that way.

It looks grey outside, and Robbe wonders if it’s raining like it has been for the past week. It feels like the weather is following his mood since Friday night and the gloomy, wet and cold weather is the worst he could ask for. It’s not at all helpful for his mood and mental state.

He hates himself for even thinking that, imagining how much worse some people have it and here he is, complaining about the stupid weather affecting him.

Zoe sits on his bed and Robbe looks over his shoulder. For one second he forgot she was there, looking at him, he thought she had noticed how he didn’t want anyone around him right now and left.

She moves carefully, pushing herself back until she can rest her back against the headboard, stretching her legs on his bed.

Robbe looks forward again, the glass on the window starting to get foggy from how warm it is inside and how freezing it is outside. Robbe doesn’t remember the last time he actually payed attention on how cold it is, how close they are to winter.

“I miss him.” He says before noticing it, closing his eyes not to let more tears slip out of his tired eyes, “I’m worried.”

“You should go see him then. Even if just as a friend...” There it is, the words that feel like a question again.

Robbe is almost sure it would ruin both of them to just be friends. They’re best friends, but also because they’re lovers. Robbe is not sure if he would be able to be friends with Sander without kissing him, cuddling before falling asleep, listening to Sander’s cheesy lines, trying to flirt with him.

“He’s not replying to my texts.” Robbe decides to answer.

“Face to face, Robbe.” Zoe adds, her long fingers playing with his hair carefully, and it feels weird. It would feel good any other time but he feels on edge, a little raw to the touch. Would feel good if it was Sander’s hand. He doesn’t argue, trying to focus on how slow Zoe’s hand moves, trying to focus on counting the two seconds before she starts another run through his hair.

He wants to say how everyone was against it at first, and how their words made it feel wrong for him to do it, face to face, but again, he decides against it, keeping his mouth shut.

“I know you don’t feel like it but Milan is going to bring his stupid French toasts for us to eat in your bed, we don’t have to talk if you don’t feel like it. Then we’ll leave you alone, and when Senne gets home with the Japanese food he said he’s bringing, you’re going out of this bedroom for a few to eat dinner with us at the table.”

Robbe doubts he’ll find the strength or will to move anywhere but he nods his head, closing his eyes again, hoping to hear from Sander soon.

“Here are some delicious French toasts for us, cuties.” Milan gets inside his bedroom with the softest voice. His voice was never this low before and Robbe feels bad for making everyone feel bad for him and worry so much.

He hears the muffled noise Milan’s fuzzy socks makes while pushing the door open and him walking like he’s constantly on his tiptoes until there’s another weight moving the mattress beneath them.

Robbe is ready to play dead, to keep himself on his side, with his eyes closed until he manages to fall asleep but Zoe rocks him until Robbe grumps to make her stop, pushing himself to sit up, still looking down so neither Milan or Zoe sees how much he cried five minutes ago.

#wtfock #robbe ijzermans #sander driesen #robbe x sander #sobbe

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ghosttotheparty · 3 years

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say my name and say it twice (cotton candy skies)

33. also on AO3 chapter thirty-two

Lucas has a habit that Jens loves.

When he’s thinking or focusing, he rubs the polish on his nails. Usually, it’s when he’s drawing or painting, Jens has noticed. He’ll take a step back or lean back and look at the paper or canvas, his brows drawn together, his eyes intense, souring, his lips almost pouting in concentration, and unless he’s holding pencils or brushes (sometimes several in one hand), his hands will draw together and his fingers will run the shiny polish on one of his nails until he leans back in and continues working.

It’s endearing, and Jens smiles every time he sees him doing it. He doesn’t think Lucas realises he’s doing it.

Jens doesn’t realise he does it himself until he’s backstage, stretching, and he has to stop rubbing his nail to reach over his extended legs. He smiles to himself when he realises, despite his nerves.

It’s dim, which probably isn’t helping his anxiety. Neither is the bustle of the backstage, dancers quickly changing costumes, chatting idly as they strip their leotards and skirts and `smooth down their hair. He can feel his heartbeat, speeding in his veins as he stands and stretches his back, trying to slow his breathing to go with the piano music playing. He can see through the wings, seeing dancers fly through the air and spin across the stage, and he shakes his hands like they’re wet, jumping up and down slightly, trying to relax.

When he takes a slight step to his left, he can see the audience, just a sliver. He knows how many people are there, knows how many seats are filled, but his breath still stutters in his throat. He shakes his head and steps back, looking away and inhaling deeply.

Lucas is out there somewhere. And Moyo. And Aaron. And Robbe. And Sander (who texted Jens to make sure it was okay if he came). And Lotte. And his mom. He doubts they’re all sitting together, though, as it’s not like Lotte and the guys are best friends. (Though Lotte and Lucas do get along well every time they talk. But Lucas hasn’t met his mom yet. They could meet tonight, he supposes, but that just sents another jolt through his heart, causes another swoop in his stomach, and he shakes the thought away. One worry at a time.)

He also knows there are some ballet hotshots somewhere in the audience as well. They’re probably why Cecile is so anxious tonight too. She almost seems more rushed than the dancers changing costumes, giving instructions and refreshing some dancers on their routines. Her hair is up in a messy bun, messier than usual, that it, with strands messily tucked behind her ears and falling in front of her eyes rather than gracefully framing her face. When she catches Jens’s eye she sends him a thumbs up and a radiant smile, bright as the spotlights, and he grins back, but it drops off his face as soon as she looks away.

He finds himself rubbing the nail polish again, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He rocks back and forth on his feet (ignoring the discomfort caused by his pointe shoes), and listens to the music.

“Hey, babe,” Lena’s voice says, and Jens opens his eyes, seeing her come close. She’s beaming, her eyes wrinkling at the corners, distorting the precise wings of eyeliner that sparkle as light from the stage falls on her. “You ready? You’re up soon.” Jens nods, shaking his hands again and she steps up close.

“Come here,” she says, reaching up and holding his face between her hands. Her skirt presses against his legs but he ignores it, bending slightly so their foreheads press together and closing his eyes. She takes in a deep breath and he copies her, pressing his hands to his legs to stop their shaking before they take another together.

“You’re good,” she says, taking her head away but still holding his face.

He nods.

“Say it. You’re good.”

“I’m good,” he says, smiling weakly.

“You’re gonna do amazing,” she says, nodding encouragingly. When he’s quiet, she shakes his head, making his laugh.

“I’m gonna do amazing,” he whispers.

“Yes, you are.” She leans up and kisses his forehead before letting go, and he smiles at her. “And in this?” She runs a finger down his chest, over the mesh shirt he’s wearing, tickling him, and he giggles, pushing her away. “You said Lucas is here tonight right?”

“Yeah.”

“Baby boy is going to be steaming by the time you’re done.”

“Shut up, Lena.” He can feel his face heating up.

“I’m right.”

He rolls his eyes, shaking his head.

“Jens, you’re up!” a girl’s voice says, and Jens startles, looking at her. “Come on!”

Lena slaps his arm, pushing him forward.

“Go get ‘em, tiger,” she says, and Jens grins nervously.

LUCAS

Lucas has had a passionate love for ballet since meeting Jens.

He knew close to nothing about ballet, except for the bare minimum knowledge about pointe shoes, but he loves listening to Jens talk about it. He gets so enthusiastic, so animated. His eyes get bright and sparkly and he talks with his hands, gesturing and demonstrating as Lucas watches fondly, his chin in his hands.

He understands why he loves it so much.

It’s fucking beautiful.

And when Jens practices, he gets completely peaceful. Sometimes his eyes close.

Lucas told him that when he dances, he’s making art, and he meant it. He can see it in his face. He looks the way Lucas feels when he paints.

Lucas is anxious for Jens’s performance.

He’s excited to see him dance, to really dance, to let loose and bare his soul, to see how he lets that part of himself take over completely.

Jens has talked to Lucas about it.

“It feels like I always have to hold back. Except when I’m on stage.’

Lucas is also nervous, mainly because he knows Jens is nervous. Jens had called him before the recital started, before Lucas had shut off his phone. The guys had all been standing outside, and Aaron was jokingly hitting on Sander, telling him how handsome he looked.

“I’m nervous,” Jens had said almost immediately after Lucas had answered.

“That’s okay,” he responded, shoving Moyo playfully. “You’re going to be amazing, baby.”

“I’m still nervous.”

And Lucas is too.

He rubs the polish on his thumb nail as he moves leans back into his seat, watching as the dark curtains draw together. He takes a deep breath. The program says Jens is next.

He can sense the guys grinning in anticipation, but he doesn’t turn to look at them: Sander right next to him, then Robbe (holding Sander’s hand), then Moyo, then Aaron. Lucas’s gaze remains trained on the curtains, the velvety fabric still shifting slightly after drawing closed.

Then they start to open.

Lucas leans forward, letting go of his nail, setting his elbows on his knees. He doesn’t see Sander elbow Robbe and gesture to him, both of them smiling fondly.

When the curtains come to a stop, a light comes on, shining on the stage.

On Jens.

Even from his seat in the audience, Lucas can see the smoky black makeup winging off his eyelids, no doubt carefully smudged there by Lena, the mesh, netted long sleeve shirt that just covers his skin, the black leggings, the shine of his black pointe shoes. Lucas can see the muscles of his chest and arms move as he begins to dance. For a second, Lucas forgets that there’s music, and when he remembers, he doesn’t bother paying attention to it. It has nothing on Jens.

He dances.

He dances, and dances, and dances.

When he leaps, he leaps higher than Lucas thought possible.

There’s a smile on his face the whole time, a small, focused, relaxed smile, like the music is running through his veins. Lucas wonders for a second if that’s what he looks like when he paints. He feels Sander touch his leg for a second, a gentle, supportive rub on his knee, and Lucas sends him a glancing smile before looking back to the stage.

Jens dances.

But when it feels like this is him, something changes. He falters.

He stops.

JENS

The music is still playing.

It feels like the whole auditorium is paused, watching him carefully, holding their breaths. He can almost feel Cecile’s eyes on him. The lights on him are almost blinding. He can only see the silhouettes of the audience.

There are so many people.

So many eyes.

All he can hear is Lucas’s voice.

That’s why I like watching you dance.

You’re making art.

There are so many people.

So many eyes.

They’re still exposing a little piece of their soul for the world to see.

Hear.

And that’s beautiful.

There are so many people.

So many eyes.

Watching.

Listening.

Jens isn’t saying what he needs to say.

LUCAS

Lucas has shifted to the edge of his seat, biting his lip with worry.

He wishes he could talk to him, whisper to him just so he could hear him.

It’s okay.

Keep going.

When he starts to move again, something is different.

He looks…

Like Jens.

Real.

Like he’s exactly where he’s supposed to be.

He makes it look effortless, flying across the stage and through the air, so peaceful and at ease he looks almost sleepy, looking like he’s moving in slow-motion mid-air. Swinging his arms in the air until he throws himself through it as the music crashes like thunder, and landing on the ground. Swinging up into an arabesque, fucking effortlessly, like he’s swimming. A small hop with his arms raised before a leap and a flip in the air, landing on his feet before turning on his feet, spinning and spinning and spinning until his body slows and his back arches, and he falls.

There isn’t a second of hesitation in him, not a single cell that’s out of place.

It’s like he’s breathing and the whole world is breathing with him.

JENS

The music speeds up and Jens keeps up with it.

He’s tired. But exhilarated.

He feels real.

He feels alive.

He takes up the whole stage, spinning in the air until he’s on the other side. He can feel that the gel in his hair isn’t holding, feeling his hair whip across his face and fall as he lands.

He dances.

He exists.

And exists.

And when the music finally comes to a stop, he does.

But his heart is still beating.

And his skin finally fits just the way it’s supposed to.

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They’re still clapping when Jens leaves the stage. He’s fucking exhausted, breathless and sweating, but he freezes when he sees Cecile. She’s staring at him, a few strands of hair hanging in her face, clutching a clipboard to her chest. He can’t read her face, and the dimness of the wings isn’t helping.

“Hi,” he tries, smiling nervously.

“What the hell was that?” she asks sharply.

“Uhm…” He looks away for a second, feeling his face heat up. He can’t bring himself to regret it, bad as he feels for disregarding her choreography. He steps closer. “I’m sorry, I just—”

“That was incredible.”

He stops, confused. Music starts to play loudly on stage as other dancers begin their routines, and Cecile grabs his arm, pulling him aside so they can hear each other.

“I— What?”

“What was that?” she says again, looking at him with wide eyes. Jens would think she looks awestruck f he didn’t know her better. “I mean, it was, like, ballet, and contemporary, and…”

“I don’t know,” Jens says finally. “I was just…” he shrugs.

“Incredible,” she repeats, shaking her head and looking at him, and yeah, maybe she is awestruck.

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Jens sits on the floor until the rest of the performances are over. He gets a few looks, but he’s so tired he can’t bring himself to care. He wants to take off his pointe shoes but he doesn’t, hitting his heels against the ground to give his toes space. He almost falls asleep, his back against a wall, until he hears Cecile’s voice call his name.

He joins the other dancers on stage for the final bow, and he’s almost forgotten how bright the lights are. It’s also almost deafening. He hopes Lotte is okay.

---

Jens grabs his bag from backstage chatting idly with the other boys as he takes off his pointe shoes and puts them in the bag after taking out his hoodie, coat, and shoes.

“I’m so hungry, dude,” one dancer said, stumbling as he pulls his leotard off his ankles where it had gotten caught, and there is a chorus of “Me too,” and “Same.” Jens sighs, stretching and popping his back before pulling on the hoodie.

“Jens, you’re not even gonna change?” someone asks, and Jens just gives him a blank look, making a few of them laugh.

“I’m too tired,” he says, unfolding the hem of his hoodie at his hips. “I’ll change tonight. Maybe.”

“This shit’s so uncomfortable, I don’t know how you can handle it.”

Jens chuckled, watching another boy trip on his tights.

“I think my exhaustion has reached the point of me no longer being in my body,” he says, gesturing to his body with a hand. “I’m completely numb. All I need is a nap. And dinner.”

He carefully tucks his coat over his back so it doesn’t fall and, after sliding on his shoes and placing his pointe shoes in his bag, makes his way into the auditorium, using the handrail in the small, dark stairway that leads out from backstage. He winces for a second when he gets out of the stairway, startled by the bright overhead lights that came on after all the dancers had left the stage, and then he realises he doesn’t know where to go.

His mom usually meets him here, but he doesn’t see her anywhere. And he doesn’t see the guys anywhere.

But after he stands there for a second, wondering if he should fish his phone out of his bag to text someone, Lucas appears, looking lost. He has to pause on his way down, letting a parent pass him, and then his eyes catch on Jens, and they brighten. He’s holding a bouquet of roses, and Jens’s heart swells.

LUCAS

Lucas forgets what he was going to say to him.

He steps closer to Jens, who’s standing at the bottom of the stage, holding the strap of his bag in his hand, and looking at Lucas like he just pulled the moon through a window. The makeup around his eyes is more smudged than it was when he was dancing like he’s absentmindedly rubbed at it.

“Hi,” Jens says when they’re standing close to each other, and Lucas opens his mouth to respond but nothing comes out. After a few seconds of staring at Jens, who stares right back, he shoves the bouquet at him, looking at it before looking back to Jens with an almost hopeful expression.

“I brought these for you,” he says.

“Thank you,” Jens says, taking them and smiling.

“I—” Lucas cuts off, unsure of what to say, what to do. Jens seems different. A good different. A different that makes Lucas wants to pull him in by the strings of his hoodie and kiss him breathless.

They stare at each other for a few more seconds, save for Jens looking down at the roses happily, at the red ribbon tying them all together, and Lucas begins to smile.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks finally, and Jens just nods, looking relieved.

So he does, passing through the last few steps between them until Jens is close enough for Lucas to reach up and grab his face, pulling him down until their mouths crash together. He feels Jens’s arms wrap around his waist, the flowers bumping him accidentally, pulling closer until he’s on his tiptoes, Jens’s face between his palms as he bites Jens’s lip gently. Jens sighs, tilting his head, and Lucas pulls away, smiling as Jens chases him before opening his eyes.

He doesn’t realise he’s crying until Jens sets him back down and lets go of his waist, reaching up with his free hand and gently wiping under his eye.

“Don’t cry,” Jens says softly, smiling. “You’re gonna mess up your makeup.”

“Sorry,” Lucas chokes out, laughing lightly. “I’m just…” He reaches up and wipes his eye carefully, shrugging.

“Just what?” Jens asks quietly.

“Proud of you,” he whispers, and Jens smiles again, glancing down at his lips as he says it.

“Come here,” Jens whispers back, and he pulls him in again, slipping a warm hand over Lucas’s neck, and Lucas smiles against his mouth. Jens’s fingers tangle in Lucas’s curls as Lucas pulls him closer, his hands squishing Jens’s cheeks. Jens sighs, still smiling, and Lucas feels the roses on his side as Jens’s hand moves.

“Did you like it?” Jens murmurs when they pull away, and whether he means the recital or the kiss, Lucas nods, leaning up again. Jens grins and kisses him gently.

‘“Fucking phenomenal,” Lucas says softly, but when he opens his eyes, Jens is looking past him, over his shoulder. Lucas pauses, taking in his face, his lips pressed together in an awkward, suppressed smile, his brows raised.

He turns, hesitantly, expecting maybe Robbe, but finds a middle-woman, making the same face as Jens, standing next to Lotte, who’s grasping a colourful bouquet in her hands. Lucas’s heart drops. He steps away from Jens, to his side, and looks back at the woman, who looks from him to Jens with just a hint of a smile on her face.

As they stare in awkward, strained silence, Jens’s free hand finds Lucas’s. Lucas glances down, seeing Jens’s fingers twine with his, and he steps closer, holding onto Jens’s arm subconsciously with his free hand. Jens’s mom glances down at their hands before looking up at them again, opening her mouth and taking a breath.

“Uhm…”

“His name is Lucas,” Lotte says abruptly, and all three of them look at here. “He’s Dutch.”

Lucas can’t stop the smile spreading across his face.

“Lucas!” Jens’s mom says finally, stepping forward and holding a hand out. Lucas lets go of Jens’s arm and shakes her hand apprehensively. “So nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too,” he says awkwardly and she gives him a warm smile that lightens his heart a little.

“Jens?” She looks at Jens and tilts her head. “A moment?”

Jens sighs and nods, squeezing Lucas’s hand before letting go. Lucas watches as they step away, their backs to him, his heart beating fast. He swallows, taking a deep breath before looking at Lotte, who’s also watching them.

“Hi,” he says.

“Hi. Why are your shoes tall?”

“Uh…” He looks down, lifting a foot so look at his shoes, a pair of black leather shoes with platform bottoms. “I like them,” he says. “And Jens doesn’t have to bend over too much to kiss me.”

She nods.

“He is tall,” she says, and Lucas hums in agreement. “We brought these for him.” She holds up the flowers, a bunch of vibrant Gerbera daisies, and Lucas smiles.

“Did you pick them out?”

“Mm… Kind of.” She looks at the flowers fondly. “I picked them a while ago and we get them for every recital he has.”

“He must like them.” Lucas glances up to look at Jens and his mom. They’re too far away to hear, but they both look like they’re smiling. Jens is holding the roses to his chest.

“We all do. Mommy puts them in a vase on the dinner table.” She pauses, looking at them. “I like how they feel.” She lifts a hand and rubs a petal lightly.

“Can I?” Lucas says, and she nods, so he sits, making the seat creak as he pulls it down. He touches a petal that isn’t near her hand.

“That is nice,” he says, pulling his hand back. “Very soft. I want a blanket that feels like that.” Her eyes crinkle as she smiles.

“I want a blanket that feels like a cat,” she says.

“What kind of cat?”

She shrugs, her eyes still trained on the flowers.

“I don’t know, just a cat.”

“Well you have to be specific,” Lucas says, tilting his head. “There are a million kinds of cats, you don’t want a blanket that feels like a hairless cat.”

She looks up at him, furrowing her brow, looking a lot like Jens, and it takes everything in Lucas not to grin.

“A hairless cat?”

“Yeah, a hairless cat. You’ve seen them, haven’t you?”

“No,” she says sassily, and yeah, she’s definitely Jens’s sister.

“You’ve never— Hang on.” Lucas shifts in his seat, pulling out his phone.

JENS

“I just wish you would have told me sooner,” his mom is saying. “But it’s fine. We can invite him over for dinner sometime.”

Jens suppresses a smile, twisting the flowers in his hand, and he glances to where Lucas is. He’s sitting on a seat, showing Lotte something on his phone. Suppression doesn’t work. He smiles. Then he looks up at him mom, who softens.

“I love you,” she says.

“I love you too.”

She looks over at Lucas and Lotte, and Jens follows her gaze, almost beaming. Lotte looks happy. Lucas is laughing.

“Has she met him before?” his mom asks, and Jens sighs happily.

“Yeah.”

“Why am I always the last to know things?” she huffs, and Jens snickers as they make their way back to them.

“Hey,” he says softly as they approach them, and Lucas looks up, his eyes shining, his lips curved into a smile.

“Hi,” he says, sounding cheerful.

“Mom, can we get a hairless cat?” Lotte asks.

“What?” Jens and his mom say simultaneously, and Lucas lets out a giggle before covering his mouth and looking at Jens’s mom.

“I’m so sorry,” he says.

“Lotte, we’ll talk about this later,” she says to Lotte, and Lotte turns to Lucas, looking hopeful.

“That’s not a no,” she says, and Lucas laughs harder, looking at Jens as his mom lets out a “Hey!”

“These are for you,” Lotte says, holding out the daisies, and Jens takes them, smiling.

“Do you want to hold them?” he asks, and she immediately nods, holding her hands back out. She smiles when she’s holding them again, sniffing them lightly. “Do you want to hold these too?” he asks. “These are from Lucas.”

She nods, looking up, and he hesitates, inspecting the stems.

“There shouldn’t be any thorns,” Lucas says, seeing his pause, so Jens hands them to Lotte. She wraps her arms around both bouquets, looking happy.

Jens reaches down, grabbing Lucas’s hand and pulling him so he stands, and the seat snaps shut. Lucas stands and Jens laces their fingers, brushing his thumb over the back of his hand.

“So Lucas, Lotte says you’re Dutch?” Jens’s mom says after a moment.

“Uh, yes ma’am, I moved here from Utrecht,” Lucas says, and Jens can sense his nerves, so he squeezes his hand. “I live with my cousin, he’s a friend of Jens’s.”

“Oh, is that how you met?”

“Uhm…?” Lucas looks at Jens, laughter in his eyes.

“Not exactly,” Jens says, but he’s interrupted by a loud “Jens!”

He turns to find Lens stalking down the walkway between seats, swinging her pointe shoes in her hand, followed by Rosa and Damien.

“I’m going to go find Cecile,” his mom says, and Jens looks back at her. “Lotte, you coming?”

“No, I wanna stay,” Lotte says softly, and her mom nods, smiling, before she steps away, her chin raised to try and see over peoples’ heads in the back of the auditorium.

Jens looks back just in time to be shoved by Lena, and he’s already laughing.

“What the fuck was that?” she asks aggressively, and then her shoulder is shoved by Rosa.

“Lena!”

“What?”

Lena sticks a hand out to Lotte, whose face is half-buried in the flowers, but her broad, amused grin can still be seen.

“Oh shit, sorry, honey. Ah fuck. Oh shit. Oh my—”

“Stop talking,” Jens interrupts before Rosa can send a slap to Lena’s head, and he steps forward, letting go of Lucas’s hand and pulls her into a hug. She wraps her arms around him, jumping up.

“That was— incredible!” she exclaims, and Jens laughs lightly into her neck, knowing she made a conscious effort to exclude fucking from the sentence. She pulls away and grabs his chin with her hand, turning it while studying his face. “And your makeup held up well!”

“You did it, right?” Lucas asks from behind him, and Jens lets go of her waist, stepping back and taking Lucas’s hand again.

“Yeah, did Jens tell you?”

Jens glances at Lotte and he catches her waving at Damien, who gives her a silly wink. Jens smiles.

“No, I just assumed because it’s dark and dramatic.”

Rosa lets out an “Ooooh…” and Damien gasps, looking back and forth between Lucas and Lena. Jens presses his lips together, trying not to laugh.

“I’m not even offended, that’s a compliment,” Lena says finally, and Lucas laughs, holding a hand out, and Lena slaps their palms together before fist-bumping him. Jens rolls his eyes, smiling.

“Oh, I see Sander,” Lucas says before Jens can say anything, and he lifts his hand and waves.

“Sander?” Damien asks, voicing Lena and Rosa’s questions as well, the three of them with identical confused expressions.

“Yeah, uh…” He sighs, glancing in the direction Lucas is looking and seeing a flash of white hair as Sander grabs Robbe’s hand and pats Moyo’s shoulder before making their way down the walkway. “You’re about to meet some of my friends.”

Damien gasps again, slapping his hands over his mouth.

“Are you for real?” he asks, leaning forward, feigning shock, and Jens kicks him gently.

“Shut up.”

“That was incredible, dude,” Robb says when they reach him, ignoring everyone else’s presence and letting go of Sander’s hand to hug Jens.

“Thanks, Robbe,” he says, wrapping his arms around him and burying his face in his neck. He feels strangely relieved.

“That was the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” Aaron says after Robbe and Jens let go of each other, and Jens snorts, wrapping an arm around Lucas’s shoulders.

“You have a girlfriend,” Sander reminds him, raising his eyebrows, and Aaron stares blankly at Jens, who tries desperately not to laugh, wincing at Aaron and grinning.

“That was the second prettiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” he says finally, and Sander slaps him on the shoulder.

“Anyway. Don’t you all look nice and spiffy,” Jens said, reaching out and tugging the lapel of Moyo’s jacket.

“Yeah, bro, I told you, I’m classy.”

“Clearly.”

“Jens,” Lena says, looking at him intently, expectantly, and Lucas snickers quietly, elbowing him in the side.

“Oh, sorry, uhm…” He takes a deep breath. “This is Moyo, Aaron, Sander, and Robbe.” He points at all of them as he says their names. “And this is Lena, Damien, Rosa. And you know Lotte,” he adds, gesturing at her with a jerk of his chin. They all wave.

“Jens, honestly I was beginning to doubt if you even had friends,” Lena says, breaking the ice. Moyo lets out an “Oof…” and Jens nods.

“There is it,” he mutters, and Lucas giggles, wrapping an arm around his waist and tugging him closer.

“I saw you guys up there, too,” Robbe says, nodding at Damien and Rosa, who are standing closer to each other than they should be. (Jens wants to reach out and push Rosa so she falls against him.) “You were amazing.”

“Thank you,” Rosa says sweetly.

“How long have you been doing ballet?” Sander asks, draping an arm across Robbe’s shoulder and Robbe leans into him, seemingly without even thinking about it.

“Oh gosh…” Rosa says, sighing and smiling happily. “As long as I can remember?”

“I started when I was seven,” Damien says.

“I was four,” Lena adds with finger guns. Aaron does it back, and Lena laughs with delight as Jens shakes his head.

“Jens!” Jens’s mom’s voice calls from up the walkway, and he looks up. There are significantly fewer people, a few families dawdling on their way outside, and his mom is standing next to Cecile, another woman and a man, dressed in elegant grey suits. He sighs nervously and Lucas squeezes him.

“They’re probably gonna get on me for messing up the choreography,” he says, taking a deep breath and letting his arm fall from Lucas’s shoulder.

“You messed up the choreography?” Aaron asks, and Jens pauses on his way to the walkway to send him a look.

“Big-time,” Lena says behind him. “Threw it out the window.”

LUCAS

Lucas hears the others start to chat again but he’s not listening. He just watching Jens make his way to his mother, clutching the strap of his bag with both hands in nervousness. Lucas sighs, fidgeting with his fingers, rubbing the polish of his nails, wishing he could go with him.

Jens’s back is to him and he can’t read his face.

So Lucas tries to tune back into the conversation in front of him. Jens will tell him what’s going on later.

Lucas turns slightly to face his friends more, watching as Lena cackles and high-fives Moyo, not knowing why, and he smiles. He looks past them all and sees Lotte sitting on one of the seats, looking down at the flowers.

“Lotte!” he calls, just loud enough for her to hear him, and she looks up. “You okay?”

She nods, her expression light, before she gets up and goes around the group of teenagers to stand at his side, and then she looks up at him.

“Can you pick me up?” she asks, and Lucas pauses, surprised.

“Yeah, sure.”

He bends down and she lifts her arms, carefully clutching the flowers so she doesn’t drop them, and when he rises he places her on his hip, both arms wrapped around her. Her dress is soft and he adjusts it so it isn’t riding up.

“It’s not too loud for you?” he asks her softly, tilting his head.

“Not anymore,” she says. “It was when they were clapping but I was ready.”

“I’m glad,” Lucas says, jostling her affectionately.

He glances back up to where Jens is. He still can’t tell what’s going on, whether it’s positive or negative.

“That’s my shit, dude!” Lena exclaims, grabbing Moyo’s shoulder and pushing him as he laughs, her voice startling Lucas back into the environment.

“Lena!” Rosa, Damien, and Robbe say accusatorily, and she claps a hand over her mouth, turning to where Lucas is holding Lotte.

“I’m so sorry,” she says to Lotte, letting the hand fall, and Lotte giggles.

“I might need you to cover your ears,” Lucas tells her.

“No, it’s funny!”

“Oh, my god, I love you, Lotte,” Lena says, laughing.

“You’re not allowed to say anything Lena says, you know that, right?” Lucas asks.

“I know,” she responds sassily, making Lena burst out with laughter again.

JENS

“What?” Jens asks dumbly after a moment of staring blankly at the man in grey. He feels his mom run over the top of his back and he leans into it.

“You don’t have to decide right now,” he says, smiling. “We’d just like you to think about it.”

“I— Yeah— Uhm…” He shakes his head, trying to put together a cohesive sentence, but the man seems to understand, and he holds out a business card to Jens between two fingers. Jens didn’t even see him take it out of his pocket. He glances at his mom before taking it gently, smiling as he looks down at it and reads it.

“Well, we’d best be off,” the woman in the suit says. She shakes Cecile’s hand, and then Jens’s mom’s, and then holds her hand out to Jens. He puts the card in his pocket and takes her hand, still speechless. She smiles warmly at him. “We hope to hear from you soon.”

She nods, still smiling, when he just stares at her, and then the man shakes his hand, and then they leave. And Jens just stands there, his hand still raised in the air, until his mom’s arms wrap around him and pull him close. She’s laughing.

“I have to go see some parents before they leave, but…” Cecile turns and points at Jens as she starts to walk away. “You’ll text me later, right?”

“I— Yeah,” he says, dropping his hands and shaking his head, reaching up and holding his mom’s arm that’s across his chest.

She points at him one more time, grinning, and then turns to jog up the walkway to where some families are.

“So?” his mom asks when Cecile is out of sight. “What are you thinking?”

He turns to face her and wraps his arms around her, lifting her up slightly, and she laughs, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“I don’t know,” he says, setting her down and stepping back to look at her. “I’m gonna think about it, but I…” He shakes his head in disbelief and she smiles, nodding.

“Take your time, sweetheart. Go see your friends.” She nods in the direction of all of them, and Jens turns to look.

Sander’s arm is still draped around Robbe’s shoulders and Robbe is leaning into him. He can hear them laughing and can see Lena saying something dramatically to Moyo. Lucas is holding Lotte, and she’s holding the flowers, looking at Lena, smiling. He can hear Damien laughing.

All of his worlds, colliding.

And everything is okay.

Everything is perfect.

He stands there, looking, and wraps his arm around his mom again, pulling her closer.

“What’s up?” she asks, looking up at him, and he shakes his head, his mouth twisting into a smile.

He shrugs.

“I’m happy,” he says finally.

“Well, let’s go be happy over there. I think it’s almost time to go home.”

“Oh, uhm…” he stops her as she steps forward, grabbing her arm gently and pulling her back. She looks at him. “Would it… be okay if Lucas and I go to get something to eat? I didn’t eat before the recital, I was too nervous.”

She sighs, turning back to where Lucas is holding Lotte, the both of them laughing and whatever Lena’s saying now.

“Yes,” she says, looking back at him. “That’s fine.”

He grins, pulling her into another tight hug, squeezing her, and she groans.

“And because I know you want to ask but you aren’t going to, yes, he can sleep over if he wants to.”

“Oh,” he says, letting her push him away so her face isn’t burning in his chest. “I wasn’t even thinking about that, but thanks.”

She rolls her eyes and tugs at his arm.

“Come on.”

When they approach Jens’s friends, his mom calls Lotte’s name and she looks up at them over the flowers.

“It’s time to go home.”

Lotte pouts.

“But I’m having fun,” she says.

“You’re not going to have fun tomorrow morning when you’re too sleepy to do anything,” Jens says, and Lucas puts her down, letting her slide out of his arms. Lotte sighs and Jens crouches down to whisper to her. “I’ll bring you something for breakfast, okay?”

She beams brightly and nods.

“Come on, you can help me put the flowers in a vase when we get home,” their mom says and Lotte adjusts her grip on the bouquets, carefully looking around them as they go up the walkway. “It was nice meeting you, Lucas!” she calls out, turning to wave, and Lucas waves back.

“I think I should go too,” Rosa says as Lotte and their mom disappear from view. “My parents are probably waiting in the parking lot for me.” She leans up and kisses Lucas’s and Jens’s cheeks before hugging the guys and Lena. “Walk me out?” she asks Damien, and his cheeks flush red as he stammers, “Oh! Yeah, of course!”

Jens drapes an arm around Lucas’s shoulders as they watch them leave, hearing Lena squeal as Rosa holds Damien’s hand.

“If they don’t kiss outside, I’m gonna lose my shit,” she says, and the guys laugh.

“They are dating right?” Robbe asks.

“Not officially, no,” Lucas sighs. “They both adamantly refuse to acknowledge their feelings for each other.” “Ridiculous,” Moyo says.

“Okay, it is actually kind of late,” Lena says, looking at her phone screen. “I should go too.” She kisses them all on the cheek before going up the walkway, walking backwards to talk to them.

“I’m expecting all of your social media, that YouTube channel that Jens has told me nothing about—” Jens groans “Oh, my god” and Lucas giggles next to him— “Invitations to your birthday parties, and—” She points at Sander and Robbe— “an invitation to your wedding.”

Sander laughs, rolling his eyes, and Robbe scoffs, laying his head on Sander’s chest.

“Bye, Lena!” Moyo calls.

“Bye-bye, love you all!” She blows kisses and turns on her heel to make it all the way up the walkway, narrowly missing the armrest of a seat with her leg.

“She’s actually really sweet,” Moyo says.

“Yeah, once you get past her proclivity to be a nuisance,” Jens says. “She actually helps me calm down before recitals when I’m anxious. And she was the one to kind of adopt Rosa when she started here.”

Aaron’s phone buzzes in his pocket and he pulls it out as Jens presses a kiss to Lucas’s temple. He’s wearing platforms, Jens notices when he doesn’t have to bend down.

“Shit, my mom’s texting me, I have to go,” Aaron says, and holds a hand out to Lucas. As they shake, Jens looks past them, seeing that there’s almost no one left in the theatre.

“We should probably all go, actually, I think they’re closing soon,” he says.

When they get outside it’s dark. The stars are shining dimly, and in the light from the auditorium, Jens can just barely see his breath. Lucas holds his bag as he puts on his coat.

Jens hugs all of them, telling them he’ll see them later. Moyo walks in a different direction than the rest of them, and Aaron has to unchain his bike.

“I’ll give you your jacket on Monday,” he calls to Moyo before leaving, and Moyo gives him a thumbs up.

“So,” Lucas says when they’re gone, turning to face Jens and putting his arms on his shoulders. “What happened?”

“Hm?”

“With those people. Talking to you and Cecile? And your mom?”

LUCAS

Jens immediately looks away, his arms wrapping around Lucas’s waist, grinning.

“Well?” Lucas prompts, shaking him slightly.

“They, uhm… They said it was good,” Jens says, and then smiles again, biting his lip.

“Okay…” Jens gazes at him for a second and then drops his arms, stepping back so Lucas’s arms fall, and reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a small card and holds it out to Lucas. Lucas takes it, holding it up in the light to read it, a name, a number, an email. He flips it over, finding the back blank, and scans the front again.

“What’s this?” he asks, looking up, but he finds Jens’s eyes shining, his hand covering his mouth.

“What’s wrong?” Lucas almost drops the card, lifting a hand and setting it on Jens’s face, gently brushing over his cheek, but Jens shakes his head and lowering his hand, revealing a small smile.

“They— They want me to be in the Nutcracker next year,” he says, his voice breaking. Lucas freezes, his hand stopping on Jens’s cheek, and Jens chokes out a little laugh.

“What?”

“Yeah,” Jens says, nodding, and he steps closer. “They want me to be in the Nutcracker next year.” Lucas’s hand claps over his mouth, and he looks back and forth between Jens’s eyes, seeing tears gather.

“Shut up!” he says, dropping his hand, and Jens laughs, shaking his head. “Are you serious?”

“I am,” Jens says, and his voice breaks.

“What did you say?” Lucas asks, handing the card back and watching as Jens puts it in his pocket.

“Nothing, I— I kinda blanked,” Jens says, and Lucas can see that his cheeks are glowing red in the patchy light from the theatre. “They told me to think about it.”

“What are you thinking?”

Jens takes a deep breath, hunching his shoulders slightly, smiling as he looks at Lucas, his eyes sparkling.

“I think I wanna do it.”

Lucas beams from the inside out, reaching out and pulling Jens into a hug. Jens laughs, wrapping his arms around his waist and lifting him up.

“Oh, my god, baby…” Lucas says as Jens sets him down, and he presses his hands to Jens’s face, his index fingers sliding behind his ears and pulling him into a kiss. His cheeks are still warm. “I’m so excited for you.”

Jens smiles and tugs at his waist, pulling him into another kiss, before Lucas pulls away and pushes Jens’s hair back. It’s not as soft as usual, a little stiff with gel, but it won’t stay where he puts it, and he smiles.

“So how is this happening? Is it your studio that’s putting it on next year?” he asks.

“No, they’re getting people from a bunch of different studios,” Jens says. “They said they want it to be all teenagers and kids. Budding artists.”

Lucas pulls him closer, kissing his cheek and then his mouth, softly biting his bottom lip, and Jens sighs, lifting a hand and running his fingers through Lucas’s curls. Lucas can feel his smile against his mouth.

“Do you wanna celebrate with me?” Jens asks.

“How?” Lucas asks quietly after kissing him again.

“I don’t know, do you want to get chips or something? And I told Lotte I’d bring her something, so maybe a stop at a convenience store?”

“Yeah,” Lucas says, and kisses him once more before letting go and taking his hand.

“She loves you, by the way,” Jens says as they make their way down a sidewalk. “Lotte.” Lucas smiles, looking up at the sky, the starlight and city light. Jens puts their clasped hands in his coat pocket, gently brushing his thumb over Lucas’s hand.

“I love her, too,” Lucas says. “She’s so sweet.”

“She likes to make fun of me,” Jens says, and Lucas laughs.

“Everyone likes to make fun of you,” Lucas tells him.

“Is that why you like her? You just need someone else to roast me with?”

“Baby, you know I don’t have to look far for someone to roast you with.”

“Okay—”

Lucas interrupts him by giggling and tugging at his arm, stopping in the sidewalk to kiss him softly,

He waits outside as Jens goes into a convenience store to get something for Lotte. When he comes out, he’s putting into his ballet bag.

“Do you know what role they want you to have?” Lucas asks as they start down the road again.

“Uh… They may have mentioned the prince…”

Lucas stops, staring at Jens with wide eyes, and Jens walks past him for a few steps before turning, a broad smile having crawled across his face.

“You’re kidding me,” Lucas says, and Jens shakes his head. Lucas lets out a “Jens!” and crosses the distance between them, jumping on Jens’s back. Jens laughs and he grabs Lucas’s arms.

“You didn’t think to mention that to me?”

“I forgot!”

“Whatever.”

Lucas slides off his back and steps to his side, grabbing his hand.

“My boyfriend, the prince,” he says proudly.

---

JENS

“Oh, wait!” Jens exclaims, dropping the plastic fork in his bowl. He stops Lucas walking by grabbing his arm gently, and steps forward, glancing up and down the street. It’s empty, and the asphalt is reflecting streetlamps and stoplights. Jens steps away from Lucas, pulling the strap of his bag over his head and he sets it on the sidewalk.

“Come here,” he says, bending over and placing his bowl on his bag. Lucas watches him curiously, confused, but copies him, setting his bowl next to Jens and pausing to make sure it doesn’t tip over.

“What are we doing?” Lucas asks as Jens grabs his hand, pulling him into the street.

Jens doesn’t respond, instead just pulling him closer as they approach the middle of the street and kissing him. Lucas’s arms come around Jens’s neck with hesitation as Lucas tilts his head, and Jens lifts him again, spinning him in a circle. Lucas squeals, tangling his fingers in Jens’s hair as Jens sets him down, lifting a hand to brush Lucas’s curls out of his face.

Then he kisses him again.

Just because he can.

-- the end --

#can you believe this was supposed to be a oneshot #im actually so emotional #thank you to everyone whos been reading this #it means literally everything to me #<3 #i love you #(remember to drink water eat a snack take your meds and stretch your neck)#vds #van der stoffels #wtfock #skam nl #jens stoffels #lucas van der heijden

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i’m yours to keep, but yours to lose.

In the aftermath of a devastating loss, Sansa Stark and Jon Snow must navigate what it means to love and be loved. A modern day Jonsa story.

title: so it goes by taylor swift

When his phone rings, his heart sinks.

The last time his phone had rang with a Northern number, it had been because Robb was dead. This time when the unsaved number flashes across his screen, he already knows to expect the worst.

"Hello?" He greets on the last ring, picking up before his voicemail can. Something tells him he has to answer this call.

"Hello... Is this Jon Snow?"

It's an unfamiliar woman's voice on the other end. In the background he can hear snippets of other voices, the steady beeping of a machine. "...yes" he finally answers, rising up from where he sits on his couch to walk towards the front windows. "This is." He clarifies with more confidence and the woman lets out a thankful sounding sigh.

"I’m sorry to bother you like this, but my name is Alys, I'm calling from Wintertown Hospital." A pause, as if the woman is turning around, looking at someone. Despite the distance between them, despite being connected by just a single phone call, Jon knows this woman feels pity and sorrow as she makes this call. "I have a Sansa Stark here and you're-"

"Sansa?" Jon yelps, interrupting the woman before she can finish. "Is she okay? Why is she there?"

"There's been an incident..." The woman, Alys, explains. "She asked for us to call you..."

"I'll be there tomorrow." Is all he says before hanging up, his heart beating a steady pace within his chest. The last place he wants to go his back home, back North... But for Sansa... He would go anywhere.

When Jon arrives at Wintertown Hospital, he's running off six cups of coffee and zero sleep.

He had said he would be here today and he had meant it. And so he had stuffed a bag with clean clothes, his toothbrush, and after asking a neighbor to check in on Ghost, he climbed into his truck and sped away without a backwards glance. Stopping only for coffee, he drove straight from his little townhouse in King's Landing back North, back to the place he'd been born and raised, back to the place he once swore he would never again set foot in.

Rushing through the sliding glass doors, he impatiently waits behind a man checking in at the front desk, complaining of a persistent cough. "I'm here to see Sansa Stark!" He barks as soon as he's stepped up to the desk, a rush of emotions and caffeine sharpening his tone more than he intends. The nurse narrows her eyes, clearly unhappy with his tone- not that he can blame her. "Please, I got a call... From someone named Alys." He softens and at once, the nurse responds, giving a single nod before she's reaching for the phone.

"Alys will be down in a moment, if you'd like to wait over there." The nurse gestures towards the small waiting area, to which Jon gives his thanks and takes to the nearest chair, collapsing into it. A moment to himself leaves him lost in thought as a familiar flicker of sorrow twists in his heart, a reminder of the last time he'd been here in this hospital. Luckily he doesn't have long to wait, for it only takes a few minutes for him to notice a slim, well dressed woman approaching the check-in desk, only for the nurse behind it to point to where he sits now.

He's already on the edge of his seat when she approaches him instead. "Jon Snow?" She questions in the very same voice of the woman on the phone that had called him- so this was Alys. "Thank you for coming," she goes on when Jon nods, rising up to his feet as he stretches out a hand for her to shake. "I'm Alys, we spoke yesterday on the phone..."

"Please, tell me what's happened." Jon says and Alys gives a quick nod.

"Come with me." Is all she says, leading him past the desk and into a small room where a patient might first be seen, to have their vitals checked before being admitted into the hospital itself. "She's in a room, now, but first..." Alys trails off as they pass through this first room and into what must be the emergency room. "In here," she gestures for him to follow her into an empty room and she closes the door behind them.

"Is she okay?" Jon asks, impatient, unable to focus on anything beyond the state she's in.

To his relief, Alys smiles, though it is strained, uncertain. "She is unhurt, yes," she answers in a roundabout way, which douses the flicker of relief within him. "You are familiar with the Stark family, yes?" She asks, though the young Stark girl had explained to him that Jon was a childhood friend, more like a brother than anything else. Jon nods, but as he meets gazes with the woman, a cold sense of dread has already begun to fill him up. "Two nights ago... Ned, Catelyn, and their youngest sons were murdered."

For a moment, Jon cannot move, cannot think. Every single thought leaves his brain as he tries desperately to wrap his mind around what he's just been told. "They... They what?" He asks, feeling rather stupid when the words leave him. "Murdered?" He breathes, thinking of Bran, of Rickon, little boys he thought of more as brothers. He thinks of Ned Stark, a proud, noble man who had always treated him as one of his own. He thinks of Catelyn Stark, who had always ensured he had enough to eat. They had been his family when he'd not had one of his own. In the Stark's, he had brothers and sisters and parents- even if they weren't linked by blood or by name, they were family all the same. "I-I don't understand..."

"Neither do we, at least not yet." Alys admits, reaching out to gently touch his shoulder. "It seems politically motivated." Of course it would be, considering just who the Stark's were. The most major family in the North, Ned Stark ruled more like a king than governor, and his people would have had it that way, as it had once been thousands of years ago. But, despite it all, Ned never sought power beyond what he had, choosing to defer to the one true King of the Seven Kingdoms, once his friend Robert Baratheon, now his son, the spiteful and spoiled Joffrey. It would not surprise Jon whatsoever to hear that Joffrey's mother, Cersei Lannister, had her hands in this mess. There was no family in all of the Seven Kingdom's that would dirty their hands in such a way besides the Lannister's.

"But Sansa... And Arya!" He gasps, thinking not just of the young woman who's called him here, but of her dark haired little sister that once wrestled with her brother's in the mud of Winterfell's courtyard. "Is Arya....?"

"Away at school. She's safe and been sent for, you don't have to worry about her right now." Alys replies and once again, a rush of relief floods him, forcing him to close his eyes as emotions well up within him. "There's something else..." Jon raises his gaze back up and braces himself for whatever else is to come. "It was Sansa that found them."

True horror, true sorrow, rips through him at such a thought. He cannot imagine hearing the news that your family has been brutally murdered, let alone being the one who finds them in such a way. His heart twists, aching for Sansa and for Arya, too. "Can I see her...?" He hears himself whisper, knowing that suddenly the only thing he can do is see her, hold her, talk to her.

"Of course, come," Alys says and they step out of the room and back into the hall. It feels as if every pair of eyes in the area follows them as they walk the length of the corridor and around a corner. At both ends of the hall, Jon sees uniformed officers, surprising him. Alys must notice for she gives him an encouraging smile. "For her own protection," she explains, to which Jon nods, thankful that at least here Sansa would be safe. "In here," Alys continues, stopping at the second door on the left. She raises a hand and knocks twice before she twists the door knob and pushes the door open a few inches. "Sansa, honey, it's me... Can we come in?" She calls softly through the crack and Jon's heart skips a beat when he hears the muffled sound of her voice from within. "Go on," she urges him quietly, stepping back so Jon can instead step forwards.

With shaking hands, he pushes the door open the rest of the way, and steps over the threshold. She stands at the window, her back to him, her waterfall of red hair hanging down her back glimmers in the afternoon sunlight. For a single moment, he cannot move, cannot think, cannot even breathe- but then she's turning around to face him, her clear blue eyes dark and damp as they stare out across the room at him. He swallows, his mouth opens, but there are no words that come. No words but one... "Sansa..." Her name is a whisper from his lips, so quiet that from where she stands, she thinks she's only imagined him saying it at all. She takes a tentative step forward, as if she's as uncertain as he is, and so it is Jon that crosses the room in several strides, coming so close that if he only just reaches out a hand, he could trace the curve of her ivory cheek, could twist a lock of red hair around his finger. So close that he can hear the soft intake of breath she makes as the first tear streaks her cheek.

It takes only a moment longer for her to come rushing at him, propelling herself into his already open arms. The momentum of his embrace sweeps her off her feet and Jon closes his eyes as she buries her face into the warmth of his neck, her sweet scent as familiar to him as it had once been. As he holds her close to him, Jon can feel as she sinks into him and realizes that it is he alone who keeps her on her feet. "You came," she whispers, her breath warm against his neck.

He draws back, only slightly, just so he might look her in the eyes. Before he can stop himself, he's cupped her cheek into his palm, a reminder of a moment two years before when Robb had only just died. It had been the only time he's ever seen her cry. Back then, he was certain he'd never see someone so broken. He wishes he had been wrong. "Of course," is all he says before he pulls her back in, knowing without a doubt, there wasn't a single thing that could pull him away from her. Not again. Not ever.

And so he holds her, as he knows he always should have done.

#jonsa #actuallyjonsa #jon x sansa #moden au #my writing #i wrote this #and yes i absolutely did give the reunion scene a modern adaptation #also i should mention this might have darker tones so uhhh #trigger warning?#i guess?#maybe?#we'll see #but its better to be safe than sorry #ALSO #this is very much an au #so please dont be surprised for many store elements to be changed to fit the narrative

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ravenbrenna09 · 4 years

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Jij Verliest - Chapter Five: Clip 3

master list previous

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i didn’t have time to make texts i’m sorry

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Maandag 18:16

As soon as Milan came home, dragging Jonathan behind him, Robbe was ordered around the living room like a monkey, all for Milan’s movie night.

In the final weeks of the semester, he had mentioned it once or twice. Even with his job, Milan still liked to host parties and get-togethers. It was a speciality of his and he had been in the mood for something “casual,” as he said. He wanted to host a regular movie night, where all their friends got together and hung out once a week. When Milan had proposed the idea late Sunday night, they had all been skeptical about it.

If it had simply been between the four of them, it would’ve been easier to decide which day of the week. Milan had a set work schedule and Robbe was theoretically his own boss, so they had no problems. Lucas and Zoë, however, did not. And the boys’ planned beach-vacation didn’t help, either. However, aside from Amber and Luca, who already made plans with each other, the rest of them had Monday night free.

And so, the night began.

As soon as Jonathan changed into some of Milan’s sweatpants, he immediately stepped into the kitchen and took over—a happy by-product of being basically a master chef—and requested Zoë’s help. Between her and Milan, Zoë was easily the best cook.

Between Milan, Robbe, and Lucas, they worked to move the couch away from the television before doing the same with the loveseat. While Robbe and Lucas did most of the heavy lifting, Milan directed the two of them around. He insisted that it was because he was the only one with the “eye” for this sort of thing, but Robbe had a feeling that it was because he was going to be cuddling with Jonathan on one of the couches and didn’t want to get all sweaty.

Once the tables were set, they moved to adorn the wooden floors with blankets and pillows. The three of them shuffled from room to room, pulling their pillows and blankets from their beds. Milan and Lucas lightly bickered over the placement of the blankets. Robbe watched them in amusement as he draped his duvet cover over the loveseat to claim it.

As Robbe dipped into Zoë’s room to grab her gray blanket at her request, there was a buzz at the front door. Throwing the fabric over his shoulder, Robbe went to the front door and pressed the button on the speaker. “Hello?”

“Hey, Robbe,” someone said. There was a brief moment of panic, but his mind calmed down at the realization that it was Senne. Even though he didn’t need to, Senne continued, “It’s Senne. Can you let us in?” Robbe pressed the button to let them in. He could hear Senne shout toward the speaker, “Thank you!” but the speaker cut him off.

It wasn’t long before he heard the elevator door arriving and Robbe opened the door to the hallway

Senne stepped out of the elevator, still dressed in his work clothes, looking stiff and tense, with a backpack thrown over his shoulder. Robbe spotted Noor walking behind him. She was dressed in a red blouse and a black skirt with leggings and heels. As she moved down the hallway, Noor took off her heels, seamlessly keeping up with Senne.

Senne patted Robbe’s shoulder as he stepped inside and Noor gave him a hug, standing on her toes to press a kiss against his cheek. Even after the elevator door closed and they stepped inside the apartment, Robbe found his eyes looking down the hallway, searching for someone else. When Robbe finally followed them into the apartment and closed the door, he was thankful that neither one of them seemed to notice.

“Are you guys here for the movie night?” Robbe asked.

“Yup,” Senne said. Stepping toward the coat rack, Senne took off his shoes before turning to Noor. He took the heels out of her hands and placed them beside his own shoes. “Milan didn’t call us about movie night until this morning. Hence, why we didn’t come prepared.” As if to prove his point, Senne gestured to his and Noor’s outfits.

As Robbe opened his mouth to ask about Sander, Noor unintentionally cut him off. “As if. You’re better off than I am! At this point, my skirt is practically suffocating me.” She tugged at the waistline of her pencil skirt and frowned down at it. Senne nodded. “And you probably have at least three outfits over here. This is basically all I have for the rest of the night.”

“If you want, you can borrow one of my t-shirts,” Robbe said.

“If you don’t mind, I would love to steal one,” Noor said. “Plus I still need to see your stream set up that I’ve been hearing about. I’ve only seen part of it and I want to compare.” Noor rubbed her hands excitedly and smiled brightly. “Which one is your room?”

“The first door on your left,” Robbe said as Senne pointed to it. Noor smiled in thanks before moving that direction. She opened the door with a flourish before closing it behind her. Robbe could hear her shuffling around, likely heading for his desk.

Before Robbe followed her into his room, he turned to Senne. Despite looking desperate for a change of clothes, Senne was still standing in the foyer beside him, gripping his backpack with one hand. Even though Robbe hadn’t asked the question on his mind, there was a sly, knowing look on Senne’s face, as though he already knew what Robbe was going to ask.

Swallowing, Robbe asked, trying to appear nonchalant, “Is Sander coming too?”

Senne grinned brightly at Robbe before shaking his head. “Not tonight,” Senne said. Disappointment washed over Robbe and he tried his best to keep it at bay. “He switched shifts with Emilie so he could have Friday off. He tried to switch shifts with someone else to come, but he wasn’t able to. But he promised that he would be here for the next one.”

Robbe nodded. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” Senne said, still grinning. As Senne moved toward Zoë’s room to change into more casual clothes, he reached out and snagged the gray blanket from his shoulder. Before Senne fully stepped into her room, he paused, turning to Robbe. “Were you able to find someone to go with you?”

Robbe nodded. “Jens said that he’s going to go with me.”

“Good,” he said. “If you need someone else, just give me a call and I’ll come with you, too.”

“Thank you, Senne.”

Senne nodded, grinning over at him before disappearing into Zoë’s room.

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Maandag 21:32

Robbe: My hand is so cold.

Sander: Huh?

Robbe: My hand is so cold. I couldn’t hold your hand. I had the loveseat all to myself.

Sander: Oh, I’m sorry 🥺 I wasn’t expecting the invitation. And I really tried to get someone to cover.

Robbe: I know. I’m teasing you. I just wish you were here.

Sander: Maybe it’s a good thing I wasn’t.

Robbe: Why?

Sander: Because I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you. Our cover would’ve been blown in an instant.

Robbe: I think it’s the other way around. I wouldn’t have been able to let go of you. I definitely would’ve blown it.

Sander: Lol, I love your little koala moments. I don’t know how I can stand being apart from you for nearly a whole week.

Robbe: It’ll be rough. But at least we’ll have our phones.

Sander: That’s true.

Robbe: Maybe I can come to see you when I get back on Friday? We could go out to lunch or something.

Sander: That sounds great. I can’t wait. I’ll take you to the best place near the parlor.

Robbe: I can’t wait :) I wish we could meet up tomorrow.

Sander: Yeah, but I work the early shift.

Robbe: Yeah I know I’ve already said it but I wish you were here. Milan has been singing off-key the entire time.

Sander: I’ll be there next time. I’ll hold your hand beneath the blanket. And I’ll hold you ;) And I’ll also sing off-key the entire time.

Robbe: Well, it’s different with you.

Sander: How so?

Robbe: You’re cute when you do it.

Sander: Just cute?

Robbe: Cute. Adorable. Hot as fuck. Literally any other synonym.

Sander: Oh really?

Robbe: Yes. When Milan sings off-key, he’s just annoying.

Sander: What are you watching?

Robbe: High School Musical. The second one. Lucas had to leave after the first one. Which is fine with me. He and Jens were practically making out the entire last half of the movie.

Sander: Well, you won’t have to worry about that next time.

Robbe: How so?

Sander: Because that’ll be us next time 😏 And High School Musical is amazing. I’m sad I missed it.

Robbe: You can probably convince them to watch it next time too.

#jij verliest #wtfock #wtfam #wtfock fanfic #sobbe #robbe ijzermans #sander driesen #rosander #sobbe fanfic #twitch streamer!robbe #twitch streamer robbe #tattoo artist!sander #tattoo artist sander

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sonderthroughthestreets · 4 years

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Souls of the Underworld (Greek Myth AU)

Hi!!! I’ve been working on something for a while now and this is the first time I’m attempting something like this. This is a Greek Myth AU for sobbe and I don’t have everything figured out but I’m really excited to see where this goes! I’ll post the link but you can read it here too. I might have longer chapters going forward. Hope you enjoy reading it!

A/N: It’s an AU where they are demigods and it’s mainly centred around the Hades and Persephone myth. Enemies to Lovers, Fluff and Angst. No warnings apply (for this chapter) 1861 words

AO3

Special thanks to @to-enter-polaris (whose gifset themes had started all this) @fvae @robbesdriesen and @lieverobbe for helping me with this! I love you all dearly💞

She wasn't always like this.

It wasn’t always messy words screamed in anger and torn apart syllables. It wasn’t shattered glass and shattered parts of herself, a wreckage in the storm. And it wasn’t a stream of negligence, silence hanging in the air, unintentional at best.

In the cold nights of winter, it would feel like a ghost swallowed in the dark, like a walking corpse floating silently down the halls. The grey skies would engulf her whole being in the mornings, unable to let her move or get out of bed. She wouldn’t eat, she wouldn’t sleep, she wouldn’t tend to things that needed to be tended to. Some days she’d swear she’d burn this whole city, a bitterness in her throat as she grumbled the words lying under the covers.

But she wasn't always like this.

In the months of a new spring or in the sweet heat of the summer, she would be different, completely reborn of ashes. It was as if her body would wake up from slumber, rejuvenated and refreshed, and in the midst of her slowly healing soul, she would hold a small, little boy in her arms. She would sway him and sing him lullabies to sleep, and as he got older, she would kiss his injuries and welcome him to her bed when he had nightmares. And when he got older still, she would run her fingers through his dark hair and she would make him breakfast, cutting up fruit for him. She would lay kiwis, strawberries, blueberries, and blackberries, really any kind of berry, on a plate. Oranges and melons, apples and bananas. But as he got even older still, she told him that pomegranates were her favourite.

He would watch her slice open the rind and fiddle with the seeds, a yellow hazy glow surrounding her. The details of her face were hard to decipher, but her smile and warmth was there. It was a warmth as radiant as the sun. And that warmth would just slip away. Just when he felt like he could reach up and touch her, she always slipped away.

“Robbe,” he heard her voice, sweet as honey in the thick air. It echoed and faded into ringing.

“Robbe.”

His eyes abruptly opened and his body jolted in bed. Light peeked from the windows of his shared apartment, illuminating his room. The ringing hadn’t stopped and he realized it was the alarm on his phone buzzing. He let out a groan and turned it off. When his eyes focused on the screen, they widened to see the time. 08:35. He was late. He was very, very late.

Jumping out of bed, he threw on the shirt closest to him and headed for the bathroom. It was locked and as Robbe jostled the doorknob, he knew who was inside.

“Milan! Milan come on,” he yelled through the door. He brought his ear closer to hear him singing in the shower, completely unaware of his state of panic. Robbe sighed.

Just then, Zoë emerged from her room shuffling through the purse in her hands. She had an almost frantic look on her face as well.

“Robbe, have you seen my charger? I can’t find it and I have to meet Senne soon,” she asked him.

Sure enough, she was dressed for the fall weather, wearing a loose beige sweater layered over a fitted black full-sleeve, her blonde hair immaculately straight and her lips tainted with her favourite red lipstick. The effort wasn’t just all for Senne, but Robbe could smell the perfume he helped her buy and he noticed the extra rings she wore on her fingers. He could sense her frustration in not wanting to be late, to see him as soon as possible.

“Maybe try under the couch cushions,” he suggested. “Things always get stuck there.”

As Zoë turned into the living room to squeeze her hands through the cushions, Robbe tried knocking once more, calling out Milan’s name. When she returned with her charger, she thanked him and gave him a look of realization.

“Shouldn’t you be in class by now?” she asked.

“Slept in. And Milan is not helping,” Robbe rolled his eyes.

“Milan!” Zoë knocked. She turned back to Robbe. “He’ll be out soon. I hope,” she added. “We’re still meeting up tonight, right?”

She doubled checked her bag for her keys, her phone, and other essentials, then looked up to see how distracted Robbe looked. His mind was elsewhere, drifting through the memories of his dream, eyes fixated to the side. He could feel her watching him.

“Robbe?” Zoë asked. Robbe’s brown eyes lifted to meet hers finally and he tried to muster up the best smile he could manage.

“Yeah,” he said. Zoë didn’t look convinced but she also didn’t want to push him, especially when both of them were pressed for time and she knew how much Robbe didn’t like being late. So instead she opted to reach out and squeeze his shoulder with a solemn smile.

“I’ll see you tonight, then,” she said as she hurriedly left the apartment, the door clicking closed.

Robbe heard the shower stop and a humming Milan with a pink towel on his head opened the bathroom door.

“Finally!” he threw his hands up as he entered, ignoring Milan teasing him with a

“Wow, someone’s in a grumpy mood.” -

By the time Robbe rushed outside with his bike, the sun hid behind the clouds of grey skies. It smelled like rain, the petrichor oozing off the streets of Antwerp and as he rode, pedalling faster than ever, his energy depleted. His initial panic had worn off and now he just felt dread about going to class. As he turned a corner to the university, his mind kept seeping memories from his dream this morning. He always felt a twinge of bittersweet whenever he thought about his mother, but she never left his mind or heart.

The time spent with her in the summers, laughter floating through the air and the feeling of sadness when autumn came and she had to leave or the lonely winters when he was younger and it was just him and his papa, it all still burned in his memory. He’d just seen her the past month, but she had left again for therapy treatment. He’d speak with his dad from time to time with awkward pleasantries shared, but it just wasn’t the same, What little time he could spend with her, he cherished and whenever she left, he felt a gaping hole in his chest. God, he missed his mama.

Robbe quietly snuck into the lecture hall for his plant biology course, shaking his curls and trying not to rustle his brown jacket as he took it off. He sat in his seat next to Yasmina who gave him a squinty-eyed look.

“What?” he whispered.

“You’re late,” she whispered back.

“Yeah, and?”

“You’re never late.”

He glanced at her, her olive green hijab perfectly wrapped around her head and her pens laid on the desk neatly next to her notebook. Always on time, always prepared.

“Sorry,” was all he could say as he took out his own notebook, irritated that it was true but he couldn’t do anything about it now.

Yasmina looked like she wanted to say something but just then the door to the class opened and a student walked in. He slipped by unseen and promptly took what seemed to be the only seat available: next to Robbe. Others may not have noticed him, but Robbe’s eyes had followed him all the way until he sat down. He was donned in all black, shirt, jeans, jacket all black and his bleached blond hair looked almost white under the fluorescent lights. He had a strong jawline and perfectly tanned skin, radiating a glow Robbe didn’t know was possible.

When he glanced over at him, Robbe had turned his head back to his notebook so fast, he might have gotten whiplash. He tried to focus on the professor and his notes instead. Scribbling down the names of plants being mentioned, he also tried to slow his breathing. But that was pointless when the boy leaned over to look at his writing.

“You write the names in Latin and Greek?” he asked.

Robbe wasn’t expecting that question, yet he lifted his head to answer.

“Yeah,” he drawled slowly.

“Strange,” was all the boy said before looking straight ahead to the professor.

And Robbe didn’t know why but it irked him. For as long as he could remember, he’d been able to read and write in Greek and he would always accompany any Latin with Greek. Who was this guy, coming into class late, not even notebooks or a laptop open for notes, and what made him feel the need to comment on his notes? He hadn’t even seen him in class before now. If it wasn’t for the fact that he still felt groggy after waking up late, he’d probably say something, but instead he seethed in silence for the next hour and a half.

Once class ended and everyone packed up to leave, Robbe saw him glance over at him one more time, like he was deciding something, unsure and suspicious. Like he was sensing something. Sensing him.

Then he left.

“We’re studying Thursday for the midterm, right?” Yasmina piped up behind him. Robbe was almost startled.

“Yep,” he told her. “At 16:00?”

“Sounds good. Who was that?” she tilted her head at the now empty space where the boy had been.

“I don’t know. Never seen him before in this class,” Robbe shrugged.

“Me neither. Probably just transferred from another course or got off the waitlist for this one.”

“Probably.”

“I’m sorry I can’t make it tonight for the get-together,” Yasmina said as she lifted her bag. Robbe, his flat mates, and all their friends planned to spend some time together tonight at the apartment. It had been a while since all of them had been together, what with school and their own lives muddling in-between. Second year in uni for Robbe was turning out to be much easier than his first, but he still wanted to find time to dedicate to relaxing with his friends. Yasmina had been able to make it once before, but mostly she had to keep missing them.

“That’s ok. You know, you don’t have to apologize every time,” Robbe smiled at her.

“I know,” she returned the smile. “It’s just I really have to help out my parents and I wish I could be there.”

“Next time,” he blinked with a slight nod, lips curving up with sincerity.

“Maybe you could invite your new friend, too,” she teased.

“Again, I don’t know him,” he rolled his eyes.

While walking out of class together, he tried to ignore the nagging feeling inside of him that he would, get to know him that is. The nauseating feeling that irony would catch up to him. That feeling that there was something about that boy and he couldn’t be sure about him either.

The one that told him he sensed something in him too.

#wtfock #wtfam #fic #my fic #i really dont know what im doing but i hope you enjoy!

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chappedandfadedvds · 3 years

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Dec 4th, Friday 19:17

The station was rather busy, people rushing from place to place, as Jens, Lucas and Lotte had stepped off the train. They had taken the stairs up and let Lucas lead the siblings to wherever he had organised to meet his two friends.

While the atmosphere on the ride here had been rather cheery and full of them talking and joking, Lotte drawing them page after page of supposedly them three on a train, it had gotten tenser with each passing minute closer to their arrival.

Lucas next to him, grew definitely nervous, him turning completely silent as they walked over to another set of stairs they took down. Isa and Kes both hadn’t been told yet who his friend would bring along on his weekend visit. To the two boys it had sounded funny to just surprise his dutch friends. That was until now. Jens could definitely understand this to be a very hard thing to do.

But his boyfriend was determined and therefore Jens took his hand for a moment until they reached the outside. That’s when he let go again. Lucas smiling briefly back at him, when Jens pecked a kiss against his temple. So gentle, it could have been the older boy just leaning in.

And then Lucas’s smile doubled in intensity as he got excited to see two people spotting them, waving cheerfully.

Both the girl and the boy were dressed in thick coats and scarfs. Both with dark brown curly hair and friendly faces. Isa and Kes, his two best friends, as Lucas had told him so often before.

The girl’s face though quickly turned into an awfully big grin, as they came closer.

„Aaaaaah.“ She yelled, her hands raised to cover her mouth as she stared at the two boys and Lotte stopping infront of her.

„You okay there Ies?“ Lucas asked very amused, but just as much puzzled by her reaction, while pulling the giggling girl into a long hug.

„Oh my god luc! Finally!“ She exclaimed excited, leaning back in his arms, only to peck a kiss at his cheek and step back very pleased.

Lucas could only shrug, as he looked over to Jens. Both of them visibly unsure what to make of the girl infront of them. She definitely had a lot of energy. And was cute, as her eyes basically gleamed in the light of the station and streetlamps around them.

„Hello to you too? What’s up?“ Lucas tried again, hugging Kes, who did look just as confused at the girl next to him. Apparently a recent development of excitment, Jens guessed.

„I saw you holding hands on the stairs. You are... You know. Right?“

Oh. Okay, Jens got it now and so did Lucas freezing up in his step back to Jens’s side. The younger boy’s eyes transfixed on Isa, who couldn’t stop grinning.

„I had planned to tell you and talk about that at your place instead of here, but eh, yes.“ His boyfriend struggled to keep his voice steady, definitely succumbing to a whisper at the end.

„He is hot, well done.“ Isa certainly was bold, especially as she turned to face Jens and proceeded to wink at him, leaving Jens to feel as dumbfounded as Lucas looked like.

„How do you know?“ His boyfriend asked, curiousity slipping through.

„I’m confused, who knows what?“ Obviously the person being at a loss the most was Kes. Who looked bewildred between them back and forth, his face one big question mark, as he wrinkled his brows. He was unfortunately left to remain in his confusion, when Isa just went on to explain without giving much context.

„Well, Liv and me were kinda waiting for you. We sort of suspected it since last year at the gathering. The one you let Liv borrow your phone? Well she saw the links open in your browser and showed them to me.“

Lucas stared at her, mouth open, wide eyed at the girls confession.

Jens guessed that Lucas had absolutely not expected to hear this.

„What?“ His boyfriend asked in great disbelieve.

„Sorry, we just wanted you to figure it out yourself, I guess.“ She shrugged smiling apologetic, before topping it off: „Also you messaged Ralph on Grindr, he showed us. So that kinda really confirmed it. Love us, please!“

Isa sweetly batted her eyelashes at the poor boy staring back at her helplessly.

Jens couldn’t refrain from the sheer amusement crawling onto his face by the awkward revelation. He couldn’t quite pin down who Ralph was again. The name certainly had come up before. But it was clear that it was a shared friend of theirs, as Lucas blushed embarressed to have been caught.

„Somebody here who can help me out?“ Kes pleaded, forgotten where he stood next to Isa.

„Right.“ Lucas turned around to look at his best friend, who was patiently waiting to be let in on it. He got rather uncomfortable, so Jens decided to just fuck it and grab Lucas’s hand, squeezing it gently to let his boyfriend know that he wasn’t alone in this. Just like Lucas had done so often before for him.

„This is Jens. He is my boyfriend.“

Kes was blinking for quite a while, utterly overwhelmed, deep in thoughts about the introduction he had just been given by his best friend. Isa on the other hand was back again to grin at them overly happy about it all.

„Anyway. I’m Isa, and this gaping fish here is Kes. No worries, he’ll get over it. It is so good to meet you in person. Honestly. We’ve really just had seen you commenting on instagram so far. And Lucas just wouldn’t tell us who he’d bring, so consider the surprise succsessful.“

„Oh for sure. I’m super happy to be here and finally get to meet you all.“

While Jens and Isa finally found the moment to properly greet each other, Kes seemed to have come to a conclusion. The boy, still perplexed, now at least wasn’t staring any longer, instead he swallowed hard on something and took a step closer to put his hand on Lucas’s shoulder.

„Okay, this is weird. Ehem not bad, no, but weird. Since when do you know that you are also interessted in guys?“

„Not also. But just.“ Lucas corrected his best friend firmly, looking straight at him in hope Kes would get it. And he did.

„Oh, that’s fine too, of course.“

„Then I suppose always. I had a hard time admitting it though, hence the girls.“

The two boys cracking a smile as they hugged yet again, Lucas looking much more at ease now that this part of his coming out was over. At least to his best friends, who honestly were some of the most important people to be accepted by. Jens knew. He also knew that it wasn’t all of it, the crush on his best friend still kept a secret. And Jens now got both sides. Maybe best to not bring it up for now, or perhaps ever, given the hesitation in Kes’s reaction. He knew, he wouldn’t.

„Well, glad to see you happy. And eh Jens, it’s great to meet you too.“ Kes said, saluting Jens, before him and Lucas let go of each other.

It was then that the four were kinda reminded of the fith person standing infront of the station. Lotte cleared her throat loudly, asking for attention from where she had settled next to Jens, slightly hiding behind his arm, carrying her own small backpack.

„I’m cold.“ She complained, „And hungry!“, She added quickly, earning a smirk and nod from Jens.

„Seconded.“ He said, looking expectantly at Lucas to let him understand that they probably should get going. The cold definitely was biting now that Lotte had brought it up.

„We didn’t even say hi to you. God, I’m so sorry. Who are you?“ Isa asked, bending down to be at level with the little girl, a gentle smile on her lips.

„Lotte.“ His sister briefly replied, not yet convinced what to think about the two strangers picking them up from an unfamiliar station in an unfamiliar city.

„Honestly Lucas, we sent you off not even two month ago to finish school and support your mom, and now you come back with a boyfriend and a child. What happened?“

„Shut up.“ Lucas laughed at Isa, who was barely able to get through with her accusation, immediately falling into a fit of giggles, as she failed to look even a little serious.

„She is my little sister. And we are super grateful that you let us all stay over.“ Jens helped to explain an eight year old joining them on the trip, when neither his boyfriend nor the girl next to him were able to get a word out.

It took them a whole other minute to finally calm down enough to reply.

„Very much welcome. I’m so glad you do, because I have tons of questions now. I don’t think I could let you go anywhere else but my place.“ Isa declared.

„Oh no. This is Robbe and Sander all over again.“ Jens sighed defeated, Lucas continued to laugh, this time at him, while his two dutch friends looked rather puzzled at the dropped names. So his boyfriend simply waved them off, when Jens was trying hard not to be reminded of the hours long interview he had to endure by his own best friend and Sander two weeks ago.

„Ignore him.“ Lucas said, patting Jens’s shoulder. Not much of a comfort. Jens just wasn’t that comfortable to talk about it. But Lucas was happy and excited, so he wouldn’t keep it from him to explain everything his boyfriend wanted to.

„Well, let’s get going then.“ Kes announced, pulling Lucas closer, with an arm draped over his best friend’s shoulders, as the group began to move. Isa and Lotte sort of quickly caught up in their own little get-to-kow-each-other, leaving Jens to follow and feel contented to watch the two couples infront of him.

Kes leaned in laughing at something Lucas had told him.

„I can’t believe I never noticed. Fuck, Luc.“

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tagged: @odi-et-amo85, @tayspots

#week 6 #wtfock #skam #vds #jens stoffels #lucas van der heijden #chapped and faded #utrecht #wohooo #isa keijser #kes de beus #and little lotte

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chapter 34.5

When My Phone Turns Off

Doesn’t really go with chapter 34, but it happens before chapter 35, which will be posted soon! I couldn’t go without one last little piece. I hope you enjoy :’) (and again, sorry for any mistakes!) ❤️

Lucas wakes up on his back, which is the first odd thing he notices. The second is that there’s a weight on his chest, hovering over his body. The third is the mouth on his neck, slowly moving towards his chest. He sinks into the bed with a sigh, curling his hand in Jens’s hair. He feels Jens smile against his skin before his lips move back up to his jaw, trailing over his cheek, leaving a soft peck on his lips. “Morning,” he greets, voice still sleep husky, gravelly, as he nuzzles into Lucas’s neck.

Lucas blinks his eyes open and gazes up at him, smiling. “Morning. You’re awake before me.”

Jens kisses his nose before settling down atop his chest, cheek pressed to his skin as he wraps his arms around Lucas’s waist. “Yeah, that was always possible. I guess I was more interested in seeing you than sleeping.”

“That must be it,” Lucas hums, wrapping his arms around him in return, keeping him in place and ignoring the fact that the weight is a bit much. Today he plans to keep Jens as close as he can for as long as possible. “Do you have to go home today?”

“Well, no,” Jens says slowly. “Technically I don’t have to. But I think my parents would probably kill me if I don’t show up to school tomorrow and I can’t blame Robbe.”

Lucas groans, pressing his face to the top of Jens’s head. “This sucks.”

Jens squeezes his waist. “I know. But it won’t be like this forever.”

Lucas smiles. “You going to move in with me?”

Jens props his chin on his chest, trailing his hand down his side. He’s already gotten used to waking up to this sight, to this feeling. He doesn’t know how he’ll sleep without Jens’s warmth next to him. He wants to wake up to this every morning, without the building anxiety of knowing he’ll have to let it go soon. “Would you want me to?” Jens asks.

Lucas raises a brow. “What kind of stupid question is that? Having breakfast and dinner with you everyday, watching movies on the couch, kissing you whenever I want, having you in my bed every night…”

“Sounds perfect,” Jens agrees. He shimmies up to rest his head on the pillow next to Lucas’s, nosing at his cheek. “Maybe I’ll just have to do that.”

Lucas twists onto his side to look at him. “Do you think you’d do that? Move out of Antwerp.”

Jens shrugs. “Yeah, I think I would. Especially if it meant being with you.”

“Even if it meant having to travel to see your friends instead?”

“Even then. I spend more time texting you and wishing I could see you than hanging out with them as it is. I’d actually probably interact with them more if I had to miss them a little. If I didn’t have to think about missing you all the time.” Jens pokes his stomach. “What about you? Would you move to Antwerp?”

“In a heartbeat,” Lucas says honestly. Then he can’t help but add, “I’m not sure how your parents would feel about taking me in, though.”

Jens pokes his stomach again and makes a face at him, unimpressed. “We could go somewhere in between. So neither of us have to travel as much.”

Lucas thinks about it. Living with Jens. Having their own place. Coming home to him every day, not having to wonder when he’ll see him next, not having to feel that constant tightness in his chest caused by distance, not having to scroll through his Instagram for the millionth time late at night just to see him. He can’t believe Jens is talking about it with him and doesn’t sound like he’s joking. He’s casual and serious. As chill as ever, talking about making long term plans with Lucas. “Look at you, coming up with a compromise.”

“Well, we’ve always known I was the smart one,” he grins.

Lucas pushes his face away and flops onto his back again, laughing. “Fuck you.”

“If you want,” Jens says, cheeky, attaching his lips to his neck once more and sliding an arm over his waist.

“I’m beginning to think you have a neck fetish,” Lucas says, even as he turns his head to give him more space. He’s managed to stop him from leaving a mark so far, but if he keeps doing what he’s doing, Lucas knows that isn’t going to last.

Jens cups his cheek, drawing his head around to kiss him. “You’re the one who likes it. Maybe it’s you.”

“I happen to know you’re not particularly against it either.” Lucas runs his thumb over Jens’s pulse point for emphasis, smiling when it jumps under the touch. Jens takes a heavy breath and in one swift movement, Lucas is hovering over him, legs straddling his waist. He kisses his chin and smiles. “Hi.”

“Hi. What are you planning?” Lucas just grins, sliding his hands over Jens’s chest and leaning down to kiss him. Jens’s hands move over his back, pulling him against him, as Lucas toys with his waistband—

—and the door bangs open, Kes and Jayden’s loud voices filling the space and startling Lucas off of Jens. Jens rubs a hand over his face as Lucas pulls the duvet up to his neck, glaring at the idiots still stood in the doorway. Kes is biting back a smile and politely averting his gaze while Jayden smirks, raising his brows suggestively. “Sorry to interrupt, lovebirds, but we made breakfast so get your asses up.”

Lucas raises a brow as Jens furrows his. “You made breakfast?” Lucas asks. “What, are you trying to poison him before he leaves?”

“We’ve already tried it and we haven’t died,” Kes defends. “You need the energy so you can go back to your...activities.”

Jayden steps into the room and grabs Lucas’s foot, dragging him towards the end of the bed. Lucas latches on to Jens to keep himself in place and whacks Jayden with his pillow until he lets go. “Stop,” he pleads, trying not to laugh as Jens pulls him back up against his chest. “Get out. We’ll be there in a minute.”

Jayden tosses the pillow at them from where Lucas had dropped it at the end of the bed and bounds out of the room, pleased with himself. Kes points a finger at them as he steps into the hallway. “Ten minutes and we’ll be back. No time for funny business.” Jens and Lucas both flip him off as he winks and closes the door.

Lucas immediately turns towards Jens, cuddling into his chest with a groan. “I hate them.”

“They just wanna get the full share of their last day with me,” Jens argues. “They’re sweet. But I might have to kill them later.”

Lucas laughs and settles in for another round of kisses before they drag themselves out of bed.

~^~

Later in the day, when they’re all gathered in the living room and messing around, Kes pulls Jens aside. Lucas notices—of course he does—but simply gives them a nod. Jens follows Kes into the hallway and leans against the wall, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

“I take it this isn’t for a heartfelt goodbye,” Jens raises a brow.

Kes huffs a laugh. “No. I like you, man, don’t worry. It’s just...Lucas doesn’t have anyone else to do this for him. I mean, Jayden of course, and Liv and Ralph are great. But Luc and I have always been like family. I’m sure you already know he’s had a rough time of it lately.”

Jens nods. “He’s been more open the couple of times we’ve been together. I get the impression he doesn’t like talking about it much. But he does talk to me.”

At that, some of the tension seems to seep out of Kes. “Okay. That’s good. I know he’s kinda given you a hard time, too. He fucked up, even I told him that. But no one was more pissed at him for it than himself. He told us, a while before. He was already so gone for you, man. He didn’t wanna tell you because he was so scared you’d hate him. I know he’s already explained everything, but in case you still needed proof...Jayden and I were there. Luc, he’s the best person I know, and I’ve always hated seeing him have a hard time of it. I’ve never seen him as happy as he is with you, and I need to know you’re as serious as he is.”

“I’m completely serious,” Jens answers. “Things were shitty for a while, but I missed him more than I was ever mad at him. No one makes me happier than Luc. I love him too. I’m gonna do my best not to fuck it up. I promise.”

Kes sighs in relief. “I know you don’t need to, but it makes me feel better. It’s good to know he has someone else planning on taking care of him.”

Jens squeezes his shoulder. “I’ll try my best.”

“I’ll try my best to make sure he doesn’t fuck it up again. And that Jayden doesn’t scare you off.” Jens laughs. “You’re good for him, Jens. Really.”

“Thanks,” Jens grins. “Glad I have your approval.”

Kes slaps his back then reaches up to hook an arm around his neck, dragging him back into the room.

~^~

Lucas watches Jayden toss himself at Jens, arms flinging around his shoulders and clinging to his coat, and huffs a laugh. Jens only smiles, hugging him back tightly and ruffling his hair when they part. Lucas is a little surprised when Kes goes for a hug too, and finds himself a little amused that Jens has more inches on him than he realised.

They decide to wait outside while Lucas heads into the station with Jens, which they’re both grateful for. They find an emptier area off to the side and Jens turns to him, only to immediately be engulfed in a hug.

This is the hardest part.

It had almost killed Lucas to tear himself away from Jens last week, even with the other’s comforting kisses and reassurance. It feels worse, this time. He feels like he misses Jens already, even while holding him.

Jens kisses the top of his head and Lucas finds himself saying, “Would you really want to live with me?”

He tightens his hold when Jens pulls away, not really wanting the other boy to see his expression, to realise how much Lucas needs a good answer to this question. “I’d really love to live with you,” Jens says softly. “It’s part of my long term plan. I can’t see how it would work right now but...someday. I just need you to stay with me until then.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Lucas squeezes him. He pulls his head back, tilts it up to look at him. “That kind of goes against our day by day deal, though.”

Jens shrugs, pursing his lips. “Sometimes a day is too much, and that doesn’t work. Even a minute can feel like forever if it’s a shitty one. So those times you can just remember...someday.”

Lucas smiles. “Sometimes I don’t know where these bits of wisdom come from.”

“It’s all the weed.”

Lucas laughs. “These are your high thoughts, then?” Jens nods, smirking. “That makes more sense.”

“Thanks,” Jens rolls his eyes. He rests his forehead against Lucas’s and says, “I mean it, though. Someday.” Lucas closes his eyes and nods, tucking his head into Jens’s shoulder one last time. “I love you.”

Lucas smiles, feeling the tightness is his chest ease. “I love you, too. Everyday.”

Jens laughs, then pulls him into a goodbye kiss. “Everyday,” he agrees.

#van der stoffels #vds #jens x lucas #wtfock #skam nl #when my phone turns off #wmpto

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What You Know - Theonsa

for @mariah-on-fire 1,400 words Rated T What You Know - Two Door Cinema Club

A/N; Modern AU, High School AU

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THEON

“Of course I’ll go with you!” she said, her pretty face breaking into a grin. Theon tried to force the blush from his own face in response, but it didn’t work. She didn’t seem to notice, though. “I’m going to find a dress, alright? I’ll text you and let you know what colour your tie should be.”

“That’s fine,” he said, looking down at his hands. “I’m gonna go back over there, okay?”

Her friends were side-eyeing him, and as much as he liked Marg, he wasn’t a big fan of Jeyne Poole. Probably the three and a half dates he’d gone on with her and never called her back. That would certainly make things uncomfortable.

Plus, he’d left his lunch back at his table.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s fine!” she was practically bouncing in her chair. “Thank you so much for asking me, Theon. I didn’t think I was going to get to go since I just broke things off with Joff, you know?”

At the mention of that little shit’s name, Theon’s skin crawled. But he didn’t pass that on to Sansa. He merely smiled. “Anytime, love. I’m glad you want to go with me.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” she countered, reaching over to squeeze his hand. “I’ll text you, okay?”

“Kay.” He rose and went to go back to his table. He tried to be the very picture of nonchalance, even as he heard the collective squeal from Sansa’s friends once she told them what he was asking her.

He slid back into his seat, Robb looked at him expectantly. “So...”

“So...”

“How’d it go, numbnuts?” Gendry asked, chucking a chip at him.

Theon shrugged and grabbed the chip, popping it in his mouth. “She said yes. As if you lot weren’t staring at us the entire time.”

“You know she’s on the rebound, right?” Robb asked, taking a sip from his soda. “She’s only just broken up with that shithead. As much as I’d like for this to work out---“

“I only asked her to be nice,” Theon reminded him. “I know she likes this stuff and would want to go. It’s my good deed for the week.”

Gendry snorted.

“What?” Theon asked, eyes narrowing.

“Come off it, mate,” Robb said. “I don’t care.”

Theon shot him a look of confusion. “Okay? Neither do I?”

“Theon’s warm for Sansa,” Gendry stated as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

“No, I’m not,” Theon argued. “I’m being a good friend.”

Robb laughed out loud.

“I am!” he insisted.

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SANSA

“You know why he asked you, don’t you?” Marg asked, swiping around on her phone while Sansa tried to pour herself into a mermaid cut gown. It was emerald green and looked amazing on her, but it was a bit tight.

“To be nice,” Sansa said, tugging up on the bodice and placing her hands on her hips. “What about this one?”

“You look amazing, but you won’t be able to dance,” Marg said. “Get something with more fabric.” Sansa reached for the zipper and slid out of it again, placing it back on the hanger. “And no, he isn’t doing it to be nice,” Marg said. “C’mon, Sans. You have got to know.”

“About what?”

“The bloody torch that boy’s been carrying for you!” she exclaimed.

“What torch!” she asked, reaching for the next gown.

Margaery arched an eyebrow. She was so bloody good at that it made Sansa want to smack her sometimes.

Not really.

“Theon’s crazy about you,” her friend insisted.

Okay, a bit.

“He isn’t,” Sansa insisted. “He’s older, and he’s got no problems getting dates with anyone.”

“Except you. He’s been waiting for you to be single since you turned sixteen.”

“He doesn’t want to date me.”

“He does so.

Sansa’s eyes widened. It did make sense. Was it possible it could be true?

“Gods, should I cancel?” Sansa asked.

“No,” Marg laughed. “Not unless you don’t like him back. And I know you do, so don’t even try to lie to me.”

Sansa chewed on that a moment, pressing her hands down the bodice of the gown, gazing into the mirror and never really seeing anything.

“What if you’re wrong, though?” she asked.

“I’m not. Get over yourself and go for it. You deserve a good guy after Joff,” she grimaced.

Marg was seldom wrong.

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THEON

He picked her up at her house, meeting Robb and Margaery there as well. After the group pictures were over, they all piled into his car, with Sansa taking the passenger seat. She was quiet, almost hugging her knees in the gown she’d chosen.

It was blue, like the ocean.

She’d sent him a picture of it while she was still wearing it in the store. She looked gorgeous. He found himself opening the message to gaze at the picture a few times since then.

He’d taken it to the place he was renting his tux from and they’d matched his tie and waistcoat with the picture.

It was pretty close now that he was looking at it.

“Alright, Sansa?” Theon asked, shifting into a higher gear once they were on the main stretch of road.

She smiled at him from her side. “Yeah. Just a little nervous is all.”

He sniffed. “Why? You’re a knockout.”

Her smile deepened and she gave him this look that made him want to keep saying nice things. But he couldn’t think of anything and Marg had started singing along to some song that came on the radio. It lasted until they got to the school.

Theon went to drop them all off at the gym entrance, but Sansa stayed in the car with him while Robb and Marg got out and went inside.

“You sure?” he asked, still idling. “It’s a walk, it looks like.”

She nodded and he shrugged, pulling away from the curb and driving round to the car park behind the gym. He had to park almost at the lacrosse and football fields, but she didn’t seem to care. She got out and waited for him to check his hair in the mirror and circle around to stand beside her, his hands in his pockets.

They stood there for a second and then she moved, clutching both his jacket lapels in her hands, careful of the corsage he’d gotten her. She didn’t have to rise far, she was a bit taller than him with heels on, but he stopped her just before her lips touched his. As much as he didn’t want to stop her, he did.

“Sans...” he whispered. “You don’t have to do that if you don’t want...”

“What would make you think I wouldn’t?” she asked.

“I mean, you don’t owe me anything.”

“Theon Greyjoy,” she said, sounding for all the world like she was scolding him, but she was smiling. “I know that.”

“And you’d still---“

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you since I was ten years old,” she admitted, her eyes shining as she gazed right into his. “Now, if you’re not going to stop me again...”

He shook his head, inhaling sharply as her lips touched his. It was a light kiss, and if he hadn’t had his hands in his pockets like a loser, he’d have wrapped both arms around her and deepened the kiss, but as it was, it was probably fine. If he started deepening kisses, they’d never go inside the gym, they’d just snog in the parking lot all night.

“Since you were ten, you say?” he whispered.

Giggling, she rolled her eyes. “Give or take. How about you?”

“I can’t remember a time where I wouldn’t have kissed you.”

Groaning, she straightened his lapels. “You just can’t stand it, can you? You just had to try and show me up.”

He laughed and pulled his hands out of his pockets, reaching for her hand and lacing their fingers. “Did I show you up just now?”

“I dunno...” she said. “I’m pretty amazing. You have your work cut out for you” She was being facetious, but he couldn’t agree more.

“You are, you know?” he said softly.

She pursed her lips to stifle another laugh and tugged on his hand. “Come on. I want to slow dance and make all the girls jealous that I’ve snagged you.”

He didn’t know about other girls being jealous, but she was right about one thing. She had him.

#Theonsa #Theon x Sansa #Sansa x Theon #Theon Greyjoy #Sansa Stark #Modern GoT au #Theonsa fic #got #game of thrones #Theon/Sansa #Sansa/Theon #Song Prompts 2020 #mariah on fire #my writing #orange

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#2: Jealousy

Sander rarely manifested his emotions.

Because of anxiety, he had learned from an early age, to look calm, even when he felt like he was suffocating inside. There were few people with whom, he felt free to let himself go, first and foremost Robbe, to whom he had voluntarily shown his most vulnerable, saddest, happiest, angriest side. At the beginning it hadn't been easy. He wanted his boyfriend to see him as a strong, dominant, and always in control, human being. Sander was afraid, that, if he let himself go, if he revealed all of his emotions (and he had many of them, too many, too intense), Robbe would have left him right away. Over time, however, the love he had received, made him understand, that showing his weakness, didn’t mean making himself less powerful, in the eyes of the other.

Robbe was more emotional, and he looked at Sander every day with admiration, because of the way he managed to smile despite everything. His mysterious aura never disclosed too much about him. On the contrary, he felt as if everyone could read his thoughts, directly on his forehead, like an open book. In particular, Sander did it ridiculously easily. Robbe liked it, because if struggling, he could completely give himself in to his boyfriend’s care, who knew exactly what to do. Always.

Both were quite possessive. There had been times, in which Robbe had left a more evident mark on his boy's neck, and others in which Sander wanted to lock Robbe up in a room, to keep him for himself only. But it all ended there, neither of them had ever screamed in someone else's face, because of their jealousy.

It was a Saturday, on morning, in autumn, when Robbe and Sander crossed the city to visit a photography exhibition.

"I wish I had half of that photographer's talent."

Sander was frustrated. He loved to draw, but photography had been his first love. When he was 14, his parents had given him his first camera, and from that day, he never stopped taking pictures. He often found himself daydreaming, about the possibility of taking pictures, simply by blinking. Having images to look at in his mind, every time he wanted. He often thought about it, when he was with Robbe, in moments when, grabbing the camera to take photos, would have been totally inappropriate, but being able to capture his boyfriend’s perfection, would have made him feel unbelievably fulfilled.

However, Sander had been stuck for about a year, bored with his own style. He had tried experimenting with Photoshop, with analog photography, with black and white photography, but nothing convinced him. That is why, that morning, they had decided to visit the exhibition of a photographer that Sander loved.

“You are always way too hard on yourself, your photos are amazing! The ones you gave Lucas and Jens were among my favorites."

Although Robbe's words filled him with pride, there was always a voice inside his head, that kept telling him he was not good enough, that he had to give up and start studying to find an actual job. He didn't know, if it was the perfectionist in him, or his anxiety disorder, but, in any case, Sander was convinced, that in his life, nothing would have made him feel as happy as he felt, every time he finished a new drawing, a new painting, or looking for the first time at a photo, he had taken.

"Thanks, but we both know, that, as much as your opinion is the most important to me, you are also very biased."

He gave a sweet smile to his boyfriend and pressed a kiss on his cheek. Robbe laughed, and it took Sander all of his willpower, not to drag his boyfriend somewhere to give him all the kisses. He felt lucky, but he still couldn’t explain to himself, how Robbe could be the sweetest human being in some moments, and turn into the sexiest man alive in others (much more private) occasions.

It was a very cold day, despite the sun shining in the sky. Both began to feel their fingers stiffen, so, by mutual agreement, they decided to stop in a nice café, to have a couple of hot drinks.

Sander opened the door, to let Robbe in, and they were about to wait in line, when he heard his phone ring in his pocket.

“It's Charlotte, I have to pick it up. Can you get me a coffee and something sweet to eat? I'm going to look for a place for us to sit.”

He walked away, while answering the call. The cafeteria was very crowded, but luckily, he managed to find a table, from where he also could see his boyfriend waiting for his turn. He really liked to watch Robbe from afar. He loved to see him simply being himself among others.

“Lot, I can't hear you, I'm in a cafeteria. I'll call you right away, as soon as I get out. "

He hung up the phone, hoping his sister had heard him, and looked up from the screen, then, back at his boyfriend. It was his turn. The barista was clearly giving him bedroom eyes, while Robbe was completely clueless. He still didn’t understand, how his boy could be so unaware of the power, he got on the people surrounding him. Sander had spent years trying to make him understand, how irresistible he was, but the results had been very poor. Sometimes, when they were alone, Robbe realized, how much Sander was clay in his hands, and this drove them both crazy.

At that moment, the guy behind the counter kept throwing him languid looks, while he was trying to decide which dessert to order. Sander would have never, in his entire life, over his dead body, made a scene, but he was feeling the blood boiling in his veins, especially when, as Robbe were approaching their table, he noticed a detail, that almost made him set the whole place on fire.

"Why are you making that face? Did something happen with Charlotte? "

Sander raised his eyebrow even higher, while his boyfriend was sitting in front of him, placing the drinks on the table.

"I see you've been lucky."

His voice was dry. He knew he shouldn't have been upset with Robbe, who was probably oblivious to that whole situation, but he just couldn’t contain himself.

"What are you talking about?"

Robbe frowned, trying to take off his jacket without spilling the drinks, or hitting one of the other customers by mistake.

Sander turned the cup, to show him what the barista had written on it, with a large black marker, and the boy's jaw immediately dropped open.

"What the f-"

He turned himself quickly to look at the counter, meeting the gaze of the phone number’s owner written on the cup.

"Robbe."

He didn't know, why he was reacting in that manner. He had never felt so jealous, so possessive, in his life. He wanted to force the guy to watch them while... no. Nobody was allowed to see Robbe looking like that, he was the only one, who had that honor and he would have done anything, to keep the situation that way. Forever.

"I'm sorry, I swear, if I’d only noticed it- "

This was not how it was supposed to go. It wasn't Robbe’s fault. It was definitely all wrong. He had to put himself back together, regain control of himself and his emotions. He took a deep breath and went back to being, what his boyfriend needed, but of course, without forgetting to take advantage of the situation, to feed his ego, and show the barista his and Robbe’s place.

"Come."

It sounded almost like an order, and that was exactly what it was supposed to be. The boy frowned, but got up anyway. Sander took his hand, making Robbe sit next to him on the booth. He took his boyfriend’s leg under the table, placing it on his own. Sander, actually, wanted to have him sit on his lap, but he knew, it would embarrass the other, and he didn't want his little revenge on the barista, to turn into a punishment for Robbe.

He slowly brushed his fingers on his boy’s thigh, coming dangerously close to his groin, enjoying the way Robbe was trying to mask his reaction.

"What are you doing?"

His boyfriend whispered, resting his head on Sander’s shoulder, who was feeling, by the minute, more powerful and proud. He couldn’t write his name on Robbe’s forehead, but he was making sure, that the entire world understood, who that that boy belonged to.

"What am I doing?"

He smiled, very satisfied, and took the cup of coffee with the infamous phone number written on it. Sander begun to sip the dark liquid, looking the barista in the eyes, while he kept lustfully touching Robbe’s leg. He wasn’t sure, if that slow, but steady movement, could be seen from afar, but he knew, that the way his boyfriend was literally melting on him, didn’t leave much room for imagination. He felt Robbe's lips trace small kisses on his neck.

"Let's go home, please."

At that point, Sander could have been satisfied by himself, anyone else would have been pretty much proud, but not him. He knew, he could push that whole situation, a little closer to its limit. He was feeling Robbe's urge become more and more intense, while sneaking closer and closer, agonizing for more physical touch. By now, their legs were entwined under the table and his boyfriend was really close to finally sit on his lap.

"I want you."

Robbe's voice was almost a whisper, but Sander heard it like a jolt down his spine.

The euphoria he was experiencing, at the time, was absolutely impossible to describe. He pressed his lips against his boyfriend’s. That kiss immediately turned into something deeper and lascivious. He felt every inch of skin tingling, craving Robbe, in a way that had never happened before. He didn't even care about the people, who were probably looking at them. Actually, he really care a lot about then, because they were making that game even more exciting.

Sander suddenly realized, that they wouldn’t make it home, without risking losing the feeling, that was taking over their senses. He was sure, he would have had the best sex of his life, if only he had ridden those sensations until the end, and he had to do it right away.

"Let's go to the restroom."

He managed to say, catching his breath, pulling away from Robbe's lips, who immediately raised his eyebrows.

"Do you really wanna-"

Sander didn't even let him finish the sentence, he needed to touch those delicious lips, so tempting. He ran his thumb over them before kissing them again. He felt completely drunk with love for that boy. His boy.

He stood up and took Robbe's hand, giving him a look, that he knew the other couldn’t resist. He made each one of his moves dramatic and theatrical, to make sure, that his intentions were clear to everyone, especially that someone, who was now staring at them from behind the counter. He drew Robbe closer to him, putting an arm around his waist. Sander took the skin on his boyfriend’s jaw between his teeth, biting it not so lightly. Robbe didn’t shy away from that gesture, on the contrary, he came even closer to him, grasping Sander’s sweatshirt with his small fist.

Robbe looked up, and in that moment, Sander saw the intensity of his boy’s eyes. He was swimming in his exact same wave of lust, that soon would have swept them away.

Somehow, Sander managed to take a quick mental note: sometimes surrender to his own emotions wasn’t bad at all.

#wtfock #robbe ijzermans #sander driesen #robbe x sander #sobbe #drijzermans #rosander #wtfam #fanfic #one shot

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nbrook29 · 3 years

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11 goofy kiss pls<33

4, 7 for Sobbe omg👀💫👀💫 your talent kgnfjfnlfkf ...

Can you do 15 or 20? Or both for sobbe

Sooo this isn't really on the list of prompts but maybe you could write something about Robbe being totally obsessed with Sander's pouty bottom lip - whenever he sees it he has to pounce on it and kisses/bites/touches/pulls on it. Sander is either turned into a wreck or he teasingly indulges Robbe's obsession

Hi! :)

based on But do you REALLY want the K?

Goofy kiss + Eyelid kiss + Distract kiss + Shut up kiss + Asker’s Choice

In hindsight, Robbe should have seen it coming.

When his school announced that they had received funding to organize free 6-month workshops for their students and local college students after hours, it got his interest right away. Especially when it turned out that the offered courses focused on more niche subjects.

Robbe has always felt some inexplicable fascination with Scandi culture, Norwegian in particular. In fact, ever since he discovered the multiverse theory he’s been half-convinced there must be a Norwegian version of him existing somewhere out there, which would explain this unusual interest of his.

So when he was scanning the list of available courses and his eyes caught Norwegian 101, his heart beat a little faster and he giddily signed up right away.

And then Sander signed up too, claiming that a) if there’s a Norwegian version of Robbe there must be a Norwegian version of Sander too, thank you very much, so it is his duty to learn a little bit of his alter ego’s language, and b) it’s going to be a perfect opportunity for them to make up for the fact that they didn’t experience being in high school together. He’s always all pouty when he talks about it, mourning all those lost opportunities of them making out against a window sill in biology classroom or having secret meetings in the bathroom during class and demands compensation in the form of extra long makeout sessions in Robbe’s bed.

Robbe doesn’t exactly mind, neither the joint classes nor kissing the pout away, which always effectively shuts him up. Quite the contrary actually. Ever since Sander texted him a screenshot of the participants list with DRIESEN SANDER under D, he’s been all hyped up at the prospect of the two of them studying together.

His friends don’t exactly understand why he’s willing to spend his free time in their school building but at least Yasmina shows interest in the workshops as well, signing up for a few, Norwegian included.

He and Sander are the first ones to arrive to the Monday session, and when Sander notices that the classroom is still empty he wiggles his eyebrows grinning at Robbe cheekily, spins him around in a swift move and pins him to the window sill, his hands going around his thighs to make him sit down on it.

“Is this everything you dreamed about and more?” Robbe chuckles at the delighted look on Sander’s face, legs snaking around his waist to hold him tighter.

“Yes, I got you right where I want you,” he replies smugly and doesn’t wait another second before pressing a tiny kiss to his lips, then another one, and another, until Robbe makes a soft noise of protest making Sander finally give in and kiss him properly, dipping his tongue past his lips in no time. Robbe lets one of his hands slip down, making his path down his back over the black denim jacket, stopping barely above Sander’s belt, and then without second-guessing himself goes down even lower to give his butt a firm squeeze, because it’s just so... deliciously squeezable.

They only break apart when they hear someone clearing their throat and when Robbe catches the sight of Yasmina regarding them with amusement, he quickly disentangles himself from Sander, wiping at his mouth with poorly hidden embarrassment. Sander is unfazed, as always, turning around with a swagger and shooting Yasmina one of his most charming smiles. She’s not a sucker for it though, contrary to Robbe, so she just fondly rolls her eyes shaking her head at their antics.

The classroom starts to fill in quickly after and before they realize the only empty seats left are placed in the back. Only Yasmina manages to snatch herself one closer to the front. Sander graciously allows Robbe to take the only unoccupied spot in the sixth row and he himself marches over to row eight.

The first hour and a half flies by and Robbe is having more fun than he anticipated. The teacher, Vilde, is young, she’s quirky in that positive way and her approach to the subject differs from what Robbe is used to during his regular classes.

He takes notes diligently and tries to participate as much as possible but he struggles with pronunciation when asked for reading a few words out loud. When Vilde asks Sander to read them, he does it with flying colors, the jerk, and the girl is so impressed that she calls him a natural, praising his perfect pronunciation of “engelsk” and “kjole” while smiling a bit too much and too wide at him. In Robbe’s humble opinion.

Once she goes back to writing on the board, he turns around to see Sander giving him a shit-eating grin so he does the only right thing in this situation and sticks his tongue out at him.

They are two hours in when Robbe gets hit in the ear with a small paper ball which then lands perfectly in the middle of his notebook. He throws a glance at the obvious suspect but Sander seems to be deep into copying the grammar rules from the board to his MacBook.

His elegant handwriting gives him away though.

Du er digg 🖤

Vilde mentioned that last word just five minutes ago, more as a fun fact than anything else but of course Sander caught and remembered it.

He’s fighting against the beaming smile that threatens to take over his face because he doesn’t want to look like a lunatic to everybody around. Sander isn’t bothered by things like that though so when Robbe looks at him again he’s resting his chin on his hand, staring at him unabashedly with a grin of his own as he notices the flush on Robbe’s cheeks.

He tells him as quietly as he can to quit distracting him to which Sander raises his arms in surrender and with a feigned-serious expression busies himself with the given exercise. If Robbe then tucks the note into the back of his notebook no one needs to know.

Not even a full five minutes pass when another paper ball lands on his desk. Robbe heaves a long-suffering sigh and raises his eyes to the heavens because yes, now he has to deal with a rebel of a boyfriend.

When he straightens out the note, he snorts.

Do you like me?

Circle YES or NO

🖤

Seems like Sander is having lots of fun acting out this high school romance fantasy.

He decides to indulge him and reaches for a red ink pen to circle YES. Then, he adds a bunch of crooked hearts (because he’s not the artist in this relationship) on a whim. Once he makes sure Vilde isn’t looking in their direction, he throws the note back to Sander, but not without catching the disapproving look from Yasmina who rolls her eyes so hard Robbe is surprised they aren’t stuck. He just shrugs at her without remorse.

Sander opens the paper ball as delighted as a child opening their Christmas gift and when he sees the answer he pretends to swoon in his chair, blowing him a long kiss from above his notes.

“Sander, I think you should be paying attention.” Vilde’s reproach pulls Robbe from gazing at his boyfriend like a love-struck puppy and he immediately shoots him a cheeky grin because it’s just really satisfying to watch him being scolded by a teacher.

“Yes, yes, you’re right,” Sander clears his throat as he straightens on his chair before he glances at his laptop and adds with a smirk, “Or, rather, Du har rett, Vilde.”

Then he winks at her and his confident demeanor clearly succeeds to appease her because she starts to wax lyrical about his oh so amazing pronunciation again.

Ugh. What a show off.

Though, Robbe has to admit that it sounds kinda hot when he speaks Norwegian but it’s not like he’s going to go and tell him that. Instead, he reaches for his phone to shoot him a quick text.

R: You’re such a teacher’s pet oh my god

R: Also stop flirting with her, she’s seconds away from swooning

S: Are we jealous?

R: Yes, very, I’m worried you’re gonna run away to norway with her and have viking children together 🤭

S: 😘

There is no bell signaling the end of the class but at 17:15 Vilde thanks them for today’s lesson and everybody starts to pack and gradually leave. Robbe is shoving his stuff into his backpack when he feels fingers in his hair pulling his head back without real force to angle it better. Then, Sander places a big loud smooch on his lips making him giggle and swipe at him lightly.

“You’re such a dork.”

He reaches to put the strands hanging over his forehead back in their place, scratching at his scalp a little and when Sander leans into the touch, closing his eyes with a pleased purr, he stands on his tiptoes and presses a tiny kiss to his left eyelid, which earns him one of Sander’s sweetest smiles.

Once his bag is packed, they leave the classroom with their index fingers entwined, swaying their hands a little as they walk. “So, did you like that class?”

Sander nods. “Yeah, it was cool. You?”

“You know, I thought those three hours are gonna be a bitch but it was actually pretty fucking nice.”

Sander pushes his tongue in his cheek, wiggling his eyebrows at him. “And did you like my notes?”

Robbe pretends to scrunch up his face, trying not to laugh at Sander’s offended huff. “Hey! Well, okay then, if you’re like that I’m not gonna send you any next time.”

He juts out his bottom lip and honestly, it’s Robbe’s kryptonite, and he’s long made peace with a fact that he’s weirdly obsessed with it; it’s just so plush and enticing and he has spent hours upon hours kissing and biting it, the fact that it made Sander go weak in the knees for him an additional bonus.

So Robbe uses it against him to distract him from pouting, and this time it’s him who pushes Sander against the wall close to the school exit. He pulls their bodies together, delighted at the surprised hitch in Sander’s breath when he sticks out his tongue to drag it along his bottom lip, pulling it with his teeth to nip it a little, to then soothe the sting with his tongue again. He can feel his ministrations are starting to work and with each second Sander is turning into a pile of goo in his arms.

A voice in the back of his head tells him the school corridor is probably not the best place for this so he eventually pulls back and drags him away from the wall to the school yard. Sander follows him but not without half-hearted protests that stop only when Robbe kisses him hard to shut him up in the middle of the school yard.

“Come on, there’s a bed in my room with our names on it and my mom works until 20 tonight.”

“Is there a shower with our names on it too?”

“If you’re good,” Robbe pretends to think about it, “then I guess that can be arranged.”

#wtfock #wtfock fanfic

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kartoffelblume · 4 years

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Part five of the viedo call between Jens and Lucas

part one

part two

part three

part four

This time it’s Lucas who calls Jens first, that the brown haired boy has not called yet makes him almost start to worry if everything is alright.

He still can’t believe what Jens told him yesterday, first that he actually wants this to be a date and later that Lucas made him realize that he is into guys, both seems unreal to Lucas.

So will this be a date again? Is this what you call dating? Or is it something pre this phase, they are just video calling after all.

Jens picks up after the third ring, already a smile on his face.

“Hey - already missed me?”

“Of course, hey Jens”

“Slept well?”

“Yep, you?”

He actually did sleep well - after lying awake for a while still trying to process what happened earlier.

“Too. But I missed you of course”

Smooth as always.

“That’s why I’m back.”

“I noticed I still don’t have your Instagram. Or your number. We really have to catch up on that.”

*“Oh right, I totally forgot about that” *

They quickly exchange both - numbers and Instagram handles and go through each others profiles while talking about the pictures.

“I kinda recognize Robbe from that mural!”

“It’s weird to think that’s the first time you ever saw him”

“It is - especially since I talked to him before”

“You really look like a sunshine boy on all of your pictures.”

*“And here I thought you would say I look good on them” *

“I thought that was a given. You look great on all of them. Only on the very first one I’m not so sure.”

Lucas giggles as he remembers the close up of his face, but then he instantly finds something he can use as a comeback.

“Oh and what about that weird orgasm face picture?”

“Oh right…”

“And you making out with that lamp?”

“Alright alright, you win. Your pictures are all cute and I just post weird stuff”

“I didn’t say there were not also cute pictures…”

The smile he gets makes the comment worth it.

While Jens tells him more about the ‘vettige Vrijdag’ Lucas keeps scrolling through the profile, admiring Jens face on the different pictures he posted.

“Are you even listening to me”

“Of course”

Lucas quickly looks up and smiles innocently, making Jens chuckle.

Still Lucas keeps scrolling further down, past vlog posts, vettige vrijdags and a long haired Robbe until he finds a picture with a cute little girl and shortly after a long haired brunette with a nice smile.

“Is that your sister?”

“You’re pretty far down, yes she is”

“And the other girl, the long haired one?”

“That’s my ex”

Oh. Right, unlike Lucas who might have an ex or two but never had a real relationship, Jens actually has real past relationships.

“Oh. Is she at school as well?”

“She is, her name is Jana. We still get along good.”

That doesn’t sound too bad and Lucas doesn’t want to be nosy so he just nods.

And as always their conversation carries on without a problem as they start exchanging different stories to their Instagram pictures.

Soon they are talking about childhood memories, about their favorite shows and about what is most important in life for both of them. There is nothing they couldn’t talk about, always something new. Lucas really enjoys these talks with Jens.

When it gets dark once again Lucas has an Idea, something he thought about earlier today.

“Let’s go outside!”

“Now? It’s dark out there?”

“That’s the whole point, come on.”

“Why? What do you want to do?”

“Just go, I’ll explain it once we’re outside.”

Jens groans but still gets up walking down the stairs and outside in his garden as Lucas does the same.

In silent agreement they both stop talking until they are both standing outside in the moonlight, Lucas with a blanket he brought from is bedroom and Jens in his red jacket.

“And now?”

“Lie down on the grass”

“Okay?”

“Just as I thought, the stars are beautiful tonight”

They really are beautiful, probably not even more beautiful than usual but they feel special tonight.

“So, you brought me here to stargaze?”

Jens voice is teasing but when Lucas turns towards the phone screen he took with him he can see a soft smile on Jens barely lit face.

“Just relax. Close your eyes for a second and then open them - see all those lights the stars send our way millions of years ago”

“You’re so cheesy”

Now even Jens voice sounds soft, not just the way he looks at Lucas.

“I said you should close your eyes.”

“Only if you do it with me”

“Okay, on three”

They count down together and as soon as they reach three Lucas lets his head fall back on the grass and closes his eyes, breathing in the fresh air. Being outside after weeks of almost always sitting at home really hits different. Just as his body relaxes he can hear Jens voice again.

“Can I open my eyes now?”

“Wow you really are impatient”

“I just really miss seeing your face”

Lucas is actually glad Jens can’t see his face right now, can’t see the huge grin that is there after his comment

“And you said I was cheesy?”

“That’s your influence on me”

Lucas takes another deep breath, enjoys the silence that, settles between them for a moment before he opens is eyes.

“Okay you can open your eyes now - but try to look at the stars not at me.”

“I’m pretty sure they are not half as beautiful as you are.”

What’s with all the compliments? Jens seems way bolder than just yesterday.

But still, he enjoys this. Maybe he really is a hopeless romantic but lying here under the night sky, next to Jens - next to his phone actually - it just feels great.

“Do you know any constellations?”

“Nope”

“Me neither”

When Lucas turns towards his phone after staring at the sky for a few more minutes Jens on his screen is already turned towards him.

“Lucas?”

“Mmh?”

“Do you want to be my boyfriend?”

That’s definitely not what Lucas expected him to say. Maybe a teasing joke or something about how lame watching the stars is but not that.

Jens seems to read Lucas stunned silence the wrong way as he starts explaining.

“I mean I have no clue how this entire video call dating thing works, and I know it sucks we never actually met each other in the real world but I just really want to be with you.”

Lucas wants to immediately agree but there’s still another question on his mind.

“Are you sure by now that you even like guys?”

“I’m sure”

“What changed?”

“I watched enough porn to be able to say I’m definitely bisexual. Not that I didn’t already know before”

“Jens! Too much detail! And when did you even… Never mind”

So that was why Jens didn’t call first thing in the morning like usual…

“You asked! I just wanted to erase every doubt, don’t act like you haven’t done that”

“Okay okay”

“And also what I feel when I am with you. That’s definitely not made up by my brain.”

Jens feels it too. The warm swirl in Lucas stomach every time Jens says something sweet, the butterflies when he looks in his eyes. It’s not one sided. It’s not a stupid crush that’ll only hurt people. It’s real.

“So? What do you say, do you want to be my boyfriend?”

Lucas needs a moment to look into Jens eyes, to actually be able to believe that Jens wants to be with him.

“Of course”

Jens face lights up in a beautiful smile, one that reaches his eyes and Lucas knows he is smiling back just as much.

They’re boyfriends. A couple. It still seems like a wild dream.

#wtfock #wtfam #vds #van der stoffels

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ayellowcurtain · 4 years

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Hey! Can you write a fix about the brooerrs video chat and somehow finding out about what happened in yesterday’s clip and teasing Robbe (in good fun)

Hiii! I’m writing this at the top of my head, let's see how it goes...

Jens appears on his screen, looking so bored as always. Robbe can’t relate right now. He’s still feeling the goosebumps from yesterday, the kind of feeling you can’t even explain why you are so happy. “Hey, bro”

“Hi! How are you?”

Jens adjusts his hoodie, nodding his head. “Good, good. And Sander? You two fixed whatever was going on last week?”

Robbe tries not to, but he ends up smiling from ear to ear. Jens is not that dumb and they’ve been friends forever, so they know each other. Just like Robbe could tell Jens wasn’t dealing well with the idea of Jana leaving forever, Jens noticed how something was up with Robbe and Sander. Neither of them got into too many details, but they just acknowledged that they were having problems and decided not to talk about it. Robbe unlocks his phone right next to his computer so Jens can’t see what he’s doing and reads their messages from last night again

to Robbe (16:30): You, Robin, are the best.

THE-BEST

Wish I had photographic memory right about now ;)

to Sander (16:30): Sander...

To Robbe (16:31): What? You looked so beautiful.

to Sander (16:31): Am I the best sex you ever had?

To Robbe (16:33): Fishing for extra info tonight, are we now?

...

to Sander (16:37): Sander?

to Robbe (16:37): hahaha

Yes, cutie, you are.

What kind of question is even that? I thought it was obvious...

to Sander: you have more experience than me, so

to Robbe: and none of them mean nothing compared to you and your sexy, sexy body, Robin.

“Robbe?” Jens’ voice makes him blink and lock his phone, looking at his computer again. He laughs and shakes his head, trying to think on an excuse to tell Jens. “Did you...Did he go to your house?”

“What? No. No! He’s just funny.” Jens frowns and pulls his computer closer. They’re miles away from each other, but it feels like Jens is too close, looking at every detail on Robbe’s face, about to find what he’s looking for.

“Holy shit, Robbe! You’re having cybersex!”

“No! No, I’m not!”

Jens laughs loudly, putting his computer back down on his table, relaxing against his chair, looking so proud for finding out on his own. “Yes, you are! If he’s not there, there’s only one way that you could be this fucking happy, bro! I can’t believe it!”

Robbe sighs, looking down, still trying hard not to smile and failing. “Jens...”

“We need to tell the boys.”

Before Robbe can tell him no, Jens is already typing something and suddenly his screen splits in four. It takes a second, but Moyo and Aaron appear and Jens can’t even wait.

“Robbe is having sex!”

His calm is interrupted by loud voices talking over each other and Robbe doesn’t even bother to try and understand what they’re saying. He’s happy and proud of himself and not even his friends annoying and invasive questions will ruin today for him.

Jens sighs, rolling his eyes. “Bro, stop worrying. We’re happy for you, at least one of us is getting it.”

Robbe looks down. It would feel good to tell someone about it, but he just knows they won’t ever stop talking about it. He smiles just thinking about Sander being in this conversation, probably telling them a lot more than Robbe is willing to share.

“It wasn’t sex, just...”

Aaron doesn’t let him finish, opening his arms wide, so proud. “I told you guys, gays are so flexible, they can shove-”

Jens waves his hands at the screen and Moyo covers his face with both hands, sighing loudly. “Hey! Hey! Let’s not go there, Aaron, come on now...I’m sure everyone is finding a way to enjoy themselves too. Gay or not gay.”

“Yeah, bro. And if I wanted to, I could just make some calls and have company too, but I’m responsible.” Moyo adds, relaxing against his chair too, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Yeah, sure. I’m sure there’s a fucking line at your door of pretty girls wanting to get inside your pants, sure, bro.” Jens laughs, takings his hoodie off.

Moyo nods his head like Jens’ words were actually a possibility. Robbe can only laugh, checking his phone to see if Sander texted or called him.

“I guess I’m lucky then.”

Jens and Moyo nod their head. “But I’m sure there’s no line outside your door, bro, sorry.”

Moyo laughs and adds right away “No way, Sander would kill anyone that could think of getting close to Robbe.”

Jens laughs, clapping his hands. “He would, seriously. He’s whipped.”

#wtfock #robbe ijzermans #jens stoffels #moyo makadi #aaron jacobs

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azozzoni · 4 years

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Some extra van der stoffels for your christmas eve. This is not related to the big fic, just something fun.

The weather is finally turning, little green buds sprouting on the trees, blue skies breaking through rain clouds, and thank god, Jens thinks. He can’t wait until it’s warm enough to wear tee shirts again, but for now, he’s still got his sweatshirt on as he stands outside the bus station, checking the time on his phone before tucking it in his pocket.

Lucas should be there any minute, as long as the bus is on time.

It’s been two weeks since Jens has seen him, two very long weeks in which even Robbe accused him of moping. Jens does not mope. He just misses Lucas is all--misses the stupid way he laughs and teases Jens about the fact that he only owns two sweatshirts, misses the way he seems to melt whenever Jens smiles at him. God, he is going soft.

Jens forgets about all of that, though, when he catches sight of Lucas stepping out the door, head swiveling to find Jens amongst the people milling around the station.

His face lights up when he spots Jens, and Jens shoves down the glow in his stomach as Lucas hurries toward him, biting his lip and looking more pleased with himself than usual. It takes Jens a minute to realize why as Lucas gets closer, bounds into his space, arms around his neck.

“What the fuck is that?” Jens asks, grabbing Lucas’ face before Lucas can kiss him, holding him back a few inches to stare at the shiny silver ring in Lucas’ nostril. That is definitely new. And definitely hot.

“You like it?” Lucas asks, as if he knows the answer already. He probably does from the way Jens has to stop himself staring, force himself to blink, turning Lucas’ chin to the side so he can get a better look.

“When did you get it?” he demands, and Lucas grins, eyes sliding to Jens’ even as Jens keeps his chin turned to the side.

“Couple weeks ago,” Lucas says, reaching for Jens’ hoodie pockets and tugging him closer. “I went with Isa.”

Jens hasn’t met all of Lucas’ friends yet, but he remembers Isa, the girl with curly hair and a bright smile who hugged him so tightly when they first met.

Jens drops his fingers from Lucas’ chin finally. “You kept this a secret for that long?”

Licking his lips, Lucas nods, and Jens hates what that does to him, makes him think of panting breaths and slick skin in the darkness. But he can’t think about that when they’re standing in a crowded bus station and they have somewhere to be in half an hour.

“I wanted it to be a surprise,” Lucas says, eyes big as he watches Jens, as if maybe he is worried Jens doesn’t like it. “So what do you think?”

“I think you’re so incredibly hot already, this is just going to make it impossible for me to keep my hands to myself,” Jens says simply, pulling Lucas into a kiss, feeling Lucas’ smile against his lips as Lucas’ arms slide around his waist.

Jens doesn’t know how long they stand there, probably too long to be making out in the middle of a bus station, but he doesn’t care. It’s been two weeks since he’s been able to do this, and he’s going to make the most of the time they have today.

“Aren’t we going to be late?” Lucas asks finally, pulling away to take a breath, huff it out against Jens’ chin like maybe he doesn’t care about being late. Jens certainly doesn’t care. He’d much rather take Lucas back to his apartment--not even to spend the whole afternoon wrapped up in bed, but just to catch up, to find out if Jayden ever got a date with that girl he was chasing after last time Jens came to visit, if Kes and Isa are on the path to getting back together, if Lucas had missed him too.

It’s with that thought that Jens reluctantly lets Lucas go. “I guess we should go. Not that Robbe will notice if we don’t. He’ll be too busy making moon eyes at Sander.”

“I think Sander would appreciate it,” Lucas says, and Jens is no longer surprised when Lucas takes his hand and they head for the crosswalk.

Lucas probably knows more about what Sander would appreciate considering he has his mom to deal with, so Jens leads the way, trying not to think about how much he would rather be kissing Lucas right now instead of heading to an art show for Sander’s school. Art is something Jens knows absolutely nothing about. But he promised Robbe, and he’d invited Lucas, and they were going.

“So what do I say about the art?” Lucas asks when they reach the school, and Jens laughs.

“I was going to ask you the same thing.”

“Then I guess we’ll just be uncultured idiots together,” Lucas says, and he doesn’t blush like he used to, when they first met. It takes a lot more to make Lucas blush now, but Jens sees it as a challenge.

“Maybe it will be all drawings of Robbe,” Jens says as they enter the building, following the signs to the gallery where more people than Jens expects. “Then we can tease him about it for the rest of his life.”

Lucas smiles but he doesn’t say anything as they reach the gallery.

Jens has never been here, never been to Sander’s school actually. The gallery is a large, white room, partitioned with moveable walls, different types of art hung up. Jens doesn’t see anyone he knows, wandering through the exhibits. To his credit, Lucas appears to be appreciating several they pass.

“You know,” Jens says as they pass what he thinks might be a sculpture. It also might be trash. Turning to Lucas, he pulls him in closer, smiling at the shiny new piercing in his nose. He wonders what spurred Lucas to do such a thing. “We could just say we couldn’t find them. My apartment’s empty for the next few hours.”

Lucas glances at him, half a smirk on his face. “These are your friends,” he says, as though Jens isn’t perfectly aware.

“And I invited you before I knew you were going to show up looking so good,” he says, snaking an arm around Lucas’ waist, murmuring his next words against his temple. “I don’t think I can wait a whole hour to get you alone.”

He’s rewarded with a blush this time, a pink tinge along Lucas’ cheeks, the tips of his ears, the back of his neck.

“So I don’t always look good?” Lucas asks instead, and Jens bites back his grin as he tips Lucas’ mouth up to his.

“You do,” he assures him. “It’s just been two very long weeks and I was unprepared.”

“Good answer,” Lucas says, and he grins as Jens leans in to kiss him.

“Hey, there you are!”

Robbe’s voice cuts through them like a knife, and Jens sighs as Lucas turns away before he can close the distance.

Jens is glad his friends like Lucas, that Lucas likes his friends, but right now, he’d rather that Robbe was off somewhere else instead of talking to Lucas enthusiastically about Sander’s drawings and dragging him over to some corner of the gallery.

Jens follows behind them, wrapping his arms around Lucas from behind as they admire Sander’s work. It’s not all Robbe’s face, which disappoints Jens a little. There are other people too, even one of Jens, which surprises him.

“Why is my face up there?” he asks, glancing at Robbe, who shrugs.

“You’re friends. He likes you.”

“No, that can’t be it,” Lucas says, and Jens scoffs, pressing a kiss to his neck instead.

“Shut up. Everyone likes me.”

Robbe is watching them now instead of the drawings, and Jens feels weirdly self-conscious for a second as he straightens up. He shouldn’t, he knows. After all, he’s been with Lucas for a few months now.

He’s saved from Robbe asking a question he doesn’t want to answer when Sander comes up behind them.

“Jens, Lucas,” he greets them both, hugging Lucas.

They get along like a house on fire, which Jens is glad for. Not that he thinks too much about what his friends think of who he’s dating. He never cared with Britt and Jana and Robbe had always been friends. But Lucas, Lucas is new to the whole group.

Sander steps back from Lucas, pointing at his face. “Is that new?”

“Uh, yeah,” Lucas says, glancing at Jens, who grins, biting his lip.

“I love it,” Sander says seriously. “Very rock and roll.” He glances at Jens. “You guys kind of match now.”

Jens isn’t expecting the way Lucas flushes this time, not quite meeting his gaze, and a thought occurs to him, one he hadn’t considered before.

“Thanks,” Lucas says, looking back at the drawings. “These are all amazing, though I don’t know why you’d want Jens’ ugly face in there.”

Jens scoffs, forgetting for a second about why Lucas pierced his nose. “I am the prettiest person on any wall.”

“Not the wall by the skate park,” Sander says, cheeky, hugging Robbe to him.

Well, nobody can compete with that, Jens thinks, watching Robbe giggle at whatever Sander whispers in his ear. He looks away to find Lucas watching him.

“You can’t fight a giant mural of Robbe’s face,” he says, shrugging. “But seriously, Sander, these are so good.”

Sander grins at Jens, looking only slightly embarrassed at the compliment.

“Thanks, guys. I really appreciate it. And thanks for coming all the way up here, Luc.”

Lucas smiles easily. “Can’t think of any other reason I’d rather come.”

Sander laughs as Jens pulls Lucas back against him, shaking his head.

“Asshole,” Jens says in his ear, messing up Lucas’ carefully styled curls.

“Do you guys even like each other?” Robbe asks, joking, as Lucas rakes his hair back into place.

“Not at all,” Jens says, but he takes Lucas’ hand. “But there’s other art to see, so we’ll catch you guys later.”

Robbe rolls his eyes, but neither he nor Sander stop them from heading in the opposite direction. Jens has no intention of looking at any of the art as they cross the gallery, heading towards the exit.

“Don’t you want to see anything else?” Lucas asks as they pass walls of abstract paintings, and Jens glances over his shoulder at him.

“I’ve already got a piece of art.”

Lucas laughs, tugging him to a stop as they leave the gallery, stepping into a long, empty hallway.

“Do those lines actually work?” he asks, stepping up to Jens, arms sliding around his neck.

“They worked for Sander,” Jens points out, but he doesn’t really care what worked for Sander. He’s already got Lucas right here, in his arms, close enough to kiss and no one around to interrupt them.

He should ask now before he chickens out, before he decides he doesn’t want to know the answer. He gaze sweeps up Lucas’ face, the moles on his skin, the pinkness of his lips, how incredibly blue his eyes are even in the dim hallway lighting. Jens doesn’t think about it often, how fucking gorgeous Lucas is, but he knows it. He’s known it since the first time he saw Lucas and his heart fell into his stomach.

“Why’d you pierce your nose?” he asks, the banter falling away. He watches the way Lucas takes a breath, eyebrows furrowing.

“I don’t know,” he says slowly. “My mom about died when I came home. I guess I kind of wanted something like yours.”

“You wanted to match,” Jens says, echoing Sander’s words, and Lucas makes a face.

“Not exactly. I didn’t pierce my ear.”

There’s a strange feeling in Jens’ stomach, like something warm and fuzzy has taken up residence there when Lucas looks back at him finally.

“Do you think that’s weird?” Lucas asks, apprehensive, and Jens shakes his head.

For a second, he bites it back, bites back the words gnawing at his tongue. But why should he? Why should he stop himself from admitting how he feels? Even if the boys will tease him forever. Even if Robbe will smile at him, all stupid and knowing as if he called it or something.

“I missed you,” he says finally, bringing a hand to Lucas’ jaw, watching Lucas’ eyebrows rise, as though surprised, as though pleased.

“You did?”

Jens nods. “Two weeks is too long without your face.”

It sounds so mushy when he says it out loud, but he wouldn’t take it back, not when Lucas’ eyes seem to shine brighter, his smile widening. He wants Lucas to look like that all the time.

“I missed you too,” Lucas says after a minute, whispers in the empty hall.

Jens gets to kiss him this time, holding him close and licking into his mouth as Lucas smiles against his lips, kisses him back.

“If you ever get another piercing, I want to know right away,” Jens murmurs when they part, lips soft and warm.

“Okay,” Lucas agrees, looking pleased with himself this time as he lifts his chin to kiss Jens again.

They’re not going to see any more art today, and Jens is perfectly okay with that. He’ll be perfectly okay with anything as long as it’s with Lucas.

#wtfock #skam nl #van der stoffels #my fic

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