#i mean look he’s such an edgy big fluffy baby who might hold you in a safety hug but just as likely may rip out your spleen💔

[elizakai]

scribbles of our guy </3

[ayellowcurtain]

What about Sander who is the dance partner of Robbe’s sister, but when Robbe comes pick her op from the dance studio, he meets Robbe. Sander ends up teaching Robbe how to dance because it will be his prom very soon so he would be able to dance with a girl from his school, but eventualy it will be Robbe and Sander going to the prom together and Robbe will show his footwork on the dance floor while spinning Sander around his finger

“How do I look?” Noor shakes her hair from underneath and everything sits perfectly right under her sharp jawline. Her haircut is so blunt and pitch black and Robbe can’t imagine anyone else rocking it as good as she does.

“So perfect.” He answers honestly and she looks at him through the mirror in front of her, blowing him a kiss and Robbe smiles at his older sister. She really is ridiculously beautiful, Robbe can’t even believe it.

Her makeup is very bright for tonight, almost neon-ish with the eyeshadows and the bright pink blush, so edgy like everything else Noor does. Robbe has a feeling that if it isn’t for her to be the brightest person in the room, Noor wouldn’t even want to go. She likes to dress up and be original and weird in a way, but again, she can rock it like very few others could.

“Not that it matters, really…” She complains, sitting closer to the mirror to put some red lipstick on. Britt and her are still in that weird grey area, Robbe guesses. They went out to talk yesterday but from Noor’s behavior and lack of interest in talking about it with him, he imagines not much changed.

“She’ll be there and you’re kinda hard to miss so I’m sure things will move tonight. Or you will. Finally make a move.”

Robbe tries to keep looking at the computer screen, editing the vlog Jens is waiting for him to send back later today - Jens can be extremely chill about everything but he’s weirdly professional about these videos - but it’s hard to ignore when Noor is staring at you, almost piercing through him so he looks up at her again.

“Look who’s talking. I invited Sander to go to prom with me just so you can stare at him up closer, hoping he’ll finally make a move, any move, a word would be a good start.”

“Shut up.” Robbe closes his laptop, feeling his cheeks get red instantly, his work here is done and Noor doesn’t need to see him blushing because of her close friend yet again. He just needed to keep her company, watch her put on her silky and bright purple dress and do her make up, make some small talk to keep her entertained for the long hours of preparation.  

“You’ll talk to him today, I don’t care what it takes.”

Robbe leaves her bedroom door open behind him and rushes to his room, thinking that he should take a shower, be a little more presentable when Sander gets here to pick up his sister. He looks at himself in his bathroom mirror and he feels so stupid and small. He’s too skinny, too small, this long hair that Robbe has no idea what to do with it. It’s impossible to understand how he and Noor are related, made by the same two other beautiful and confident humans.

Before his shower, Robbe puts a bunch of clothes on display on his bed, trying to put together the perfect outfit.

Everything now seems too big, too old and worn out. He decides for the black sweater he stole from Noor that fits him perfectly - that’s why it’s basically brand new, because Robbe thinks it’s too fitted any other day - and his usual black jeans that don’t seem too old. He can’t risk a last minute homemade haircut so he decides to keep it long and natural, messy as usual.

There’s no way Noor will let him get away with hiding in his bedroom tonight so at least he has to try to look decent when the time comes.

-

Sander adjusts his button-up shirt and runs his hand through the front, trying to get rid of any wrinkles, looking up to not get caught overthinking when someone opens the door suddenly for him.

He was expecting someone else, so he’s left with an open mouth and no words coming out of it when he sees Robbe right there, leaning against the door, trying not to trip with how quickly he opened either.

“Hi…” Sander breathes out, knowing he’s making a fool of himself but unable to stop it.

“Hi...hm, come in.” Robbe opens the door wider and Sander walks in, standing next to the door to wait for Robbe to close it.

“Hi Sander!” He hears their mom screaming from probably the kitchen and he looks in that direction for just a second, not wanting to waste his time when Robbe is looking so beautiful right in front of him, with nobody else close enough to interrupt them.

“Hi!” His voice sounds even worse the second time so he presses his lips together, putting his hands inside his pockets, standing on his tiptoes and then on his heels.

“Noor should be coming down soon…” He nods his head and keeps looking at Robbe. He looks too good for someone that’s just staying inside for tonight.

“You’re going out too?”

“Me? No, no...I have to work on some things for Jens’ video so...yeah.”

Of course he’s busy doing something for Jens. Sander looks down and nods his head, happy he’ll be able to get shitfaced with Noor - and probably Britt - and not think about fucking Jens.

“You look handsome.” Robbe says in an almost whisper and Sander looks up over his lashes, closing his hands inside his pockets.

“Thank you. You look good too for someone that’s staying inside on a Friday night…”

Robbe smiles shyly and Sander imagines himself stepping closer, holding his face and finally just kissing him, for hours, hopefully.

They’re only two years different in age but Robbe looks so angelic, so not deserving of the mess Sander is. And of course he’s Noor’s baby brother, so no matter how small the age difference is, it still feels like Robbe is even younger because he’s Noor’s favorite person in the world and she’s not afraid to treat him like a baby.

The thing Sander would do with that boy…

Noor comes down the stairs almost like she’s reading his disrespectful thoughts about her little brother and Sander feels like he was caught so he looks at her, trying to apologize in his thoughts even though he didn’t do anything wrong yet.

He knows Noor would be happy if they just did it already, kissed and got together like they want to. At least Sander thinks they want to, and he’s been almost sure about it for a year now. Noor tells him that Robbe has the biggest crush on him over and over again and if it was only up for her approval or not, she would be so happy to finally see them together but it still feels like he shouldn’t.

It’s just not that easy to make it happen, it’s safer to keep it platonic. Sander wants Robbe to make a move if he wants to because Sander doesn’t want to pressure him to do anything, to make a choice if he feels like there’s nothing to choose, if they shouldn’t be together.

“You two are so weird.” Noor complains, rolling her eyes, standing next to Sander, calling for her mom to come say goodbye already. She holds his hand in a weird way, no fingers intertwined and the three of them know it means less than nothing but Sander still has to hold himself back from explaining, telling Robbe it means nothing.

“Are you going to take the pictures of us?” Sander asks quietly and Robbe looks at him and then at Noor, laughing sheepishly.

“I guess so.”

“Don’t worry, Robbie. I’ll take good care of him and bring him whole later.”

He laughs and Sander smiles, keeping his eyes on Robbe to watch his full reaction, hoping he won’t disagree. He only nods his head and that’s all Sander needed to make this the best night of his life already. Robbe didn’t correct Noor, didn’t say anything against it and that’s all Sander needed for now.

-

Sander doesn’t mind early mornings most of the time. His sleeping schedule is not the healthiest, he’s sure but he’s happy he’s getting his solid seven hours of sleep every night, it doesn’t matter if sometimes he goes to bed at 2 or if he wakes up past midday, as long as he slept seven hours, he feels good, safe. It’s been working for him, at least.

Robbe is still asleep and Sander smiles, carefully lying back down next to him, moving slowly on the bed to lie on his side, putting his hand under his cheek, watching Robbe sleep with his mouth slightly open, a hint of dry drool on the corner of his lips, his hair a lot shorter than two years ago, but getting longer, with the curls turning outwards around his face.

It’s finally the big day. The day Sander will go to Robbe’s prom as his date. It’s an inside joke that he’s both Noor’s and Robbe’s date and Sander adores Noor, really, but this is so much better.

He planned the perfect day for them, to celebrate Robbe finally being done with school, but they have the morning free so he’s in no rush to wake up his boyfriend.

While waiting he can hear the rest of the house slowly waking up, the muffled footsteps of their fluffy socks to go downstairs, the wood creaking in every step and Sander is happy they are at the very last floor of the house, away from all the chaos.

Noor is probably the last one to wake up and even though she’s on the second floor beneath them, Sander can still hear her electric toothbrush as she hums a happy song and he hears the stupid laughters of her and Britt trying to be quiet while probably making out in the bathroom with the door open.

Sander sighs, snuggling closer to his boyfriend and Robbe finally gives a small sign that he might be half awake. The thin lines on his cheek appear and he also pushes his hips and the rest of his body follows, resting right in between Sander’s arms, his warm breath hitting Sander’s bare chest directly.

“So you’re awake…”

It takes a long but not heavy second for Robbe to answer with his eyes still very much closed, “For a minute.”

He wraps his arms around Sander’s waist, low whines slipping out of his mouth as a silent complaint of how little Sander is helping him move his body closer.

“It’s still kinda early, you can sleep a little more.” He finally gives in, wrapping them both in a mess of heavy and comfortable limbs tangled together, making sure they’re both still covered by Robbe’s weighted comforter.

“I was dreaming about you.” Robbe leaves a trail of soft kisses from the angle between his collarbone and neck all the way behind his ear.

“Yeah? What was I doing? If you’re allowed to tell me that…”

Robbe smiles against his neck, putting his head back on his pillow, finally opening his eyes slowly, blinking a few times to get used to the sunlight clearly ignoring his closed yellow curtains completely.

“You were extremely impressed by my dance moves.”

Sander snorts and that makes Robbe’s head instantly move to look up at him.

“What?” Robbe tries not to smile too.

“Your dance moves?” Sander lifts his eyebrows, playing with the curls cupping Robbe’s ear. They’ve only been together for a few months, but Sander is sure Robbe has absolutely no dance moves.

“I’m a good dancer, Sander!”

“Cutie, I love you so much, but there’s no way you can dance. I can’t dance either so it’s fine! Were we dancing well?”

Robbe doesn’t answer, but he’s still looking at Sander, his eyes moving to see every inch of his face.

“What?”

“You said you love me. Very much.”

Sander opens and closes his mouth. He said these words so many times in his head he completely forgot they never said it out loud.

Everytime Robbe laughs wholeheartedly, or when he snuggles closer to Sander when they’re ready to go to sleep, when he’s actually hearing Sander go on and on about Bowie or art in general, when Robbe is brushing his teeth still half asleep every morning, when he opens his arms wide, sitting in front of Sander on his bike, when he’s a very talkative drunk.

Everytime Sander stares and thinks about how much he loves Robbe. He thought he had said it out loud before.

“It’s not a lie…” He tries to go the easier route first to test the waters, now too aware that he said that he loved Robbe and he didn’t hear anything back yet, still playing with that one curl and Robbe holds his face carefully with one hand, making Sander look in his eyes, “I love you, Robbe. I’m not afraid to use these words lightly with you.”

He doesn’t doubt that Robbe loves him back, it would be impossible to think that when Robbe looks at him like he’s doing right now.

With his soft eyes going even softer, brighter, pressing his thin lips together, smiling so wide that every line to his dimples appear, a bright pink starting to pool on his cheekbones. And Robbe has this thing he does unconsciously that’s between a purr and a pleased whine that he does often when he’s this close to Sander. He gently touches Robbe’s dimple with his fingertips, drawing a line to his ear like he’s trying to make Robbe open his smile wider.

“I love you too, Sander.”

He looks at Robbe and just takes the moment in, hearing him say it back, it feels amazing, but also so very normal. He knew Robbe felt it anyway. It feels like sunbeams during a blue-sky-winter-morning.

The morning breaths don’t bother him when he kisses Robbe, turning his body a little to rest over Robbe’s naked chest, slipping his arm down, trying to lift the heavy comforter so he can fully go under it when the door is wide open out of nowhere.

“My baby is graduating!” Sander looks over his shoulder while quickly taking his hand from under the comforter to find Noor at the door holding a trait with their breakfast, Britt right behind her, smiling shyly, both of them wearing very similar and small pajamas, the same haircut, and Britt follows Noor inside, both of the girls sitting on Robbe’s bed, almost pushing him to sit up right away, ruining every plan Sander had of giving Robbe an early and very nice graduation gift.

[inazumafocus]

What does your ship says about you

Here we are with some funny memes, everything is done to lightly make fun of the exaggerated version of the ships so no hate here. Hope this will steal a few laughs out of you~

Kdfd: you sniff the “enemies to friends to lovers” trope like its the best kind of heroine and now your life is a mess. Also since you like smth popular you are apparently stealing the spotlight to other people, but irony aside, you’re a very loud one about what you love.

Enkaze: you tell everyone you’re here for the fluff and cozy friends to lovers but you’re actually after the angst juice like a bee with pollen. Also you’re the mom friend of your group or any group for what matters.

Tatsumido: you’re out there doing God’s work and bringing life and prosperity to all. Keep at it good fella and don’t eat too much fruit flavoured ice cream while you try to distract yourself from your crippling anxiety.

Somefubu: let’s keep this short, you have the softest heart but you wanna fuck furries or dragons, 20pt to Slytherin if you wanna do both.

Gensaku: you are that one friend everybody likes but never gets invited to parties for some reason- there’s also an 8 out of 10 possibility you might grow into liking some shady kink in the nearest future (if you don’t already).

Tsunatachi: you are the actual sun and nobody deserves you but everybody needs you.

Goufubu: you took too literally the old saying “if he hits you he likes you” from when you were growing up, but you’re one of the softest bitch on the block, just wanting to hold hands and not understand what flirting means.

Someatsu: if you don’t know what a kismesis is your life is slighter less messy than I thought but you should go check that out. If you do know, I see you Homestuck sucker and you’re right.

Enki: “a sorcerer and a bard try to take on a quest on their own” this would be a good joke if it wasn’t for the small detail that you know the mess they’re about to make but simply decide to let that one slide, all because you’re an “opposite alignments are hot together” kind of person.

Kisaku: remember that one person you had a crush on in middle school? The one you admired and envied a bit bc of how good they were? Good, forget it and start a new life in another country, possibly alongside few therapy sessions about your inferiority complex-

Entatsu: I know you meant good when you kept tabs of all your crush’s social medias and when you printed twenty picture of them to make a big ass collage and put it on your wall in a heart shaped frame, but the police is here and they’re gonna have a word with you-

Suzunagu: you took the “opposite attract each other” a lil too literally and started shipping the human torch and that ice dude from the Incredibles together. It was probably one of your first ships in the fandom because you were a 14yo thirsty for some hate sex.

Haimizu: you are either desperate for someone to pamper and babysit you or you still need to get over your “I want an edgy emo boyfriend” phase. In both case you still cry over InaPen being dead.

Haiasu: there’s a serious Florence Nightingale Syndrome going on here, aka please stop falling in love with people you think need your help to get better but only end up consuming all your life force.

Nosanishi: your favourite love trope is a foot walking all over its own private and grateful doormat.

NosaHiura: you just love bishonen who looks good next to each other.

Nishimitsu: that one episode in which they imply Nishi had followed Mitsuru around got you going for good because you just love the cop/bad guy trope and wished for some steamy make out in a closet and for Nishi to feel guilty yet undeniably attracted to Mitsuru. Also you have a size difference kink.

Nishimizu: your imagination knows no bounds I am truly impressed of how far you’d go just to have a decent, soft ship. You’re also probably a Nishikage stan and there’s a 70% chance that you do NOT like Nosaka at all, or not with your Nishi at least.

Asuhika: I’m not entirely of whom but you want for one of them to save the other from whatever shit is happening because they’re both cute and filled with light so you just HAD to ship them together to keep yourself sane in this world made of mean people. You should probably toughen up a bit sweetheart tho-

Froymitsu: the day you’ll stop mourning will be the day Level5 will give back Mitsuru. You’re a brave soldier, marching on despite having to live in the past glories of what once was. You are a hero who only wanted for both Froy and Mitsuru to keep smiling.

Hiroatsu: you’re that one starving and alone dude crawling on the ground of the fandom, licking all the frames where your baby were together even if not interacting as if they were water in the desert. You live off headcanons and spend all your money in commission for your crack pair, desperately hoping for someone to like the hundred chapters fic you wrote about them.

Haihiro: two boys chilling on their beds opposite from each other cause they’re not gay is a classic that will never die and you know it and will exploit the Heaven and Hell out of it ;)

Enaki: in the end the boy gets ends up with the childhood friend and they live happily forever after sounds like a sweet ending but it only means you’re a Freud victim and want to marry your mom.

Ennatsu: your favourite female characters are ALWAYS the tsundere ones and you’re so sure you want a gf like that but truth is you’d die after 24h of living together.

Entachi: you’re a sucker for fluffy balls of light and you’re biggest kink is probably holding hands and kisses on the cheeks.

Tobitora: at this moment you’re probably having a stroke for me even saying the ship name since the content on them is slim to none and you’ve already lost all faith in humanity to even try and comprehend how wholesome your ship is.

Goutora: you just want to fuck Gouenji, we get it, he’s amazing and you love him so much you’re already on your knees please get up.

Norinae: admit it, you just missed Enkaze too much and/or have really good taste for stable, positive and healthy relationships.

AnnaOotani: probably the only pair in the whole Ares/Orion franchise with absolutely no flaws. You have good taste and just want to live a peaceful life. Respect.

Any other lesbian ship: you’re perfect, keep up the good work, lesbians ship are the only light in this cold, dark world we call home.