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back in front of me:
Sander heard Celeste begin to respond to Elias, could see that her mouth was moving and Elias was nodding, but her words were quickly overwhelmed and drowned out… by the sound of an all-too-familiar, melodious laugh. It was a laugh that Sander would know anywhere and one that Sander would remember until his final day alive. It was the laugh that Sander had loved to hear from his childhood best friend, one that made him smile and be filled with joy so easily. The laugh was ripped from the chest of its owner so the world could be blessed with the enlightening sound.
It did not take long before Sander found the source of the laugh, standing next to Senne and his girlfriend of a few weeks, Zoë.
Robbe IJzermans.
word count: 14k
relationships: sander driesen/robbe ijzermans
background relationships: yasmina ait omar/younes el amrani, zoë loockx/senne de smet, moyo makadi/noor bauwens
tags: the sander and younes are roommates agenda, the sander and yasmina are friends agenda, the sander and senne are friends agenda.
no archive warnings apply.
READ ON AO3
#wtfock#wtfock fic#sander driesen#robbe ijzermans#sobbe#rosander#drijzermans#brennawrites#this is going to disappear in the tag but that's FINE#ENJOY
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brenna’s fics: we’ve been through a lot of things, you and me
For as long as they can remember, Sander and Robbe have been friends. But, then, at the final party before the school year, something happens to shift their entire dynamic and forces them apart... only to be thrown together years later.
gifset heavily based on my personal favorite that I have ever written (the following version is unedited):
“Robbe loved the idea of the infinite universes. He loved the idea that one Robbe would go off to do something else, took the path that he didn’t, and had a new life. He loved the idea that one Robbe had two parents who didn’t fight, that one Robbe had an older sister instead of a brother, loved the idea that there was an infinite amount of Robbe’s out there. His theory of infinite universes made Sander lonely, thinking of everything all the other Sanders were doing, but he loved seeing the way Robbe’s eyes lit up when he talked about it.
After Sander realized his feelings for Robbe, with his long hair spread out over his pillow and a sleepy look on his face, he asked Robbe if every Robbe had a Sander and Robbe had just blinked at him, confused as to where the question was coming from, and smiled, whispering, “Of course, there is.” It had made Sander happy and made his chest glow because no matter the universe, Sander had Robbe. But, now, the infinite universe theory made him sad because there was a daunting realization that maybe, just maybe , there was a universe where a Robbe didn’t have his Sander or a Sander didn’t have his Robbe, and maybe, just maybe, that might be this one.” (Chapter Three)
#wtfock#wtfam#robbe ijzermans#sander driesen#sobbe#rosander#drijzermans#note: this does have (minor) vds in it#sander x robbe#brennaedits#brennawrites#idk why i made this#it's honestly been on my mind for a few days now#and this quote has stuck with me#especially since this has been my thought process whenever i first heard about parallel universes#also robbe has an older brother in this#i had a lot of ideas in place and then i ended up focusing solely on sobbe LOL#honestly it's a little messy but it's my messy fic and i love it <3#also i made myself emo the first time i wrote this#i made myself emo editing it#and rereading it#again and again#it STILL makes me emo and i still love it#(don't worry this quote hits and the very next scene is a confession scene)#just don't kill me with the beginning of chapter 4 pls#natalie yelled at me#also i experimented with coloring and the paper torn edges so let me know what you think
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in my mind:
From dancing away on the beach surrounded by friends who had become family, the reality of the world in front of them was fading into the final and longest summer of their lives.
aka series of drabbles from the squad at the beach
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I wrote this inspired by Taylor Swift's this is me trying for tipsyloveletters and brennawrites (both on ig) august poetry prompt "your favourite song" but later realised that it works for the prompt "folklore" as well.
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#writing#taylor swift#folklore#poetry#poetryportal#writerscreed#poetryclub13#writtenconsiderations#poetryriot#twcpoetry#poeticstories#inspireamuse#brokensoulsreborn#shakingwhispers#13cupsofteareblog#inkstay#starlitpoems#august prompts
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Lots of icons for Cian because I use them to test new dollmakers. Some are more accurate and some are less accurate.
Confused | Blushing | Vibrant Background | Heart | Side Profile | Close Eyes | Crying | Suit | ow<
Tag list: @jingjingteon - @jess---writes - @spellboundinks - @oheoo - @writersloth - @human-nonsense - @writerproject - @theshadowsofthenight - @brennawrites - @focusdumbass - @jaywrites101 - @thepassioncrisis - @charvaughn-writes - @whatsanwritepocalae .
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Thank you very much for tagging me @writingandresearching !
Rules: Answer 15 questions, then tag 15 mutuals you'd like to get to know better.
Are you named after someone?
No but I've had two people name their kids after me for some insane reason
When was the last time you cried?
I have no time for such primitive emotions (yesterday prob)
Do you have kids?
Hell, NO and I never will
Do you use sarcasm a lot?
No... I would never do that (yes)
What is the first thing you notice about people?
What they're holding/if they could pose a threat to me (I'm hella paranoid, it's annoying)
What's your eye-colour?
Blue!
Scary movies or happy endings?
Both, but it depends on my mood
Any special talents?
I'm ambidextrous
Where were you born?
In the Amazing, Blessed United States of America 😁😁🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🎉🎉🎉
What are your hobbies?
Shooting, building my knife collection, reading and writing
Do you have any pets?
I have a darling golden lab and a rude maincoon cat
How tall are you?
5'4"
What sports do you play/have played?
I played soccer and T-ball as a little kid, did gymnastics for 4 years and ran track from 6 y/o through middle school
Favourite subject at school?
English and my extracurricular Law Enforcement classes
Dream job?
I'm going into Law Enforcement!!
I'll tag: @brennawrites @marniewrite @girlnovels @noodle-mum @chewitch @fs-daniels @benallen-author @jadeswritinggarden @leonajasmin-writeblr @winchester-with-wings @crazybunchwriter @distance-does-not-matter @chariot-writes @itstartswithablankpage @annaalexiswrites
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Happy Saturday! Journaling out my thoughts this afternoon ✏️
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#amwriting #journaling #brennawrites #bookstagram #shelfie #bibliophile #bookworm #booknerd #writing
#amwriting#bookstagram#bibliophile#journaling#brennawrites#bookworm#shelfie#booknerd#writing#booklr#mine
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drabble based on this image from @annonymannonym and idea from @birthdaysentiment
wtDRABBLES - part three (READ ON AO3)
To Robbe and Sander, Wednesday had become one of their many traditions.
Their first official hang-out since the beach trip—and their first kiss that happened in the ashen remains of a failed double-date—had happened on a Wednesday evening with beer in their system and joy in their hearts. Their first unofficial date, swapping a joint and lazy kisses, had happened on a Wednesday afternoon with sunlight pouring into Robbe’s temporary bedroom in an empty flatshare. Sander had met Robbe’s mom on a Wednesday morning for coffee after she was released from the hospital and they went on an impromptu day-trip on a Wednesday to the beach in January just because Sander wanted to kiss Robbe in that damned grocery store and on the beach like he wanted to before.
To them, as a couple, Wednesday was their day—for them and them alone—and, so, they made a point of Wednesday being their day. Their day to spend their days and evenings together, giggling and laughing, kissing deeply and soundly, hands wandering beneath the fabric of their t-shirts and leather belts. Or they would go out to an art exhibit that Sander wanted to see, taking pictures in front of the frames or together with a bad angle. Or, sometimes, Robbe would drag Sander to the cinema for a movie that he wanted to see—or some random film that he found on the internet—and hold his hand in his lap, playing with his fingers absentmindedly. Even during quarantine, they would facetime for hours together, giggling and talking with one another, longer than they would on other days with no Broerrrs to interrupt them.
And, this Wednesday was no different than any other Wednesday.
Before his life drawing class had even finished, Sander had seen Robbe’s signature brown jacket standing outside of the classroom. There was a flash of purple standing next to him—likely Celeste who had spotted him on her way out of her class down the hall. Once Sander had spotted his boyfriend’s side profile and his backpack with a tiger patch through the large windows, he could not get out of the classroom fast enough. Sander scrambled to put his supplies away early, earning a nasty look from his professor as he did so, and practically raced into his boyfriend’s arms when they were dismissed.
As the two of them kissed, their masks pulled over their chins, Celeste giggled as she shook her head. “Couldn’t you have let me have him for a few more minutes, Driesen?” Celeste asked.
“Why?” Sander asked, tugging Robbe closer to him. His boyfriend let out a melodious giggle, one that sent butterflies and joy through his body like it was the first time, and buried his face into the crook of his neck. There was a faux-annoyed look in Celeste’s eyes, but Sander could still make out her cheekbones turned upward from beneath the black fabric of her mask. “So, you can steal my boyfriend away? Too bad, you can’t have him.”
Celeste rolled her eyes. “That’s okay, I’ll just talk to him later then.”
“You can talk now.”
“No,” Celeste said, a teasing look in her eyes as she started to move away from them. “Now that you have decided to join us, we cannot talk about this further.” Before she stepped away, she leaned towards Robbe and whispered, “Text me tomorrow and we can continue to talk about it, okay?”
Robbe giggled. “Of course, I can’t wait.”
Celeste winked and disappeared down the hallway.
“What was that about?” Sander asked.
Even with the forest green mask covering his nose and mouth, Sander could make out the smile on his features, bright and beautiful and his. Robbe shook his head, firmly grasping at the lapels of Sander’s jacket, before turning his gaze back to his. “I can’t tell you that.”
Sander pouted. “Why not? You tell me everything?”
“I do,” Robbe agreed.
“So, why won’t you tell me?”
“Because it’s a surprise.”
“A surprise? Is it for my birthday?” All it takes is the bashful look in Robbe’s eyes to know that he was on the right track. With how his last birthday went—having to see Robbe through a screen without being able to hold him—Sander knew that this year would be loads better than the last... and his last birthday had already been one of his best ones. Grinning down at Robbe, Sander smiled. “What did you get me, Robin?”
Robbe smirked. “Whatever it is, you’ll find out on the 27th.”
“Oh,” Sander said, matter-of-factly. Robbe smiled brighter and Sander wished that he didn’t have that piece of cloth over his mouth, obscuring it from view. “Well, I, for sure, can’t wait until my birthday to see what you have in store for me.”
Robbe giggled, the sound sending a flood of warmth through Sander’s heart. Stepping closer to him, Robbe tugged on Sander’s black mask, bringing it down to his chin again. Even though Robbe was always talking about regulations and following the rules, neither one of them seemed to not care about them in the current moment, in an empty hallway with only them and no one else to see. After tugging down his own mask down, Robbe stepped closer to Sander, sliding their lips together so effortlessly and flawlessly as they had done so many times over the past year.
Still, after a year of love and devotion, Sander could never tire of kissing Robbe, feeling all of Robbe’s feelings against his lips—without question or hesitation about how he felt. Even though a professor would likely come around the corner and scold them, and they would deserve it so, Sander sunk into Robbe’s kiss, pulling him closer by the hips, and Robbe leaned against him, his lips tugging up into a smile. Sander cradled Robbe’s face, pulling him closer, before running his fingers through his hair and swiping his thumb across the stud earring that he had—
Wait.
Pulling away from Robbe, who looked dazed and confused, Sander turned Robbe’s head by his chin to find a brand new earring in place of the normal stud—the one that Sander had bought him once Robbe’s ear was healed enough to switch them out. It was a small, dainty lightning bolt-shaped out of stainless steel. In the white light of the hallway, it glittered and shined.
“That’s new,” Sander said. He swiped his thumb over the earring which caused it to skew slightly and he moved to correct it. “When did you get that?”
“Last week,” Robbe said, sheepishly. “When Zoë and I went shopping at the mall, I saw it in the shop and... I thought of you.” Robbe’s cheeks flushed a bright shade of pink. “And, I decided that I wanted to wear it today. Do you like it?”
Sander smiled. “Of course, Robin,” he said. Bringing Robbe closer, he pressed a long kiss against his lips before dragging them down his jaw to the new earring. After pressing a gentle kiss against the new lightning bolt earring, Sander whispered, “I like everything on you, baby.”
Robbe scoffed. “More like everything off me.”
“Both is good.”
Robbe giggled, tossing his head back. His mess of curls shaking around him. Reaching up, Robbe tugged up on his mask, pulling it over his nose again. Sander couldn’t help to pout before Robbe reached out to cover his face as well. “Come on,” Robbe said. “We better get going before we end up being scolded by one of your professors again.”
Sander snorted, letting Robbe grab him by the arm and lead him to the exit. Tucking his portfolio between his side and his arm, Sander wrapped his other arm around Robbe’s shoulders and pulled him closer to him. Robbe smiled over at him, falling against his side easily. The two of them walked together, swaying on their own axis together. “So,” Sander asked, leaning close to his boyfriend. “What are our plans for this Wednesday?”
Robbe shrugged, nonchalantly before turning to Sander. “I don’t know quite yet.” Wrapping his arm around Sander’s waist, between the fabric of his shirt and his leather jacket, Robbe added, “Let’s find out.”
“With you?” Sander asked, pulling him closer before placing a kiss against his temple through his mask. “Always.”
#wtfock#wtdrabbles fic#wtfock drabbles#robbe ijzermans#sander driesen#sobbe#rosander#drijzermans#sander x robbe#robbe x sander#brennawrites#alice#cille#i love you both#also the amount of times i've said 'someone else write it' and then i wrote it
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Ever wondered what might happen if Robbe and Sander ended up in a universe where they were enemies? Would they still fall in love? Would the story of Robbe and Sander still work out the way it’s always meant to? Find out in the collection one more night, a rather-spontaneous collaboration between myself, @honeyandsinn, @womenstan, @sonderthroughthestreets, @thenerd10, and @12monthoctober.
As of right now, the collaboration is going to span 6 total chapters with one of us writing each part so be on the lookout for those in the coming weeks.
chapter one: punch and tell (T)
Stepping out onto the back porch of a party, slamming the door behind him to block out the busy noise of the party and the blaring neon lights and pounding music, Robbe let out a half-scream of annoyance and frustration. The sound that escaped his lips had been drowned out by the pounding music behind him. Running a hand over his face, Robbe stomped down the steps into the backyard, putting more force behind each step than he should’ve, before letting out a loud sigh as he stared up into the night sky. He hated it; he hated how a man who had once been his friend—one of his closest in fact—was capable of eliciting such a strong and intense anger from the pit of his stomach.
Robbe turned back toward the party, hoping that somehow the whole building will catch alight and burn to the ground in fire and ash... all because of one single man who managed to hit every single string of nerves in Robbe’s body with burning hot fingers, aimed to hurt him deep in his soul.
Sander Driesen.
chapter two: bad habit (M)
He and Sander had been purposely avoiding each other ever since that night at the party and for good reason. Robbe couldn’t fucking believe he did that, slept with Sander Driesen. On a list of his terrible decisions that definitely ranked somewhere near the top.
chapter three: conversations (M)
Sander and Robbe try to "talk" for once.
chapter four: let me forget you (M)
Now, Sander held the power of breaking this thing off whenever and leaving Robbe a mess again. But, Robbe had decided he wasn’t going to let that happen. He wasn’t just going to sit still and look pretty until Sander decided he’d had enough of him. Besides, it was nothing more than sex between them. He could live without it, or find it elsewhere.
He was going to stop this thing and he was going to move on.
How difficult could it be, right?
chapter five: back to the beginning (G)
At one point in time, Sander and Robbe were friends... maybe it could have even been more.
What happened to make such a strong friendship crumble beneath their feet?
chapter six
#wtfock#this is late but i thought... i need an official post#when i say this is spontaneous#know i mean it 1050%#brennawrites
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wtFOCK what if’s: Noor as the Season 4 Main
All of Noor’s life, she wanted to pursue one thing: art. Since she was small, she had dreams of going to the Academy and making a career being an artist. However, when her parents transfer her to the KAB to put her on a “sensible” career path like her older brother, Noor’s plans seem to have altered. Now, she’s forced between deciding what she wants to do with her life and what her parents want her to do.
However, the abrupt move isn’t too bad. Her best friend, Britt Ingelbrecht, also goes to the KAB, and is eager to help her through the change in her life—even if her friends, the other members of Blonde Ambition, do not seem to like her. Plus, her other friends—Zoë, Yasmina, Amber, and Luca—are more than welcoming when she asks to join them for lunch. However, in the midst of all the chaos of her life, Noor’s friendship with Britt is drastically shifting in ways that she never expected, feelings rising that she didn’t anticipate. And, Noor has a feeling that it just might be mutual.
Shame: Conflicting ideologies/wants from parents; wanting to pursue your dream and having someone else (namely parents) try to shoehorn your life in another direction.
Pros: Britt seen in a positive light & as the love interest instead of the seemingly one-dimensional antagonist, possible Noor and Yasmina friendship because they’re both creative beans, possible Moyo subplot because Noor takes no shits from any men, a main in a character that the fandom already loves and enjoys (a lot), Noor’s inclusion into the Girl Squad, no Jana-erasure, more LBGT+ rep.
Cons: Not Yasmina or Moyo
Note: This season would only happen if Yasmina’s season had to have been pushed back (let’s be real tho, as far as we know, it didn’t) and Moyo was a blocked character forbidden to have a season altogether.
#wtfock#wtfockedit#noor bauwens#britt ingelbrecht#ingelwens#i couldn't stop thinking about this so i made a giset sue me#brennaedits#idk how transferring would work in belgium (i'm obviously not flemish) so for the purposes of this story: pretend this would work LOL#also: shout out to EMMA for downloading the original party clip from s4 for me#because wtfock decided to be dumb and take out the britt/noor/milan convo from the full ep#brennawrites#<- not technically this but eh
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the curse of betrayal:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has gained a new student.
After an abrupt change of schools and a move back to London, thanks to her mom’s ever-changing job, Jana has been brought to the school that her father attended to finish out her schooling. Leaving behind her friends at Beauxbatons, and losing some along the way, Jana must find her own place in Hogwarts—especially now that she doesn’t have her long-time best friend and school-year-penpal, Britt Ingelbrecht, to lean on after the events of the summer. Despite this, Jana has her handsome and loving boyfriend, Jens Stoffels, at her side and his friends, who seem to enjoy her presence. Even after the abrupt move and the loss of all her friends, Jana has everything that she wants… right?
Jana Ackermans had spent the first four years of her magical school career at Beauxbatons. While she had prepared for a life of magic since she had first used it at the age of three to summon a confiscated teddy bear from the top shelf, nothing could have prepared her for the majesty of Beauxbatons Academy.
Since the foundation of the school, all the way in ancient times, the school was stationed in an elegant, meticulously designed chateau that could’ve passed for an abandoned royal palace. As the volume of students increased exponentially—taking not only students from France, but also those located in Belgium (where Jana lived when she turned 11), the Netherlands, and a handful of other countries—the chateau had been expanded and redone, making it seem as though the chateau had forever been like that. From the famous Flamel Fountain to the majestic gardens where the students would study in the sun, the chateau was a timeless and beautiful classic in the hidden depth of the French countryside. The school’s beautiful, dazzling glamour not only attracted classically trained chefs and musicians, but also a wild flock of winged horses who were fed and cared for by the students in Care of Magical Creatures.
Now, thinking of the school had made her sad—especially since it was the school that she had known for so long. Especially since Hogwarts—beautiful and magical in its way—was so different than the school she had known. When Jana was little, she and her family had lived in London—in the same house that became a vacation home in the summer—but her mother’s abrupt job transfer took them all to Antwerp, Belgium. If they had never moved, Jana would’ve never gone to Beauxbatons, never would’ve met the roommates that she loved so much, and she would’ve been at Hogwarts, the school that she was at right now.
While Jana understood her mother’s wishes to have her transfer to Hogwarts so she would be closer to London, there was a part of her that wished that she had never left Beauxbatons. Given how the summer months had ended, with her longest friendship—one that endured years of distance and school-year letters—shattered into splinters of fractured glass, the resonating feeling of sad nostalgia seemed to be amplified with how different the Hogwarts school was from Beauxbatons.
But, above all else, Jana missed her former roommates—Adeleine and Charlotte—who had been her roommates since their first year together. She missed Adeleine and her ability to always find the best gossip in Beauxbatons, eagerly retelling it in long, dramatic stories in the depths of the night. She missed Charlotte and her drawings, having decorated their dormitory with her numerous sketches charmed on the walls. She even missed Charlotte’s obnoxious hairdryer that had a hum that would wake Jana up every morning without fail. She missed their late-night talks, giggling quietly on one of their beds so they wouldn’t get caught, and their weekend extravaganzas in the gardens, their books and notes forgotten on their laps and laughing loudly, openly.
However, despite the sadness Jana felt whenever she thought of Beauxbatons and her wishes that she had never left her friends, there was something equally as thrilling and magical about being at Hogwarts. Whenever she had first seen the castle, leaning out over the side of a carriage drawn by thestrals, Jana had been amazed at the beauty that it held and how a feeling of warmth seemed to rush through her all at once—like she was home.
#wtfock#jana ackermans#hogwarts au#jens stoffels#stackermans#robbe ijzermans#moyo makadi#aaron jacobs#keisha#zoë loockx#jens x jana#jana x jens#brennawrites#gryffindor!jana ackermans#gryffindor!jens stoffels#gryffindor!zoë loockx#gryffindor!moyo makadi#hufflepuff!robbe ijzermans#hufflepuff!aaron jacobs#gryffindor!keisha#it's finally hereeeeeeeeeee#I FINALLY GET TO USE THIS GIFFFFFFF#hi <3#be gentle with me on updating but i just really wnted to drop it LOL#brennaedits
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just friends chapter four:
Months ago, after a one-night stand that couldn’t stay that way, Robbe and Sander made an agreement—the two of them, no strings attached. But, Sander’s feelings for Robbe were strong, to begin with, and they’re growing stronger with each passing day—and he knows that he is more in love with Robbe than he should be.
Special shoutout to Tasfia (@sonderthroughthestreets) for not only being a kind AND supporting friend but literally reading this chapter scene-by-scene as I finished writing them to let me know if the scenes were good. Also special thanks to the "Alt Er Writer's Block" server for being so supportive and loving as I slowly but surely progressed through this chapter.
Sander didn’t know how long he had been asleep.
Once the sun had fully risen in the morning sky, Senne had pulled the sleepy and somewhat distraught Sander from the roof. Together, though Sander was a little slower, they collected the bundle of blankets that he had brought to the roof before heading down to their apartment, gripping their empty mugs in their hands. Even on the roof, dozing off against Senne’s shoulder briefly, Sander’s minimum amount of sleep had already been catching up with him and the trip in the elevator made him more sleepy. Once Sander’s head hit his pillow—the one coated with Robbe’s lingering scent and shampoo—he was soon plunged into the darkness of sleep again.
Unsurprisingly, his dreams were filled with Robbe.
Sander dreamed of Robbe, wrapped tightly in his arms, holding him close as they laid in bed, their legs tangled together beneath the sheets. He could make out the freckles on Robbe’s shoulders, the gentle flush of his cheeks, and the dimples on his cheeks. Robbe was laying flush against Sander’s chest, their breaths in harmony as they held each other close. It was so realistic that Sander nearly believed that he would find Robbe right there in his arms, his fingers absentmindedly playing with his hair. But, Sander’s heart knew that he would not be there when the dream ended, slipping through his fingers like smoke until he couldn’t even remember.
When Sander woke up, reluctantly blinking awake, his room was cloaked in darkness. His heavy curtains were drawn closed, blocking out the afternoon sun. There was a blanket tucked around his shoulders and the ones from the roof were tangled around his legs. None of his lights were on—not even the lamp on his desk—and Sander couldn’t tell if the darkness was comforting or taunting. The only light in the room was the small sliver of light that snuck between the wooden door and the frame. He could barely make out the smell of something cooking in the kitchen—his stomach let out a loud growl—and he could hear someone shuffling around outside.
Sander sighed, stretching his arms above his head, and turned to confirm his fears.
He was alone.
#wtfock#robbe ijzermans#sander driesen#sobbe#rosander#drijzermans#sobbe fic#brennawrites#the chapter is here and BOY it's a long one#brennaedits
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just friends chapter one:
summary: Months ago, after a one-night stand that couldn't stay that way, Robbe and Sander made an agreement—the two of them, no strings attached. But, Sander's feelings for Robbe were strong, to begin with, and they're growing stronger with each passing day—that he's more in love with Robbe than he should be.
Today was just another Friday night party. The crowd in front of him was just another rotating group of party-goers that stumbled their way into the club, trying to find a way to forget all their troubles using another three pins of lukewarm beer. It was just another audience that would dance to whatever music was blasting through the speakers, who would dance with a stranger if given the chance. It was the same as the Friday night last week—and the Friday night before that.
The dance floor was completely covered with people whose features were hidden in the minimal lighting of the club. Occasionally, the bright magenta and blue spotlights would bathe a few of them in their bright neon light, but the majority of the club remained bathed in darkness. There were pairs, dancing together, kissing, with their arms wrapped together. For some of them, their bodies swayed together in a way that would’ve been considered indecent if they were anywhere else. There were also large groups, dancing together in large circles, swapping drinks like it was second nature with loud, joyous laughter that could be vaguely heard over the speakers.
Standing on the stage above the crowd was Sander Driesen.
To the party-goers on the dance floor, who had way too many drinks in their system, Sander looked something like a god, wrapped in the shadows of the stage. Occasionally, the neon spotlights would drag across his form and everyone could see how beautiful he was on the stage, lost in his element of choosing the music. His hair was a bright shade of white, standing out amongst the shadows, and his dark roots made him look more rugged than normal. The bright neon lights flashed over him again, lighting up his nose ring and his barbell earring.
On nearly every Friday night, Sander would be up here, with a pair of headphones over his ears and with a focus of unwavering steel. He commanded the music like it was second nature, switching the songs at the precise moment that the previous song would dwindle into its final notes. He knew when to replace a slower-paced song with a song with a faster pace. As his time went on, he would remain oblivious to the joyous screams the crowd produced at each well-timed and well-needed switch; however, he would also be increasingly aware of what the party needed at each new song blasting over the speakers.
(continue reading on AO3)
#wtfock#robbe ijzermans#sander driesen#sobbe#rosander#drijzermans#brennawrites#it's officially hereeeeeeeeee#it's been nearly a year in the making (and one vds fwb)#but it's finally HERRREEEEEEEE#i hope you guys enjoy it#long post#brennaedits
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tomorrow✨
#wtfock#wtfock fic#sobbe#rosander#drijzermans#this is a mini prequel for the first half of the fic#which centers around younes’s surprise party#so background yousmina ;)#in love yousmina#brennawrites
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There were a lot of things he had to hide—from his friends, from Milan, from Zoë, from himself. His worries about his mother became hidden behind the smoking and daring tricks. His dreams that he kept to himself and never spoke about—switching the details of the man in his dreams with a vague image of a girl that would pass by at the time. As the months went on, as the dreams became almost unavoidable, Robbe spiraled and spiraled and spiraled. Zoë expressed her concern—the boys remained unaware—and Milan tried to speak up but Robbe shoved him off.
And, he might’ve kept spiraling, falling off the edge without a safety net to catch him, destroying whatever he had left remaining in the shambles of the life he had known.
If it wasn’t for Sander Driesen.
#wtfock#robbe ijzermans#hufflepuff robbe ijzermans#i finally decided to go ahead and do this#do i like this?#i don't know#brenna's hogwarts au#brennaedits#brennawrites#<- sort of#i don't know if i like the bottom right gif tbh
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punch and tell:
Stepping out onto the back porch of a party, slamming the door behind him to block out the busy noise of the party and the blaring neon lights and pounding music, Robbe let out a half-scream of annoyance and frustration. The sound that escaped his lips had been drowned out by the pounding music behind him. Running a hand over his face, Robbe stomped down the steps into the backyard, putting more force behind each step than he should’ve, before letting out a loud sigh as he stared up into the night sky. He hated it; he hated how a man who had once been his friend—one of his closest in fact—was capable of eliciting such a strong and intense anger from the pit of his stomach.
Robbe turned back toward the party, hoping that somehow the whole building will catch alight and burn to the ground in fire and ash... all because of one single man who managed to hit every single string of nerves in Robbe’s body with burning hot fingers, aimed to hurt him deep in his soul.
Sander Driesen.
part one of one more night
#wtfock#robbe ijzermans#sander driesen#sobbe#enemies to enemies with benefits to lovers#collaboration#part one#one more night#brennawrites
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