#sobbe headcanons

Hiii Emma!! 🥰💕 thank youuuu so much🥺🥺

Okay so,

Sander isn’t much for the simple things. He likes big statements. Everything he does and sees is always something loud and eye-catching: his bleached hair, the art he creates, the art he sees, the grand romantic gestures that sweeps his boyfriend off his feet. But every once in a while he looks at Robbe and he gets caught up in simple. A quiet moment where he does something or says something and it’s like Sander’s floating on air, dreaming on a cloud.

It happens when Robbe is quietly humming while making his morning coffee, when he slips his hand into his without thinking on the streets, when his icy feet slowly melt into the warmth of his under the sheets, when he watches him sleep, his breathing even and steady.

And it happens when he watches him get ready in the mornings.

Robbe’s getting dressed for class, or to meet with Zoë and Milan or Yasmina for brunch. He’s getting his jeans on, pulling up his pants to his waist, getting the belt through the loops. And then he’s wearing a white shirt, shaking out his hair to tame some of the mess it makes. Then he’s meticulously tucking it into his dark jeans and Sander’s mesmerized by the way his fingers move. It’s a simple thing, really, but he finds all the muscles in his back relax as he watches him and he sinks more into the pillow of the bed. He’s feeling a lot of things right now, sleepy and dreamy and and insanely attracted.

And it’s when Robbe grabs his wallet, putting it into his back pocket, and turns around with a startled smile that Sander lets out a small snort.

“What?” asks Robbe.

“Nothing. Just really like you in that shirt,” he says.

“Hmmm,” hums Robbe as he puts his black sweatshirt over it. “It’s yours,” he says.

“Stealing everything of mine, huh? First my heart and now my shirts.”

“You’ve stolen mine, too,” retorts Robbe.

“I’ve never stolen your shirts,” Sander gives him a pointed look. He watches him check the battery percentage on his phone and take it off his charger as he pockets it. He walks over to him, shaking his head with a smile as he leans down the bed to kiss him softly.

“My heart, idiot,” Robbe laughs, a sound that gets captured in Sander’s mouth. He licks the melody off his lips, tastes the minty toothpaste he’d used to brush his teeth this morning, runs a hand through his hair, knowing he’ll have to fix the mess again.

“Come back soon,” he whispers.

“Always,” Robbe whispers back into a kiss on his cheek.

Omg Robbe's birthday. That's a day that is the most important in Sander's calendar because duuuh? He has to stop himself really hard not to go all out, Robbe shooting him pointing looks a month prior whenever Sander teases him about his birthday coming up, and he tries to convince Sander not to make a big deal out of it, which is preposterous if you ask Sander. Not a big deal, IT'S THE BIGGEST DEAL.

And this year especially cause Robbe is turning 18! Eighteen! He's gonna be a whole ass adult 🥺 Sander has been compiling a list of ideas since August 21st 2020 🤭 But don't tell Robbe cause he's gonna call him a dork.

Eventually, Sander decides to take advantage of the fact that they both have summer vacation and that corona rules have been eased and books a 3 day trip to Paris. Cause Robbe has never been there, you know? Sander has visited like 5 times, on school trips, with his parents and even with his friends, but Robbe has never traveled outside the Belgium border. Robbe's childhood looked a little different than Sander's, and even though the boy always says he's okay with not having/doing certain stuff, Sander wants to give him the world, so a trip to Paris it is. He already has all his counter arguments ready to go when Robbe starts complaining about him spending so much money on him so that's been taken care of.

They're gonna stay in an Airbnb (a nice one tho) because as much as Sander wanted to rent a penthouse suite, his last semester part time job wasn't enough to cover that 😬 He's gonna be Robbe's personal tour guide in two museums he chose for them to visit (Robbe's not an art freak like him so Sander had to limit that number), they're gonna take strolls along the Seine, kiss at the top of the Eiffel Tower (and under it, and in the apartment, and in the museum, and in the... you get the gist), have a romantic dinner at one of the more popular restaurants that Sander will splurge on, and anything else Robbe would want to do.

Image that Sander has a (twin)brother but they got separated up when he was still really young but old enough to remember he had a brother… Like say his parents split up and he stayed with his mum while his brother stayed with his dad. And as their parents did not want any contact with each other, he had no contact with his brother either. Let’s assume his dad and brother have no accounts, at least not in their real names, on social media…

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 YES LET'S DISCUSS WHAT PETS ROBBE AND SANDER MAY HAVE HAD AS YOUNG TEENS

I can see him owning a guniea pig yes but personally whenever i think of a lil sander, all i can think of is a small black or gray kitten he picked up from the streets, brought home, gave a bath to and played with for hours, named it some weird name from some tv show he was obsessed with at that time. but i feel like he wouldn't exactly restrain the cat much and let it wander around and come home whenever it wants. over the years the catto grew up and would leave for longer but still visit on some days. imagine robbe coming over to sander's one day at the beginning of their relationship and finding this cat he has never seen before lounging on the sofa and no one in the house batting an eye gstjdsgkfaeh

So now I’m just thinking about Patrick-Swayze- in-Dirty-Dancing-smooth-dancer!boy Robbe teaching professional-klutz-with-the-rhythm-of-a-white-dad-at-a-bbq Sander how to do basic things like the Macarena and

They’re in Robbe’s dance studio after hours with the music blaring

Sander just can’t grasp the concept

He can’t figure out what hand goes where at what time

“Sander, there’s more to dancing then snapping your fingers and screwing up your face to Bowie. Come on.”

Sander’s hips are so stiff and Robbe can’t understand how he can go from smooth af flipping him onto the bed to Sander.exe has stopped working when it comes to dancing but he’s just watching him like

Bonus points if this is the first time Sander has heard the Macarena

Bonus bonus if he has a basic understanding of Spanish (vamonos! At the beach house) and he’s just listening to the lyrics like

Eventually they’re laughing too hard to continue and it just ends up being something like

1. We know Sander is very caring with Robbe, putting his hand behind his head on the wall seconds before pushing him up to it so he wouldn’t hit his head and all that, uwu. The second he sees Robbe’s pierced ear he races over to Robbe’s. As soon as Robbe opens the door Sander has his hands on Robbe’s face, carefully turning his head, with a concerned look om his face. ‘What did you do,’ he almost whines. ‘What?’ Robbe chuckles. ‘Your ear, silly, didn’t it hurt?’ Sander says, softly. ‘Honey, I’m fine,’ Robbe laughs. ‘Are you sure?’ ‘Yes I’m sure.’ ‘Okay, okay, good,’ Sander says as he let’s out a sigh. ‘But I appreciate you worrying for me,’ Robbe says with a smile on his face.