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abittersweetsongforyou · 3 years

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wtfock fic recs part 2

saddle up for pt 2 babyyyy

wtfock fic recs pt 1

the underrated (just read them trust me they're brilliant)

wishing, wanting and longing by dottori

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart by orphan_account This isn't our first time around by noobishere this is us, through your eyes by dottori - with yasminas season starting id like to draw everyones attention to this fic from yasminas pov its sweet and sentimental and lovely and the fact that it has under 100 kudos is a fucking crime Scary Monsters (and Super Creeps) by berrevy - i love this author so much and this fic is so good, i love the way they're written here, the description is beautiful, 10/10 A morning without you is a dwindled dawn by Createdforyou - so soft i love seeing them just living their lives together Elayna Aan Zee by zetaphiuchi(ryuujitsu) - this one is sad and maybe sander forgives too quickly but its beautifully written and i love it you're an angel in disguise (you're an angel in my eyes) by thekardemomme - this is so sweet and lovely and warm everyone should read it I do now. by irregardlxss - robbe tells jens about the hate crime dreaming of you by ivy_seas - just them being happy at christmas time hold all my cliches on the tip of my tongue by nbrook - they're dorks and they're too horny for their own good but they love each other very much i've never been in love (but i wanna be, i wanna be) by ladypeaceful - what if sander took noors place at the party in episode 1 we have the stars (and this is given once only) by merengue - military au but also childhood friends and its so soft and beautiful and they love each other so much Agents Sliding Down The Chimney by berrevy - i seriously cannot recommend berrevy enough this is a christmas fic thats a little sad but also a whole lot sweet and very real which is what i like

angst bby

I follow you (deep sea, baby) by emotionalgoblin - sander pines in my mind, in my head by cubedmango - canon divergence for s3 last two episodes

gonna help you be free, honey by lamourestout - aftermath of the hate crime

We're always gonna be contaminated by nbrook - sander fucked upppp and everyone is sad but they communicate so its fine

the night we met by themoongirl - college au, sad boys :(((

show me some stars (beneath this ceiling) by peaceoutofthepieces - five times robbe wishes he could wake up next to sander and one time he does You're always there for me by nbrook - the s4 car accident aftermath (don't want anything) but all of you by MajorAccent - s4 car accident but extra extra angsty i know someone who kisses the way (a flower opens) by romantiser robbe and sander see each other again after sander paints the mural

sander and robbe being so in love it hurts

he is the one by themoongirl - marriage proposal im soft

I'm holding my breath, as the seasons change by bruisingknees - robbe moves out of the flatshare

new year's eve by themoongirl - sander is sad but robbe is soft

all you never say by nothingbutniall - fluffffff

you're the one that i want by themoongirl - sander needs reassurance

dark paradise by luckycharmz - sander is coming out of a low and robbe takes care of him

i was grounded (while you filled the skies) by wafflesofdoom - theyre in love okay

If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance by allforyoumylove - theyre childhood friends and theyre in love

oh my sunlight, sunlight, sunlight by alsjeblieft - sander painting robbe

Early Morning Dancing by teen_content_queen - flatmates dance in the morning v v cute

(inside my head) I've been at war by nothingbutniall - they're so soft pls

The sun came up and I was looking at you by allforyoumylove

Baby, Home Is In Your Arms by clarecas - robbe comes home to sander after his exam

don't be scared, you are my rock by peaceoutofthepieces - sander is sad but robbe is there purple lips (underwater) by dottori - fluff so much fluff i love it sm

in all your gorgeous colors by nothingbutniall - sander paints robbe you're still the that i love (the only one i dream of) by thekardemomme - i couldve also put this in the angst category but they just love each other so much its so beautiful My darling, I'm rooting for you by allforyoumylove - sander is having a depressive episode and robbe loves him fully formed, ready to run by MajorAccent - sander is down and robbe just wants to be with him paper rings by thekardemomme - they love each other so much and theyre going to get married one day i've always wanted a (boyfriend) by thekardemomme - christmas is sanders favourite holiday and robbe doesnt love christmas but he loves sander Come lie with me by allforyoumylove - they're roommates but they cuddle and fall in love glimpses by foxsake5 - theyre just living their lives, being in love, as they should

boyfriends being boyfriends

I absolutely adore you but we're absolute beginners by nbrook - sander is adorable

boy, i fucking got you by noobishere - yeah its rated e but its so sweet okay

Lovesick by szamsson - sander picks robbe up from school

you're a wonder under summer sky by nothingbutniall - boyfriends go camping

memories painted with much brighter ink by nothingbutniall - Christmas gift giving at the flatshare

we're keeping it simple by noobishere - eenvoud babyyyyy

Meet me in the hallway by nbrook - ahsdka Milan

double date. by fockinglevendcliche - double date with amber and aaron

back to the beach house. by fockinglevendcliche - sander wants to get it on and robbe is weak but their friends are assholes

take me with your constant shame by peaceoutofthepieces - cute date hold me close by sincerelysobbe - robbe is stressed and sander is the best boyfriend you charge me up (like electricity) by howlingsaturn - secret boyfriends if you say swim by soundnvision - another date another pool Modern Love by angelboygabriel - okay yes this is e rated but their. boyfriends and they're happy they're just also horny mkay You make me feel like I am whole again by nbrook - robbe has a rough day but sander is there being all cute and making it better I've been looking so long at these pictures of you by nbrook - much banter very cute You're my favourite kind of night by nbrook - at a halloween party finally kissing the right people Show me a piece of your heart, show me a piece of your love by nbrook - boyfriend tag for the broerrrs channel, unfinished but so much fun thus far working double time by noobishere - sander is wearing a turtleneck and he looks hot in it Ground Control by angelboygabriel - christmas clinging and sex because why not oh and they're in love hopeless romantics by thekardemomme - it's their anniversary and ugh they love each other sm sander driesen versus a mistletoe by dottori - its christmas and sander just wants to fucking kiss robbe okay high for this by flowermaze - sander is drowsy and still finds time to flirt with robbe All You've Got to Do Is Win by berrevy - they actually do play that tennis match years kept in minutes by peaceoutofthepieces - they have traditions and its adorable pls love is the opening door by cryingcancer - robbe and sander facetime on their anniversary after sander was sappy on instagram Home by foxsake5 - sander is a massive simp and robbe looks hot in a robe You don't have to say you're mine by nbrook - robbe is a little insecure and sander is there to reassure him Distracting by sincerelysobbe - v v v cute jahsdjah sander is weak for robbe we all understand bro February 14th, 2021 by foxsake5 - no words bro just cute af if we can make it through december (maybe we'll make it through forever) by nothingbutniall - sobbe at the christmas market This = Love by nbrook - robbe is hungover and sander loves to tease him They ain't living life like this by Createdforyou - halloween but this year they're together

sexy times

Woensdag 16:36 by Anonymous

i don't even wanna fuck, i just like you by eversincewefellapart

Vrijdag 18:26 by Anonymous - hurt and comfort

video phone by tokyometropolis(mesohorany) - quarantine times

Don't know where I'm going from here (but I promise it won't be boring) by skamsnake

snakebite by Anonymous

Zaterdag 09:58 by foxsake5

Wildfire by sincerelysobbe - no smut just kissing but they steamy

come on (mess me up) by MajorAccent - sex but tender 🥺

The Teenage Trifecta by little_but_fierce

i glow pink in the night in my room (blossoming alone over you) by midsummernightoddity

life is a pop of the cherry by icedwhitemocha - the hotel

Ik Win by Anonymous

In his arms tonight by allforyoumylove

long may he reign by tokyometropolis(meohorany) - well considered smut jsdhjhd

Draw Me Closer by skamsnake

When I live my dream (please be there to meet me) by skamsnake

we click, we go boom! by strangeparties Dark Red by nancy_mcfly - friends with benefits play the game of grown-ups by Anonymous - they have a lot of sex but its because they're in love

#wtfock #wtfock fic #wtfock fanfic #wtfam

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fockingnice · 3 years

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@franboos @to-enter-polaris @gucciboner and myself worked on a massive fic recommendation list with all our favourite sobbe fics classed by word count.. enjoy!

one-shots:

< 10k

- hold me close @sincerelysobbe (2,5k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23969836

Robbe is stressed because of a test and Sander comforts him.

- You make me feel like I am whole again @nbrook (2,7k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26937070

Robbe is having an awful day. But it ends in the best way possible.

- A Beautiful Night @Lwritings (3,6k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23428594

Sander has been friends with the Broerrrs for half a year and Robbe has been desperately crushing on him. A game of Never Have I Ever changes everything.

- Love potion no.9 @thekardemomme (3,8k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28923867

they’re best friends. and potions partners. or: it’s amortentia day.

- Croissants @bruisingknees (3,8k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22186195

Robbe thinks that maybe the guy working at the bakery has been flirting with him.

- Paper rings @thekardemomme (4k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27953645

When Sander’s nose twitches, causing him to make this soft little whimpering sound, Robbe can’t help himself. He leans forward enough to kiss Sander’s forehead again, and then he dots one on each cheek, and then finally on his nose. “I can’t wait to marry you,” he whispers.

- You’re an angel in disguise (you’re an angel in my eyes) @thekardemomme (4,1k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27570142

Robbe is Sander’s guardian angel.

- The sun came up and I was looking at you @allforyoumylove (4,2k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24647095

Robbe and Sander waking up on a quiet Sunday morning in June. Sander is a tease, Robbe is awestruck, and both are hopelessly in love.

- I’ve always wanted a (boy)friend @thekardemomme (4,2k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28496322

before sander, robbe never liked christmas. christmas is sander’s favorite holiday.

- Purple lips (underwater) @dottori (5,3k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22371688

it’s a sunny, warm friday at the beginning of march, and sander wants them to go for a swim.

- Day Fifty @beejohnlocked (5,7k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27987252

Robbe makes a plan to confess his feelings to Sander on Christmas.

- The blind date bomb @thekardemomme (5,8k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29073711

”He thinks of the gorgeous man in the picture, and he thinks of how Sander said his YouTube is cute, and how Britt—who hardly even knows Robbe—thinks that he and Sander would be a good match.And he decides… Fuck it. One date can’t hurt, right?” or: robbe and sander go on a blind date

- Let's dance @msleviss (6,2k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22092550

Robbe and his friends go to a club to check out Amber’s DJ cousin.

- 12 things I love about you @nbrook (6,3k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27636032

Sander can't spend the whole day with Robbe on their anniversary, but he still figures out a way to make him fall in love with him all over again.

- Love me while your wrists are bound @alsjeblieft (6,4k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27031636

the cabin trip but with a twist.

- Sun shining from pure desire @skamtrash (6,6k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27105727

Sander has been flirting with his student teacher, Robbe for months now who keeps reminding Sander that he's wasting his time but eventually the flirting and chasing wears Robbe down to where he cant deny his attraction to Sander. University TA/Student AU

- At ease with you @Skamtrash ( 7,7,k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26423596

robbe tells his mom he and his best friend, sander are dating to get her off his back.

He doesn't expect his mom to congratulate them by getting them tickets to join her on a cruise vacation.

Cue a week of pretending to be a couple.

fake relationship to lovers au

- Besotted with your love @Skamtrash (7,7k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25288000

sander has a photography project and decides to shoot at the skatepark where robbe is his subject. when he approaches robbe and needs him to fill out the release form, he's absolutely smitten from the start.

sander falling in love with robbe who's deaf.

- Taking pictures of you as the light came through @allforyoumylove (7,9k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27533866

Robbe photographs Sander in bed. Things take a steamy turn.

- My midsummer darling @robbesdriesen (8,2k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23702017

Robbe goes on a summer week-long retreat to his aunt's quaint, little villa in Genoa. He doesn't know he has a neighbor close by, one that would capture his entire soul.

Robbe and Sander fall in love in a whirlwind summer romance. One that would change their lives forever.

- Afterglow @Skamtrash (9k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28032300

On vacation in a small winter village during the holidays, Robbe meets one of the hotel's employees, Sander.

All it takes is two weeks. 14 days for them to fall for each other.

- Christmas Dreams @sonderthroughthestreets (9,6k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28272282

Robbe is stuck with his typical 9-5 job as an HR analyst until a conversation with Sander from IT on their company rooftop makes him reconsider his dreams. In the midst of it all, Adam from Accounting has a massive crush on Robbe and wants to ask him to the Christmas Party, so Sander offers to be his "date" to help him. Christmas fluff and flirting ensues.

> 10k

- Sander Driesen versus a mistletoe @dottori (10,1k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27976461

it’s not a fair match.

(or, sobbe go on a christmas date, and sander really wants a kiss under the mistletoe.)

- This isn't our first time around @noobishere (10,7k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25472953

One moment they are in the kitchen of their shared apartment, the next, they're in this strange but familiar room.

(a.k.a the au in which they accidentally go hopping through multiple universes)

- Our love story is my favorite @robbesdriesen (13k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25459867

a wedding fic for robbe and sander

- It’s an unrequited love @eggsntoast (14,1k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22854661

Sander works part-time at a museum every Sunday. Robbe is a frequent visitor.

- Agents Sliding Down The Chimney @berrevy (14,2k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28428840

The smile that twitches at the corner of Sander's mouth is like the tiniest opening, and Robbe takes that as a challenge. He’s always been good at slipping through small spaces.

“You wanna see a trick?”

Sander sizes him up for a moment, then swivels on his heel to face him fully. “Ok then, magic boy. C’mon.”

(aka a late Christmas fic)

- Come lie with me @allforyoumylove (14,6k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29089530

“When Robbe lifts the blanket and gently tugs on the leg of Sander’s sweatpants, silently inviting him in, Sander doesn’t ask questions, doesn’t hesitate, he just drowsily slips into Robbe’s embrace.”

(or the one where they both have a terrible relationship with sleep but find out that it gets a little better when nestled up against each other)

- Man on a mission @littleliefe (17k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27820564

The agency is under attack but Sander is just thirsty for Robbe. On the other hand, the rest of the agency is more concerned about helping Sander ask Robbe out for dinner.

- life was a willow and it bent right to your wind @nbrook (18k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28349892

Sander and Robbe became best friends before Sander made a move and then Robbe went and got himself another boyfriend, leaving him pining. And it’s fine, really, it is. Sander promised himself that he wouldn’t do anything about it for as long as Robbe was happy. But when Robbe’s boyfriend ridicules his love for everything Christmas, he decides to step in to give him the Christmas traditions he deserves himself.

- You're my stars...and everything in between @aurorawinds (19,7k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27862950

A Star-Crossed Lovers, Romeo & Juliet inspired, AU where Robbe and Sander are the sons of Antwerp’s two most rivaling families of tech companies, head over heels in love with one another as they find it more and more difficult each day to hide their relationship from their families. To hide their love.

- Lovers never lose @dottori (24k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27532636

twelve-ish kisses robbe and sander share at the trip to ardennes (and afterwards).

multi-chaptered:

5k - 20k

- In the middle of the night @Lwritings (complete | 9,3k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24133477/chapters/58105945

The Broerrrs go on holiday for a week to London. Robbe is very excited for it until there is something wrong in the hotel and he has to share a room with Sander. And not just Sander, no the guy he has been crushing on for 3 months ever since he joined their group. And not just a room, no there is only one bed as well. When it's just the two of them in the night, anything can happen..

- If a June night could talk it would probably boast it invented romance @allforyoumylove (complete | 14,7k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25264918/chapters/61250002?view_adult=true

Robbe and Sander are childhood best friends. They’re also secretly in love with each other. Confessions are made under a beech tree on a warm summer evening at the end of June.

- Drie @skamtrash (complete | 15,4k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22547221/chapters/53878474

Robbe stands up and finds the voice calling the name and fucking hell, the guy's well fit. He's only dressed in a black t shirt, black jeans and boots but the tattoos that layer his arms immediately entice him. And that platinum hair, his actual face, who looks that good. He gets himself together quickly, "I think Bowie's here."

The au in which Robbe finds a toddler hiding in a clothing rack at a store and ends up falling for his dad

- The way we feel @toskyandbeyond (in the works | currently 17,8k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26364451/chapters/64213597

It’s always been like that. Robbe and Sander, through thick and thin. There was not a thing they didn’t go through together. Moreover, they couldn’t even imagine living without each other’s presence.

The day they met it was almost like two old souls encountered once again. Like they were meant to find each other.

- The finest of the meadow @allforyoumylove (complete | 18,8k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26009740/chapters/63239776

The universe brings two lonely boys together in a flowering meadow. They fall for each other fast and hard among delicate daisies, warm summer breezes, and shooting stars.

20k - 40k

- Come closer I’ll give you all my love @sonderthroughthestreets (in the works | 22,6k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27249196/chapters/66568180

Robbe’s ex is a pain and Sander helps get rid of him. The problem? They’ve been friends for as long as they can remember and some point between the blurred lines, they fall in love.

- Put your head on my shoulder @Aniloracat (in the works | currently 24,9k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24079126/chapters/5795296

Because of some past mistakes and communication issues, Robbe and Sander can't stand each other anymore, until they are "forced" to stay in quarantine alone and face their feelings.

📌 Or the enemies to lovers, roommates, quarantine fanfic nobody asked for 😅

📌 Title based on Paul Anka's song 'Put your head in my shoulder'

- Waiting down at the station @ivy_seas (in the works | currently 25,5k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28995576/chapters/71160429

The world is winter, it’s the inconvenient snowfall on the walk to the six-thirty train, it’s falling for the stranger who happens to take the same train. When to take a risk becomes the same question of when to let go of something you’re not really sure you had in the first place. But maybe the world isn’t so cruel.

—strangers to lovers au

- Wings to Earn @to-enter-polaris (complete | 26,6k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28432749/chapters/69672963

After playing volleyball abroad for two years, Sander comes back home to fix his mistake of leaving in the first place, but Robbe isn't ready to forgive him.

- time may change me, but i can't trace time @abittersweetsong (in the works | currently 30,8k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27785878/chapters/68021533

“You’re my best friend and I love you.”

It’s a simple admission and it settles gently in Robbe’s soul.

Or Robbe and Sander find each other in every universe, but in this one they're best friends first.

- If You say Run, I'll Run with You @Aniloracat (complete | 32,8k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25970479/chapters/63133504

Robbe is having a terrible day and a hot, but annoying white-haired photographer that won't stop appearing everywhere is not making it any better. That's it, until sparks fly, and Robbe decides he's found the perfect distraction from his terrible day.

One-night stand AU that's not meant to be a one-night stand.

- Vrijdag 21:37 @wasteourdaysdreaming (complete | 34,8k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22002403/chapters/52504453

The same party one Friday night in February, told from different perspectives.

- You know i'm always at your shoulder (take your heart out of its holster) @wafflesofdoom (in the works (but can be read separate from each other) | currently 35,2k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21979630/chapters/52448740

“I must have been really good, in another universe, to deserve you,” Sander whispered, thumb brushing the line of Robbe’s cheekbone, the pad of his thumb soft against Robbe’s skin.

Robbe simply kissed the inside of Sander’s wrist, shaking his head. “You are good in this universe, too,” he said. “You found me, when I needed you the most.”

learning how to be in a real, actual relationship isn't the easiest thing in the world, and robbe is very new to it all, and he's got a lot to figure out when it comes to being in actual, everyday love with sander. the first six months of a relationship are the best - and they're some of the hardest, too. these are the first six months of robbe and sander's relationship.

- this rough magic @aholynight (complete | 36,4k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21760975/chapters/51919642

Though he’s a sixth-prefect and the newest member of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, Muggleborn Robbe can still hardly believe that he’s made of magic.

Sander is the seventh-year Gryffindor beater whose wild behavior and delinquent reputation precedes him.

Though Robbe desperately wants to believe in the angel-faced boy he sees in front of him—and ignore the rumors of Sander’s devilish behavior—he’s not sure his heart can afford the risk.

But when Sander and Robbe are left in a nearly-empty Hogwarts over the Christmas holiday, avoiding Sander might no longer be an option.

40k - 60k

- The night we met @themoongirl (complete | 42,8k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22189216/chapters/52975012

Robbe Ijzermans has a brain that won't let him sleep, a chest that feels far too heavy and thoughts that never stop.

During his first year of college he meets Sander Driesen. Robbe finds what he never went looking for.

AKA, a college AU.

- Visitations @lucidpantone (complete | 46,1k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22537474/chapters/53855452

Does Robbe and Sander's relationship survive into adulthood.

This fic takes place in two simultaneously timelines: the past and the present.

The present occurs in one entire day. Both timelines are completely out of chronological order. Everything is in clips.You can be dropped in at anytime of the day in any timeline. So clip by clip you will need to piece together what happen to Sander & Robbe and why the present looks the way it does and what happened in the past that got them there.

This love story is a journey. So be prepared.

In the words of one of our Even's. It’s a complicated love story between complicated people.

- look into my eyes, ignore the rest @robbesdriesen (complete | 47,4k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26230513/chapters/63842047

a story of how robbe and sander fall in love in front of the camera and behind it (which in their case, the camera isn't needed at all)

- rotten work @aholynight (complete | 50,5k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22239544/chapters/53102809

Robbe is a college freshman whose reckless habits and excessive drinking are starting to look an awful lot like calculated self-destruction—though his loneliness might be the thing that kills him first.

Sander is a visual arts major a few years above Robbe, with a face nobody can forget and a fuck boy reputation he can't seem to shake.

Everybody warns Robbe to stay away from the Sander, unless he wants to get burned. But Robbe's the kind of boy who likes playing with fire.

- just friends @sincerelysobbe (complete | 51k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27861626/chapters/68215882

Months ago, after a one-night stand that couldn't stay that way, Robbe and Sander made an agreement—the two of them, no strings attached. But, Sander's feelings for Robbe were strong, to begin with, and they're growing stronger with each passing day—and he knows that he is more in love with Robbe than he should be.

- run and score @robbesdriesen (complete | 59,8k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23372407/chapters/56000917

Robbe Ijzermans is the star goalie of Antwerp U’s football team, naturally blocking shots as if it were his sixth sense. Sander Driesen is their star striker, having an eagle eye for the goal at all times.

Robbe always had a distaste for his bleached-blonde teammate and the annoying way he carried himself, but Robbe can never mask how much he admires him from a distance.

When they finally begin to learn more about each other, there is no going back for either.

With the looming playoffs in jeopardy for their entire team, will Robbe & Sander be able to manage it together? All while falling in love with each other at the same time?

> 60k

- Eastwood liberty @fockinglevendcliche (in the works | currently 69,7k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24250837/chapters/58438588

Eastwood Liberty students had only one mission: to always be on top, at everything, no matter the cost.

It took Robbe just a day to realize that people there only cared about two things: money and power. But that was no surprise to him. What he didn't expect was to be confronted by this group of rich and spoiled boys, who used to always get what they wanted, especially their leader, Sander Driesen.

Sander made the rules, but unfortunately for him, Robbe had never been really good at sticking to them.

- Do i know you? @SrtaPepa (in the works | currently 88k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23340514/chapters/55913782

Robbe has lost his memory from the last three years. He doesn’t remember finishing school and start college with Yasmina; he doesn’t remember going to live to the flatshare, or move out to a new place, or being friends with Milan, neither coming out as gay. And the worst of all of this is that Robbe doesn’t remember meeting Sander or that he is, in fact, truly, madly, deeply in love with him.

Hopefully, sometimes feelings are stronger than memories.

- jij verliest @sincerelysobbe (complete | 104,1k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24445087/chapters/58986433

For the past three months, Robbe’s life—and what it once was—had been stripped away and rearranged. Now, if anything, his life had become a bit repetitive: homework, stream, ignore Thomas’s Instagram, repeat. But one Friday evening, Robbe meets a hurricane in the form of a platinum-haired tattoo artist who just might show him everything that he’s been missing.

- Remember my name @ijzermans (complete | 106,3k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24215371/chapters/58335259

The past few weeks, Robbe has noticed a new guy has attended his high school.

Nobody really seems to care about the strange bleached kid, yet Robbe on the other hand, can't help but feel intrigued by him.

The new guy happens to be Sander, and he's not that easy to connect with. He's quiet, distant, and has a past he'd rather not share.

Or will Robbe make a difference?

- Paint me in trust @themoongirl (complete | 116,2k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24235861/chapters/58395625

“What are you looking for, Robbe?” Sander tilted his head, moving closer.

“A rush.” Robbe whispered, his lips brushing Sander’s.

Robbe Ijzermans has spent the better part of two years chasing the need to feel real again. Though being an adrenaline junkie is hardly a healthy coping mechanism, it’s one of the only things he has left.

Sander Driesen is a vampire with an unspeakable, dreadful past that won't seem to leave him.

When Robbe gets roped into Sander’s life he finds the feeling he has been chasing all along. But Sander's world has a different kind of risk, and it forces them to come face to face with the greatest danger of all. Fear of a life without the other.

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okay, so for this clip you need to know those details from sos I mentioned, in which Jens lives in the flatshare because his dad is homophobic (in sos he finds Lucas with Jens and reacts badly, and Jens eventually moves out). so this is discussed (mostly just alluded to), along with the hate crime in s3, so be aware of that. there are also vague allusions to Sander’s episode in s3. as a final content warning—this clip is also unnecessarily long 😅

Tuesday, 19:47

Songs: David Bowie - Rebel Rebel; The 1975 - Antichrist; EDEN - hertz

Robbe tugs Sander along at a somewhat rapid pace, and Sander complains as he drags his feet. “Robbe, what’s the rush?”

“Nothing,” Robbe says, too quickly, but he slows down and hugs Sander’s arm. “Nothing, sorry. Just, you know Milan, he’s pretty impatient.”

Sander narrows his eyes, but lets his boyfriend press closer and kiss his cheek. He smiles down at Robbe as the boy twines their fingers together, still guiding him down the street at a much more sedate pace.

Robbe had just taken them out for dinner, nothing overly fancy but slightly more expensive than making croques on the grill. They’d tucked themselves into a booth in a quiet cafe, which was fully decorated in shiny wood, cracked leather, and dimly glowing light. It even had an old-fashioned jukebox in the corner that Robbe convinced to play Bowie after a coin and a few prods and light kicks. The food was still cheap and greasy and Robbe’s smile was shy and Sander loved every second of it. They tangled their legs under the table and their hands atop it and it was the most perfect birthday date Sander could have imagined.

He expected to go back to one of their homes to continue the celebrations, but instead he finds himself on his way to the flatshare, apparently at Milan’s demand. It’s not entirely surprising, and fairly sweet, really, and Robbe seems mostly innocent and unfazed. Still, Sander is suspicious. He has a feeling.

Which is why he’s utterly amused and smug when they run into Lucas outside the apartment building.

Or, well, they don’t run into him. They hear him before they see him, and Robbe stiffens and curses under his breath. Then they see him standing outside his father’s car, holding a four-pack of alcohol in one hand and a clinking bag in the other. The closer they get, the easier it is to hear another familiar voice over Lucas’s.

“—just because you and that boyfriend of yours are old enough to drink that stuff, doesn’t mean everyone here is. I will not be responsible for supplying alcohol to minors, alright? I work at a youth center, for Christ’s sake.”

“Dad, literally not even half the people here will need that warning. The others have beer, and juice, it’ll be fine.”

“I don’t care, Luc, I’m trusting you to be trustworthy. That’s your stash, you watch who drinks it.”

Lucas looks towards the sky in exasperation and lets out a sigh. “It’s Jens’s place, Jens’s guests, so he can take responsibility. Why didn’t you give him this speech?”

“Because he’s not my son and he’s not the one using my money to buy alcohol for his friends. He’s your boyfriend, your responsibility.”

Lucas tosses his hands up as well as he can, considering they’re full, and casts a sideways glance this time. Which means he finally catches sight of Robbe and Sander standing a few feet away, both with bemused expressions, and instantly freezes on the spot. Sander gives him a small, pleased wave, and Lucas’s shoulders slump. “Fuck.”

“Language,” Hugo van der Heijden predictably reprimands, before poking his head out the window. Sander salutes him as Robbe gives him a pointed look, and he says, “Ah, shit. Sorry, kiddo.” He directs this at Robbe before turning his kind smile on Sander. “Happy birthday.”

Sander moves closer and tugs Robbe with him, because there’s no point in pretending now. “Thanks,” he says, burying a laugh as Lucas sits on the hood of the car and sets the bag down to cover his face. “This is a nice surprise.”

“Oh, shut up,” Lucas tells him, as Robbe pinches Sander’s arm and he winces away. He huffs and steps forward to meet Lucas as he stands, letting the younger boy envelop him in a one-armed hug. “Happy birthday.”

“Thank you,” Sander repeats, before tilting his head at Lucas’s navy-grey button up. “Aw, who thought you’d even try to clean up nice for me.”

Lucas punches his shoulder to nudge him back a step. “You’re an asshole and I don’t know why I like you.” The comment is accompanied with such a fond smile that Sander doesn’t even feel the sting. Instead he just pulls his friend away as Hugo beeps the horn and Lucas almost jumps out of his skin trying to get away. Lucas glares at his father as Robbe giggles behind them.

“Everything I said still goes,” Hugo presses. “Best behavior.”

Sander grins at the man. “Don’t worry, I’ll look after them.”

“No, you have fun. It’s their job to look after themselves, they’re big boys. Now go and act surprised.”

Robbe groans as Sander simply laughs, accepting the orders with a nod. Lucas waves at his father with a lot of clanking and rustling as a result. “Okay, you can go now too, thanks for the lift and the drinks and so on.”

Hugo rolls his eyes. “You either sneak in as quietly as a mouse or be Jens’s problem for the night, understood?”

Lucas salutes him, but inevitably leans down to kiss his cheek before the man gives a final wave and drives off.

Robbe sighs while hugging Sander’s arm to his chest again. “Wanna swap dads?” he asks Lucas.

“Funny that a year ago I probably would’ve said yes,” Lucas shrugs. Then he grimaces. “Sorry, I kind of fucked up the surprise, huh?”

“Irreparably,” Robbe agrees. “Shall we go up anyway?”

“Yes, please, this will be too funny,” Sander says, delighted. The other two share a look and shake their heads and Sander just rocks on his heels and urges them forward. He feels overwhelmingly pleased now, his heart thumping and smile splitting his cheeks, which Robbe squishes together before granting him a soft kiss.

“Okay, at least be nice,” Robbe says. “I know that’s not your style, but, for me.”

Sander sighs heavily and Robbe bites down his grin. “Fine. For you. Even though it’s my birthday.”

Robbe’s grin widens and he kisses Sander’s nose before letting them into the apartment. Sander blinks at the key, and then has to quickly shrug it off as he’s steered through the short hallway and there’s a loud chorus of ‘Surprise!’

The room is fuller than Sander expects, and he actually does startle at the sight. His surprised face is fairly genuine, and there are about a dozen grins beaming back at him, and then Lucas joins in the cheer half a second too late and a dozen faces drop. There is a round of complaints and groans. Milan drops his head back in disappointment. Jens covers his face with a hand.

“Oh, fuck all of you,” Lucas says back, before raising his brows and the alcohol still weighing him down.

There’s a new round of cheers, to which Lucas responds by flipping off the room at large.

Sander is glad of how it worked out, because it’s a big enough break in the tension that everyone immediately moves into action instead of continuing to stare at him. The flat members move forward first, Jens to give Sander a clap on the back before taking the bag from Lucas and disappearing to the kitchen and Milan to engulf Sander in a hug.

“Okay,” the man says as he pulls back, holding Sander’s head in his hands. “Tell me you at least didn’t know about the surprise until Lucas messed it up.”

Sander snorts. “No, I just thought I was coming for my gifts.”

“Ha, cute.” Milan pinches his cheek, then winks. “They’re all over in the corner, but you’ll have to wait until later. Sorry if this isn’t what you expected after your date.” He raises his brows.

“It’s perfect,” Sander assures, serious this time. He glances over at Robbe. “Though maybe not for a Tuesday night?”

Robbe shrugs. “They all have their own free will. If they can’t survive their self-inflicted hangover for a few hours of school, that’s their problem.”

Sander huffs a laugh, and nods his acquiescence. “Still, though, how did you actually get everyone here?” Aside from Milan, the Broerrrs, and Senne and the girls, who Sander would expect Robbe to invite, his other friends are mingled in with the crowd. Adi chats quietly to Senne in the corner; Gilles and Luca are trapped in an animated conversation as Thomas watches on in clear amusement; Emilie is laughing at something Zoë says to her. Everyone, in one place, even the ones he thought Robbe would have no way of contacting.

“Well, I could contact Adi easily, and then I asked him about the others,” Robbe flushes. “Sorry, I hope I didn’t overstep.”

“No, no,” Sander immediately appeases, granting him a soft kiss. “Thank you.”

Robbe smiles brilliantly.

He doesn’t realise someone else has approached him until they clear their throat, and he drags his gaze from Robbe to find Zoë in front of them, her kind smile already in place. “Happy birthday,” she says sweetly, also giving him a quick hug. “Sorry we couldn’t make it more exciting.”

“No, it’s nice,” Sander assures. “I couldn’t have liked how it worked out more.”

Her smile widens and she shakes her head at him. “Of course. I won’t hold you up, I just need to tell you Yasmina isn’t here because Ramadan and she was worried she’d just have to leave right away.”

“Yeah, no, Iftar and everything, that’s fine,” Sander smiles. “She already messaged me to say happy birthday and that hopefully she would see me again soon. I’m sure I’ll see her before the end of the week.”

“Okay, good. And obviously Jana also can’t be here, but they all pitched in on your gifts, so I’m supposed to tell you that. Senne joined me in getting you something, too.”

Sander laughs, nodding. “Okay, thank you. You know none of you had to get me anything, or do all of this.”

Zoë rolls her eyes, but she’s still smiling softly. “Of course we do, Sander. This is what you have to deal with as one of us.”

It sends another flood of warmth to his heart, and he’s sure she knows it, that it’s likely the intended effect. It’s a feeling he’s been experiencing a lot today, and he suspects this won’t be the last time during the evening. For now, he gives Zoë the biggest, warmest smile he can muster and thanks her again.

“You’re welcome,” is all she says this time. She gives Robbe’s shoulder a fond squeeze as well before slipping away.

Robbe rests his chin on Sander’s shoulder and gazes up at him through his lashes. “Ready to make a round?”

Sander nods and lets his boyfriend lead the way.

Of course, Gilles latches on to them as soon as they move and raises their arms in a cheer. “Sander! Happy birthday, you beautiful bitch!”

Robbe’s laugh is louder than Sander’s, so of course that means he drags them over and plops down next to Sander’s friend as the others turn to join them. Gilles beams and ruffles Robbe’s hair in greeting, and Sander is finally gratified when Robbe makes an affronted sound and brushes them away. “Lucas helped me with this,” he complains, then flushes as he realises what he’s given away. Sander raises his brows when Robbe peeks a look up at him. Robbe huffs and catches Sander’s wrist, giving a tug so that Sander almost tumbles into his lap.

“Robbe,” he complains, laughing. “I’ll crush you.”

“No you won’t.” Robbe rolls his eyes. Then he softens his gaze, looking up at Sander with his small smile and damn doe eyes. “Come here,” he requests quietly.

Sander shakes his head, cursing internally, but gently lowers himself onto his boyfriend’s lap. He prays the chair won’t falter under their weight, and the creak is slightly worrying, but it holds steady. Robbe makes a pleased hum and winds his arms around him, immediately pressing a kiss to Sander’s shoulder and then resting his cheek there.

“Thank you,” he says, all genuine smiles and happy sighs, and Sander does not melt. He might, however, wind his arm around Robbe’s shoulder and lean into him just a little more.

Gilles makes a somewhat anguished sound, but when Sander turns to look at them they’re still beaming. They’re staring with their face resting in a hand, appearing to be in a state of utter awe. “Where can I find this? Someone give me this.”

From their other side, Luca slaps their arm. “I know, right? Guys, this isn’t fair, at least Jens and I used to have some solidarity but now he’s just as bad.”

“Sorry,” Robbe laughs, not looking even slightly apologetic as he cuddles closer to Sander. “But now you two have solidarity, right?”

Gilles lights up at the realisation, spinning to Luca again with obvious interest. Robbe giggles quietly against Sander’s collarbone, pleased with himself, and Sander ducks his head down to whisper in the boy’s ear. “Does this mean I’ve upheld the deal and actually do know cool gays for Luca?”

“Depends,” Robbe whispers back, amused. “Are you suggesting Gilles is cool?”

Sander makes a face, but doesn’t argue either way. Instead, he checks if his other friends are seeing what he’s seeing. He’s a little anxious, as he looks towards Emilie, but she’s watching Gilles and Luca with an odd consideration as Amber talks her ear off. Thomas is watching the whole thing through wide eyes from behind his glasses, but he gives Sander a subtle, enthusiastic little nod.

“How did you all manage to not mention this to me?” The thought occurs to Sander suddenly, and while he’s looking at Thomas, it’s mostly directed at Gilles.

Adi speaks up and surprises him. He hadn’t seen the older boy coming over. “I wondered that too, honestly.”

“And you’re a sneaky bastard,” Sander tells him.

Adi looks amused. “Why’s that?”

Sander scoffs. “‘Any special birthday plans for tomorrow?’,” he mocks.

“Ah, come on, you really had no idea? He didn’t give nothing away?” Adi gestures at Robbe.

“I thought we were just going to have an...interesting date,” Sander shrugs, making Robbe blush.

Adi laughs. “What, are we boring you?”

“Yes, get out of my sight,” Sander says, deadpan, and Robbe lets out a startled laugh as Adi gapes at him.

“Emilie tried to make sure you wouldn’t notice anything and I tried to keep Gilles as far away from you as possible.” The explanation Thomas gives makes sense, and Robbe extends his arm behind Sander to high-five him, and Gilles is thankfully too busy to notice.

They sit around talking for an indiscernible amount of time before Sander wiggles his way free of Robbe. The boy protests, of course, trying to cling on and pull Sander back towards him, so Sander leans down and grants him a kiss before moving away. No one else tries to stop him from leaving the room, and he’s hopeful he’ll have a straight path to the kitchen. He’s starting to feel antsy, and he needs to move around and take something in, and what’s better than a drink?

When he steps out into the hallway, however, he runs into Milan again, who has just opened the door for Noor.

He panics for a brief moment, eyes flicking around for blonde hair as he debates if he should go on without acknowledging them. But Noor has already caught sight of him and is giving her brilliant smile, and no one pops out of thin air behind her, so Sander roots himself to the spot. “Hey,” he greets, aiming for cheerful. His tone manages, but he’s doubtful of his smile, which he thinks wavers alongside his balance.

“Happy birthday,” she says. She wraps an arm around his shoulders and presses a kiss to his cheek, hopefully not leaving a bright lipstick stain. (She occasionally does it on purpose and waits for the target to notice, and with everyone else in on the game, the unlucky soul is rarely offered any help.) Sander raises a hand to his cheek cautiously and Noor simply laughs in response, shaking her head. “Not on your birthday.”

Sander narrows his eyes, because honestly, it seems like a perfectly innocent birthday prank. He weighs the possibility for a moment before nodding in acceptance and letting his smile widen again. “Thank you.”

She holds up the little bag in her hand and waves it at him. “Milan says there’s a time and place for these, otherwise I’d just pass it over now.” She lowers her arm and hesitates for a moment, smile shifting as she seems to debate if she should tell Sander what she’s thinking or not. “Britt couldn’t make it, but she helped me pick out the gift.”

Sander takes it for the crooked olive branch it is and nods. “Thank you, seriously,” he says. “And you can extend it to Britt?”

“Of course.” Noor smiles again and squeezes his shoulder before going to join the others. Sander looks after her for a moment before finally getting to the kitchen.

This seems to be the most party-like room in the house. The entire counter is littered with snacks and there are rainbow-coloured fairy lights strung along the cupboards. There’s a stack of party hats and a precarious pile of paper plates. The table has pretty much been turned into a mini-bar, with countless alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks spread out, as well as what must be at least five packs of red party cups. It even appears to have a bartender; Moyo stands behind it mixing a drink, flicking and flipping bottles around and bopping his head and hips to the tempo of the music. He doesn’t even look up as Sander makes his way over, just holds up a hand in a signal to wait.

Sander stares at the table. His pulse feels suddenly quicker. The bottles of beer are sitting closest to him, at the edge of the table, and he allows his fingers to brush over the neck of one. It’s not unfamiliar, of course. He doesn’t even know why he’s hesitating.

It’s just that he should be at home right now, working on the assignment he’d messed up. It’s just that he has class tomorrow, and doesn’t really want to suffer through it with a hangover. It’s just that things have been actually going well.

It’s just that, no matter how long it’s been, he remembers feeling suffocated. He remembers going from burning up to drowning in frigid air, from too much to nothing. He remembers feeling everything at top intensity only to drop into a debilitating state of numbness. Even when it blurs, he remembers.

“Hey, man.” Moyo breaks him out of his thoughts. His voice is uncharacteristically soft, and when Sander looks up, his expression is understanding. “Look, it’s your birthday. Robbe’s right there, and Lucas, and plenty of other friends. And if you want to take a drink, none of them are going to stop you. They never do. It’s always chill, you’re fine.”

Sander opens his mouth, then closes it again. He feels awkward and fidgety and he doesn’t actually want to respond to that. He doesn’t want to think about this.

Not now, he pleads silently.

“Or,” Moyo continues, before Sander would have been able to get two words out anyway. “You can let me make you a mocktail.”

He’s grinning, but Sander can only blink. “A mocktail?”

“Yeah. You know, a cocktail, but without the alcohol?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever tried a cocktail.”

Moyo’s grin widens, and he spreads his hands to show off his stash. “It’s your lucky night then. I honestly prefer mocktails, because the alcohol usually just makes them extra sharp and leaves a shitty aftertaste. But don’t tell anyone I said that.”

He points at Sander warningly, and Sander holds his hands up, smiling slightly now as he nods.

“I heard it.”

They both jump at the voice, but it’s just Senne in the doorway. He smirks a little before coming to join them, leaning his hip on the table so his body is twisted slightly towards Sander while he can still keep Moyo in his expectant gaze.

“Alright.” Moyo rubs his hands together, seeming to accept Senne’s presence and entrust him with their secrets. “I’m gonna make you my personal fave, and if you don’t like it or when you finish it, you come back to me for another. Got it? I am your server for the evening.”

“I’m flattered,” Sander admits, and Moyo winks at him before bursting into another flurry of movement. He’s a little apprehensive, unsure if he should really be taking anything Moyo concocts. They don’t actually know each other that well, despite how long it’s been and how frequently they hang out in the same group. Sander thinks this might be the first time they’ve actually interacted one-on-one. But Moyo has never given Sander any reason to distrust him, and the look he’d given him had been knowing. Moyo probably understands better than he thinks.

That thought still feels a little bitter, so he brushes it away and just watches the other work, trying to tune his thoughts out with the sound of the music and sheer determination.

He can enjoy himself. He’d even worked a lot on his assignment today already, knowing he’d be meeting up with Robbe in the evening. Robbe wouldn’t be keeping him away if he didn’t think Sander could manage it, and Sander trusts Robbe’s faith in him. It’s even enough to make him smile as he watches on with apprehension.

“Are you gonna make me one of these too?” Senne asks, head tilted curiously.

“Nope,” Moyo says, without a hint of hesitation. “Special birthday treat. Anyway, don’t pretend you didn’t come looking for alcohol.”

Senne lifts a beer and has the cap off in an instant. He tilts it at Moyo and takes a slug in confirmation, before turning to lean back against the table and giving Sander his full attention. “Happy birthday.”

“Thank you,” Sander grins. “How’s blissful married life?”

Senne scoffs at him, but he’s still smirking slightly. “I could ask you the same thing.”

“I’d say it’s going very well,” Sander hums.

Senne’s smirk softens into a smile, and he crosses his arms before casually taking a sip of his beer. “You’re still treating my boy right, then.”

Moyo snorts, barely halting his movements as he raises a brow at Senne. “Your boy?”

“Hey.” Senne presses a finger to his own chest as he looks over his shoulder at Moyo. “I was the hot older guy in his life first.”

Sander and Moyo just burst into laughter. “Yeah, but in like, a teen dad kinda way, right?” Sander muses, squinting as if he’s trying to recall where he got the description.

“A hot dad,” Senne keeps up his argument.

“A DILF,” Moyo offers.

Sander laughs again as Senne points at the boy in agreement. Moyo finally passes him a full cup with a triumphant expression. Sander takes the cup and then a small sip. He lets the liquid coat his tongue, savours it as it slips down his throat. His brows raise, and he holds the cup back out to Moyo in a toast. “You’re good.”

Moyo taps Sander’s cup with his own and cheers.

At some stage, he ends up alone on the couch. The others, by now, are spread out all over the house, but most of them are in here, chatting or dancing. While most are energised by whatever alcohol they’ve consumed, Sander is nursing his second mocktail and beginning to feel the weight of a long day. Still, he tips his head back against the cushions and watches his friends and he feels okay.

Jens joins him, eventually. Sander doesn’t even see him come in, and then he’s dropping wordlessly into the empty space next to him. The silence lingers on for a moment, both of them content in it. The exact reason Sander enjoys Jens’s company.

After a while, he holds his beer bottle out to Sander with a raised brow. It takes Sander a moment to figure out why, and then he bumps his cup against it. Jens nods in approval and takes a gulp, and Sander watches his eager swallows in silent contemplation.

“Enjoying your birthday?” Jens finally breaks the silence, glancing back and forth between Sander and the others dancing.

Sander shrugs, nodding. “It’s a more exciting day than I expected, honestly.”

Jens hums, then takes another sip. He doesn’t say anything else.

It’s strange. Jens isn’t the loudest one of the group, by far, but he’s being oddly quiet. His slouched posture could be his usual chill demeanor, but it seems too tense. Sullen. It’s weirding Sander out, a little, and he wants to understand it so it isn’t quite so freaky, but it still takes a moment to convince himself to ask.

“What’s wrong?”

Jens startles at the question. He looks over at Sander in surprise, eyes a little wide. Just as quickly, he’s looking away again and clearing his throat, sitting up a little straighter before he speaks. “What? Nothing.”

Sander narrows his eyes, but doesn’t prod. If Jens doesn’t want to tell him, that’s fine. They aren’t besties. Sander can just quietly inform Robbe, who will deal with it himself, and then Sander won’t even have to feel guilty. It’s not actually his place. Instead, he just waits.

“I think Luc is pissed at me,” Jens mutters, after all of about five seconds.

Sander huffs, but frowns slightly. He looks out at their friends. It doesn’t take him long to find Lucas—mostly because he’s right next to Robbe. Whereas Robbe is twirling Noor around in a fitting dance to the music, however, Lucas is focused on a more chaotic Milan who seems to be attempting to show him some rather sensual moves. Lucas, equally, does <i>not</i> seem to do his best to follow along, poorly mimicking the moves through hysterical laughter.

“He doesn’t seem pissed,” Sander muses, turning back to Jens with a brow raised pointedly. Jens shrugs and looks down at his beer, tracing his fingertip around the top, and Sander sighs and thinks fuck it. “What’s wrong, Jens?”

Jens glances up at him, and then down again, and then lets out a sigh of his own. “She finally kicked him out.”

Sander blinks, and has to think for a moment. When realisation hits, he decides he probably should not be the one handling this conversation. He has to tread lightly. Maybe he should just pretend he has to pee to escape and then fetch Robbe, instead. But...Jens has trusted him with it.

Dammit.

“Your dad?” he asks quietly.

Jens nods.

“Isn’t that a good thing? What does it have to do with Lucas? I mean...aside from the obvious.”

“Well, because.” Jens pauses to run a hand through his hair, frustrated. “He’s not even gone yet, and Lucas wants me to move home.”

Sander purses his lips in understanding. “You don’t want to.”

“Why would I?” Jens huffs. Then he pulls a face that’s faintly apologetic before shaking his head. Sander realises he’s likely more than a little tipsy, if his rapid but sloppy speech is anything to go by, along with the seemingly senseless hand gestures he’s making. “I do miss my mom, I guess, and Lotte, but still. I go into my room and it’s just...it’s suffocating. And Lucas is pissed about it. Well, I guess he’s more pissed on my behalf. He says that what happened shouldn’t get to control me so much, especially when the asshole’s not even there. That I shouldn’t have to keep making the sacrifice because of it when I have the freedom to go back now.”

This is starting to sound very familiar, and that hits rather close to home.

There suddenly isn’t enough air, and his chest is suddenly tight, breaths just a little too shallow. He flicks his gaze around until it lands on Robbe again. He’s moved onto dancing with Zoë now, her confidently leading his more awkward frame. Some of the tension in Sander eases, and he swallows down the feeling in favour of trying to form a coherent response.

“But that doesn’t mean he’s pissed at you,” Sander says carefully. “It also doesn’t sound unreasonable, and it’s not like he doesn’t understand. He just wants the best and the most for you.” He wants you to have the world. The universe, if possible. He doesn’t want anything to be taken from you, and especially not because of him.

Jens seems to accept this, but still frowns slightly, still makes himself a little smaller. “But I’m happy here. I’m happy. Shouldn’t that be enough?”

Sander swallows. He lets his eyes shift from Robbe to Lucas, and finds his friend staring back at him. Lucas’s expression is mostly blank, but Sander can see the concern etched into his eyes and the pinch of his lips. Sander offers him a hesitant smile and after a moment, he looks away.

“Maybe it’s not enough for him,” he says.

Jens’s face falls.

Sander quickly shakes his head. “No, I mean—maybe it’s because of how it still affects him. He doesn’t want it to control how he feels. He wants to be bigger than it, move past it, but there’s nothing he really can do. Except for helping you. If he’s seeing you deal with it and recover from it, then it makes it easier for him, too.”

The feeling of too much is creeping in. He’s thinking too much, saying too much, feeling too much, giving too much away. It’s an overreaction, maybe. After so long, surely. That event shouldn’t still affect him like this, right? It shouldn’t still feel like a shock to his system. He can only hope it doesn’t appear like one outwardly.

But Jens is just silently contemplative as he takes in what Sander has said, eyes lingering on his boyfriend thoughtfully. When he turns back to Sander, he’s simply curious. “Has he spoken to you about it?”

Sander doesn’t even have to think back. “No. Aside from at the time, he’s never brought it up. I didn’t want to do it and just hurt him, so it wasn’t discussed.”

Jens purses his lips and nods. His smile is self-derogatory. “You just know my best friend and my boyfriend better than me.”

“No,” Sander says again, even though he’s not as sure. He’s fairly sure. The only people he knows who seem as close as Jens and Lucas are Robbe and himself. “I’m just speaking from experience,” he admits quietly.

Now Jens’s gaze sharpens, and he actually looks at Sander. It takes no time, then, for the realisation to set in, and he curses under his breath. “Fuck, man, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be talking about this to you right now, anyway, it’s your birthday.” He rubs his hand over his face and huffs. “Sorry, I swear, sometimes I have no tact. I wasn’t thinking.”

“No, stop.” Sander waves him off. He hesitates only slightly before continuing. “I’m glad. That you’re comfortable enough that you could talk to me about it. I think the universe seriously wants us to be friends, at this point.”

Jens snorts. “I think you’re all seriously weird about your universe stuff.”

Sander grins at him. “The universe stuff will take over you eventually, too. I don’t know how it hasn’t already, how long have you known Robbe?”

This time Jens just rolls his eyes silently, but he’s smiling now too.

“Seriously,” Sander says. “Thank you. It doesn’t matter about the timing, I’m glad you can talk to me.”

Jens’s smile softens, and he gives a small nod. “Maybe we should all be able to talk about it more,” he says quietly.

“Yeah. Maybe.”

They return to a short lapse of silence, and Sander takes a sip of his forgotten drink. The fruity liquid soothes his throat, and the break in the conversation allows more of the pressure to release. His heartbeat feels normal again by the time Jens turns back to him.

“Thanks, though. Seriously. You’re probably right, about Luc. I’ll talk to him.”

Sander just feels pleased as he smiles now, like he accomplished something, said something right. The mood and balance is being restored, and he just needs to accept the segway and lighten things further. “If you want to thank me, I’m sure you can play a pretty piano version of ‘Happy Birthday’.”

“Fuck you,” Jens scoffs, eyes narrowing slightly.

“So you can’t? I thought that would’ve been fairly basic, but okay.” Sander shrugs, taking a casual sip of his drink to strengthen the taunting.

Jens glares hotly at him. “Fuck you. Of course I can play ‘Happy Birthday’.” Jens drags himself to his feet and jabs a finger at him. “Don’t move then.”

Balance immediately restored, Sander thinks amusedly.

Milan pauses Jens as he makes his way through the crowd, and Sander watches as Jens says something in response and Milan beams. He shoots a look at Sander before the two of them are flouncing off, and moments later, Sander is being subjected to a much louder, much further off-key rendition of ‘Happy Birthday’, and more candles.

The keyboard bit is fine, though, he grudgingly admits.

When Jens sets it aside, Lucas is there grabbing his hands and dragging him to his feet as Robbe does the same to Sander. They’re both smiling through their protests, and everyone can see it.

So now, they’re dancing.

It feels more lively, after that. Everyone is gathered on their makeshift dance-floor by now. Sander takes catalogue of them all, marveling at how Gilles has somehow managed to rope Thomas and even Adi into dancing. Emilie is now the one with Luca, both of them laughing as they sway around with their hands joined between them. Noor and Moyo have gravitated towards each other as usual and, instead of huddling close like the others, seem to have a teacher–student method of dancing going on that Noor keeps up with rather well. Milan, Zoë and Senne are dancing in a little circle, and Amber and Aaron have moved on to just standing amidst it all and kissing. Jens and Lucas aren’t dancing anymore, either, but they’re held close. Sander watches until Jens leans down to murmur something in Lucas’s ear and Lucas smiles, leaning into the taller boy as Jens kisses his temple.

Satisfied, Sander is finally able to focus on the boy in his own arms. Robbe is already watching him when Sander catches his gaze, brow slightly furrowed and lips slightly quirked in that adorable questioning expression. Sander draws him closer by the waist and interrupts their step-swaying to catch him in a kiss, and as the music gets louder, his mind quiets.

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#wtfock #sobbe #rosander #robbe x sander #van der stoffels #or as much as they’re in it #sander season #tracing time #i’m super insecure about all of these clips ✌🏻 hope it doesn’t totally suck #lucas is definitely that isak that cares about his hair #hugo is still my fave oc

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sincerelyravens · 3 years

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wtDRABBLES - Prompt 2

based on this post i made and this gorgeous fan art

posted on AO3

When Sander arrived at Robbe’s house, his green school bag over one shoulder and his black duffle bag—full of a weekend’s worth of clothes—over his other shoulder, he could hide the warmth that soared through his chest. This past week had been a tough one, full of group meetings and shifts at the coffee shop, and he had hardly been able to see his boyfriend of over a year all week. There were a few times where they were able to exchange late-night phone calls, after each of their families was fast asleep because they couldn’t stop talking until they fell asleep. When Robbe had called him on Wednesday, announcing that his mother would be visiting her aunt and inviting Sander to join him for the weekend so he wasn’t alone, Sander did not hesitate to accept his offer. Sander would always be happy to drown and get drunk on anything Robbe could provide—even if the only thing they did over the weekend was do homework.

Jogging the final few strides to the front door of Robbe’s mother’s two-story house, his forehead sweaty from the short walk from the bus stop, Sander dug his string of keys from his bag. There was the one for his house and his studio at the Academy—his bike lock—and others that he needed to get back to Adi. He sorted out the keys until he found the silver one—attached to the round keychain with magenta, yellow, and aqua stripes that Milan had gotten him for Christmas—the one that opened the front door to Robbe’s house.

Opening the door to the house, he was immediately hit with the smell of food—croques, his favorite. To his right, there was a coat rack and Robbe’s signature brown coat was hanging on the closest hook to the front door. His beat-up white sneakers were on the floor, kicked off over by his half-open backpack. The entire house looked like Robbe, felt like Robbe, and Sander couldn’t help dropping his bags by the door, kicking off his converse, and calling into the house, “I’m here!”

Somewhere down the hallway, sounding from where the kitchen was, Robbe called, “Welcome home!”

Instantly, Sander could feel the smile bloom on his face, the warmth pooling in his cheeks. There was a strong pang of longing in his chest—the kind that always happened whenever they were alone in one of their houses—knowing that it was going to have to end soon, that they would have to go their separate ways temporarily because they lived in different places. But, there was still a shot of warmth and hope in his chest, soothing the longing, because he knew that eventually, they would move into together, in their own two-bedroom apartment—with the second bedroom being a half-art studio, half-editing booth—and Sander knew he could survive until then.

When Robbe poked his head around the door to the kitchen, his long-mess of brown curls pulled up onto a small bun, Sander beamed over at him. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Robbe said, giggling in glee. Unable to help himself, Sander could feel the laugh slip out of his lips, mirroring the happiness on his boyfriend’s face. Robbe took a step into the hallway and moved into Sander, practically colliding against Sander’s chest, one arm tucked behind his back. Robbe stood on his toes, pressing a gentle kiss against his lips. When Robbe pulled away, Sander brought him back in, tangling his fingers into the loose curls that had slipped free from the elastic band, and Robbe giggled against his lips.

“Missed you,” Sander breathed out between kisses.

Robbe smiled, the corners of his lips turning up in their kiss. Sander half-expected Robbe to say something like “I know”, in that sultry voice he sometimes liked to use on him. However, Robbe simpled pulled back up, blinking his warm, love-filled brown eyes up at him, and said, “Missed you too.” Robbe pressed a kiss against his lip again and Sander tilted against him. “So much.”

Sander laughed, shaking his head as he brushed their noses together. “Maybe next week, we can meet up on Wednesday like normal,” Sander said. “I have the day off.”

“Sounds great,” Robbe said.

Sander smiled, scratching his nails lightly across the growing stubble of Robbe’s jaw. Normally, Robbe was religious about shaving every morning, a morning routine since they first started to date—since that week that Sander saw for the first time when he stayed over at the flatshare for a week—but lately, he had stopped shaving every day, leaving it at every other day or every three. Frankly, Sander thought it was stupid and unfair how good Robbe looked with some stubble on his jaw. Somehow, if at all possible, Robbe looked older than Sander when he didn’t shave—a fact that the Broerrrs found hilarious. But, Sander also couldn’t be bothered by it. He loved every shade and type of Robbe—short-haired with a clean shave and long-haired with a stubbled jaw.

“I got something for you.”

“Huh?” Sander asked, pulling back. “It’s not my birthday.”

“Not yet,” Robbe said, waving his eyebrows suggestively. Sander snorted. “But, the other day while I was shopping online, looking for your actual birthday gift if you must know, I saw this and I couldn’t resist buying it for you. And, it came in today so I wanted to give it to you.”

“Okay.”

Smiling nervously at him, Robbe pulled something from behind his back—a bundle of black fabric wrapped up tightly in a roll—and placed it in Sander’s awaiting hands. Taking it from Robbe’s hands, he shot his boyfriend a curious glance before he unrolled it. Once Sander flipped it over, his eyes finding text of white, magenta, yellow, and blue with three colors pans, he could see the nervous smile pulling on his face. On the front of the black shirt, there was a piece of text that made the corners of his lips pull up:

I was never In the Closet I was in the Cupboard With The rest Of the Pans

Smiling over at Robbe, Sander pressed a fleeting kiss against Robbe’s lips before saying, “This is cute. Thank you, baby.”

“You like it?” Robbe asked, a nervous look in his eyes.

“Yes,” Sander said. “I like anything you get me.”

“Well, you know you don’t have to wear it just because I gave it to you—”

“I know, Robbe. I love it,” Sander said. Finally, the nervous look slipped from Robbe’s features, returning his beautiful brown eyes to the happy ones he loved so dearly. A bright smile bloomed on Robbe’s face, exposing the divots at the corner of his mouth. “Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome,” Robbe said, his voice barely a whisper. He tilted his head up, asking, practically begging, and Sander obliged him, leaning forward to press their lips together fleetingly. Robbe smiled brightly, looking down at the shirt. He reached out, rubbing his palm across the art of the colored decal of the pans. “When I saw this, I couldn’t resist getting it for you.” There was a briefly nervous look in his eyes. “It reminded me of—”

As they had been from the moment in his art studio, the moment that Robbe had accepted him—all of him, even the broken and dark demons of his soul—and loved him for it too, they had been on the same page. Somehow, Sander knew exactly what he was talking about. “The beach house,” Sander said. “The first croques we ever made together. When I asked you to find a pan...”

Robbe smiled, brightly. “Yeah,” he said. “I couldn’t help but buy that after I remembered.”

Sander grinned down at the shirt.

Now, after a year of being together, that week at the beach house felt like a lifetime ago.

Their trip to the supermarket had been the first time that Sander had felt seen in so long, with Robbe smiling at him so lovely and interested. Now, being seen every day was a normal occurrence—in his love for art, for David Bowie, for photography—and Sander couldn't believe there was a day that he thought of settling for anything less. That morning in the kitchen, bent over a cooking croque together and sharing a single joint, had been an invigorating and addicting feeling, one that Sander hoped would never go away. And, it didn’t in a way, just more quiet and subdued, warm and comforting and present with every interaction.

Standing next to Robbe, his boyfriend of over a year—nearly a year and a half now, Sander could picture the shy Robbe he met. The one that wouldn’t dare meet his eye for longer than necessary. The one who would stare at him across the fire in longing, unaware that Sander felt the same. The Robbe on his knees, unaware, twirling the pan in his hands that he asked for—the Robbe blissfully unaware that Sander had already fallen head-first, drowning in the ocean waters, all because of a simple sight in a moonlit garage and hope.

Smiling over at Robbe, Sander grinned, “Thanks, baby.”

“You’re welcome,” Robbe said. They kissed one more time—longer, deeper—before Robbe pulled back, grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him toward the kitchen. “Come on. The croques are done.”

“Sounds delicious.” Sander wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pressing a kiss against Robbe’s temple. Robbe let out a giggle, hugging his side.

#wtfock #robbe ijzermans #sander driesen #sobbe #rosander #robbe x sander #wtdrabbles #brennawrites

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sonderthroughthestreets · 3 years

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152.............. for the prompt thing?

LYKA u cutie thanks for sending me another 😌💫 I hope you like this one and special thanks to @to-enter-polaris and @jensrolt for the wonderful idea as to why exactly Robbe finds himself in the hospital skskdjdbd

152. So I might be in a hospital right now...

Dialogue Prompts!

Sander wasn’t particularly interested in his lecture of Renaissance Art during the 14th and 15th century in Europe.

It’s not that the topic itself wasn’t interesting to him, but the lecture was dragging on and on and on, the minutes seeming to take an eternity to pass by in the early morning. Even his professor didn’t seem enthusiastic about this 8am lecture. Who even holds a lecture, any lecture (!), at 8am? It’s a crime, Sander screams internally. It should be illegal.

Just as he was about to doze off, his phone lit up with a text from Robbe. He immediately grabbed his phone at that. Boring lecture saved!

However, his heart kind of sunk at the text he received.

So I might be in a hospital right now...

In a panic-stricken state, he texted back,

What happened?!

This better not be a prank from the broerrrs

Well, if his lecture was boring before, it was extremely dull and unimportant now as he waited for a text back. He saw the dots appear and disappear for a solid three minutes.

Robbe: Not a prank. Just stya calm amd pay attention

Robbe: It’s hard typing wtih one hand

Sander: how do you expect me to stay calm or think about anything else right now??? Are you at least okay?

Robbe: I’m texting you aren’t I? I’m fineee Sander just focus for teh next half hour

Sander: Robbe Ijzermans not until you tell me what happened

Sander: Robbe

Sander: ?????

He didn’t get any more texts back and he dropped his head to his table, sighing. Finally after another ten minutes, his phone lit up again.

Helena: Sander, Robbe’s fine, I’m with him. I told him not to text you during class but if you want you can come visit after you’re done

It was Robbe’s mom who texted him this time. She sent the address to the hospital and Sander’s mind was spinning with so many questions. There’s no way he could get through the next twenty minutes without the unbearable itch to make his way over to Robbe. What were they even saying?

He was all but ready to pack up and leave when he got another flurry of texts.

Helena: Sander

Helena: FOCUS

Helena: Robbe said this was an important class for you and it’s not even visiting hours yet

Sander sagged in his seat. He hated how well she knew him by now. It would be visiting hours by the time I get there, he thought begrudgingly. But he heeded her words and stayed for the lecture, anxiously waiting to run out of the class the second it was over. -

He rushed over in the hospital room straight into Robbe’s arms the second he saw him. He pulled him in close wrapping his arms around his neck and planting a kiss on the top of his head while Robbe laid on his chest, his beige sweater and leather jacket wrinkling. Sander didn’t miss his arm wrapped in a cast or Helena sitting in the chair near the bed, sipping her coffee. Her dark hair was tied back in a half-up, half-down hairstyle and her brown eyes shined just like Robbe’s. Sander could see the resemblance crystal clear.

“It wasn’t me this time,” Sander raised his arms, looking up at her.

“I can see that,” Helena laughed holding the warm coffee in her hands.

“What happened?” he looked to both of them.

“Someone broke an arm trying to get taped to a wall again,” she sipped her coffee.

“Again?” Sander raised an eyebrow.

“Hhmhmm, said he wanted to get higher, be taller, decided to stand on a table, too,” Helena’s lips curved.

“In my defence, Jens bet me I couldn’t get on the wall again,” Robbe piped up.

“And let me guess, you said ‘bet I can’?”

Robbe grumbled something unintelligible causing Sander to give him a look.

“What was that?”

“I said I bet I could go higher, too,” Robbe repeated as he looked off to the side.

“Jesus, Robbe,” Sander remarked as Helena quietly laughed beside them. “Still doesn’t explain how exactly you broke your arm though. That wall is nearly not high enough.”

“My son is a bit...clumsy,” Helena sipped her coffee again to hide her smile.

“Ah, you’re right. That explains a lot actually,” nodded Sander.

The amount of times Robbe had tripped or fallen over his own two feet was enough to warrant bubble wrap around him anytime he moved. Helena and Sander were both witnessed to it. Had a good laugh about it, too. But just like his mother, Sander found that really endearing all the same.

“I’m right here, you know,” Robbe huffed.

“I know,” Sander put his lips to his forehead and laughed in his hair.

“You didn’t even kiss it better,” he pouted at him.

“I kissed it better,” his mom said.

“That’s different, you’re not my boyfriend,” Robbe chuckled.

“Alright,” Helena sighed as she slowly got up from her chair. “It appears I’m not wanted, so...” she jokingly grunted and grabbed her purse. “You can kiss my son better while I go get some croissants. How many would you like?”

“I’m fine, thank you,” Sander smiled.

“Three it is,” she smiled back brilliantly at him.

As he watched her disappear out the door, he felt something almost somber for her, some kind of bittersweet emotion he couldn’t explain.

“You know, the only reason she’s not freaking out is because I’ve broken bones before,” he heard Robbe say quietly behind him. Sander turned his head towards him with a smirk.

“Is that supposed to be a good thing?”

“No. But the other reason she’s not freaking out is because you’re here, too,” Robbe flashed in teeth in a smile.

That pulled at Sander’s heartstrings.

“Riiiiight,” he said doubtfully.

“I’m serious, it’s like you make her feel calmer somehow. Like she knows I’m fine with you around,” Robbe’s lashes dipped low as his lips curved shyly.

“I’m glad she’s doing better,” Sander said.

“Me too.”

There was a bit of silence now as Sander went to sit in the chair Helena had just occupied. She wasn’t exactly in a great place when Robbe and Sander had first met, but she was definitely making progress. And with a son like Robbe, who could ask for more? thought Sander. He liked her. He cared for her, too.

“You still haven’t kissed me better,” Robbe pulled him out of his thoughts. Sander’s lip stretched into a smile. He leaned over to place a chaste kiss on the cream-coloured cast in Robbe’s arm.

“That’s not enough,” Robbe’s eyes sparkled.

Sander smiled as he leaned in towards Robbe’s lips and captured him in a sweet and slow kiss, taking his time.

“Better?” he asked.

Robbe’s eyes were still closed as his lips curved.

“Better.”

#isakeijzer #lyka💕🐮#sksjjd im not creative enough for chaos so thank you Sarah and Fae 😌💫#hope you enjoy!!#dialogue prompts

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itubainaretro · 4 years

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Robbe thought they were celebrating his birthday just the two of them when he received Sander’s text telling him to meet him at 7 pm at his house, but in reality that’s not what happened. At all.

He did meet Sander at his house at 7 pm, but instead of grabbing their bikes and going somewhere like he thought they would, Sander grabbed Robbe’s hand and told him they would walk to their final destination instead. Robbe didn’t think anything of it, thinking maybe Sander found a new place near his house they could go to and enjoy the night, instead of their usual bar, so he went along with it.

As they walked, they talked about their day and what they did, who wished Robbe a happy birthday, what his mama cooked for him, what Sander had been up to the whole day, how Robbe had enjoyed his birthday so far. They got so lost in conversation that Robbe didn’t even realise where they were headed to until he saw a little commotion in the middle of the park and noticed those were his friends, waiting for him to get closer so they could finally yell SURPRISE.

Robbe couldn’t believe what he saw, so as they got closer he shook his head and looked at Sander, smiling. “I can’t believe you. You did all of this?”

Sander shook his head, “Everyone did all of this. We wanted to surprise you and the only thing we could come up with in times like these was this little get together on an open space, following all the sanitary and safety rules, so the park it was. Surprise!”. He smiled at Robbe.

Robbe hugged Sander and thanked him anyways.

Robbe was so happy to see all of his friends together again he couldn’t contain the permanent grin that was etched on his face the entire night as he went from group to group to talk to all of them and give them his attention and thank them for what they did. They all told him it was the least they could do and Robbe corrected them each and every time saying it was everything. He didn’t think he had ever felt this loved in his life.

And talking about love, it was almost funny how attuned to one another Sander and Robbe seemed to be the whole night, eyes always finding each other across the party even when they were talking to different people.

It happened several times. When he was talking to the Broerrrs and Sander was talking to Noor, when he was talking to Milan and Sander was having a chat with Yasmina, and now that Robbe was trying to give Zoë and Jana his full attention but was distracted by Sander winking at him while talking to Senne.

“Right?”, Jana asked.

Robbe blushed and turned his eyes away from his boyfriend, blinking his eyes and trying to focus on the current conversation he was trying to have, “I’m sorry, what did you just say? I got a little distracted”, he smiled bashfully.

Zoë looked up to where Robbe was looking at mere seconds before and laughed, “I’m sure you did”.

“Shut up,” Robbe retorted, “like you’re any better. You don’t think I saw you giving Senne heart eyes the whole time we’ve been talking either?”

Jana rolled her eyes at both of them, “You two are the worst, oh my god. Go be with your boyfriends, you disgusting gremlins in love.” And she walked away laughing.

Laughing too, Robbe offered his arm for Zoë and together they walked towards their boyfriends.

When Sander saw Robbe he smiled like he had just seen the sun come out after a week of rainy weather and as soon as Robbe was by his side he put his arm around Robbe’s waist and hugged him closer to his body. Senne smiled at them both and put his arm around Zoë’s shoulders, carrying on with the conversation.

After some time, Sander excused himself saying he was going to steal the birthday boy for a bit and dragged Robbe to a secluded area of the park, away from their friends, so they could be alone for a little bit, where they talked about how the evening was going so far and if Robbe was having a good time, where they made out against a tree for a bit and then talked some more.

Yasmina found them half an hour later.

“I’m sorry to interrupt the lovebirds,” she said softly, announcing her arrival, “but it’s getting late and I have to get going.”

“Not before we sing Happy Birthday, please?”, Robbe said, already walking towards Yasmina.

“No, don’t worry about it”, Yasmina shook her head.

“Please, it’s only 5 more minutes,” Robbe pleaded, “think you can manage that?”

Yasmina nodded and turned around, walking back to where she came from, but before she could go any far she stopped and looked back when she heard Robbe saying he was tired and that Sander should carry him. And as the birthday boy wished, Sander caught Robbe in his arms and walked back towards Yasmina.

She couldn’t help but laugh at the silly boys in front of her and grab her phone to take some pictures. She managed to capture the exact moment Sander decided that his arms couldn’t take it anymore and dropped Robbe off on the ground, the picture becoming blurry with the movement, and the moment right after, when Sander and Robbe hugged and Sander whispered something in Robbe’s ear.

“Well,” Yasmina interrupted their little moment, “since you two are so disgustingly in love and I have my phone right here in my hands, say cheese”, she said, smiling.

Robbe and Sander smiled at each other and as Robbe turned around, with his arm still around Sander, Sander said, “Allee, poseer”, and kissed his cheek. Robbe managed a smile just as Yasmina clicked the button.

“Cute”, Yasmina said as she looked at the pic.

When none of them replied, she looked up and saw their teasing grins. “If any of you say anything about this I’ll say it’s not true and that I don’t know what you’re talking about”, she threatened jokingly.

They both laughed.

“Just send us the pic”, Sander said chuckling.

Right as Yasmina hit send she felt Robbe’s arm around her shoulder, dragging her back to the party so they could finally sing Happy Birthday. “Thank you”, he whispered to her. She nodded once, smiling, hoping he would understand she meant he would never have to thank her for things like these. He did.

So they went back to the party, Robbe walking in between Yasmina and Sander, with one arm around her shoulder and the other hand holding Sander’s hand that wasn’t occupied with his phone, probably editing the pics and posting somewhere.

It was a good night.

#wtfock #wtfam #sobbe fic #robbe x sander

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bijvoorbeeldja · 4 years

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never have I ever -- sobbe one-shot

inspired by the lovely prompt from @braimemystical! sorry it took so long, bb!

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Everyone was already a few drinks when Jana abruptly stood up from the couch, stumbling slightly with a laugh as Jens steadied her.

That weekend, they’d all been uninterested in attending any of the parties their classmates were throwing, instead migrating together to Sander’s apartment to talk and drink and probably, fall asleep on top of each other on the small couches before the night was over.

After Jana got up, she began pushing chairs and tables out of the way, turning the music down, and ushering everyone into a circle on the floor.

Sander had only recently moved out of his parent’s house, now living by himself in a one-room studio closer to his school and his weekend job at a local art gallery. Technically, Robbe still lived with his parents, but he was such a frequent visitor at Sander’s place, that he had his own drawers in the boy’s bedroom dresser, a spare toothbrush in the bathroom, and a side of the bed he preferred. While the apartment was still sparse, Sander had added his own artsy touches, including modern-style furniture and framed artwork of Robbe, which Jens and Moyo promptly teased him for when they first entered, jabbing him in the arm and raising their eyebrows.

Now, Jana was breathlessly manhandling the furniture, then grabbing a few nearly-full bottles of vodka as she plopped on the ground, announcing that they were officially starting a rousing game of “Never Have I Ever.”

There were a few groans as everyone shuffled from their comfortable positions. Robbe, who had been sitting on Sander’s lap nursing his second beer, whined as Sander slid him off his lap, setting his drink down and rubbing his hands together in excitement.

“Ooooh,” he crooned. “A game! Let’s do this.” He joined Jana on the floor, pulling Robbe with him, then starting to pour drinks into shot glasses she was lining up. Amber and Aaron joined them, hands still intertwined. Jens clapped Moyo on the back and they finally heaved themselves off the couch and into the makeshift circle on the floor.

“Okay, I’ll start,” Sander said, cracking his knuckles dramatically and stretching his neck as if bracing himself for war. He held up a shot glass, filled to the brim, liquid teetering out as he spoke.

“Never have I ever…” he bit his lip, thinking as he stared into the distance. Then he got a wicked grin on his face, glancing over at Robbe. “Never have I ever cried during Call Me By Your Name.”

“Sander!” Robbe shouted, shoving his arm, sending the liquid spilling out of his glass. “You were never supposed to mention that! It was one time! I had something in my eye!”

Everyone was laughing and Robbe blushed, his lips forming a pout that Sander reached over to kiss.

“It was so adorable, baby! I couldn’t resist! My sensitive boyfriend.” He purred.

Robbe palmed a hand over his face, as if trying to wipe the blush from his cheeks.

“Drink up, IJzermans!” Jens yelled over the noise.

Everyone watched in shock as Moyo, too, held up a glass, clinking it to Robbe’s as they both downed their shot.

“You, too, man?” Jens said, breaking out into a new bout of laughter that had him doubled over.

“It’s an emotional movie!” Moyo said, shaking away their teasing. “That shit caused some serious waterworks, man. I won’t even lie.”

Sander laughed between the kisses he was still planting on Robbe’s pouting lips, willing him to smile, which he finally did as Jens announced it was his turn.

“Never have I ever,” he began, thinking. “...sung karaoke!”

“Are you kidding?” Jana shouted, incredulous. “That’s like a rite of passage! We’re doing that for our next hangout, for sure.” She held up her glass before downing it, joined by Aaron, Zoe, Moyo, and Sander.

“How did you not know that?” Jens asked, smiling playfully at Jana. “Didn’t we date?”

“Oh, shut up,” Jana said, shoving him lightly. “Just because we hooked up doesn’t mean we know everything about each other.”

“Ooooh, drama!” Aaron cooed, clapping his hands excitedly. “I knew this game was a good idea.”

“On that note,” Jana interjected, still smiling, “I think it’s my turn!” She rubbed her hands together, bracing herself. She was looking off into the distance, thinking, then suddenly looked over at Robbe. “Never have I ever….have a crush on my best friend...of the same sex.”

Robbe’s eyes widened, a bright blush creeping us his cheeks. Everyone was oooooh-ing now, looking from Robbe to Jens, then excitedly to Sander.

“C’mon,” Jana urged, lifting her eyebrows. “Drink up, Robbe!”

“Okay, that was like years ago, Jana,” Robbe whined, gazing sheepishly at Sander, looking for signs of anger or hurt. “I was still figuring everything out and didn’t even know I had feelings for Jens!”

Sander was smiling, looking down with his tongue in his cheek.

“I can’t believe you had the hots for Jens,” Moyo said, shaking his head and laughing.

“Hey!” Jens yelled out, a look of mock-offense on his face. “What do you mean? Of course Robbe had a crush on me! I mean, look at me!”

Jana scoffed and rolled her eyes, while Aaron was shaking his head and rubbing his hands over his face. “We could’ve had a Broerrrs romance,” he said. “Wild.”

“Not even,” Robbe said defiantly. “Nothing was ever going to happen there. Obviously. The only boy I’ve ever been in love with — the only one I’ll ever be in love with — is Sander.” He looked desperately at Sander, searching for any sign that he was offended by the turn this conversation had taken. Sander eye’s were bright, sparkling at him.

“Awww,” Jana and Zoe squealed to each other. “That’s precious.”

“Watch out, Sander,” Jens teased, “I might come back to steal yo’ mans. You know he had the hots for me.”

“Sander,” Robbe pleaded, ignoring Jens. “You know that there was nothing between Jens and I, right?” He reached for Sander’s hand, who squeezed it back reassuringly.

“You’re about to get real drunk, baby,” Sander said then, smirking. “‘Cause it’s my turn.”

Robbe swallowed, blushing a deeper shade of pink, downing the punishment his last revealing “have I ever.”

“Never have I ever…” Sander began, still not taking his eyes off Robbe. “...begged for cyber sex five nights in row.”

“Daaaaaaaamn,” Moyo said, looking away and play-fanning himself with his hand. “It just got hot in here.”

“Sander!” Robbe hush-squealed at him, the second time that evening. “We are not going to talk about our sex life in front of everyone!”

“Drink up, IJzermans,” Sander said, wiggling his eyebrows. Robbe poured into his shot glass from the big bottle in the middle of the floor, then drank it quickly, still flushed. Sander licked his lips, watching him intently.

“Um, do we need to leave the room?” Amber said, embarrassed.

“Well,” Moyo smirked. “Apparently Robbe likes the virtual stuff, so…”

Robbe blushed again, looking down. “No, we’re going to behave ourselves now,” he said, quietly. “Right, Sander?”

“Speak for yourself,” Sander said grinning, while Robbe groaned.

“Oh-kay,” Zoe said, clapping her hands. Robbe mouthed a thank you at her from across the circle, grateful for the distraction. “My turn!” She rolled her glass between her hands, thinking. “Never have I ever...made a vlog.” She smirked at the broerrrs, lifting her glass, urging them to drink.

“Oh c’mon,” Aaron said, wincing as he swallowed down his shot. “You wish you could be as cool as us.”

Zoe scoffed. “You know, I really don’t.”

Robbe was already starting to feel warm and light, a combination of the alcohol — which he was disproportionately drinking in comparison to everyone else — and the baring of the dirty details of his relationship. He was not going to survive this game. Thinking this, he turned to look at Sander, who was gazing at him, licking his lips.

Oh boy, Robbe thought. Now he was even more woozy. Everyone else’s conversation and laughter around him was blurring and bubbling and Sander’s gaze was hot on him. He tugged at the collar of his shirt, aching for the relief of fresh air.

“....that rapping video?” He heard Jana say. “That was...wow. That was something else.” She busted up into a fit of laughter, Zoe and Amber joining in.

“What?!” Jens shouted. “That was one of our best!” More laughter erupted from the girls.

“Okay, okay, that’s enough,” Moyo said, quieting everyone. “I’ll remember this conversation when we’re famous.”

Jana scoffed and Amber shook her head.

“Who’s next?” Moyo asked, looking around, settling with a smirk on Sander. “Jack Frost? Got anything else you want to share about our boy?”

“Nooooo,” Robbe objected, slurring slightly. “No more from you, you hear me?” He shook his empty shot glass at Sander.

“Oh, like what?” Sander said, shrugging innocently. “I mean, you’d be surprised what Robbe has done….but then we’d be here all night and Robbe would be even more drunk than he already is.

More oooohs filled the room, and Robbe couldn’t take it. Loopy and overheated, he launched at Sander, tackling him to the ground and pressing a finger to his lips. “Quiet, you!”

Sander eyes widened, and he leaned up to kiss Robbe, his finger caught between their kiss.

Ooohs turned to ewwwws quickly as Sander started pulling Robbe closer, ignoring their friends around them as he connected their lips and refused to let go.

“Aaaaaand that,” Jens said, shifting to stand, “is our cue to exit.”

Everyone scrambled to escape the PDA, Jana doubling back with a hand shielding her eyes to grab the bottle of alcohol and run back to catch up with the exiting crew.

“Do you think I was going to let you just sit there looking so hot and suffer through talk about your crush on Jens?” Sander leaned up to whisper in Robbe’s ear, nipping it softly. “I needed to get everyone out of here. Fast.”

Robbe just pulled back, looking at him with heavy breath. Before he leaned down to give Sander a passionate kiss, he heard Jens yell from the doorway.

“Use protection, you two!”

#wtfock #wtfock fanfic #wtfic #never have i ever #finally finished this thank you for your patience #send me more prompts plz

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ravenbrenna09 · 4 years

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Jij Verliest - Chapter Eight: Clips 5-7

master list

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I managed to pull off one last wtFOCK Wednesday (please ignore the fact that it’s technically Thursday)

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Woensdag 12:39

Robbe: Hey Mama. How are you feeling today?

Mama: I’m feeling better. Work has slowed down a little so that’s helped.

Robbe: I’m glad to hear that. Are you still unsure about tomorrow?

Mama: I think that it’ll be good to have dinner with Sander tomorrow. If I’m not feeling good in the morning, I’ll let you know. But I think it should be okay.

Robbe: Okay :) Zoë wanted to come with Senne. Is that alright?

Mama: Yes, Zoë texted me earlier. I’d love to have everyone there.

Robbe: Sorry, I didn’t realize she messaged you. I haven’t seen her since this morning when she asked me.

Mama: It’s okay. She told me that Senne and Sander are roommates. I can’t wait to meet Sander.

Robbe: I can’t wait for you to meet Sander. He’s meeting the guys later today. I’m going to talk to him about tomorrow then. But if you’re not feeling well tomorrow, we can push it back.

Mama: Okay, sweetheart. Thank you <3 I love you.

Robbe: I love you too, Mama.

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Woensdag 17:36

“Hey, Robbe!”

It was Alicia, who was sitting on her spot behind the counter. On the other side of the counter, Sander and Britt were standing there, looking like they were about to step on a runway. As soon as the words left Alicia’s mouth, Sander was spinning toward him and pushing himself off the counter. He eagerly closed the distance to press a kiss against his lips. Even though Sander had stayed late after the stream, Robbe felt himself tipping toward Sander, gripping his shirt and unable to resist stealing another kiss.

“Are you ready to go?” Robbe asked, wrapping his arms around Sander’s waist.

Sander let out a sigh, resting their foreheads together. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Where are you guys going?” Britt asked.

Sander turned to her, his arms still securely wrapped around Robbe. There was a soft look on her face—one Robbe had only seen directed toward Jana, back before she found out that Jens and Jana were sneaking around behind her back—and the look made Robbe smile at her, which she returned. “We’re meeting the rest of the boys at a bar,” Sander said.

“Oh,” Alicia said, leaning across the counter. Britt eyed her with a soft smile on her face. “Is that why you’ve been anxious all afternoon?” The front door opened, letting in a gush of warm summer breeze. “Because I swear that you’ve been jumpy all day.”

“Who’s been all jumpy?” a woman’s voice asked. Robbe pivoted, expecting to find Emilie, but instead, he found a taller woman with dusty brown hair. It was pulled back in a braid over her shoulder. As she passed Robbe and Sander, she reached out to ruffle Sander’s hair and he shoved her hand away. The action caused Sander to coil further around Robbe, which he didn’t mind at all. “Ah, I see. It’s your turn.”

“Lilly,” Sander said, practically whining.

Lilly chuckled, her grey eyes spotting Robbe in Sander’s arms. “Oh, you must be Robbe, I’ve heard a lot about you,” Lilly said, smiling at him. He spotted Sander’s cheeks flush bright red before he buried his face against Robbe’s neck. She held out her hand and Robbe shook it. “I’m Lilly. I’m Alicia’s step-mother and I own a bar that Sander here—” She lightly shoved Sander’s shoulder and he responded by shoving her. “—frequents.”

“What are you even doing here?” Sander asked.

“Yeah,” Alicia spoke up, still behind the counter. “What are you doing here? I thought that we weren’t meeting for dinner until tomorrow.”

“Actually, I’m here because of Britt,” Lilly said, making a beeline for the girl still at the counter. Britt glanced up, questionably, before turning to her. “Emilie told me what happened with your parents and that you’re in need of a job. Am I right?

As Sander tugged on Robbe’s waist, tilting his head in the direction of the front door, Britt nodded. “Yeah,” Britt said. Alicia reached out to take her hand and Britt gripped it tightly. “I’ve been working at my father’s company, but he’s already made it clear that he doesn’t want me around right now.”

“Well, if you wanted to apply, the bar is about to start hiring bartenders again,” Lilly said. “You’d have to work at least one late night a week, but you’re always welcome to apply.”

“Really?” Britt asked.

“Of course,” Lilly said. “As Alicia’s girlfriend, you’re practically family.”

All too quickly, Britt’s face twisted, looking seemingly overwhelmed. But Robbe wasn’t sure. Even though he had known Britt for years, he had never seen that look on her face. Lilly stepped forward, wrapping Britt into a bone-crushing hug, and Britt sunk into it. Without releasing Alicia’s hand, Britt hugged Lilly tightly and pulled her close.

Alicia glanced over at the two of them and nodded to Sander. Robbe felt Sander nod against his cheek before he was dragging him out the tattoo parlor. Once they stepped outside, Sander grabbed Robbe’s hand and held onto him tightly. Robbe glanced at the parlor. “Is Britt going to be okay?”

Sander nodded. “She will be.” Robbe nodded, tugging Sander in the direction of the bar where they were meeting the rest of the Broerrrs. Sander followed him without question, keeping pace beside him and clinging tightly to his hand.

As Robbe walked down the street, holding his hand in his own, there was the nagging question in the back of his mind. It was the question about tomorrow with his mama, Zoë, and Senne. He found himself nervous as he tried to ask the simple question. What if he had waited too long and Sander had plans? What if Sander didn’t want to meet his mama yet? Glancing at Sander, he bit down on his lip and forced the words out. “Can I ask you something?”

Sander glanced over at him. “Anything.”

Swallowing, Robbe asked, “What are you doing tomorrow?”

Immediately, a confused look overtook Sander’s face before it twisted into a thoughtful one. The two of them continued walking, their joined hands swinging with every step, as Sander thought about it. “Uh, I work until about 18:00, but I’m off for the rest of the night. I don’t have any plans yet,” Sander said. His eyes focused back on Robbe. “Why?”

His stomach bunched up with nerves. “Well, I know that it’s last minute but tomorrow is Thursday…” he started before trailing off. Without meaning to, he clung a little tighter to Sander’s hand, but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, Sander squeezed his hand reassuringly. “I’m going to dinner with my mama and I was wondering if you—” Robbe glanced up at Sander, connecting their eyes again. “—wanted to come with me?” Sander’s eyes widened. “Zoë wanted to come with and she was going to bring Senne, so he’ll be there as well.”

“And your mama wants me to be there?” Sander asked.

“Yes, she does,” Robbe said. Sander squeezed his hand. “She’s been worried about meeting you on a bad day because she doesn’t want to scare you away. It’s why I didn’t ask you about it until today. But it is still possible that she wakes up tomorrow or goes to work and decides that it isn’t a good day. I just really want you to meet her is all and I know that you’ll love her—even if it is a bad day.”

“Robbe.” Sander’s voice was gentle and comforting and stopped his spinning mind in its tracks. Robbe glanced up at his worried green eyes and Sander gave his hand a squeeze. “Whether it’s tomorrow or next Thursday or the one after, I would love to meet your mama. But I only want to meet her when we are all comfortable. If she wants to wait until next week, we can wait.” He leaned towards Robbe. “We’ve got all the time in the world. I don’t want to rush it.”

Robbe smiled, tilting his head up so their lips slotted together.

It was quick and fleeting because Sander was pulling away. As Robbe stared at him, he let out a dramatic sigh and threw his head backward. “However, the same cannot be said for my father and step-mother. Both of them have been on my ass for three weeks now about meeting you.” Robbe laughed. “And they made it abundantly clear that you are invited to our family dinner on Saturday night.”

“Oh, am I?”

“Yes, you are,” Sander said. “They keep saying that I’m hiding you away from them, which is only about half true.” Robbe snorted, hiding his face into Sander’s shoulder. “So, what do you say, Mr. IJzermans? Would you like to come and meet my parents on Saturday evening?” Robbe beamed up at him as Sander added, “And Amber. But you already know Amber.”

“I’d love to,” Robbe said, squeezing his hand. “I can’t wait to meet them.”

“I can’t wait to meet your mama,” Sander said.

“She’s going to love you.”

Sander unlaced their fingers to wrap an arm around his shoulders. It was hot and the sun was beating down on them, but Robbe didn’t care. He leaned into Sander’s embrace without hesitation and Robbe wrapped an arm around his waist. Clinging tightly to him, Sander whispered in his ear, “They’re going to love you, too.” The thought made Robbe’s heart swell as they got closer to the bar.

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Woensdag 17:49

“Oh,” Sander said, a grin on his face as he recognized the place. “We’re meeting here.”

Robbe grinned over at him. “I want you to know that it wasn’t my idea.”

It was the bar where they had all met up when Jana was in town. It was the bar where Senne and Zoë had told their friends that they were back together. It was the bar where Sander had shown up after their therapy session and where Robbe decided that he wanted to know him a little better. It was the bar where Robbe found an excuse to talk with Sander outside.

Through the large glass windows, Robbe could see that all of his friends were there. Jens and Lucas had claimed the back table. Jens had one arm around Lucas, who was leaning against his chest. Aaron was probably telling some outrageous story, because he was moving his arms around erratically while Moyo was laughing beside him in glee. As Robbe opened the door to the bar, Sander trailing behind him, his friends looked up as the bell dinged.

“There you are!” Jens said. As Robbe guided them over to the table, he felt Sander squeeze his hand nervously. Robbe mimicked the gesture as the distance between them and his friends closed. Jens nodded to Sander before grinning at Robbe. “We were starting to worry that you had gotten lost!”

“And you were early today,” Robbe said. Jens shrugged nonchalantly. “I’m surprised. Especially when you and Lucas are together, you always end up being ten minutes late.”

Dropping his hand, Sander nodded at Jens before grabbing the chair where Jens’s feet were propped up. With a confused look on his face, Jens lowered his feet and Sander pulled out the chair. Robbe grabbed the chair next to Aaron, intending to sit in it, but Sander reached out, snagging his wrist. As Robbe’s look of confusion, Sander tugged on his wrist until he practically stumbled into the chair. Resisting the urge to roll his eyes—or kiss the breath out of him—Robbe climbed into the chair.

High-fiving Aaron, Sander climbed into the chair beside him.

As soon as Sander was settled down in his chair, Jens wasted no time in beginning to ask questions. Crossing his arms at the edge of the table, he leaned toward him and Lucas, abandoned, leaned against his side. “So, Sander,” Jens said. Sander raised an eyebrow as he waited patiently for Jens’s first question. “What do you do for a living?”

“Oh,” Sander said, looking shocked. “Did Robbe not tell you?”

Jens shrugged and Robbe mimicked his motion. “No, I don’t think we ever talked about it,” Robbe admitted.

Sander chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m a tattoo artist.”

“Shit, really?” Lucas asked, sounding interested.

“Yeah,” Sander said, beaming. “I’ve been working at this tattoo parlor since before I graduated from the academy.” Without even having to look at Lucas, Robbe could tell that his eyes were widening. “Once I graduated, I’ve been doing that as my main job but also accepting some commissions. Plus, I’m also a photographer.” If possible, Lucas’s eyes got wider. “Senne and Noor always joke about how I’ll be the photographer at their weddings. Same with Amber.”

Moyo chuckled. “Really? You’re that good?”

Sander shrugged and Robbe smacked him. He had seen the photos. They both knew how good a photographer Sander was. Still, he laughed as he looked at Moyo. “So they say.” Instantly, his face turned serious. “Though, I don’t know how it’ll work out with Senne… since I’m also apparently going to be the best man.” Sander nudged Robbe. “Think I can get you trained in a few years?”

Robbe shook his head. “Probably not,” Robbe said. Sander sent him a look of disbelief. “When we were on the trail and you had me take pictures, I didn’t know what the the hell I was doing—”

“I thought they were pretty good.”

“I still didn’t know what I was doing,” Robbe said, sending Sander a look. “Either way, you can always train Lucas—or help him, I guess.” Sander glanced over to Lucas, who had a look of bewilderment on his face for being called out. “Lucas is taking photography classes at university and I’m sure he would be happy to help out.”

“Really?” Sander asked, curious.

“Yeah,” Lucas said. He sent Robbe a look for directing the conversation toward him. “It’s just normal college classes—not like the classes at the academy or anything.” Sander chuckled. “But I’ve been trying to minor in photography. Originally, it was art but I took a photography class and fell in love. It’s been fun, though one of my professors nearly failed one of my projects.”

“Ouch.”

“Yeah, he said he didn’t understand what I was going for. For my final project of the semester, I had to redo it to showcase what I had learned since making it,” Lucas said. “It was stressful but I managed to pass the class. Sometimes, that’s all that matters.”

Robbed nodded. He had been there. “I still think you deserved a better grade than the first one,” Jens said.

Lucas rolled his eyes. “Yeah, but you’re my boyfriend. You always think that—”

As Jens and Lucas started bickering like an old married couple, Robbe turned to Sander. There was a playful smile on his face as he watched Jens and Lucas. As if sensing his gaze, Sander turned to him and smiled fondly at him. Reaching beneath the table, Robbe’s hand down Sander’s and he intertwined their hands again. Sander gripped it tightly, drawing patterns on the back of Robbe’s hand with his thumb.

“So, anyway,” Lucas said, placing a hand over Jens’s mouth. Even with his hand there, Robbe could still make out Jens’s muffled speech as he tried to pry Lucas’s hand away. “I’m always down to talk about photography.”

Sander laughed. “Good to know.” Using his free hand, Sander reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. As he typed in the passcode, he said, “When I’m stuck, I always tend to go out and photograph everything. Usually, seeing the world helps me with finding inspiration.” He pulled up a photo before handing the photo to Robbe. “And I actually ended up catching you guys in action one time…” he trailed off, scratching nervously behind his ear.

Robbe turned to the photo and his eyes went wide. It was Jens. In the photo, he was in the air, in the midst of a trick. Both him and his skateboard were off the ground. Robbe’s mind knew that he was in the middle of a trick. Yet the photo itself wasn’t blurry or showed any movement. It was like Jens had frozen in midair with no one around him.

“Wow,” Robbe said. Jens leaned over to see and promptly took the phone away from him. As soon as Jens straightened up, Lucas was looking over to see. Robbe turned to Sander, who still looked nervous. “That’s the best that Jens has ever looked in a photo. You must really be good.”

Jens kicked him beneath the table.

“Wow,” Lucas said. “This is amazing.”

Sander’s cheeks dusted a light shade of pink. “Thanks.”

“Of course it looks amazing,” Jens said. Robbe chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m in the photo.”

Lucas ignored him, moving to hand the phone back to Sander. When Moyo snatched the device from his hand, Lucas let them look. “What lens did you use to take it?”

As soon as Sander and Lucas launched into a complex conversation about camera lenses, Robbe instantly got lost. He tried to keep up, but it was difficult to do so. Once Jens leaned over to him, tapping his shoulder, all of the concentration that he managed to gather fell apart onto the floor. Robbe turned toward Jens, who whispered, “It looks like our boyfriends might spend time together taking pictures.”

Turning to Sander, Robbe stared at him. Even though he had been nervous the entire walk over, he didn’t seem as nervous anymore. His shoulders had long since relaxed and he was talking freely to Lucas, uncaring that only he and Lucas could understand the conversation. Still, Sander held his hand beneath the table and Robbe was becoming more and more insistent to hold onto it. Robbe turned back to Jens, smiling. “I’d be okay with that. You?”

For a second, Jens tried to keep his face neutral—to act like he wasn’t one way or the other, but it didn’t last long. His smile broke through the facade quickly and he didn’t try to hide it. “Yeah, I’d like that too.”

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

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dearjiminah · 4 years

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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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The Sobbe gamers friends-to-lovers series

So even the prompt request has smut in it so this is a warning! Don’t read after this line!!! And the prompt has some dirty talking

Imagine Robbe and the broerrrs at chipotle or something and Robbe gets a text from sander about how he’s gonna fuck him when they have date night later that evening and so when they get to ordering he lies and says he’s not hungry cuz he doesn’t want to eat a burrito before bottoming and his friends call him out because he was starving minutes ago until he finally says why and Jens breaks out laughing but it takes a while for moyo and Aaron to figure out what he means

“Fuck…” Robbe exhales, leaning against the wall already like it’s too much work to stand on his own, “I’m tired.”

Sander purrs, standing in front of him, playing with his hair, “If I say sorry I won’t mean it…”

This is a nice surprise. Robbe wishes he had it every day: a sudden pull while he was walking out of school, only to find Sander inside the bathroom, smiling so confident, checking every bathroom stall to make sure they were really alone before locking them inside of one, looking at Robbe in surrender while he pushed his bag out of his shoulder and fell on his knees, all at the exact same time.

Robbe blushes a little, holding Sander by the front of his shirt, pulling him even closer because it feels like they’re never close enough “What will my friends say when I tell them I’m suddenly not hungry anymore?”

Sander lifts his eyebrows while looking down, trying to create more space so they can stand flat against each other, he carefully pushes his bag to the back of the stall so it won’t be right under them. Sander has a plan. And he teased Robbe about it every time he would stop what he was doing to give Robbe another piece of the puzzle.

He was going to meet the boys outside when Sander pulled him inside the bathroom all of a sudden. They were going out to eat, and Robbe planned on going home after that, to check if Sander was home from his classes too so they could play a little bit of video game.

Robbe was missing him terribly, spending a week with him was like a small taste of what a perfect life would be. It was almost a daily event: Sander would always fall asleep while lying his head against Robbe’s stomach. He’s one of those that needs a little nap after lunch. He says it doesn’t happen as often when Robbe is not around. The last thing in his mind was that Sander would be here, inside his school, ready to keep his hostage for a few minutes, definitely not long enough to cure how badly Robbe misses him.

“That you’re a lucky guy with an empty stomach.” Sander kisses him softly, creating a line of kisses all the way to his cheek, “That you have someone missing you so desperately much, that this person wants you nice and healthy, not too full because you’ll...need a lot of energy later to spend with them.”

Robbe wraps his arms around Sander’s neck and he’s about to say fuck it, and ask Sander to go home with him already, meet his friends some other time for lunch, go home and introduce him to his mom just so they don’t have to say goodbye now when they could very well start their date night earlier.

“I can skip my classes today...we could play some video-game…” Sander whispers against his ear, biting it lightly, making Robbe close his eyes, scratching the back of Sander’s neck to ask him to keep doing that.

They move like a magnet, meeting in the middle for a sudden and heated kiss, pressing Robbe against the wall that moves a little with how hard Sander pushed him suddenly. The last thing they would do if they changed their plans would be play video games.

“Go see your friends before I keep you here forever. And text me what they think of your lack of hunger.” Sander squeezes his ass and smiles coyly against his lips, “I think it’s cute.”

Robbe pushes him back until Sander hits the wall on the other side, as far away from him as the tiny bathroom lets them be, and he opens the door, grabbing his backpack on the floor and drags it out the small space he has to leave the stall, throwing it over his shoulder once he’s near the sinks, adjusting his hoodie, “If you don’t want me here anymore you can just say it.”

Sander snorts, grabbing Robbe’s arm while he’s trying to escape and he pulls him closer a little too fast, crashing their bodies together again in the middle of the bathroom, not caring if anyone can come in and see it.

“I want you here all the time, me inside of you would be perfect.” He whispers and Robbe sighs, closing his eyes for a second too long.

“Okay...I really should go now.” Robbe kisses his cheek as best as he can while still feeling out of it, thinking about other things, stepping back and Sander holds his hand, his fingertips when he takes another step back, “My friend offered me a room at her place...maybe you could help me with the move next weekend if you’re not too busy...”

Sander smiles, unable to hold Robbe, and he sighs, not very excited to think about moving when they both want to be doing better things right this instant, “It’ll be my pleasure.”

“I’ll text you the address when she sends it to me.”

Sander finally grabs his bag too, opening the door properly so he can step out and join Robbe in the main area of the bathroom, “I’ll bring you a house warming gift…”

Robbe lifts his eyebrows and Sander laughs, “A very comfortable bed.”

“Don’t spend your money on me.”

“I want to.” Sander steps closer, with that hoarse voice and Robbe steps back, stumbling over nothing on the floor.

“Just take your sweet, handsome, sexy body and help me and that’ll be enough.”

“I miss you already.” Robbe rushes to give Sander one last kiss, walking away too fast and Sander can’t hold him, push him inside and lock the door. He can only watch Robbe finally walk away, the old door taking some time to fully close, letting Sander watch Robbe turning his phone back on, looking over his shoulder at Sander and smiling.

“Thought the toilet had swallowed you.” Jens complains, and Robbe laughs because someone else did. He adjusts his bag on his shoulder.

“Sorry, I had to take a call…”

Moyo looks at him, really looks at him, frowning as deep as he can, trying to find something that Robbe doesn’t understand.

“Is that a secret code for you to tell us you were sharing a handjob with your boyfriend over the phone?”

“What?! No!”

Jens makes some fake sounds like he’s about to puke, walking around to breath a little bit and Robbe rolls his eyes.

“You’re so horny, bro! I get it!” Aaron nods his head like they’re aren’t talking about handjobs like it’s a mundane sobject.

“I wasn’t doing that! Who do you think I am?”

“A horny dog that now has a boyfriend.”

Robbe shakes his head, trying hard not to think of what he was actually doing.

“I’m not gonna eat but I’ll keep you guys company.”

Now they all look at him, and Robbe knows he won’t be able to pull this one off that well. He can’t bring himself to care that much about it though. Sander is still inside the school, and he’ll meet Robbe later. And they’ll spend the whole night doing far better things than a quick and dirty session in the school bathroom just to get their more desperate hormones out of their way. They’ll take their time, and have to keep each other quiet so his mom won’t hear them and ruin everything.

“You were starving ten minutes ago! Complaining for hours about how you wanted to eat.”

“I know…” He looks around. “But while I was on the phone I had a little snack so I can wait until I get home.”

Moyo rolls his eyes, not caring about his excuses because they are all hungry now. So they start walking to the nearest fast-food place and Jens bumps into Robbe when they’re almost there and Robbe looks at him, noticing how slow Jens is walking suddenly. He changes his pace too and soon they’re a good five, six feet away from Moyo and Aaron, talking loudly about something, always looking like they’re fighting when they’re just talking.

“You had a snack in the bathroom…while on the phone, huh?”

Robbe laughs with the way he says it, and he feels himself blushing, avoiding to meet Jens’ curious eyes, he keeps looking forward.

“Yes…?”

“Sure, Robbe. Yeah. A little snack and a conversation on the phone can really give you that I-just-came face. Yeah, right.”

“What the fuck?! I don’t have an I just came face!”

Jens sighs loudly, and he puts his hand on Robbe’s chest, stopping both of them.

“Bro, you have shit on your pants.”

Robbe freezes, looking down, pulling his jeans everywhere to look for what Jens is talking about. He overheats instantly when he notices there’s nothing there. He didn’t check when he left the bathroom because...Sander was sure to clean everything. With his mouth.

“Now you do have an I just came face.”

Robbe pushes Jens away and starts walking again.

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

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kartoffelblume · 4 years

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Vds Week Day 5 - First meeting

Part 1/2

Part 2

Someone for more than one night

Jens is drunk. This isn't really a surprise - he came here to party, to drink a little, spend some time with his friends and maybe meet someone new.

The last few partys - the first ones of his career as a college student, were a success.

He left almost all of them with a pretty lady or a good looking guy in his arms - accompanied by Robbes eye roll and Moyo and Aarons cheer.

But this time it's different.

Not that there's no one catching his eye, quite the opposite really. But the guy leaning on the wall on the other side of the room, laughing with his friends is definitely not someone to bring home for only one night.

Instead of being confident and bold like usual Jens heartbeat gets louder when his stares are met with incredibly blue eyes.

The guy raises one eyebrow in question and then turns back towards his friends, answers their questions with a shrug.

"What are you doing, bro?"

Moyo shakes his head with a smug smile.

"Have you suddenly lost all your game? Go and talk to him!"

Well, this would be a pretty good idea if Jens would be able to walk over there in a straight line. If he would trust himself like this. But instead he feels like he might regret this tomorrow if he ruins it.

On the other hand the alcohol gives him new confidence, makes him forget about all the what ifs, all the things that could go wrong.

So he makes his way over.

By now he isn't even sure if the warmth in his belly is from the alcohol or the excitement but he doesn't care.

Once he's over there - still no idea what to do while three pair of eyes look him up and down - he almost gets nervous. But then the alcohol takes over and he just throws his arm around the guy standing next to him.

"Hey, how do you guys feel about coming over for a beer pong tournament?"

Surprisingly this idea works out amazingly - the tallest of the three guys cheers and starts introducing all three of them.

Jens instantly forgets the names again but he nods along anyway.

Well, part of why might be that the boy he was eyeing earlier is even prettier up close.

Those curls look like they MUST be touched and his skin looks soo soft.. Maybe he could just reach forward and carefully... Nope, not a good idea.

Instead he tries to listen to the taller of the boys again, his name was something with a "K"... Maybe.... Kev? Kell? Kas? No idea.

When they walk over to where his friends still stand, the guy that's still under Jens arm starts talking.

"Weird - I thought you came over to us to make a move on Luc!"

Luc.... Pretty name.. Very pretty...

Jens holds his finger in front of his mouth with a loud "shhh! Don't tell him!" what just makes the guy break out in laughter.

Once they stand in front if the broerrrs there are even more confused stares. Only Robbe is distracted - he is talking to a really pretty white haired guy.

"Beer pong tournament!"

Jens announces loudly, getting Robbe to turn towards him.

"Come on, all of you, the Beer pong tables are free right now!"

And off they go.

They make four teams of two, two teams play against each other and then the winners of each game play against each other for the finale, the losers of both games play for the third place.

And somehow, Jens suspects it has something to do with the guy he talked to earlier - Aiden? - he ends up with the incredibly beautiful boy.

He's like... Soo beautiful. Jens has to be careful to not stare at him too much, but looking at the boy makes him want to take a picture. Or to learn to draw. Maybe he could write a song....

Okay, enough cheesiness. Not that the beer pong tournament was on purpose but they definitely have to win.

The first round is against Robbe and the guy he talked to - by now he introduced himself as Sandra. Sandra.. Wait, isn't that a girls name? But who's he to judge...

First step: search for weaknesses.

Jens eyes the both of them carefully as they are arranging their cups.

They talk while doing so, the taller of the two boys is apparently making a joke because Robbe starts giggling.

And then Jens finds it - the weakness. The way that Sandra guy looks at Robbe when he laughs, like he's the most wonderful thing he's ever seen. He definitely has at least a crush. This could be helpful.

He exchanges a short look with Luc who seems somehow irritated and then goes for the first throw.

He misses.

Cursing he steps back to let Luc throw his ball, watching closely how he gets in position, how he concentrates on the cups, and throws right in the middle one.

"Yess!"

Jens holds both of his hands up for a high five, and is met with a beautiful grin when Luc turns towards him. Just wow.

Sandra quickly empties the cup while Robbe gets ready for his throw.

Jens gets as close to their cups as possible to be ready but Robbes throw is far enough off anyway.

But then, when Sandra gets in position Jens gets ready to distract him. He meets his eyes and raises his eyebrows. But Sandra just ignores him.

The ball bounces off on the edge of the cup.

This time he lets Luc throw first, their arms brush when Luc reaches for the ball. Jens is sure if there was no music his heart would easily be heard.

This time Luc misses by far.

But on the other side Sandra misses this time because Robbe is standing to close to him.

Jens and Luc are a surprisingly good team - especially since Luc manages to get quite a few cups.

When the opposing team only has one cup left, Jens and Luc still have three, there are a few rounds without a single hit.

But then - luckily Jens gets the last one in, cheering loudly.

They high five each other and for a brief second Jens thinks about just pulling Luc in for a kiss. His lips look so soft. But that would be a bit early.

They sit down on the side while the second match starts, Lucs friends against Moyo and Aaron.

Instead of watching Jens turns towards Luc who seems to concentrate on the match.

Jens lets his eyes wander over his features. Soft curls, a defined chin, a little mole over his upper lip. His face seems so delicate and strong at the same time.

Then Luc seems to feel his stare, looks over and meets his eyes.

"Hey" his lips form softly.

"Hey"

Jens doesn't know what else to say but he doesn't turn away.

"You never told me your name."

Oh, he completely forgot.

"I'm Jens"

A loud cheer from Moyo and Aaron make them turn towards them shortly but instantly after Jens eyes are met with that incredible blue again.

"You study here?"

Jens nods.

"Yep, just started this fall."

Luc nods slowly.

"Same"

He smiles a little and Jens can't help but to lean forward a little.

"You're beautiful."

It wasn't on purpose, it just escaped his mouth before he could think.

Luc scrunches his nose in confusion, the little freckles on his nose dancing.

"Thank you?"

"Oh shit I didn't mean to... I'm not usually this drunk"

This makes Luc laugh, a warm open laugh.

"Yeah, I figured"

Jens can't help but to join in his laugh.

"So what do you study?"

Luc asks once they've calmed down, his eyes curious.

And just like that suddenly it's easy. Jens talks about studying music, about how much fun it is and how challenging at the same time and Luc tells him about art. About how both of them aren't that different, are options to express things that couldn't be said with words.

Way too soon someone calls their names, they are up for the next round against Kev and Aiden.

#wtfock #skam nl #Vds #van der stoffels #vdsweek2020 #This is all over the place #Sorry for that #The second part gets a little better though #But in this Part I somehow hot lost describing a beerpong tournament #Hope you enjoy 💛#Day 5

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peaceoutofthepieces · 4 years

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Sink Or Swim

tag list: @cleocc @feeling-kinda-so-so @hopelessromanticvirgo @dreamy-slytherin @adora8 @lockerfivethreefive @painfully-oblivious @poeticinemaa @hischbabe @suckerforsobbe @tayspots @starmansander @theah0lt @zoenneforever @invisibleme @chibibanane

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Friday, 20:02

Songs: ALMA - Chasing Highs; Topic ft. A7S - Breaking Me

Lucas is on a high.

He’s also maybe just high. Just a little bit.

He’s spent the past four hours with Jens. Smoking, and skating, and talking and laughing and together. Jens had taken him to his favourite cafe after school to avoid having to split up to get dinner, and Lucas only realised his intentions when he whipped his phone out to snap a photo of the food in front of him. A week of knowing him, and he’s already introduced Lucas to his most cherished tradition. He hadn’t made much of a deal out of it, beyond a wink towards Lucas and a simple, “Voilá. Vettige Vrijdag is your last round of initiation. Welcome to the Broerrrs.”

It was good food, and Jens had seemed pleased with how happily Lucas wolfed it down, and with only some wheedling, Lucas also managed to get dessert out of him. Jens buying him a smoothie was enough to send his heart soaring, and Lucas is on cloud nine after the first hour.

Only, it doesn’t stop there.

They followed up by going to the skatepark, because it’s Jens’s hangout of choice. They had spent two more hours racing each other down the ramps with laughter ringing between them, both landing on their asses on more than one occasion as they tried to one-up each other. Still, neither could find it in themselves to voice a single complaint. They’d even attempted to go down the slope at the same time, hands latched onto wrists, only to end up sliding in opposite directions and collapsing together in the middle.

Lucas’s stomach and throat still ache from laughing, but in the last hour they’d soothed it over with the bottle of beer Lucas had bought them and the blunt Jens had been hiding. Lucas had spent the whole time trying not to focus too much on the fact that they were sharing, Jens’s lips on the same place his had been not even a second before. He’d spent the whole time trying not to focus on Jens’s lips in general, wrapped around the bottle, blowing out a gentle stream of smoke. Talking to Lucas. They’d spent the whole time talking. Joking and teasing and explaining. Lucas had told him about Kes and Jayden and Isa and the others, as well as a few things about Utrecht in general. Jens had told him about the Broerrrs and his sisters and Antwerp in return, listing all the places he has yet to take Lucas. He hadn’t asked Lucas any questions or pushed beyond what Lucas was willingly telling him, and Lucas could only express his gratitude by extending the same thoughtfulness and teasing him a little more.

He’s been managing the smoking and the drinking and the laughing and the talking. It’s the touching he can’t quite deal with.

The whole evening, there have been small instances of contact. Elbows knocking and arms bumping and hands brushing. Light punches to shoulders and claps on the back and grabs of wrists. Never much, never long, never anything but innocent and friendly. Always burning, always surprising, always something. Leaving Lucas with a constantly stuttering heartbeat.

Now, walking into the party with Jens’s arm tossed casually over his shoulder, Lucas is on a high.

Amber greets them at the door with a cheerful smile, pecking them both on the cheek before ushering them inside. Lucas keeps his own hands stuffed in his pockets and lets Jens steer him through the house, following Amber, who leads them directly to the Broerrrs before disappearing back to her post at the entrance. For a party that has just started, it’s already fairly full, with a small group of people in each corner, spread out along the walls, with a few brave souls already dancing around the center of the room. Moyo and Aaron have managed to claim the sofa. They sit watching the couple heavily making out on the armchair across from them, Aaron with a studious expression and Moyo with a face of mild disgust.

Lucas and Jens share a look, and their laughter comes quiet below the sound of the music. It’s still just enough to capture Moyo’s attention, who gives out a small cheer when he catches sight of them.

Jens pushes Lucas forward first, setting his hands on his shoulders with a wide grin. “I’ve only managed to grab him for an hour, so enjoy him while he’s here.”

Aaron finally drags his attention over at the sound of Jens’s voice as Moyo frowns. “What? Why only an hour?”

“I’m going home after. I really should have left after school, but—” Lucas eyes Jens’s grin and returns it with a smile of his own, “—he’s persuasive.”

Jens happily tugs a lock of his hair before finally letting him go and perching himself on the arm of the couch next to Moyo. “Where’s Robbe?”

“Ditched us. Do you ever pay attention at lunch man?” Moyo raises a brow at him.

Jens heaves a sigh. “He couldn’t have just brought Sander with him?”

Moyo shrugs, shaking his head, before tapping Lucas’s leg. “It’s chill. We have this one instead.”

Lucas grins down at him and just manages to sidestep the kick Jens aims at his ankles. “Glad I’m a good second choice.”

“No way, you’re definitely first choice,” Moyo snorts. “At least you’re not ditching us in an hour to go make out with your boyfriend.”

Lucas can’t help the way his eyes flit to Jens, just for a split second. He can’t help but hide a smile when he realises Jens is already looking back. He looks around them for a distraction and eventually comes up with, “Amber has a pretty nice house.”

“Oh, it’s not hers,” Aaron says, and Lucas and Jens turn to frown at him. “She’s the host, but it’s Luca’s house. Amber didn’t have a free house.”

As Lucas nods in understanding, Moyo suddenly bounces to his feet, causing him to take a startled step back. “Okay, newbie. As a show of solidarity and to cement this friendship, you’re not gonna let me dance on my own, right?”

Lucas gives him a wide-eyed look. “Dance? Oh, no. Sorry, but no. I do not dance.”

“Everyone dances,” Moyo rolls his eyes. “Some people just do it better than others. And you’re pretty, so if you suck, no one cares. Like Jens.”

“Hey,” Jens butts in, literally kicking Moyo’s ass with a quick stretch of his leg. Then he slides to his feet, too, as his lips slip into a challenging smirk, and Lucas understands that he’s in trouble. “Then I’ll only dance if he does.”

He nods at Lucas, and Lucas bites back a groan. He can’t seriously be suggesting what Lucas thinks he’s suggesting. Surely, he can’t be.

“There you go.” Moyo looks much too excited, now. “Come on, you gotta come dance with your two new best friends. It’s bro code.”

Lucas raises his brows, not feeling swayed. “Since when is dancing bro code?”

“Since I became your bro and I’m asking you to dance,” Moyo shrugs.

Jens waves a hand and purses his lips in agreement, as if it’s that simple. It isn’t, until Jens heaves a sigh and sets his hand on Lucas’s shoulder another time, giving him a tiny shake. “Come on, Utrecht. I’m only all yours for another hour. Offer won’t come again.”

Lucas is almost tempted to say ‘good’ and leave it like that. It’s just that...well, the offer may never come again. He knows if he said no, the moment would move on, and Jens would either sit back down with him or be coerced into joining his friend anyway. Lucas would either be left to talk to him more or to watch him, and both sound like fairly appealing options.

But doing it with Jens is suddenly a hard offer to pass up.

Plus, it’s for Moyo. Bro code. Lucas should stick to that, right?

“I thought I’d already completed my initiation,” he complains anyway, giving Jens a pointed look.

Jens just gives his shoulder a squeeze. Lucas feels the touch right down to his toes. “Think of it as...a bonus challenge.”

Lucas can’t help it. He snorts.

It’s enough for the boys to know they’ve won. Jens releases a quiet cheer as Moyo outright whoops, and then he’s being dragged into the middle of the small crowd with a persistent hand on each arm. Lucas only groans once as he lets them pull him along, belatedly wondering how Aaron managed to escape their torture before realising he’s escaped the room entirely. Off to find his girlfriend, Lucas realises, understanding. Lucky.

The people around them part enough to leave a small circle of space, and Moyo starts moving instantly, falling into an easy rhythm. Jens isn’t long joining him, and while his movements aren’t quite as smooth, Moyo is right in that it doesn’t matter. There’s more movement in his head and shoulders than in his legs, but he manages to look good even next to Moyo. Comfortable.

Lucas does not feel comfortable. Everyone else’s limbs feel too close. The music is suddenly too loud to actually listen to, more of a pulse than an identifiable score. The room is too dim and too bright all at once, the ridiculous disco light in the corner making his vision blur red.

“Come on, no just standing there,” Moyo coaxes, and Lucas awkwardly shuffles on his feet, too tense to move the way they are.

Moyo chokes down a laugh and goes to move a step closer, but before he can judge him any longer, a girl with dark bangs and deep red lipstick appears next to him with a smile. “Hi,” she greets cheerily, setting a hand on Moyo’s arm and giving Jens a wave.

Before Lucas can worry about introducing himself, Moyo is asking her if she wants a drink and disappearing from the floor. Lucas lets out a sigh of relief, thinking he’s been let off the hook, and then Jens is stepping right up to him and grabbing his hands. He shakes his head with a cheeky smile, already beginning to rotate Lucas’s arms in some form of a dance. “Nuh-uh. I can see you getting ready to run. But I gotta see this now.”

“Jens,” Lucas warns, though he does nothing to pull his hands away. Jens is so close, so warm in just his red sweater, the heat seeping right through Lucas’s grey one.

He steps even closer, swaying as he goes, and moves his mouth to Lucas’s ear to speak over the music. “Just relax, Luc. Trust me. Okay?”

Lucas can do nothing but nod and hope Jens doesn’t notice how his breath hitches and his cheeks redden. Jens entwines their hands easily, fingers slipping through the web of Lucas’s, and Lucas’s heart gives a sharp stutter as Jens’s breath washes over his cheek.

Jens begins to exaggerate the movement of their arms, pushing and pulling back and forth at their sides, twisting to the rhythm as he does so. Urging Lucas to do the same. Lucas still can’t manage to do much more than tilt his shoulders back and forth in time with Jens, hoping he doesn’t look too ridiculous, not used to this in the slightest. Kes and Jayden aren’t big dancers, either, and they usually stay out of this, unless they’re incredibly drunk or high or both and intent on joking around.

It’s different, looking stupid in front of Jens, who apparently can’t look stupid even if he tries.

He seems to notice that Lucas’s stiffness isn’t easing up, and pulls back, extending their arms between them. He tugs Lucas back in and pushes him away again, and Lucas finally feels a laugh slip out, that only intensifies when Jens guides him into a spin. Lucas lets himself be twirled under Jens’s arm, unable to stop his giggles, and he comes back around to find Jens grinning. Pleased with himself.

Lucas raises a brow and then mimics his movements, lifting his arm and dragging Jens’s with him, pushing forward until the other boy is forced to twist around. Jens spins with slight dramatics, but when he comes back, he drops Lucas’s hands. Lucas doesn’t even have half a second to be disappointed before Jens is right back in his space and settling his hands on his waist.

“Relax,” he murmurs again, and now he’s really, really close. Lucas is gearing up to tell him there’s no way he could possibly relax now, but his shoulders are already drooping, his hips following the guide of Jens’s hands. His body reacting automatically to Jens’s command, the combination of his voice and his touch, and well, that’s interesting.

Lucas’s heart surely shouldn’t survive beating this fast. He’s surprised he hasn’t fainted already, with how quickly his blood must be rushing.

He sets his hands on Jens’s shoulders, because he isn’t sure what else to do with them and he needs the balance. Jens doesn’t seem to mind, keeping them moving, smiling with his face only inches away. “There we go. Now you’re getting it.”

“I absolutely am not,” Lucas snorts, but he’s smiling too. Uncontrollably.

“You are,” Jens insists. “A foal on his new legs, but he’s getting the hang of them pretty quickly.”

Lucas shakes his head, grinning, giving the other’s shoulders a light push, regretting it instantly when Jens actually steps back. Still, he keeps his hands on Lucas’s waist, ensuring he keeps moving. It’s only now, with a bit of breathing space, that Lucas remembers where they are. He remembers the people around them, right next to them, Moyo probably only gone to the kitchen, Amber and Luca and Aaron hovering around somewhere.

He takes a quick step back, doing his best to be natural about it. To not make it appear so sudden and fearful. He doesn’t want to make things weird with Jens. More than anything, he doesn’t think he could handle being teased and watching Jens easily shut them down. He’s sure he just imagines the way Jens’s expression falls for a moment, thinks it must just be minute surprise at the adjustment, because the smile returns to his face just as quickly as it had slipped. He’s dancing into Lucas’s space again in seconds, though now he keeps his hands to himself. Now he lets some of that familiar silliness creep back in. Pulling a face, bottom lip tucked between his teeth, swiveling his head to the beat, utterly ridiculous. Lucas allows himself to laugh at him as he keeps up his own awkward swaying movements.

It’s then that Moyo comes back, alone, cheering at the sight of Lucas finally putting in some effort. He immediately joins in on Jens’s antics, shimmying up to their sides and still coming across as oddly talented.

Lucas surprises himself by having fun, but they make it easy. He even manages to pick up a few steps Moyo insists on teaching him, executing them even better than Jens, much to his chagrin and Moyo’s amusement. They don’t last long, though, barely making it ten minutes before Moyo is collapsing back into his seat on the sofa and Jens is perching on the arm again. Before Lucas can just plop himself down on the floor, Jens gently grabs his wrist and pulls him forward. He sits sideways to allow Lucas to sit on the spot in front of him, propped up against Jens’s leg. Lucas smiles back at him gratefully and ignores the flutter in his chest.

Aaron has returned with Amber and Luca already, Amber comfortably tucked into his lap while Luca has taken up residence in the armchair. She winks at Lucas when he catches her gaze and Lucas grins back, sticking his tongue out at her.

They strike up an easy conversation, full of Luca and Moyo bickering as Aaron laughs along. Lucas allows himself to relax, focusing on Jens’s heavy breathing behind him, still cooling down. After a moment, Jens puts a hand on his back to keep him steady as he slips out from behind him. When Lucas looks up at him questioningly, he simply raises a brow. “Beer?”

Lucas nods, and Jens ruffles his hair before going, slipping around the mass of people and out the doorway. Lucas shifts back into his place, leaning his elbow next to Moyo’s head, and tries to catch up on the conversation.

It only takes a few minutes, however, for Luca to pull him into it anyway. “You’re already ditching us? And here I was thinking we had something special.”

Before Lucas can respond, Moyo snorts. “Jens said the same thing, so get in line.”

Lucas flushes. Luca just points at Moyo, undeterred. “Jens can kiss my ass. I was here first.” She looks to Lucas. “You still like me better than Jens, right?”

Lucas hesitates, lips parting as he searches for what to say. He can’t exactly tell her the truth, which is that he already isn’t sure there’s anyone he likes more than Jens.

Moyo is already cackling next to him. “He hesitated.”

“No,” Lucas rushes to deny, but he can’t quite prevent a small smile from slipping through, and Luca’s jaw drops in disappointment.

She heaves a sigh, shaking her head. “Whatever. I’ll never understand you boys. One day, you’ll come to your senses. One day.” She winks at him again, and Lucas can’t help but laugh, grateful for the soft smile he spots underneath her teasing.

“No, you’re still my fave, Luca,” he ends up reassuring, smiling wide as Moyo laughs again in response.

“Don’t let Jens hear you say that then. Where’d he go, anyway?”

He directs the question up at Lucas, and Lucas shrugs, looking towards the door as if Jens will magically appear. “Just to get a few drinks.”

“What, back in Utrecht?” Moyo laughs. “How fucking long does it take? I bet he saw a pretty girl and forgot all about it.”

Lucas frowns at that idea, feeling suddenly unsettled. Restless, at the realisation Moyo could very well be right. Jens has every reason to go off with whatever pretty girl he runs into and forget all about Lucas.

He rolls his eyes to mask this particular thought process, patting Moyo’s shoulder as he pushes himself up. “I’ll go check and get something myself.”

Moyo nods in acknowledgment and Lucas is off, slipping easily through the small crowd in search of the kitchen. Luca’s house really is nice, the walls all painted in neutral tones and the floors modern, doors clean cut and smooth, not yet worn by decades of age. Lucas only checks one before finding the kitchen behind the next, only to instantly stop in his tracks.

The kitchen is fairly full, groups packed around to talk and laugh in the quieter space, almost all with some type of alcohol in hand, but it’s easy to pluck Jens out of the mass. He’s off to the side of the table, two beers already in hand as he talks animatedly to a girl with long auburn hair.

Jana.

Lucas watches as Jens laughs at whatever she says in response, and then Jana is pulling out her phone and wrapping an arm around his neck, pulling him in until they stand cheek to cheek. Still with massive grins. Both breathtakingly beautiful. The picture perfect couple.

Jens doesn’t step away from her after, just twists his head to look at her and say something else, and Jana tosses her head back and laughs and Lucas’s heart drops into the pit of his stomach.

Before he has even thought about it, he’s making his way back to the other room to collect his coat. He registers Moyo’s concerned glance and questioning, asking where Jens is, and Lucas mutters out an ‘I don’t know’ as he shoves his arms into the sleeves. At Moyo’s further questions, he manages to mumble some excuse about a text along with an apology, followed by a louder goodbye to the whole group before he’s gone.

He almost forgets that he has to walk home and he isn’t really sure where he’s going. The streets at least aren’t too dark, lit up by various streetlights, but it is cold. Lucas pulls his phone out of his pocket and opens his maps, typing in what he thinks is the address of his apartment with shaking fingers. His head is spinning, even though the only substances he’d consumed have long since worn off. His chest gives a sudden heave as he turns off the street, and then his eyes are prickling, and he feels more stupid than ever.

This is almost worse than his years-long infatuation with Kes. At least he’d known Kes for years.

He’s only known Jens a week. Has been his friend for even less time. He’s barely been given a chance to even set their friendship in stone, yet.

Yet here he is, about to cry over him already.

At least now, he’s completely ready to go home.

He fishes out his key once he makes it to the apartment, and it takes him a few tries to get it in the lock and jiggle it open. His nose and cheeks are frosty and surely red, and his hands are numb from having to carry his phone, but at least he didn’t get lost. He’s prepared to go straight to his room to collect his bag, but he isn’t prepared for the sight of his father in the kitchen, waiting for him at the table.

Lucas stares at him as the door falls shut and his father stands, taking a few quick steps to close the distance. Lucas just has time to register the anger in his expression before something is being shoved in his face.

It takes another moment to realise it’s his weed.

“What is this?” Hugo demands. “The slamming doors and ignoring me isn’t enough, so you decided to become a stoner too?”

Lucas can only blink at him.

The man snaps his fingers in front of his face, voice raising. “Answer me, Lucas. What the hell is this? Where did you get it?”

Lucas’s mouth is dry. He has to coerce the words out. “Why the hell were you even in my room?”

His father releases an incredulous <i>ha</i>, tossing his hands up in exasperation. “Nothing, Lucas. Nothing I’m saying is getting through to you! This is hard for everyone involved, but if you think I’m letting you off the hook with the pity card you are out of your damn mind. Is this what you hoped to do, going to live with Jayden? Get out of your mind on drugs?”

He waves the small bag in Lucas’s face, and Lucas scoffs, shoving his hand away. “It’s weed. You wouldn’t even get glanced at at home for carrying that around.”

Hugo drops his hand back to his side and stands up straight, staring at Lucas like he’s never seen him before. Lucas feels suddenly queasy. The pressure returns to his chest all at once, intensified by a dozen, and his breath hitches as he feels the panic creeping up. Don’t, he thinks. Don’t be ruined.

“If you think I’m going to tuck this into your pocket and send you off because it’s just weed, you can think again. What’s going on? This isn’t you, Lucas.”

“How the fuck would you even know?” Lucas demands, the pressure making his voice crack as it builds behind his eyes.

Hugo just shakes his head, filled with a disappointment he shouldn’t be capable of feeling. Since when does he care enough about Lucas, or have enough faith in him, to be disappointed? Since when does he have any faith at all?

“You can just stay here for the weekend then. Right here, in your room. Consider the same rule applying for the next week, and however long after that it takes for you to sort yourself out.”

No, Lucas thinks desperately. The thought is pleading, but he refuses to let his expression waver.

He knows it’s useless.

He marches to his room without another word and makes sure to slam the door behind him. His hands find their way to his hair and give a grounding tug as he leans back against the wood, cursing under his breath.

His phone pings in his pocket, and he doesn’t have the strength to immediately dig it out. He’s sure Kes is asking if he’s on his way, and Lucas doesn’t want to tell him that he can’t come at all. That the only plans he’d been looking forward to are canceled indefinitely.

He shrugs out of his jacket and kicks off his shoes before crawling onto his bed still fully clothed, pulling his phone out of his pocket. He holds it above himself as he thumbs open his messages.

His throat tightens when he realises the notification had been Jens.

jensrolt: hey, Moyo said you left already? I was serious about walking you! have fun this weekend though. don’t miss me too much.

Lucas tosses the phone aside and pulls his pillow over his head.

#van der stoffels #vds #wtfock #skam nl #sink or swim #vds season fic #sos clip

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pduwd · 4 years

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Sundays:

Sundays are usually happy days for people. They can be lazy and relax before the week starts. But for Luc and Jens, Sundays are the worst.

Most fridays, Jens takes a train to see his curly and blue eyed charming boy.

He loves spending the whole weekend with his boyfriend, even thougth the broerrrs tease him too much about it.

But he knows they're happy for him. And Robbe always make sure he doesn't feel bad thanks to the teasing.

Some weekends they go out with Lucas' friends, they go to the cinema, to the skate park.

But this weekend it has been raining a lot, so they're staying inside the whole weekend.

They spend some time baking with Lucas' mum. Because she adores Jens and "Luc, I know you missed your lovely boy but you can't have it all for yourself!!"

Saturday night the rain calms down a bit so they go to the garden with a huge blanket and they just cuddle while listening to the soft rain.

But then rain comes back and they need to hurry up. Jens starts teasing Luc because "come on, you're soo romantic. Don't you want a kiss in the middle of the rain?" "But I don't want us to be sick, and my mum would kill us both if we go inside with wet clothes. Sure you don't want to lose the favourite child tittle thanks to that, baby"

So they leave it for another time. Maybe when Luc goes to Antwerp for the next weekend.

After a wonderful weekend, sunday arrives. Lucas woke up early in the morning to make his mum's breakfast. He's been on his own world with Jens so he wants to spend a bit of time with her too. She is going to hang out with her friends for lunch so she kisses her in the forehead leaves, making Luc promise he will give a goodbye hug to Jens for her.

Luc and Jens spend the whole day in bed watching some films and kissing.

They just want to enjoy every minute they can have together. Because Jens will leave today so they need to kiss each other to make up for all the love they couldn't give for the whole week.

Usually Lucas is the one who shows how sad this makes him feel. And Jens tries to make jokes just to see his boy smile again. "Luc, hey...we can do it. Friday will be here so soon you'll see. We can handle it. Could you imagine Robbe and Sander being appart for the whole week? Weak lovebirds, I'm telling you!!" " but they're so cute together!!!" "Yeah, but they make me miss you even more and it's not fair!".

Jens has been so quiet for a bit. They're watching a film but he doesn't seem like he's paying attention. So Lucas lays on him and rest his chin on Jens chest while he looks at him.

He starts making sad faces so Jens tells him what's happening. But Jens doesn't say anything.

He doesn't want to make Lucas feel sad by saying that he's quiet because he can't handle not being together everyday.

Jens wants to be there for his lovely boyfriend everyday. He wants to go to highschool and find him there. Or not having to make plans 6 days before going to each other. He wants to be able to surprise Luc showing up at his house in 5 minutes. But he could never do that. He can't take a train to do that because "what if Luc is not at home? What would he do alone there?".

He just wants to have Lucas nearer but he knows it's not possible yet. And they're both happy living where they live. They have friends and family. Any of them would ask the other to leave that just to live a bit near. They could figure out something in the future.

But he doesn't say anything, he's just lost on his own thoughts.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Lucas says after seing Jens eyes get teary. "Hey, I'm here. You can always talk to me".

He leaves a long and soft kiss on Jens chest, where he feels his heartbeat, to make sure Jens knows he's here for him.

Then he hears a sob out of nowhere, breaking the sound of the rain. Jens couldn't handle it anymore.

But Lucas is there for him. So he just kisses his chest again and then puts himself on Jens side. They sit on Lucas bed and Jens just hides his face on his own sweatshirt. Lucas' heart breaks a little too much seeing him like this.

He runs his fingers through Jens' hair and whispers softly "can you let me see those beautiful eyes of yours? Please Jens, you can't leave me without those cuties". But Jens doesn't move so Lucas needs to try again, he wants to make his boyfriend to feel happy again. "Hey...I'm here. Look at me, please. It's okay, Jens. But please, look at me".

So Jens finally lets his sweatshirt down and Luc can see his tears. " I don't want this. I don't want to miss you for the whole week. I can't Luc, I can't" and his voice breaks.

Lucas put his hands on his cheeks and touch them softly. Then he kisses his tears away and Jens crashes on his arms, putting his head on Lucas' neck.

Lucas won't stop whispering reassuring words while he runs his hands through Jens' back and hair. Eventually Jens falls asleep. After that Lucas calls Robbe.

Hopefully Jens won't have so many classes on monday. Robbe is happy to hear Lucas. He's been trying to call Jens the whole day to tell him that rain caused trouble at highschool and they won't have class until tuesday. Lucas asks Robbe if he can tell Jens' parents that he's staying one they more. He knows Jens' parents love him but he can't stop feeling shy about it.

After talking a bit with Robbe to know how's he doing he focus on Jens. He looked so calm sleeping on his arms...

He looks at his beautiful angel sleeps until he falls asleep too.

Lucas' mum find them sleeping together when she comes back and she doesn't have the heart to wake them up. She'll ask in the morning what happened with Jens' train.

When they wake up, they promise to be open about how they feel. "Jens, I know you do it to protect me from being sad but you can talk about this too. You're allowed to miss me and feel upset, but don't hide it from me. I'm here, baby".

Then, the moment arrives. He needs to leave with the promise of seeing each other next weekend.

They kiss until the train really needs to leave.

Jens finds a little note on his backpack when he arrives at home.

"Maybe you realise you're missing something (appart of your gorgeous boyfriend), but I hope that what I left makes up for it.

On tuesday, a blue eyed boy wears a red sweatshirt too big for him while he joins highschool building. In Antwerp, Jens Stoffels is wearing a jean jacket. One jacket that you could recognise immediately if you knew Lucas van der Heijden.

When Jens put his hands on the pockets, he realised Luc had hidden little drawings on them. So whenever Jens find them, they make him smile.

Lucas is with Kes when he hears a message from his phone. A picture of one of his drawings. And then "I love you so freaking much". Gosh, he couldn't wait for the next weekend.

#van der stoffels #vds #jens stoffels #lucas van der heijden #lucas vdh #thank you Natalie for encouraging me with this🙈#my writing💙#lucas x jens

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ghosttotheparty · 4 years

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cotton candy skies always look better in person

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The truth is, none of Jens's friends knows what happens on Thursdays.

They'd stopped pestering him years ago (although they started for a bit again when Aaron joined the group), and it just became accepted as one of his Things, one of his trademarks. Toothpaste, greasy food, and the fact that he fucks off to God-knows-where every Thursday after school are some of the things he's known for within the group.

Not even Robbe knows. Robbe, who knows close to everything about Jens, save for a few things, including what the fuck he does on Thursdays.

It's not that he's ashamed or embarrassed, he's not.

But really, he'd rather his friends see him in a hoodie and on a skateboard than in pink tights, holding on to a barre.

So yeah.

Every Thursday, Jens the skater becomes Jens the ballerina, like some sort of superhero transformation. That's why he declines to hang out with the Broerrrs after school, even if there's the promise of cute girls wherever they plan on going. (Jens never tells them that there are plenty of cute girls where he goes, too.) (Not that he ever actually checks them out; he's too busy keeping track of the music.)

None of the other dancers go to his school, and none of them live in his neighbourhood, so he never worries too much about someone coming up and greeting him when he's out with his friends. Just to take precautions, though, he had told his friends, the few he had at the studio, "If you see me in public, don't greet me," and they'd laughed, but shook his hand as a deal. Thursday dance practise is a secret.

Of course, he didn't only practise on Thursdays. He'd gotten a barre installed in his room when he was fourteen, and coincidentally, that was around the time he'd begun making excuses for his friends not to come over until it became another unspoken agreement: they don't hang out at Jens's. He supposed he could have said it was Lotte's, but that wouldn't have explained it being in his room. He'd decided not to risk anything.

Jens has thought of ways to tell the about the ballet. 1) Just invite them over and when they ask about the barre ("Why do you have one of those ballet things in your room?"), just tell them ("Because I do ballet."). 2) Stage it like a coming out. ("I have to tell you guys something.") (Jens will have to do that too, he figures, eventually, but that's a problem for another day.) 3) Invite them to a recital. Tell them to dress nicely, actually nicely, and tell them where to go at what time. Jens likes this choice the best. It was mysterious, cryptic, maybe a little weird, and maybe he should have them see him actually performing, instead of letting their imaginations wander to little girls in pink slippers and skirts upon hearing the words "I do ballet."

He still hasn't done it, of course. Three recitals have gone past since he came up with the idea, and truth be told, every time he walks out of the theatre, bouquet from his mother in hand, face almost covered in stage makeup, he is absolutely terrified that he'd going to walk into one of them. There's always a text message the night of a performance, an excuse to not chill with them: Sorry, I can't I have to babysit Lotte I'm just gonna take it easy tonight Can't, my mom needs me a heavy pit in his stomach every time, like one of them is going to call him out on his bullshit. But luckily, the recitals weren't on a tight schedule and were spread out enough on the calendar that none of them noticed a pattern.

After practise, he always changed into jeans or sweatpants and a hoodie, his tights and two pairs of slippers stuffed deep in his duffle bag, under an extra hoodie and his water bottle. He knows that even with all evidence of ballet hidden in his bag, it'll still be hard to explain him standing outside a dance studio, talking to people still in dance attire, and carrying a bag if one of his friends (or worse, someone from school who definitely won't keep it a secret) were to see him.

It's rare that he doesn't completely change into street clothes after practice.

But tonight, with Moyo's drunken texts, and everybody's Instagram stories full of flashing lights, plastic cups, and music so loud you can barely understand the lyrics, Jens figures it's safe.

He throws a hoodie over his long-sleeved leotard and runs a hand through his hair absentmindedly before pulling socks on over his tights and slipping on his sneakers. Standing, the hoodie reaches his mid-thigh, and he tugs it down when it hikes up as he pulls his bag over his head. After pulling his pointe slippers on his bag, he makes his way to the exit, putting a thin gold hoop through his ear lobe. He always takes it out before practice, not wanting it to get caught on a girl's tights.

The air is cool outside, enough that he shivers slightly in his thin tights. He scans the sky for a second, admiring the pastel blue and pink, the kind of colours he'd see at a baby shower, before pulling his phone out of his pocket. There's a text from his mother, "On my way," sent a minute beforehand. He runs a hand through his hair again before shoving both hands into the pocket of his hoodie, shrugging the cold off his shoulders.

"Jens!"

He startles at Damien's voice and then makes his way to where he's standing, leaning against the wall of the studio building. Damien is a sweetheart; he'd offered to hide Jens if he sees any of his friends after practice. And he could. Damien is bigger than one would expect a ballerina to be, but the way he picks up the girls in practise and tosses them looks almost effortless.

"Hey." Jens bumps his shoulder against Lena's, who is standing facing Damien.

"Fucker." She turns and hits him, a reaction possibly a little dramatic for his greeting, Jens thought, but he giggles and shoves her hand away anyway.

"All's good?" Jens asks as he holds his hand out to Rosa.

"Yeah, you?" She slaps their palms together and their fingers hook for a second before they both let go.

"Yeah."

This is the four of them: Damien, Lena, Rosa, Jens: a group of assorted souls that only match in the studio.

"You're going out tonight?" Rosa asks Lens, jerking her chin up at her.

"Yeah, what makes you ask?"

Rosa points at her face first, before looking her up and down and pointing at the rest of her. Lena usually didn't put her makeup on, her big, winged eyeliner, black lipstick, and thick, heavy-looking false eyelashes, nor did she get dressed, with her fishnets and all her ripped fabric, after practice, unless she planned on going out.

"Right."

They all laugh, Damien a little too loudly, like always. It's part of his charm.

Jens straightens his back, his arm lifting off of Rosa's shoulder, and stretches, groaning quietly.

"You good? Tough practice?" Damien asks, amused. He was supposed to help Jens stretch today, and he may have pushed him harder than usual.

Jens groans again, lifting his middle finger to Damien, who snickers.

"I'm out of here," Rosa says, looking up from her phone. She blows a stray curl out of her face.

"You don't love us anymore?" Jens asks innocently, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. She snorts, digging her fingers into his sides, and he yelps, pushing her back.

"My brother's here, idiot." She kisses Damien's cheek, stretching up as he bends down, and does a handshake with Lena. "See you next week."

They wave as she skips down the sidewalk and gets into a car.

"Damien, you should ask her out," Lena says loudly and flatly as the car drives out of sight. Jens can't help but agree. Damien and Rosa have been dancing around their feelings for each other for years. (Pun intended.)

"She doesn't like me like that," Damien replied, exasperated.

"She just kissed your cheek." Jens looked at him, equally exasperated.

"But-"

"Just do it, dipshit," Lena interrupts, smacking his shoulder.

"If I came here just for you guys to harass me..." He trails off as they laugh and glances at his phone as it buzzes. "Actually, I do have to go, I have to watch my brother tonight."

Lena grunts in disgust and holds her hand out to him. He takes it and lets go, bumping their fists together, before turning to Jens. They do the same.

"Later, buddy." He watches as Damien walks away, his ballet slippers swinging from his bag with every step.

"If they don't figure their shit out soon, I'm gonna come up with a scheme," Lena says after a second.

Jens snorts, elbowing her, and faces forward again. He catches sight of a teenage boy leaning against the wall of the convenience store outside the studio. He must have been hidden by Damien's form because Jens doesn't remember seeing him there before.

For a moment, his heart drops to his stomach in a panic, thinking it's one of the guys or someone from school, but when the boy lifts his head from looking at a camera he's holding, Jens calms, not recognising him.

They make eye contact, Jens and this boy, and Jens feels like his heart rate picks up and slows down at the same time. His eyes are blue, and intense blue, blue like Jens has never seen it, and one of them is covered partially by a lock of curly hair. They stare at each other for so long it's beginning to be weird, even though it doesn't feel weird.

"Is your mom coming to get you?" Lena's voice startles him out of his trance, and he looks at her, breaking his eye contact with the boy.

"Yeah, if she ever comes." He pulls his phone out of his pocket to see if there are any notifications (there are none), feeling the boy's eyes burn into him.

"You know I can always give you a ride home," Lena says, oblivious to the feelings ripping through Jens's body. She holds up the keys to her motorcycle, dangling them between herself and Jens.

"No, thanks," he says. It's suddenly difficult to talk.

"Don't know if you're scared or if that's your 'no friends outside the studio' rude."

"Hm." They narrow their eyes at each other, teasing.

Their staring contest is broken when Lena's phone buzzes, and she fishes it out of her pocket. Jens glances at the boy when she does. He's looking down at his camera.

"Well, you won't be getting a ride anyway, because that's Elsa." She sticks her phone back in her pocket. "I gotta go."

"You love your girlfriend more than me?" Jens feigns hurt.

"Yes."

"Oh, okay." He holds out his hand and they shake, bumping their fists together. She leans in and presses her cheek to his.

"See you next week," he says.

"Bye, babe."

As she walks away, Jens turns to look at the boy with the camera. He's looking at him too, a slight smile on his face. They stare at each other for what feels like both hours and seconds until the boy slowly lifts his camera and points it at Jens. Jens tries to suppress his smile, but can't, and it creeps across his face until he's practically beaming, and the camera flashes. The boy lowers the camera, looking at the screen, and looks back up, flashing Jens a grin and a thumbs-up.

Jens shoots him a wink and looks away as his phone buzzes, pulling it out of his pocket, seeing a text from his mom.

"I see you"

He looks around and catches sight of her car just across the street. Putting his phone back in his pocket, he sends the boy one more smile and makes his way to the car, suddenly self-conscious in his tights as he jogs across the street.

As they drive away, Jens sees the boy look back down at the camera.

#this was supposed to just be a drabble but #idk how long its gonna be yet itll probably be longer than i meant it to be #anyway #lots of original characters my apologies #van der stoffels #vds #vds week #jens stoffels #lucas van der heijden #lucas vdh #jens and lucas #jens x lucas #lucas x jens #cotton candy skies #cotton candy skies always look better in person

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