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“Sander...” Robbe whispers, pulling Sander closer like he always does.

Sander hums, letting this boy do whatever he’s pleased with him. He pulls and pushes Sander wherever he wants, but Sander tries hard not to engage. Because you are perfect and I’m a fuck up and I don’t want to mess you up.

People say teenagers have a lot of hormones, and Sander is no better. Of course, he wants to engage, to hold Robbe tighter, let his hands wander up and down his lean figure, and explore everything his brain has already painted in his imagination. But, at the same time, he thinks Robbe is too good for him, so it’s better to keep some boundaries in the imminent case he breaks Robbe’s heart and traumatizes some experiences for him.

Robbe grunts in between kisses, letting Sander know he is frustrated with Sander basically pretending to be dead while they kiss, holding back from starting a make-out session he is not sure he will be able to resist taking further.

“You’re annoying,” Robbe complains, pushing Sander away from his arms and legs, a second from pouting.

“Hey!” Sander smiles, feeling his whole chest warm, trying to grab Robbe’s wrists or shins to pull him closer. After a little bit of a fight, Robbe is close again and willing. Sander holds the back of his head, kissing him slow and deep, holding the hair that reaches Robbe’s nape a little too tight to be innocent.

They spent yet another whole afternoon in this pull-and-push game. Robbe climbs his lap and wraps his long, lazy limbs around Sander and it gets harder and harder to put a stop to it after every round.

“You’re a baby...my baby.” Sander hears himself voicing his thoughts out loud. He thinks about taking a picture of Robbe like this, messy, spent, with his hair pointing in a million different directions, with his lips puffy and dry, but he knows his gallery is filled with pictures of Robbe already.

They stopped kissing because Robbe’s phone wouldn’t stop beeping with a row of new messages. Sander could tell it was from his mom because Robbe’s whole body language changes when he talks to his mom or dad. He adjusts his posture like his parents are there, seeing and correcting him, the easy smile that’s always resting on his cheeks is gone, and he tries to fix his hair. Robbe looks completely different. And he is very evasive when explaining what the messages were about. Something about religion, something about Robbe being his mom’s miracle baby.

For someone so soft, easy, kind, and open-hearted about human goodness, Robbe believes in very little things that are not proven scientifically. And it’s written all over his face that his deeply cynical beliefs stem from whatever happened within his family.

To change Sander’s attention and avoid another attempt at a conversation about Robbe’s family, his demeanor changes back to how it was before the text. Soft, compliant, trying to make Sander lay down on his bed.

“I want to be yours,” Robbe whispers like a secret against his lips.

Sander sighs, running a hand through Robbe’s soft hair. “You’re way too young for me.” He teases, turning his face away, looking out of the window across the room, trying not to smile.

Robbe grunts, “Fuck you,” and pushes him away again, pulling him back just as quickly, pressing their lips together.

After hours of making out with his dream human, Sander’s self-control is struggling. Robbe’s tongue is warm, the right amount of slow and curious, and before he notices, Robbe is straddling him and Sander is squeezing the sides of Robbe’s small waist, a second away from pushing his hips up-

Thankfully, Robbe stops their kiss, sitting up on top of Sander, snaking his hands inside Sander’s shirt, pushing it up until Sander’s shoulder blades stop him from going further.

He seems to inspect Sander’s exposed torso – they haven’t seen each other shirtless before.

Sander smiles lazily, pressing his lips together so as not to engage, and ends up asking if Robbe likes what he sees.

One of Robbe’s cold, ridiculously soft hands goes up right in the middle, stopping to feel Sander’s heartbeat, smiling when he notices how fast it is beating. He goes back down, smiling mischievously as he pays special attention to the line of hair that goes inside Sander's black jeans, he holds a few hairs and pulls.

“Ouch!” Sander writhes, putting his hand where it stings.

They stay there for a moment, looking at each other, Sander feeling goosebumps because of his exposed torso and because Robbe is right there, on top of him, only a few pieces of clothes in between.

“One day I will win this fight. And you’ll regret having waited this long...”

Sander sighs, defeated and in love, nodding his head. “I’m sure I will. But then we’ll make up for all this lost time.”

“Promise?” Robbe asks.

Sander nods his head again. “Promise. I’ll get us a nice hotel room and all.”

Robbe smiles at him, finally coming close again for another kiss. Sander doubts he will be able to resist this boy for long if he keeps asking like that.

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Robbe and Sander’s final year at conservatory, and a skamverse cameo.

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A Sobbe story by Beulaugh | Explicit | 5/12

Fic Summary:

Rival French Horn players, Robbe and Sander, meet when they are in high school and immediately dislike one another; however, at a summer music camp they learn that they don’t have to like one another to take advantage of the spark that ignites whenever they’re alone. Cue a years-long clandestine, secret…something. Can they call themselves fuck buddies if they’re not actually friends?

How do these two rival musicians weather their non-relationship as their lives interweave and change, as they make choices that take them far from one another? Is it only convenient, or is it something more?

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Written for the @skambigbang 2024

Updating every Tuesday 📯

Today we're featuring the story "and the elephant sings" by our own mod beulaugh aka @if-music-be-the-food-of-love with art by moments_au_crayon_22 for this zoo cute sobbe fic!

beulaugh: What inspired this story?

My mother recently passed away, and she was a great lover of animals and zoos. She watched a lot of veterinarian and zoo shows, and I wanted to combine those two loves into one story to honor her memory. I always love exploring parenting in fics. I liked the idea of Sander processing his feelings about fatherhood through children’s books as well as Robbe challenging his worldview and forcing him out of his comfort zone.

moments_au_crayon_22: What inspires you about this story?

I read the magic words "Sobbe zoo fic“ and was instantly sold on this story! I can relate so well to both author/artist Sander and veterinarian Robbe as those always were my dream jobs ( with the artist bit now coming true a little ;) ) Them meeting in the exotic zoo setting, with all my favorite animals to draw and an emotional journey about to start - what’s not to love? The 2023 Skam Big Bang starts posting June 21st!

#skam #wtfock #druck #skamit #skamfrance #sobbe #sobbe fic #skam belgium #skam fanfic #skam fanart #skam art #skam fanfiction #skam fan art #skambigbang #skam big bang 2023

Told you I was thinking things,, so here’s the teeniest drabble of Sander braiding Robbe’s hair

“How do you even know how to do this?” Robbe asked, careful not to move too much.

“Miss Frida” Sander replied.

Robbe rolled his eyes, grateful that Sander couldn’t see, “Why did Miss Frida teach you how to plait?”

This time Sander tugged on the braid in warning and Robbe had to bite back the urge to moan.

“She taught all of us, said something about how it helps fine motor skills or something. She probably just couldn’t be bothered to braid her own wigs and made us do it and made up a reason why it’d be useful in an art class”

Robbe hummed in response and settled back onto Sander’s legs, letting the other boy continue braiding his hair. Each time Sander tugged at his hair to make sure the braid stayed tight he had to bite his lip to hold back any noise he might make.

Instead, Robbe thought about how he had even ended up in this situation. He knows it was because of the comment he made earlier, about how his hair was really starting to annoy him and how he wished he could just get rid of it. Sander had dropped to his knees and begged Robbe not to cut it, Robbe had just laughed at Sander, pressing a kiss to his bowed head and asked Sander what else he expected Robbe to do, which made Sander light up before dashing from Robbe’s room. When he had returned it was with a bunch of items pilfered from Zoë’s room, which had led them both to this.

A poke to his shoulder made Robbe zone back in and register that Sander had finished plaiting his hair. He carefully moved his hand up to his hair and trailed his fingers over the pattern Sander had made.

He didn’t know what it looked like but he knew he loved it.

Robbe moved so that he could turn and sit facing Sander, once he was comfortable he pressed a kiss to Sander’s cheek and whispered a small thank you into his shoulder. He smiled when he felt Sander’s arms wrap around his waist and pressed himself in closer.

#sobbe #sobbe fic #wtfock sobbe #sander driesen #robbe ijzermans #I saw that gif and was like ‘okay but what if sander did more than just tug on robbes hair’#might continue this and make it smutty #somehow #who am I kidding #those two were made for smut

So, woensdag 20:06. I always thought that with WtFock and especially robbe and sander love story, we had the most intense love tension between two characters. Looking back at this moment, it’s insane how we can feel sander desire. It feels like this moment, this one moment was what he wanted. The euphoria in his voice, the stares, even the excitement when he sees that Noor and Britt are not coming back. This moment will determine everything else.

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@franboos @to-enter-polaris @gucciboner and myself worked on a massive fic recommendation list with all our favourite sobbe fics classed by word count.. enjoy!

#wtfock #we tried our best to remember as many fic as possible #sobbe fic #ao3 fic #fic recommendation #multi chapter #one shot #my posts #fave #my recommendations #masterpost

I got an idea in my mind since forever for a sobbe fic (I even wrote the first chapter a while ago) and today i went on ao3 (I haven't checked it in a while) to read a fic and I saw someone else wrote the same trope or at least a very similar one (I haven't read it). How is it possible that we had the same idea😱 now I don't know if I should continue mine...heeellppp

#sobbe #sobbe fic #wtfock #too many ()

this is just a little scene to test out this idea I had a while back and see if I’d actually like to write it and if anyone would like to read it, so please let me know what you think!!

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Robbe stuffs his phone back in the pocket of his slacks and scrubs a hand over his face. He’s only been playing this game for a little over a week and he’s losing. He hadn’t expected this outcome; Noor was only supposed to be playing along. Instead, she seeks Robbe out even in private, she texts him at any hour of the day, and while it’s sweet and he likes Noor, it isn’t what he prepared himself for. It’s a bit overwhelming.

Everything is a bit overwhelming.

#wtfock #sobbe #rosander #robbe x sander #sobbe fic #i don’t write them as often so #i am sorry if it sucks haha #I’d like to write a proper fic for it but I’ll see how this goes down #my fics