#the way robbe buries his face in sander's hair and breathes him in

[ayellowcurtain]

Good morning 🌞 I like to think about Robbe studying late at night and Sander drawing on the bed but he falls asleep and when Robbe turns around to get in bed and sleep, he finds Sander doing that already, pencil in hand, and a very lovely unfinished sketch of Robbe right in front of his face 🥰❣️

Morning, anon!

Can I add some thoughts to this sweet, sweet scenario?

After seeing his cute and handsome and sweet boyfriend falling asleep, Robbe can’t go back to studying, right? It feels like a huge mistake to do anything else than to cuddle his boyfriend. Studying is the very last thing in his mind, and he finds the excuse for himself thinking that’s too late to go back to study and he needs his sleep. With Sander, of course. So Robbe leaves everything as is - he’ll organize his bag for class very early on Monday. He takes most of his clothes off, just keeps the underwear and he drags his feet on his way to bed, feeling the soft fabric of the vintage rug Sander bought a few months back. Robbe thought his boyfriend looked extremely hot that day, with the rug over his shoulder, carrying it by himself, Robbe purrs just thinking about it.

He lies down carefully and pulls the blankets a little bit to cover himself and to end the barrier of fabric between their bodies. Sander wakes up just enough to hum in between his breath and Robbe smiles, carefully grabbing the sketch and pencil to put it aside, snuggling as close as possible, and warm hands - the skin a little rough from all the drawing and painting Sander has been constantly doing for years now - pull him carefully close and then they move like magnets, like bodies that move so in sync since day once, and they tangle their legs, and Sander wraps his arms around Robbe in a tight lock, burying his face and nose deep against Robbe’s neck and just like Robbe’s smell and warmth is what he needed, Sander is out sleeping again. Robbe plays with his hair a little bit and falls back asleep too, his lips brushing Sander’s forehead.

#wtfock #sobbe #sander driesen #robbe ijzermans #robbe x sander #imagine being this in love and loved #sigh!

[nbrook29]

Lmao I don’t know how this happened 😆

***

June 26th 2021, Saturday

When Sander wakes up, it’s to the early morning June sunlight hitting him straight in the face. There’s a vague smell of alcohol lingering in the air, and he groans pitifully when he remembers the amount of beer he drank last night; well, it wasn’t that much per se, but for his not-usually-drinking self it was a bit much, which would explain the sour taste in his mouth. He could be beating himself up for letting a little too much loose and messing up his rather strict rules, but it’s finally summertime and he was feeling so happy and free. Exams are done and over with, bigger gatherings are allowed again, and most importantly, the love of his life has just graduated high school and-

Wait. 

He blinks his eyes open, arm reaching to the other side of the bed expecting a warm body, but it’s met with cold sheets instead. 

Where did that love of his life go? 

Bones cracking when he sits up on the bed, he rubs the sleep out of his eyes like a little boy, looking around the room, a twinge of worry in his mind. Robbe was way more drunk than him yesterday, being a giggly, inebriated, lovely, messy mess that was barely standing when the party came to an end. Sander had to practically carry him to their cabin, with Robbe wrapped like a koala around his back, holding tight as he mumbled love declarations into Sander’s hair until he fell asleep, arm looped around his head and cheek resting on top of it. It was unbearably cute, but it was also a miracle Sander’s legs didn’t give out because as small as Robbe is, carrying his dead weight on his back is a challenge.

For a second, a dark scenario enters his mind, and he’s working himself up over Robbe maybe getting up at some point to throw up and being so drunk he choked in the bathroom (yes, he’s a tad dramatic), but then a scrap of paper lying on the makeshift bedside table that is his backpack catches his sight and relief washes over him. 

It’s clearly torned out from his sketchbook and he smiles before he even reaches for it.

Come and find me when you wake up x

Little hearts were added all around for good measure and then there’s another message below.

P.S. You’re so fucking hot xxxxx

Snorting, Sander thinks back to yesterday’s afternoon when he showed up to pick Robbe up with his dad’s car so they could meet everyone in Ostend. The way his jaw dropped wide open seeing his brand new look makes him feel very smug at the mere memory.

Right next to the note there’s that piece of confetti he put in Robbe’s long hair at the party, his boyfriend blushing so prettily when Sander told him he couldn’t find a flower as beautiful as him around so the confetti had to do for the time being. 

That’s Sander’s favorite activity: pulling a blush out of him with his sappy lines. Well, maybe after getting lost in their out of this world kisses. Or making love to him, slow and sweet or fast and dirty, Sander’s not picky.

5 minutes and he’s out the door after the quickest shower of his life, minty fresh and ready for a quest to find his other half. It’s still very early, the clock showing a few minutes past eight, and to be honest, Sander wonders how on earth is Robbe up and about already. He was fully preparing for a morning full of Robbe’s moans (not the good kind), cursing him for letting him drink so much and swearing on his life that he’ll never touch alcohol again.

The beach is almost empty, barely a few people lounging on the sand, and it takes him no time to spot longish brown curls flying with the force of the wind. Robbe looks lost to the world around him, sitting cross-legged and leaning back onto his arms, face turned to the sun to catch the early morning rays. A soft smile is dancing on his lips as he takes in the sight of the calm sea stretching till the horizon to the sound of whatever is playing in his headphones (probably Bowie because Robbe has a Master’s degree in his music now, courtesy of Sander Driesen) and he looks the most relaxed Sander has seen him in weeks. He looks beautiful.

And Sander is so so in love with him it hurts.

The boy must’ve sensed his presence because he turns around just when he’s a few meters away, his smile growing wide at the sight of him, squinting a little and wow, how does he look so good after a night like that? Sander wonders whether it’s his lovesick devotion that makes him see Robbe through a filter or if sleep did its job marvellously this time.

“Hey, sleepyhead.” Robbe pulls at his jean jacket to sit him right next to himself and wastes no time before looping his arms around his neck, peppering his lips with good morning kisses.

“Hey, drunkie,” Sander teases once Robbe gets his fit, earning a half-hearted glare and a soft scoff.

“I was not that drunk.”

“You fell asleep on my head while I was carrying your butt to bed.”

“Well your head is very comfy,” Robbe states matter-of-factly, leaving no room for further discussion because he shuts up any snarky comment Sander may have had with another kiss. That’s a-okay with him, and he tangles his hand in Robbe’s gorgeous locks that he will worship till the day he dies, never missing an occasion to bury his fingers in the tangled strands. The other hand joins in the fun, tugging playfully at the earring he’s also a tiny bit too obsessed with and delighting in the high-pitched sound it pulls out of Robbe.

“What are you doing here so early? I thought you’d be dead to the world till at least noon.” Sander makes himself comfy in Robbe’s embrace, leaning against him and playing with Robbe’s long fingers that are resting on his stomach.

The boy huffs a quiet laugh, a warm puff of air tickling Sander’s neck. “I think it’s the sea breeze making me sober up quicker than normally,” he pauses, hand nudging lightly at Sander’s chin to make him lift his head back and meet his eyes, a soft smile on his lips as he continues. “That and also I think that I was less drunk on alcohol and more drunk on love.”

Sander may be the king of sappy lines, but Robbe has a few of his own up in his sleeve, and everytime he pulls one out, it makes him melt into a pile of goo. Sander crashes their lips together in a kiss that’s a little too heavy for a morning in a public space, but hey, they’re drunk on love and he doesn’t care, Robbe doesn’t care either, and there aren’t many people around them anyway so fuck it. He hums into the kiss, Robbe’s tongue grazing the roof of his mouth almost as by accident, and it’s so good, it always is.

“Last night, it felt so... life-changing, you know? And I don’t know why cause not that much is changing, really.”

“You’re graduating high school, it feels big.”

“Yeah, but I’m staying here for uni, I’m not moving or anything. I don’t know, I think I’ve been feeling a little nostalgic lately.” Robbe shrugs like he doesn’t really understand it, but doesn’t want to dwell on it either. There’s a small frown between his eyebrows though so Sander reaches to smooth it out with his thumb.

Then, something comes to his mind. “Maybe it’s because of us?”

Robbe’s frown gets deeper. “What do you mean?”

Sander turns around in his arms, nodding at the surroundings, voice laced with excitement. “You know this is the first time we have been at the beach since we met?”

Brown eyes blink at him in confusion, but then they light up and match Sander’s excitement.

“Oh my god, you’re right! Fuck, it feels like a different lifetime.”

A very miserable, shitty lifetime if you ask Sander. For both of them.

“I was so lonely back then,” Robbe sighs.

Sander notices a tiny shadow of sadness fogging Robbe’s eyes, like it always happens when he thinks back to that period of his life. Some wounds were cut too deep to fully heal, but Sander’s always there to bring him back to the present.

Tugging lightly on his hair to make him look back at him, Sander gives him a lopsided grin.

“Not gonna lie, I’m very pleased this time around the only person that’s allowed to kiss you is me.”

Robbe hums, a smirk brewing on his lips. “Hmm, I don’t know, I wouldn’t say no to a kiss from Jens I think.”

And Sander knows he’s doing it on purpose, absolutely loves to rile him up and play the “Jens” card when he wants to be snogged into submission. Robbe learned early on that even though Sander’s aware he’s just joking, his possessive streak always comes out in situations like this, making their kisses extra good and their sex extra hot.

“Careful now,” Sander breathes against his mouth, the pent up tension that accumulated last night and wasn’t relieved because Robbe was too drunk hitting him hard. It seems to be mutual because Robbe bites his lip seductively, impish smile letting Sander know that he’s getting the exact reaction he was hoping for.

“Or what?”

“Or I’m gonna carry you to bed the way I did last night, but the finale will be a little different.”

Suddenly, Robbe’s smile turns softer, the gear change leaving Sander a bit confused, but he welcomes it with a chuckle when Robbe snuggles close to him, nuzzling into his neck and letting out a content sigh.

“I love you so much,” he murmurs sweetly against his skin, breaking and healing Sander’s heart all at once. 

“I love you too, cutie. In elk universum.” 

A giggle erupts from Robbe at the universe line. “It’s been a while since you said that.”

Sander presses a kiss to his temple. “I think I'm feeling a bit nostalgic too.” 

***

The beach is slowly starting to fill out with people and bursting their little bubble so they get up reluctantly to the sounds of their grumbling stomachs that demand late breakfast. They notice their friends in the distance, spreading a huge blanket on the sand and carrying armfulls of food, and they walk over to them slowly, smiling goofily at each other and swaying their joined hands, paying no mind to people around. 

“Hey, Sander?” Robbe says suddenly.

“Yeah?”

“You’re gonna be dating a college boy now,” Robbe announces, and he sounds so proud and so adorable that Sander has to tease him a little.

He sighs, putting an extra edge of sorrow into it. “I think you’re getting too old for me, Robin.” A choked-off sound of pain follows, Robbe’s mellowy state not stopping him from jabbing his elbow in Sander’s ribs when he’s being a cheeky little shit. He should’ve known better by now - Robbe’s elbows are merciless. 

They arrive at the spot shoving each other playfully until Zoe yells at them to behave and sit their butts down like good boys to eat their food. They dig in without needing to be asked twice, their previous bickering forgotten as Robbe feeds him sandwiches, pretending they’re airplanes and making Sander and everyone around laugh hard.

This, today, yesterday, is a new memory. One that wipes away the angst he used to associate sea and beach with after enviously watching Robbe in the arms of someone else. 

This time, Robbe’s smiles are directed at him, his eyes are constantly seeking out him, hand slides surreptitiously into his hand, and Sander’s heart is bursting with happiness.

They’re going on a roadtrip this summer, just him and his favorite skater boy, and Sander cannot fucking wait. Just like he can’t wait for their future together.

And if there’s a ring sitting in his bottom drawer nobody needs to know for now. 

Robbe will find out in 55 days.

#wtfock #sobbe #my fics

[allforyoumylovely]

Omg you're taking prompts!! So I always like to imagine sobbe slow dancing. and at first it was sander who asked baby robbe but now, it's robbe who puts on some soft music and makes sander dance with him :') no stress, if you're not inspired by this, it's all chill <3 but if you could write this into something sweet, that would be focking nice

imagining this made me so soft, anon 🥺 even though sander feels a little down, I promise you it's very sweet. here you go <3

An ode to kitchens

Robbe used to think there was something so unsettling about kitchens after twelve am. Maybe this mindset was helped along the way by the nights he got up for a glass of water when he was little and heard the faint sounds of his mama crying behind her bedroom door, or the countless times he came home drunk and depressed, taking off his happy, social day-mask and letting his blank face be washed white by the fridge light.

But then Sander came.

And things were suddenly not so hopeless anymore.

Now kitchens mean bubbling tomato sauce and flour specks on the walls, chuckles when tactile hands reach under shirts and around waists, and teasing flicks of chequered tea towels. Kitchens mean morning grumpiness (Sander), and cheeks rosy from sleep (Robbe) and fond eyes over cups of coffee (both).

When Sander’s parents go on weekend trips, Sander unbuckles Robbe’s belt and peels down his jeans right there in the middle of the kitchen with an urgency that stuns Robbe for a split-second. When there’s a pile of dark blue denim on the floor by the kitchen table, he grabs Robbe by the waist and hoists him up on the sun-warm countertop, his strong and veiny hands on his flanks drawing out small, needy sounds from Robbe’s mouth that he wastes no time lapping up. Robbe’s skin vibrates under Sander’s touch as if it’s programmed to feel ten times as much wherever the slightly calloused pads of Sander’s fingers stroke and caress and worship. And his lips skirt the sharp line of Sander’s jaw as he fumbles with his zipper, before throwing his arms around his neck and melting into his open-mouthed kisses when it gets intense and overwhelming and exceptionally good.

When there’s no more glittery stardust in his field of vision, and the cherry wood of the kitchen chairs and the cream cupboards and the dirty mugs in the sink slowly come back into view, Robbe buries into Sander’s neck and lets out a giggle one moment and then has tears dancing on his lash lines the next when Sander’s warm, familiar cologne envelopes him, and all his cells pinch when he realises for the billionth time how much he loves him.

Having sex in kitchens wasn’t really something Robbe thought he’d ever do; he’d be too shy and self-conscious, feel too out of place. But the Sunday morning it happened for the first time – Sander’s loose smile pressed against his, pillow lines on Robbe’s cheek, their hair still sleep-tousled, heartbeats slowly speeding up – he had never felt more in tune with himself and his surroundings there next to the stove that has baked and roasted and burnt their croques whenever Sander plasters himself to Robbe’s back, nipping distractingly at his earlobe or kissing up the side of his neck, and the kitchen table where they’d just had their breakfast, the top still decorated with green marker lines from Sander’s child hand, and the fridge that holds food for Sander’s family which now also includes Robbe. And it was as if it all said this is the heart of the home, of course it’s a place for lovemaking too.

Sander’s and Robbe’s kitchen have seen every emotion; the sweetness of lapsing into contented silence while doing their schoolwork until one of them releases a soft sigh and the other looks up, realising he has been observed by adoring eyes for the last ten minutes; the rare bursts of anger when Robbe can’t figure out how to talk to his dad; the slight embarrassment when the love of your life is told your childhood stories. And sometimes when they’re in the kitchen talking, just the two of them, Sander reaches for Robbe’s hands and starts swinging them from side to side like a child while telling him about his day. Then Robbe knows Sander is really, really happy.

But their kitchens know tears too. When Sander feels trapped in his head late at night, a bit emo and melancholic, he sinks down on the kitchen floor, rests his back against the cabinets, and tells Robbe in a voice adjusted to the stillness around them, “It’s us against the world.”

Robbe, mirroring Sander’s position opposite him, nods and places his socked feet on top of Sander’s in a small anchoring gesture of affection, reminding him reassuringly, “But the world is not against us.”

And Sander looks at him for a few long moments in the warm orange glow of hallway light pouring in, slowly letting his gaze wander from the curve of his chin to the curls draping over his forehead until his eyes start glistening like wet diamonds. He lets out a little groan and presses the heels of his hands against his eyes. “Jesus Christ, if tears were gold, I’d be a fucking millionaire.”

Quietly, Robbe crosses the small space between them and settles in next to Sander, brushing his hand over his jaw. Sander turns his face slightly towards him and Robbe presses a gentle kiss to the high point of his cheekbone. When Sander rests his head on his shoulder, Robbe threads their fingers together and rakes through his mental box of ways to bring back the light in his baby’s eyes, light like buttery sunrays filtered through green leaves.

“Baby,” he says softly, squeezing his hand. “Let’s do something.”

Sander reluctantly gets up with him, very much content with how they were on the floor, frowning a little when Robbe starts scrolling through his phone.

Soft guitar notes spread in the room as Robbe presses play, and he looks up at Sander, slightly sheepish. It’s usually Sander doing this: turning on some music and pulling Robbe in by the waist, asking him to dance with him in his low, silky voice. Robbe will never forget how his eyes look when they sway together: angel-bright and crinkly at the corners. And it makes him bolder than he feels.

“For the next…” Robbe checks the song, “four minutes, we’re going to slow dance right here the kitchen.” He combs his fingers through Sander’s fringe before gently twining his arms around his neck. Sander’s own instinctively wrap around the small of his back, and Robbe’s heart gives a sigh of relief.

“I know you feel a little lost in the world sometimes,” he says, a light tremble to his words when Sander rests his forehead against his. “But I’m here. And I hope you know that you can always share things with me, no matter how big or small, and that I’ll be right here to listen and to love you.”

Sander pulls him closer until there’s no more air between them. “Sounds like a wedding vow.” There’s a hint of teasing lurking in his tone, and it makes Robbe smile.

“Well, I am gonna marry you, you already know that, so… Might as well prepare.”

And Sander presses their lips together in a kiss brimming with tenderness, and it tugs at something right behind Robbe’s breastbone. His hands glide down Sander’s neck until they lie directly over his pulse points. There’s a rapid fluttering against his palms, and Robbe knows it’s the marriage talk that does it. Because it means they’ll have each other always always always.

They sway to the gentle music, intertwined, wrapped up in each other, body and soul, and continue long after the song is over and the space is quiet again.

“I love you,” Sander mumbles into Robbe’s hair.

There’s basil and lemon balm in the windowsill, a hoodie draped over a kitchen chair, the kettle still warm from the cups of tea they made earlier. Every once in a while, they step on the creaky floorboard.

“I love you too,” Robbe whispers, brushing his lips below Sander’s ear.

For Robbe, kitchens also mean this: slow dancing with your love to nothing but the sound of their breathing against your temple as you help each other turn back into starlight.

Slow it down

Slow it down

Through chaos as it swirls

It's us against the world

Through chaos as it swirls

It's us against the world

#drabbles 💗 #sorry for always making sander feel low #i write what i know i guess #but i don't have a robbe who slow dances with me in the kitchen to make me feel better 💔 #sander is a lucky boy #wtfock

[peaceoutofthepieces]

Tracing Time

Saturday, 08:10

Song: Her - Five Minutes

The sun comes out.

It had risen hours ago with Sander, but also like him had then tucked itself away, making its ascent behind a flurry of dense clouds. Now Sander watches as the last wisps slither aside and reveal the full circle.

It hasn’t been up quite long enough to warm the concrete roof Sander sits on. He’d thought, rightly, to grab his jacket before slipping out around an hour prior, and he’s grateful for the tough leather now. He hadn’t bothered bringing his camera, so his hands are also safely tucked into his pockets. He doesn’t need any more photographs of this view than he already has.

He likes it fine like this. To just sit and see. He doesn’t need to capture it. To have it exist in this moment is enough.

Being so high up likely doesn’t help with the chill, but this is one of Sander’s favourite spots. He’d been pleased, the day one of his professors took their class to one of the older buildings in the academy and climbed the back stairs right to the top. They’d had to capture this scene that day. The sun glinting amidst the clouds, the clouds obscuring the tops of some of the area’s highest buildings, and all the life going on down below. Even now there are a few students milling around there, heading to their studios early or meeting fellow classmates, and interspersed is the honk of morning traffic, the hustle and bustle of a world just beginning to wake.

Sander is apart from all of it. The sun is slanting a ray solely for him; the beings below are tiny specks of colour splashed amidst the gray; the level of the world he’s entered is quiet, aside from the music lilting lightly in his ears.

He had been even more pleased that day to notice none of his fellow classmates had paid much attention to the roof itself, but simply focused on the task at hand. He had wondered how such a perfect place of solace wasn’t already constantly occupied, especially when it could be so easily accessed by a whole school of art students. He hadn’t thought he would be able to make it his own.

But sitting on the lip of the building, legs hung over the edge and arms resting on one of the lower bars stopping him from falling to his death, it does feel like the rooftop belongs to him and him alone. The thought is enough to bring a smile to his face.

He’s the only one seeing this right now, the only one capable of capturing this exact image at this exact time. It doesn’t—like many things do—make him feel as isolated or small as he expects. It reminds him that he has his own vision and his own mind and his own existence, and this must mean he is meant for something. This eagle-eye perspective of this universe in this exact moment is made just for him.

His smile widens as he ponders on how Robbe-like that thought is.

It’s this thought that eventually draws him away. He slides his legs back onto solid concrete and hauls himself to his feet, wincing at the twinge in his ass and brushing stone crumbs off the back of his jeans. Then he slips back through the doorway and down the stairs and begins the trek back to his number-one solace.

His feet cry out in relief as he quietly lets himself into the house and pulls off his Docs. They aren’t the best walking shoes. His feet feel achy and sweaty and he curls and rolls his toes on the wooden floor as he hangs his jacket back on his usual hook. Then he climbs another set of stairs.

He’s relieved to find Robbe exactly how he left him, only now lit in a more golden glow. The boy is curled on his side, facing the doorway Sander has just crept through, curls splayed on the pillow and mouth slightly agape. Fast asleep. Beautiful.

Sander tugs off his jumper and steps out of his jeans, then rounds the bed and crawls back in next to his boyfriend.

The sheets have chilled since he vacated them, unhelpful against his already-cold skin. He shifts towards the middle of the mattress and already feels warmer. The heat emanating from Robbe beckons him closer, and he doesn’t fight it, slipping right into the dip behind Robbe and sliding an arm over his waist, pulling the boy back against his chest. Robbe moves easily, snuggling back into Sander with a sigh, and Sander’s whole body blooms with heat.

As much as he likes his rooftop, there’s no doubt that this is his favourite place to be. ‘This’ being anywhere within Robbe’s orbit.

He doesn’t quite drift off again, but his body goes pleasantly lax and his mind quiets. The longer he listens to Robbe’s soft breaths the more his own heart eases.

Then Robbe starts to shift, and Sander worries he’s woken him. He wriggles in Sander’s arms and Sander loosens his grip, but Robbe simply rolls over in his embrace, turning to face him and immediately curling towards his chest. Sander’s lips turn up in a smile as he draws him in, pressing his nose to Robbe’s soft curls and inhaling slowly. Robbe’s arm curls over his waist, tucking around his back and denting his skin.

He traces patterns over Robbe’s bare shoulder in the few minutes it takes for Robbe to stir again. His grip tightens on Sander for a second as his eyes scrunch, refusing to succumb to the sunlight as he presses closer to Sander’s chest.

Sander presses a kiss to the top of his head as he lets out a tiny, whiny hum, still half-asleep as he stretches his toes against Sander’s ankles and blinks.

Robbe’s doe eyes, even while squinty and crusted with sleep, are the most mesmerizing things he’s ever seen. The corners of them crinkle as Robbe leans back far enough to smile up at him before burying his face back in the crook of Sander’s neck. “Morning,” he mumbles. Then he kisses the closest patch of Sander’s skin.

Sander hugs him tight and returns, “Morning. Sleep well?”

Robbe hums again. “Wha’ time is it?”

“I don’t know. Still before nine, I think.”

“Okay,” Robbe sighs, giving him a squeeze. “We still have some time then.” After a pause, he pulls away from Sander again and looks up at him curiously. “Did you go out? You’re cold.”

This last bit comes out as a whine, and Sander huffs. “Yeah. Just for a walk.”

Robbe hums, smiling as he snuggles back into him again, pushing Sander onto his back so he can sprawl out over his chest and lock their arms together. “Taking photos?”

“No. Didn’t take my camera or anything.”

“But you took your phone, right?”

“Of course, I needed music.”

Robbe huffs, but accepts this response without further questions, leaving a smiling kiss on Sander’s chest. He repeats the motion, then starts up a lazy trail, mapping his way across Sander’s collarbone until Sander tugs his hair. Robbe tilts his head up and lets Sander connect their lips, shifting up on the bed and pressing a hand to Sander’s cheek. Sander’s hand moves to cup the back of Robbe’s head, fingers tangling in his curls and drawing him closer. Robbe’s hand moves up his chest to settle in the crook of his neck and he feels suddenly warm.

He skims a hand down Robbe’s back, tracing the divots and dents of his spine, breathing slow under Robbe’s lazy kisses. He palms at Robbe’s hip, and Robbe quickly takes the hint, lifting his leg over Sander’s and settling atop him before letting out a happy hum.

“Good morning,” he says, amused and cheeky, and Sander bites his lip in retaliation.

Robbe giggles and Sander swallows the sound down, tucks it away in the lower part of his chest to be dug up later. He has made up a whole portfolio of these precious sounds, along with a plethora of the most stunning images and a sad imitation of Robbe’s touch. It’s hard to beat the real thing.

Sander soaks up as much of it as he can now and still begs for more, splaying one hand over shoulder-blades and letting the other slide down, curling over the curve of Robbe’s bottom, drawing him down while tilting his own hips up. Now Robbe’s hum is lower, coming from a more guttural place as he bears down on his own, only requiring that initial permission.

He breaks away to gaze down at Sander, tracing light fingertips over his face as he breathes heavily. Sander smooths his hand back up the line of Robbe’s back to tangle both in his hair. This time he makes his way along Robbe’s cheek, feathering kisses against the stubbly skin until he can brush his lips against the shell of Robbe’s ear and nip at the lobe, free of his earring for the moment. Robbe makes a small, mewling noise and tightens his grip on Sander’s shoulders.

“What time are you leaving?” Sander asks, keeping his voice at a murmur so as not to spoil the mood entirely.

“Jens is meeting me here around ten.”

Sander groans. “You can’t make that ten-thirty?”

Robbe huffs gently. He places his hands on Sander’s chest and pushes himself up to sitting, still astride Sander’s hips. Sander would be more upset with the new lack of contact if it didn’t give him such a nice view; Robbe is all clean-cut lines and lean muscle, with skin glowy and soft under Sander’s fingers. “Jens wanted to be gone yesterday,” Robbe reminds him, not unkindly.

“Why didn’t he just go with Lucas, then?”

“Because he agreed to wait around so I could spend the night with you.” Robbe raises his brows. At Sander’s permanent pout, he huffs again, shaking his head. “You can still come with, you know. We’re going to get a break before the end of school. Couldn’t you do with a break, too?”

Sander groans again and pulls Robbe’s pillow over his face. “I can’t,” he moans. “This project is due on Monday. Unless I stayed up all night tomorrow, I wouldn’t have time to finish it.”

Robbe hums. “You’re usually the one begging me to keep you up all night.”

Sander gives him a sour look, even as his stomach flutters.

“I’m sorry,” Robbe laughs. “I really am. But you know Lucas never asks for anything.”

“And you want to go.”

Robbe hesitates, but he never lies to Sander. He gives a tiny nod and an apologetic smile. “I do. And Jens really needs it.”

Sander considers him for a moment, the lovely curve of his lips and the gentle doe-eyes, and blows out a sigh. “You deserve it,” he says softly. He gives Robbe’s ear a tug and allows himself to smile. “And I suppose I’ll survive.”

It only takes Robbe’s grin to prove he’s done the right thing. Robbe leans down to leave him a kiss, light but lingering, and then turns it into a dozen different pecks instead. “You better. Thank you.”

Sander can only lie there and accept the onslaught of affection, laughing as he settles his hands on Robbe’s thighs and squeezes. He meant what he said—Robbe does deserve it. They hadn’t managed to get away over the break as initially planned, so when Lucas invited them back to Utrecht this weekend they had jumped on the offer. Sander had shared the excitement initially, but then had quickly been reminded of his reality, in which he had stupidly chosen to leave things to the last minute.

“I feel more sorry for you, anyway,” Sander mumbles, emitting a low whistle. “I’ll be alone, but at least I’ll have a quiet night.”

Robbe immediately pushes himself up again, wide-eyed. “No. We’re staying at Lucas’s house, with his mom. Surely they won’t…”

Sander snorts, waving at the space around them and raising a brow. “Where are we right now, Robbe?” At Robbe’s blush, he purses his lips together, making his own eyes big in suggestion. “It is a stress-relief getaway.”

Robbe buries his face in his hands and groans. He rolls off of Sander even as the elder protests, peeking through his hands to stare up at the ceiling. “I’m going to come home traumatised. It’ll be worse than the time I walked in on him and Jana.”

“Not if you don’t walk in on them,” Sander laughs. Seconds later, a pillow smacks him in the face. He makes a muffled protest as he’s attacked again, grabbing at the soft material and wrestling it out of Robbe’s grip to whack him back, hearing Robbe make an ‘oof’ sound before breaking out into giggles.

Eventually, Sander tosses the pillow aside and wrestles Robbe instead, getting him flat on his back and moving over him. He slots a leg between Robbe’s and presses their tangled hands down either side of Robbe’s head, and Robbe’s eyelids droop. Then his fingers flex around Sander’s as his lips part. His neck strains as his head tilts up. Sander ducks down, but forgoes Robbe’s lips to lick a stripe up his neck.

“Sander,” Robbe whines, squirming underneath him in protest even as he lets out a breathy laugh.

“What?”

“We haven’t got long.”

Sander hums, pulling the patch of skin he’d been kissing between his teeth to hear Robbe gasp. “We’d have longer if you were going to stay.”

“Sander,” Robbe repeats, this time in sullen protest.

“Sorry, sorry,” Sander soothes. “We still have enough time though, don’t we?”

“Did you hear my mom when you got back?”

“Nope. I assume she’s still sound asleep.”

Robbe smiles at that, pleased, and Sander finally grants him a kiss, slow and sensual until Robbe makes a needy little sound and squeezes his hands. Sander releases his hands and Robbe immediately tangles them in his hair, tugging at the strands.

“How many minutes do we have to make up for?” Sander asks him.

“Too many to waste time calculating now. We just have enough time to make sure you don’t forget me while I’m gone.” Robbe winks at him, and Sander huffs and goes in for another kiss, but Robbe is already moving. Sander half expects to be rolled over again, but instead Robbe just shimmies down, licking and biting his own way along Sander’s neck before heading lower.

Sander’s arms tremble with the effort of keeping himself up when Robbe’s lips close around his nipple. He draws his pillow over to bury his face in it as Robbe works a mark into his chest, rolling the opposite nipple under his thumb. Once he’s pleased with his work and Sander’s mumbling his name, he makes his way further south.

The following minutes are quite memorable indeed.

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#wtfock #sobbe #rosander #robbe x sander #sander season #tracing time #there is already ✨foreshadowing✨ here #but I’ll be very surprised if anyone figures out what it is hahaha

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Sincerely, Always Yours

Chapter 46

Chapter 45

“If you won’t get here in 30min I swear to god I will never talk to you again.”

Well, that sounded pretty promising Sander’d say, so after he tried to get his shit together, which he only had 20min to do so, he was standing outside of the door he closed just a few hours ago.

I need to take a big breath. He tells himself and tries to calm down a little bit but he can’t, so he breathes in and out with his trembly lips and sighs after he’s done.

Should he knock?

Should he just walk in?

Sander knows he makes a lot of mistakes, he also knows that the most of them are pretty damaging but right now, he got a new record, he’s sure he has never fucked up like he did at this moment.

Not only he confessed the thing he has been hiding almost his whole life, but he also accidentally admitted lying to the boy he loved for months.

What a day this has been and it only just began.

Sander decided to open the door and walk in. He tried to do is as silently as he possibly could so maybe he would have some more time until the other boy would notice he was there but all his hopes were crushed when he saw him sitting on the couch, in the livings room, their eyes meeting each other as soon as Sander opened the door, the room’s door being open which technically meant that Sander could see it from the entrance.

He avoided his gaze, closed the door and stood there, not moving, looking at the boy in front of him, his heart feeling like it was about to have an attack, trying to figure out how Robbe must be feeling from the look on his face but for the first time ever, Sander couldn’t see what he was thinking.

He swallowed, wanting to run away again, just disappear from existence.

He run this morning so he wouldn’t have to go though this conversation right now but things weren’t working out well for him today, were they?

People say that the time passes slowly when you’re in a complete deadly silence and they are right. Sander could hear the breeze coming from kitchen’s half open window, tried to focus on that, the only source of sound he was hearing, so he wouldn’t lose his mind because of quietness.

He don’t know what to do. He’s here, like Robbe told him to be, and he took only twenty four minutes so he was on time, as much as he wanted to vanish, but the boy sounded threatening when he texted him that and only that, so Sander’s brain decided that maybe things weren’t over if he wanted to see him.

“Hi?” He mumbled and regretted it immediately.

Hitting himself in the face in his mind. Why does he always say the wrong things? He just confessed his love to the boy, not even speaking about how he slept with him yesterday night and left this morning like nothing happened and he comes back to say hello.

Why am I like this?

Sander’s voice must have snapped Robbe out of his condition since he quickly got up and looked at him more closely, not taking his eyes off of him since he got there, his jaw clenched.

There we go, this must be the part where I get hurt, as if I’m already not questioning my whole life.

“Hi? Hi?” He said, his voice raucous which made Sander flinch.

Sander looked up at him, there wasn’t anywhere he could go away so he used his time to peered at his face.

Robbe’s hair was messy, he was wearing an old t-shirt which Sander remembered from somewhere but couldn’t put his mind to it now, and one of his black sweatpants.

His face looked exhausted, cheeks stained and red-ish, voice hoarse.

Sander looked down at his feet, couldn’t keep the eye contact, lost a battle, he felt tiny under Robbe gaze, dreaming the ground’d open up and bury him underground.

He couldn’t say anything, his eyes starting to fill up with tears.

Having an argument or a fight with somebody was one different thing, but having it with Robbe was another thing, which killing him slowly.

He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold everything in for a long time, he’d explode from tears if the boy kept being like this.

He really didn’t want to be there.

“You lied to me - you lied to me for months.” Robbe told him, still staring at the boy who was stuck by the door, probably wishing he could turn away and run. There was at least five feet distance between them and as much as he always wants to be closer to Robbe every second of the day, right now Sander felt that he was suffocating, the space was too small, he needed to back off a little bit.

Sander figured out that he couldn’t hear the wind anymore, and he felt so lonely, like his friend just let him here to die alone, his only emotional support just disappeared, he had no idea how to act and behave so because of that when Sander still stayed mute, Robbe raised his voice from frustration: “Fucking say something.”

“Fuck - okay - okay.” Sander muttered, a breath getting stuck in his throat, felt like he’d break down in any second if he didn’t control himself better, getting out of the daze, panicking.

“I -“ Robbe was still heavily staring at him which made Sander more nervous to speak. “You - you weren’t talking to me, what was I supposed to do? I just - I just wanted to talk to you - I’m sorry - I know it’s -“ he stopped when Robbe shook his head and started pacing in the room, turning his back on Sander, so he couldn’t see his face.

Sander decided that he needed this time so he tried to continue. “I was going to tell you eventually, I’m sorry, we just weren’t talking and I missed you and I didn’t know what to do, I’m sorry I know it wasn’t right but I never wanted to lie to you, it just happened like this and when - we were alright - I was scared to tell you, afraid I’d mess up things between us again.”

Sander tried to go closer even if how much he didn’t want to be there, he took a few steps, not leaving a lot of space between them.

Robbe didn’t say anything for a while until he stopped in the middle of the room, turned around and looked at him again: “You knew. You knew everything and you -“ he couldn’t finish, closed his eyes tightly, wetted and bite his lips to make them stop trembling. Sander also saw how his hands were shaking.

Robbe took another breath, now looked like a man on the mission, opened his eyes and noticed how closer Sander got while he wasn’t paying attention.

“Are you fucking with me? Are you doing some kind of sick and evil joke on me? I thought I knew you but maybe I was wrong for my whole life.”

Sander’s head was filled with confusion, he couldn’t figure out what Robbe was talking about.

“What? What joke? What do you mean?” He dared to ask. There was no going back now anymore. He had to live though this, he couldn’t just stop or turn back time.

“You knew everything, for months and now you’re telling me you’re in love with me? You fucking knew it. Why - why didn’t you say anything?” He started breathing heavily and that’s when Sander realized that he wasn’t the only one at the edge of breaking apart.

“Robbe, I have no idea what you are talking about.” He pleaded, his head already convinced that the boy was only mad at him because of the account and was completely ignoring the fact that Sander just admitted being in love with him for years. He’d feel bad about that realization if he wasn’t forced to deal this conversation right now.

Apparently, he shouldn’t have said that because it made the boy angrier and Sander could see it in his face but he was sure about it when the boy started yelling.

Sander didn’t know if he’d be able to handle this.

“You were letting me talk about everything for months. What were you trying to do? Make fun of me in secret for feeling the way I felt? You knew everything and you didn’t say shit for months? Months? How can I even believe that you’re - you let me talk about you to you. Giving me advices, making me believe that I needed to stay quiet for my whole life, making me believe I’d ruin everything if I spoke up. Letting me say - fuck - ”

Sander has been there for Robbe for a very long time now. He has been there when Robbe’s mom would lose her control, he was there when the poor boy would cry all day because of how hard things were going for him, he was there when one time while being completely furious with his father, Robbe punched the wall with such a force that he cracked his knuckles, but Sander has still never seen his this mad, as he was right now, throwing his arms around, his eyes glowing with fire in them.

The most important thing Sander had to make a comment about was the last sentence. He gathered his courage, his nails sinking into his palms to try to control his emotions.

“I know it was wrong from me to do it, I know and I was going to tell you, I swear but I - I don’t get what you mean - I know it was so fucked up and wrong but you didn’t talk about me so I just - I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Sander mumbled, feeling like a kid who just got expelled from school, now having to stand there in the corner while his parents would scream at him.

Sander really couldn’t understand what the boy was telling him, which was making Robbe more and more frustrated and that wasn’t a good thing.

“You don’t know what I’m talking about? How do you even dare to say that? You let me talk about you everyday and you - for months, Sander. For months -“ This time Sander interrupted him, which took the brunet off guard.

“You never talked about me.” Sander was getting irritated as well so he raised his voice, trying to prove his point.

Robbe didn’t back off as Sander expected him too, no, he in fact, shrilled at him, his face painful. “You were all I talked about.”

Sander froze, his blood running cold in his whole body. “W-what?” He whispered, his mind feeling it’d burn out.

“You were the one I talked about. Don’t you understand it now? I’m fucking in love with you.” Robbe screamed at him, the walls he put up finally seeming to shatter, the tears falling down freely.

Before Sander even had time to realize what he just heard, Robbe continued. “I was always talking about you, every single day. I have been in love with you since last year, or maybe that’s when I knew I was. And what did you do? You just listened, told me I never had the chance, told me I needed to stay silent and torture in secret. You let me talk about you and us and your girlfriend and how I was so jealous. And now you’re writing this perfect love confession to me? To kill me with it? If you’re not lying, why didn’t you say anything? For fuck’s sake, I told you we kissed when we got high, and you told me to forget about it. Why were you doing all this to me? Is this your plan for revenge? Destroying me because I hurt you? Well, if it is, you did a fucking great job.” His voice breaking, crying gasping for air, laying his whole heart out there in the open, all of his secrets and thought melting down from his head.

Sander automatically got closer to him, trying to hold him, his mind still blocked from any thoughts, just acting out of his character and emotions.

Robbe didn’t like the idea of him wrapping his arms around him. “No, don’t touch me. You can’t just -“ he started hitting his chest to push him away but Sander didn’t let him, being stronger than him, not giving up while the younger boy was struggling in his arms until he completely dropped and broke down. “Now you’re telling me all those things and I - I - are you lying to me? Please tell me if this is some kind of prank, I can’t do this anymore, please just tell me if you - but if you’re honest, why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you -“ he finally stopped trying to get away, now gripping Sander’s jacket tightly in his hands, trying to pull his self closer to him, holding him with a death grip, afraid to let go, his fingers turning white, looking at him desperately, trying to find some answers.

“I’m sorry - I’m - you were talking about - fuck - you were talking about me the whole time? Me?” He asked, needed to make sure again, his heart about to burst out.

Robbe started nodding his head furiously, looking up at Sander’s face with tears falling down on his cheeks after one another, with a huge hope in his eyes, making Sander feel that anything that would come out of his mouth would mean everything to the boy.

“I - I thought you were talking about - fuck - are you telling the truth?” He asked again, just to see the boy kept nodding his head, his voice weak to say anything else, still staring at him like he was the most important thing that has ever been created on this earth.

“I didn’t know - if I knew - fuck, if I knew I’d told you - I’d told you a long time ago.” He kept chanting, his whole heart screaming apologies, felt like fainting.

He had no idea how they got here but he knew, or he hoped, this wouldn’t turn out to be another wicked dream.

“Were you telling the truth? Everything you said? Please tell me you weren’t lying - I can’t - please - I won’t survive - I would never imagine the things you said - you - please I will die if you weren’t telling the truth.” Robbe kept begging, standing on his tiptoes, putting their forehead together, breathing his scent in.

“I was telling the truth. Everything in there - I felt for years and I -“ he couldn’t finish what he was saying because the boy who has been cupping his checks the whole time he has been talking, covering them with his palms, leaned forward to press his lips onto his own aggressively but somehow still softly and gently and Sander completely lost himself, pulling him closer but it was impossible to do so, their bodies were already intertwined together, Robbe still standing on his tiptoes, his whole body wrapped around Sander, one of his hand holding the boy’s jacket and the other lost in his hair, kissing him breathlessly, not stoping until they physically couldn’t continue.

The boys were still standing in front of each other, their foreheads touching, just standing, not talking, not doing anything, until Sander pulled away and started cracking up, laughing hysterically.

Robbe looked at him weirdly, asking what was so funny.

“Remember one time, when your jeans’s pocket was completely white after you washed it and you couldn’t figure out why?” The confused boy looked at him like he’s just grown a second head, Sander didn’t even pay Robbe’s look that much attention and finished his story. “It was because the other day I saw your pants on your chair and I put my love confession letter in it, and your dumb ass threw it in the washing machine. That was the only time I managed to say it successfully and after that I never dared to do so, well until that day when you came out to me but - I couldn’t tell you what happened back when you asked what the white thing must have been in your pocket, which you spent an hour scrubbing it off then, but I just remembered.” Robbe started laughing, not exactly from what Sander said since his mind was completely blank, but because Sander was laughing and it made him laugh too.

“I would never thought I’d have the guts to do it after that failed attempt.” Sander whispered against his face again.

“You’re a piece of shit. I just can’t believe you -“ Robbe groaned and hid his face in his neck, breathing his smell, not daring to let go off him, terrified he’d wake up and the boy wouldn’t be there anymore.

“I’m still mad at you.” Robbe whispered after some time.

“And I’m mad at you too.” Sander said, smiling, not even caring about anything else.

They’d discuss the whole things later, it didn’t matter, what mattered the most was the boy he was finally proudly holding in his arms, with a promise to never let go.

Suddenly, Sander remembered something he was wondering about so he carefully asked, running his thumb under Robbe’s eyes, on his cheeks. “Did you cry when I wasn’t there in the morning?” Robbe nodded his head slowly, closing his eyes.

Sander immediately felt his heart getting tight and he made a mental note about how much he hates seeing him in pain and promised himself that this would be the last time he would the reason for Robbe’s tears.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered and god knows, he meant it, feeling horrible about everything that has happened and what would happen if he hasn’t been such a coward.

“It’s okay. Just - can you just -“ Robbe tried to say but his voice was betraying him.

“Tell me.” Sander encouraged him, wanting to hear everything he had to say, always wanting to hear Robbe’s voice.

“Just - don’t - don’t leave me again.” Robbe whispered, opening his teary eyes to look at him, and Sander pulled him even closer, kissed his forehead and then put his head on top of his, felt the boy tightly wrapping his arms around his neck.

“I’m not planning to. Never again.” He felt Robbe nodding, lightly kissing his neck when he heard what Sander said, which made the older boy tighten his grip, he even got afraid that he was hurting him, but Robbe didn’t seem to complain.

“Never again.”

Chapter 47

#wtfock #wtfam #sobbe #robbe ijzermans #sander driesen #robbe x sander #social media au #sincerely always yours

[itubainaretro]

TW // mentions of violence (the attack) 

Sunday, November 15th 2020 -  22:53 

Maybe right now Sander and Robbe are still together in Sander’s house, putting the last of their dinner away and almost done with cleaning the kitchen so they can head to Sander’s room and get settled for the night.

-

Usually, Robbe spends Sunday nights at home, with his mama, finishing some last minute homework and assignment that he had left unattended during the week, but not tonight. Tonight he’s staying at Sander’s place, just like he has been doing since Friday night, and he still thinks it’s cute how Sander made sure to ask Robbe’s mama himself if there was any problem with Robbe spending the entire weekend with him, including Sunday night, more than a week ago. She said there was no problem as long as Robbe finished his school work on time and really went to school on Monday morning and not skipped classes to stay with Sander. Robbe promised his mama he would be responsible and he made sure to keep that promise, finishing all his school work by Thursday and leaving for Sander’s house Friday afternoon after giving his mama’s cheek a kiss and hugging her goodbye.

Robbe didn’t think too much of it when Sander asked him, thinking maybe Sander just missed him and wanted to spend some alone time with him since his parents would be gone for the weekend so they would have the house all to themselves, besides, he would never pass up the opportunity to spend all the time he could with Sander, so he simply agreed to it, without giving it a second thought. 

Until he realised the date.

Things changed when Robbe woke up today and noticed what day it was and what happened to them a year ago. Their first date. The countless hours they spent at the bar, their bar, talking, getting to know each other, drinking, flirting and taking silly photos of one another. The breathtaking kisses they shared outside. And how it all came to an abrupt end. 

Robbe tried not to think too much about it, he tried to keep those memories out of his brain, locked in a box he shoved at the back of his mind and pretended to forget it existed. Instead he tried to focus on the good parts of the night, like when he got to the bar and saw Sander waiting for him by the bike racks with the most beautiful smile on his face, or when they entered the bar and Sander held the door open for him like a true gentleman, or when he pulled that stupid magic trick he learned when he was a kid and Sander found it amusing despite telling Robbe to stop, a sweet smile adorning his face.

It wasn’t the easiest thing to do, but he managed, being easily distracted by Sander’s presence and all the plans he had for them throughout the day. 

After waking up they watched an old movie, one of Sander’s favourites, in Sander’s bed, and stayed there cuddling for what felt like a thousand years, until their bellies started making weird noises, signaling it was time for them to get up and get some breakfast in their systems. They spent the rest of the morning listening to music and cleaning the mess they made in the kitchen yesterday, during their spontaneous instagram live to try out their new Croque 2000 machine, that was left there to be taken care of later after Sander’s near death experience choking on a tomato. They laughed while remembering Sander’s face after getting rid of the offensive tomato and hugging Robbe, thanking him for saving his life and promising to not try that ever again. Robbe couldn’t stop himself from kissing him and calling him a dork. 

For lunch they had some leftover pizzas they had had on Friday night and sometime during the afternoon, after taking a nap together in front of Sander’s TV while some random documentary played as background noise, Sander requested Robbe’s help in the kitchen again so they could start making dinner. Sander decided to go all out and make them pasta from scratch and it was a delight to see them both messing up until they finally got it right and managed to not only make a decent meal from scratch but a delicious one at that.

-

So right now they’re almost done with the dishes, Robbe washing and rinsing everything and Sander drying them and putting them back in their rightful places. 

After rinsing the last of the cutlery, Robbe washes his hands and waits for Sander to finish drying and putting everything away, leaning on the counter and smiling as he sees Sander shaking his head to the music that plays softly from his phone.

As soon as Sander puts away the last fork he was drying he absentmindedly throws the dishcloth somewhere near the table and grabs Robbe’s waist and pulls him into a kiss. It takes Robbe a bit by surprise but he soon after follows Sander’s lead, opening up to him as soon as he feels Sander’s tongue grazing his bottom lip, asking for entrance. It’s urgent, fast, all consuming and all Robbe can think about, feel and smell is Sander, Sander, Sander.

They make their way to Sander’s room, closing the door out of habit, and Sander pushes Robbe against it to kiss him again. It’s another urgent kiss, but this time it feels desperate, like they’re both trying to hold onto something they don’t know how to name. It feels off.

Sander is the first one to break the kiss, breathing heavily and leaning his head against Robbe’s with his eyes still closed. He takes a deep breath and Robbe waits for him to say something, gently caressing his neck from where his hand had found its way to earlier, hoping it soothes him.

Sander shakes his head, sighing. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey,” Robbe whispers, “it’s okay.”

“No,” Sander shakes his head again, “it’s not.”

Robbe pulls away a little, trying to search for Sander’s eyes, but he still has them closed. He caresses his thumb across Sander’s laugh lines and hopes he understands what Robbe wants from him. Sander opens his eyes but doesn’t meet Robbe’s gaze, looking down instead.

“San, look at me,” Robbe tries again. “Please?”

Sander finally looks at him and the sight of Sander’s defeated green eyes is enough to make Robbe’s heart break.

“What’s wrong, baby? Talk to me.”

“I’m sorry.”

Robbe shakes his head. “Sander, there’s nothing to apologise for. What’s going on?” 

“Yes, there is,” Sander nods. “Tonight I wanted to show you how that night was supposed to go, how it was supposed to have ended,” his voice is barely a whisper. “But I don’t think I can.”

Robbe takes a sharp inhale of breath and silence falls between them.

After a few seconds Sander breaks the silence. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for bringing it up and I’m sorry for that night as well.” He sounds choked up.

Robbe shakes his head and engulfs Sander in a hug. “Sander, please, it wasn’t your fault,” he whispers in his neck. “It was never your fault.”

Sander holds him tight and both of them can feel the other’s tears making a wet trail in their clothes the moment they both break down crying.

“And we were both thinking about it the whole day today, so don’t apologise for bringing it up either,” Robbe’s voice is hoarse.

They stand like that, just holding each other for a long time, until Sander pulls away a little bit and kisses Robbe’s forehead, disentangling them from the hug and leading them to his bed.

When they get settled, side by side, Robbe is the first one to speak. “Do you want to talk about it?”

They never properly talked about that night, about how they felt or how hard it was, avoiding all the pain that came with the memory of it, just that they shouldn’t let the existence of close-minded people allow them to make their world smaller, but Robbe thinks it’s about time they do, as painful as it sounds.

Sander nods. 

“I tried helping you, but I wasn’t fast enough,” Sander starts. “I’m sorry about that.” His eyes are still gleaming with the tears he shed earlier. “And I’m sorry we had to go through that, I wished it had never happened...”

Robbe grabs his hand and gives it a gentle squeeze.

“But most of all I’m sorry for what I said and how I treated you after”, Sander continues. “That wasn’t a case of shit happens, Robbe. It could’ve cost us our lives and we should’ve gone to the police, and I know it’s no excuse, but I was afraid. I was so scared, Robbe. I didn’t want to relive that night ever again and just the thought of having to tell someone what happened and go back to those memories, tracing step by step of what and how everything happened killed me, that’s why I told you we shouldn’t go. I’m so sorry.”

Robbe hugs Sander closer and lets his head rest on his shoulder, trying to give him some sort of comfort and seeking some for himself too. He feels Sander dropping a kiss to his hair before he takes another breath and speaks again.

“And the thing with Britt, I….”

Robbe squeezes Sander’s hand. “San, it’s okay.” Because they’ve already talked about that, and Robbe doesn’t want to make Sander talk about all the things that hurt him, hurt them, all at once if he’s not ready for it.

Sander musters up enough courage and goes on anyways. “Somehow I made myself believe it was all my fault and that you’d be better off without me, safer... and I couldn’t bear the thought of something ever happening to you again, Robbe, so I had to keep you away from me. I deliberately tried to push you away, even though I knew it would hurt you, because I thought you being with me would hurt you much more, and I couldn’t have that. That’s why I went to that party and kissed Britt and let her post those stupid photos. As soon as I did it, though, I knew it was wrong. But there was no going back then, it was already too late…” Sander shakes his head. “I’m sorry.”

Robbe starts crying at the same time he feels Sander’s tears falling down on him, so he turns around and climbs into Sander’s lap to hug him as close as humanly possible in that moment. Sander squeezes his shoulders, burying his face on Robbe’s neck, and doesn’t let go.

After some time, when their tears have subsided and they’re just trying to find comfort in each other’s arms Sander rearranges them so they’re sitting in a more comfortable position, facing each other. 

Robbe bites his lips before finding the courage to talk too. He breathes in and out twice before he starts. “The first thing I need you know is that it wasn’t your fault, Sander. None of it was, you know that, right?” 

When Sander nods, he continues. “Please believe it.” 

Robbe gives him a lingering kiss on the forehead before speaking again. “I wish it had never happened to us either and I’m sorry it did. I’m sorry I couldn’t unlock my bike fast enough or reach you when those guys came for us, I was so scared too...” he takes a deep breath. “And I’m sorry we couldn’t support each other the way we needed to in the aftermath.” 

Sander grabs his hands and gives it a squeeze, interlocking their fingers and resting their hands on his lap.

“But the way we reacted wasn’t our fault either, Sander. We both went through a huge trauma that night and what we did afterwards was us barely trying to find a way to cope with whatever was being thrown our way. It hurt, yes. You hurt me, but deep down I always knew there was a deeper meaning behind the things you did. You weren’t doing those things out of spite to purposefully hurt me. You’re not cruel, San. I know you and I know your heart, and I know we weren’t together for long back then, but I knew you then as well. And I knew you wouldn’t want to hurt me just because.”

Robbe disentangles one of his hands from Sander’s grasp and lifts it up to caress his cheek. Sander nuzzles into it and Robbe smiles weakly. He brings their faces close and rests his forehead against Sander’s.  

“But if you need to listen to this to make peace with it I’ll tell you: I forgive you, Sander,” Robbe says sincerely. “I had already forgiven you back then, when you found your way back to me in the flatshare on that Friday night,” he caresses Sander’s cheek again. “But I need you to do something for me too.”

“Anything.” Sander answers in a beat.

“Forgive yourself too,” Robbe whispers. 

Sander nods and hugs Robbe tight against his chest, Robbe’s fingers finding their way to Sander’s hair like it’s second nature and staying there for a long time.

“I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like you couldn’t talk to me about this,” Robbe whispers some time later against Sander’s ear. “What happened that night hurt the both of us, Sander, and if you ever feel the need to talk about it you can talk to me, no matter how much it hurts me. I know it hurts you too.” His voice breaks. “But you’ve always been there for me when I needed you and I want to be there for you too, okay?”

Robbe can feel Sander nodding against him.

“We will get through this together,” Robbe reassures Sander. “It may have taken us a whole year to talk about it, but we finally did it and now we can finally start healing from this together, like we always do.”

Sander’s voice trembles when he speaks. “I know.” 

“I love you, and nothing will ever change that, okay? Please remember it.”

“I love you too. More than anything.”

Robbe closes the distance between them and kisses Sander.

-

They spend the rest of the night in bed curled around each other underneath the covers, still talking about that night, but trying to focus on the good part of it instead. Trying to separate the traumatic event from the happy memories they had from their first date.

“I was feeling like the luckiest man in the world, Robin,” Sander smiles down at Robbe, still playing with his hair that’s going in a million different directions now since Robbe’s been  resting his head on his chest for the past hour. “You looked so pretty in all those lights.”

Sander can feel Robbe’s smile before he sees it. “Despite us only having had that one beer I think I have never felt drunker in my life than I felt that night,” Robbe admits, looking up at Sander, an adorable smile adorning his face. “I guess maybe I was just love drunk.” 

Sander can’t help leaning down to give him a quick kiss.

“I know I keep talking about us going back to that bar until it feels right again because it’s our bar, but you know we have all the time in the world, right?” Sander asks. “It doesn’t have to happen now, or a week from today, or even in the next 10 years, okay? I don’t care if it takes us our whole lifetimes to go back there again, I just want you to feel safe. That’s the only thing that matters.”

“I know,” Robbe reassures him, nodding. “We’ll take things day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute.” He smiles. “We’ll get there eventually.”

Sander nods. “And I’m sorry to bring the topic back,” he says hesitantly, “but if we still want to report what happened to the police we can. There’s no expiration date for these things and it doesn’t matter if they’ll catch whoever did that to us or not, we still have a right to let the police know what happened to us.”

“Thank you,” Robbe whispers. “I know it won’t be easy to talk about it, for neither of us, and I actually don’t even know if I’m ready to talk about this with anyone else besides you for now, but thank you for letting me know.” He rearranges himself in the bed so he can be on Sander’s level and look him in the eyes, both boys now laying on their sides. “When we’re both ready we’ll do it. Together.”

Sander nods and gives him a soft kiss. 

Robbe’s hand travels up to Sander’s face, gently caressing the small scar he has by the side of his eye, making Sander close his eyes at the soft touch. “Thank you for being so patient with me...” Robbe whispers so close to Sander’s mouth that both boys can feel the vibrations of the words on their lips. “... and thank you for tonight.”

Robbe can feel Sander’s small smile on his own lips when he speaks. “There’s no need to thank me, I love you.” He emphasizes his words with a kiss. “And the night didn’t go exactly as planned, so…” He trails off.

“Maybe not, but it happened the way it was supposed to happen this time,” Robbe says. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way, San. I’m exactly where I want to be. Laying in your bed with you, not even an inch separating us from each other,” he reassures him. “I feel like talking about this has made my heart the calmest it’s ever been,” he confesses.

“Mine too,” Sander agrees, smiling.

“See?”, Robbe smiles genuinely at Sander. “I’m happy and I hope that you’re happy too.”

“I am,” Sander’s smile is the most beautiful thing Robbe has ever seen in his life. “I really am.”

#wtfock #wtfam #robbe x sander #sobbe fic #wtfock fic #tw: mentions of violence

[romanceforransom]

Merry Christmas Lyka, from your secret Santa (or secret broercco, if you will) 

@earthling-isa​  🧡🥦

I returned home after a long day at work, kicking off my shoes and dumping my bags on the floor as soon as I shut the door behind me.

It was an instant relief not to be lugging around that weight anymore and just be able to sit back and relax. All I wanted was a quiet evening indoors, maybe cuddle up with Sander and watch some Christmas movies.

That was our Christmas eve tradition, and it was the thing I had been looking forward to all day. He was always able to relax me and make me forget about the hectic events of the day when he held me in his arms and ran his hands through my hair. It wasn’t a lot to ask, but it was all I wanted at that moment.

“San, I’m home!” I called out through the house, listening to my echo bouncing off the walls

No sooner had I said that, a loud series of crashes came from behind the closed living room door. God knows what it was, but I heard the faint sounds of Sander cursing, so the likelihood was that whatever happened wasn’t intentional.

I buried my head in my hands, already mourning the loss of my quiet evening.  

“Sander?” I repeated, raising my voice a little and tapping on the door “I’m coming in”

The door was swung open a few seconds later, my boyfriend standing in front of me. He was breathing slightly heavily and looked a little more dishevelled than normal.

“Hey, Robin” he said nonchalantly. At least, that’s probably what he was trying to go for. It didn’t really have the desired effect.

He seemed anxious, gripping the doorhandle like his life depended on it. His body was angled in such a way that I was not able to go into the room. It made me even more wary about what he was trying to hide in there.

“How was your day?” he asked me, trying to divert my attention away

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms across my chest “Nice try. Now, let me through. I need to assess whatever damage you have done”

“And what makes you think any damage has been done?”

“Sander, come on” I said, laughing under my breath

He always did this, repeatedly shooting questions at me until we went off topic. Most of the time he made me forget what I wanted to know in the first place. He was an evil genius, but it wasn’t going to work this time.

“Open the door”

He shook his head vehemently “Sorry, but no. You can’t see what’s in there yet”

“Why not? What have you got in there?”

Another series of crashes came from behind the door, combined with the faint sound of… mooing? I thought that I was losing my mind. I had to have been hearing things.

Sander grimaced, hesitating before he slowly turned towards the door.

“Robbe… please stay there” he told me, before flinging the door open and disappearing into the room

Obviously, I took no notice of what he said. There was no way I was going to stand in the hallway, hovering there with no real purpose, when there was something going on right next to me.

I raced after him, coming to a halt when I locked eyes on Sander kneeling on the floor.

In front of him was a small fluffy cow, bouncing excitedly. Sander was clearly trying to calm it down and stop it from knocking anything else over. He was holding his arms out, trying to gently coax it away from the tree, being careful not to startle it.

After doing a quick scan of the room, I could see that there were scattered Christmas ornaments all over the floor. Also, the blankets and pillows that had been laying on the sofa were now haphazardly strewn in various places across the room. That was probably the cause of all the commotion before.

“Oh. My. God”

There wasn’t really much else I could say. The sight seemed to shock all other words out of my head.

Sander looked up at me, mouth agape “I told you to stay out there…”

“Yeah, well, that was your mistake wasn’t it?” a smile tugging at my lips “Did you seriously think I would do as I was told? C’mon Sander”

He sighed, focussing his gaze back on the baby cow beside him

“She was supposed to a surprise for you tomorrow…” he mumbled; disappointment laced in his voice

I walked over and sat down next to Sander, looking him in the eyes. He needed to know that I was not mad at him at all, it was such a lovely thing for him to try and do for me.

“That is incredibly sweet but… did you really think you’d be able to hide her until then?”

He smirked “In an ideal world, yes”

He must have forgotten that I was probably one of the most inquisitive people on the planet. If there was something going on in my own house, there was no way I would let that be.

“Can I ask something?”

He looked up at me “Of course, what’s up?”

“…Why a cow?”

“Remember when we were in the Ardennes? Well, we went and sat on that bench overlooking the fields. You probably didn’t realise, but your whole face just completely lit up when you spotted all of those cows. It was absolutely adorable. I just wanted… I just wanted to give you that happiness again”

I could feel my heart aching as he spoke. Sander was always so incredibly generous and thoughtful about every gift he bought me. He could easily go to the shops and buy me something useless that I would stuff in the back of a drawer and never use. Instead, he spent time and effort planning out extravagant gifts.

I never asked him to… frankly, sometimes I felt unworthy. I could never be as creative as that. Artistic and original ideas had never been something I was that capable of. Sure, I could maybe write something kind in a card, but that was pretty much my limit.

We had spoken about it before. Sander assured me every time that just because he was louder with his expressions of love, did not mean mine were inferior. It didn’t completely stop me from feeling bad about it, but it did help somewhat.

“Sander…”

“I’m sorry if it’s too weird… It was a long shot-”

I raised my hands, resting them gently on his shoulders

“No, no” I said hurriedly, silencing him “I love her, she’s adorable. It’s so sweet that you would do this for me”

“Of course! I would do anything for you, Robbe. You know that”

We sat there for a while, petting the cow laid on the floor. Her fur was so soft underneath my fingers. Better than any of the blankets I had lying on my bed upstairs.

“Does this mean she can stay…?” Sander asked me quietly, as if he was afraid of the answer “I know that lots of people impulse buy animals during the holidays, only to abandon them later on because they can’t handle it. But I put a lot of thought into it, and I think we can do this! Obviously, we can’t keep her forever… she will have to go to a farm or something when she gets a lot bigger, but for now we could give her a really loving home”

I thought about it for a while, watching the worried look on Sander’s face growing. It meant a lot to him, and I actually really wanted to keep her too. She was one of the cutest things I had ever laid my eyes on.

Sure, most people had dogs or cats but having a cow would really set us apart from the crowd. I think it would be a lot of fun, too.

“I think so too” I replied, grinning at him

“You hear that, Broccoli?” he cried, addressing the calf in front of us “You’re staying with us!”

“Broccoli?” I spluttered, falling into a fit of giggled

Sander just shrugged “That was all she ate! I think it’s the perfect name for her”

I smiled at them both “Broccoli it is then”

#Merry Christmas! #its been so amazing getting to know you over the past four months #wow #it feels so much longer than that #i can honestly say that you are one of the funniest people i have ever met #(not that we have technically met but... anyway you get it) #i wanted to make you something that combined sobbe with cows and broccoli #i cant gif and it would have taken forever to somewhow edit that #so here you go #i hope you enjoy this little fic #i love you so so so much #have a great Christmas my lovely #you deserve it!!! #❤❤❤ #secret broerccos #wtfock #wtfam #brocsquad #wtfock fanfic

[sonderthroughthestreets]

@robbesdriesen you chose 4! So here it is 😌💫

4. “I can’t believe you!”

Dialogue prompts!

Edit: it says he’s halfway across the world and that’s because he was supposed to be in New York but I’m dumb and wrote Paris 🙈

✧ Happy one year anniversary of us being friends bb!! ✧

He was flipping pages back and forth and not a single word was going into his head.

It was raining outside, the pitter-patter of the droplets hitting the window, slowly making their way down to the pane and the sky was as grey as ever, clouds engulfed in each other blending into a hazy wash. Robbe thought it some cruel pathetic fallacy mocking him for the way he felt because he felt rather gloomy on this particular day. His mother was out and wouldn’t be back until later in the evening and though he had some studying to do this weekend, he still felt restless and incomplete.

It also didn’t help that the love of his life was halfway across the world right now.

But it was okay. It had to be.

Because when Sander had told Robbe about this brilliant opportunity to showcase his art internationally, he couldn’t contain his excitement and the sparkle in his eye as he envisioned it all already. His face had lit up completely because “Robbe you don’t understand out of all the students, they only choose three!” and “This is like the opportunity of a lifetime” and “This could mean so much for my career, it’s gonna be so great I can feel it in my bones.”

Then came the doubt. “But what if I’m not good enough?” and “What if they don’t like my work and I slaved away for these pieces for nothing and what if this was all a mistake and they hadn’t even meant to choose me?” and then finally as he had looked down, his eyes losing all that spark, “And it means leaving you.”

Sander might have thought that Robbe didn’t understand the weight of those words, but he did. He knew that even though Sander was leaving now for about three weeks to London, New York and Paris, a week in each city, if he was successful, he’d move onto bigger things. He’d gain publicity and he’d be asked to be present in more showings and if fate allowed it all, then pretty soon he wouldn’t be here much or have much time for him. But Robbe was ready to except that because this was Sander’s dream. This was literally what he’d been working for this whole time. It would be a shame to let it go to waste.

“You should go,” he had said, encasing Sander’s hands in his. “You have to go because Sander, your art is breathtaking and it deserves to be seen and even if it means leaving, I know you’d do the same for me.”

And Sander had squeezed his hands back, his heart and gut wrenching at the thought of it all and with the utmost sincerity, with absolutely no hesitation, he’d whispered back, “I would.”

So, he’d packed up for London, the first city in his mini tour, and he’d endured his mother’s fussing while simultaneously mentioning how proud of him she was and he’d trapped Robbe in the longest hug he could possibly maintain before boarding his plane, his head peeking back at the gates, bleached hair falling over his forehead.

That was about three weeks ago and Robbe had just learned that Sander’s stay would be extended for one week more. While they’d FaceTimed whenever they could, Robbe couldn’t stop the ache in his chest, the burning longing that tingled as soon as he woke up, lingering still after a night out with his friends, soaking into him as he fell asleep. And he still felt it now as he sat there at his desk, textbook open but his thoughts diverting to soft hair, the lashes upon his green eyes, the moles on the side of his face. Just as he was about to try to really focus on the letters of the page to get that feeling out, he saw his phone light up beside him.

It was Sander calling him and he felt his soul replenish a little at the sight of his name.

“Hey,” he smiled into the greeting, lifting his phone up to his ear.

“Hi, Robin,” Sander’s voice came through, deep and raspy and filled with a static haze.

“You’re not gonna FaceTime me?” he asked him. He heard more static, some shuffling around and it was a while before he responded again.

“Uh no, no FaceTiming this time,” replied Sander, the hint of a smile already present in his voice. “I mean we won’t need to for now.”

Robbe was now suspicious with his cryptic words.

“What are you up to?” he asked, knowing his boyfriend was capable of the most outrageous shenanigans. And even though he was technically in Paris right now, that didn’t mean he didn’t send him videos of the stupid shit he’d be doing in the hotel lobby.

Unfortunately there wasn’t enough time for sight-seeing and Sander had said it ‘keeps him busy’ to which Robbe had laughed and said ‘don’t fuck it up and get in trouble.’

He still hadn’t answered as more shuffling proceeded to sound through the phone.

“How’s your day been?” Sander asked. He probably hadn’t heard him.

“Good. Would’ve been better with you here,” Robbe chuckled.

“Same.”

There came more shuffling and breathing, like Sander might’ve been lightly jogging. It made Robbe all the more curious.

“Sander are you out right now? What exactly are you doing?” he asked again.

He heard his laugh shimmer through the phone, low and enticing, and it made him long for him even more.

“Patience, Robin,” he said and Robbe could practically see the smile that was probably stretched across his lips.

“Precious coming from you,” he teased.

Sander let out a real laugh now, faded and a bit distorted from the line that for some reason didn’t seem to want to connect very well today, but Robbe still wanted to drown in it.

“Just...hold on a sec. I’ll see you soon,” he said.

“What does that mean?” Robbe asked. But Sander was already bidding his goodbyes. “Sander, no, what do you mean?”

He sighed as the line cut, but then suddenly there was a loud knock mimicking the beat of his heart and the look of confusion across his face turned into anticipation as he slowly put the pieces together.

Opening the door, he failed to let his eyes adjust to what he was seeing. He even blinked a few times just to be sure.

No way this was real.

Because there was Sander standing in the doorway in his black leather jacket and his Doc Martens splattered slightly with mud, his bleached hair a little damp from the mist of the rain and his eyes shining bright with a smile.

‘Missed me?” he said.

And Robbe couldn’t help but pull him in, pull him closer and envelope him in an embrace that was sure to break a few ribs. His arms wrapped around him tight, wrinkling his jacket as Sander’s hands returned the gesture, holding his back, fingers grasping softly at the fabric of his dark sweater. Robbe breathed him in. He was almost certain he was forgetting what Sander smelled like and the shirts he’d loaned him weren’t nearly enough. The thing about rain though, is that it always heightened a smell, made it stronger, heavier. The faint scent of leather and cologne and something sterile that smelled of airport clung to him. He buried his nose in the ends of his hair and squeezed him even tighter. He felt Sander do the same, face hidden in his dark curls.

Robbe slowly pulled back but only to lightly smack his arm.

“I can’t believe you!” he exclaimed with the biggest smile on his face, his sentence breaking off in laughter. “You said you’d be back next week.”

“Are you really yelling at me because I came back early? I’ll go back to Paris, the hotel was pretty nice there,” Sander pointed his thumb toward the door.

Robbe just laughed with him, shaking his head, not quite believing this was reality and not a dream.

“I missed you,” he said.

Sander pulled him in, his finger delicately running along his jaw, his thumb tracing the supple skin of his cheek. His eyes flickered from the deep browns in Robbe’s down to his lips still curved at the corners, a residual of a smile. He leaned in and then just waited, playfully delaying this moment.

Fucking tease.

When his lips met him, it was soft and airy, light and feathery, like a barely-there press against his skin. He took his time with that first kiss. The second one, however, devoured him and deemed him senseless. It was urgent and needy, it was tongue tracing into his mouth, it was unspoken words of their love, it was deep and driven and maddening, maddening. Over and over and over and over again.

They pulled away with breathy sighs, lips lingering near the other. Robbe pressed another light kiss to his mouth and their hands travelled slowly, Robbe’s from his neck to his shoulders and Sander’s from his hair to his waist.

“I missed you, too,” Sander whispered into him.

He gave him one more sickeningly sweet kiss.

“Come on, let’s get you warm and then you can tell me all about your showcase,” said Robbe, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from Sander’s forehead.

They got settled in and Robbe heated some leftover lasagna from the fridge and they ate leisurely under the glow of the kitchen lights. Or rather, Robbe ate while Sander took a forkful only to settle his hand near the plate as his other one gestured the words he was saying, talking excitedly about his trip.

“It was amazing, Robbe! There were so many great pieces and the others who were chosen, Elise and Oscar, right? Their stuff is so cool. I think I took some shots before we left, but some of them should be up on the gallery website anyway and I was like,so fucking nervous,” he then looked over at Robbe. “Like I truly wished you were there to hold my hand and I reached for it before realizing you weren’t there and instead I almost held hands with Elise and then she gave me a really weird look after,” he rambled.

Robbe just watched him with all the love in his heart and all the adoration in his eyes.

“That’s cute,” he said leaning closer to him, palm in his cheek.

“No, it was so fucking embarrassing,” Sander gave him a look.

Robbe refused to believe Sander got embarrassed about anything, but after being with him for more than a year, he knew that he tended to get really nervous when it came to art showings. It’s not that he cared about his art being on display, it was mainly the people and the atmosphere and some sense of pretentiousness he couldn’t handle.

He sighed, finally taking a bite of his lasagna.

“Enough about me, though,” he said. “How have you been?” he asked like he didn’t text him that every day. “And where’s your mom? I didn’t get to say hi.”

“I’ve been good. Just studying and missing you and my mom’s out for a bit but she’ll be back,” Robbe chuckled.

Sander nodded.

Then, something settled in the air as Sander forked his lasagna, sticking the metal in the dish this way and that. His lips curved into something, some sort of bittersweet emotion Robbe couldn’t get a grip on.

“It was good, Robbe,” he said quietly, talking about the showcase. Some longing was seeping into his voice. “I mean it was really good.”

Robbe put a hand over his as his stood up with his empty plate (he’d been done his food for a while).

“That’s good,” he smiled, trying to convey with his eyes that he meant it and that whatever insecurities or doubts or irrational fears he had were all in his head because Robbe supported him. He knew how much he wanted this.

He walked over to set the plate in the sink, a chore for later once Sander finished his slice, and then he stepped back slowly grabbing onto Sander’s shoulders, his navy hoodie wrinkling under his fingertips and swung his legs around him as he sat his in lap. Sander let him, holding his thighs to balance him.

“I don’t know what I’ll do if I actually make it. If I actually somehow become an artist,” he said as Robbe leaned into him, his face drawing close.

“You are an artist,” he smiled.

“Yeah, well,” Sander snorted. “A well-known artist, then.” He brushed his nose across his, playfully nuzzling it up. “I’d take you with me next time,” he said.

“We both know you can’t do that,” Robbe let out a rumbling laugh.

“I’d take you anywhere with me,” Sander now stroked his arm, pushing up the sleeve of his sweater a bit, exposing the skin on Robbe’s wrist where his heart pulsed rapidly.

“Hhmm.”

“Would you come with me?”

“You know I would.”

And then there weren’t words left between them anymore. The space had closed and it was lips on each other once again, heads titling and mouths tasting. They mostly tasted of salty and savoury, a bit of leftover grease from the lasagna. But Robbe wouldn’t have it any other way. He wrapped his arms around him tighter, smiling into the kisses he gave and received.

And it went like so for a bit.

Being absolutely overwhelmed with a need for other. Waves inevitably crashing into rocks as they crashed into each other. Some hollowed form being filled by each other, moulding and meshing and weaving and intertwining. It was some kaleidoscope of colours bursting at the seams, some devastating desire and want.

It was

I love you

Me too

I missed you.

I know.

I miss you.

I’m right here.

And suddenly, Sander was lifting him off the chair, barely making it to Robbe’s room in the mess of giggles and kisses adorned with love. His plate of lasagna was still untouched but it was fine because Robbe got the feeling Sander was hungry for something else.

A hunger filled with yearning and joy passion and warmth.

And like he could imagine him saying...

Who was better than Robbe to satiate such a feeling.

#hi Bianca!! #cant believe it’s been a year and on yasminas bday as well as international women’s day that love that for us😌💫 #I would’ve drawn soemthing but I was drawing yasmina but then I didn’t finish her in time for her bday 😔😔 #I hope you like this bc I fell asleep halfway through writing it and this was what the number was for #love you choosing ur bday number loool #also fun fact: it was raining when I wrote this and it rained all day and that was really nice😌 #I love you so so much and I can’t wait to gush about yasminas season together!! #youre so talented and I love ur writing so much 🥺🥺💕💕💫💕💫💕💫💕 #bianca🌸 #so sorry this is late btw lyyyy!!

[ayellowcurtain]

You can write one inspired by Senne’s party, where Sander dances sensually with Robbe and they end up leaving early to have sex

Can you write about Senne or the boys walking in on Robbe and Sander while they are having sex and Robbe being shy about it

They should really be respectful of their friends and behave themselves or at least try to learn how to behave normally when there are other people around. It’s been over a year and it’s still hard to keep his hands to himself. Milan says he has the heart eyes too and Sander will take his word for it because he doesn’t want to argue just, well, stare at his boyfriend, laughing about something Moyo said across the room.

He only laughs when Milan is still staring at him, with his brows raised as high as possible, and he tries to keep their conversation going, talking about how Robbe is happy to be living back with his mom but also how they miss living in the flat.

“You had no privacy here but it’s still fun! Party time every time.”

Sander snorts, nodding his head, “Definitely no privacy.”

“But it’s better to be caught by your gay guru friend than your mother-in-law.”

Sander thinks about it and it’s probably a lot easier to deal with that situation with friends instead of family but they haven’t got through it with Robbe’s mom or his parents.

“We were never caught at his place, though.” It’s his turn to lift his eyebrows, proud of them for having such great timing so far. Milan pushes himself back, his hand on his chest like he’s surprised.

“The walls must be thick there because you two...every single day.”

Sander readjusts himself on the couch just so his eyes can leave Milan’s for a second, finding Robbe again, staring at him this time. Sander wiggles his eyebrows and he can see even from across the room how Robbe’s cheeks get bright pink at his cheekbones. Sander has to hold himself from getting up, leaving Milan to talk to himself just so he can go to his boyfriend and kiss him for hours, no matter who’s looking.

“I’m gonna get some water. Do you want anything?” Milan rolls his eyes because he knows Sander is not really asking, getting up without an answer already, going straight to Robbe.

“Hi.”

“Hello, you.” Sander holds his waist carefully, brushing their lips together for just a second because the boys are still there, happy to watch and say what they think, and Robbe is looking from one side to the other like he’s telling Sander they should keep it minimal.

“Come dance with me then.” He holds Robbe’s hand and drags him to the center of the living room, the improvised dance floor they have.

Sander doesn’t like dancing. He has no idea what’s so interesting about it to other people but it’s a good excuse to be somewhat alone with Robbe, away from everyone else. He can just go one step to each side and pretend this is dancing.

“I see you’ve been practicing your dance moves…” Robbe laughs and Sander rolls his eyes, tightening his arms around Robbe’s lean waist, keeping them flat against each other.

“I like surprising you.”

Sander looks around quietly, nobody is really paying them that much attention, so he moves and buries his face against Robbe’s neck, breathing him in. He tries to move as carefully as the position lets him, opening his mouth and slowly licking what he can reach of Robbe’s neck.

The hands that were gently playing with his hair in the back of his neck now squeezes it when Sander blows some air where he just licked before standing up, looking right at Robbe, seeing how his pupils take a long second to go back to normal, his eyes finally focusing on Sander’s.

“Are you enjoying the party?” Sander asks, smiling when their lips brush against each other when he talks. Robbe nods his head slowly.

“Better now. That you decided to come dance with me.”

“Just for a song. Then we can go on a walk…”

Robbe quietly wets his lips with his tongue and Sander watches, knowing Robbe learned a thing or two about being a tease with him since they got together.

“On a walk to my old bedroom?”

Sander nods his head, wishing everything was still the same so they could reminisce for a night. Or one hour if people start missing them or needing to use the bedroom.

Robbe hugs him tight, standing on his tiptoes and Sander feels their hearts beating closely, almost at the same speed.

“You know after sex, when we’re still sweaty and overheating? I miss that moment, when I’m smelling like you and you’re smelling like me.”

Sander stops with his steps to each side, looking at his beautiful, perfect boyfriend, in wonder of how this is his life for the past year and a few months, unable to remember how he lived before this. Before Robbe IJzermans.

“We’ll dance to another song some other time.” Sander holds one of Robbe’s hands, walking away from the crowd with him. The hall is empty and soon enough they’re inside the old bedroom, still very much empty just like they left it when they moved Robbe’s things to his old house.

It’s not the same skate-and-weed smell, a lot dustier now but Sander has enough memories, even of the smell - of when he and Robbe started dating and spent so many times inside this room all afternoon long -, to go back to it while he kisses Robbe’s neck with more intention now, sneaking both his hands inside Robbe’s oversized shirt, wanting to get rid of it as quickly as possible so he can touch and kiss the softest, warmest skin.

He thinks he just heard a noise behind them but he can’t be bothered and Robbe doesn’t move either, exhaling, putting his head back against the bedroom door.

“Hey! Hey!” Sander stops right away when he recognizes the same sound and the voice. Robbe tries to hide behind him, pushing his shirt back down, “I’m here, I tried to warn you!”

Sander slaps the light switch to turn it on, finding Senne already at the door, trying not to look for too long, not to make a comment, especially not to laugh. He helps Senne open the door enough and Robbe laughs, acting like Senne didn’t just see them making out.

“Lock the door, dumbass.” Senne says as he closes the door and Sander makes sure to lock it instantly, sighing, looking at his boyfriend, covering his face with both hands.

“The good news is that we might have this room for as long as we want…”

Robbe takes a very deep breath in and out slowly, looking at Sander, his hands quietly going down, unbuckling his belt like nothing happened a second ago.

“The bad news is that Senne will be looking at us all weird tomorrow morning. And Milan, and Zoe, for sure.”

Sander smiles, not caring at all about any of that and Robbe doesn’t seem too bothered either which is a good change. He lets his pants unbuckled and unzipped, pushing his shirt up just like the way he did back when they were seeing each other just through a computer screen.

Sander takes his shirt off a lot quicker, kicking his boots off too. He learned the hard lesson after his first mistake: he always uses his boots loosely, able to kick off without much trouble. They don’t have a bed anymore so the old table Robbe left behind will have to do. Robbe leads the way, sitting on the desk, getting distracted by the world outside the window for a second until Sander is right in front of him, patting his left knee, asking for Robbe to open his legs already, make some room for Sander to stand close enough to kiss him again until they’re out of breath.

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

[ravenbrenna09]

Jij Verliest - Chapter Seven: Clips 3&4

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Zaterdag 10:29

With the forks clenched between his teeth and clutching at the full plate with his hands, Robbe stepped down the hallway, closer to his destination—to his bedroom and the sleeping Sander waiting on his bed. Reaching out with his free hand, Robbe opened his bedroom door slowly and stepped into the room. He half-expected Sander to still be asleep on the bed, but, as he closed the door behind him, Robbe spotted him awake. 

Sander was sitting up on the edge of the bed with slumped shoulders as he stared out the window. His long legs were splayed out in front of him. He was gripping onto his jeans tightly, his knuckles turning white. Sitting like that, he looked something like a statue, carved and perched on the edge of Robbe’s bed, and Robbe couldn’t help staring. Sander reached into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out his phone, and Robbe returned to the present with a start. 

Once Robbe locked the door—knowing Milan’s tendency to barge into rooms unannounced—Sander glanced up to the door. As soon as Sander’s eyes landed on Robbe, the change was instantaneous. He sat up a little straighter and Robbe saw his body visibly relax. His face lit up in a bright smile and his eyes barely glassed over. “Hey,” Sander said, so quiet that Robbe nearly missed it. 

Taking the forks from his mouth, Robbe echoed, “Hello.” Robbe crossed over to him, and pressed a quick kiss against his lips before announcing, “I come with food.”

Glancing down at the overfilled plate, Sander eyed him skeptically. “Did you make breakfast?”

“No,” Robbe said bluntly, handing Sander the forks. “You don’t have to worry about it being accidentally poisoned.” Taking the silverware from him, Sander snorted. Loudly. Robbe sunk on the bed beside him and balanced the plate on his knee. “Jonathan, Milan’s boyfriend, is a master chef. If he’s here, he’s cooking and that’s mostly because he takes over the kitchen. His scrambled eggs are to die for and he said to try the potatoes.” 

Ah,” Sander said. “I’ll have to thank him then.” 

“Yes, you should.” 

In one long heartbeat, Sander leaned forward. Robbe tilted his head up to meet his lips in a kiss and Sander stopped a hairline before their lips met fully. At Robbe’s whine, Sander’s lips twisted into a knowing smirk and Robbe couldn’t stop the smile that formed on his lips. “Thank you for getting food,” Sander said, his lips brushing against Robbe’s. 

“You’re welcome,” Robbe said. 

“I should thank you properly.”

“Hmm… how are you going to do that?” 

“Let me show you.”

Tugging him closer by the back of his neck, Sander brought Robbe close to him, dragging their lips together smoothly and certainly. Robbe’s head was spinning, trying to pull Sander closer and keep the plate level, as Sander kissed him deeply, his hand moving to cradle his face. Sander separated their lips before placing a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth. Robbe tried to turn his head, to join their lips again, but before he could, Sander’s grip tightened on his jaw, keeping him still.

“Sander,” Robbe said, half a warning. Sander agonizingly trailed down Robbe’s jaw, placing kisses on every inch of skin he encountered. Once he had covered Robbe’s jaw with gentle kisses, his lips dragged down his neck. Every other kiss, Sander would bite down on his neck before swiping his tongue across it as though he was trying to soothe Robbe’s skin. Robbe swallowed, focused on keeping the plate steady or else it would topple over on the bed, resulting in a gigantic mess. 

Suddenly, Sander stopped, halting against his skin. Pressing his nose into the crook of Robbe’s neck, Sander sucked in a breath. The nervousness radiated off of Sander in waves, his hand falling from his jaw. Robbe turned to press a kiss against Sander’s temple and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. After a few seconds of nervous silence, Sander spoke up, his lips gliding across Robbe’s neck, “When I woke up and saw you were gone, I thought that you left me.” 

Even with Sander tucked into his side, his face buried and hidden, Robbe recognized the insecurity in his voice. It was so similar to his late-night “Are you going to leave me?” The tremor in his voice and the insecurity in it made Robbe want to wrap him in a hug until he didn’t think that anymore—to kiss him until Sander felt better. But, Robbe knew insecurity like an old friend—how it always tended to pop back up without really meaning to, how it never seemed to go away when you wanted it to.

Robbe placed the plate onto the bed, making sure that it was seated where it wouldn’t topple over. Once he did, Robbe scooted closer to him, as close as he could, and draped his legs across Sander’s lap. Sander let him, wrapping his arms around Robbe’s waist, gripping him tightly. Robbe ran his hands through Sander’s hair, tugging onto the strands until he looked up with nervous green eyes. Once they were face-to-face, close enough that Robbe could’ve leaned forward to kiss him if he wanted to, he whispered, “Never.” 

As soon as the words left his mouth, an emotional look flashed over Sander’s face and his eyes glassed over again. It was like he couldn’t believe that Robbe would say such a thing—and Robbe knew the weight of his declaration. Before the beach trip, he didn’t want to let Sander go, and now, after a week of uncertainty and being apart, the feeling had only increased. Robbe never wanted to be separate from him again. 

Leaning forward, Robbe closed the gap, kissing him gently. Digging his fingers against Robbe’s scalp, Sander urged the kiss on and he dragged his tongue across Robbe’s bottom lip. His mouth fell open in response and Sander wasted no time licking into his mouth. One of his hands dropped to Robbe’s waist and his thumb slipped beneath the hem of his shirt, tracing patterns along his skin. Robbe clung tightly to the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, and Sander let out a sigh. 

As they separated, Robbe caught Sander’s bottom lip between his teeth, biting down lightly. Sander laughed, nuzzling their noses together before pulling back. Staring at him with a peaceful look on his face, Sander looked wrecked with bright red lips and flushed cheeks. Robbe had a feeling that he didn’t look much better. He was now entirely in Sander’s lap, his legs wrapped securely around his waist, and the food forgotten on the bed. 

Playing with the collar of his shirt, Robbe confessed for only Sander to hear, I would never leave you.” Sander grinned, happy and beautiful, as he looked at Robbe with that intense look in his eyes—the one that made Robbe feel so seen and secure in front of him. “Besides,” Robbe added, his tone light. “It’s my bedroom.”

Sander laughed, shaking his head, but his eyes were bright and his grin was wide. “Silly me,” Sander said, leaning closer to him. 

“Silly you,” Robbe breathed out before Sander’s lips were back against his own. 

This kiss was slow, almost overwhelmingly slow, and Robbe pulled him closer, held him tighter. Sander’s hands on his waist gripped a little tighter and held him against his chest. When Sander pulled back, Robbe chased after his lips and connected them again, and again, and again. Finally, Sander reached up, gripping onto Robbe’s jaw to stop him from following him. Robbe whined, leaning back, and Sander chuckled. “Ask the question,” Sander said. 

“Huh?” Robbe asked, confused. 

Sander turned serious with a sorrowful look on his face. Leaning back on the bed, Sander braced himself with both hands, making sure to avoid the plate of food. Robbe could see the nervous look in his eyes as Robbe leaned back as well. Then, Sander said, quietly, “Ask the question, Robbe. I know that you’ve wanted to ask it more than once.” 

Robbe sank further on Sander’s lap. Swallowing down his nerves, Robbe ran his hand across his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt. Raising his eyes back to meet Sander’s, who was waiting nervously, Robbe asked, “What happened while I was at the beach house?” Despite insisting for Robbe to ask, Sander had grown nervous and quiet. Unable to handle the silence, Robbe couldn’t stop himself from talking to fill it, “I know something happened—something that made you change your—”

Before Robbe could finish the statement, Sander was cutting him off. “I never changed my mind, Robbe,” he said. 

“I know, it just—”

“I know what it looked like and I’m sorry that I made it seem like it was that way,” Sander said. Robbe could hear the sincerity in his voice, knew that he was telling the truth, and Robbe swallowed. “I never changed my mind, Robbe. I promise.” The look of insecurity crossed his face in a flash. “Do you believe me?”

Robbe nodded. “I do.” He swallowed, glancing down at his hands on Sander’s stomach. “Was it something I did, Sander?” Even though Sander started shaking his head, Robbe continued. “Because that’s the only thing I can think of and if I did something, you need to tell me.”

Sander cupped his face, trailing one of his thumbs down Robbe’s jaw. “You didn’t do anything, Robbe,” he whispered. Robbe leaned against him, nudging their noses together, and Sander mirrored his action. “And I didn’t change my mind.” 

“So, what happened?” Robbe asked. “Britt told me that you walked her home on Tuesday—after having dinner with her parents—and that you started texting her more after that. And… that’s when I started thinking you were acting strange too.”

“I know, I know,” Sander said, letting out a breath as he gripped briefly to Robbe’s thighs. Robbe ran a hand across Sander’s shoulders, feeling his muscles tense beneath his fingers. “After I walked Britt home, I headed back to my apartment. On my way, I ran into Thomas.” 

“Thomas?” Robbe asked. “As in my ex-boyfriend, Thomas?”

Sander nodded and Robbe felt a brief surge of anger whip through his bloodstream. But, he stayed quiet as Sander ran a hand down his leg. “As I was passing by the bar—the one where I met you, he stumbled out of it with one of the bartenders supporting him to a cab. He was completely wasted and pissed off at you, I think, and everyone at the same time. He nearly ran into me and I helped him the rest of the way. Once he realized that it was me, he started yelling at me and saying all these things about you.”

Robbe swallowed. “What did he say?”

“It’s not important, Robbe—”

“Yes, it is,” he said. Robbe knew that he was being a little more forceful than he meant to be, but he had seen the hurt in Sander’s eyes, the twisted remains of Thomas’s harsh words. There was white-hot anger boiling in his gut and even though it wasn’t like him, Robbe wanted to hunt down his ex. Why couldn’t Thomas be gone? Letting out a breath, Robbe said, “Sander, if it hurt you so badly, it is important.”

Sander sighed. “It’s not necessarily what he said at the moment,” Sander said. “I knew he was just a pissed off ex and he’s certainly not the first ex to be pissed at me—hopefully, he’ll be the last—plus, I could tell that he was drunk out of his mind. So, at first, I was able to write it all off as just that: an upset and drunk ex… but…” Sander paused, bowing his head. “But, as the week went on, I kept thinking about his words again and they started affecting me more and more until they were all I was thinking about—”

“Sander,” Robbe said, gently. “What did he say?” 

Sander sighed. “That you would get bored of me and leave me as you left him,” Sander said. His voice was so quiet and small. Robbe moved to speak, to remind him that it wasn’t true, but Sander shook his head before continuing. “And, what he said was ridiculous—because he was the one that broke up with you—but it was like he managed to string at all of my insecurities in one quick, drunken shout. The longer it went, the worse it became and it just all caught up to me on Thursday and I—” He cut himself off, swallowing obviously. 

“I understand,” Robbe said. Sander glanced away from him, preferring to look at his shirt, and Robbe ran a hand through the hair on the nape of his neck. “Your thoughts are like the mural, right? The ocean slamming down until it feels like your drowning?” Sander’s eyes flickered up to him, surprised. “Thomas has always been frighteningly good at figuring out insecurities, Sander, but he is wrong, okay? I am not going anywhere.” 

Sander stayed quiet, staring up at him with wide eyes.

“I’m never going to go anywhere and I will make sure to tell you that every day,” Robbe said. He leaned to him, rubbing their noses together, and Sander leaned against him. He sat up, taking Robbe with him, and Sander placed his hands on Robbe’s waist, gripping him tightly. Robbe placed his hands along Sander’s jawline and kissed his nose. “I’m not going anywhere and I’m going to prove it to you every day. Is that okay?”

Sander nodded before letting out a sigh. “I’m sorry,” Sander said. His breath fanned out against Robbe’s face, warming his skin. Robbe pulled him closer, feeling the nervous tension in his shoulders. “For making you feel that way… From the minute that you left last Friday, I wanted to chase after you and kiss you senseless but my thoughts were just so loud and I thought that you would be safer if I… I didn’t want you to get hurt because of me—”

“You can never hurt me, Sander—”

“I just did, Robbe,” Sander said, hurriedly. “I’ve spent the last week hurting you, not responding to messages and making you feel like I never—” 

“Okay,” Robbe said, running a hand through Sander’s hair. He began to calm, leaning his head in the direction of Robbe’s palm, and Robbe pressed a kiss against his cheek. “Let me rephrase that… You would never hurt me to hurt me, okay? No matter what happened this past week, I am going to forgive you, Sander—and I’m not going anywhere.” 

Sander swallowed, his voice breaking as he said, “Really?”

At the hurt and pain in his voice, Robbe could feel his heart ripping into two. Sander didn’t believe that Robbe forgave him—Sander didn’t believe that Robbe was never going to leave. How many people had left Sander? How many times had he been hurt? His gut knew that he would never be able to tell Sander enough right now so Robbe leaned forward and kissed him, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. As much as he could, Robbe tried to pour every ounce of feeling into the kiss—to let Sander know with certainty that he was never going to leave, to let him know that he forgave him.

When they separated, Robbe placed a flurry of kisses across his face before declaring, “Really.” 

For the first time since Robbe returned to the bedroom, Sander smiled. It was bright and it was genuine, but Robbe could see the emotion fluttering in it—overwhelmed but happy. Wrapping his arms around Sander’s shoulders, Robbe pulled him closer and Sander clung to his body. Glancing at Robbe’s lips, Sander tilted his chin up a little and Robbe was more than willing to kiss him again—for the rest of the afternoon—or forever. 

But, before their lips could meet, their stomachs let out a loud, unison growl. 

Unwrapping his arm from Sander’s shoulders, Robbe chuckled. “Looks like our stomachs had enough waiting,” Robbe teased, trying not to let his disappointment show. When Robbe attempted to climb off his lap, Sander gripped tightly on his hips, not wanting him to move. Getting the message, Robbe stopped trying to get off and simply reached for the set-aside plate and the discarded forks.

As Robbe took a bite of the scrambled eggs, Sander said matter-of-factly, “I don’t know how this food is going to compare when I have the most delicious thing right in front of me.” Robbe could feel the flush creeping on his face. Flirty, confident Sander was back in full force. The insecure Sander was still there, swimming in the broken pool of his eyes, but Robbe knew that his jokes meant he was feeling better. Plus, the sight of Robbe’s pink cheeks brought Sander’s bright smile back.

“We’ll see about that,” Robbe said, scooping up a bite of eggs.

“Hey, I’m deadly serious—” Sander was cut off as Robbe shoved the bite of eggs into his open mouth. Swallowing, Sander started drooling as he reached blindly behind him, “Oh my god. That’s amazing! Where’s the other fork?” 

Robbe laughed loudly as Sander reached for the second fork.

…

Zondag 13:38

Yesterday, after they had finished their cold breakfast, Sander raced into the kitchen to thank Jonathan for the food with Robbe and the empty plate trailing behind. Leaving the comfort and solitude of Robbe’s room had been a mistake. Now that Milan wasn’t in a hurry to leave, he proceeded to interrogate Sander about everything that Robbe didn’t tell him. Sander dutifully answered all of Milan’s questions—going into meticulous detail about their picnic in the park and their first kiss by the warehouse to Milan’s glee—and Robbe was the one sitting on the kitchen counter, writhing in embarrassment. 

Before Milan could ask another question, the blushing Robbe dragged Sander back into his room. Even as Sander continued to tease him, Robbe knew that his words packed no punch and brought him into a kiss. The two of them fell on Robbe’s bed before putting a YouTube video on one of their phones and they stayed there until Milan knocked on the bedroom door, asking for Sander’s favorite pizza and demanding they join him and Jonathan for a Harry Potter marathon.

About halfway through the second movie, Sander promptly said that he was a Slytherin. Robbe reasoned that he could’ve been a Gryffindor or a Ravenclaw and Milan simply laughed. Jonathan insisted that Milan and Robbe were both Hufflepuffs—which Robbe admitted to seeing—before Sander spoke up that Robbe could be a Ravenclaw. 

As they argued about Jonathan’s house, Zoë returned home with Senne in tow. At the sight of Sander lying on the couch with Robbe coiled in his lap, Senne let out an obvious breath of relief before exclaiming, “Oh thank God!” Sander laughed and Senne proceeded to tackle them, trapping Robbe between their arms. Zoë doubled over in laughter as Robbe tried to squirm out of their hold and Jonathan stated, “Senne is a Gryffindor”, to kick start the conversation again. 

As Jonathan made another bag of popcorn and Milan put in the fourth movie, Robbe turned in Sander’s arms to face him, quietly whispering, “Did you need to head back to your apartment soon?” 

Sander glanced down at him with a soft look in his eyes. “Did you want me to go?”

Robbe shook his head. “No,” Robbe said. “I just didn’t know if you had work tomorrow. And I don’t want Emilie to think that I’m just stealing you away all the time.”

Sander chuckled. “I don’t have work until Monday and I’m not leaving until there.” As Robbe smiled up at him, the confident bravado of Sander’s faltered. “Unless you wanted me to leave tonight?” Robbe shook his head, leaning to kiss him. Sander kissed him back in full force, wrapping him securely in his arms. Robbe forgot that they weren’t alone until someone hit them with a pillow, jolting them apart. 

It was Senne. “Come on, lovebirds,” he teased. “The movie is starting.”

“Really?” Sander asked. “You wanna go?” 

Waking up on Sunday morning with Sander’s nose pressed against his neck and his arms around his waist… it was a feeling that Robbe hoped would never go away. For breakfast, all six of them crowded around the small dining room table in the kitchen, bumping elbows as they passed food around. Zoë texted Lucas a photo of the table and giggled at his jealous response. 

Once breakfast was over, Zoë raced out of the apartment, needing to get to work before her late morning shift. Senne left shortly after, meeting up with Max and his girlfriend. While Senne extended the invitation to Sander, Robbe felt his heart do a flip when Sander said: “Maybe next time.” Jonathan had to head out to his mom’s house and Milan went with him. Being the only ones left, Robbe and Sander did the dishes before returning to the comfort of Robbe’s bed, curled up together.

Robbe didn’t want to leave the comfort of his bed or the safety of Sander’s arms. Tomorrow, the two of them would return to ‘normal’—the type of normal where they didn’t wake up in each other’s arms or hold hands beneath the kitchen table. After their first kiss and spending the night at Sander’s apartment, Robbe always woke up in the middle of the night to find no one in the bed with him and he had a feeling that it would only be more intense now. 

As the day went on, Robbe’s need to never leave his bed grew tenfold. But, when Sander turned to put on another Youtube video—a Pokémon YouTuber/Streamer whose intro Robbe memorized in an hour—Sander spotted the time on his phone and turned to him. “Hey, it’s almost time for you to stream.”

Robbe blinked up at him, half-asleep against his shoulder. “Huh?” 

Sander showed him the phone—Robbe’s feeling euphoric from being in Sander’s arms to be embarrassed about the drawing as his lock screen photo—and Robbe focused on the time. 13:38. Robbe let out a groan, snuggling further into Sander’s chest. “I don’t normally stream on Sundays.” 

“That’s true,” he said. Sander ran a hand through Robbe’s curls, giving them a gentle tug and trying to pull him up from his chest. Robbe let out a low whine but turned to look up at him all the same. “But you also didn’t stream yesterday. Generally, if you didn’t stream on Saturday, you stream on Sunday.”

“That’s true…”

“So, are you?”

Robbe shook his head, leaning back against Sander’s chest. “I’m not going to stream today,” Robbe said, letting out a breath. Sander turned to him, a curious look in his eyes. “Since I ended the stream short on Friday and I didn’t stream yesterday, I know that I should probably stream but… I don’t want to get up.” 

Sander laughed. “You should.”

“Why?” Robbe asked. 

“For lots of reasons,” Sander said, chuckling. “It’s your job—and your main source of income—and you love doing it. I know you do. Remember, I’ve watched nearly all of your streams in the past month and a half and it’s amazing, like no one I’ve ever seen before.” Robbe felt his cheeks flush and that was before Sander rolled them over, hovering a breath above him. “Plus, when you play video games, you’re really hot.” 

Robbe chuckled, making an obvious show that he was rolling his eyes.

Sander leaned down closer, their lips brushing, but not quite kissing. Robbe extended his neck, to try and connect their lips, but Sander was evil and pulled back at the last second. Robbe groaned and Sander grinned like he won the lottery. “I promise that I’ll be good if that’s what you’re worried about.” 

“You are quite distracting,” Robbe said. Sander chuckled, pressing a feather-light kiss against his lips. When Robbe whined, Sander kissed him again—this time, deeper, pushing his mouth open instantly and lowering his body against him. Robbe pulled Sander closer, tugging at the fabric of his t-shirt. Sander wouldn’t budge so Robbe tugged a little harder, trying to get him to come closer, to kiss him harder.

But Sander, ever the temptation, simply pulled away at the last second and beamed down at him. “Don’t worry,” Sander said, grinning. Robbe blinked up at him. “I’ll go swing by my apartment for clothes to wear tonight and tomorrow.” Robbe barely had time to react before Sander was pressing another fleeting kiss to his lips. “Then, for the rest of your stream, I’ll stay at the café downstairs.”

With a sense of finality, Sander rolled off of him, leaving Robbe stunned on the bed. 

“What?” Robbe asked, sitting up. Robbe stood up from the bed, watching Sander grab his gray denim jeans from the floor from where they had been abandoned on Friday night. He quickly swapped Robbe’s borrowed sweats—the ones Robbe always had to pull up because they were too big but managed to look perfect on Sander—for his jeans. As Sander buttoned his jeans and reached for his belt, Robbe asked, softly, “You’re leaving?” 

With the belt in one hand, Sander glanced up, catching his gaze before Robbe glanced away. Instantly, he abandoned it, dropping it back on the floor, and instantly wrapped Robbe in his arms. Once Robbe was sunk into his embrace, Sander placed a kiss against his head. “Only temporarily,” Sander said, his voice sounding so sure in Robbe’s ear. “As soon as your stream is over, I’ll come back to you. Or, you can come to me and we can go get something to eat.” 

Robbe swallowed, feeling silly as he said, “So, you’re coming back?” 

Sander weaved his hand through Robbe’s hair. He gently pulled on the strands, coaxing Robbe to tilt his head back so they were looking at each other. Once Robbe’s eyes were on his own, Sander said, “Yes, I am.” Robbe nodded, standing on his toes to bring their lips together. Sander kissed him like he was precious, holding him tightly against him, and a warmth shot through Robbe with a frightening intensity. 

Sander broke their kiss, briefly, to place two more feather-light kisses against his lips. Robbe laughed and tried to lean forward to kiss him. But, Sander dodged his kiss at the last second, pressing one against his cheekbone and then his jaw. Finally, Sander placed a final kiss against the curve of his jaw before holding Robbe tightly. The two of them swayed in the middle of the room, simply reveling in each other’s presence. “Are you sure that you’re alright with me staying another night?” 

“Yes, I promise,” Robbe breathed out. “I want you here and you never have to ask. You’re always welcome to share my bed. If you want, I’ll even clean out a drawer for you.” 

Sander laughed. “I’d like that,” he admitted. Pulling him closer, Sander kissed him again. It was brief before they were separating and Sander was shoving him toward his desk. Before Sander left completely he paused to place one final kiss on Robbe’s mouth and he said, “Good luck”, with the brightest smile on his face. Robbe beamed at him, relinquishing one more longer kiss out of him before Sander left the apartment with his bag on his shoulder and his Doc Martens.

There was a part of Robbe that worried that Sander would never return—that Robbe had let him walk out the door without a fight. However, as he wrapped up his stream, the sight of ‘earthlingoddity: see you soon ;)’ in the flying stream of bye’s made his heart swell a dozen times… and briefly short-circuit his brain that he nearly forgot to end the actual stream.

#wtfock #wtfam #jij verliest #robbe ijzermans #sander driesen #sobbe #rosander #fanfic #brenna writes #jij verliest fic #twitch streamer!robbe #tattoo artist!sander #long clip #i hope you guys like it *pleading emoji*

[nbrook29]

Hey!! 108. “I could do that, but could doesn’t mean would.” for the dialogue prompt? 💞✨

Hi there! 😇

Another anon: 7, 8 😇

Another anon: 120, 127 ✨

Another anon: Okayyy so for the prompts :3) “You are not going without me.” and 8) “You’re jealous, aren’t you?”I already know it will be so good!! Thank YOU

So to sum up:

108. “I could do that, but could doesn’t mean would.” for the dialogue prompt?

7. “I’m not jealous.”

8. “ You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

127. “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this…”

120. “Your hair is so soft…” -> already done here

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Heaven. He’s in heaven. Every single muscle in his body is completely relaxed, body bathing in the scorching heat of the sun above him as he stretches his calves, toes digging in the sand, joints popping in a satisfying way, and yes, this is something Robbe could get used to.

He can’t believe merely six days ago he was a bundle of nerves. Nail-biting, snapping, whining, zombie-like mess, overly stressed about his finals and revising like a crazy person. It’s short of a miracle, he ponders, that Sander didn’t dump his ass after being barked at for two weeks straight. Instead, he gave him his space, would just kiss the top of his head everytime Robbe snapped at him for breathing too loud and quietly leave the room so Robbe could focus. 

Robbe would then be so overtaken by guilt that he couldn’t focus anyway and he’d walk to the kitchen, head hanging low, biting his lip, afraid that this time Sander finally had enough and went home, only to find him in his kitchen; making them dinner and swaying his butt to his newest playlist oblivious to the torment in Robbe’s conscience.

He’d walk over to him, quietly, slinking across the tiled floor in his socks the last few steps, and he would wrap his arms around his waist, holding on tight, head buried in between his shoulder blades as he’d mouth sorry after sorry into his t-shirt, sealing each one with a kiss. 

And Sander would be so fucking sweet about the whole thing. More understanding that Robbe could have ever asked for. He'd feed him croques or any other delicious food, smoothing out the frown lines between Robbe's eyebrows with his other hand and Robbe's contrite face would soon be all smiles, cuddling up to his side for a ten minute makeout session before going back to his studying with a long-suffering sigh. Not without a pat on the butt for, as Sander claimed, good luck. The cheeky bastard.

He smiles to himself now when he opens one eye to peak at the person lying next to him, but Sander is not there. Confused, he lifts his head with a groan, squinting against the sun. It only takes him a few seconds to locate his boyfriend, zeroing in on his tanned back, muscles shifting as he hits the ball across the net.

Robbe must have nodded off for a while because he remembers everyone chilling on their towels and now half of their squad is in the water while the other half is goofing off pretending to be good at volleyball, HIS other half included. He recognizes Jens, Jana, Moyo, Senne, and Sander of course, but there’s an additional person from outside of their group, playing for Senne and Sander’s team.

Huh.

She’s a long-legged olive skin beauty, tossing her long dark hair left and right, and Robbe snorts when he notices Moyo and Jens on the other side of the net, following her every move, hearts in their eyes. 

Grinning to himself, he starts thinking about the teasing material they’re providing him right now, and he’s about to turn his head to the other side to catch some sun rays on his right cheek as well when his eyes stop at the girl’s fingers as they wrap themselves around Sander’s arm, traveling to his bicep as she inches closer. There’s a private smile on her face, teeth biting coyly on her bottom lip, and Robbe cocks his eyebrow at the scene.

He rests his weight on his elbow, trying to find a position that doesn’t look too obvious as he keeps shooting furtive glances in their direction.

It’s not that he’s jealous or something. It’s just. She’s standing a teeny tiny too close and is a bit too touchy-feely. 

In his humble opinion.

There’s a pause in the game as one of the boys go to retreat the ball from the water and Robbe watches her hand slip sideways, now grazing Sander’s lean abs, and she’s saying something, but they’re too far for him to figure it out. There’s an unpleasant feeling rising in his stomach and he tries to squish it down but to no avail.

Fuck. He IS jealous. In fact, he’d really appreciate it if some random person wasn’t groping his boyfriend, pawing at him like he’s theirs to touch. 

Just as the realization hits, Sander takes a step back, gently pushing the girl’s hand away and saying something back, making her beaming face morph into a sad frown. Before Robbe can drop his gaze and pretend he hadn’t been watching the scene unfold like a hawk, Sander turns around and looks straight at him. Robbe curses under his breath when he sees the smirk growing on his lips when Sander realizes he caught him in the act. He shakes his head with amusement, chuckling a little as he winks and blows him a kiss before turning back to the boys and Jana and quitting the game, leaving the girl looking after him forlornly.

Robbe closes his eyes as the squinting becomes too much just as Sander jogs over to their spot, flopping on the towel next to him with a groan. 

“I think I’ve done enough sports for a whole year,” he complains, stretching his arms and legs like he’d just run a marathon. Robbe scoots closer, Sander’s body blocking the sun and giving his poor eyes a much needed break.

“Did you win?” he mouths the question against his side, tasting the salty skin as he brushes a small kiss on his hip bone as an afterthought, making Sander squirm at the tickling sensation. He lets out a short giggle, fingers finding their way into Robbe long curls, combing through them as he pulls his own body back a little.

“They’re still playing so it’s hard to say.”

“Mkay.”

Sander chuckles at his slurred answer. “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like that, all rosy cheeks and puffy lips,” he murmurs, leaning down for a quick kiss that pulls an involuntary smile out of Robbe. He traces a delicate finger down his nose, "You're gonna be all freckly tomorrow."

"You love my freckles."

"I do." 

He waits until Sander makes himself comfortable on the sand before swinging his arm over his belly possessively and asking the question that's been on the tip of his tongue.

"So who was that?"

He opens his eyes and regards him from his half-closed lids, groaning internally when he notices the smirk dancing on Sander’s lips as he watches him, expression a little too gleeful for Robbe’s liking.

“You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

Robbe huffs in indignance like he hadn’t just been watching the girl touching Sander, grumpy and disturbed.

“I’m not jealous.”

Sander shoots a pointed look at the placement of his arm, eyes sceptical. 

"Pff, whatever," Robbe goes to move it, but Sander is quicker, catching it and pressing it back down, entwining their fingers on his belly in the process.

“Her name’s Leah, she wanted to play with us.”

"Did she make a move on you?" it slips out before Robbe can swallow the words down, and great, now he doesn't sound jealous at all.

Sander seems to be as surprised with the question as Robbe is.

"She did," he replies, turning on his side to look at him, head propped by his hand, "but I told her a have a scorching hot boyfriend who's currently sunbathing his perky butt and being insecure for some reason."

Robbe gets a bit defensive. "I'm not insecure," he mumbles back. "I just don't appreciate it," he waves his hand vaguely trying to find words, "when someone gets too close."

Sander is quiet for a few seconds and just when Robbe starts to regret opening his mouth, he finds himself being dragged across their towels and onto Sander’s chest. He’s not that light though so he essentially ends up with his upper body resting on Sander while his legs are now lying askew on his own towel still. It seems to be good enough for Sander though because he loops his arms around his back, effectively trapping him in case Robbe wanted to get away, eyes crinkling with that smug smile of his.

“You’re jealous of me,” he says it with such fondness in his voice that Robbe does a double take.

“Ugh, you’re enjoying this way too much,” he grunts, pulling back as far as Sander’s hold allows to get rid of the unpleasant twinge in his back.

Sander delicately thumbs at his pouty lower lip, expression still amused.

Robbe glares at him half-heartedly. “Could you stop?”

“I could, but could doesn’t mean would. Let me bask in this unexpected turn of events, babe.”

“Sandeeeeer,” he drags out his name in a whiny voice, first poking at his cheeks and then squeezing his lips with his fingers to put his satisfied smile to rest, but it only makes Sander laugh more. “Don’t be mean to me.”

“Admit you were jealous.”

“Oh my god, okay! I was jealous! She was touching you up and pawing at you with her tanned arms and I hated it, happy now?

Sander squeezes his lips to keep his grin at bay, but a small giggle escapes his mouth anyway.

“You’re the worst.”

“Aww, baby, I promise you’re the only one I want to be pawing at me. And touching me up.”

“Well I hope so.”

Robbe can’t resist giving him a kiss that is a bit too lingering and messy for a sunny noon at the beach, but he feels like staking his claim. Sue him. Sander is all for it, the exhibitionist in him couldn’t care less about random bystanders so when Robbe finally comes up for air he whines and tries to bring him back down, already looking dazed.

Robbe peaks on his left to see if the girl maybe was looking in their direction those few seconds ago, when he hears Sander’s scandalized gasp.

“Was that you claiming your territory?!”

Robbe fires him a smug wink, shutting up his “such a bad boy, mr IJzermans” with another kiss.

#wtfock #my fics

[kalemakar]

theres a zoenne and sobbe fic under the cut 

Senne pushes Zoe against the wall next to their flatshare door and presses his lips against hers urgently. Zoe smiles before kissing him back and her arms slide up from Senne’s waist to his neck and they wrap around it, pulling him closer to her. Senne’s hand sneaks up under Zoe’s shirt and rubs her soft skin there. Their lips move in unison, leading to something more. Senne's hand flies away from Zoe’s waist and blindly reaches for the doorknob. Without moving his lips away from Zoe’s, he pushes the door open and pulls them inside. 

“You fucking cheated!”

The harsh yell forces Zoe and Senne to jump away from each other. Senne, with his eyes wide open, looks for the cause of the commotion, realizing it came from Robbe, who is standing on the couch looking down at Sander with his hands on his hips. His eyebrows are pulled down together, framing his angry, glaring eyes, while his lips are being pulled down into a frown. 

“I saw you! How could you fucking do that?!” Robbe cries. 

“I didn’t! I swear I didn’t Robbe!” Sander yells back. 

Senne is very confused. He stares at the two lovers who usually kiss whenever they can, cuddle on the couch while watching a movie, and overall just be sickeningly in love, arguing. 

Sander reaches for his bag and jacket and shoves on his shoes “If you can’t believe me then I'm leaving!” 

Robbe glares at him, “Fine by me” and stomps over to his room and slams the door so hard Senne hears the cups rattling in the kitchen cupboards.

Senne just stands in the middle of the living room shocked. He has no idea what just happened and is too afraid to find out. ‘Cheating?’ Sander would never cheat on Robbe; he's too in love with him. But Robbe did seem sure. 

He turns to Zoe, “Wanna keep making out?” he asks, wanting to resume what they were doing before. 

Zoe purses her lips and stares at Robbe‘s closed-door before whipping her head to door Sander just exited through. “Senne, you go talk to Robbe and I’ll catch up with Sander,” she says as she runs out the door. 

Senne sighs and walks over to Robbe’s room and knocks on the door. He hears the bed covers ruffling and a loud sad sigh. 

“Come in.”

Senne opens the door to see Robbe laying on his bed with his face shoved into his pillow. 

Senne sighs wondering why his friend was this upset and was truly wondering if Sander really has done something wrong to upset him like this. 

He walks over and sits on the bed to rub Robbe’s back, “What happened?”

He hears a muffled reply, “He cheated.” 

Senne raises his eyebrow in shock, “Are you sure?? With who?”

“Yeah I am and I can’t believe he did it.”

“Okay but with who?” Senne asks again.

But Robbe doesn’t reply. Senne moves Robbe over to see that the boy has fallen asleep. Senne smiles softly and pulls up the covers over Robbe. He walks out of the room to see Zoe out of breath in the living room.

He rushes over and asks, “What did Sander say?”

Zoe manages to wheeze out, “He said…he didn’t...cheat at all,” Zoe manages to catch her breath, “I asked him what happened but he said he’s too angry to talk about it and left. I ran all the way back here to tell Robbe.”

Senne chuckles dryly, “Robbe has fallen asleep. And I don’t know if what Sander said is true. Robbe was pretty upset and is so sure that Sander cheated on him?!”

Zoe spits out a laugh, “What?! Sander would never do that! Let’s be real, he is too whipped for Robbe to do anything like that.”

Senne shakes his head in agreement, knowing that both the two are so in love, “Then what’s happening, Zoe?”

Zoe pouts and runs her hand through her hair, “I don’t know, but we have to do something.”

Senne gazes off into contemplation, trying to figure out how to get Sander and Robbe to talk out their issues. Suddenly, he’s hit with an idea he knows will work. If it works in American tv shows, it has to work for them too.

“Zoe! What if we just lock Sander and Robbe in a closet and don’t open the door until both of them talk out their issues?!” Senne asks Zoe excitedly.

Zoe just looks confused, “Why would we force them into a closet? And Robbe just came out of the closet. Why do we want to put him back in?”

Senne lets out a surprised laugh and shakes his head, “No, no, no. That’s not- no. When we force the two into a room and don’t let them out they’ll be forced to talk about their feelings.”

Zoe sighs but a small smirk start growing on her face, “It’s so stupid it might actually work.”

Senne feels like the statement should offend him but he doesn’t care; he’s so excited to see his plan work and have both of his boys happy together again.

The two plan for Zoe to get Sander and Senne to get Robbe and lock them in the bathroom. ‘Since the closet is not an ideal place Senne!’ Senne mocks in his head, upset that they didn’t stick to his original plan. The plan is set for tomorrow and the two go off to their bedroom, sharing lazy kisses, too tired to do anything else, before eventually falling asleep.

The two walk up the next day, groggy and tired, but excited to try and help their friends. Zoe hops out of bed, throwing on some clothes, while Senne brushes his teeth. The two smile at each other, rushing to make their plan a reality. 

Senne walks Senne to their flat door, “Remember, try to come at exactly 14:30, That's 15 minutes from now.”

Zoe rolls her eyes, “Yes, yes I know now let me go get him.”

Senne pampers Zoe’s face with a bunch of small butterfly kisses making Zoe giggle before finally letting her go out the door. Senne closes the flat door and rests his head against it. He sighs, knowing that he’s going to have to talk to Robbe and make him forgo his video game. He grabs his cup of coffee and shuffles over to the living room. He sees Robbe violent playing his game, cursing at the tv screen, swinging his controller over while yelling into his mic. Ever since he woke up, he has been showing his angry side by slamming doors and being impatient at everything and everyone, even the coffee maker. 

“Shit, shit, shit move you, idiot!” Robbe curses loudly. 

Senne nervously bites his lips and stands directly in front of the tv. Robbe looks appalled, “Senne! Move!”

Senne raises his eyebrows at the tone of Robbe’s voice and Robbe sheepishly says sorry. He smiles, “Robbe, why don’t we hang out and talk?”

Robbe looks confused, “Uhh? Sure?”

Senne’s face lights up and he pulls Robbe up by the arm, leading him to the wall adjacent to the bathroom. With Robbe’s back towards the wall, he won't be able to see anyone walking in through the flat door, meaning that he won't see Zoe dragging in Sander. Just then Senne hears the flat door open. Robbe turns his head to look over, but Senne quickly turns his head back and shoves his phone into his face, showing Robbe a meme he found the other day. With Robbe successfully distracted, he peeks over the corner of the wall and sees a groaning Sander being pulled by Zoe. Zoe quickly shoves Sander into the bathroom, letting Senne know that it is his queue. He grabs Robbe’s hand and drags him; Robbe protests, wondering what the hell was going on. He pushes Robbe into the bathroom and Robbe’s shocked to see Sander whipping his head to stare at Zoe and Senne. Before either of them could get out, Zoe closes the door shut and the two lean against it, putting all their weight on it. 

Robbe pounds their fists against the door, “Let us out!”

“Not until you two talk about what is happening right now! Clear up the supposed Sander cheating now!” Zoe yells back. 

“I already know Sander cheated, we don't have to talk about anything” Robbe retorts angrily. 

“Oh my god, Robbe I didn’t!”

Zoe and Senne look at each other nervously. Senne presses his ear against the door hoping to catch more of their conversation; even though that wasn't necessary since both were yelling at each other. 

“Oh my god, I saw your hand reaching towards the bank when you were kissing me! Oh. My. God. Did you distract me by kissing me so you could steal the money?!!!” Robbe cries out. 

Senne lifts his head up from the door and whispers, “Bank?”

Zoe looks just as confused. Bank? Money? What? 

“Oh my god, I was moving the money so I could move you there to make it more comfortable!” Sander retorts exasperated. 

“How can I trust you?!”

Senne sees a look of realization crosses Zoe’s face and she backs away from the door and buries her face into her hand. Senne however, is still so fricking confused. What is happening, he thinks.

Zoe starts laughing; she laughs so hard she’s bending over and holding her stomach. Senne is finally fed up with being confused, “What? What is happening?”

“Senne” Zoe gasps out, “They were playing Monopoly”

Senne finally gets it, slamming his head on the bathroom door, startling the two inside, making them stop bickering. Zoe and Senne had done all this just to find out this? This?

Senne yanks open the bathroom door, “Robbe, Sander, is Monopoly really the thing the two of you should be fighting about? Especially to this degree?!” he says to the now sheepish looking boys. 

Senne pivots on his heel and pulls Zoe to their room. 

“Where are you two going?” Robbe asks. 

“To finish what you interrupted yesterday,” he replies. Zoe giggles and hugs Senne sideways after realizing what Senne means. 

He pushes Zoe inside their room and puts his hands on the door to close it. Before the door fully closes, he can hear Sander ask Robbe, “Are they going to have sex now?”

Later that day in the evening, Senne, Zoe, Robbe, and Sander are spread out on the living room couches watching a random artsy movie that Sander put on. Senne was running his hand through Zoe’s hair since she is sleeping with her head down on his lap. He looks over to his side and sees Sander and Robbe cuddled up in a bunch of blankets whispering to each other. They look very happy and Senne is very relieved that they had gotten over their petty squabble after Zoe and Senne had come out of their room. Senne smiles when he realizes that the room is calm, peaceful, and quiet other than the movie playing in the background. 

He hears the flat door open so he swivels his head over and sees Milan coming back from his job!

“Hey, Milan!” Senne says smiling. 

“Hey, Senne! Hey Robbe, Sander.” Milan replies. 

Both Sander and Robbe let out a few quick hellos before going back to their own conversation. 

As Milan takes off his jacket he whines, “Guys we always watch a movie and chill. We should do something else! We should play Monopoly!”

Senne’s eyes widen and a scared look grows on his face.

“NO!”

#wtfock #wtfam #zoenne #sobbe #zoe loockx #sander driesen #robbe ijzermans #senne de smet #my fics #before you come yell at me idk what this is either #oops haahahaha #scheduled

[peaceoutofthepieces]

Tracing Time

is this considered sexual content? the mild kind maybe? this is the content warning just in case haha

Tuesday, 21:21

Song: Christian French - head first

Sander follows Robbe into the hallway without a thought, heart thumping as Robbe smiles secretly over his shoulder. He’d tugged Sander away in a quiet, sneaky manner, and neither of them talk now as they creep along. Robbe stops at a door, however, and turns around to face Sander first, drawing him down into a hard kiss. Sander hums in pleasure, opening up to the younger boy and letting his hands find their spot on his hips. He steps closer, backing Robbe up against the door. It makes Robbe laugh, and then he fumbles blindly until he finds the door handle, letting it swing open behind him.

He pulls Sander in after him, their lips never once detaching. Then Robbe’s closing the door and backing Sander up and their previous position is suddenly reversed. Sander shivers as his back hits the wood and Robbe boxes him in, laying an arm by Sander’s head and keeping the other hand on the back of his neck, slipping a leg between Sander’s.

Sander’s hum comes out as more of a moan, this time, but it would be more embarrassing if Robbe didn’t simply respond in kind, licking his way past Sander’s lips. Sander lets his hands slip down, just a little to start with, pinkies brushing over the top of Robbe’s back pockets. Robbe nips at his lip in retaliation, but he’s grinning as he steps back and pulls Sander with him once more.

The shock of the sudden distance surprises Sander into looking around and finally recognising their surroundings. His eyes go wide, but by then Robbe’s already pushing him onto the bed and following him down.

“Wait,” he protests, even though that’s the last thing he wants to do with Robbe now straddling him. But he recognises the glasses on the nightstand and the skateboard in the corner and alarms are blasting in his brain. Robbe stops instantly, stilling his hands and his weight as he stares down at Sander. “Jens‘s room? Are you kidding?”

Robbe raises his brows, tilting his head in a manner that is much too adorably innocent for the current situation. “Do you want to go back out? Sorry, I didn’t mean to assume…”

Sander stares at him incredulously for a moment, then squishes his cheeks. “Dummy,” he murmurs, then tries again. “Jens’s room. His bed. Where he...does things.”

Robbe widens his eyes exaggeratedly. “You mean sleep?” he whispers, mock aghast.

Sander shoves him.

“No, wait,” Robbe protests, laughing and clinging to Sander’s shoulders to stop himself from toppling. “Relax. You’re not gonna catch any Jens germs.”

“How do you know?” Sander demands. Then he narrows his eyes. “Or maybe that’s what you want.”

Robbe’s nose wrinkles, and he lets out a tiny incredulous laugh. “What?”

“Ah, ah, come on, don’t tell me Jens’s bed hasn’t come up in your fantasies before.”

“Oh, gross, Sander, it’s been years,” he whines. “Are you never gonna let that go?” When Sander merely stares up at him, maybe a little petulantly, Robbe pokes his cheek and lowers his voice as he kisses Sander’s nose. “I’m in here with you,” he points out. “That’s the only constant in my fantasies. Honestly, I feel like the surroundings are even more reason for you to feel smug about it.”

Well.

He’s not wrong.

Sander still narrows his eyes a little more. “Okay, fine, that’s not even the point. What about our germs?”

That startles a laugh out of Robbe, even as a flush creeps up his neck and he pinches Sander’s shoulder. “Sexy,” he teases. Then he takes a moment to actually consider before leaning down close to Sander, letting their lips ghost together teasingly in a very familiar move. “Guess we’ll just make sure we don’t leave any.”

His voice is still low, but his eyes are light as he raises a coy brow, and Sander can’t protest any more. He tugs Robbe down and instantly goes about getting a groan out of him. It doesn’t take long, and then Robbe is giving him a heated look and taking over. His lips move across Sander’s jaw and throat, his angel necklace falling against Sander’s chest as his hands slip under Sander’s shirt, and then everything’s a flurry of clothes and kisses.

Sander has managed to divulge Robbe of his shirt, as well, by the time Robbe’s hand finds its way into his hair and tugs. It’s punctuated with a sharp suck over his pulse, and he bites down hard on his lip to muffle the sound that’s punched out of him. His hair has grown out enough by now for Robbe to easily thread his fingers in, to clench them around a fistful at any given moment—usually when Sander is least prepared for it.

It’s clear, by now, that Robbe knows exactly what he’s doing.

But despite Robbe’s ability to take him apart with everything the boy knows he likes and well-practiced skill, Sander can’t help releasing a breathless laugh as Robbe settles eagerly at his nipples. The sound also falls apart quickly when Robbe actually sets his mouth to work, however, going so far as to look smugly up at Sander through his lashes.

“Tease,” he mutters. Robbe’s hum reverberates through his whole chest as his hands now tangle themselves in Robbe’s curls. He can’t help letting one curl around Robbe’s ear, brushing his thumb over the lobe before gently tugging Robbe’s earring. Robbe’s startled breath morphs into a sigh that gusts over Sander’s skin, and Sander squirms in his impatience. It isn’t, however, in any way unpleasant, and he’s the farthest thing from annoyed. It’s so enjoyably infuriating that he does feel like crying in relief when Robbe finally tugs his jeans down around his thighs, though.

Sander sinks back into the pillow with a sigh, thighs clenching on either side of Robbe as the boy’s fingertips graze his hip bones to curl around the waistband of his underwear. He breathes slowly, one hand grasping at the sheets now with the other still lightly cupping Robbe’s head. He lowers it to mouth at Sander, and Sander makes a noise that is definitely not needy or anything like a whimper.

Then sound floods into the room and shatters the atmosphere like a broken glass, with a wide-eyed, swearing Jens as the culprit.

Robbe squeaks and attempts to cover Sander with his own body. “Jens,” he yelps. “Get out!”

But Jens is already backing away with his hand over his eyes, curses growing more colourful as he slams the door and calls, “Sorry,” in the same hopelessly embarrassed tone. “No, wait, Robbe, what the fuck?”

Robbe groans where his face is now buried in Sander’s thigh, and Sander squirms at the unrelenting sensations. He doesn’t embarrass easily, but, well.

This is really quite a lot.

“Jens, fuck off!” he shouts.

“No, you assholes, that is my room. You’re not having fucking sex on my bed. You’re not fucking on my bed! Get out, seriously, Robbe…”

Sander is going to kill him. It doesn’t matter if they bonded, or if Robbe would be upset, or whatever. He is a fucking disaster and he is going to die, at Sander’s hands. “It’s my birthday,” he calls back, which should really be an unnecessary reminder, but hopefully work to guilt Jens in his favour.

It does not work. “It’s my fucking bed! I have to sleep there later!”

“Well,” Robbe pipes up, surprising them both enough that neither snaps back. He’s looking up at Sander with a hint of his cheeky grin, even though he’s flushed right down to his collarbones. “Feel free to come in here and put a stop to it.”

Sander’s eyes widen, and then he beams and tugs Robbe up to him so he can kiss his cheek, and they wait.

“You can’t be serious,” Jens says finally.

“Try me,” Robbe sings back.

Jens even throws in some French swears, this time. Sander barely notices, because Robbe has gone back to kissing him and the slick slide of their lips is the only sound filling his ears. He sighs as Robbe strokes over his cheek and deepens the kiss, the cool metal of his pendant settling at the base of Sander’s throat. He can’t help but grin when he realises the silence is only making Jens more antsy, voice nervous as he bangs on the door.

“If you want this as your birthday gift, fine then, asshole, but I’m taking mine and Lucas’s back.”

“Cool,” Sander agrees, purposefully adding a tight, throaty tone to his voice that has Robbe smacking his shoulder and Jens smacking the door. “Bye now.”

“Clean up your own damn mess or I swear,” Jens warns, with another smack to the door. “I hate both of you, oh my god.”

This time they stay still and silent for a moment, and when they finally hear Jens’s grumbling retreat, Robbe rushes over to lock the door. He looks simultaneously terribly embarrassed and shamelessly debauched, cheeks red and hair a mess, chest bare and jeans tight. It’s a sight to behold.

Sander doesn’t want to know what he looks like, spread out on the bed with only his damn jeans up to his knees.

Robbe licks his lips while looking at him, though, even as he slowly pads his way back over and tilts his head. “How much did that ruin the mood?”

Sander raises a brow. Robbe already has enough visual evidence of the truth, which is somehow ‘not at all’. Robbe flushes further in understanding, clearing his throat as he kneels on the edge of the mattress. “You?” Sander asks him.

Robbe kisses him again in response, deep and dirty, and Sander’s pulse kicks back into hyperspeed.

For about ten seconds, after which Robbe is pulling away once more and saying, “Wait.”

Sander groans, but tears his hands away from his boyfriend obediently. His voice comes out sounding a little impatient, though. “What?”

“I want to give you your present.”

“Right now?” Sander demands, blinking. “Isn’t that what’s already happening?”

Robbe has the audacity to laugh at him, though it is more of a shy giggle. “No, just…” he trails off, blushing again as he sits away from Sander. “Do you wanna…?” He gestures at Sander’s waist, and Sander buries his face in his hands.

“You’re killing me, Robbe,” he mumbles through his fingers, before obediently pulling up his pants with a quiet huff.

“Okay, okay,” Robbe laughs. “Just, here.”

He holds something out above Sander’s face, and Sander lets his hands drop. He finds himself looking at a key.

Robbe’s key.

To his house.

“What?” Sander says, lost.

Robbe looks nervous. It’s incredibly endearing, how he tilts his head and bites his lip but makes himself hold Sander’s gaze. “I obviously got you stuff too, but, that’s at home. So. I’ve just been meaning to give you this, as well, and now seemed like a good time?” He pauses. “Well, maybe not right now. Sorry.”

“Robbe. What?”

“So you can come and go whenever you need to,” Robbe says, quiet and hesitant. “If I’m not there and you want to wait for me, or if you ever need me during the night, I figured this is better than waiting for me to come let you in, just in case it’s…raining, or something.”

Sander stares at him.

Robbe’s expression drops slightly and he bites his lip. “It doesn’t mean you have to use it, obviously, just that...you can. If you want to. Mama is completely fine with it, too.”

Sander is speechless. He doesn’t think words actually exist to describe it. The...the amount of trust Robbe puts in him through this small item is ridiculous. How he had described the offer is completely insane. He’s happy to let Sander allow himself into his house in the middle of the night, simply if the desire takes him. He’s happy to give Sander, who has been labeled everything from annoying to downright crazy, the freedom of his home. His own sanctuary. He’s opening all of it to Sander with the only doubt being that Sander wouldn’t want it.

As if it isn’t the best thing anyone has ever given him.

He can’t speak, so he reaches, pulling Robbe in to offer his gratitude and reassurance and disbelief in a kiss. It’s still a hard press of lips, still hungry, but it’s slower and softer than any of the others they’ve shared tonight. It means something else, something beyond the basic desires they’d been indulging in minutes ago. It means something more.

“Robbe,” he breathes, heart fluttering at his boyfriend’s responding happy hum. “Thank you.”

Robbe strokes his cheeks so softly, and smiles so lovingly down at him, and Sander feels cracked open and laid bare beyond his near nudity. “I may have an ulterior motive,” Robbe admits. “I didn’t bring another key, so if this is to be yours, I guess I can’t get home without you.”

Sander huffs a laugh, lips spreading in a too-wide smile as he stretches up to kiss Robbe again. “Clever,” he praises.

Robbe hums again, equally pleased, and holds the key out to Sander. Sander takes it, closing his fingers around it carefully, watching the light flicker over and dip into the ridges as they press into his skin and imprint on him. He rubs his thumb over the rough metal, just admiring it for a moment, before looking at Robbe again.

He is the easiest thing to admire. He’s still flushed all down his neck, though it’s happy nerves more than embarrassment now. It’s enticing enough that Sander has to lean in and kiss the bare skin, has to feel Robbe’s heartbeat reverberating through him. He draws Robbe closer, back into his lap, into the circle of his arms, and pulls him close enough that they are entirely pressed together, chest to chest with heads tucked over each other’s shoulders. Robbe’s angel pendant presses into the skin near Sander’s own heart, which feels incredibly fitting.

“I love you,” Sander murmurs, because it’s the only thing he feels in this minute—the only thing he feels every minute, regardless of everything else.

Robbe presses a sweet kiss to his cheek. “I love you too. Happy birthday, Sander.” He allows Sander to hug him tighter for a moment before adding, “You should be able to find one of your other gifts now, too.”

“Find?” Sander pulls back just enough to look at Robbe quizzically. His eyes widen a fraction and he pats the pockets of Robbe’s jeans, feeling a smirk play at his lips. “Did you come prepared?”

“No,” Robbe yelps, batting him away. “You’ll have to search for it online.”

“What? What do you mean online? Do you know how vast ‘online’ is, Robbe?”

Robbe rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling. “YouTube, then. You have to look on YouTube.”

Sander tilts his head, baffled. “Did you rejoin a Broerrrs video?”

Robbe shrugs, all wide-eyed innocence, as if he’s not the one who put it wherever it is.

“Okay,” Sander announces. “We’re not doing anything here.”

He admits to feeling a little smug when Robbe’s face falls. “I thought you wanted to?”

“Oh, trust me,” Sander reassures, “I definitely do. But neither of us actually came prepared, and I’m realising this isn’t all I want to do to you tonight. No, we’re going to go back to yours and I’m going to find this mysterious online gift and then, then this will be made worth it.”

Now Robbe’s wide-eyed gaze holds a very different vibe, and his flush has darkened alongside his eyes, and he nods just a little too quickly. “Okay,” he agrees.

Sander grins, and does, however, spend a little more time kissing him, still clutching the key in an incredulous grip.

And, well, the thought of making out on the bed of Robbe’s old crush with Robbe is oddly satisfying. He might feel a little smug. And if it makes said crush squirm a little because he thinks they carried through on their threat with a little more commitment, well, that’s even better.

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#wtfock #sobbe #rosander #robbe x sander #sander season #tracing time #here is the ✨foreshadowing✨ lmao #bet you didn’t think you’d be getting walked in ON by jens huh robbe

[hopelessromanticvirgo]

Sincerely, Always Yours

Chapter 27 Part 1

Chapter 26

“Don’t cry.”

“Don’t cry.”

“Don’t cry.”

Robbe keeps repeating it in his head but his body betrays him.

He feels his eyes getting blurry and he curses himself.

He curses himself for being this week.

He lights up the cigarette and takes a big inhale out of it.

It’s past midnight, already year 2021.

He was doing quite alright when he got back to Milan’s even if she was there, circling around Sander like he was her toy and only entertainment.

Robbe also didn’t leave his side so in the end Sander was stuck between Robbe and Britt every damn second.

One time he had to go to the bathroom and Robbe almost followed him inside.

So pathetic and embarrassing.

And Sander was trying his best to be with Robbe, for a second he even thought that he was trying to get rid of Britt and be with him instead but of course it wasn’t true at all.

Robbe was alright until just 30min ago when the countdown for new year started.

And that bitch had the audacity to kiss his Sander right in front of his face, make him bend his head a little bit by pulling his sweater down, crashing their lips together as the others screamed “one” and Robbe wanted to say that Sander didn’t kiss back but unfortunately, that would be a total lie.

Jens tried to make him feel better by whispering “don’t worry, you will be kissing him at midnight next year” in his ear but it didn’t help Robbe at all.

And here he was, on the balcony, sitting down on the old piece of stars Milan kept there for sitting and Robbe has no idea why, smoking a cigarette, fresh tears getting ready to fall down on his cheeks.

“Fuck.” He whispered and closed his eyes, which automatically made his tears fall.

“Don’t cry.” He keeps whispering over and over again, putting out the cigarette, hugging his knees, putting his head down between them.

He wants to go home so desperately, he doesn’t care if he will be alone or not in there, at least he won’t worry about anybody seeing him cry on the new year’s party which is filled with his friends.

His friends and her.

His friends, his Sander and her.

Robbe knows that he tries to be with him, so he can’t really blame Sander at all.

In fact, Jens was right. Sander just found out that she was also going to come.

And that means that Robbe has nobody to blame.

Nobody but Jana and the fucking universe which was hardcore laughing at him right now.

He knew it would be like this the moment Jens told him that she was there with Sander.

He’s so tired of seeing her hands going up and down on his body, touching him every time she wants to, with no problem, like it’s normal and Robbe desperately wants to be her. A person who can just hug Sander whenever they want to, kiss him, snuggle into his touch and nobody will look at him weirdly.

He really wants to.

But like some cruel person or world or anybody already decided, Robbe doesn’t deserve good things in life, and he especially doesn’t deserve someone like Sander, but in his defense, Britt doesn’t deserve him too.

“Robbe?” And like he felt that the boy was thinking about him, Sander walked on the balcony.

“There you are. I have been looking for you.” Before he managed to get close to the weeping loner, Robbe quickly wiped his tears away and no matter how much his heart warmed up because Sander came here to look for him, he really preferred to be alone right now.

He sat down next to him, Robbe nodded his head, acknowledging his presence but didn’t say anything else.

“Hey. Look at me.” Sander said and it took everything for Robbe not to burst out in tears right there and then again.

Sander put his hand on his shoulder and made him turn around towards him and that’s when Robbe looked up and thought “fuck, he’s so pretty” in his head like every time he does when they are together.

It was dark out, only street lights lighting up the balcony and of course there was some light coming from the room, from at the apartment but they were sitting a little away from the balcony door so they couldn’t see each other that well but even if Sander’s figure and face wasn’t as clear as they would be in the daylight, he still was the most beautiful man in the world that Robbe’s ever seen.

“Talk to me.” He said with his usual soft voice and that’s when Robbe realized how close they were sitting next to each other.

But Robbe couldn’t say a word, he knew he’d break immediately. And also, what was he suppose to say?

“Are those tears I see?” He heard the boy whispered now with pain in his voice and Robbe sniffed, couldn’t control his self and his emotions anymore.

And that’s what it took for Sander to realize that he was indeed in pain and seeing him sitting in the dark, with tears running down his cheeks was killing him.

“Come here, you silly goose.” He whispered and opened his arms, immediately Robbe was glued to his side, with Sander’s arm on his shoulder, keeping him close to his chest, Robbe being able to smell his perfume, which was coming from his neck.

That’s all it took for Robbe to completely break down, he was glad that the sounds coming from him was muffled in Sander’s sweater, he could hear the older boy whispering “shh, tell me what’s wrong” and other sweet things in his hair but he couldn’t answer, he could hardly breathe from the way he couldn’t stop crying.

He’s been holding everything inside for so long already and now it finally burst open.

“Don’t want to talk to me?” Sander tried again and sadly chuckled when he felt Robbe violently shaking his head.

“Seeing you hurt makes me sad Robin.” He whispered in his hair, his fingers running through his brown locks and the feeling made Robbe cry even harder.

“Fuck.”

“Control yourself.”

He tried to calm down his breathing but whenever he felt Sander’s fingers on his scalp, his crying was getting worse.

“Come on, Robbe. You’re alright now. I’m here. You can talk to me. But please stop crying now, I’m worried. It’s been long enough now. I was waiting for you to let it all out but please, you’re hurting me.”

And the last sentence was probably all it took since the moment the words left Sander’s mouth, Robbe looked up from his place on Sander’s chest and he gulped, only now noticing how close they were to each other and couldn’t help but blushed.

“There’s my pretty boy.” Sander smiled at him and Robbe felt like a toddler, like an older brother was taking care of him after his parents got mad at him from failing a math test, and he hated this feeling, and wanted to push away from Sander but couldn’t bring himself to. He doesn’t get this close to his body every day and now he couldn’t pull away until Sander would tell him to.

Can I stay here forever?

“You know that I won’t let you go until you tell me what’s wrong, right?”

Never let me go.

I’ve been holding so many secrets in my heart which are harder to hide than I thought, so please, don’t ever let me go. Keep me close to your body and I will stay right here silently, adoring you as long as you will want me.

Robbe had to lie. And he had to lie quickly, because he knew Sander, and he knew that the boy would never let this topic go.

“Hey. Look at me. Look at me.” Sander said when Robbe looked down at his knees, away from Sander’s face. And when Robbe didn’t move a muscle, he put both of his palms on his cheeks and made him look up.

“It’s - it’s a - uh - it’s -“ Robbe was looking anywhere but at his eyes, he felt so weak under his gaze, felt like all his feeling were on display for everyone and specifically Sander to see.

“Eyes up here, Robin.” He was still holding his face but unfortunately, couldn’t make his eyes stay still.

Robbe felt like he couldn’t breathe and for the first time ever, he didn’t know if it was a bad thing or a good thing.

Robbe looked up and pierced his eyes into Sander’s own.

Have I told you how petty your eyes are before?

It was dark but Robbe didn’t need any light to see, he knew each of Sander’s features by heart.

They were so close and without even realizing it, Robbe started to lean in, lost in his eyes, buried in his burning feelings.

Either Sander didn’t notice Robbe getting closer than usual to his face or he didn’t make a comment about it, which made Robbe want to try to go even further.

He was mesmerized and without even rethinking his actions, he got so close that their noses were touching and if Sander didn’t notice it before, now he had to since he literally looked down at Robbe before staring at his eyes again and that was the exact moment when Robbe, who was pulling his body closer and closer before, slipped on his shoe, lost his body control and balance and literally fell on Sander’s shoulder, pulling the boy backwards with him too, crashing into him more than he did before.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry. I’m tipsy.” He added quickly, wishing the ground would swallow him.

“It’s alright.” Sander smiled at him which warmed his heart and made him sure that everything was totally still okay between them.

He breathed out.

“I’m still waiting.”

Robbe knew that.

“It’s just my mom. I’m worried about her. She changed her medication and it’s not been that long since she started regularly taking them and now I’m worried and I’m not sure if her sister will keep up with her meds like I do and I - what if something bad happens because I’m not there with her and it will be my fault and I’m here, supposed to be having fun and -“ Robbe was talking fast, it was leaving the effect of being nervous, which he honestly was but in reality, he was talking fast because he didn’t know what to say.

He hates this.

He hates lying to Sander. (His mom was doing perfectly with her new medication and he was so happy because of that.)

He’s always hated it.

And he specifically hates it now because of how softly Sander is looking at him.

“You’re so precious.” Sander started and it made Robbe hate himself even more. “I’m sure she will be fine, Robbe. Nothing will happen, okay? And don’t even think about blaming yourself. Don’t even dare to blame yourself. You’re the most perfect son anybody could ask for. And I’m not just saying that, okay? You are. How can you not be?”

And Robbe feels like crying again.

“Thank you.” He means everything in those two words.

Thank you for being here.

Thank you for existing.

“Is my puppy feeling better now?” He smirked at him and raised his eyebrow and Robbe didn’t know if he wanted to punch him for making him feel this embarrassed and effected or to hug him from making him feel so soft and loved.

He nodded his head and was about to make a comment about how Sander needs to stop calling him by every living creature on this earth, teasingly, obviously loving the nicknames deep down in his heart, when somebody walked on the balcony and Robbe was sure, he’d fight that person and he almost shrieked when he saw a blonde hair but in the end, it was just Amber.

“Are you two having your own party out there? Come inside.” She quickly said and left as soon as she came out.

“Want to go back? We can stay here or go home if you want to.” Sander said calmly but Robbe shook his head, he wanted to go home but he still felt like he had to be here for at least a little bit more so they stood up and went inside.

This time Robbe was a little bit charged for the ‘’event’’ and lasted longer than he did, before he had to get alone to control himself again and hold his arms down so they wouldn’t rip any or Britt’s hair off.

* * *

It started as soon as they got back inside, with Britt hanging on his shoulders but Sander didn’t leave Robbe’s side, so in the end he was third wheeling those two together again while wishing he was dead, deep into the ground.

But when Sander was making sure that he was feeling alright from time to time, his heart couldn’t help but start beating faster every time he’d feel Sander’s fingers on his back, touching him quickly and disappearing again but it was enough for Robbe.

It was actually more than enough.

But this time the devil was here, and she wasn’t wearing Prada, instead she was wearing Sander’s body, literally.

Not even a second went when she’d let him go and get away from her sight.

Only exception was when Robbe and Sander were on the balcony together, apparently because Jana was showing her new clothes she got so the bitch was busy.

Not only Robbe was completely furious with Jana, she also didn’t help him at all.

“Get her out of my sight.” How can Robbe tell Jana this without actually saying these words.

Then things got bad again and he locked himself up in the bathroom, washing his face over and over again.

It was already getting pretty late and this time he really couldn’t wait to go home.

He didn’t know how long he was stuck in there, in the room, in his own head.

His mood was already at the edge and it dropped down the hell when he walked out and realized that something was off.

Something was awfully wrong.

And that something was Sander’s absence from the room.

“Where’s Sander?” He rushed to Jens’s side and before the boy even had any time to answer, Robbe looked around and saw that Britt wasn’t there as well.

Fuck.

Fuck.

“Where is he? Jens answer me right now.” He demanded when his friend wasn’t telling him what he wanted to hear.

“Hey. Calm down now. He will be right back. She -“ He started calmly but Robbe interrupted him.

“What do you mean he will be right back? Where is he? Where did he go?” He panicked and felt something got stuck in his throat.

Robbe knew the answer.

Robbe knew where he was.

“Oh, Robbe, I know he’s your friend but sometimes you got to let him be alone with his girlfriend.” Jana walked up to them and heard their conversation.

“It’s late already. Britt’s parents were calling her so Sander left to drop her off.” She said and walked away again, like she didn’t casually just drop the biggest exploding bomb on Robbe’s head.

“He left?” Robbe gritted through his teeth, his blood starting to boil.

He left me here.

He left me and went with her.

He left me.

“Hey, hey. Listen to me.” Jens started, already sensing that his mind was starting to spin, put both of his palms on his shoulders so the panicked and angry boy would focus on him and what he was saying.

“It’s almost 3am. You don’t think Sander would let any girl walk alone at this time of the day right? His girlfriend or not.” Jens tried to let him see his reasons and Robbe’s brain finally started to overcome the thought of Sander leaving him alone and started to think clearly.

Jens was right.

“He was waiting for you to come out of the bathroom so he could let you know but you were there for a long time. And I told him that I’d give you the information. Relax now, okay?” He was talking slowly, letting Robbe adjust to what he was telling him.

Breath in.

Breath out.

“You hear me?”

“Yes, yes. You’re right. Sorry. Sorry. You’re right.” 

“I know I am. Your boyfriend’s a gentleman, don’t you remember? He will be right back.”

And Robbe could only nod his head, breathing heavily.

He calmed down a bit, hearing Jens telling him this made him loosen up. 

And he was desperately waiting for Sander to come back to him.

Every time he’d hear the footsteps, his eyes would lock on the door.

Waiting.

Waiting.

Hoping.

He didn’t lose hope and didn’t stop eyeing the door either.

He didn’t stop for a very long time.

Then his mind started playing tricks on him, imagines of why Sander was late and what they must be doing at this exact moment playing though his head. Robbe was yelling at them to go away but new and new scenes were tormenting his poor brain, breathing getting harder and harder for him.

Not even the cold water was helping him.

Milan’s “drink up” echoing in his brain.

He looked at the door for the last time before he took another shot.

The door didn’t open.

Chapter 27.2

#wtfock #wtfam #sobbe #robbe ijzermans #sander driesen #robbe x sander #social media au #sincerely always yours

[dearjiminah]

Now You’ve Got To Breathe.

AO3

It was a quiet night and Sander had come to adore those the most. Sometimes, the noise of living every day became too much and he often had to retreat into his room, but lately he’d found that comfort to be in Robbe’s bed. And tonight was another one of those nights.

Robbe had given Sander a key to the flat, smiling and eyes bright as he stated “what’s mine is yours”, and Sander found himself enamoured by the younger boy who stole his heart completely. But tonight was different. Robbe hadn’t come home when he usually did and the key burned Sander’s palm after he let himself into the flat, seeking the only comfort he desired.

He made his way to Robbe’s bed, stripping down to nothing but his underwear, and buried himself deep within the covers. Robbe’s scent was everywhere and it drove Sander crazy. The broerrrs often teased them, saying they were too co-dependant on each other, saying that they were like two halves who couldn’t be pulled apart; and Sander laughed every time, but the way his heart yearned for Robbe made him realise that the broerrrs were probably right. It should concern him how quickly Robbe had become his anchor to the world around them, but in turn, he was mostly grateful; because Robbe was his lifeline, his everlasting love that rescued him from his own loneliness. A life without Robbe wouldn’t be enough for him.

A couple of hours passed and Sander allowed himself to drift through sleep; but when he felt the feel of the bed dipping, a familiar weight settling behind him, and arms snaking around his body drawing him in, Sander finally breathed again. Lips pressed against his neck, kissing softly and mouthing at the skin just under his jaw. Sander melted into the touch and smiled, mostly to himself, but Robbe felt it anyway.

“I missed you today,” Robbe whispered and Sander leaned into the touch of fingers through his hair.

“I missed you more.”

A kiss. A pause. “Not possible.”

Robbe didn’t hesitate pushing Sander onto his back and straddling his waist, immediately seeking lips against lips, and dragging his hands down Sanders bare chest. Sander’s skin burned under Robbe’s touch and it made him ache for more; he was always so greedy, needing and wanting, like Robbe would suddenly disappear. It was a craving he couldn’t cure himself of and it was one he never wanted to.

Sander smiled against Robbe’s mouth, still pressing hard kisses to his lips, and pulled him in for more. He had often imagined what it would be like, to be loved in a way that took your breath away. And he thought he’d had that with Britt, he thought that he’d be loved enough to get by; but Sander realised that Robbe changed everything. Robbe was something different entirely. Robbe was someone that Sander didn’t mind getting his heart broken by.

He pulled away suddenly and a startled Robbe sat up, looking down at Sander, confused and concerned.

“You okay?” Robbe asked. He traced soft circles with his fingers on Sanders chest and they would pause briefly every time they crossed Sanders heart.

He just looked up at his boyfriend, making a note of all the details. The way the corners of Robbe’s mouth dimpled when he smiled and the way his hair flopped into his eyes sometimes; and those eyes, those big doe-like eyes that stared down at him like Sander had hung the moon.

He was so in love with Robbe it hurt him.

“I’m just thinking,” Sander mused, reaching out to touch Robbe’s waist, tugging lightly at the shirt that was still covering his torso. He wanted it off, he wanted to feel Robbe’s skin under his palms, he wanted to feel that warmth.

“Is that a good thing?” Robbe smiled down at him, dimples and everything, and Sander reached up to touch his lips. It made Robbe pause for a moment as Sander traced his bottom lip with his thumb.

“Yeah, it is, I’m thinking about you and how much I love you in every universe.”

His words made Robbe shiver. A small noise of need escaped his mouth as he took Sander’s thumb in-between his lips and lightly kissed it whilst Sander pressed it down onto Robbe’s tongue. It was a question, and both of them already new the answer. The way that Robbe looked down at Sander, his thumb between his lip, mouth slightly open, eyes half-lidded, had Sander shaking beneath him, and Robbe was soon pulling Sander’s hand away to lean down and kiss him. Even after all this time, they kissed like it was the first time, as though they were exploring every touch, every pressure point, every moment where they could push each other so close to the edge and fall back into each other’s arms. Sander moaned, deep in his throat, as Robbe trailed the kisses down his neck and licked into the curves of his shoulders. Robbe mouthed at the skin before he left behind the soft bruises causing the pleasure to build in the pit of his stomach.

Sander pulled himself away, flipping them over so he could crowd up into Robbe’s space but before he did that, he sat back on his heels, looking down at Robbe and seeing how the younger boy was already spaced out, eyes blown wide with lust. Sander loved Robbe like this, loved how compliant he was and how one touch made both of them come undone. A soft smile played on the edges of Robbe’s mouth and Sander wanted to kiss it, wanted to taste how it felt to make Robbe happy.

When Robbe put his hand on the back of Sander’s neck to draw him closer, it made shivers run down Sander’s spine and he arched into the touch.

“Kiss me,” Robbe stated, lips hovering over Sander’s and the older boy had to hold back the moan that threatened to escape. It was one of those times where Sander understood how this felt like Chernobyl.

There was an understanding that passed between them and Sander sighed into the kiss that followed. Their hands roamed, seeking skin against skin and Robbe’s long legs wrapped around Sander’s waist pulling him in closer, but still not close enough. Sander sat up as he trailed kisses down Robbe’s neck, keeping the younger boy seated firmly in his lap. His fingers hovered at the hem of Robbe’s t-shirt, asking, because even after everything they've been through, Sander didn’t ever want to push Robbe like that.

Robbe breathed a heavy yes, and Sander placed one last kiss before pulling the t-shirt over Robbe’s head, leaving it discarded, and finally allowing the contact that their bodies craved.

It was something Sander never seemed to get used to, the feel of Robbe’s hands on his body, leaving their imprint, and the feel of lips against lips, all soft kisses, yearning and needy. Robbe whimpered when Sander kissed that one delicate spot behind his ear, fingers threading through blond hair, tugging firmly, asking for more. And when Sander pulled away, Robbe whined, chasing the contact, searching for him in the dark. Robbe was watching Sander, eyes trailing from his mouth to his eyes then back again, almost as though he wasn’t sure where to look. It was desperate and Sander leaned in until their breathing merged and their lips brushed softly, teasing, causing both boys to sigh when they finally kissed. It felt like diving head first into the ocean, it hit Sander suddenly and all at once that Robbe was his, and these moments were theirs. He was the one causing the noises that left Robbe’s mouth, obscene and so, so perfect. It made Sander melt every time.

Sander took his hand and trailed it up Robbe’s body, tapping delicate fingers across his chest until he reached Robbe’s neck. His lips ghosted the kisses under Robbe’s jaw as his hand tightened its grip - only slightly but it was enough to cause Robbe to moan and arch up into Sander’s hands. This was how they had come to like it, Robbe in Sanders lap, their bodies pressed close and Robbe writhing when Sander took over.

“You know you're my forever, right?” Sander said as he pressed a kiss to Robbe’s shoulder, hand still loosely gripped at his throat, thumb digging into Robbe’s pulse, feeling the flutter of a heart beat underneath. The younger boy’s head tilted back, mouth open on a sigh, and Sander pulled back to look at him. 

He dragged his hand up to Robbe’s cheek and to the back of his neck, threading fingers through his hair and tugging lightly, asking Robbe to look back at him; and he did, hazel eyes met Sander’s in a heated gaze. 

“No one has ever given me a love like this before,” Sander confessed, eyes wandering across Robbe’s face. He gripped Robbe’s waist as he felt that tightness in his chest; it felt like something familiar but it was deeply laced with anxiety. The fear of losing this, everything he had with Robbe.  

Robbe looked down at him, lifting his hands to cup Sander’s face, fingers catching in the hair at the nape of his neck. He leaned to press a soft kiss to Sander’s forehead. 

“You’re my forever, and a day more,” Robbe said. 

Sander had to close his eyes, it was too much, too sincere. For Sander it was a confession but for Robbe it meant promises and a future where they would always have each other. Love had always been a fleeting emotion to Sander, something he could live without, but if he thought about it enough, it made his whole body ache. He didn't think he deserved it, and never wanted to put that pressure on someone else; to have to love him like that. But Robbe accepted all of him and if this is what being in love felt like then he wanted it, he craved it. 

“Look at me,” Robbe breathed, pressing closer to Sander. 

And Sander did. He opened his eyes to find Robbe staring down at him. 

“You, Sander Driesen, mean everything to me. Ik hou van jou, in all universes, and I’m glad I get to live in the one that gets to have you like this.” 

Sander shuddered, his hands dragging slowly up Robbe’s back, skin burning under his touch. Robbe leaned down to press their foreheads together. 

“I don't deserve you,” Sander said through a shaky breath.

Robbe softly kissed Sander’s nose, taking Sander’s hands into his own and lacing their fingers together. This was Sander’s biggest weakness; them being wrapped up together on Robbe’s bed, sheets pooling around their feet, Robbe in Sander’s lap and their bodies pressed close. It was in the way that Robbe touched him like he was fragile and it was those moments where they became so enveloped in each other that Sander let his guard down. It should scare him but he’d never trusted anybody more with his heart than he did Robbe. 

“You deserve me,” Robbe hummed as he sat back, catching Sander’s attention. “And even when the next minute is up, and it feels like time is running out for us, you’ll still deserve me, just as much as I deserve you.”

Sander leaned forward to rest his head against Robbe’s chest and arms immediately wrapped around him. 

“So please, Sander... allow yourself to be loved by me, because somewhere within these vast universes, I have already kissed you, and I’ve already loved you, and I’ve already got to spend my life with you… I want that in this universe too.”

It was overwhelming and it made Sander feel vulnerable but it was everything he needed to hear. 

“I love you so much.”

He pushed Robbe back onto the bed, sinking them deeper into the covers as they kissed. The layers that were still left between them were soon gone and it was Robbe moaning Sander’s name as they both fell apart in each others arms. It finally felt like coming home and that Sander didn’t have to hide anymore behind false confidence and the fake ideal of love only being something he had to endure. 

Sander wanted to experience it, wanted to fall so deeply in love and feel all the pain that came with it. With Robbe, it was like falling into the ocean and Sander didn’t mind if he drowned, because accepting himself had been a challenge, but allowing someone to love him had feigned him closer to damnation. 

As they kissed and with every touch, Robbe eased away all the sins that played on Sander’s mind, and for the first time he finally realised that the idea of parallel universes no longer made him feel lonely. 

In this universe he had Robbe, and in every other universe, Sander had him there too. 

Song: Feel Real by Deptford Goth.

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[romanceforransom]

There was a writer!sander fic that i started a little while ago but didn’t know where to go with it. So, I decided to post it here 🤷‍♀️

I might continue it...? idk. but let me know what you think :) 

I ran into my local bookshop, the bell notifying my entrance as I swung open the heavy wooden door.

I had made sure to set my alarm extra early for that morning, giving myself enough time to get there before I had to make my way to work. There was a book that I had been waiting what felt like years for, and I wanted to pick it up as soon as humanly possible.

“Has it come?” I asked excitedly, rushing over to the front desk and locking eyes with an amused Zoë

She was used to my erratic behaviour by now, becoming desensitised to my hyperactive persona that I don whenever a new book comes out.

Not that I do it with every book. Of course, I love most things that come out, burying my nose in anything that I possibly can. But nothing gets me quite as excited as the books by Earthling Oddity.

Nobody knew this unknown author’s real name, or what they looked like. The air of mystery obviously created a lot of hype, gaining them a lot of followers trying to crack the code and reveal the hidden identity. What really made them popular, though, was the magical way they created stories.

I was always completely enraptured by the words written on the pages. Becoming engrossed in the fictional world they created and riding out the waves of emotions that came with the storylines.

They had come out with a new book recently, a new addition to one of their series, and I had been patiently (except not really. Unless pacing up and down the flat and checking my phone constantly for updates was considered as being patient) for it to be delivered to my bookstore.

“It’s here” Zoë replied, sounding amused “I reserved one for you, even though I knew you would be the first one in here today”

She reached underneath the desk and produced the long-awaited book

I stared at it in awe, admiring the bright colours and detailed art on the front cover.

“Wow” I breathed out, smiling

“You looking forward to reading it?”

I tore my eyes away from the book and looked up at her, squinting my eyes slightly “Seriously? I have been counting down the days for this book! Of course, I’m looking forward to finally being one step closer to unravelling the mystery that lies between the pages…”

She chuckled as I lifted my hand to tenderly stroke the front cover “Should I leave you two alone?”

“No, that’s ok” I said, picking it up and placing it gently in my backpack “I have to get going anyway”

“Ok, well keep me updated on it!”

I walked backward towards the door, grinning “Hourly updates are a given”

***

“Why are you carrying your bag so carefully?” Jana asked me curiously as I got to work

I had placed it gently on the ground in the back room with my coat, not wanting to damage the valuable contents lying inside of it.

“Seriously Jana? It’s got the book that I’ve been waiting months for”

Realisation washed over her face. I had been talking her ear off about it for a number of shifts. The amount of information she had actually been listening to and retaining would forever be a mystery, but she let me talk all the time without much judgement so that was the main thing.

“Aah ok, that makes more sense”

I pulled my apron over my head “What did you think was in there?”

She shrugged as she went back to stacking food in the display case “Judging by the way you were handling it, I thought for sure there was a bomb in there”

I shook my head at her amusedly “So your co-worker has a bomb, and you don’t do a thing to stop it? The least you could have done was taken my bag”

“We have a full shift ahead of us, Robbe” she deadpanned “Excuse me for not having much pep right now. I want to move as little as possible and retain the small amount of energy I have stored. Wrestling a bomb from you would probably take everything I had”

“Oh, come on. Shifts here aren’t that bad”

She raised her eyebrows at me “Go out all night drinking before our next shift and then tell me that again”

We both worked at a coffee shop in town. I actually quite enjoyed it. Being able to chat with people and brighten their day with coffee and cakes was a nice feeling.

Of course, it wasn’t something I wanted to do forever. Film making was my passion, the thing that I aspired to do in the future. Maybe even make some adaptations of Earthling’s books. Who knows? But, for now at least, I had to make do with making drinks.

Unlike me, Jana really did not like her job. She liked interacting with the customers, being the social butterfly she is, but the part where she actually had to serve and clean was never really something she enjoyed doing.

If I got paid every time she moaned when cleaning down the tables, there would be no need for this job. I would be rolling in money. She always claimed that it was manual labour, and she was going to sue the company for it. It did make me wonder what she thought would happen when she signed up for the job, but I never dared ask as she was always in a mood. It was best not to make things worse and just nod along.

“So, that book you have” she said “That’s the one with the mystery author, right?”

I nodded “Yep, they use a pen name. Lots of people have obviously tried to step forward and claim to be the author but the real one has yet to be revealed. If they ever will be. Fame isn’t for everyone, so I wouldn’t blame them for keeping hidden and basking silently in the glory of their writing”

“Aren’t you curious about who it is?” she asked me

“Well, yeah” I replied “I have always wondered who it is. I would love to be able to properly give my gratitude to the person that created such wonderful books… but I wouldn’t go out of my way to try and drag someone into the spotlight that doesn’t want to be there”

Many people on the internet have been trying to do exactly that. I have never understood why. Sure, you want to be the one to solve this giant question. But if it involves having to invade someone’s private life and tear down all the security and boundaries, they have built around them in order to remain anonymous, why would you want to do that?

What does revealing a random stranger’s identity add to your life? Nothing. It wouldn’t make you best friends with this person. In fact, you would probably end up as public enemy number one. Snooping in other people’s business isn’t cute, it’s creepy. Especially when they go out of their way to hide it.

The customers began flooding in. People coming in for their takeaway cups of coffee to beat away the morning tiredness. Monday’s were always especially bad. The weekend always wipes people out. Combining that with five days left of work looming over their head, a constant reminder of the seemingly never-ending week ahead of them, anyone would be exhausted.

Then, after a while, I spotted a familiar head of bleach blonde head of hair among the crowd out the corner of my eye.

“Robbe” I heard Jana hiss beside me as I continued making drinks for the awaiting customers “He’s here!”

Sander was a regular at the shop. He would always come in with an easy smile on his face and instantly brighten my day.

He was one of the most beautiful people I had ever laid my eyes on. Not only that, but he was also incredibly kind. Always dishing out compliments and making conversation with us while he patiently waited for his order. He has even defended us a couple of times when customers have been rowdy and impatient during the rush hours. Sander was just an all-round saint.

Jana knew that I had a small crush on him. I never told her outright, but she saw the way my face lit up whenever he was around and joined the dots herself.

I waited until he got to the front of the line and greeted him with a shy smile, trying not to blush like I normally did

“Hey, Robbe!” he said, grinning “How are you this morning?”

“I’m good” I squeaked “Will it be your usual, today?”

Ok, so maybe small crush was a bit of an understatement. He always seemed to make me tongue tied and act like a complete idiot. Which was a great way to act in front of someone you want to impress.

He nodded “You know me so well. Either that or I am in here too often”

“Nonsense!” Jana called to him “We love having you in here, Sander… some more than others” she muttered under breath, meaning only for me to hear it

As I was making his drink (a chocolate mocha – which was basically just a fancy coffee with chocolate, always with whipped cream on top) he leaned against the counter, making light conversation with Jana and me. He never seemed aware that we were at work and that he might be holding up the queue. Not that there were many of them at that moment. He had come just at the right time, most of the people filing out and going to their jobs.

“So, did that book come that you were talking about?” he asked me

“Um, yeah” I was surprised he remembered. I had made an offhand remark about it a few weeks back. But then, he always did seem to pick up on small details like that often “I got it this morning before I came to work. The first thing I’m going to do when I get out of here is run home to read it”

“Really?” he said, sounding faintly surprised “You are that eager to read it?”

I turned towards him, placing the steaming cup of coffee on the tray next to the croissant Jana got for him.

“Well, I’ve been waiting for it for so long… it takes priority over everything else as far as I’m concerned”

“You know Robbe” Jana said teasingly from beside me, jabbing me lightly in the side “forever a bookworm”

Sander smiled as he picked up the tray from the counter “When I come back, you’ll have to tell me how you’re finding it”

Just as I was about to reply, Jana jumped in “He’ll only have good things to say. He’s obsessed with this author, won’t shut up about them. It’s kind of annoying actually”

He smirked “Maybe I’ll have to check them out”

“You should!” I told him enthusiastically “Their works are amazing. Even if you aren’t really into reading, this person can have you drawn in with just a page of their writing”

“I don’t doubt that, I’m sure you have impeccable taste” Sander said, winking at me

He often did that but even after weeks of seeing it, I was still blown away each time. He always seemed to take my breath away without even trying.

Sander made his way over to a table, placing his tray down and taking out his small black notebook as normal. It was his daily routine and moved like clockwork every time. I don’t think there has been a single day he has come in when he hasn’t been scribbling away dedicatedly in there, pen moving furiously across the paper.

I was always curious about what he was doing in it, but never dared ask. It could be something deeply personal and private, I wouldn’t want to invade his comfort zone like that.

He was in his own world when he wrote. As soon as the book was opened it was like a protective bubble opened up around him, blocking out anyone and everything from his work. If we wanted to ask if he wanted a refill or anything else to eat, it would take a few tries to get his attention. Sander manages to block it out so easily.

Although it was a similar thing when I read. It was like escaping to another realm where nobody could reach you. Like a haven that you could take shelter in and escape from all your problems, if only for a short amount of time.

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