#cille's random sobbe thoughts

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what do you think sander is doing today? 🥺

sorry for answering this a little late... but oh gosh, what did our blond boy do on his birthday? well he definitely spend it with his favorite boy in the whole entire world, who did everything to make sander's day even more special! i can imagine, that they slept in and stayed in bed until they absolutely had to get out... just talking, kissing and cuddling in their bed... in their home while the sun was peaking through the yellow curtains. maybe they went for a walk during the afternoon, visiting parents and friends on their way, who wanted to wish sander a happy birthday before going out for dinner, and a drink at their bar! i can imagine, that robbe somehow found a new local band from antwerp, who was having a little concert that night, that he scored them tickets too, after having done some video editing for them, so yeah they went to the concert, danced and just held each other all night before going back home. here robbe might be giving sander another present (... or sander thanking robbe for another perfect day together) before falling asleep in each other's arms... yeah i think just sander had the best birthday he could wish for!

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i wanna see sander give a little kiss to robbe’s head as well

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LAURIEN! AHHH MY SCREAMING AND CLOWNING PARTNER IN CRIME! happy dimples day on this whole woensdag and happy anniversary to us! OML I CANT BELIEVE ITS BEEN SIX MONTHS LIKE I AM NOT OKAY! 💜🧡💜🧡💜🧡 but ihhh thank you so much for these past six months, they’ve been so freaking amazing and i can’t belive all the stuff that’s been happening since and how much we have clowned and screamed and cried and just everything really! it’s been the best months and i can’t wait for even more to come, because the clowning will never stop. watch us be the only ones in the tag just posting about sobbe until the day we die lol. thank you for being such an amazing friend and for everything you do for me, i will never be able to thank you enough for it, just know it means the absolute world to me! i love you every much! and here is a little collection of the dimples that started it all. who would have thought; that this little cutie, with his dimples and sunshin energy would led to what it has... they truly are what’s important in love and life. ily lots and i’m sending you the universe’s biggest hug and a little forehead kusje as well! ily!!! 💜🧡💜🧡💜🧡

Cille please 🥺🥺🥺 what are you doing to me here?? If you wanted to kill me, you did like I’m on the floor this is too much for my poor heart to handle right now...

6 months... 6 months have already passed and they have been so amazing like we clowned so much about the most random things and I had the best time while doing it together with you! I also can’t wait for the day when we’ll finally see our babies (properly this time lol) again like we’re so going to die and robinsdimples will be getting blessed with new dimples edits and I’m just so excited ahhh! omg don’t call us out like that hahahah we will be screaming about sobbe and the willems until we’re like super old and I love that for us! and noo thank YOU for being such an amazing friend and person in general and for always being here for me whenever, you seriously have no idea how much it means to me and also for blessing me with your edits! I will never stop screaming about them and your talent like I just can’t-

And now.... EIDIZKSIKSISJS AMSOSBUDJZJ KFISKDKZKSIS SKDIZKDIKZK FKEIZJZIAKD

CILLE AHHHHH WTFOCK THE ATTACK LIKE I DONT KNOW WHAT TO SAY IM JUST STARING AT OUR BABY AND CRYING BECAUSE OF HIS BEAUTY! Look at him and his dimples like I’m not okay at all now! And the b&w with all his babiest shots sksiskkssk Cille stoooooop! I love and miss him so much it’s so unfair, when is the sun going to be shining down on us again?? Please this blessed my whole day and week and year thank you so much, I love you sooo much and happy dimples day to cillau ahh, many many kusjes and the biggest hug to you 💜🧡💜🧡💜🧡

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not wtfock giving me a heart attack by posting something for the first time since june 2021 and deleting their whole feed while at it

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thinking about robbe and sander lying in bed. robbe's back against the headboard, with sander lying with his head in his lap. robbe is tracing his fingers through sander's soft and slightly damp hair, making sander's eyes close every now and then. but even though he's tired, he can't sleep... and robbe knows that. that's why he made sure to have a book ready on his night stand, so he could read it for sander tonight. sander knows how much peace robbe's touch brings him, it can be a featherlight touch, a bone crushing hug or a heated kiss... everything makes sander calm, it makes his thoughts slow down. but not tonight. he doesn't remember telling robbe how much his voice means to him. it's not just the happiness he feels whenever he hears robbe say his name, or any other word for that matter, but it's how robbe's voice can assure him of so much, of everything he wants to know... he needs to know. and robbe knows that, because robbe knows him better than anyone.

that's why it made his heart feel all warm and fuzzy when he came out of the bathroom after his shower, to find robbe sitting in bed, wearing his (or well what used to be sander's) pink floyd t-shirt with a book beside him, as he lived the covers to invite sander into the warm and safety of this bubble he had made for them. when sander's head found it's place in robbe's lap, and his fingers tracing his exposed thigh, he never felt so loved, so contempt. and as robbe started to read the book he had brought, not really caring about which one, sander found his eyes beginning to close, as he welcomed a night filled with a peaceful sleep, and only sweet dreams, which he had the love of his life... his robbe, to thank for

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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

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earthlingoddity: andere supermarkt, zelfde liefde ♡

one year since we got blessed with this picture... and one year since robbe and sander proved that they’re the definition of best friends and boyfriends

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remember when sander posted that black & white picture of some cameras, and robbe commented "oh, photograph me like one of your french girls"? yeah... sometimes i still think about that

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imagine sander working in a vintage jewelry shop, that his family has owned for generations. sander helps out whenever he has the time, which is quite often, since he likes sitting behind the desk drawing, getting inspiration from all the antic rings, necklaces, bracelets and much more that people come in to sell and buy. the shop has always been a part of sander's life. it inspired him to become the person he is, his style consisting of multiple silver rings on his fingers, and what he wanted to do in live; inspire and create art. it helped him get started with creating art himself, to start designing jewelry, which he proudly wear and show off. but one day sander wouldn't mind creating them for someone else

one day robbe enters the shop to get the chain of his angel necklace changed. as he enters the shop he looks around at all it’s surfaces before he spots sander sitting behind the counter, lost in his own little world, just drawing while bowie is playing softly in the background. robbe walks closer to sander and sees all the vintage silver rings he has on his slick, but strong artist fingers. robbe doesn’t notice that sander has caught him starring, only when sander asks him if there’s anything he can do to help. robbe’s brown eyes then find sander’s green ones, and something just happens between them in the small place of the shop. they of course start talking about everything and nothing, and if they both flirted with each other, they didn’t say anything about it

a couple of days later, robbe comes back to the shop to get his necklace. he instantly smile when he sees it, and wants to put it on, because not wearing it has felt like a piece of him was missing. sander helps him put it on, and robbe can’t help the shivers that run downs his neck and back when sander’s cool ring covered fingers trace his skin, making a warmth spread inside of robbe. as he stands there in the shop, having his angel necklace shine on his golden skin, sander can't help but ask robbe out on a date, and of course robbe agrees. they start dating and before they know it they fall in love, even though they probably already did when they first meet in that little vintage jewelry shop, and the rest is just history

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What do you think Sander and Robbe dressed up tonight? And what they are doing?

uhhh that's a good question. i think robbe and sander went to one halloween party this year. the one being last friday evening, where sander's university was throwing a big party, celebrating the american tradition and using that as an excuse to go crazy with their creativity. sander usually doesn't like to participate in the preparations of the parties, especially not this time at year where uni is kicking his ass, while he’s getting used to living by himself. but robbe had encourage him to sign up for the group who takes care of the decorations of the party. that's how sander found himself friday afternoon running from one room to the other, trying to get everything to be the way he wanted, to let his visions and ideas come true, before going home to get ready for the party

robbe was already at his little apartment, practically living there since it was closer to his own university, and because he slept better when he had sander's arms wrapped around him, and of course sander wasn't going to complain about it. last year for halloween sander had went as bowie, a life long dream that finally came true after having had robbe by his side to encourage him to just dress up as whoever he wanted to be (and the look on robbe's face when sander had walked up to him with bowie's iconic lighting bowl painted across his face was just worth all the hard work). that's why sander decided to dress up as bowie again this year, just with a different outfit of him. he had planned it for the last couple of weeks, trying to find the scarf, the perfect pair of bright red pants and of course the right colored hair spray that he was going to use for the evening. bowie's outfit from his "rebel rebel" performance from 1974 was his choice and he couldn't wait

while sander was getting dressed, having closed the door to the bathroom and told robbe, that he wasn't allowed in there until he was ready, robbe was trying on his costume in front of sander's mirror. it had been difficult trying to find an outfit. he wasn't as creative or imaginative as his boyfriend, and tbh robbe didn't really like dressing up, pretending to be someone else, he had done that most of his life, and now he was actually happy to just be himself. but this was sander's night, and robbe wanted to look good beside sander, he didn't want to embarrass sander by showing up with a costume that wasn't anywhere near whatever sander had planned

the inspiration came to robbe from their beach trip two years ago, from that moment sander and him had spend in the kitchen, listening to music while making croques. robbe remember how sander played queen and bowie's song "under pressure", how sander had danced a little while singing along (... and robbe still teases him about it since he actually sang the wrong words, something sander of course still denies until this day). since that day robbe had found himself listening more and more to queen, finding freddy mercery pretty cool, especially his outfits. so one day zoë and him had gone shopping on the haunt for a pair of skinny jeans, a white tank top, and a piece of jewelry to put around his bicep. robbe already had a mustache, something he actually was gonna shave off, but thought it would be the perfect addition to his look. so there robbe stood, in front of the mirror with his curls being pulled back by a lot of hair gel, the faded blue jeans hugging his ass real nice, the tank top pulled down his pants with sander's leather jacket over it (maybe it was a little big on him, but robbe thought it complete his version of freddy mercury's look from the live aid concert in 1985). and robbe did think, that he was looking quite nice... and maybe he was into skinny jeans after all

of course when robbe and sander finally saw each other's outfits, both of them weren't able to say anything, they immediately went towards each other, sander's hands on robbe's slim waist and robbe's hands coming up to sander's now dark red hair. they kissed for a while, but not too long, not waiting to ruin their make up or be late (... even though that was quite hard you know). robbe was taken aback by the creativity of sander's outfit, how every single outfit just seemed to be made for sander, how he looked hot in anything, and for some reason that red hair was doing something for him. sander was of course speechless by the sight of robbe's ass in those jeans, almost ripping them off the moment he laid eyes on them, and that urge didn't get any smaller when he noticed that robbe was wearing a tank top... and his leather jacket. i mean that was just too much for sander in that moment, and he definitely let robbe know how much that outfit was doing to him

they finally made their way out of the apartment, to their bikes and on their way to the party, which was starting to fill up when they arrived. sander had told robbe that he could invite the broerrrs if they promised to behave themselves, and sander had also asked the flatshare, and their other friends to join, so they could party together like they used to. and as the night went on, robbe and sander made sure to make out on the dance floor as much as they wanted to, because now they actually could do that. now they didn't have to look at each other while kissing someone else. now they could have their arms around each other, kissing and dancing with too, just like they wanted to that night two years ago. so this year's halloween party was definitely one they would remember!

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we don’t talk enough about the fact that robbe wears orange socks (or yellow mustardy socks)… and even red ones too


imagine sander noticing robbe wearing all kinds of colored socks, and then buying some for him to wear, whenever he sees a pair that just fits his boy. sander might even have bought some for robbe to wear at his first day at college, like a ‘good luck’ kind of pair. and of course sander got some with a lightning bolt (and bowie’s face) on them, because he knows robbe would like them too (… and sander might have bought a matching pair for himself just because he thought the idea would be cute). idk there’s just something so sweet about robbe wearing colored socks

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i miss robbe and sander so much today i literally want to cry

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remember that scene from season three, episode two... at the beach, where noor wants to kiss robbe (... and more), but can’t because she’s just to drunk. imagine that being robbe and sander instead. imagine them being childhood friends, having been a part of each other’s lives for so long, that they can’t remember what it’s like not to have each other. they hang out all the time, it’s not something they think about, it’s just something they do, because it’s a natural part of their friendship, always spending time together. but there’s just one thing… there might be a little more than just a friendship between them, but it’s not something they’ve admitted to each other, afraid of what might happen if they do, or if they don’t feel the same way about each other

sander can’t help but get lost in robbe’s big brown eyes whenever he looks into them, feeling as if robbe is starring into his soul and looks at him, and really sees him for who he is. and just the fact that robbe stays with him, has stayed with him through everything, is reason enough for sander to know that robbe is the one. and robbe can’t help but feel his heart skip a beat whenever sander’s hand brushes his, whenever he feels sander’s warmth close to him. it grounds him and gives him comfort and safety in a way nothing else has. robbe don’t know what he would do without sander, and he knows it’s not healthy to rely so heavily on someone else, but sander is his person... and he is sander’s too, he just knows

imagine robbe and sander being at a party with their mutual friends. they’re just having fun and letting lose… robbe a bit more than sander. robbe is past being tipsy, he’s drunk, carefree and… really clingy. it’s something sander’s used to, it’s not something that bothers him, quite the opposite actually. he always wants to find an excuse to have his hands on robbe, to hold him and just be there for him; so when robbe is tipsy or drunk as fock, he’s always there to catch him or steady him, always there to help him if something’s about to happen, and robbe always repays him by leaning into him, hiding his face in the crook of sander’s neck as he mutters a drunkly “thank you” while his hot breath hits sander’s cool skin, making him shiver all over

this night is no exception, because robbe is clinging onto sander like his life depends on it, and sander can see how robbe’s big brown doe eyes is getting more and more drowsy; so he leads them outside, to get some fresh air. they walk a little to get some privacy, sitting down on the grass, robbe almost in sander’s lap, something he hasn’t done before, and drunk robbe is always more bold, more daring than sober robbe, so sander thinks that this must be something he wants. have robbe been wanting the same… been feeling the same as him all his time? robbe sit sideways on sander’s lap with his arm wrapped around sander’s neck, again hiding in the crook of his neck, a place robbe considers comfortable, like home. sander just holds him close, running his hand up and down robbe’s back, thinking he could get used to this

at some point robbe lifts his head so he can look sander in the eye, getting lost in the green color of them, as he has so many times before. robbe starts talking nonesense, not really saying anything coherent, but just being cute and adorable and sander can’t help but snort which owns him a small slap to his arm, because “it’s definitely not funny” as robbe says, of course while he’s giggling himself. robbe’s curls are a mess from the amount of times he’s run his hand though is and because of all the dancing he’s been doing all night, but as he sits there on sander’s lap, making sander’s favorite sound in the world, a single curl is hanging over is forehead and sander can’t help but reach out and tuck it behind his ear, letting robbe’s doe eyes get though. and they’re looking at him like he hung the moon, like he… like he loves him

and suddenly the time stands still as robbe leans himself forward, closer to sander’s lips, and before robbe can connect them sander presses a hand to robbe’s chest, stopping him from going any further, because robbe is drunk. robbe might not be thinking clear and sander doesn’t want to take advantage of the situation robbe is in even though we would love nothing more then to feel robbe’s lips on his. robbe let’s out a whine, clearly not happy with the fact that sander stopped the kiss, so he tries again, but sander still pushes him back slightly, and robbe doesn’t understand why. he doesn’t really know how sander feels about him; but he was sure he wasn’t imagining anything... all the small touches, the way sander sometime looked at him and such. was robbe the only one who saw something more between them? but before robbe can try again, and before sander has to come up with another excuse as to why he doesn’t kiss robbe, robbe leans over sander and experience one of the side effects of having been drinking too much. sander is there to take care of him, to make sure he’s okay. and even though he hates seeing robbe like this, he’s happy for the distraction, because robbe wanted to kiss him… and sander doesn’t know what to think about that.. what it actually means

sander brings robbe back to the flatshare. he helps robbe out of his baggy close, helps him put on a clean shirt (which looks a lot like sander’s but he doesn’t say anything), and helps him into bed. he tucks robbe in and just looks at him while he’s closing his eyes, leaving those big doe eyes behind his eyelids. sander is holding robbe’s hand, brushing his thumb over his knuckles, lulling him to sleep. as robbe’s breath is evening out, sander stands up from the bed to place a kiss on robbe’s curls before he leaves the room. but something holds him back… robbe. even though his eyes are closed robbe mutters out a silent “please stay”, and how is sander ever going to say no to that. so he gets out of his jeans and sweater and lies down beside robbe, still holding his hand as they fall asleep

the next morning sander can’t help but feel a little anxious. how much is robbe gonna remember, does he remember trying to kiss sander, not once… but twice? does robbe remember the things he said to him, the way he touched him, the way he made him feel? before sander can overthink even further robbe’s big brown doe eyes are looking at him, before they’re closing again as robbe groans into the pillow… clearly being hungover from the events of the night before. they talk about nothing special, just about how robbe is never gonna drink again, which makes sander let out a snort, because robbe has said something similar before, and it has not been kept. sander can feel the anxiety slip out of his body, because he’s here with his favorite person on this planet, the boy who makes him feel the most like himself. and even though sander would give anything to have it me more than what it is, for now he’s just happy that he’s lying next to robbe, still holding his hand 

but eventually their conversation falls on the party. robbe recalls how they were dancing close, how he was clinging on to sander, something he also apologizes for, but sander said he didn’t mind… if robbe only knew how much he didn’t mind. but he can’t tell robbe, sander can’t tell him how he feels, because he doesn’t know if robbe feel the same. robbe notices how silent sander has become, how he’s not meeting robbe’s eyes, how he makes himself smaller than he is, like there’s something on his mind that he wants to talk about, but doesn’t know how. before sander can talk himself out of it, he tells robbe how they, went out to get some fresh air, how robbe was sitting in his lap, leaning against him, being even more clingy than usual, how they had just been holding onto each other, not seeming to care about anything else in the world but them being in that moment together

but sander leaves out the part about robbe trying to kiss him, because what’s the point. robbe only did it because he was drunk, not because it actually meant something to him… right? but to sander’s surprise robbe mentions it himself. and this time, it’s robbe’s eyes who won’t meet sander’s as he whispers in the space between them “why wouldn’t you let me kiss you?”. and all sander wants to do is to wrap robbe in his arms, kiss him and never stop, because seeing robbe look so vulnerable, so small in the mess of blankets around him, is something that’s just too pure and too soft for sander not to react to. so sander moves closer to robbe, wraps an arm around his waist and pulls him flush against him so there’s no space between them. sander explains how he didn’t want to take advantage of robbe, how he wasn’t sure that it was what robbe wanted if he was sober. and to that, robbe’s brown doe eyes connects with sander emerald green ones as he says… almost whispers “i’m sober now, so why don’t we see”, as he connects with lips with sander’s. and this time sander makes sure not to stop robbe, because this is what he wants, it’s what robbe wants and that’s really the only thing that matters

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imagine robbe and sander sitting next to each other while they're out at a bar, just getting some drinks with their friends. as always robbe and sander are tangled up together, cuddling like they're at home in their apartment, not really caring about the people around them. their legs are resting over each other, their arms are linked and sander's head is resting on robbe's shoulder. as it gets darker and a little more chilly, robbe and sander move closer together, and sander can't help but hide his face in robbe's neck. it's just so warm and comfortable there, he just feels safe as he breaths in robbe's sent, while his hand keeps running through robbe's curls, slowly drifting out of the conversations that's going on around him

all sander can think about in that moment is robbe; how he can place small kisses on his jaw and neck... or just wherever his lips can reach, how he can feel the steady rhythm of robbe's pulse on his skin, how at home he feels being with robbe in that moment. robbe can't help but wrap an arm around sander's middle, holding him close as sander lets out a satisfying sign, feeling more content than ever before. robbe really can't imagine this any other way than them just holding each other close, and never letting each other go

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i think robbe and sander are going for a walk tonight, just the two of them. robbe is proberly wrapped up in lots of warm clothes, with his beanie covering most of his fluffy curls, while sander keeps himself warm with his leather jacket and kisses from his boyfriend. the february air is a bit chilly, but it doesn't seem to matter to them as long as they have each other's hand to hold. sander proberly says that with the chilly air they have an excuse to walk even closer to each other, something that gains sander another little peck

maybe they're going down the meir, looking at all the closed shops and lights, that's been hanging there since the holidays. sander is proberly drinking coffee (... all black of course) and robbe drinks a hot chocolate with a pinch of cinnamon on the whipped creme, which they bought on their way. they're on their way to the tunnel, taking the elevator, for old time sake, just like they did that cold november evening. sander can't help but run as they get halfway through the tunnel, telling robbe they should recreate that moment from the night of their first kiss. and of course robbe can't help but take cute, silly and dorky pictures and video of his boyfriend

maybe they'll walk past the swimming pool, looking at each other with a raised eyebrow, silently asking each other if they should check if the door is locked, but decides to go to a bench nearby instead... proberly to kiss a little. sander tells the story about the lockdown walk he filmed at that exact spot, with robbe's head resting on his shoulder, his cold cheek under sander's chin, letting out a little giggle that makes sander feel warm. maybe they'll walk to the mural before going home, where sander won't shut up about wanting to take a picture of robbe in front of it, saying that the two most beautiful pieces of art should be in one frame together. in the end robbe lets him, because he can't say no to sander... especially not with those bright green eyes, that makes him hard to resist

and just before heading home (... to cuddle some more), they go to the place where they put op a lock with their initials on, over two years ago. they'll go to look at it while having the biggest smile on both their face, when they see the little white lock is still there. it's almost like a symbol of everything they've been through together and everything they'll get through with each other in the future. they'll proberly kiss under the starlit night sky, before intertwining their fingers and going home, having had the perfect evening

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I like to imagine sander coming home to robbe and robbe being the cute little shit he is keeps teasing sander and dodging all the kisses so sander just goes "where's my kiss :'(" and robbe is all "idk what you're talking about" so sander is like "I guess you won't get any treats from me then" so robbe goes "neeee I want your treats" to which sander replies "no, you're not getting any anymore" so robbe gives him the loveliest kisses of all with his arms wrapped around his body and sander is just in complete love with this baby

dear anon... if you know how I feel, why would you do this to me! oml this is so them and i can just imagine this scene with them

like you said, maybe sander is coming home to his little studio apartment, knowing robbe is there, since they always see each other on wednesdays after uni. it's been a particular exhausting and stressful day with lots of drawing-exercise classes, group meetings and annoying people, so sander can't wait to come home to robbe, to take him in his arms, hug him real tight, and not let go until they've at least been hugging for 10 minutes, before getting a kiss from his boyfriend. when sander enters the apartment, it smells of coffee... robbe knowing just what he needs after a long day (... and a dozen messages with sander complaining about everything, but promising to welcome him with lots of kisses and cuddles). there's also a distant smell of honey and cinnamon, of fresh sunflowers and rain dusted trees... it's the smell of robbe, the smell of home

sander calls out for robbe, asking where his kisses are, to which robbe comes with a cheeky answer, something like "come and get them yourself" or "i don't know what you're taking about". sander is not in the mood for this game, but he also loves it when robbe is being a little shit and teases him, because that means sander gets to tease robbe himself... robbe just got competition. he walks into the kitchen and sees robbe wearing his beige sweater, that are obviously too big for him, and sander nearly gives up with the sight of that. but robbe's smug grin makes sander even more determined to tease him, refusing him what he wants just as much himself

when robbe sees sander leaning against the doorframe, looking at him with that smile, he knows he hit the mark with his choice of clothes, and that his teasing is getting to him... but robbe also knows sander better than anyone, so behind that lovesick smile lies a smirk, that robbe wants to take away. sander walks closer to him, making robbe back up against the counter, having to support himself with his hands on the table. sander is so close to him right now, their chests almost touching and the tension between them is through the roof... robbe is so screwed. sander leans in and just when robbe thinks he's about to kiss him, he moves his lips to his ear, whispering with that voice (that says... payback is a bitch), "i guess you won't get any treats from me either then", and then he grabs his coffee and walks out of the kitchen... but not before he turns around, lifting his eyebrows a little and gives robbe that look

as sander walks to his room to change his clothes he knows it won't take robbe more than 30 second to come after him, whining about not getting anything from him... and rightfully so, after only 20 seconds it's now robbe who's leaning against the doorframe, looking at sander with his big brown eyes, his pout and arms across his chest... and damn it, robbe knows his weakness just as much as he knows robbe's. "it's not fair take something like that aways from me... you know I can't live without your treats".even though he tried to hold it in, he can't help but snort and hold out his hand for robbe to take... "come here, baby", and who is robbe to refuse that. the next thing sander knows is robbe jumping into his arms, wrapping his arms and legs around sander's body and giving him the warmest, most comforting hug ever and sander lets out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. robbe unwraps his legs and let them touch the floor before giving sander the sweetest, most wonderful kiss ever, and they both couldn't be happier about it. so i guess both robbe and sander got the treat they wanted.