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ravenbrenna09 · 4 years

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hold me close - comfort

Title: hold me close

Square Filled: comfort

Ship: Sander Driesen and Robbe IJzermans

Trigger Warnings (if applicable):

Created for @skamevents

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This is my work for the comfort square of the BINGO card. I know it’s been a while since I’ve managed to complete one of these (the Friends with Benefit prompt in my drafts is screaming), but my recent battle with my own stress in terms of my math test(s) managed to manifest itself into Robbe being stressed about a math test so *shrugs*. But, I hope you guys enjoy!

(don’t worry, it’s only 2k words)

AO3

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Robbe had been eerily quiet all day. He hadn’t even responded to Sander’s message about how his test had gone today.

Sander knew that his boyfriend was studying for his upcoming finals. When he focused on schoolwork and especially on studying, he always tended to be silent anyway. But, Sander had a feeling that crawled beneath his skin and made his stomach sink. With every short text back, his stomach only continued to sink further in the pit of his stomach and his brain was focused on Robbe, not on the piece in front of him. By the time that lunch had hit and Robbe had only responded to him briefly, Sander was worried. Robbe always threw himself too far into his studying tactics and Sander knew the toll that it took on him.

Pulling out his phone, sitting across from Noor in the café, he saw that Robbe hadn’t responded and his fingers moved to his chat with Jens, the one that he rarely used, and he sent him a text.

Sander: Is Robbe okay?

It didn’t take long to respond.

Jens: He’s definitely stressed. He went home after today’s test to study some more.

Jens: He’s got his math test tomorrow, I think.

Sander: Okay, I just haven’t heard from him.

Sander: How did your tests go?

Jens: Mine went okay. And, don’t worry. I’m sure he’s just studying.

But, he was worried.

Especially since his math test was tomorrow.

In their late-night calls, in which Sander would spend the majority of the time either drawing Robbe or trying to convince him to sleep, Robbe had mentioned that this math exam was on Thursday and how nervous he was for it. Even between all of his other studying, he would stop working on whatever subject and switch to math. When the problem wasn’t behaving like he wanted to, he would get frustrated and upset and all Sander could do was watch from another side of the screen, try to calm him down and remind him that he needed to take a step back.

Sander: Are we still meeting for a little bit after class?

When Sander had checked his phone, before the start of his final class for the day, he saw that his message hadn’t been read. As soon as his final class had dismissed them, Sander was already half-packed up, portfolio under his arm, and out of the room without hesitation. Normally, he hung around and talked to his professor or the model, sometimes until Robbe would come in and pull him out. But, Robbe wasn’t standing out in the hallway and his bike wasn’t locked up in their place.

Without thinking, just worried about him, his feet took him in the direction of Robbe’s apartment. It wasn’t far from his school, maybe a little out of his way to his house, and he was halfway up the stairs to the building when he nearly ran over Robbe’s mom, who was headed out of the building and ruffling through her purse, in his haste to make sure Robbe wasn’t pushing himself. The woman was dressed for work, or maybe she had just gotten home from work, her long brown curls pulled up in a ponytail, and she beamed up with him in a smile that Robbe had inherited.

“Sander!” the woman spoke cheerily. “Robbe’s up in his room. He’s studying for his test. Are you staying long? I’m going to the store and then I’ll make us all dinner!”

“I don’t know,” Sander admitted, feeling anxious and restless to get to Robbe. “But, dinner sounds wonderful.”

“Okay, well, you know where the spare key is. I’ll be back soon.”

Then, the woman was gone, turning the bend to the store, and Sander was racing across the lobby to the stairs, taking them two-at-a-time. The IJzermans apartment was on the second floor, right by the stairs. As soon as Sander reached the door, the brass 26 shining on the front, he fished out the spare key from the garden pot outside the door, where he had put it the last time he was over, and opened the front door with ease.

His eyes lingered on the familiar surroundings of Robbe’s brown jacket on the hook, his tennis shoes on the floor beneath it, and his keys on the table. Sander toed off his black converse, his eyes darting down the hallway to Robbe’s open room, and placed his portfolio on the floor beside it. As he shrugged off the lightweight jacket that he had worn in place of his leather jacket, moving to hang it beside Robbe’s, he heard the floorboards creak beneath his weight and Robbe say, “Mama? Did you forget something?”

Robbe stepped out into the hallway, running a hand through his messy hair, and Sander felt his heart break a little.

His boyfriend’s eyes were tired and worn. Even beneath the green hoodie that hung on his shoulders and the sweats that he was wearing, he could see that Robbe’s shoulders were slumped and stiff. His entire body seemed on edge and his eyes darted across Sander’s entire face and form as he questioned, his voice displaying the tiredness that he felt, “Sander? What are you doing here?” Before Sander could say anything or move to wrap his arms around him, he saw the realization in Robbe’s brown eyes and he let out a string of curses, running his hands over his face, “We were supposed to meet up.”

“Robbe,” Sander spoke, stepping forward.

“I’m sorry,” Robbe continued hurriedly, his words partially slurring together as he made a beeline into his bedroom. Like a moth drawn to a flame, Sander followed him, trying to reach out to touch him but Robbe was a step ahead, moving in the direction of his desk where his phone was. “I’ve been studying and I didn’t check the time and-”

“Robbe, you don’t have to apologize,” Sander cut off, stepping forward to hold him in his arms. He wrapped his arms around Robbe’s shoulders, pulling him back against his chest. Robbe let out a sigh, leaning back into his embrace as his head tilted down to look at his phone. From his spot over his shoulder, Sander could see the names of the texts that he had missed and he could feel Robbe get tense beneath his arms. “Baby,” Sander spoke, leaning his cheek against Robbe’s shoulder.

“Hmm?”

“You need to take a break.”

“I can’t,” Robbe spoke, dropping his phone down on the desk. It landed on a binder, sliding down until it hit the floor (and thankfully didn’t shatter), but neither one of them moved to pick it up. Robbe moved to his desk, his right hand moving through his notes at a frantic pace, but his other hand moved to overlap with Sander’s hand on his shoulder, gripping onto Sander’s long fingers tightly. “I still have so many notes to look through. Plus, I still need to do the practice problems from three sections and that’s not even counting the review problems I should look back over.”

“Robbe.”

“And, I have to at least look over the midterms at some point,” Robbe continued, his eyes darting all over the desk in front of him. Sander stepped forward, so their bodies were flushed together, and he could feel Robbe’s body momentarily relax. “He tends to repeat problems so looking over the midterms will help me when he pulls a problem similar to that on the final.”

“Robbe,” Sander whispered. “How long have you been studying?”

“Since I got home.”

“Which was?”

“Uh, around 11, I think,” Robbe admitted.

“Baby, it’s past 16:00,” Sander spoke. “You need to take a break or you’re going to overwork that beautiful brain of yours.”

“But, I can’t stop, Sander!” Robbe spoke, his voice louder. He flinched out of Sander’s arms, his shoulders shaking as he leaned over the desk. His hands gripped tightly onto the edge of the desk, his knuckles turning bone white. Trying to give Robbe the space that he needed, he took a step back but he ran a hand across Robbe’s back, trying to soothe him, trying to offer him some method of comfort. “I can’t stop. I feel like I haven’t learned anything and I can’t remember what to do so I need to study.”

“No,” Sander whispered, running a hand across his back. “You need to take a break.”

“Sander,” Robbe spoke, turning towards him. There were tears prickling the corners of his eyes, tears of frustration, and Sander nearly started weeping at the sight. Robbe was one of the smartest people that Sander had ever known, but to see him doubting himself so drastically, to see him pushing himself so hard that his brain was shutting down, hurt his heart. Robbe continued, his words streaming together, broken and wet, “I can’t stop studying because I don’t understand what’s going on. Every time I look at the page, I feel like I’m finding something else that I don’t understand. It’s like I haven’t seen it before! And, I have a test tomorrow morning and I need to do good or I’m not going to pass. At the very least, I need to memorize the formulas so I can use them-”

Robbe cut himself off, a sob ripping through his body. The tears slipped past the rim of his eyes, slipping across his cheekbones and down his jaw. Robbe squeezed his eyes shut, trying to hold the rest of them back, to stop himself from crying completely, but Sander stepped forward again, cupping the back of his head and pulling the smaller boy flush against him.

As soon as Sander’s arms were wrapped tightly around him, another sob was ripped from Robbe’s mouth, his tears starting fresh again, soaking the fabric of his t-shirt. Robbe buried his face into Sander’s shoulder, trying to muffle the sound of his own cries and sputters as Sander tried to soothe him, clinging to the back of Robbe’s head. Robbe’s hands moved to the back of Sander’s t-shirt, gripping it tightly in his hands. He rubbed patterns against the fabric of Robbe’s hoodie, pressed soothing kisses against his jaw and neck, wiped away the tear streaks he could reach, and held him tighter.

“Get it all out,” Sander whispered, pressing a kiss against his ear.

“I feel like an idiot,” Robbe cried.

“You’re not an idiot, Robbe,” Sander spoke, his voice a little too firm. He leaned back, taking Robbe’s face in his hands, wiping his thumbs across his cheeks to catch the remaining tears that fell from his cheeks. His boyfriend stared up at him with eyes that were half-closed in tears, his bottom lip trembling. “Your brain is just screaming at you that it’s tired and that you need to give it a break. You’re the most beautiful and smartest man that I’ve ever seen.”

“I bet not like this,” Robbe mumbled, reaching up to rub his eyes.

“Always,” Sander whispered. “You’re so smart, Robbe. And you know the material. But, if you overload your brain while you’re so tired, you are going to forget important stuff tomorrow. Your body is screaming at you that it needs a break and you need to listen to it.”

“You’re right,” the smaller boy whispered, leaning forward to press their foreheads together and his brown eyes shutting automatically. Sander wrapped his arms tighter around Robbe, running his hands down his back before tilting them in the direction of the bed. Robbe followed his directions willingly, his arms reaching up to wrap around Sander’s shoulders. Then, the back of his knees hit the bed and they both went tumbling onto the mattress, a light laugh knocked out of Robbe. “What’s your plan?” the brunet whispered, his lips turning up in a grin.

Sander grinned down at him, rolling off of him. Robbe shifted to him, scooting closer to him and grabbing onto his waist to pull Sander’s form closer. Sander chuckled at him, leaning back against one of Robbe’s pillows before turning to him. “We’re going to take a break,” he answered, reaching up to run a hand through Robbe’s hair, freshly cut and short again. Robbe tilted his head back before leaning into Sander’s touch. “For the next hour, until your mom comes back from the grocery store, we’re just going to lie here and not think about homework, okay?”

“Okay,” Robbe mumbled, his eyelids already closing. “And if I go to sleep?”

“Then, you go to sleep,” Sander whispered. “You’ve got this, Robbe. I know you do.” Robbe’s eyes opened again to stare up at him. “You’ve done so much studying over the past few weeks and your body is screaming at you for a break. If you go to sleep, it’s because your brain needs to recharge. When you wake up, you’ll be refreshed and have a little more energy and if you think that you need to study some more, you can study some more.”

“Can you stay the night?” Robbe whispered.

“Yes,” Sander replied, smiling down at him. “If you want me to, I’ll always stay the night.”

Robbe smiled up at him before tilting his chin up, a silent message that Sander knew by heart. The blond ducked his head down, pressing their lips together in a slow kiss. Robbe tilted his head to the side so their lips flushed together more smoothly, pulling him closer by his waist. Sander pushed his mouth open with his lips, slipping his tongue into his mouth, cupping the back of his head. Robbe let out a content sigh, pulling back and burying his face in the crook of Sander’s neck.

“Get some sleep,” Sander whispered, running a hand through his hair. Robbe let out a content sigh against his next. “You can always study more when you wake up, but you need to stop overloading yourself, baby.”

“Alright,” Robbe whispered, his lips ghosting across Sander’s skin. His boyfriend snaked his arms around his torso, bringing them closer together, their bodies and legs intertwined. Sander pulled him closer, one arm wrapped around his shoulders, his hand dropping to Robbe’s thigh to hold him there.

By the time that Marine IJzermans had returned home, peering around the corner with two bags around her wrist, Robbe had snuggled further into Sander’s chest, still holding onto the black-fabric of his t-shirt. There was a small smile that appeared on his mother’s face as she placed the bag outside of Robbe’s door and stepped inside to check. She smiled down at Sander, who was absentmindedly running a hand through Robbe’s tangled curls, and whispered to him, “Dinner will be ready in about an hour if you want to sleep as well.”

“Thank you,” Sander replied.

“I assume that you’ll be spending the night as well.”

“Yeah,” Sander spoke, “but only if that’s alright with you.”

“Of course,” Marine spoke, reaching down to rub Robbe’s shoulder. “He always seems to be more relaxed with you around. But, the door remains open, okay?” Sander grinned, nodding his head, feeling the blush begin to move to his cheeks. The woman bent down, placing a kiss against Robbe’s head before moving out of the room, collecting the bag and headed into the kitchen, leaving the two of them alone.

#wtfock #wtfam #wtfock fanfic #skamevents #skamevents bingo #square: comfort #sander comforts robbe #sander driesen #robbe ijzermans #stressed af robbe #sobbe #rosander #sobbe fic #rosander fic #one shot #2k words

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all-things-skam · 4 years

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How about established relationship Sobbe/Rosander and then being fluffy around the boys for the first time? Thank you, I love your account!

Robbe and sander being all clingy in front of the boys (and girls) and then all teasing them

sander being salty at the boysquad

Title: The chick chasing meme

Ship: Wtfock | Robbe Ijzermans + Sander Driesen (Sobbe)

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Aaron fell from his skateboard, causing Jens and Robbe to hiss and laugh. It was the tenth time he was trying this figure…and failing. During the first tries, they were trying to be encouraging and cheering Aaron up instead of laughing, but they gave up. It was just too funny watching their curly haired friend slide down the half-pipe ramp on his stomach with his skateboard behind.

“Agh, I’ll never get it,” Aaron groaned in frustration, joining his friends on the side of the skatepark where they sat.

Jens was typing on his phone - texting Jana or something - and Robbe was still laughing.

It was their first time going to the skatepark since cutting ties with Moyo. It felt weird to be just the three of them now, but it was better like that. Hanging out with Moyo after everything he had said about Robbe - and homosexuals - would’ve been wrong and contradictive. How could Jens and Aaron claim to support their friend while still being friends with someone who had homophobic prejudices and said gross things regarding the LGBTQ community?

Jens also kicked him out of the Broerrrs, saying a true brother wouldn’t judge another because of their sexual orientation. Robbe was still the same Robbe, he just liked boys - one boy.

“You should check your Instagram mentions,” Robbe suggested when Aaron arrived.

The latter pulled his eyebrows, confused. “What? Why? Did Amber like one of my pics?”

‘’No.’’

‘’What is it, then?’’

Robbe shrugged innocently. “Just do.”

An amused snicker came from Jens as Aaron pulled his phone from his backpack and checked his social media, anticipating the moment he’s see the video. The two boys watched as betrayal and shock painted Aaron’s face as he played the video of himself chasing after his skateboard and falling and rolling down the highest half-pipe. With his hoodie on, you couldn’t tell too much that it was him, but Jens had the audacity to tag him in his story. So, everyone knew it was him.

“Fuckers! Why would you do that? I look like a complete idiot…”

Robbe raised his hands above his head in surrender. “It was all Jens’s doing,” he defended, pushing him under the bus.

Aaron playfully shoved Jens, causing him to bump shoulders with Robbe. “Asshole!”

‘’It was Robbe’s idea,’’ Jens countered in revenge, standing up before Robbe could shove him too and grabbing his skateboard to flee the scene.

He was about to head for the ramps when a blond head crossed the skatepark and caught his eye. Jens smirked and glanced at Robbe behind his shoulder who hadn’t seen his boyfriend coming his way. Shaking his head, Jens crossed the patch of grass and skated down the half-pipe.

It was odd at first to see Robbe and Sander together. Not because they were boys, but because Aaron and Jens weren’t used to see their friend like that - so needy and clingy…and in love. Robbe had always been independent and never shown this kind of behavior with past girlfriends - beside with Noor, but that didn’t count. Noor was only for show.

When they got back together, Jens was iffy about Sander, afraid he’d hurt Robbe’s heart again. He was clearly head over heels in love with Sander and Jens was hoping Sander was genuine and honest with his feelings and intentions toward Robbe because Robbe didn’t need to have his feelings played with.

‘’Robbe,’’ someone called, causing the brunet to look around, searching for the familiar face that matched the voice.

Once he found it, a wide grin bloomed on his lips, excitement building in his stomach.

Seeing the change on his friend’s face, Aaron followed Robbe’s eyes, only to roll his. “Are you kidding me? Did you two become a two-people pack when you started dating? Like, one can’t go anywhere without the other?” he asked, sounding annoyed.

Ignoring Aaron’s remark, Robbe stood and met Sander half-way, pulling him down for a kiss in greetings - much longer than needed. His arms went up, snaking behind Sander’s neck while the other clung to his black tee shirt under his classic jacket. He brightly stood out with his look in the middle of the skatepark with his leather jacket and docs, but Sander didn’t care.

‘’I missed you,’’ Sander stated in a whisper, pressing his forehead against Robbe’s. He smiled, kissing quick pecks on Robbe’s lips before turning in Aaron’s direction, chuckling. Sander didn’t take offenses, knowing that Aaron was joking. ‘’Actually, Robbe asked me to come,“ the blond precised, going to sit with Robbe on the grass where he previously sat.

’‘Traitor. We said it was a boys day…as in Jens, you and me. No boyfriend,’’ Aaron reminded. ‘’I thought we agreed on that, Robbe.’’

While Robbe knew it was important to not cross his friends from his life just because he was dating someone, it didn’t mean that Sander couldn’t join them.

Robbe shrugged, sitting close to Sander and wrapping his arms around his neck, holding on to him and kissing under his jaw where he was nestling his face.

In response, Sander put an arm behind his the smaller one’s back and laughed. ’'Can’t I come watch my boyfriend skate? Is there a 'no significant other allowed’ rule or?”

Aaron snorted. “He’s not that great, you’ll be disappointed…”

Robbe flicked his friend off. “You’re jealous of my talent.”

‘’All you do is sit there and text Sander or laugh at me with Jens, I don’t call that talent.’’

Robbe couldn’t deny that one. He went on the ramps less than three times in the past week, two out of the three was with Jens after school. It was just difficult to not think about Sander when he was at the skatepark since the grafitis he had made on the brick wall facing the park was a constant reminder of his artist boyfriend.

Sander’s hand rested on Robbe’s thigh, the warmth and pressure of his palm feeling good on his pant covered leg. It was intimate, but appropriate enough for public places. ‘’I’ve seen Robbe skate and he’s pretty good. You’re just salty because you don’t have anyone to cheer you up and kiss on the sidelines.’’ A smirk itched on Sander’s lips, about to say his next line. ‘’Oh, and that video on Jens’s story. Chef’s kiss. Was it a meme of you trying to catch chicks?’’

Aaron’s jaw went slack, shocked at the roast, and Robbe bursted laughing, thankful to have a lover who had his back and wouldn’t hesitate to come at his friends whenever they were teasing him.

‘’Fuck you, both!’’

#wtfock #sobbe #robbe ijzermans #sander driesen #rosander #rosander fic #sobbe fic #robbe x sander #sander x robbe

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nowhereashappy · 4 years

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and you | sobbe fic

this is how sander could’ve given robbe the shirt he wore on chernobyl (the one we saw robbe wearing) (also sorry if the timing doesn’t make sense) (and sorry for my english)

this sucks but i was missing them and had this idea :)

Sander was leaving for his college by the morning. A few hours into the day, he’d be back and he and Robbe would go on their first date together. But this wasn’t enough reason for Robbe to let Sander go.

Looking at the room, one would think that was still night time. The windows were shut and the sun had barely started to rise, only a shy ray of sun coming from behind the yellow curtains. Robbe’s and Sander’s things were spread all over the room, in the most beautiful mess, not really knowing what belong to whom anymore. Robbe had already given everything he had to Sander, even if it wasn’t so easy to see. How could he risk losing Sander by letting him go? Then, he would loose everything that ever mattered to him.

“Do you really have to leave?” He asked, with such care and worry on his voice that Sander almost melted right there.

“I really do. But I’ll be back, I promise.” Sander said. They were both whispering, as if they still didn’t want to break the comforting silence that was set in the room. He kissed Robbe’s forehead, playing with his hair a little before pulling away.

“If you’re leaving, then let me at least keep something of yours,” Robbe said, not bothered enough to get out of the bed, but holding Sander’s arm and trying to bring his boyfriend back to him.

“But we’ll see each other very soon.” Sander pointed out, worried about being late to his class. He was dressed up and ready to leave, only if his clingy boyfriend would let him go.

“Still. Just let me keep something, please?” Robbe asked, looking so vulnerable and sleepy. His eyes were dark but somehow still shiny, and Sander made a mental note about having to draw Robbe’s eyes in detail later. He was barely completely awake, and was only wearing his briefs. Everything on Robbe was making him want to stay, but he knew he couldn’t miss any more classes.

Sander gave in to his boyfriend’s wishes, quickly taking his shirt off and wearing one of Robbe’s instead. He put his shirt on the place where he was laying before on the bed.

“Ok. You can keep this.”

That still wasn’t enough for Robbe, who was now standing on his knees. He pulled Sander close one last time and put his arms around his boyfriend’s shoulders, their lips just a few inches apart. Sander kissed him softly, holding Robbe by his waist. The kiss didn’t last long though, neither of them wanting to get too lost on each other.

When Sander starts to pull away, Robbe catches his hand, not letting him go so easily.

“I want the band one too. And your hoodie. And those stupid shoes. And you.”

Sander couldn’t help but chuckle. He was ready to give all he could to Robbe, but that moment wasn’t the right one for it. So he squeezes Robbe’s hand before letting go. After that, he opens the door and takes a last glance at his boy, trying to tell how much he loves him by the look on his eyes.

“You will always keep me, ok?” Is the last thing Robbe hears before Sander shuts the door carefully.

#the dialogue is lowkey inspired by a scene from the cmbyn book #the one before the san clemente syndrome #but yeah #my writing is better than this i swear #sorry for the mistakes :(#my english sucks #também fiquei muito tempo me confundindo com pull/push #mereço #e também pqp é muito estranho escrever diálogo com aspas #mas se eu botasse travessão não sei se os gringos aí iam entender #sobbe fic #rosander fic #wtfam #wtfock #sobbe #rosander #and yeah this would be before the 21:21 reunion and before the stupid shoes #but idc his shoes were stupid from the start

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saschakass · 4 years

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Christmas 2020

Robbe looks towards the window. The soft light of dawn seaps through the thin curtain. Through the crack between them he can see small snowflakes drifting by. And small webs of frost have formed on the pane.

It’s a cold morning. But here, in his bed Robbe is warm. Looking around, his room is a bit of a mess. Clothes scattered haphazardly on the floor. Empty glasses fill the bedside table. He’ll clean up later.

Slowly he gets up to look out the window. Peering out he sees that it must have been snowing all night. The street outside his window is covered with a thick blanket of snow. Some intrepid travelers trudge by, bundled up to keep out the biting cold.

Robbe sits at the desk under the window as he keeps watching. But his eyes are drawn to the pile of sketches that cover the desk.

There’s a new one there now. It’s of him of course. They often are. They’re photographs really. But not photographs in the common sense. No, these sketches are of the photos in Sanders mind. Little moments he remembers vividly and can’t help but draw out Sander once explained. Moments that strike him as beautiful. Robbe asked him why so many were of him. Sander had cocked a coy smile and simply said “because you’re beautiful cutie” and Robbe couldn’t help but kiss it off him.

This new one he recognized though. Or at least knew about when it must’ve been. In the drawing Robbe was wearing the new knit hat Sander had given him one morning. Sander had explained that Robbe needed a new hat if he was to help Sanderklaas on that cold December day. Robbe had rolled his eyes at that pun, but ultimately couldn’t help but drop his head and smile.

They spent the day at the Christmas market, munching on sugary pastries and looking in shops buying little odds and ends for Christmas. They ended up at a tree lot where Sander insisted they pick out a tree. They wondered around for a while with Sander only occasionally teasing Robbe over him not being able to reach to put the angel on top. Robbe picked a tree, fishing the angel out of the bag, and standing on his tiptoes to put in place. “See! Perfect, how does it look?” Robbe had asked. Gesturing up at the angel. When he looked back at Sander he could see this awestruck look in his boyfriends eyes gazing back at him, as he bit the corner of his lower lip. “It’s a very beautiful angel” Sander said quietly, not looking at the tree at all.

It’s that moment that Sander drew, of him tilting his head up to reach the top of the tree. Robbe chuckled to himself quietly. They had spent the rest of the day decorating. While Sander made cheesy jokes, interspersed with try to coax Robbe to tell him what he wanted for Christmas. But Robbe had simply said he didn’t want anything.

Robbe looked back to his bed. Where that bleach blond actual angel still slept quietly. No, he really didn’t actually want anything. Because you see, last Christmas he got everything he ever wanted. And he was there, sound asleep. And Robbe couldn’t imagine wanting anything else.

*Just a small little future fic to get us through till OHN. Sorry for any mistakes but writing on my phone is hard*

#wtfock #wtfock s3 #sander x robbe #robbe ijzermans #sander driesen #wtfock fic #sobbe fic #sobbe #rosander #rosander fic

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fandomtrash2405 · 4 years

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Wtfock fandom waiting for a clip:

#wtfock fandom #wtfock circus #we are no longer called but #wtfock #sobbe #sander #robbe and sander #sander driesen #sander deserves the world #robbe izjermans #robbe is baby #robbe x bel!even #robbe x sander #rosander #rosander fic #sobbe fic

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boring-side-effect · 4 years

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The amount of feelings I have rn and absolutely zero words to put it in.. so i just kinda wanna cry.. and I want to reread this chapter right away but simply have no guts for it. It was just to much! It was overwhelming.. and i felt it all

I thought i was ready, i pump myself up so hard for this chapter but... you just did it again anyway. You blow me away @feathers-n-silk

Chapter 5 is here and if you haven't read Ataraxia yet.. oohhh it is absolutely. your. LOSS!

#that miraculous mind of yours #and heart #to be able to put such feelings in words! to feel it all!#i am honestly in awe #no joking around #I. LOVE. IT #and i love you for it #let me be the more loving one?#wtfam #sobbe fic #sobbe hp au #rosander fic #robbe x sander

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if-music-be-the-food-of-love · 7 months

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Read on Ao3

The last chapter of my fic for the @skambigbang has now posted. Our adventure at the Antwerp Zoo has come to an end. Thank you to everyone who helped me and collaborated with me on this story. Claire, @alterlove2021 @ch-ri-s-1122 You’re all amazing.

Please check out the amazing artwork in ch 7 by @moments-au-crayon22 as well as her other work! It is STUNNING! I am so honored to have partnered with you. It was such a pleasure!

Don’t forget to check out the other wonderful stories and artwork in the SKAM Big Bang 2023 collection —> here

#sobbe #wtfock #skambigbang #skambigbang2023 #rosander #wtfock fic #skam #skamverse #wtfockedit #alt er love #skamily #skam belgium #skam fanfic #robbe ijzermans #sander driesen

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lucidpantone · 4 years

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Chapter 2: Visitations

Someone recently asked the tag if Sander and Robbe stayed together forever. Here’s a fic giving you the answer. Thanks for the inspiration.

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Italics is the Past. If not, it's August 15th.

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Sander sat in the dark. Questioning, why did he have these thoughts, retracing each one, letting one dark thought morph into another. Asking himself why do my thoughts do this. If my last thought had been different from my previous thought I wouldn’t be thinking what am thinking right now but they just kept going and going and going because thoughts never stop. Even when you’re sleeping. Thoughts only ever stop when….

The hospital room door swung open.

The harsh glare of the hallways fluorescent lighting poured into Sander’s room.

Sander eyesight took a moment to readjust and as it did he saw him standing there.

He looked like an angel drenched in a yellowish afterglow.

“Sander…” hearing Robbe say his name brought a small smile to his face. They hadn’t seen one another in awhile.

“I told her not to call you.” Sander grunted as he rolled himself on the bed to face the wall.

“Your mom didn’t call me. The hospital did. I am still your emergency contact.” Sander heard the door close behind Robbe.

He could hear Robbe rustling in the darkness. Curiosity got the better of him and Sander turned back around towards Robbe. Sander hadn’t even noticed that Robbe was in his work clothes. It was such a departure for Sander seeing Robbe like this in a shirt, tie and trousers instead of his usual beat up vans, black Trasher hoodie and slightly too big jeans. Robbe looked good, he looked so adult.

Sander noticed Robbe’s work bag already on his desk chair. Sander watched Robbe unbutton his shirt, slip it off, remove his tie and pull his undershirt over his arms. Robbe was standing in the dark, bare chest. He took a moment to kick off his loafers and head towards the bed.

Before he got under the covers Robbe checked the time on his beat up Casio watch shaking his head at whatever information the device was providing him.

Sander knew the drill. They had this routine down. Sander and Robbe had been in this exact situation several times before. In this exact hospital actually, maybe even in this exact room. All the sterile white hospital rooms looked the same to both of them now.

Sander’s back felt cold as he pressed it onto the hospital wall. Robbe slid into bed with him. The beds in the observation rooms were all singles so to fit Robbe and Sander onto one bed Sander had to lay on his side with his back to the wall and his upper body sprawled onto Robbe’s chest but Sander and Robbe both already knew this. This wasn’t the first time. As Sander put his ear to Robbe’s chest he felt his warmth radiate onto him. It felt calming. They laid there for a minute until Sander spoke up.

“You don’t need to come back here to take care of me. I am not your sick boyfriend anymore.”

Robbe looked down at Sander and grabbed onto the nape of his neck slightly pulling at the ends of his hair.

“No big deal. I was in the neighborhood” Robbe said in a dry tone. Sarcastic but with a hint of sadness to it.

Both Sander and Robbe knew that he most certainly was not in the neighborhood. Sander imagined that Robbe made up some lame excuse to leave work early and hop on a train from Brussels to Antwerp in attempts to make the 8pm visitation time cut off. Sander was glad he came. He hated that fact. Robbe deserved better, they weren’t even together anymore but Robbe made everything better. When Robbe was around it made Sander feel almost safe. Hopeful that eventually this darkness that clouded him would leave him.

Can I ask you for a favor? Sander whispered.

Robbe nodded. Their bodies relaxing into one another.

“Can you take Bowie with you?” Sander looked up at Robbe trying to find his eyes in the darkness, and when he did, he let some honest truths come out. “I just think i'm going to be here awhile…... am not doing so great.” Sander murmured the last part of his confession.

Robbe responded by giving Sander a kiss on the forehead and pulling him in closer.

“I don’t know if you still remember but it's …” Robbe finished Sander’s sentence for him.

“Fresh in the morning and a third of a cup of dry food at night. I’ll take care of him. Don’t worry.”

Robbe kissed Sander’s forehead again. He pulled Sander even closer to him. Tighter. Sanders lips were practically meeting Robbe’s jawline now. Robbe cradled him towards his chest as he ran his fingers down his arm and onto his ribcage. Sander buried his face into Robbe’s neck to muffle a sob as he felt Robbe tracing the outline of Sander’s first tattoo. Sander could practically visualize the text.

In Elk Universum

Sander was crashing. Robbe tried to distract him.

“You want to hear a story baby?” Robbe asked ever so softly.

Sander was crying now but he responded in between sobs. “Is it the one about the house by the beach?”

“That’s the one” Robbe said sweetly. Taking a moment to kiss away the tears on Sander’s right cheek.

Robbe began to recant the story about the two boys who fell in love at the house by the beach. He walked his index finger and middle finger across his chest to depict the first boy a small brown hair skater type. Robbe moved his hand which was placed on Sander’s nape, down Sander’s arm and grabbed Sander’s hand. Robbe gently unfolded Sander’s index finger and middle finger and began to walk Sander’s fingers across his chest to meet the brown hair skater boy.

Once both the brown hair skater boy and the artist were standing directly across from one another Robbe continued the story.

“So we had our artist who fell in love with his skater boy.” Robbe took a second to use his index finger to slightly massage the top of Sander’s index finger and then he continued.

“The artist would say that he saw the skater boy in the moonlight and that he just knew….”

That was Sander’s queue. “That he was the one”.

Robbe gave out a long sigh “Yeah, that he was the one”.

Robbe walked his fingers over towards Sanders fingers and placed his index and middle finger underneath Sander’s fingers allowing his thumb to massage the top of Sanders fingers.

Sander broke Robbe’s grasp and clasped their hands together interlacing their fingers between one another.

Sander looked up at Robbe and in a sudden moment of courage he asked him..

“Do you think they make it? The skater boy and the artist?”

Robbe looked down at Sander gulping down on whatever seemed to be stuck in his throat but before Robbe could respond Sander added on.

“You know if the skater boy could forgive the artist for all the shit he put him through.”

Sander then collapsed onto Robbe’s chest before Robbe could even form a response. Sander pulled on Robbe’s hand turning it over while still tightly clasping onto it.

Sander brought Robbe’s hand towards his mouth and gently placed a kiss on the text tattooed across Robbe's wrist.

Neither of them spoke after that. They just laid together in silence.

But as Sander began to drift off into slumber he heard Robbe faintly say.

“Always. They always make it back to each other. In every universe Sander”.

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“Sander”

“Sander Driesen” The nurse rattled off.

Sander popped his head up from in between his legs and walked across the waiting room towards her direction.

He followed the nurse through the double doors into a patient room. Sander despised talking to shrinks. He had talked to so many over the years that he had constructed a well prepared monologue by now. This shrink was new he had never seen her before. He had been referred to her from his previous therapist because he concurred that he needed a more senior medical professional to evaluate him. It was all the same to Sander. He had this role down. He would be quick, say what they wanted to hear. Maybe throw them an emotional bone here or there and be on his way.

The doctor was roughly in her late forties. A curly haired brunette with strands of grey hair sticking out and large black rim glasses. Sander was perceptive with these medical types they’d been around him his whole life and he already knew by looking at her she was going to make him work for it. Sander threw his leather jacket off and splashed down on her couch and waited for her to start her shtick.

“Hey Sander, I am Dr. Bakker. I hear you came in to request that your meds be recalibrated?”

Sander leaned forward placing his elbows on his knees answering back.

“Yeah, I’ve been edgier than usual” Sander told her, making a hands shaking motion.

“And I'm having trouble sleeping.” Sander was always having trouble sleeping. This was nothing new but the start of autumn always made him blue. He wasn’t sure why, I mean he was but he wasn’t ready to admit that to himself just yet.

“It looks like you have had a recalibration every year for the past 4 years”

The doctor stopped there. Goating him for more information. Sander considered playing his usual game but he wasn’t in the mood. So he gave it to her strait.

“What can I say, I get a little more crazy every year” Sander twirled his index finger in a circular motion around his temple.

Dr. Bakker wasn’t amused.

“Sander, what's your earliest memory?” Sander thought not this freudian shit again. This is why he despised talking to shrinks. Memory this and memory that. Parents this and parents that. So he changed gears.

“Doc, do you ever question memories?”

“How so?”

“I mean do you question the concept of how you remember them. Capture them?”

“How do you decide which one to remember? Which one was good? and which one was bad?”

“I don’t know Sander, how do you remember them?”

“I draw them.”

“On your body?” Dr Bakker said pointing her pen at Sander’s arms. His full sleeve tattoos on full display.

Sander gave the doc a wicked grin. Okay he thought. Let's play.

“When I was younger I used to draw my favourite memories. The good ones. The ones I wanted to capture? ”

“The ones that made you feel safe?” Dr. Bakker added on.

“Oh, your good doc” Sander giggled making a trigger signal towards her direction.

“Sure” Sander clasped his hands in front of him and replied with a tinge of drama in his voice.

“The ones that made me feel safe”

“I’d draw them and place them around whatever room, surface, habitat I was infiltrating on the day”

“And they made you feel safe” The doc probed again. In a condescending manner. Pressing her pen onto her scratchpad.

Sander was annoyed now but he flashed her one of his typical fall back asshole smiles. In attempts to brush her off. It was the Robbe smile the one he had learned to weaponize long ago. Sander never quite got it right. Sander was always better at obvious distractions, not overt strategy like Robbe. Robbe’s smile confused his recipient, made you think that you thought of that, when you hadn’t. A smile wrapped up in qanswers a question within an answer. Sander had tried to make that smile part of his arsenal but Robbe was always better at flipping the axis, breaching for impact, navigating the fall outs. He could simultaneously be your guardian angel or your ruthless protection squad.

Sander had drifted off for a second. The doc’s pen taps pulled him out of his own conscious.

He finally responded “The good ones, sure”.

“So how do you decide what's good or bad? black or white?”

“Me” Sander pointed at himself. Acting dramatically astonished that the doc would even consider him capable of making these decisions for himself.

“Wouldn’t have a clue. I only stopped drawing because I couldn’t afford to buy new sketch books everytime I thought about throwing myself off a bridge.”

“Do you know how expensive sketchbooks are doc?”

Sander was entertaining himself now.

He looked up at the doctor. She was expressionless.

His eyes shifted.

“It’s a joke doc. Jeeezz” Sander threw up his hands. In a give me a break fashion.

“Anyways I don’t know anything about good or bad, black or white. I, myself, am a maverick. I operate in shades of grey.”

Dr. Bakker was visibly frustrated by Sander’s grandstanding. So she let go of all the niceties.

“Who’s Robbe?”

And now….Now Sander had had enough. This was going to be a throw away session.

He threw up his muddy Doc Martens on Dr Bakker’s Beige couch and sprawled himself out. He turned his cheek towards her and said.

“Robbe who?”

Dr. Bakker replied sternly.

“You have had almost half a dozen in-patient stints in the last five years. You’d checked yourself out against doctor orders every time. Robbe is noted on your personal records as your emergency contact. Who is he? ”

She was starting to sound demanding. Sander was getting under her skin.

“Oh him” Sander considered continuing his smart aleck routine but he was generally curious what the doc had to say.

“His my ex-boyfriend”

“And was he good or bad to you?”

Sander popped back up now. Placing both feet on the ground firmly.

Sander wasn’t sure how to reply. He could lie or he could tell her the truth.

Robbe was the best. The sanguine type of person that if the world knew about them they would in case them in amber like some sort of prehistoric jewel to keep them safe.

Sander noticed the time it was nearly five. The session was nearly at its end. So he told her what she wanted to hear. Tried to expedite the process.

“His a good person”

“What about when he is with you? Is he good then too?”

Ohhh. That hit a nerve.

“I wouldn’t know. We haven’t been together in a long time.” Sander said in a steady voice attempting to give away nothing.

“That's a shame. He seems to have shown up for you a lot, and you know what they say?”

The doc was glib.

“People need people”

And time.

Sander couldn’t have got up any faster and headed towards the door. Dr. Bakker noticed Sander immediacy and asked him. “Somewhere you need to be?”

“On my way to Brussels” he snapped back. He was done playing patient/doctor.

“What’s in Brussels?” Sander paused as he twisted the door handle.

He looked back at her.

“Nothing. Just something I forgot”

As he walked out of the room he heard the door slam behind him.

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Robbe heard him before he saw him.

Jangled trucks, Loose hardware, a slab of maple, the grind of steel.

Lucas Van Der Heijden slid into Robbe’s life unannounced via a four foot handrail above ground.

Front side, lip slide.

Roll up, Fakie.

Drop in, ride the bowl, keep it sweet.

Off the edge, Pop, Back Foot Slide, Flip.

Ride the pocket.

Need a break, back side disaster.

Just for fucks Lucas thought.

Front side, big air, tail grab.

Don’t lose it. Speed it up.

Last one for the cute guy looking at me , Lucas clocked.

Tuck knee, chicken wing, front side air.

He’s still staring…. One more.

Front nose, rail slide.

Clips.

Oh Fuck

Bails.

Lucas’s board flies out from underneath him. Luckily his feet catching him before he eats any real shit.

Robbe sees the board flying towards his direction. He runs to it, grabs it. Thinking, this is his chance.

Lucas pops back up. Running his fingers through his hair, trying to collect himself as he walks towards the cute guy with the black Trasher hoodie on.

The two men stop a couple of feet away from one another.

“Wouldn’t take you for a guy that rides girls?” Robbe shoots out in the cockiest tone.

Lucas chokes on his own spit. Unable to piece a sentence together after that.

He finally gathers himself and gives Robbe his gutsies reply.

“Only for business purposes. Never in private” Lucas lifts his eyebrow towards Robbe.

Robbe lets out a little snort. He thinks to himself this guys funny and gay.

Robbe finally hands Lucas back his GIRL brand skateboard.

“Robbe” He says leaning in to give Lucas a skater bro style handshake. The kind that happens high on the chest but Lucas stops him and grabs his hand and gives him a real handshake.

“Lucas”

“Your Dutch?”

“Your not” Robbe huffs at Lucas. Intrigued by this little shit.

Robbe hopes he isn’t being obvious as he checks Lucas out.

Lucas is roughly 6ft (1.8 meters).He has somewhat longish Hazelnut hair, long enough that you could see it form curls at the ends and a pair of striking glacial eyes the kind that feel like you peering into the bottom of the ocean. Robbe knew eyes like these, the kind that saw inside your soul and turned you inside out. He had experience.

Lucas was a semi-pro skater, just in town doing the rounds. Breaking in another skatepark crossing it off his metaphorical list.

“Do you mind?” Robbe pointed at slightly elevated pavement.

“Going to need a ledge for class.”

“You teach?” Lucas asked curiously.

“Yeah, I teach the under 14’s, Tuesday’s and Friday’s.

“You must be a pretty decent skater to teach….”

“I am okay. I have my moments.” Robbe gives Lucas a flirty smile.

“Ok, Mr. Okay” Lucas taunting Robbe in a ho hum tone.

“If you're the real deal. Name your three favorite skaters?”

Robbe shot back like a gun. “Natas Kaupas, Tommy Guerrero, Mark Gonzales”

“Oh shit” Lucas said surprised. Throwing up his hands apologetically for his presumption.

“You are the real deal Robbe and your old school”

“Yeah. I mean I like my skaters like I like my music” Robbe added.

“Just the classics” Robbe threw Lucas a wink.

Robbe was pleasantly surprised. It had been a moment, since he felt giddy. There hadn’t really been anyone significant in his life since Sander. I mean he slept with guys, went on dates but he was never really into those guys it was more an itch he needed to scratch.

Plus Sander was still awkwardly making cameos in his life.Three years after their break up. He stumbled in every few months saying he needed to visit Bowie. He was in town to tattoo a client. He was “just in the neighborhood” and thought he should drop by.It always ended the same. They’d end up fucking, he hung around for a few days, they pretend everything was okay. They never talked. At least not about them. Sander and Robbe were pros at protecting themselves from the world but never each other.

The set up had become a bit toxic.

Something needed to change.

“So, Lucas. I am here twice a week. How come I've never seen you before?”

“I know most pros that pass through here.”

“How do you know am a pro?” Lucas questioned with a perfectly placed crooked smile.

Robbe rolls his eyes casting them down on Lucas.

“Front side, big air, tucked knee. On a tuesday? Show off!”

Lucas chuckled. Robbe caught him.

“I am not from around here.” Lucas admits. Seemingly a little disappointed.

“Shame, I could have taught you a thing or two if you took to my class.”

“Oh, yeah” Lucas said pressing the back of his tongue against his front teeth.

“I can come now”

“I just won’t be able to keep up with the attendance.”

“Too bad” Robbe replies as he moves dangerously close to Lucas, invading his personal space. Lucas pulls back slightly. Robbe was making him nervous.

Robbe starts to back away from Lucas finding his board on the ground in his path.

“So what do you suggest I do then?” Lucas shouts back to Robbe with his arms spread out wide.

Robbe flashes him a calculated smile. He pops his board’s tail, slams its back down on the ground and begins to accelerate on the asphalt. He throws a Frontside 360 Ollie a couple feet in front of Lucas and pounds the landing.

The ground quakes beneath them.

Robbe slows to a stop.

Lucas raises his chin into the air with his arms out wide again. Waiting for Robbe’s response.

Robbe seizes the moment and yells out to him. “Try bribing the teacher”.

Lucas stands there incredulous, smiling to himself.

Knowing. He was fucked.

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He fucked it.

Sander thought as he stepped out into the August night and scanned the curb.

Robbe was lighting a cigarette for some in-shape blonde with a fresh crew cut. Sander felt a twinge of jealousy. It wasn’t because he was shocked that someone found Robbe attractive, it's because everybody found Robbe attractive.

Sander was witness to the metamorphosis that Robbe went through in his late adolescents. Robbe went from a neutral tone caterpillar into a rare saturated butterfly. Sander could vividly recall when his precious wunderkind began to emanate. They would go out to bars together and as soon as Sander left Robbe alone someone would stroll up and offer Robbe a drink or sometimes more. It didn’t bother Sander at first, he was glad people finally saw Robbe the way he saw him but the doubt set in. Robbe would linger, he would hold someone’s stare to long, he’d flash his signature smile at some guy, he’d flip his beautiful mop of hair to attract attention and he did.

Sander was losing him. He knew it. All his preferential treatment was dissipating. All the gestures he thought were reserved for only him were becoming public. Robbe wasn’t his special secret anymore. He had options. He could leave whenever he wanted. Find someone who wasn’t so much work.Who didn’t spend months hospitalized, who wasn’t so broken, who didn’t need him. Logically, Sander knew this was unfair. If anything when Robbe sensed Sander’s worries he dismantled them. He poured himself into him. Robbe gave Sander everything, his body, his time, he forgave him. He loved him.

After the break up, Sander was selfish. He knew that much. Robbe would call him everyday in tears adamant that he didn’t want this. That he loved him. That he didn’t need Sander’s charity of time. He didn’t need some trial run to test their relationships dexterity. In the end, Sander’s worse fears crystalized and he hurt Robbe. He didn’t mean it. THEY WERE ON A BREAK. On paper Sander did nothing wrong but in his heart he knew he had gone too far. Push their relationship into some fruitless purgatory. Sander was sure Robbe would leave him but he didn’t. He stuck around but in return he took away the one thing that made Sander feel safe. Robbe stop saying I love you. He didn’t look at Sander the same. If they made love when Robbe would let his guard down it wasn’t really making love it was merely a semblance of a once perfect thing. It only made Sander sadder, it plagued him, it took him into some of his darkest corners.

Sander was tired. He wanted off this roundabout without any exit signs. He loved Robbe, why wasn’t that enough. He spent the last few years coping with the aftermath the only way he knew how. In the almost four years apart Sander riddled his body in atonement. In hopes that Robbe would notice it.Tattoos scattered over every inch of his personal surface. Except the blank canvas above his heart. He kept that for Robbe. He had promised it to him when they were younger. He told him that that’s were the faces of their children would go or some other symbol of his devotion.

Sander lost hope when Robbe texted him asking him to take Bowie back because he was moving to Amsterdam to be with Lucas. Sander knew then, it was over. So he began to draw out the design that would go into the blank space on his chest. It was time to cover it up. Time to let it go. Sander had resigned himself to a life without Robbe in it, but then it happened, he didn’t see it coming. Sander and Robbe chernobyld.

“You ready?”

“Yeah” Robbe replied as he waved off the tall blonde trying to retain his attention.

“Where did you park?”

Sander pointed towards the bottom of the street. They started walking shoulder to shoulder towards that direction. Sander pulled out the joint placed behind his ears and lit it.

“Oh my mom said Happy Birthday by the way.”

“I’ve still got five days” Robbe pointed out.

“I know but I just think she wanted to let you know she misses you”

Robbe blushed a little. “I miss her too”.

Sander signaled to Robbe that they needed to cross over the road and as he stepped off the curb.

Two adolescent girls rode by on their bikes clearly unaware of the world around them.

A blonde and a brunette with electric blue streaky hair yelling at the top of their lungs

“Try this one, I promise this one is really good”. Sander could make out that they were passing back a 16oz can between them. The type that should be illegal to upcharge to triple the price at every concert.

“Dumb kids” Sander scoffed back towards Robbe’s direction.

As they reached the other side of the curb Sander turned around to face Robbe.

“Let’s go for a walk” Sander suggested.

Robbe dropped his shoulders and let his neck slightly relax forward.

“Sander am tired. I've been at work all day.”

Sander clocked the time on his Casio watch.

“It’s only 7:24. I’ll carry you on my shoulders if that helps.”

Sander pulled on Robbe’s arm.

“Come!”

Sander grabbed Robbe’s hand for mere seconds placing it on his shoulder signaling Robbe to jump on his back.

Robbe shook his head side to side.

“No, no, old man. Wouldn’t want to injure you.”

Robbe walked in front of Sander.

Sander took a moment to lightly punch his shoulder and proclaim.

“I am only twenty eight asshole.”

Robbe gave Sander a smile. A genuine one. He pushed his man bag to the side stepped directly in front of Sander and tapped his shoulder.

“Come...”

Sander was way to cool to be seen being carried around in public but he thought fuck it. For Robbe. He jumped on, maneuvering his arms awkwardly as he held onto whatever was left of his joint.

He settled in. Hovering his chin over Robbe’s shoulder.

Robbe teased. “Remember when I use to carry you all around your house when you were sick.”

“When I was “sick” Sander replied repeating the word sick with a tone of disgust.

“You mean when I was having an episode.” His tone soften.

“Well yeah…. Whatever. Anyways, I use to carry you off the bed, to the shower, down the stairs, to the kitchen. So your mom could feed us.”

“I know. It was great having my own personal mode of transport.”

“Fuck off” Robbe said jokingly.

Sander drew the last pulls of his joint towards Robbe’s mouth. Robbe popped his head out and sucked on it. The smoke of his exhale disappearing readily into the twilight.

“Yeah it was great getting paid”

“What” Sander questioned.

“Oh did I forget to mention that. Your mom was paying me.”

“Sander Driesen. Robbe Izjerman’s first client. Who knew I was such a great personal assistant.”

Sander gave out one of his signature snorts.

Robbe took one final puff of the joint and Sander threw it away.

He finally adjusted his arms and wrapped them around Robbe’s chest. He placed his head onto Robbe’s shoulder a moment of tenderness that took Robbe by surprise because Robbe knew that's where Sander use to always place his head. That’s were Robbe’s first tattoo is located.

They walked down the road. Robbe pushed Sander up his body slightly adjusting his gripped.

Sander finally broke the silence.

“No, but seriously did she really pay you?”

Robbe let out a thundest laugh turning his head towards Sander and lifting his eyebrow as some sort of admission of truth.

They continued to walk down the street.

Riffing back and forth on this joke.

Blurring into the dusk of night.

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They always made love at dawn.

Before the heat of the day submerged them.

It was the lazy type of love making where your body mostly reacts on instinct versus effort. However this morning was different Robbe woke up slightly feverish a sudden hunger to feel Sander underneath him. Robbe dragged his body on top of Sander, straddling him. He was still a bit sleepy so he moved slowly in no mood to rush through the moment. Robbe pressed his right hand on Sanders chest steadying himself as his left began exploring the plains of Sander’s chest. His hand slid down till he felt the coarseness of Sander’s pubic hair and then the girth of his cock slewing in his hand as he took a hold of it.

Robbe stretched his body over Sander shoulder extending his right hand to grab the bottle of lube on the nightstand. A souvenir from the night before. Nowadays they weren’t so stringent about condoms they had been together for several years, completely trusted one another and had a couple of dozen STD tests between them.

Robbe poured an excessive amount of lube on his hand letting the overage dripped onto Sander’s dick. He moved his hand up and down Sander a couple of times until he felt a rapture possess him. He couldn’t hold back any longer.

He elevated his hips and pushed them forward. His ass practically hovering over the tip of Sander’s penis. Sander hadn’t participated much as of yet aside from shooting Robbe a smile when he felt the liquid friction on his growth.

But Robbe gave Sander a soft plea signaling for him. Sander used one hand to grab Robbe’s waist and the other to guide himself inside of Robbe.

As soon as Robbe felt Sander enter him he sucked in hot air through his teeth.

He closed his eyes and let his hips crash onto Sander. Waves of pleasure violently dragging him through the water.

The tide beneath him gaining traction. Robbe was mesmerized by the molten sensation engulfing him.

Making him move closer and closer to his own edge.

At first he thought Sander’s voice was a daydream.

“Baby, look at me”

No, Robbe thought. He didn’t want to let go of the moment. Hid eyelids felt like cinder blocks. Weighted down by his own euphoria.

But Sander implored, “Baby, please”.

It took everything Robbe had to will his eyes open. Sander’s bejeweled gazed watched over him. Protective but ravenous.

Sander pressed his heels into the linen sheets and picked up the pace. Robbe readjusted and placed both his hands on Sander’s collarbone arranging his thumb directly over Sander’s guardian angel. He had etched Robbe’s charm and chain onto his body. Looking down at Sander’s act of fidelity wound Robbe up so tight he felt like he couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t hold on. Robbe let out a rough gasp as his body uncoiled. The spurts of cum decorating his chest and the back of his elbows.

Robbe began to freefall onto Sanders chest but Sander caught him from the back of the neck and dug his fingers into Robbe’s hair. He pounded his hips into Robbe accelerating the pace faster and faster as he released one final jerk into Robbe. Sanders head and shoulders uncontrollably shoot up causing Robbe to catch his boyfriend’s mouth as Sander let out the longest moan into his mouth.

Sander fell back onto the sheets as Robbe kissed him deeply.

Once they both stop spurting Robbe peppered Sander with kisses from his lips, down his neck, taking a moment to nip at the three icons right below his adam’s apple. A lightning bolt, a sun, and the black side of half a ying yang.

Robbe nuzzled his head underneath Sander’s chin and just laid still for a moment.

Neither of them noticed when they fell back asleep but the heat woke them.

India was sweltering in the summer.

Sander had surprised Robbe with a graduation present/early 22nd birthday present and booked them a trip.

It was perfect timing as it also coincided with a training course Sander had been dying to attend. He had become bored of his usual work. All the shop’s patrons asked for the same tattoo designs and Sander needed a new challenge. He had become obsessed with hands. He wanted to learn how to tattoo hands but none of that silly juvenile shit like a heart on a knuckle. Sander wanted to learn how to do intricate henna style mehndi patterns. The kind of designs that require a commitment. The shit that was needle to bone. The shit that fucking hurt.

He looked up who was the best in the world at this craft and found out it was a little old lady in Mumbai. She looked like she could be your grandma but she also looked like art. Mehndi patterns all over her body. Sander just had to meet her. He was completely fixated, Robbe wasn’t opposed to India but it wouldn’t have been his first choice but he really just wanted to make Sander happy.

It had been a rough year for them both. Sander had had two in-patient stints at the hospital. One occurring during Robbe’s final year university exams. Robbe was completely burnt out. In between trying to be there for Sander and staying up till early hours every morning studying he was glad that Sander suggested getting out of Antwerp. India completely revitalized their relationship. They made love everyday, Sander began sketching images that actually inspired him and Robbe worked on his portfolio. Somehow between the chaos of Sander’s hospital stints and his late night study sessions Robbe managed to get decent marks at university and landed himself into a master certification program in architecture. Robbe never thought he would consider architecture but over the years by Sander’s side he learned how to somewhat draw at least enough to draft renderings. The rest he mostly did on his computer. Sander was usually by his side showing him what programs to use; guiding him on shapes, colors and dimensions. In truth without Sander, Robbe wouldn’t have made it as far. Sander’s passion for art inspired Robbe to find something to be passionate about too.

“Mama Riddhi is going to love you” Sander snapped Robbe out of his concentrated navigation. Robbe was getting dizzy as they whine through a maze of corridors that seemed never ending.

“I can’t wait to meet her, you won’t shut up about her”

“She’s amazing, a true vet. She knows all about Plato, Darwin, Bowie. She’s got a killer eye too. She’s a visionary.”

It warmed Robbe to see Sander like this again. His eyes wild with eager.

They finally arrived outside the school-like building. Sander guided them inside. Robbe scanned the rooms. He was in awe of their adornments. Multi size vishnu statues sprawled out everywhere, Hindu mantras written all over the walls, lavish carpeting covering the floors. The rooms looked alive.

As they entered the back garden. Robbe saw a crowd of people gathered around who he assumed was Mama Riddhi.

“Mama Riddhi, I brought you someone”

Robbe stepped forward and saw her. Sander was right, she did look like she could be your grandmother but she also looked like art. Mama Riddhi wore a teal Saree her arms completely exposed, her artistry on full display. Patterns upon patterns etched onto her skin; on her hands, her forearms, her elbows. Her designs graffitied onto her body like some sort of second skin.

“Your right, he is beautiful” Mama Riddhi confirmed as Sander and Robbe walked up to her hand in hand.

“I told you so. He's my inspiration.”

Robbe could feel his cheeks turn a rosy hue.

Mama Riddhi stepped forward to meet them. She took ahold of Sander’s free hand examining it making sure the wrapping had stayed intact.

“Are you ready?” she asked Sander.

Sander nodded like an excited toddler. Robbe knew the likelihood of Sander leaving India without some sort of tattoo was unlikely. They didn’t travel halfway across the world for Sander not to get something but Robbe was a little apprehensive when Sander told him he was going to get Mama Riddhi to do his hands.

Sander insisted that he design the tattoo himself. Robbe had seen early drafts of it and for all intent and purpose the design was pretty tame for Sander. It was a back of the hand design, a horizontal black line down Sander’s middle finger and three vertical black lines on his thumb and a couple of black bands on his pinkie finger. Sander didn’t let Robbe come to the sitting for it he said he wanted to surprise him at the unveiling.

So here they were about to uncover what Sander had decided to do to himself. Mama Riddhi sat Sander down on a garden chair and slowly began unwrapping his hands.

“Oh Mama Riddhi tell Robbe the story you told me”

“The one about humans?”

“That’s the one” Sander said sweetly.

“Do you like love stories Robbe?”

“I mean, sure, yea” Robbe responded looking over towards the grandma as she unwrapped Sander’s hand.

Mama Riddhi began.

“Okay...this one is Sander's favorite.”

Sander scrunched his nose as confirmation.

“So, originally humans had two faces, four arms, four legs, and they were happy like that. Complete.”

Mama Riddhi grabbed Robbe’s hand and pulled him in front of Sander as she spoke. Exposing Sander’s hands to Robbe as she continued.

“Then we defied the gods. So the gods split us in two as punishment. And by doing so they tore us away from our other half. “

Robbe could see Sander’s tattoos now. He looked at them closely. He could make out ornate loops on his wrist, and hidden within the loops was an S on one hand and an R on the other.

“And each of us, when separated, are always looking for our other half because that's our nature.”

Sander read Robbe’s expression. To see if he had noticed it yet.

“So when one is met with another's half. The pair are lost, in an amazement of wonder, friendship and intimacy. And one will not be seen out of the sight of the other.”

“And the reason is. Human nature was once originally one.”

Robbe finally spotted it. Sander had carved a black band onto his ring finger.

“We were whole.”

“And the desire, and the pursuit of wholeness is love.”

Sander and Robbe said nothing to each other. They stayed suspended. Lovestruck. Neither of them spoke. Neither of them broke their gaze. They just stood there. Taking in the story, remembering it, frozen, itched into that moment.

Eventually they flew back home.

A couple of weeks later Robbe would move to Brussels to start his certification.

A month after that.

They broke up.

#wtfock #wtfam #sobbe #rosander #robbe x sander #robbe ijzermans #sander driesen #wtfock fic #sobbe fic #rosander fic #wtfock robbe #wtfock sander

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cruelunicorn121 · 4 years

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The Storm behind his eyes Part 2 [Robbe/Sander fic]

SATURDAY 20:17

Robbe's eyelids were fighting hard against tiredness that had a steady presence today. He was lying on the couch, TV on and not really paying attention. He let out a sigh, knowing that the Broerrrs expected him at the party later. He really didn't feel like going and staying glued to this couch for the rest of his life seemed like the easier option. But he had decided to make an effort. He knew he was pushing himself but he was fearful that if he didn't go outside now, he would lock himself up and would be afraid for any little interaction with other humans for the rest of his life.

Sudden laughter from the corridor distracted him from his inner turmoil. Senne and Zoë came into view, lingering in the doorway.

"Hey, Robbe! You're going to the party later?" her words came out with a snicker, distracted by Senne who was nuzzling and planting kisses on her neck. She made little slap hands at Senne's chest, reminding him that they weren't alone.

Senne reluctantly pulled his head away from Zoë's neck and he finally made eye-contact with Robbe. "Hey!" he said with a goofy smile on his face.

Robbe snorted "Hey. yeah, I'm going later with Jens, Moyo, and Aaron."

Senne took a step forward "You sure you're ready to go? A lot of people from my college are going so you might see..."

"Might see who?" Milan suddenly appeared and cut Senne off. "Don't tell me...Brendon Urie is going to be there!" he continued excitedly.

Zoë looked confused but Senne shot back immediately "Why the hell would the lead singer of Panic at the disco! be at a college party in Belgium?!"

Milan's face had written shock all over it "Senne I'm impressed! You know who Brendon Urie is!"

Senne shrugged "Yes, well the man has written some pretty dope songs...so"

Milan nodded a few times "True...he also has a great ass!".

Zoë jumped in "Give up Milan, not every guy with a great ass, batts for your team, you know."

"Ah yes but mister Urie happens to be pansexual so I still have a shot! Besides, the man can deepthroat a microphone...I wonder what else he can do...Maybe I'll find out at the party." Milan's eyes drifted away dreamily like Brendon Urie would actually be there and Milan had no problem imagining it.

"Ewww, gross!" Zoë laughed while punching his shoulder.

Robbe normally would have laughed with them but everything was still raw and his body had trouble jumping into situations that had been easy and routine for him. Everything still hurt and apparently laughter would take too much effort. So Instead he stood and threw out a "see you guys there". He passed them and send a small smile in Milan's way. Things were still awkward between them after Milan's speech. But he could recognize the look on Milan's face instantly. Worry. Yes, Milan was definitely staring at the gash on his forehead. He had to get away.

#Wtfock #WTFockFic #wtfock fic #robbe ijzermans #zoe loockx #senne de smet #milan hendrickx #sobbe #sobbe fic #rosander fic

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skam-luart-mix · 4 years

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Does not stop ⚫

#wtfock #skam wtfock #skamfam #skam universe #wtfock art #robbe ijzermans #rosander fic #wtfock robbe #robbeandsander #robbe x sander #sander driesen

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itubainaretro · 4 years

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okay but imagine robbe and sander just napping together?

like after a long day at school when robbe goes home and the only thing he needs is his bed and pillows because he feels exhausted to the bone but he still has to stay awake because sander’s class finished earlier today so he is coming home in 30 minutes, so robbe needs to be awake to open the door.

it feels like eternity to keep his eyes open for this long so robbe tries to do something to keep himself from sleeping and that’s why he finds himself being productive tidying his room and folding clothes even though he’s almost sleep walking through it all.

sander gets home about 35 minutes after robbe and as soon as robbe opens the door he is met with an equally sleep deprived face and they can’t help but smile sleepily at each other.

robbe lets sander inside and waits for him to take his boots off and hang his coat on the hanger in the hall, then he is silently dragging him into his room.

they don’t spare anytime trying to think about what they want to do, it’s written in their faces they need to rest, so they quietly get inside the covers and lie down facing each other.

robbe’s hand immediately go to sander’s hair to play with it the way they both love, calming sander and grounding robbe at the same time. sander smiles at him and gives him forehead kisses until they’re both snoring softly, legs and arms intertwined under the covers.

they only wake up when robbe’s mama gets home and starts dinner, the smell of pasta that fills the air waking them up to remind them the last time they had actual food in their systems was hours ago.

it’s like they’re still in a sleep haze when they sit down to eat, after getting a warm hug each from mama, and it only seems to get worse after they finish dinner, bellies full with delicious pasta.

the three of them move to the couch to watch a movie and robbe’s mama can’t help but smile when she notices both boys sleeping in each other’s arms again not even 20 minutes into the movie, sander’s hand in robbe’s hair, robbe’s hand over his heart.

#wtfock #wtfam #sobbe fic #rosander fic #robbe #sander

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ravenbrenna09 · 4 years

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masterpiece

Title: masterpiece

Square Filled: Soulmates AU

Ship: Robbe IJzermans/Sander Driesen

Trigger Warnings: None applied

Created for @skamevents

So, Soulmate AUs are my absolute favorite trope of any AU ever and I love reading all of them. I love the names on the arms, having the same symbol, I love seeing color only if your soulmate is nearby, but one of my favorites is being connected by their skin. And, with Sander as an artist in canon, I absolutely HAD to use this one. Soulmate AUs absolutely FASCINATE me and so I had to do this one.

Now, because this fic ended up being WAY MORE than what I wanted it to be, it physically will not fit in this text box, so I will be putting the first scene of the fic into this with a read more link at the bottom (note: this is the same scene as my masterpiece snippet that I posted a few days ago). So, I hope you enjoy the rest of this chapter.

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Thursday was not Robbe’s day.

Thursday was, by far, Robbe’s longest and physically draining day. While his first class of the day didn’t start until a little before 12:00, his day wouldn’t end until about 23:00 which was when the library closed down. To add to his torture of a long day, thanks to extending his own shift so Amber could be picked up by her mother on her way home from work, his classes on Thursdays were particularly draining, filled with dry teachers that talked to the board and ignored any and all questions.

Letting out a sigh, Robbe turned to his introductory essay which was pulled up in another tab of the computer in front of him. The head of the department didn’t care about them working on homework, as long as their other jobs were done first, and Robbe had already put up the remaining books in the library, straightened up the desks where the student workers sat, and filed away a stack or two of files for one of his superiors.

Now, that all of his librarian work was done, at least until someone returned a book to the circulation counter and he would go off in search of its rightful spot, Robbe could focus on this essay, or a story, that his writing teacher had assigned as an “introduction” to their mindset as writers. And, the topic that had been chosen by his other 25 classmates was soulmates.

He let out a breath of air, burying his face in his hands.

Robbe hated soulmates.

Or, rather, he hated the idea of soulmates.

As a kid, Robbe would sit and watch his mother doodle on her skin with her favorite pen, watch the curve of her letters, her small doodles of flowers, appear on the exact same spot on his father’s hand. His parents would smile at each other, love in their eyes, and tease each other when the other got a stain on their hand because it affected both of them.

To little six-year-old Robbe, soulmates were everything that he had to offer and he thought that he didn’t have one because doodles never appeared on his skin. His mother had giggled at him, informing him that his soulmate’s doodles wouldn’t appear until after he reached puberty. Little Robbe had been confused as to why he had to wait, he now knew that the changing hormones and chemicals in the body at puberty that caused the connection to show fully, but no one, not even people researching and studying soulmates, could pinpoint how soulmates are chosen or when.

To present-day, eighteen-year-old Robbe, soulmates were crap.

His parents had been soulmates, had fallen in love, and got married, having Robbe shortly after. For the first eight years of Robbe’s life, his parents had been happily in love with one another. His father loved being home, loved cuddling his wife on the couch, to the point that Robbe would call them disgusting and throw a pillow at them and they would laugh. Then, his parents started fighting about little things, small minuscule details that shouldn’t matter. As the years went on, the fights got worse, louder and louder until Robbe couldn’t sleep at night anymore, sneaking out of his house and going to his best friend’s house to crash. Then, his father left them alone, found another woman who made him happier, and his mother spiraled, leaving Robbe caught in between, trying to help her.

His parents were soulmates and they had fallen out of love.

If the one person that you were destined to be with was supposed to leave you anyways, what was the point of having the ability to connect with them on a physical level?

Letting out a sigh, Robbe reached out, typing angrily. Soulmates are fucking stupid.

“Woah there,” Zoë teased, walking up with a cup of coffee in her hand.

Zoë was a barista and one of Robbe’s roommates. At the beginning of the year, Robbe had moved into the three-bedroom flatshare with her and a senior, Milan, because Robbe was not going to live with his dad, not after what he did to his mom, not with him and his new girlfriend. It was a minor miracle that the two of them had been so willing and that his father had been so understanding. His father wanted him to live in the dorms, but it was too expensive for Robbe. He was barely surviving month-to-month as it was and living in the dorms would be almost double the cost.

“What’s wrong?” Zoë questioned.

“What isn’t wrong?” Robbe questioned. “Of all the topics my writing class had to pick for our introductory assignment, they picked soulmates.” Zoë scrunched up her nose, understanding. “And, I can’t think of anything to write other than soulmates are fucking stupid.” As if she didn’t believe him, he turned the screen towards her and she stood on her toes to look, letting out a light breath through her nose. He let out a sigh, straightening the computer back. “Think that will get me full points?”

“I doubt it.” Zoë laughed. “Here, it’s from Chloë.”

“Again?” Robbe questioned. Chloë was a barista at the café, who had a crush on Robbe so obvious that even he could see it, which was saying something. When it came to realizing people having feelings for him, he didn’t have the best track record. Despite the fact that Robbe had several relationships, almost all of them had been as a result of the other person making the first move. “How many times have you told her that she’s not my type?”

“Robbe,” Zoë laughed, reaching out to pat his head with a tone that says many times. “I think the only way she’s going to be convinced that you aren’t interested in her is if she finds you making out with a guy. Not that I can blame her. You are a cute boy. Whether you want to admit it or not.” Robbe rolled his eyes before spotting the purple writing on the back of her hand. Zoë caught his gaze and scoffed. “My soulmate’s latest ‘conquest’,” she remarked, pivoting the hand towards Robbe so he could see.

Had a good time tonight was followed by a phone number, only the final digit was smudged.

Robbe knew that he had a soulmate, of course, but his soulmate wasn’t the type of person who slept around a lot, or if they did, they didn’t have girls writing numbers on the back of their hand in hopes of a second round.

On his sixteenth birthday, his best friend, Jens, had jokingly drawn a poor excuse of a birthday cake and sixteen candles on the back of his right hand (and Robbe will never admit to anyone how disappointed he was that it didn’t show up on Jens’ hand). Within an hour, as he sat in his biology class, his soulmate, whoever they were, had drawn an arrow to it and wrote awful, zero stars on booking.com before proceeding to draw a perfectly drawn cake, in pen, with the exact number on the candles, on the back of his left hand. The drawing looked perfect, meticulous, and every year, on that same day, another cake would appear on his hand with an additional candle.

Robbe had a soulmate.

Even if he didn’t want one.

Zoë let out a heavy sigh, pulling him back into the world of the present. “Every morning I wake up with a new number on my hand is another morning I question if you have the right idea,” she admitted, staring at her hand. “Soulmates are crap. I’m always half-tempted to call the number, tell her that he’s just going to find someone else, but what’s the point, right? Plus, it’s missing a digit.”

“Save a woman from getting her hopes up, probably. But, don’t worry,” Robbe remarked. “I’m sure he’ll get his head out of his ass soon.”

“Excuse me,” a voice remarked, over Zoë’s shoulder.

The two of them pivoted to find that a blond-haired man was standing behind them. The man was stunning, absolutely breathtaking as though he had been carved from stone. There was a black-beanie resting lightly on his head, covering the strands of white-blonde hair that poked out from the edge, and he had a pair of bright green eyes that were slightly hidden by the black-framed glasses on his nose. He was dressed in a pair of denim jeans, black converse, and a t-shirt with an artist that he didn’t recognize beneath his black hoodie.

Robbe felt his breath catch in his throat.

Looking like that in a hoodie, glasses, and a beanie was ridiculously unfair.

Especially to Robbe.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt your conversation,” he continued, pushing up his green bag further up his shoulder. “But, I need to check out this book for my art history class.”

“Of course,” Robbe replied, his voice cracking a little. There was a knowing look on Zoë’s face, a familiar eyebrow raised that she generally reserved only for Milan, as she shuffled to the side, taking the coffee with her. The man stepped forward, placing the book on the edge of the counter, and Robbe took the book from him, eager to make sure their hands didn’t touch. “Sorry about that. Do you have your id?”

“Yeah, it’s in here somewhere,” the man replied, digging his wallet out of his bag. He found it, handing it over to Robbe, their fingers brushing ever so slightly, almost like it was on purpose. Robbe felt a jolt shoot up his hand as he took the id in his hands, switching to the electronic check-out system, typing in his student id number and scanning the book. A name popped up. Sander Driesen.

Once Robbe had deactivated the electric security in the spine, he placed his id on top of the cover and slid it across the counter, “Here you go.” Robbe kept his hand on the other side of the book, making sure to pull his own hand away before Sander reached out to grab it. He took the book from the counter, grabbing his id and slipping it into his pocket. “It’ll be due on the 17th of next month.”

Sander sent him a grin, a slightly confident, slightly wicked grin, like he somehow managed to know the effect that he was having on Robbe and his already jumbled mind, almost as much as Zoë did. “Thank you, Robbe,” he remarked. At Robbe’s confused, puzzled look, Sander’s eyes dropped down to his chest and Robbe looked finding his nametag, wanting to slap his forehead. He glanced towards Zoë, who was still hanging off to the side with her chin against her palm, and Robbe thought he saw his eyes flicker down to her hand, recognition in his eyes, but then, Sander was smiling at her and saying to her, all confident and charming, “Sorry about interrupting your conversation.”

“It’s completely okay,” Zoë replied. “I was about to leave anyway.”

Sander moved off, grinning at her, and Zoë handed Robbe his coffee, a knowing glint in her eye as she boosted herself up over the counter to press a kiss against his cheek. He shoved her away, wiping away the residue of her signature red lipstick, and Zoë ran out the door, giggling all the way and promising to save him some leftovers from dinner. Robbe let out a sigh, trying to return to his essay on stupid soulmates, but found his eyes looking for Sander, who had disappeared.

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#brenna's soulmate au #brenna writes #my fic #my writing #sobbe #rosander #wtfock #wtfam #robbe ijzermans #sander driesen #skamevents #skamevents bingo #i decided to participate after all and soulmate au just happened to be on the bingo card #so like that was a win for me #sobbe fic #rosander fic #wtfock fic

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