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birthdaysentiment · 2 years

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Do you picture robbe & sander as tattoo guys ? Like do you think they'd get tattoos or like them ?

uhhh anon, i love this question! the short and simple answer is yes! but I've never been a person that gives short and simple answers (oh well... sometimes i do, but you know what I mean hehe)

sander definitely has that tattoo vibe, and in another universe i'm sure he has some himself. i imagine sander getting his first one after he got diagnosed, because he wanted to do that for himself, maybe as a reminder that he has the control, and that his mind isn't (... if that make sense). i'm hundred percent sure it's a bowie related tattoo as well, that he gets as his first one. i think the lightning bolt came later, so maybe his first one was a quote from bowie or some lyrics that he connected with. after that first tattoo sander fell in love with them! i don't see him as someone having as many as... harry styles, but he has a lot, mostly small ones that all symbolize something for him, that connects him to something and to someone. maybe he's working on a bigger piece for him to get tattooed one day... he's just waiting for the right moment to do so

robbe doesn't give me as strong a tattoo vibe as sander does, but in another universe i'm confident robbe has a tattoo as well. idk why but i don't necessarily see robbe as the biggest tattoo lover, maybe because he never saw himself as the type to get tattoos (even though there aren't specific types of people who gets tattoos, but yeah you know lol), so i don't imagine tattoos as being something robbe considered or thought about much before meeting sander. when robbe fell in love with sander and seeing the art on his body, he got a better understanding for it. tattoos are art that people let their bodies carry, because it meant enough for them to get it permanent on their skin (... okay a bit too philosophical lol sorry). anyway, when he saw and understood the meanings of tattoos for sander, it inspired robbe to get one himself... and he of course wanted sander to draw it. i imagine robbe getting something that has the same meaning as his necklace, something that reminds him of something or someone important in his life, something that can symbolize the same love and comfort. maybe it's something specific or something more abstract, that only he and sander knows the meaning behind... and i kinda really like that idea

so it wouldn't surprise me if robbe and sander got matching ones, not the same ones, but tattoos that matched in a way they match. maybe its a figure, that transforms into something else when joined, or maybe they have a part of a quote or a lyric each, that gets completed when joined too. i imagine robbe and sander tracing each others tattoos, placing small kisses on them whenever they feel like it. i imagine their matching tattoos, and their own as well, as being something intimate for them, something they share together, that brings them even closer. and yeah... i'm hundred percent sure sander got a tattoo a place he knows robbe likes... maybe at his collarbone, above the line of his underwear or yeah something like that hehe. so i definitely picture robbe and sander as tattoo guys (with different vibes), and i'm sure they have tattoos and that they like them... especially on each other hehe <333

#cille's asks #cille's random sobbe thoughts #another essay no one asked for #wtfock #wtfam #sobbe

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peaceoutofthepieces · 2 years

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you were my crown

chapter 10

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Jens hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Lucas.

This was not exactly anything new, but the shift in the manner of his thoughts was what brought him concern. Wanting to take care of Lucas was nothing new. Even wanting to do so in the privacy of Jens’s room, to lock him away somewhere he’d be comfortable and protected, was not an unfamiliar feeling.

Wanting to hold on to Lucas, to keep him safe in the crook of his arms and the hollows of his heart, was a frighteningly new sensation.

Jens, as the prince, was used to being somewhat lonely. The royal family had subjects, comrades, allies. They didn’t have many friends. Jens had gotten lucky that Senne and he genuinely got along well. It was convenient that Moyo and Aaron were his and Robbe’s age and the children of nobles his mother trusted. Robbe himself was a borderline miracle, and he’d eventually brought Jens Sander, too. Jens was lucky, and he would never claim otherwise. He knew the gift he’d been handed in each of these relationships and he would fight tooth and nail to keep them all.

He clung onto all the people in his life with a tight grasp, but none of them compared to how desperately he desired to keep Lucas.

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#van der stoffels #vds #wtfock #skam nl #prince!jens au #vds royalty au #ywmc #4 chapters and an epilogue left!#next chapter will be a special vds-only one :)

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drowsyiris · 2 years

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Told you I was thinking things,, so here’s the teeniest drabble of Sander braiding Robbe’s hair

“How do you even know how to do this?” Robbe asked, careful not to move too much.

“Miss Frida” Sander replied.

Robbe rolled his eyes, grateful that Sander couldn’t see, “Why did Miss Frida teach you how to plait?”

This time Sander tugged on the braid in warning and Robbe had to bite back the urge to moan.

“She taught all of us, said something about how it helps fine motor skills or something. She probably just couldn’t be bothered to braid her own wigs and made us do it and made up a reason why it’d be useful in an art class”

Robbe hummed in response and settled back onto Sander’s legs, letting the other boy continue braiding his hair. Each time Sander tugged at his hair to make sure the braid stayed tight he had to bite his lip to hold back any noise he might make.

Instead, Robbe thought about how he had even ended up in this situation. He knows it was because of the comment he made earlier, about how his hair was really starting to annoy him and how he wished he could just get rid of it. Sander had dropped to his knees and begged Robbe not to cut it, Robbe had just laughed at Sander, pressing a kiss to his bowed head and asked Sander what else he expected Robbe to do, which made Sander light up before dashing from Robbe’s room. When he had returned it was with a bunch of items pilfered from Zoë’s room, which had led them both to this.

A poke to his shoulder made Robbe zone back in and register that Sander had finished plaiting his hair. He carefully moved his hand up to his hair and trailed his fingers over the pattern Sander had made.

He didn’t know what it looked like but he knew he loved it.

Robbe moved so that he could turn and sit facing Sander, once he was comfortable he pressed a kiss to Sander’s cheek and whispered a small thank you into his shoulder. He smiled when he felt Sander’s arms wrap around his waist and pressed himself in closer.

#sobbe #sobbe fic #wtfock sobbe #sander driesen #robbe ijzermans #I saw that gif and was like ‘okay but what if sander did more than just tug on robbes hair’#might continue this and make it smutty #somehow #who am I kidding #those two were made for smut

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ao3feed-sobbe · 10 months

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A Safe Place In All Universes

by anna_driesen2121, viola_player1

Words: 11699, Chapters: 1/21, Language: English

Fandoms: SKAM (Norway), WTFock | SKAM (Belgium)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Isak Valtersen, Even Bech Næsheim, Robbe IJzermans, Sander Driesen, Even Bech Næsheim's Parents, Isak Valtersen's Parents, Robbe IJzermans' Mother, Sander Driesen's Mother, Jonas Noah Vasquez, Mahdi Disi, Magnus Fossbakken, Jens Stoffels, Aaron Jacobs (WTFock), Moyo Makadi, Milan Hendrickx, Eskild Tryggvason, Balloon Squad (SKAM), Boy Squad (SKAM), Girl Squad (SKAM), William Magnusson, Christoffer Schistad, Adam Malik, Elias Bakkoush, Mikael Øverlie Boukhal, Yousef Acar, Mutasim Tatouti, Eva Kviig Mohn, Vilde Lien Hellerud, Chris Berg, Noora Amalie Sætre, Dr. Christiane Kejer, Morten Tyndal, Professor Troels Vassdal, Dr. Storskagen, Dr. Timmermans, Dr. DeSchryver, Dr. Willems, Dr. Goossens, Dr. Markus Svindal

Relationships: Even Bech Næsheim/Isak Valtersen, Sander Driesen/Robbe IJzermans

Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Falling In Love, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Sickfic, Memory Loss, Loss of Identity, Explicit Sexual Content, Implied Sexual Content, Romance, Angst and Romance, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Travel, Assault, Homophobic Language, Psychological Trauma, sander driesen BPD, Even Bech Næsheim BPD, Bipolar Disorder, Psychologists & Psychiatrists, Reference to period film, Weddings, Marriage Proposal, Recovery, reliving past experiences, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Unresolved Emotional Tension, Friends to Lovers, Established Relationship, Mother-Son Relationship

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maimishou · 1 year

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Thoughts on wtFOCKDOWN

I just finished wtFOCKDOWN not too long ago and, putting the format aside, it’s kind of pointless? Yeah it progressed the plot to an extent, but for the most part it’s just kind of a bunch of fluff.

The most significant thing to happen is Zoë getting back together with Senne. This is a pretty significant change because that usually doesn’t happen until the end of Sana’s season and if they’re getting together now that should impact Yasmina’s season. The fact he never left is already significant itself but the fact they’ve gotten back together already even moreso. If they keep that storyline for season 5 it’s going to be really weird because it doesn’t make sense.

The next biggest thing is that Jana is moving to New York. I say next biggest because unless they plan on replacing her with Kato (Please don’t confirm or deny this.) I don’t expect it to actually happen. Otherwise it’d be the most significant thing to happen. While I’ve mentioned my expectations I’m still interested in seeing how this storyline pans out.

Finally the least significant thing, but still important, was Robbe and Sander’s plotline. It helped show how far Robbe has come as a character and how he feels more comfortable in his sexuality. I’ve seen a few criticisms of them showing the cybersex but I’m not sure I agree with them? Yeah there’s an argument about it being fetishized and how the characters being teenagers makes this creepy, but it honestly wasn’t that explicit and was about as explicit as other sex scenes in Skam. It could’ve been cut and nothing of value would be lost which is why I say it’s not as significant as the other two, but I don’t have a problem with it.

Tomorrow I start Kato’s season. I’ve heard less than pleasant things about it, but let’s see how it goes.

#wtFOCKDOWN #wtFOCK #Skam Remakes #Skam

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jackfrostsander · 2 years

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Happy 21:21 to Robbe being a drama kid! 😍

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39783285/chapters/99603426

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ravenbrenna09 · 4 years

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hold me close - comfort

Title: hold me close

Square Filled: comfort

Ship: Sander Driesen and Robbe IJzermans

Trigger Warnings (if applicable):

Created for @skamevents

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This is my work for the comfort square of the BINGO card. I know it’s been a while since I’ve managed to complete one of these (the Friends with Benefit prompt in my drafts is screaming), but my recent battle with my own stress in terms of my math test(s) managed to manifest itself into Robbe being stressed about a math test so *shrugs*. But, I hope you guys enjoy!

(don’t worry, it’s only 2k words)

AO3

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Robbe had been eerily quiet all day. He hadn’t even responded to Sander’s message about how his test had gone today.

Sander knew that his boyfriend was studying for his upcoming finals. When he focused on schoolwork and especially on studying, he always tended to be silent anyway. But, Sander had a feeling that crawled beneath his skin and made his stomach sink. With every short text back, his stomach only continued to sink further in the pit of his stomach and his brain was focused on Robbe, not on the piece in front of him. By the time that lunch had hit and Robbe had only responded to him briefly, Sander was worried. Robbe always threw himself too far into his studying tactics and Sander knew the toll that it took on him.

Pulling out his phone, sitting across from Noor in the café, he saw that Robbe hadn’t responded and his fingers moved to his chat with Jens, the one that he rarely used, and he sent him a text.

Sander: Is Robbe okay?

It didn’t take long to respond.

Jens: He’s definitely stressed. He went home after today’s test to study some more.

Jens: He’s got his math test tomorrow, I think.

Sander: Okay, I just haven’t heard from him.

Sander: How did your tests go?

Jens: Mine went okay. And, don’t worry. I’m sure he’s just studying.

But, he was worried.

Especially since his math test was tomorrow.

In their late-night calls, in which Sander would spend the majority of the time either drawing Robbe or trying to convince him to sleep, Robbe had mentioned that this math exam was on Thursday and how nervous he was for it. Even between all of his other studying, he would stop working on whatever subject and switch to math. When the problem wasn’t behaving like he wanted to, he would get frustrated and upset and all Sander could do was watch from another side of the screen, try to calm him down and remind him that he needed to take a step back.

Sander: Are we still meeting for a little bit after class?

When Sander had checked his phone, before the start of his final class for the day, he saw that his message hadn’t been read. As soon as his final class had dismissed them, Sander was already half-packed up, portfolio under his arm, and out of the room without hesitation. Normally, he hung around and talked to his professor or the model, sometimes until Robbe would come in and pull him out. But, Robbe wasn’t standing out in the hallway and his bike wasn’t locked up in their place.

Without thinking, just worried about him, his feet took him in the direction of Robbe’s apartment. It wasn’t far from his school, maybe a little out of his way to his house, and he was halfway up the stairs to the building when he nearly ran over Robbe’s mom, who was headed out of the building and ruffling through her purse, in his haste to make sure Robbe wasn’t pushing himself. The woman was dressed for work, or maybe she had just gotten home from work, her long brown curls pulled up in a ponytail, and she beamed up with him in a smile that Robbe had inherited.

“Sander!” the woman spoke cheerily. “Robbe’s up in his room. He’s studying for his test. Are you staying long? I’m going to the store and then I’ll make us all dinner!”

“I don’t know,” Sander admitted, feeling anxious and restless to get to Robbe. “But, dinner sounds wonderful.”

“Okay, well, you know where the spare key is. I’ll be back soon.”

Then, the woman was gone, turning the bend to the store, and Sander was racing across the lobby to the stairs, taking them two-at-a-time. The IJzermans apartment was on the second floor, right by the stairs. As soon as Sander reached the door, the brass 26 shining on the front, he fished out the spare key from the garden pot outside the door, where he had put it the last time he was over, and opened the front door with ease.

His eyes lingered on the familiar surroundings of Robbe’s brown jacket on the hook, his tennis shoes on the floor beneath it, and his keys on the table. Sander toed off his black converse, his eyes darting down the hallway to Robbe’s open room, and placed his portfolio on the floor beside it. As he shrugged off the lightweight jacket that he had worn in place of his leather jacket, moving to hang it beside Robbe’s, he heard the floorboards creak beneath his weight and Robbe say, “Mama? Did you forget something?”

Robbe stepped out into the hallway, running a hand through his messy hair, and Sander felt his heart break a little.

His boyfriend’s eyes were tired and worn. Even beneath the green hoodie that hung on his shoulders and the sweats that he was wearing, he could see that Robbe’s shoulders were slumped and stiff. His entire body seemed on edge and his eyes darted across Sander’s entire face and form as he questioned, his voice displaying the tiredness that he felt, “Sander? What are you doing here?” Before Sander could say anything or move to wrap his arms around him, he saw the realization in Robbe’s brown eyes and he let out a string of curses, running his hands over his face, “We were supposed to meet up.”

“Robbe,” Sander spoke, stepping forward.

“I’m sorry,” Robbe continued hurriedly, his words partially slurring together as he made a beeline into his bedroom. Like a moth drawn to a flame, Sander followed him, trying to reach out to touch him but Robbe was a step ahead, moving in the direction of his desk where his phone was. “I’ve been studying and I didn’t check the time and-”

“Robbe, you don’t have to apologize,” Sander cut off, stepping forward to hold him in his arms. He wrapped his arms around Robbe’s shoulders, pulling him back against his chest. Robbe let out a sigh, leaning back into his embrace as his head tilted down to look at his phone. From his spot over his shoulder, Sander could see the names of the texts that he had missed and he could feel Robbe get tense beneath his arms. “Baby,” Sander spoke, leaning his cheek against Robbe’s shoulder.

“Hmm?”

“You need to take a break.”

“I can’t,” Robbe spoke, dropping his phone down on the desk. It landed on a binder, sliding down until it hit the floor (and thankfully didn’t shatter), but neither one of them moved to pick it up. Robbe moved to his desk, his right hand moving through his notes at a frantic pace, but his other hand moved to overlap with Sander’s hand on his shoulder, gripping onto Sander’s long fingers tightly. “I still have so many notes to look through. Plus, I still need to do the practice problems from three sections and that’s not even counting the review problems I should look back over.”

“Robbe.”

“And, I have to at least look over the midterms at some point,” Robbe continued, his eyes darting all over the desk in front of him. Sander stepped forward, so their bodies were flushed together, and he could feel Robbe’s body momentarily relax. “He tends to repeat problems so looking over the midterms will help me when he pulls a problem similar to that on the final.”

“Robbe,” Sander whispered. “How long have you been studying?”

“Since I got home.”

“Which was?”

“Uh, around 11, I think,” Robbe admitted.

“Baby, it’s past 16:00,” Sander spoke. “You need to take a break or you’re going to overwork that beautiful brain of yours.”

“But, I can’t stop, Sander!” Robbe spoke, his voice louder. He flinched out of Sander’s arms, his shoulders shaking as he leaned over the desk. His hands gripped tightly onto the edge of the desk, his knuckles turning bone white. Trying to give Robbe the space that he needed, he took a step back but he ran a hand across Robbe’s back, trying to soothe him, trying to offer him some method of comfort. “I can’t stop. I feel like I haven’t learned anything and I can’t remember what to do so I need to study.”

“No,” Sander whispered, running a hand across his back. “You need to take a break.”

“Sander,” Robbe spoke, turning towards him. There were tears prickling the corners of his eyes, tears of frustration, and Sander nearly started weeping at the sight. Robbe was one of the smartest people that Sander had ever known, but to see him doubting himself so drastically, to see him pushing himself so hard that his brain was shutting down, hurt his heart. Robbe continued, his words streaming together, broken and wet, “I can’t stop studying because I don’t understand what’s going on. Every time I look at the page, I feel like I’m finding something else that I don’t understand. It’s like I haven’t seen it before! And, I have a test tomorrow morning and I need to do good or I’m not going to pass. At the very least, I need to memorize the formulas so I can use them-”

Robbe cut himself off, a sob ripping through his body. The tears slipped past the rim of his eyes, slipping across his cheekbones and down his jaw. Robbe squeezed his eyes shut, trying to hold the rest of them back, to stop himself from crying completely, but Sander stepped forward again, cupping the back of his head and pulling the smaller boy flush against him.

As soon as Sander’s arms were wrapped tightly around him, another sob was ripped from Robbe’s mouth, his tears starting fresh again, soaking the fabric of his t-shirt. Robbe buried his face into Sander’s shoulder, trying to muffle the sound of his own cries and sputters as Sander tried to soothe him, clinging to the back of Robbe’s head. Robbe’s hands moved to the back of Sander’s t-shirt, gripping it tightly in his hands. He rubbed patterns against the fabric of Robbe’s hoodie, pressed soothing kisses against his jaw and neck, wiped away the tear streaks he could reach, and held him tighter.

“Get it all out,” Sander whispered, pressing a kiss against his ear.

“I feel like an idiot,” Robbe cried.

“You’re not an idiot, Robbe,” Sander spoke, his voice a little too firm. He leaned back, taking Robbe’s face in his hands, wiping his thumbs across his cheeks to catch the remaining tears that fell from his cheeks. His boyfriend stared up at him with eyes that were half-closed in tears, his bottom lip trembling. “Your brain is just screaming at you that it’s tired and that you need to give it a break. You’re the most beautiful and smartest man that I’ve ever seen.”

“I bet not like this,” Robbe mumbled, reaching up to rub his eyes.

“Always,” Sander whispered. “You’re so smart, Robbe. And you know the material. But, if you overload your brain while you’re so tired, you are going to forget important stuff tomorrow. Your body is screaming at you that it needs a break and you need to listen to it.”

“You’re right,” the smaller boy whispered, leaning forward to press their foreheads together and his brown eyes shutting automatically. Sander wrapped his arms tighter around Robbe, running his hands down his back before tilting them in the direction of the bed. Robbe followed his directions willingly, his arms reaching up to wrap around Sander’s shoulders. Then, the back of his knees hit the bed and they both went tumbling onto the mattress, a light laugh knocked out of Robbe. “What’s your plan?” the brunet whispered, his lips turning up in a grin.

Sander grinned down at him, rolling off of him. Robbe shifted to him, scooting closer to him and grabbing onto his waist to pull Sander’s form closer. Sander chuckled at him, leaning back against one of Robbe’s pillows before turning to him. “We’re going to take a break,” he answered, reaching up to run a hand through Robbe’s hair, freshly cut and short again. Robbe tilted his head back before leaning into Sander’s touch. “For the next hour, until your mom comes back from the grocery store, we’re just going to lie here and not think about homework, okay?”

“Okay,” Robbe mumbled, his eyelids already closing. “And if I go to sleep?”

“Then, you go to sleep,” Sander whispered. “You’ve got this, Robbe. I know you do.” Robbe’s eyes opened again to stare up at him. “You’ve done so much studying over the past few weeks and your body is screaming at you for a break. If you go to sleep, it’s because your brain needs to recharge. When you wake up, you’ll be refreshed and have a little more energy and if you think that you need to study some more, you can study some more.”

“Can you stay the night?” Robbe whispered.

“Yes,” Sander replied, smiling down at him. “If you want me to, I’ll always stay the night.”

Robbe smiled up at him before tilting his chin up, a silent message that Sander knew by heart. The blond ducked his head down, pressing their lips together in a slow kiss. Robbe tilted his head to the side so their lips flushed together more smoothly, pulling him closer by his waist. Sander pushed his mouth open with his lips, slipping his tongue into his mouth, cupping the back of his head. Robbe let out a content sigh, pulling back and burying his face in the crook of Sander’s neck.

“Get some sleep,” Sander whispered, running a hand through his hair. Robbe let out a content sigh against his next. “You can always study more when you wake up, but you need to stop overloading yourself, baby.”

“Alright,” Robbe whispered, his lips ghosting across Sander’s skin. His boyfriend snaked his arms around his torso, bringing them closer together, their bodies and legs intertwined. Sander pulled him closer, one arm wrapped around his shoulders, his hand dropping to Robbe’s thigh to hold him there.

By the time that Marine IJzermans had returned home, peering around the corner with two bags around her wrist, Robbe had snuggled further into Sander’s chest, still holding onto the black-fabric of his t-shirt. There was a small smile that appeared on his mother’s face as she placed the bag outside of Robbe’s door and stepped inside to check. She smiled down at Sander, who was absentmindedly running a hand through Robbe’s tangled curls, and whispered to him, “Dinner will be ready in about an hour if you want to sleep as well.”

“Thank you,” Sander replied.

“I assume that you’ll be spending the night as well.”

“Yeah,” Sander spoke, “but only if that’s alright with you.”

“Of course,” Marine spoke, reaching down to rub Robbe’s shoulder. “He always seems to be more relaxed with you around. But, the door remains open, okay?” Sander grinned, nodding his head, feeling the blush begin to move to his cheeks. The woman bent down, placing a kiss against Robbe’s head before moving out of the room, collecting the bag and headed into the kitchen, leaving the two of them alone.

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ayellowcurtain · 11 months

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Hi lovely, could you please write a little something about robbe and sander being friends and going on a trip with the gang and having to share a bed?

It was a terrible mistake to come on this trip during winter, Robbe thinks for the hundredth time since they all got here this morning. The house is old, and it's clearly a month away from being completely abandoned by Jens’ family. He looks at the old walls in the dark room and imagines how the insulation is old, dusty, and completely inefficient after so many decades of use in wet weather such as this, a few meters away from the beach.

No number of heavy comforters and blankets can make this a comfortable night of sleep. He can feel Sander's warmth helping a little bit but he's still shaking uncontrollably. The extra layers of clothes weren't as helpful as they should, so Robbe got rid of his hoodie before Sander fell asleep because he didn’t want to bother his sleep doing it later. Nobody else seems to be struggling as much as he is. He can hear a bunch of heavy breaths, some snoring but no rustling of sleeping bags or shivers from the cold.

“Stop moving...” He jumps as he hears Sander's voice, a little breeze of freezing air swirling around him as Sander turns to lie on his back, his shoulder over Robbe´s.

Sander puts his other arm over his eyes, and his hand gently reaches Robbe´s hair, and he starts gently playing with his curls, probably trying to help Robbe relax and fall asleep and consequently stop moving and making them both freeze even more.

“Sorry,” Robbe whispers, closing his eyes and trying to keep them that way.

“I can go check for more blankets if you want…”

Robbe shakes his head, feeling another hard wave of shivers that he manages to control by turning his body a little bit, a second away from putting his leg over Sander´s to strap them together. His self-consciousness can't help but ring every alarm with his movement but he tries to argue it was better than to shake uncontrollably, making Sander even more annoyed to be sharing a bed with Robbe.

They have known each other for a very long time. Sander is closer to Zöe, Robbe's big sister and it feels wrong to be so…close and in a (probably) too intimate of a position with someone who's constantly pointed as his sister’s possible future boyfriend and husband.

But, in the safety and privacy of his own thoughts, Robbe has dreamed about this guy for so long. It doesn't help that he is kind, very affectionate, very liberal, with his modern way of thinking about every subject, the most beautiful human Robbe has ever seen, not bothered to share a twin bed with him, hidden beneath layers and layers of heavy blankets. Robbe opens his eyes, trying to keep himself under control from where his brain was going. He pulls the first layer of comforter on them and covers their head completely. Sander doesn't flinch or ask anything about it, he just keeps playing with Robbe’s hair once he settles down again.

Now he can´t concentrate on relaxing and falling asleep, obviously. So, he takes advantage of being in the complete dark to stare at where he assumes Sander’s head is, his profile, with his lean arm over his eyes.

He starts to think of how life is made of countless now moments. He´ll never be under these blankets, sharing a bed with the man of his dreams, with nobody watching or knowing how close they are, how Sander is absently playing with his hair, how they could be holding hands if they wanted to because Sander’s arm is on top of Robbe´s, helping him keep his warm but also from shivering even harder.

Robbe gently holds the hand that was in his hair and puts it down on Sander´s chest. He feels Sander lifting his head a little bit, facing him.

“What?”

It´s funny how upset he sounds from being prevented from touching Robbe´s hair. Before Sander can complain again or Robbe can change his mind, he moves his head and presses their lips together. It´s likely just a second but it feels like a lifetime, and before Robbe can regret his impulse, he feels a gentle hand on his cheek, holding them in that position.

Instantly, he feels his body warm up, buzzing with excitement, and he snuggles even closer, just still pressing their lips together until they stop, resting their forehead against each other while they both adjust their positions, lying on their sides, pressing their lips together again. Sander is the one to deepen the kiss, his hand on the small of Robbe´s back, pressing their whole bodies together.

They kiss for a long time, until Robbe´s body is completely warm, feels like it's melting even. He holds Sander´s face, feeling his hair getting long enough to start covering his ears. Robbe hears himself let a moan slip in between kisses, and he feels his whole face get red as he feels Sander smiling. He lies his head back down on his pillow, realizing he can’t apologize if he wants to pretend that stupid sound didn’t come out of his mouth.

“Was that more helpful than me playing with your hair?”

Robbe laughs shyly, needing to push the blankets down to uncover his face to breathe fresh air. Sander follows a second later. He can feel he´s being watched, and Robbe starts to regret kissing Sander, thinking he went too fast and clearly didn’t leave much room for a single responsible thought. He doesn’t regret it but he´s afraid his dumb actions can have bigger consequences.

“You ok?”Sander whispers.

“Yeah…Like a dream come true.” He decides to try to explain his feelings with the minimal use of words possible. Sander snorts, pulling his pillow to be as close as possible to Robbe´s before he can lie his head down too.

“You’re cute.”

Robbe rolls his eyes. He doesn’t want to be cute; he wants to be hot. Sander holds him by his waist, and Robbe kisses him again, slowly pulling the blankets over their heads again, finally putting his leg around Sander’s waist.

#wtfock #sobbe #sobbe fic #robbe ijzermans #sander driesen

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pamouche · 3 years

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robbe + putting his hand in sander's hair

#part 26: pam being emo on main bc it's missing sobbe hours #yeah it's me again with an idea that is really dear to me. that i like so much to read in the fics and even better to see with my own eyes!#<-so gift! (i'm thinking of doing a part 2 where it's sander who runs his hand through robbe's hair ;))#thing being said robbe is so tender so gentle so caring so comforting in doing this :')#robbe only wants to feel his lief's hair. touching it bc it's the softest and always attracts him to put a hand in it and bc he loooves it!#<- that fact makes me feel emotially not okay #i just love it when he does it bc yeah...#i just love it when he does it bc yeah... he's so gone for sander!#he's really enjoying this moment and sander who's letting himself be done bc he appreciates as well that he's being taken care of like this #<- i'm crying 😭🤧 look especially at the last picture i can't. they're so cute!#i had to put only warm on this edit bc it's the theme of the month: brown/warm colors...(it's robbe's season ~fall~ lol orange and cie)#still crying about this edit but it's going to be ok i guess lol. i just hope you're doing fine😌✨#sobbe #robbe x sander #robbe ijzermans #sander driesen #wtfock #wtfam #my edits🌱#mine: it’s missing sobbe hours

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if-music-be-the-food-of-love · 2 years

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Distractions, a Sander birthday story

It was loud, so fucking loud. The high scratches and shrill tones of the horrifically bad techno music assaulted Sander’s ears, and the bass reverberated through his body, bouncing off of the walls and the floor, off of the sweaty, drunk bodies around him. The neon lights of the club flashed and swung around as more and more people joined the press of dancers.

At the raised bar, Sander lifted his third, or was it his fourth, scotch to his lips and tried not to lose sight of a mop of wild dark curls, flopping around wildly, as their owner bounced more than danced to the beat, his arms over his head, a line of smooth skin peeking out above his belt. Sander had been staring at him for nearly ten minutes. Everything about the man was his type: early twenties, slender with strong shoulders, a confident demeanor with a ready, easy going smile, and a face carved from marble that lit up the room when he smiled. He was designed for Sander, but unfortunately, this was not a gay club. He’d asked Senne to help him get drunk, and this is where they’d ended up. He wasn’t about to approach some poor straight guy hanging out with his friends, no matter how attractive he was.

Watching would have to suffice. Mr. Gorgeous was easy to keep track of, as one of his friends was strikingly tall. Sander had, in fact, noticed him first, sticking out over the crowd, but his eyes had caught on the man at his side. They’d been laughing together, the shorter one reaching up to yell in his ear before they both bent over with giggles. Sander’s eyes had nearly fallen out of his head, and he hadn’t been able to tear them away since.

He was perfectly fine being a silent observer this time. It didn’t matter really. He wasn’t here to socialize or pick anyone up. He was here to forget, to get so drunk that he’d forget about tomorrow, maybe sleep all day. That was his goal, though he wouldn’t turn down a good view while he was at it–hence the staring.

As he shot back the last of his drink, the lights flashed bright white for a second and then the music slowed, disorienting him. When his gaze returned to the curly haired man, he almost fell out of his chair. The man had stopped dancing and was looking directly at him, full-on staring. Their eyes met, and a shock of intense heat cut through him like lightning, rooting him to his chair. Flustered, Sander set down his glass and watched as the tall friend ruffled the man’s hair while another nudged his shoulder with a hand. He fended both off without breaking eye contact, his eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.

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Thank you anon, @wtfotteli @earthlingiriseyes for your ideas. Hopefully you can recognize which parts are yours! Thank you Caitlin @thenerd10 💕💕

#wtfock #sobbe #wtfam #happy birthday my muse #sander pov my beloved #this fic is so out of my comfort zone #please read the tags #it's hurt/comfort and I went pretty dark with anon's suggestion #(i needed to make it believable. hopefully it worked)#sander Driesen #robbe ijzermans

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