I'm rewatching the third season of "Soy Luna", and I'm at the part where Luna tells Nina that she thinks she has feelings for her best friend Simón. Nina thinks that Luna is trying to think of Simón to forget Matteo after everything that happened, because the two of them had many problems in their relationship.
Now I have to think about Ismail and Sascha. Today I watched the first clip with Sascha again. The interaction between Isi and Sascha seems so intimate, gentle and loving. I paid more attention to Ismail's looks (I had suspected for a while that Sascha had a crush on Isi anyway), and he looks at Sascha totally in love.
What I want to say is: What if Ismail has been secretly in love with Sascha for a long time, but wanted to suppress it because he thought that nothing would come of Sascha and him? What if Ismail tried to think about Lou to get over Sascha?
When they kissed, it turned out that neither of them was in love.
Ismail feels something for Sascha, but believes that nothing could become of them. But now that two people have already said that Sascha might be feeling something more, it could of course be that Isi is getting his hopes up but is afraid to stand by his feelings. He seems to have been in love with Sascha for a while and now he obviously doesn't know how to explain it to Sascha for fear of breaking something.
"Somehow I couldn't come up with what I wanted to say to you, but that's why I'm so sorry and I just wanted to tell you, that I don't buy myself either. I just wanted to tell you I'm totally sorry"
robbe comes by with new information on how to win lucas over, but first they have to get one thing straight.
dw jens, we all think you are very pretty <3
(and so will lucas)
[side note] the events and character portrayals have been remodeled to fit my vision so it is not 100% accurate and by the book. it’s just a general play on the og characters sort of fitting the skam character moulds
a little something to celebrate the fact i finally got over my writers block on my vds fantasy au :,)
-in which zoë asks jens what’s got him smiling lately. jens pretends he doesn’t know it’s because of a certain blue eyed boy with a beautiful smile that he’s been stealing glances at lately. he also doesn’t know that the same boy is stealing glances at him.
ik the timing and stuff is off but i just thought it was a cute little edit
VDS 124 like if they’re just friends but also pinning and Lucas stealing Jens’s stuff
124. “Are you wearing my shirt?”
Sander was looking at him oddly. Lucas had learned long ago not to like any of Sander’s odd expressions. He braced himself, but all the older boy ended up saying was, “Nice shirt.” He was fairly nonchalant about it, too.
Too nonchalant.
Lucas blinked at him, then glanced down at himself in confusion. Then he froze. Then he thought, Oh fuck.
But he just said, “Uh, thanks?”
Sander raised his brows, but refrained from commenting further with a nod and pursed lips. Lucas let out a sigh of relief and tugged his jacket around himself, even though he’d been debating taking it off a minute ago. He was an absolute idiot. How had he even managed to do this?
No, it wasn’t that big of a deal. It was fine. No one would notice. He totally wouldn’t notice. And if anyone did, it wasn’t a big deal. It didn’t mean anything. Lucas didn’t care. He wouldn’t care. With the jacket, now, it was practically unnoticeable anyway.
Jens and Robbe plopped down across from them, and Jens frowned at Lucas almost immediately. “Are you wearing my shirt?”
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
“What?”
“Is that my shirt?” Jens repeated, raising a brow at him.
Lucas innocently glanced down at himself. Again. “Nope, don’t think so.”
“It’s red,” Robbe pointed out. Lucas resisted the urge to glare at him.
“So?”
“You don’t wear red,” Jens said.
His face was turning red, that’s for sure. Why had he decided to lie? It didn’t matter. But he couldn’t very well turn back now, could he? Especially not when they were using such terrible, untrue logic. “I wear plenty of red.”
“Uh, when?” Sander asked.
Lucas glanced at him in betrayal. “I was wearing a red jumper yesterday!”
Jens shook his head. “That was pink.”
“It…was not. I have red things. Maybe you’ve just never seen me with this shirt. Maybe it’s a new shirt.”
“I’ve definitely seen it, ‘cause it’s mine. And it’s definitely not new.”
It wasn’t. It was old, and worn, and so soft, and Jens had been wearing it two days ago at Lucas’s house, looking as lovely as usual. Which totally explained why it still smelled like him. Lucas was a little bit in love with it. He swore, however, that he’d thought it was a coincidence. He hadn’t really thought about it at all. It was just a t-shirt. He’d just picked it up and put it on. He’d been running late! Besides, what did it matter? He couldn’t understand why the others cared.
Jens was eyeing him with a little too much intensity for someone who didn’t care, though.
Lucas willed the blush in his cheeks to stay down and decided playing it off was the best bet. “It’s just a shirt I picked up in my room. Do you want it back, or something?” He sat up straight and grabbed the edges of his jacket, mockingly prepared to take it off.
Jens snorted, smiling. “No, I’m not telling you off. It suits you.” He looked down at his food, and like Sander, appeared a little too nonchalant.
Lucas leaned back and couldn’t quite will his blush away.
He stole a handful of Sander’s fries when he noticed the boy’s smirk.
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Considering they’d made it into such a big deal, it didn’t seem like a coincidence when more of Jens’s clothes seemed to magically appear around his room. He seemed to conveniently ‘forget’ a hoodie or jacket or shirt every time he was at Lucas’s. For the first week or so, Lucas avoided them like the plague and returned them as casually as he could, telling himself he was imagining the disappointment on Jens’s face each time a garment was simply handed back.
But it was inevitable. Lucas was in a rush and still have asleep; and Jens’s clothes were soft, and warm, and they smelled and felt like Jens. And Lucas did tend to lead towards a pinker shade of red, and so the change was nice, right? He was quite sure how he felt about it, but it was a nice change every now and then.
Not that he was doing it every now and then. He showed up to school that once, a week later, wearing Jens’s hoodie. Sander’s smirk at the gate was easily ignored in favour of Jens’s pleased smile. Lucas lived to please. He didn’t get it, really, but if Jens was happy, then it was fine. Anything was fine.
He wasn’t expecting Jens to start downright dressing Lucas in his clothes, tucking a jacket or coat around his shoulders at the first hint of a shiver or spit of rain. Even Robbe seemed to be growing greatly amused, and Lucas didn’t understand. He was beginning to think he was being made fun of, the butt of a joke he wasn’t privy to, but he didn’t think they would do that to him. Especially Jens. He hoped Jens wouldn’t do that to him. He was the one Jens was supposed to have inside jokes with.
He didn’t understand, and it was driving him crazy. Did Jens see the effect it had on him? How much he liked it? Why would he keep it up if he did? He was pretty sure Sander, at least, had figured it out. Which meant if Jens didn’t already know, it would likely be the reason Lucas gave himself away eventually. Especially if he kept blushing like a schoolgirl every time Jens tucked a collar up around his chin.
Because of course Lucas liked it. It was being wrapped in Jens’s embrace, all day. It was tucking his nose into the fabric and breathing and feeling like he was lying in Jens’s room. It was knowing what it looked like, especially when he received the subtle, jealous side-eyes from anyone who approached Jens. He wasn’t barbaric enough to call it the sign of ownership others may have thought, but, well.
It sort of was. He couldn’t explain what else it could be.
Which is why, when Jens tried to walk right past his hoodie and leave Lucas’s house in a t-shirt, into a downpour, Lucas found the courage to ask, “Why do you like me wearing your clothes?”
Jens halted just as he passed through the bedroom door, and turned back. “What?”
“Your clothes.” Lucas gestured at the hoodie hanging from his desk chair. “You keep leaving them so I’ll wear them, or straight-up give them to me when we’re out.”
Jens spread his arms out; Lucas thought he could see a spot of pink in his cheeks. “No I don’t.”
Lucas raised his brow. When Jens simply looked back at him, he said, “Okay. You should take your hoodie, then. It’s raining.”
“Right. Yeah.” Jens cleared his throat and wandered back into the room, snatching the hoodie up. Then he stood there, fiddling with it, as he alternated glances between it and Lucas. He let out a sigh, and blurted, “Fine, I like you in my clothes. Happy?”
Lucas froze. He hadn’t actually been prepared for Jens to say it outright. In fact, he’d expected to be laughed off at best and brushed off at worst. He didn’t really know what to do now. He dragged himself down to the end of his bed and sat up straight, looking up at Jens. “Uhm. More confused?”
Jens shrugged. His ears were definitely red now. “You think it’s weird.”
“If I thought it was weird, I wouldn’t have worn them,” Lucas pointed out.
Jens bit his lip.
Lucas licked his. “I just don’t know…why.”
“Red suits you. And you always wear more stylish stuff and, I don’t know. My clothes are bigger on you and you look all soft and…cute, or whatever.”
Lucas stared at him.
“Fuck,” Jens muttered, rubbing a hand over his face.
“Cute?” Lucas repeated.
The blush had spread through Jens’s whole face. Lucas couldn’t compute it. “Cuddly,” Jens shrugged, glancing away.
“So…it’s not some kind of joke, or something. You actually like me wearing your clothes.”
“Well, I’d like it if you weren’t wearing any clothes, but mine are—“ Jens cut himself off, his expression scrunching up in horror.
Lucas decided he must have been dreaming. But he was sure, if that was the case, Jens would hold his usual confident ease, rather than looking like he wanted to run out the door. Lucas managed to choke out, “What?”
“That’s definitely weird. That was the weirdest—the worst thing I could have said. I didn’t say that. Can we pretend I didn’t say that?”
“No.” Lucas surprised himself with the conviction in that, but Jens outright flinched. Lucas held a hand out to him, scrambling to his feet. “No, I mean…we don’t have to…I can’t forget you said that,” he settled on. Then, “I don’t want to forget you said that.”
He cringed at how unclear he was being, but Jens’s expression had slackened out into a much better type of surprise. Jens took a shuffling step forward, hesitantly bumping his hand against Lucas’s. “I really don’t want to make this worse,” he said carefully, “so could you clarify what you mean by that?”
Could he? It was doubtful. He was bound to say something stupid. “I mean.” He faltered, and gave himself a moment to think by locking his fingers with Jens’s. “I mean, I’d really like it if you left all your clothes in my room. Not like, all the clothes from your wardrobe, I mean, all the clothes you’re wearing. Not as in these exact clothes that you’re wearing now. Just—all your clothes, at once. That’s not better.”
Jens’s eyes had gotten very wide, which made sense, because Lucas had not clarified anything and actually gone on the most embarrassing ramble of his life. And he’d come out to Kes in the most extended, convoluted way possible.
Then a smile broke over Jens’s face, and he was laughing. Breathless and beautiful and maybe not entirely at Lucas’s expense. Maybe in relief.
“That could be arranged,” Jens eventually said, still grinning as wide as his face would allow. He stepped further into Lucas’s space, passing the point that would break them toe-to-toe and instead slotting their feet together. “But if you actually do think it’s weird, you could always keep my shirt on. Since you really are comfortable with that.”
Definitely relief.
It extended to Lucas, who was the one to burst out laughing this time. He tipped forward into Jens to hide it, muffling the sound in his friend’s—more than a friend?—shoulder.
“You could have just told me you liked me, you know,” Lucas eventually said, thankfully sounding braver than he felt.
Jens slid his arms around Lucas’s waist. “I definitely couldn’t. This was easier.”
Lucas laughed again. “This was easier?”
“We’re here, aren’t we?”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“Let’s see if you’re still saying that when I carry out your wish.”
Lucas blushed, but pulled back to look at Jens and tried for teasing. This was still his best friend. Lucas had been crushing on him long enough to put a good front up over his nerves. “Maybe you should just try kissing me first.”
Jens still seemed surprised by the offer; then he was beaming. “Sounds like a good place to start.”
His clothes did look great strewn around Lucas’s room.
What was Jen’s reaction to his confession after coming out of the sex high?! // Could you write VDS fic based on Troy Sivan song strawberries&cigarettes? // can u do one were J is jealous?
Jens is aware of what he said. It was on the spur of the moment, but he knows he meant it. Lucas didn’t say much right away because they were very busy with other things.
But after that, the rest of the weekend went differently. Maybe a little more romantic and honest. They’re not just fucking, that changed a long time ago and now it feels like they’re not hiding behind that excuse anymore. Lucas didn’t say the words back, but Jens feels like he showed in his actions.
He woke up quietly, Jens heard the soft sound of his bare feet against the wood floor until he found Jens and curled up against Jens’ side on the couch when he was scrolling through his Instagram, Lucas grabbed one of his hands and put it around himself so Lucas could sit more comfortably against his chest.
VDS Week: Friends to Lovers
Accompanies This gifset
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Jens doesn’t know why Lucas has a Grindr. It’s not as if he ever goes out with any of the people who DM him, and Jens knows for sure because Lucas told him as much last time it came up. Still, Lucas still scrolls through the pictures of guys he’s never going to meet.
Lucas says it’s because the idea of hooking up with a stranger he meets on the internet is just too weird, too unsafe in this day and age, but Jens knows that’s not really the reason.
The real reason is Lucas’ unrequited crush on his best friend.
(why am i just realizing now that i’ve written sneak peak wrong for my last two posts + also i didn’t really want to use these sets of screen caps for this scene remake but the scene is pretty iconic and i felt like my other idea wouldn’t live up to that)
in which lucas is less than amused at jens approaching him, but jens is only drawn in a little more by his sarcastic remarks
the world could use a bit more of sassy lucas vdh
[side note] the events and character portrayals have been remodeled to fit my vision so it is not 100% accurate and by the book. it’s just a general play on the og characters sort of fitting the skam character moulds
