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ayellowcurtain · 4 years

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here's my zoenne prompt: on the clip of their first date when zoe didn't let senne drive her back home when he had to leave, zoe gets home and she receives a message from senne asking her if she got home safely, she answers him (you can choose if they keep talking through messages or if she only replies and it stops there)

This is so stupid, Senne is still Senne. Zoe puts on her headplones and lets it play on shuffle as she walks to the nearest bus stop, trying to stop thinking about him. About how it felt - for just a minute - that Senne was someone completely different.

She looks around like a dumbass, like someone can read her mind or like if she runs into someone she knows, they’ll see that she’s thinking about him nonstop ever since he left her because of some emergency.

He’s so ridiculously handsome, I’ll give him that.

Zoe’s brain is quicker than her pride, imagining how it feels to kiss him, to run her fingers through his soft, chocolate like hair, to see him up close and to really see who he is behind the cocky Senne mask.

The volume of her music gets almost too loud as she keeps pressing the up volume button, trying to silence her dirty thoughts about him. Zoe stops, watching the people around her, trying to focus on something else on her way home. It’s a constant game of managing to distract herself and then in the next second her brain flooding her imagination with how it would feel to be alone with Senne, kissing him for hours until their lips get sore and dry.

When she’s finally home, walking upstairs, her phone shakes her hand with the notification of a new message.

to Zoe: got home safe?

I’m sorry I had to leave like that

She knows she shouldn’t. Just a normal “yes, I’m home” text would do, but maybe her brain isn’t functioning well after thinking so much about someone she’s supposed to hate that she lifts her phone, taking a picture of the old stairwell in front of her and she sends to him before she can think twice.

The photo is seen right away and so Zoe stops on the stairs, waiting for some stupid message from this guy that just bothers her so much.

to Senne: looks creepy

I’m free again, if you want to hang out again...it’s still early

Zoe rolls her eyes, texting back right away.

to Senne: no, it’s late. I just got home and can’t wait to be in bed.

to Zoe: I have a bed too. That’s not a problem.

She bites the inside of her bottom lip not to smile, finally going home, noticing how quiet it is before she starts taking her jacket off, texting back.

to Senne: My bed is better than yours.

to Zoe: how do you know that? You’ve never been in my bed, I would know :)

to Senne: Why are you so annoying? Does this really work with other girls?

to Zoe: you.

Are the one always putting other girls in our conversation...

to Senne: there’s nothing “ours”, Senne.

I promised you a date and that’s it. Now we’re done

to Zoe: something tells me we aren’t done yet, Zoe

She puts her phone down on her pillow, rolling her eyes as she finally takes most of her clothes off, putting some comfy pijamas as she walks to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. Milan’s bedroom is completely dark and quiet and Lisa is watching something, Zoe can hear the voices of a show she recognizes, but doesn’t bother to go check or Lisa won’t leave her alone. To check her phone if she gets new messages.

When she’s finally back and safe inside her bedroom, it’s hard to resist the urge to grab her phone and check their conversation. For Senne’s new messages, if there are any.

She turns the lights off, fluffs her pillow and goes under the covers, adjusting her body to a comfortable position, looking at the phone, still on the other pillow so she grabs it.

There’s a new message. From Senne. She clicks on their conversation and there’s an image of a bed, Zoe assumes it’s Senne’s.

As she’s looking at it carefully, zooming in and out to see the details on his nightstands, she gets a new message, a new photo and Senne is in his bed. You can’t see much, just from his collarbone up, but he’s shirtless, one arm streched around the empty pillow next to his, his soft and big hand holding the pillow comfortably.

to Zoe: My bed is better than yours.

I can see that you’re online again, reading my messages as soon as you get them...

Zoe locks her phone, letting it rest on her chest, looking up, closing her eyes tightly.

#wtfock #zoenne #zoe loockx #senne de smet #zoenne fic

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nshallah · 5 years

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“Every time I see you, I fall in love with you all over again” Zoenne 💕

May 11 - 10:57 AM

The images of last night are sort of a blur. Whatever Zoe can pile in her head is loud noises, twinkling lights, and a lot of wet kisses. Of course, the one thing that sticks out in her mind is good wet kisses, from none other than Senne. Last night was crazy and intense. Seeing amber and her friends in the same room as the guy she can’t seem to stay away from created a lot of tension for Zoe, she just had to take it out on Senne. “I don’t like you”. God, what an idiot.

“What are you thinking about?”

Zoe is distracted from her thoughts when Senne caresses her hair, moving it away from her eyes to get a better look at her while they lie in bed, away from the world.

“Nothing much, just trying to remember last night?”

“Was I that bad that you had to forget?”

“I don’t know, maybe you can try to refresh my memory?”

Zoe sits up from her position and puts one leg over Senne’s hips, straddling him to keep him in place. Senne’s hands find her waist as she bends down to kiss him softly. Senne hums to their kiss, moving his right hand up to the back of Zoe’s neck to deepen their kiss. Zoe’s hands slowly caress Senne’s chest, descending from his neck to his torso, then placing her hand over his heart.

“Thank you,” he whispers.

“For what?”

“For choosing me in the end.”

Zoe chuckles. She breaks the kiss and sits up, staring down at Senne with honest eyes.

“I’m glad I did.”

Senne stays silent, staring up at Zoe’s face. A small smile starts to form on his lips as he continues examining her eyes, her nose, her cheekbones, her lips.

“What?” she asks.

“I just- I honestly don’t know what to say.”

“What’s on your mind, then?”

He pauses for a moment, biting his lip and then releasing it, taking a deep breath.

“Every time I see you, I fall in love with you all over again.”

Zoe laughs. She falls sideways back on the bed next to Senne, giggling into her pillow.

“What? Why are you laughing?! What’s so funny?!”

“” Every time I see you, I fall in love with you all over again” blaaaaahhh you can never stop being a cliché!!!! I can’t!”

Senne groans. “Oh, come on. When are you gonna let that go?”

He turns away from her, facing the wall and pulling the covers away from her. Zoe glances at Senne, then climbs off the bed, walking around and bending down to face him.

“Senne.”

He closes his eyes and fake snores.

“Senne!”

She gets closer to him, blowing on his eyes. He yelps, then turns away, covering the big smile on his face. Unfortunately for him, Zoe catches it. She jumps on the bed, encasing Senne in her arms.

“And every time I see you smile, I get a little happier every day,” she whispers.

#wtfock #zoenne #zoenne fic #my fic #skam belgium #skam remakes #skam #all skam

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ravenbrenna09 · 4 years

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Jij Verliest - Master List

Summary: For the past three months, Robbe’s life—and what it once was—had been stripped away and rearranged. Now, if anything, his life had become a bit repetitive: homework, stream, ignore Thomas’s Instagram, repeat. But one Friday evening, Robbe meets a hurricane in the form of a platinum-haired tattoo artist who just might show him everything that he’s been missing.

Character Profiles/Announcement

Teaser: Press Start

Chapter One:

Zaterdag 9:31

Zaterdag 12:41

Zondag 18:31

Maandag 15:11

Dinsdag 19:47

Woensdag 11:26 (part one) (part two)

Donderdag 19:50

Vrijdag 20:23

Chapter Two:

Zaterdag 22:35

Zonday 13:14

Maandag 10:52

Dinsdag 12:39/12:46

Woensdag 18:49/19:53/20:58

Donderdag 12:16

Vrijdag 8:23

Chapter Three:

Zaterdag 15:52

Zondag 18:25

Maandag 19:21

Dinsdag 17:38

Woensdag 21:51

Woensdag 22:39/23:43

Donderdag 17:04

Vrijdag 22:32/22:52

Chapter Four:

Zaterdag 9:31

Zondag 10:21

Zondag 19:21

Maandag 15:10/15:23

Dinsdag 20:41

Woensdag 16:36/17:03/18:23

Donderdag 18:45

Vrijdag 12:12

Chapter Five:

Zaterdag 8:27

Zondag 18:53/20:34

Maandag 18:16/21:32

Dinsdag 19:12/19:25/20:04/22:34

Woensdag 21:45/21:49

Donderdag 22:39/22:51

Vrijdag 12:21/12:24

Chapter Six:

Zaterdag 11:29/12:01

Zondag 9:24

Maandag 14:51/17:42/21:22

Dinsdag 17:43

Woensdag 19:03

Donderdag 19:52

Vrijdag 12:42

Vrijdag 21:21

Chapter Seven:

Zaterdag 4:27/10:23

Zaterdag 10:29/Zondag 13:38

Maandag 11:52/Dinsdag 17:45

Woensdag 15:49/16:21

Donderdag 18:03/18:28 & Vrijdag 18:39

Chapter Eight:

Zaterdag 22:27

Zondag 13:26

Maandag 14:11/Dinsdag 19:25

Woensdag 12:39/17:36/17:49

Donderdag 18:28/Vrijdag 22:41

Epilogue: The End

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kalemakar · 4 years

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theres a zoenne and sobbe fic under the cut

Senne pushes Zoe against the wall next to their flatshare door and presses his lips against hers urgently. Zoe smiles before kissing him back and her arms slide up from Senne’s waist to his neck and they wrap around it, pulling him closer to her. Senne’s hand sneaks up under Zoe’s shirt and rubs her soft skin there. Their lips move in unison, leading to something more. Senne's hand flies away from Zoe’s waist and blindly reaches for the doorknob. Without moving his lips away from Zoe’s, he pushes the door open and pulls them inside.

“You fucking cheated!”

The harsh yell forces Zoe and Senne to jump away from each other. Senne, with his eyes wide open, looks for the cause of the commotion, realizing it came from Robbe, who is standing on the couch looking down at Sander with his hands on his hips. His eyebrows are pulled down together, framing his angry, glaring eyes, while his lips are being pulled down into a frown.

“I saw you! How could you fucking do that?!” Robbe cries.

“I didn’t! I swear I didn’t Robbe!” Sander yells back.

Senne is very confused. He stares at the two lovers who usually kiss whenever they can, cuddle on the couch while watching a movie, and overall just be sickeningly in love, arguing.

Sander reaches for his bag and jacket and shoves on his shoes “If you can’t believe me then I'm leaving!”

Robbe glares at him, “Fine by me” and stomps over to his room and slams the door so hard Senne hears the cups rattling in the kitchen cupboards.

Senne just stands in the middle of the living room shocked. He has no idea what just happened and is too afraid to find out. ‘Cheating?’ Sander would never cheat on Robbe; he's too in love with him. But Robbe did seem sure.

He turns to Zoe, “Wanna keep making out?” he asks, wanting to resume what they were doing before.

Zoe purses her lips and stares at Robbe‘s closed-door before whipping her head to door Sander just exited through. “Senne, you go talk to Robbe and I’ll catch up with Sander,” she says as she runs out the door.

Senne sighs and walks over to Robbe’s room and knocks on the door. He hears the bed covers ruffling and a loud sad sigh.

“Come in.”

Senne opens the door to see Robbe laying on his bed with his face shoved into his pillow.

Senne sighs wondering why his friend was this upset and was truly wondering if Sander really has done something wrong to upset him like this.

He walks over and sits on the bed to rub Robbe’s back, “What happened?”

He hears a muffled reply, “He cheated.”

Senne raises his eyebrow in shock, “Are you sure?? With who?”

“Yeah I am and I can’t believe he did it.”

“Okay but with who?” Senne asks again.

But Robbe doesn’t reply. Senne moves Robbe over to see that the boy has fallen asleep. Senne smiles softly and pulls up the covers over Robbe. He walks out of the room to see Zoe out of breath in the living room.

He rushes over and asks, “What did Sander say?”

Zoe manages to wheeze out, “He said…he didn’t...cheat at all,” Zoe manages to catch her breath, “I asked him what happened but he said he’s too angry to talk about it and left. I ran all the way back here to tell Robbe.”

Senne chuckles dryly, “Robbe has fallen asleep. And I don’t know if what Sander said is true. Robbe was pretty upset and is so sure that Sander cheated on him?!”

Zoe spits out a laugh, “What?! Sander would never do that! Let’s be real, he is too whipped for Robbe to do anything like that.”

Senne shakes his head in agreement, knowing that both the two are so in love, “Then what’s happening, Zoe?”

Zoe pouts and runs her hand through her hair, “I don’t know, but we have to do something.”

Senne gazes off into contemplation, trying to figure out how to get Sander and Robbe to talk out their issues. Suddenly, he’s hit with an idea he knows will work. If it works in American tv shows, it has to work for them too.

“Zoe! What if we just lock Sander and Robbe in a closet and don’t open the door until both of them talk out their issues?!” Senne asks Zoe excitedly.

Zoe just looks confused, “Why would we force them into a closet? And Robbe just came out of the closet. Why do we want to put him back in?”

Senne lets out a surprised laugh and shakes his head, “No, no, no. That’s not- no. When we force the two into a room and don’t let them out they’ll be forced to talk about their feelings.”

Zoe sighs but a small smirk start growing on her face, “It’s so stupid it might actually work.”

Senne feels like the statement should offend him but he doesn’t care; he’s so excited to see his plan work and have both of his boys happy together again.

The two plan for Zoe to get Sander and Senne to get Robbe and lock them in the bathroom. ‘Since the closet is not an ideal place Senne!’ Senne mocks in his head, upset that they didn’t stick to his original plan. The plan is set for tomorrow and the two go off to their bedroom, sharing lazy kisses, too tired to do anything else, before eventually falling asleep.

The two walk up the next day, groggy and tired, but excited to try and help their friends. Zoe hops out of bed, throwing on some clothes, while Senne brushes his teeth. The two smile at each other, rushing to make their plan a reality.

Senne walks Senne to their flat door, “Remember, try to come at exactly 14:30, That's 15 minutes from now.”

Zoe rolls her eyes, “Yes, yes I know now let me go get him.”

Senne pampers Zoe’s face with a bunch of small butterfly kisses making Zoe giggle before finally letting her go out the door. Senne closes the flat door and rests his head against it. He sighs, knowing that he’s going to have to talk to Robbe and make him forgo his video game. He grabs his cup of coffee and shuffles over to the living room. He sees Robbe violent playing his game, cursing at the tv screen, swinging his controller over while yelling into his mic. Ever since he woke up, he has been showing his angry side by slamming doors and being impatient at everything and everyone, even the coffee maker.

“Shit, shit, shit move you, idiot!” Robbe curses loudly.

Senne nervously bites his lips and stands directly in front of the tv. Robbe looks appalled, “Senne! Move!”

Senne raises his eyebrows at the tone of Robbe’s voice and Robbe sheepishly says sorry. He smiles, “Robbe, why don’t we hang out and talk?”

Robbe looks confused, “Uhh? Sure?”

Senne’s face lights up and he pulls Robbe up by the arm, leading him to the wall adjacent to the bathroom. With Robbe’s back towards the wall, he won't be able to see anyone walking in through the flat door, meaning that he won't see Zoe dragging in Sander. Just then Senne hears the flat door open. Robbe turns his head to look over, but Senne quickly turns his head back and shoves his phone into his face, showing Robbe a meme he found the other day. With Robbe successfully distracted, he peeks over the corner of the wall and sees a groaning Sander being pulled by Zoe. Zoe quickly shoves Sander into the bathroom, letting Senne know that it is his queue. He grabs Robbe’s hand and drags him; Robbe protests, wondering what the hell was going on. He pushes Robbe into the bathroom and Robbe’s shocked to see Sander whipping his head to stare at Zoe and Senne. Before either of them could get out, Zoe closes the door shut and the two lean against it, putting all their weight on it.

Robbe pounds their fists against the door, “Let us out!”

“Not until you two talk about what is happening right now! Clear up the supposed Sander cheating now!” Zoe yells back.

“I already know Sander cheated, we don't have to talk about anything” Robbe retorts angrily.

“Oh my god, Robbe I didn’t!”

Zoe and Senne look at each other nervously. Senne presses his ear against the door hoping to catch more of their conversation; even though that wasn't necessary since both were yelling at each other.

“Oh my god, I saw your hand reaching towards the bank when you were kissing me! Oh. My. God. Did you distract me by kissing me so you could steal the money?!!!” Robbe cries out.

Senne lifts his head up from the door and whispers, “Bank?”

Zoe looks just as confused. Bank? Money? What?

“Oh my god, I was moving the money so I could move you there to make it more comfortable!” Sander retorts exasperated.

“How can I trust you?!”

Senne sees a look of realization crosses Zoe’s face and she backs away from the door and buries her face into her hand. Senne however, is still so fricking confused. What is happening, he thinks.

Zoe starts laughing; she laughs so hard she’s bending over and holding her stomach. Senne is finally fed up with being confused, “What? What is happening?”

“Senne” Zoe gasps out, “They were playing Monopoly”

Senne finally gets it, slamming his head on the bathroom door, startling the two inside, making them stop bickering. Zoe and Senne had done all this just to find out this? This?

Senne yanks open the bathroom door, “Robbe, Sander, is Monopoly really the thing the two of you should be fighting about? Especially to this degree?!” he says to the now sheepish looking boys.

Senne pivots on his heel and pulls Zoe to their room.

“Where are you two going?” Robbe asks.

“To finish what you interrupted yesterday,” he replies. Zoe giggles and hugs Senne sideways after realizing what Senne means.

He pushes Zoe inside their room and puts his hands on the door to close it. Before the door fully closes, he can hear Sander ask Robbe, “Are they going to have sex now?”

Later that day in the evening, Senne, Zoe, Robbe, and Sander are spread out on the living room couches watching a random artsy movie that Sander put on. Senne was running his hand through Zoe’s hair since she is sleeping with her head down on his lap. He looks over to his side and sees Sander and Robbe cuddled up in a bunch of blankets whispering to each other. They look very happy and Senne is very relieved that they had gotten over their petty squabble after Zoe and Senne had come out of their room. Senne smiles when he realizes that the room is calm, peaceful, and quiet other than the movie playing in the background.

He hears the flat door open so he swivels his head over and sees Milan coming back from his job!

“Hey, Milan!” Senne says smiling.

“Hey, Senne! Hey Robbe, Sander.” Milan replies.

Both Sander and Robbe let out a few quick hellos before going back to their own conversation.

As Milan takes off his jacket he whines, “Guys we always watch a movie and chill. We should do something else! We should play Monopoly!”

Senne’s eyes widen and a scared look grows on his face.

“NO!”

#wtfock #wtfam #zoenne #sobbe #zoe loockx #sander driesen #robbe ijzermans #senne de smet #my fics #before you come yell at me idk what this is either #oops haahahaha #scheduled

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akkpipitphattana · 3 years

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Gotta say guys, I am loving the influx of zoenne fics in the ao3 tag, please keep them coming

#there really aren’t enough zoenne fics it’s a shame #wtfock #zoenne

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lilmonkeyboy · 3 years

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a hadestown sobbe au?? robbe as orpheus?? sander as eurydice?? moyo as hermes?? zoenne as hades and persephone????? yasmina luca and amber as the FATES?????? someone hold me

#wtfock #sobbe #zoenne #i- i've been thinking about this over and over #i've been thinking about such OUT OF LEFT FIELD AU'S LATELY #this is fic idea number 3 that i'll never write if you count the tmnt post which i do #YES MOYO'S HERMES JENS HAS HAD ENOUGH OF THE LIMELIGHT AND AARON'S NOT HERMES ENOUGH #sidenote i'm so hyped for yasmina's season omg please please be good

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jostenneil · 4 years

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something i love about senne so much in comparison to some of the other williams is that it’s so palpable how much he cares about zoë despite them having broken up. like at first it stood out to me in the fact that he didn’t delete any of their pictures together from his instagram, bc clearly those mean something to him just like she means something to him, and then it’s also something i noticed in the nature of his pictures after they decided to take a break—all solo shots. in other williams’ season four story lines, it’s a pattern that they decide to party it up and hang out with other girls before they come back feeling entitled as hell to noora bc she’s started to show interest in other people. but that’s not something we’ve seen with senne at all. yeah, he’s continued to hang out with friends and live his life, but from what we know, he’s remained single the whole time, and it esp shows in the fact that after three months of space, he’s the one to make a move and contact zoë to see how things are between them. he’s very clearly still in love with her, still wants to be with her, and still thinks about her all the time. it’s incredible that he managed to restrain himself for three months and give her the space she so desperately wanted, bc we all know that he’s a pushy, up-close kind of person by nature. it speaks volumes about the self-reflecting he must have done while they were apart, and how much he truly cares about her to better himself and still take things easy and slow when they’re finally able to talk again. it’s the kind of growth i really wanted to see from him and i’m absolutely elated

#the fact that we evolve;#skam #i just missed zoenne so much last night and somehow #i came across the new clips that were released thank GOD #and gosh i'm so fucking happy i love senne so much #the fact that a shitty quality face time call conveyed that much is just!#i have a feeling they might reconcile before season four starts #like maybe the start of the season will be the end of the quarantine #and we'll see them finally being able to meet each other physically #and it's like them coming home to each other. AAAHHH #or at least that's what i will hope for lol #might write fic for this who knoooows #mine:meta

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carolineworld · 4 years

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New fanfic alert

Most of you know that I love wtfock, that I love zoenne, and that I love writing about them. I have written about them before and I absolutely love doing it, but it was always something relatively small and short. I never took any challenge, going for the easy, safe plots, being comfortable, but I decided to change that.

I have taken the challenge to write a long fanfiction, with several chapters and complex storyline. It's a project I've been working on for a few weeks now and I'm excited to share it with you.

It's called "I thought I lost you" and the first chapter will be up tomorrow morning.

For now, I'll let you the summary and the fic's mood board, and I'll see you tomorrow for the first chapter 🤗.

Summary: "In every stage of life, there's a moment that determinates it's beginning and it's end. In his 24 years of life, Senne has overcome all the challenges, and travelled through the different stages. He knows when a challenge or when a crucial moment is coming, he always knew it, until now".

Mood board:

#new fic #my fanfics #zoe loockx #senne de smet #robbe ijzermans #sander driesen #wtfock #zoenne

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zoennes · 4 months

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Zoenne Fic ❥ Pour Toujours

#wtFOCK #Skam #Zoë Loockx #Senne De Smet #Zoenne #Zoenne Fic #wtFOCK Fic #Such a Disney Couple Series #Part XII #SaDCS

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skambigbang · 11 months

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Back to Belgium with the lovely Zoenne story "i finally feel the universe expand, it's hidden in heartbeats, exhales and in the hope of open hands" by Anastasia aka @catboyjosten aka fierrumu on a03 with art by weirdlittle_world! Looking forward to this lost in time fic!

Anastasia: What inspired this story?

I really love zoe and senne and writing in general and i decided to write about them in this setting and trope.

Weirdlittle_world: What inspires you about this story?

The fact that it talks a lot about WW2. I am very interested in this period of time.

The 2023 Skam Big Bang starts posting June 21st!

#wtfock #skam #skam italia #druck #skamfrance #skam fanfic #skam fanart #skam fanfiction #skam art #skam fan art #skambigbang #skam big bang #zoenne #senne de smet #zoe and senne #skam big bang 2023

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ayellowcurtain · 4 years

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So we know that zoenne got back together but they're keeping it as a secret. What do you think Robbe's and Milan's reaction will be when they found out? Or how do they found out?

Could you write, if you want to, a zoenne fic in quarantine, after they're back together? Like video calls and face time dates and falling asleep in the call...

So it’s obviously an accident. Zoe was supposed to go take a shower before meeting Robbe and Milan to go out to eat something. They haven’t seen Robbe in months and it’s actually painful how much they miss each other.

But then Zoe went to bed really late, talking to Senne until 6 in the morning. And then they had a long video call during the afternoon too and Zoe fell back asleep while talking to him. Senne didn’t end the video, kept watching Zoe asleep on the other side, lying on her side, using his old pillow to keep her phone standing.

After a while, he moved on to making some things for college, but still with his phone right next to his notebook screen, looking at Zoe every few minutes.

He saw everything happening, but there wasn’t much he could do from afar, he wouldn’t end the call just so they wouldn’t see him there.

So he just watched as Milan got inside Zoe’s room without knocking - he’ll never learn - and Robbe came in right after him, whispering how they should just wait for Zoe to wake up. She moved around but didn’t wake up and while Milan and Robbe turned into statues to not be noticed there, they finally saw her phone and Senne there.

Senne waved at them and Milan opened his mouth as wide as he could, almost crawling over Zoe to get her phone, but Robbe stopped him, pushing him out of Zoe’s room, closing the door carefully.

“Did you see that? It was Senne! He was being a creep, watching her sleep...oh my god!” Milan walks around the small kitchen, leaning against the sink, with a hand covering his mouth slightly. Robbe laughs, sitting on the counter in front of Milan, swinging his legs in the air.

“Yes, Milan. I saw him, but he wasn’t being a creep! He was just...watching her sleep.” Robbe says in a way, that soft-baby-voice and Milan knows.

“Do you do that?”

“Yes...?” Robbe looks up through his lashes and Milan sighs, he never felt so single in his life.

“I had high hopes for you, Robbe. But I get it, Sander is...something.”

“So is Senne,” Robbe answers right away and their eyes finally meet and they both laugh. Neither of them is wrong and it’s cute to see Robbe a little bit jealous.

“Don’t worry, baby Robbe. Sander is a child! You two were made for each other. And we all know Senne has a huge crush on me!”

Robbe laughs, looking at the hallway, some noises coming from Zoe’s bedroom.

“I think she’s awake...” He tries to warn, but Zoe is already opening her door, walking into the kitchen. She drags her feet in front of their other, stretching her back.

“What are you guys talking about...? I heard you saying some names...”

Milan stands up, grabbing some water for himself, offering it for the other two. “Nothing, we’re just waiting for when miss Zoe decides to wake up so we can go out.”

“Yeah. We’re just waiting for you.”

“Sander will meet us later to party! Do you want to invite someone too, Zoe?”

Milan raises his eyebrows, and Zoe is wide awake suddenly, looking from Milan to Robbe.

“What?” Robbe opens his arms, shaking his head, “I don’t know anything!”

#wtfock #robbe ijzermans #milan hendrickx #zoe loockx #senne de smet #zoenne #zoenne fic

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nshallah · 5 years

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I’ll be writing some new fics today for you guys!! I have a few more anon requests in my inbox and I want to fulfill your desires hahah :) but college has been annoying and I’m finally on a break so I’ll get to the fics and post them soon :-)

#wtfock #zoenne fic #skam austin #graciel #elu fic #skam france #skamfrance #skamfr #imane bakhellal #grace olsen #daniel williamson #my fic

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ravenbrenna09 · 4 years

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Jij Verliest - Announcement

Heads up, there’s a lot.

As most of you guys know, I’ve been working on a concept for Robbe IJzermans as a Twitch Streamer for a long time. But, I’ve finally decided to bite the damn bullet and simply announce it because I’m super excited about it and want to let you guys know that it’s on its way.

As a writer, this fic will be an ambitious project for me for a multitude of different reasons. This fic will be updated daily with at least one scene per day. I plan to keep to the same schedule. Right now, tentatively, it will be updated at ~2pm/14:00 my time or about ~9:00pm/21:00 Belgium Time. I thought about the possibility of doing it in real-time with the schedule feature, but I decided that it would be easier for me to simply do a set time every day.

Each day will be a new scene. Depending on the events that transpire, the update could be a variety of lengths with multiple scenes or possibly shorter ones. However, in addition to that, I’m also going to add some sort of social media feature on some days. Whether it’s text messages, Instagram posts, or both, I will include these occasionally as an update for the day. Sometimes, it will be shared with a new scene. Sometimes, just social media.

At the end of the chapter, on Fridays, I will post the full chapter on AO3 for you guys to read in full and/or reread it if you’ve been keeping up. I’m not for sure how exactly I will transfer the social media into the full chapter, but I’ll figure that out as I get there and I hope you guys don’t mind waiting for me to figure it all out in those instances.

And, because I know that there is a chance that it could happen if I get sick (🤞🏻) or go out of town without internet (though I’m not planning on it no matter how much my grandfather keeps trying to make me), I will update the fic with the missing scenes the following day. If an instance like this happens, I will let everyone know but I’m not planning for it to happen.

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About the Story:

This story follows Robbe, a daily streamer on Twitch who also uploads to Youtube, in his daily life and is strictly from his point of view. With my current plan for the story, there will be a grand total of 8 chapters from Robbe’s POV. Each chapter will be a variety of lengths, but because there are at least 7 scenes in each of the chapters, I’m going to assume that they’re going to be quite long.

In addition, I will be working on and posting a small teaser (probably only 2k words) to post sometime this week. I’m not sure what day exactly, but it’ll definitely be posted before Wednesday. So, hopefully that will be something to look forward to.

And, then, on Saturday, the story of Twitch Streamer Robbe begins! I can’t wait to show you guys what’s in store and I hope that it is something that you will be looking forward to!

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Summary: In the past three months, Robbe’s life, what it had been, had been stripped away and rearranged. Now, if anything, his life had become a bit repetitive: homework, stream, ignore Thomas’s Instagram, repeat. Since their break up, that’s how his life had been. But, one Friday evening, Robbe meets a hurricane in the form of a platinum-haired tattoo artist that just might show him everything that he’s been missing.

(Character Profiles under the cut)

The Flatshare

Boy Squad

Senne + Artists

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capseycartwright · 4 years

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the growing only happens on your own (who said its true?)

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university means a lot of things. exams, and assignments - classes and tutorials. new friends, new cities, new people to fall in and out of love with.

and the same home in antwerp to come home to.

or - the wtfock gang and their respective first years at university, and how it changes everything and nothing all at once.

robbe

“Robbe, come on - we talked about this,” Sander shook his head ignoring the way Robbe was pouting at him, using those ridiculous puppy dog eyes of his to try and force Sander to agree, like he so often did.

Robbe sighed. “I know, but…..”

“But what?” Sander interrupted, a tender look on his face. “Robbe, I’m a big boy, I can take care of myself while you’re gone. And Leuven isn’t that far, okay? I’ll visit, and you’ll come home to visit, and everything will be fine.”

“I know, I just can’t help but feel like I should have just stayed in Antwerp,” Robbe admitted, chewing on the side of his mouth, nervous now he had said the words out, now the words were hanging between them, words he had been keeping to himself over the last few months.

It had been a too-long summer, in so many ways - Robbe doubtful in his own decision, Sander annoyed with Robbe’s doubts, fights breaking out over the silliest things, all boiling back down to the fact they were choosing to separate their lives for the next three years.

And it had been too-short, too - the weeks flying by, summer slowly turning into a crisp autumn, Robbe’s bags slowly being packed and his new life in Leuven dawning.

“For me? Robbe - we have the rest of our lives to live together,” Sander said. “You need this, you need time to be Robbe, and not everyone’s personal counsellor.”

Robbe sighed, knowing Sander was right. He hadn’t made the decision to apply to Leuven lightly, but given how good the course was, given how much everyone seemed to agree that Robbe, of all people, deserved some time and space to figure himself out and live life away from the comfort and familiarity of Antwerp - Robbe one of them - he couldn’t do anything but apply.

He’d needed to do it.

It just all felt too big, and real, and terrifying, now, he was standing outside his flat, Sander and his mama having helped him move all his things in, Robbe the first of his roommates to arrive.

He wasn’t sure he was ready.

“You are ready for this, Robbe,” Sander reassured, hair practically white in the late evening sun, his skin a delicious olive colour after a summer spent outside, in the sun, at the beach, hanging out in the park. It was going on two years now, since they had first gotten together, and Robbe was still astounded that Sander was his, that he was the one who got to have Sander all to himself. It didn’t feel real, sometimes, even all those months and years since they had first met. “And what’s the worst that could happen, eh? It doesn’t work out? You can always come home, Robbe. But you and I both know how much you want to do this, so you’ve got to give it a chance.”

Robbe leaned into Sander’s touch, drinking in the feeling of getting to be as close to his boyfriend as he was, there and then, knowing their daily touches and dates and hours spent curled up in each other were going to be limited, from then on. “I do want to do this,” he admitted, knowing deep down just how much he needed some space from the confines of Antwerp - for now, at least, but definitely not forever.

“Then do it,” Sander declared, always seeming more experienced, more confident than Robbe, two years older (almost), and full of the wisdom and adventure of university himself. “You didn’t let me back out of moving to Ghent, did you?” he pointed out, thinking of the conversations they’d had before Sander had applied to art school, Robbe always the most supportive person in the room when it had come to applications.

It had been different, though. Sander had commuted to Ghent, that entire first year, six hard months of cycling through new medications taking its toll, and making it so Sander hadn’t felt ready, to move out on his own - and it had been selfish of Robbe, to be secretly glad of Sander’s continued presence in Antwerp, but it was the reason they were as strong as they were today, settled in their relationship in a way Robbe could have never imagined them being, that first year.

That first year was hard.

“No,” Robbe conceded, deciding to go for the simple answer, rather than starting an argument he would absolutely lose, considering how irrational he was being. “But it’s the best art school in Belgium.”

“And this, schatje, is one of the best engineering schools you looked at,” Sander said pointedly, gesturing vaguely around Robbe’s new street. “So go, and be brilliant, because we know which one of us is going to have the successful career.”

Robbe rolled his eyes, Sander enjoying his whole ‘tortured starving artist’ persona too much for someone who had rich parents and a brand new car of his own. “I’ll remind you of that when your art is coveted around the world and I get to sell all your drawings for thousands of Euro.”

Sander grinned, clearly glad Robbe had turned to joking, instead of having the existential crisis he’d been having for the last week. “See? So much adventure ahead of us, Robbe, and this is one of them. So go, and get settled in, and I’ll see you in a week.”

“No excuses!” Robbe warned, the two of them having had already planned for Sander to come down and spend the weekend in Leuven. Robbe, he was ready for the adventure he had ahead, he really was - but he wanted that adventure to come with a side of familiarity, and Sander was the most familiar thing in his entire life.

He was always going to need that.

“No excuses,” Sander reassured, kissing Robbe briefly, not letting the embrace last too long. Robbe was glad of it, really, because he wasn’t sure he was ever going to be able to even think about having a (temporarily) last kiss with his boyfriend. “I have to go, before your mama makes me listen to Britney Spears the entire way back to Antwerp.”

“Safe journey,” Robbe said, giving his boyfriend a sad smile as Sander started to move away from him, leaving Robbe alone on the footpath.

“No being sad, Robbe!” Sander called, walking backwards toward the car, Robbe’s mama already sitting inside, pretending as though she hadn’t been crying the entire time Sander and Robbe had been saying their goodbyes. “Go, and be brilliant!”

Robbe smiled, pretending to catch the kiss Sander blew his way, watching as his mama and Sander pulled away, not prolonging their goodbye anymore than they already had.

Be brilliant.

Robbe could do that.

zoë

Zoë couldn’t help but smile as she read Milan’s text, her flatmate sending her off to her first day at university with a ‘good luck, duckling’ and a stream of consciousness that she knew was meant to be the best of both supportive, and distracting.

She was okay, really.

Zoë had been ready for university for a while now - really, she had. School had been some of the best, and worst times of her life, and she wasn’t a fantasist. Zoë was adult beyond her years, in so many ways, and she wasn’t under any illusion about university being infinitely and always wonderful.

But change was good.

Laughing to herself as she remembered Robbe’s out of tune rendition of Bowie’s ‘Changes’ during Jens’ leaving party, all of them somehow ending up at karaoke. That had been a good night - a really good night, in fact, the last night all of them had been in Antwerp together.

Life in Antwerp had been fundamentally changed. It was something she and Jana had talked about a lot, in the last few weeks, as their friends began to pack their bags and leave for new lives, Jens to the Netherlands, Robbe to Leuven - Aaron, most surprisingly, to Brussels, Amber to Leuven, Amira in tow.

Things would never be the same again. That was a fact of life - the life they had shared together in Antwerp had been changed forever, because even though they would all come home, every Christmas and summer break, Zoë knew they would all come back different.

More grown up, she assumed.

However they would be, they would be different.

Zoë wondered if she would be different.

She’d done a lot of growing up, in the last two years - growing up on her own, with the support of friends, and all without Senne, in the end. It had been strange at first, to live life on her own after such an intense relationship with Senne, but it had been good for her, in the end.

She’d needed to do it.

Two years was a long time to be alone, Jana and Milan liked to remind her - but she’d never felt ready to move on with someone new. Some people, Zoë decided, needed their time to be single, so they could work on themselves.

That was exactly what she was doing, standing outside of the University of Antwerp, the university building and her orientation day looming large ahead of her.

Law.

Zoë knew she had made the right choice, in picking law. She had a world to change, thank you very much.

And this was just the beginning of it all.

x moyo

Moyo had never started a school year alone. He’d always picked up Aaron, on his way to school, meeting Jens and Robbe there, their friends coming from the other side of the city.

It felt weird, to be standing in the halls of the university on his own - Jens was probably the furthest way, in the Netherlands, Robbe in Leuven, Aaron in Brussels. He was the only one who had stayed in Antwerp for university, out of the four of them, and it felt weird.

He wasn’t sure if it would ever not feel weird.

Shouldering his bag, Moyo hung his work-badge around his neck, ready for his first proper shift after his trial week. He needed the money, and he had more free time now he was at university, so he’d landed a job at C&A, with his sister’s help - two full days, two evenings a week.

Plenty of money to fund his social life, and fund his trips to see the boys.

(They had to keep the vlogs alive, didn’t they?)

Raising an eyebrow as he realised who the supervisor on for his shift was, Moyo grinned. “Hey, Noor,” he greeted, Robbe’s ex-girlfriend turning around to face him, giving him a good-natured smile.

“Moyo,” she smirked. “I heard they’d taken on someone new. I was just hoping it was someone who was actually going to work,” she teased.

Moyo laughed. “I’m here to be the entertainment.”

Noor shook her head, tossing a half folded t-shirt at his head. “Go and clock in,” she said. “Save your jokes for when you’ve got a table of clothes to refold.”

sander

Sander had been glad, to have an extra year at home, given how unsettled his mental health had been, all through his final year at school - but he was just as glad to be living in Ghent now, in a flat shared with two of his other classmates.

His mum hadn’t liked the idea of him living alone - and he could see her point, if he was being honest. He liked Julien and Viola a lot, at least, and he’d taken the room of one of their housemates who’d gone on Erasmus to Copenhagen for the year.

It would be good, to have a proper university experience - parties, and late nights, and no more running for the last train back to Antwerp.

But -

He missed Robbe.

Sander had known he was going to miss Robbe a lot, but it felt worse, somehow - loneliness tugging at his chest as he realised this was his reality, for the next two years, at least.

They both needed it - the space, the new adventure, the time to grow up, together and apart, all at once.

Taping a photo of Robbe taken on his eighteenth birthday above his desk, Robbe smiling from ear to ear in the midst of their first holiday, the two of them in Berlin for the weekend, celebrating the end of school, and Robbe’s birthday in mash-up of art, and museums, and trashy techno bars, Sander fascinated by the way Robbe seemed to drown in the beat, mesmerised by how naturally Robbe had fit in amongst the Berliner party-goers.

He’d taken that photo in the park, Robbe hungover and happy and beautiful, as always.

Be brilliant.

Sander echoed his own words back to himself, shouting out a yes in reply as Viola asked if he wanted dinner.

Brilliant wasn’t going to be so hard.

jens

It would be a lie to pretend like Jens didn’t know exactly why he had decided to go to the Netherlands for university, the only one of their friend group to pack a bag and cross the border, committing to three years in Utrecht.

Jens had enjoyed school. Really, he had - he never wanted anyone to think otherwise, because Jens had loved school, had loved being friends with the boys, making vlogs, going to parties. It had been some of the best times of his life.

And some of the worst.

Mostly good, though.

But he needed a fresh start - away from Antwerp, away from the people who knew his every mistake and fuck up. A failed relationship with Britt, a disaster with Jana, a brief hook-up with Noor, of all people, and then what could only be described as a nuclear-level crisis with Jana, again, had left Jens feeling worn out, and he wanted an escape from that.

To not be Jana’s ex-boyfriend anymore - or the ringleader of the Broers.

No, Jens needed a new start, and that’s why he was here - unpacking his bags, slowly settling into the university accommodation he’d applied for months previously, Robbe his opposite, choosing an off-campus flat in Leuven without hesitation, not even considering living in one of the 20-people building that Jen had found a room in.

Jens was the one who was starting over alone, he supposed. Robbe, sure, he was going to Leuven, but so was Amira, and Amber, and at least three other people from their school - Robbe wasn’t going to be alone, not with his boyfriend an hour train ride away.

No, Jens needed to move into university accommodation, if only for the opportunity to meet new people. If he was going to make Utrecht work, he needed to find his people here, whoever those people were.

He wasn’t the kind of person who was overly soppy, or optimistic, or dreamy. No, Jens had seen enough of life to know that happy, fairytale-like adventure wasn’t real, but he was hopeful about his new start.

It was exactly what he needed.

Bored of facing down his overflowing bags, never much of a one for organising, Jens pocketed his phone and his wallet, heading out of the quiet building and into the busy city of Utrecht. Introductie tijd would start properly in a few days, but Jens had come early, wanting to get his life in order before the parties began - and the first thing he so obviously needed was a bicycle.

(He’d purposely left his skateboard back in Antwerp - a fresh start, was a fresh start, and maybe what he’d needed all along was to leave behind his skater-boy persona, and reinvent himself entirely.)

Looking around the unfamiliar city he was going to be calling home for the next year, Jens couldn’t help but take the most scenic route to the bicycle shop he had Googled earlier, eventually coming upon the canals.

It was a beautiful day - the sun was shining spectacularly, and people were crowding the banks of the canal, cafes spilling out across the pavement, people speaking Dutch with an accent Jens wasn’t sure he would ever get used to, harsher than the Flemish dialect he’d spent his life speaking.

He was going to be happy here, Jens decided.

Jens Stoffels, 2.0. That was who had arrived on a train from Belgium, and he was determined to make the best of the new start he'd provided for himself.

He must have zoned out a little too much, because next thing he knew, he was walking right into someone. “Oh! Sorry,” he apologised, his accent sounding wildly out of place as he spoke, the boy looking at him curiously.

He had a mop of curly hair, sunglasses tangled in the brown strands, wearing the most garish flowery shirt Jens was sure he’d ever seen, clearly with friends, all of them looking at Jens now.

“It’s fine,” the stranger said, voice as smooth as butter as he spoke. “Don’t worry about it.”

Jens couldn’t make his stupid mouth work, and so instead, he nodded, cursing his brain for apparently malfunctioning as he walked away from the little group, Utrecht’s canals winding unfamiliar and welcoming ahead of him.

Swallowing the feeling of attraction he had felt as he had drunk in the mystery boys appearance, Jens continued on his journey.

Jens 2.0 had some things to figure out.

#wtfock #rosander #zoenne #van der stoffels #why yes i do like this crackship #and am basing a whole fic on it #in which i ramble #in which lorna writes fic

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