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ghosttotheparty · 4 years

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

23. also on AO3 chapter twenty two

warning: this chapter contains sexual content please skip it if youre uncomfortable stay safe <3

Jens forced himself to stay awake until Lucas answered his text.

Even though his lights were off, and his blanket was pulled up around him, he looked at his phone, scrolling pointlessly and aimlessly, looking at videos and watching memes until Lucas responded. Jens’s heart jumped when he did, excited after hours of not hearing from him, ready to listen to his quiet voice.

Jens was just about falling asleep when they called a few minutes later, after Lucas had put away his brushes and palette, and changed and brushed his teeth, and he could barely even talk, mumbling a whispered “Hi.”

They fell asleep (or at least he did) not long after his little “Me too.”

He is excited. He doesn’t think Lucas really understand how excited he is.

They’ve fallen asleep together before, that night on the dumpster, Jens’s head in Lucas’s lap, Lucas gently brushing his fingertips over Jens’s cheeks and brows and lips and eyes, combing through his hair as their fingers entwined. But he looks forward to holding Lucas, wrapping his arms around him underneath his blankets, being able to hide from the rest of the world in his four walls. He’s thought about how it might go. He’d kiss Lucas, of course, kiss his forehead while he’s falling asleep, push his curls out of his face so he can look at him in the dark, with the street and moonlight streaming through gaps in his curtain. He’d hear Lucas’s little puffs of breath, maybe feel them against his neck or chest.

Lucas tells him in the morning (through a text that Jens doesn’t see until he wakes up several hours after it’s sent) that he’ll have to go to his place in the evening, that Milan woke him up early to take him to Leuven.

So Jens waits.

Lotte and Mama leave early, around nine. (Jens is still been asleep; they leave a note.) (Lotte signs it with a little heart.) Jens did some homework. He finishes all the maths, but he leaves some history because he can’t focus on it. He’ll ask Robbe for the answers later.

He gets a few texts from Lucas throughout the day.

milan talks too much zoe and senne are so cute fuck milan bought the same shirt in three different colours??? why???

And a selfie taken with Milan, who is smiling broadly and excitedly while Lucas’s face remains flat, looking tired and bored. Jens saves it.

He gets a text in the evening, while he’s playing a video game halfheartedly, that makes his heart jump.

im on my way

He’s almost impatient, replying a quick :D and then going back to the game, his knee bouncing quickly up and down. He loses the game after a few minutes.

When there’s a knock at the door, he practically jumps out of his seat, opening the door before Lucas has the opportunity to knock again.

“Hi, baby.”

“Hi.”

He reaches out and pulls Lucas into a kiss, tugging him inside before shutting the door behind him. It’s dim outside, the sky a glowing sort of red, and Jens hasn’t turned on any of the lights in the living room. Lucas grabs Jens’s waist as he kisses him back, smiling softly, and Jens sighs.

“How are you?” Jens asks when they pull away. They’ve stepped back into the apartment, standing in the living room, making no move to leave or let go of each other.

“Tired.” His voice is soft, and Jens brushed his fingertips over his freckled cheeks. Lucas’s eyes drift shut slightly.

“We were up pretty late last night.”

“Mm.”

“Did you sleep on the train?”

“Like a baby.”

Jens chuckles lightly, leaning down and kissing him gently. When he pulls away, Lucas’s eyes are half-closed, his mouth parted.

“I fell asleep on Senne’s shoulder,” he says after a quiet second. “When we got off the train he said he let me because I was cute.”

“You are cute.”

“When I sleep, though?”

“Mm-hmm. We’ve fallen asleep on FaceTime enough times for me to know.”

“Yeah?”

“Mm.” He kisses him again. “You’re like Sleeping Beauty but… more beauty.”

Lucas scoffs, tilting his head up and kissing him again, gently biting his lip at Jens winds his fingers through his hair. Jens pulls away before licking his lips and pulling him back in, feeling as Lucas’s mouth opens under his, as Lucas’s grip on his waist tightens, his fingers curling unto the fabric of his t-shirt.

“I missed you,” Lucas whispers when they pull back for a breath, and Jens kisses him before responding.

“It was only like a day.”

Lucas sighs heavily.

“I know.”

Jens laughs, pressing his lips to Lucas’s forehead. He can sense Lucas’s eyes closing, and they stay there.

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“Did you bring art to show me?” Jens asks several minutes later, when Lucas pulls his head away and presses a soft kiss to Jens’s cheek.

“Mm… Kind of. I didn’t bring a book but I have pictures.”

“Show me,” Jens says as he takes Lucas’s hand, pulling him down the hall to his room, and Lucas pulls his phone out of the pocket of his hoodie. When they enter Jens’s room, Lucas beams at the wall above his desk (Jens’s face burns a little bit) and he takes off his backpack, tossing it to the ground next to the bed. Jens jumps up onto the bed, crossing his legs as he faces Lucas, and Lucas sits across from him, swiping and tapping the screen of his phone as Jens watches fondly, his eyes soft. Lucas’s curls fall into his face as he focuses on the screen, and Jens reaches out and pushes them, holding them up so he can see Lucas’s face.

“Here.” Lucas holds his phone out and Jens takes it, spinning it around to look at the picture. “I did that one last week.”

It’s a drawing of Zoë, lightly done in pencil. She’s looking over her shoulder, her hair parted in the middle, with a little hoop earring in. Jens zooms in, smiling softly.

“Woah.”

“It’s like Girl With the Pearl Earring,” Lucas says. “That’s what Zoë makes me think of.”

“Have you shown her?”

“Not yet.”

“You should.” Jens looks closer, bringing the phone up and zooming in more. They’re her eyes. Everything, from the way her hair falls to the tops of her shoulders, tucked behind her ear, to the gentle lashes around her eyes. Even the light in her eyes, the light that feels like the little secrets Jens doesn’t know about, is just like her, just like when Jens catches her eye at parties or at school. It’s like Lucas took a picture of her with his eyes, like he captured her spirit and soul in the picture, and put it on paper. “She’d love it.”

He glances up and Lucas is looking at the ground, his cheeks pink. He’s wincing, a painful smile, and Jens shakes his head at him even though he doesn’t see. He’s always so shy about his art, even pieces that he’s proud of. Even if he spent hours on it, even if he stays up almost overnight to work on it, even if he rambles to Jens about how proud he is of it, as soon as Jens (or anyone else) says one word in praise, Lucas’s face burns up and he looks away, smiling bashfully.

“Do you have any more?” Jens asks, passing Lucas’s phone back, not wanting to scroll without permission.

“Uh, yeah, I have…” Lucas scrolls again before handing Jens the phone. “This is what I was doing last night. It’s drying on my desk.”

Jens takes the phone, looking down as Lucas adds “It’ll probably be drying for the next two weeks.”

It’s colourful, the colour changing from cool to warm tones in blocky, geometric strokes of thick paint. He sees more colour when he looks closer, subtle hints of orange around the green, tiny dashes of blue in the red. There are circles and half-circles around the edges of the canvas, in yellow and white with wisps of pink, and what looks like subtle carvings of faces and hands in the paint.

“Holy shit.”

He looks up at Lucas, who is smiling almost expectantly.

“This is oils?” Jens asks, looking back at the painting.

“Mm-hmm.”

“Woah.”

He slides the photo over, looking closer, seeing shadows on the painting under the divots made in the paint by Lucas’s palette knife.

“It’s beautiful.”

“Do you get it?”

Jens looks up at him, confused. Lucas is wincing slightly, like he hadn’t meant to say it.

“What do you mean?”

“I…” Lucas looks away, his eyes narrowing as he thinks. “Art is supposed to mean something, you know?”

Jens nods.

“It’s supposed to say something.” Their eyes lock and Jens’s lips begin to curl into a smile. “Are you listening?”

Jen’s smile grows and he looks back at the painting, feeling Lucas watching him. He zooms back out of the painting, looking at the whole things, seeing the masses of paint smoothed onto the canvas, somehow both delicate and bold, seeing the tiny, thing grooves left in the paint from Lucas’s paintbrushes, noticing another eye he hadn’t seen before, seeing a brighter shade of blue he hadn’t noticed right in the centre of a few circles around the edges.

He looks at the painting.

Noticing.

And noticing.

Until—

“Oh.”

He hears Lucas let out a light laugh.

“Do you hear it?”

Jens looks up, a slow smile creeping across his face, and he gazes at Lucas. Lucas is smiling, his eyes sparkling, and Jens can’t stop himself.

He leans over, across their legs, and kisses him.

Lucas’s hands fly up, catching Jens’s face, sliding to hold the back of his head as Jens’s tongue slips across his lips, and Lucas lets out a quiet gasp. Jens reaches up, touching the side of Lucas’s face, angling his head and biting his lip before letting go. He moves, stepping off the bed slowly, not moving back too far from Lucas, whose hands are still holding Jens’s head, whose eyes are drifted shut so he looks sleepy, whose lips are parted. Jens turns away, his hand placed on Lucas’s leg, and clicks Lucas’s phone off before tossing it to the ground, aiming it at a blanket that had fallen off his bed. It lands with a small thump and Jens looks back to Lucas.

Lucas hasn’t looked away from him, his eyes cloudy, and as soon as Jens is facing him, Lucas pulls him in. Jens stumbles, catching himself on the bed and Lucas’s leg as Lucas kisses him harder. As Jens feels Lucas’s tongue slide into his mouth, he gently pushes him, and Lucas moves back, pulling Jens with him, and Jens falls on top of him, landing between his legs and Lucas falls onto his back.

Lucas wraps his arms around Jens’s neck and Jens holds himself up on his forearms, placed around Lucas’s head, framing him. He can hear Lucas making little sounds, soft breathy pants and faint hums, and he bites his lip gently, hoping to elicit more.

It works.

Lucas gasps, their lips separating, and his hands slide down Jens’s neck to his shoulders, holding his tightly for a second before, moving to his back, and Jens feels Lucas gather the fabric in his hands and tug gently. Jens meets his eyes, his own flickering back and forth between Lucas’s, and he pushes himself up, pulling Lucas with him. Jens kisses him again, pressing both his hands to Lucas’s face before moving his hands to Lucas’s sides, pulling the hem of his hoodie up, and Lucas pulls away for him to pull it over his head.

It gets caught and Jens can hear Lucas’s laughter muffled under the fabric, and he grins, gently moving it so it goes over his head smoothly. When it’s off, Lucas leans in, kissing Jens messily as Jens tosses it away, and Jens can feel his smile against his mouth.

Lucas pulls the hem of Jens’s shirt and Jens moves back, letting him pull it over his head.

Lucas’s eyes drop when it’s off, skimming across Jens’s skin, and part of Jens wants to cross his arms over his chest and hide. Another part of Jens wants to lean over and kiss Lucas so he’ll stop looking, but before he can, Lucas is leaning forward, tilting his head, and pressing his lips to Jens’s skin, softly kissing over his shoulder and then his collarbone. Jens’s eyes close and he sighs. He can hear his own heart beating, can hear the heavy pounding in his chest, that Lucas covers with kisses, brushing his lips over the skin before moving up to the side of Jens’s neck. Jens shudders at the feeling of Lucas’s tongue and teeth skim his neck, at the feeling of him mouth around his earring.

He pushes Lucas onto his back again, placing his arms around his head, shoving his face into Lucas’s, kissing him harshly, biting at his lip, hearing a quiet whimper escape Lucas’s throat. He feels Lucas’s legs wrap around him, lets out a quiet groan as Lucas pushes his hips against Jens’s. Lucas slides his hands to hold Jens’s face, pulling away just far enough that their lips still brush together, breathless.

“Lu.”

A quiet whine.

“What do you want?”

Lucas’s eyes open, and it takes a second before they focus on Jens, the blue misted over as he pants quietly.

“You.”

Their eyes lock again, both intense and soft, before Jens kisses him, licking into his mouth almost lazily.

“You’ll stop me if it hurts?” Jens asks, his fingers brushing over Lucas’s cheek.

Lucas nods.

“Or if you’re uncomfortable or change your mind?”

Lucas kisses him, sucking his lower lip.

“Promise?” Jens asks when he lets go.

“Promise,” Lucas responds breathlessly.

Jens nods, moving down and pressing his lips to Lucas’s chest, trailing kisses across the skin of his chest and belly as Lucas’s hands float aimlessly in the air before landing on the bed and gathering the material of the sheets into loose fists.

He glances up at Lucas before unbuttoning and unzipping jeans, and Lucas lifts his hips so Jens can slide them down, tugging his boxers down with them before tossing them away. (They land with his hoodie.) Jens presses his hands to his hips, sliding them over his thighs.

Lucas is beautiful.

Jens murmurs it to him absentmindedly, and Lucas flushes, smiling the same way he does when Jens praises his art.

Jens presses a kiss to the top of his foot, to his ankle, his knee, above his knee, a slow kiss to his inner thigh (he hears Lucas’s breath stutter and he runs his hands down the sides of his legs).

He listens to Lucas’s gasps, the way he chokes on his breath as Jens takes him into his mouth. (He tries to pretend that he knows what he’s doing.)

“Jens—”

Jens lifts himself up, leaning up, and Lucas reaches out, pulling him in by the neck, kissing him messily, sliding his tongue into his mouth, biting his lip, gasps and pants caught in the air between them.

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“Jens,” Lucas gasps.

“Mm.”

“I’m ready.”

“Are you sure?”

“Baby, please.”

His voice is high and strained, breaking slightly as he moans quietly when Jens takes his fingers from him.

It’s a little bit before Jens is ready too, his hands too shaky to put the condom on right the first time, and then he holds himself above Lucas, gently pushing his curls out of his face.

“Okay?”

“Mm-hmm.” A whimper.

Jens lets out a quiet moan as he pushes into him, feeling as Lucas’s hands slide up and grab his shoulders, and he stays for a second, his head dropped to Lucas’s neck. He can feel Lucas’s chest rise and fall against his, can feel all his blood rushing through his limbs, can feel every cell in his body fucking glowing. He gently rocks his hips and Lucas clutches at his back, his nails scratching his faintly.

There’s a moment where Jens pulls, tucks his hand under the small of Lucas’s back and draws him in closer, and Lucas lets out a gasp, his hands jumping from Jens’s shoulders to his head, grabbing his hair and grasping, holding on like he’ll fall apart if he lets go.

It’s not long after that that Jens breaks.

And Lucas puts him right back together again.

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Lucas is still breathing heavily when Jens lifts himself up. Their skin sticks together slightly, and Lucas’s hands fall from his hair, flopping on to the bed. His eyes flutter when he feels Jens get up, but he doesn’t move.

Jens comes back with a damp towel, and he sits next to Lucas, gently wiping down his stomach and chest before pressing soft kisses to his forehead. Lucas opens his eyes and smiles, reaching up and pulling Jens down by his neck, kissing him, and Jens drops the towel before climbing over Lucas, pulling up a light blanket over them.

Lucas comes in close, curling his hands against Jens’s chest, and Jens wraps his arms around him, sighing softly. He can smell Lucas’s hair, a smell that’s sweet, and citrusy, and distinctly him. (He smells like a G chord, Jens thinks fondly, and he smiles.)

He didn’t close the curtains. It’s dark out, just dark enough that the streetlights are glowing, the light of them peering around the buildings neighbouring Jens’s apartment building.

Jens lets his eyes drift shut.

He can feel Lucas’s breathe on his chest,

There’s something he could say.

Just a few small words, that Lucas might not even hear. He could say them to the air around them, to the stars and streetlights.

But he doesn’t.

He doesn’t have to.

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carolineworld · 4 years

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“I thought I lost you” A Zoenne Fanfiction.

Chapter one: The beginning of the end

IN AO3

If someone told Senne at the beginning of high school that one day he was gonna get married he would have laughed at your face. If someone told Senne in the middle of his high school years that he would marry the same girl he dated for more than 5 years straight he would have thought you were crazy.

After his fucked up childhood and the terrible example he had for a marriage and a relationship, he swore he would never allow himself to fall in love, to trust in someone that wasn’t himself, to let his walls down. He got hurt too many times to allow that to happen again, so he became a heartless cold young boy, stronger than anything and anyone.

When he was in high school he was known as the fuck boy of the school, and even the city. With a different girl every weekend, he didn’t want anyone close, at least not happened. He was unapproachable, heartless, and smart. He knew how to get anything he wanted, how to do anything he wanted, how to be anything he wanted.

He wasn’t a bad guy. Yeah, he fucked and played with a ton of girls, but he wasn’t bad. Maybe once or twice, nobody’s perfect, but he never did something with bad intentions. The only bad thing is that he always did whatever he wanted. No one ever stopped him, so he was free to walk around acting and believing that everything was his. Until she came.

He met the love of his life in extraordinary circumstances. One day he’s fucking a random girl he doesn’t even care about, like always, and the other one he’s being humiliated in the middle of the school, surrounded by all his friends, by some hot angry girl. She was fierce, determined to make him understand that his behavior wasn’t okay. She read through him like an open book, as if she knew him better than he knew himself. He was amazed, mesmerized with the strong woman in front of him. After that odd encounter, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. And it became worse when she rejected repeatedly all his tries to take her out on a date.

Their love story has been epic, as he would say. From the moment he saw her he knew right away that she was special, and that whatever happened with her was gonna change his world. And it certainly did. She changed everything he knew, everything he was. Don’t get me wrong, she did not change him, she made him understand and learn the power of trust, she showed him a new way of looking into the world, a new way of himself. Their love story was, and it still is, passionate and full love. They overcame the worst of the challenges and solved every problem together, making them a strong team.

They overcame a sexual assault, a breakup, even a global pandemic. The went to college, moved in together for the second time, got their dream jobs, and traveled the world as one, and after four years and a half together, two of them living together and with the plan of spending the rest of their lives together, the idea of proposing wasn’t as crazy as he thought. It was a big deal, so he wanted to do it right. He asked for advice, searched for ideas on how to do it, and even gave Zoë some clues or hints so he could get the perfect ring for her.

The proposal was sweet, romantic, and perfect. It was their fifth anniversary, and he asked her out on a fancy date to celebrate. After the delicious dinner, Senne took them to the lake that holds so many moments in their story. There they laid on the grass with the Blanket and talked for hours until Senne got the courage to ask her to marry him.

He asked her to get up, with the excuse that they were leaving soon. After everything was tidied up and she started to walk towards the car, following his directions to leave and go home he got down on one knee and took out of his pocket the velvet ring box that held his eternal promise. With a beautiful speech, some tears, and giggles, they became engaged on the 3rd of May 2024.

And all of that leads them to this exact moment, to the bachelor and bachelorette weekend before their wedding.

The whole bachelor/bachelorette weekend has been organized by Jana and Luka, with Amber and Milan’s help. The plan was to book a hotel and spend the weekend relaxing and having fun before the big day. The boys are in one hotel, playing games, dancing, having fun, and the girls in another one on the other side of the city, doing the same.

The night is going so well, playing different games, doing stupid bachelor dares that Luka and Max planned, talking and relaxing in the chill-out area with Robbe and Sander and dancing and having fun with Milan and his university friends. He’s enjoying his time with his family and friends but he can’t help but miss her.

He knows she’s doing some weird gymkhana that the girls prepared, that she’s wearing some ‘bride’ crown that Gill bought her and that her feet are starting to hurt because her heels are too high, but overall, she’s having fun. And he knows all of that because even though they are separate, each in their party, they have been texting and sending each other videos and pictures all night. It’s the weekend before the wedding and they’re not allowed to see each other before the ceremony, so of course, they miss each other deeply.

Staring the last picture Zoë has sent him, a group picture of all the girls surrounding her with champagne glasses in their hands, he hears Sander yelling at him, trying to make him hear him on top of the loud music of the club: “Senne, leave the phone alone and come party!” Giving a happy sign he turns his phone off, turning the sound off to enjoy his party.

Nothing feels better than partying with your bros all night knowing you are a day, or in his case, a weekend, closer to marrying the love of your life. Dancing and drinking and having fun with your best friends, with the people you know you can trust.

Before knowing Zoë, he only had Luka and Max, -and technically Gill too but she’s a girl, so right now it does not count,- and to him, that’s all he needed. His two best friends had his back since they were toddlers, helped him every time he needed it, and stayed with him till the end of times, and he was happy was that. But then his beautiful girlfriend came in and with her a lot of friends that ended up being family to him.

Milan, Robbe, then later Sander, Robbe’s friends, after high school his university friends... all of his new family is thanks to her, and he cannot be more thankful to celebrate his upcoming wedding with all these people he loves so much. He wants to text her, to thank her once again for all she did to him, but he promised he would party, and let her party, so instead of texting her, he smiles widely and dances all night long.

After dancing to more songs than he can count, drinking more cocktails and drinks that he should and laughing, dancing, and having fun since they got here he is feeling kinda tired. His phone hasn’t stopped vibrating in his pocket, and he’s starting to feel dizzy, so he decides to tell Jens, the one that’s closer to him, that he’s sitting down, in case they wonder where he is.

Once he could get through the crowd and get to their private booth he grabs his phone only to realize that it’s almost 4 am and that he has too many notifications. He has a bunch of missed calls from an unknown number, a couple missed calls from Jana and Gill, and thousands of texts from each of the girls and Zoë’s university friends. And maybe it’s the alcohol in his system or the fact that he’s just so tired, but he doesn’t understand what is going on.

Just as he’s about to start answering the thousands of texts he has, he receives an upcoming call from the same unknown number that has been calling him all night.

“Is this Mr. Senne De Smet?” A deep voice asks him. The voice is from an old man, and his voice is so serious that it makes him shiver as if all the alcohol in his body suddenly left.

“Yes, this is him” Confusion takes over his body. He doesn’t know why this man is calling him, he doesn’t know what is going on. He just doesn’t know anything.

“This is the police of Antwerp speaking. I am going to ask you, sir, what is the relationship you have with miss Zoë Loocks and miss Amber Snoeckx?”

“Zoë Loockx is my fianceé and Amber Snoecks is a mutual friend, why, what happened, has something happened?” the thought of something going wrong or something happening to Zoë makes him feel dizzy. He can’t think straight, he doesn’t know what to do and he can hear the policeman still talking, so he exits the club as soon as he can. The cold air slaps him in the face, making him focus.

“I’m afraid I don’t have good news, sir. Your fianceé and friend have been involved in a car accident a couple of hours ago. They are both fine, but they have been sent to the hospital with major injuries.”

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