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[skam-luart-mix]

🚨Do i know you?🚨 It's back..It will be ready at any time, What will Robbe and Sander's first date be like?🥰... Omg I'm too happy.

If you have already read it, you know what I am talking about and if you have not read it, what are you waiting for? Here

@srta-pepa Our first collaboration and I'm so happy.. Thank you, love for millions💜🥰🍪

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[srta-peppa]

Hi... How are you? 🌺🌈💗💫💜✨💙

#do i know you spoiler #do i know you? #diky chats fic #srta pepa's fanfics #ps this has 0 edits yet soo im sorry for the mistakes 👉🏼👈🏼 #wtfock #sobbe #sobbe fanfic

[lucidpantone]

Funny ask 🤣 rank your top 10 fic tropes from your favorite to you least favorite

Hey Anon, well I am assume you’re asking me this since am basically no.1 fan of all the wtfock fanfic writers (love you all please feed me wordcount am greedy). So let’s use the wtfock top 20 fanfics as an example (evaluations based on hits/traffic count since kudos have a one time max so they tend to give a distorted look on whats actually popular in Ao3. )

☝🏽 Grrrrrrr why Ao3!! (I want deluge a million kudos) 

1-10 (1 being my fav/10 still a fav but am reading 1 first)

1. A rotten work (ANGST give me all the angst all the time) by @aholynight (Warning this fic explores heavy drug use as a coping mechanism and concepts around sex as self validation but its truly a masterpiece of the human condition and how one self can perpetuate a cycle of abuse onto one’s self)

2. You are safe here (trope would be original characters au/concept) by gayboy99 I really like the development of parental figures in this fic that skam lacks. Author thank you for highlighting the male on male dynamic of father/son.

3. Rough Magic (enemies to lovers) by @aholynight I already told you how amazing of an angst writer she is so slap on enemies to lovers too. The woman is incredible in every trope.

4. The night we met (college Au) by @dearrobbe. Since we are only including the front page of ao3 I gotta discuss the masterpiece concept introduced in this fic concerning a liminal space. A million kudos for creativity.I have so much fucking respect for you Jenna you are an incredible writer. Go check out paint me in trust too its due to end this weekend or next.

5. Unattainable (social au trope: aka instagram, youtube, text crafting concepts) by @ravenbrenna09. I was one of those old school peeps that was resistant towards the whole social au concept but Breanna’s amazing writing and creativity really sold me. Also unattainable is only one part of the pov. She flips it in the next installment of this fic world. She is so fucking creative it makes me sick! Also check out her new work Jij Verliest. 

6. Do I know you? (amnesia au) by @srta-pepa you know when you realize you didn’t know you needed something and then it appears and you’re like omg why didn’t I demand this before?!?! This fic is that for me it has had me anxious/worried/biting my nails. What a ride.... Thank you for attempting a trope that not many people do and killing it. Also you writing has grown so much I am so proud to read every chapter and see your development. It doesn’t go unnoticed how much you’re killing yourself for us. Thank you!!!! You’re crushing it know that.

7. the blood of both is my limbo @luludemauryyy / Rescue my heart by @skamsnake & @zaddyskam (am cheating because one is top of 2nd page but am combining fairytale/abo/soulmate au because both these fics are part of adaptive lit category). Say it with me people exposition, exposition, exposition. Did I know that I needed to know what a bar looks like in the 9th circle of hell? NO, but did luludemauryyy describe it in the most vivid unbelievable detail. Hell yes, they did. No one comes close to writing exposition like they do. They are literally masters of this style. Maybe the best in the fandom. Only people that come close to world descriptions and exposition building is snake and zaddy explaining concepts to me around abo because I didn’t even know what this was until I read their fic. Am a simple brain people. I stan all of you so much and I am looking at you for inspiration as I attempt a world fic in the future.

8. Vrijdag 21:37 (multiple pov shift au) by @wasteourdays​ Shut up, shut up, shut up. I am so jealous of your impeccably talented brain. I love this concept. I want to steal it. You killed it and if anyone ever says that its impossible to write the same scene 5+ times and keep it interesting needs to be sent this fic because they are simply lazy and need to be school by someone like you. Also its one of smoothest reads because I was engaged the entire time. 

9. Five out of Thirty (Future au) by @tyrusmwm You know what I respect a writer that consistently ask for feedback and adjust their style and takes on real time ideas from their readership. When you write characters many years into the future it’s so hard to capture the characters correctly because 16 yr old you and 30 yr old you are worlds apart. I love when someone takes a chance to write a character many years into the future and basically carve out an entirely original character in a way. Also personal note the growth I have seen in your writing when you are timely and detailed really wrecks my heart. 

10. All of you!! (Am cheating because its goes pass the front hit page) Every trope, every wacky idea, every leap of faith to be original. I stan each and every one of you that is brave enough to share your writing with us and some of your inner most intimate thoughts and experiences. You are all fucking crushing it, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. 

Please applause, kudos, comment, anon and dm all these writers. We are so damn lucky to have them creating content for us and they all literally inspire me on the daily to become a better writer. I love and respect all your talents so much. Thank you and a million kudos!!!!

#wtfock #wtfam #wtfock fanfic #sobbe fanfic

[srta-peppa]

Hihi!! Short 1k drabble I had in my dash. The Broerrrs vlog + Sander, hope you guys like it! Love you all 💖💫💖

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The broerrrs Vlogs #20

He didn’t know how his friends had convinced Sander to do this, but here they were. Filming some kind of game, Moyo watched other bloggers do. The game was ‘best friends vs boyfriend,’ and the only reason they were here and not Amber and Aaron was because Sander had appeared on the last vlog, and now everybody loved him. 

Not that Robbe blamed them. His boyfriend really was the whole deal, handsome, talented, and sweet. 

They were sitting outside in Aaron’s garden. Jens was at his right and Sander at his left while the rest of his best friends were behind the camera. 

“How old was I when I had my first kiss?” Robbe read the next question from the list they gave him.

He tried to peek on what they were writing, but both Sander and Jens didn’t let him see. 

“Jens wrote fifteen,” Moyo read first.

“What do you mean?” Sander said, laughing and then turned his boar. 

“Sixteen and with me,” Robbe read with a smile.  

“That’s the only kiss that counts,” Sander said proudly. 

“What? No! Robbe…” Jens complained, frowning. 

“I meant both are kinda right,” Robbe admitted laughing. 

“One point each?” Aaron asked. 

“Yes, I guess it is fair,” Moyo agreed. 

“That’s not fair, none of those girls matter to you” Sander pouted. 

“You are the only that matters to me, baby,” Robbe said, leaning to his side to kissed Sander.    

“Kid! We are working here, you would have time for that latter,” Moyo yelled to the couple. 

“Sorry, sorry” Robbe took the phone and read the next question, “What color do I wear the most often?” 

Sander turned his board, and he had written ‘shades of brown’

“Well, that’s a tricky one… because you use a lot of brown and green but since you are with Sander you wear all his clothes like a clingy boyfriend you now wear a lot of black. But that’s not really your clothes,” Jens explained, making them all laughed. 

“Jens, why do you know all of that about my boyfriend?” Sander joked.  

He shrugged and looked at the camera “I just paid attention to details.” 

“I have to agree with Jens, Robbe wears black all the time now,” Moyo said. 

“I mean guys look at him,” Aaron agreed and point at Robbe, who was wearing a black shirt with black jeans. 

And maybe his best friend was right because Robbe’s shirt was actually Sander’s. 

“What face do I usually make when I take selfies?” Robbe read next. 

“To who is the selfie? To them or to me? They are very different selfies,” Sander asked playfully. 

“Shut up!” Robbe said, blushing and pushing his boyfriend’s shoulder a little. 

“Too much info, bro,” Jens whispered.  

Behind the camera, Moyo and Aaron where faking sexy faces at him and laughing. 

“What? That was not what I meant you two,” Sander laughed. “You make wried funny faces when you send them a photo, and to me, you usually are smiling and looking cute.” 

“Okay, I guess you already give the answer, so next one,” Robbe said, trying to change the topic. 

“Then I’m the dirty one, unbelievable,” Sander whispered.   

“I’m not reading that question Moyo,” Robbe said blushing one more time,

“Which one?” He asked, looking at his own phone.

“Number eight.” 

“What? why?” Moyo almost yelled. 

“Because there’s no way Jens knows that!” Robbe answered the obvious. 

“Let me see,” Sander said, peeking over his shoulder “Oh! I know that” 

“Of course you do, but not Jens.” 

The whole idea made him laughed.��

“Now I want to know too” Jens read the question and frowned, “Why on earth would I know which part of his body Robbe liked to be kissed the most?”

Moyo shrugged while Aaron burst into laughs. 

“We need to keep the audiences entrained. Also, I don’t know what you used to do together with all that time you spend alone.” 

“Not that,” Robbe and Jens said at the same time. 

“Which celebrity do I wish I could sleep with?” He said 

“Di Caprio,” Sander answered at the same time, Jens said, “Timothee Chalamet.” 

“What? Why him?” Robbe frowned. 

“I don’t know he has the same vibe that Sander. Alternative, brown hair skinny bitch” At that Sander snorted. 

He looked nothing like Timothee Chalamet. If you asked Robbe, his boyfriend was even more beautiful. 

“Don’t swear on the video Jens!” 

“Okay, but no. It’s definitely Di Caprio,” Robbe said, giving the last point to Sander. 

“Summer or Winter?” 

‘Summer’ Sander wrote while Jens wrote ‘Winter.’

“Really, dude? Since when do I like the cold?” Robbe asked, amused. 

“Jens, bro… Sander is fucking crashing you,” Aaron chuckled. 

“I’m the best in any game that involves Robbe,” Sander said and winked to the camera.

“Okay last question because there no way you would win this Jens,” Moyo said laughing,

“How I don’t know Robbe and Sander are not cheating?” Jens argued, “I want someone neutral.” 

“Can I pick the next one?” Aaron begged. 

“Oh! no… you are most caple of cheating to make Sander win than Robbe,” Jens said before they let Aaron asked. 

“Okay, I would ask, and this time Robbe would write his answer too,” Moyo explained and gave him a boar and a marker. “Let’s finished this spicing the things up... Who was Robbe’s, first love?”

Jens and Sander had been done while Robbe kept thinking… because Jens was kind of his first love, but when he met Sander, he understood what love really means. 

“Time to show the boards guys,” Aaron said, so Robbe rushed to write something. “One, two, three.”

“Jens, Jens… and Sander? really Robbe?” Moyo said, rolling his eyes. 

“What? do you chose me, baby?” Sander asked, taking the board from his hands. “My sweet boy.” 

Robbe giggled and kissed Sander, who hugged him, and deep the kiss forgetting about the video and the rest of their friends.  

“It’s me guys, I’m Robbe’s first love,” Jens whispered to their audiences. 

Moyo stood up quickly and covered with his body the couple’s image that kept kissing in the background. 

“That was all for today, guys! See you,” Moyo and Aaron ended up the video before things went crazier. 

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Thank uuu for reading, have a nice week 😘🥰

#srta pepa's fanfics #sobbe fanfic #wtfock #wtfam #humor #drabble #The Broerrrs + Sander

[srta-peppa]

So... hi 🌈 this is a lil who knows that I wrote using the lyrics of “Falling” by Harry Styles while I try to come out of my last writer block. I hope you guys like it... tell what song I should do next, maybe something happier? haha kisses love you all so much! 🌺💖🌺

02:14 a.m 

*Im in my bed

and ure not here* 

Robbe looked at the text on his phone; it was from an unknown number, yet he knew very well from who it was.  

*Sander, go to sleep...

you’re drunk* 

*I dont care Robbe

forget what I said

Its not what I meant* 

He sighed, and his heart clenched. It’s been a month since they talk. A whole month since that awful night when all went to hell. A fucking month since he has been waiting for this text. And now that it was here, Robbe didn’t know what to feel.    

*Can we do this later?

 it’s 2 in the morning 

and I have classes tomorrow*

*I miss u like crazy*

Robbe’s throat closed, and he felt the tears on his cheeks. 

*Come pick me up at two, 

don’t be late or I’ll leave*

He looked at the chat for a few seconds, unsure of his decision. They needed to talk at some point. They needed to close things between them or whatever that would happen. 

*Thank u, I will be there* 

Robbe didn’t know if it was the nostalgia or the fact that he was almost falling asleep or that he was talking to Sander, his first and only love. Maybe it was all of those things because when he saw his last text, he didn’t regret it. 

                                                                                                                          *I miss you too*

The day went like a blur to Robbe; he was bearly able to pay attention to any of his classes or to his friends. His mind running all over the last night, he saw Sander. It was painful to remember all the hurting things they said to each other. He sometimes could still feel the cold on his bone after he left the flat or the silence that filled the room after they stop screaming. 

“Robbe?” Someone called him from behind. 

And It didn’t matter how much time passed. He would always recognize Sander’s voice. 

Robbe turned around and saw him. Sander looked even more beautiful than how he remembered him. His hair was now black making his green eyes more noticeable. It made it easier to see how tired and hurt his gaze looked. Yet to Robbe, he was the most perfect boy he ever saw.  

How was that even possible? Suddenly he felt shy. 

It felt like they just met but also like they have known each other forever. 

“Hi, Sander,” He said while trying to keep his heart calm. 

Robbe didn’t know how it happened, but in one second, they were standing outside Robbe’s classes, and in the other, they were sitting next to each other in the park. 

The time was a funny thing, sometimes a minute feels like forever, and others it’s not even close to enough. But the one Robbe hated the most it was when a minute it was both of those things never enough and also too much. 

It didn’t matter really. He had to wait for Sander all this time, and he would wait a lot more for him. Deep down, Robbe knew that he would wait for Sander forever if that what he needs. 

“I’m sorry that I can't take it back,” Sander finally said, his voice more broken that what he had imagined. “It’s been so long, and yet I can't unpack the baggage you left.” 

He didn’t answer. Robbe knew that what they both need it was for him to listening and for Sander to talk. 

“What am I now? without you, I mean…” Robbe moved his eyes and looked at him even if Sander wasn’t looking back.

Not yet. But soon. 

“What if I'm someone I don't want around?” Sander asked, “I'm fallin' again, and I hate it. I hate this version of me.” 

It didn’t matter Robbe would always love all the versions of Sander for him.

How couldn’t he? Not loving Sander was something that would never happen. Not here and not in any other universe. 

“What if I'm someone you won't talk about?” He said, and Robbe chuckled, unable to stop after Sander’s nonsense.

“Ask Jens or Milan about the last month,” Robbe whispered. 

Sander turned around and looked at him for the first time in ages.

“You said you cared and that you missed me too.” His eyes were so scared that it broke Robbe’s heart, “Was it true?” 

But the hope in his voice? That was all he needed to pick up the pieces and doing it all over again. 

“I do,” Robbe said honestly. “Even now, sitting next to you, I’m still missing you like crazy. This last month, I thought about you every fucking second of it.” 

Sander swallowed and moved a little closer to him. 

Robbe felt his cheeks blushed. 

“I'm well aware I draw too many drawings about you. But fuck Robbe, you think you thought about me? I draw you so many times it’s embarrassing.” 

Sander joked, and they both smiled at the other softly. 

They stayed in silence for a long time, only looking at each other’s eyes. 

Those green eyes… Robbe would never stop loving those green eyes.  

He couldn’t hold it anymore. Robbe needed to be closer, to be more. Robbe needed Sander as he needed to breathe. 

“It kills me 'cause I know we've run out of things we can say,” He said and joined their foreheads. 

He had his eyes closed, yet he felt how Sander took a deep breath. 

“I don’t know what am I now. What if I'm someone I don't want around?” Sander whispered while caressing his cheek, “I'm fallin' again, Robbe. I'm falling” 

“I don’t care, Sander.” He whispered back. “But what if I'm down? What if I'm out? Will you leave me?” 

“I get the feelin' that you'll never need me again,” Sander said instead. 

Robbe opened his eyes, shooked that Sander could think that about him. 

Yet he smiled because what he saw on Sander’s eyes was just what he wanted to know. 

They would be coming back home. 

“Maybe,” Robbe said softly, “Maybe there would be a time where I wouldn’t need you anymore. But you know what?” 

He asked and brushed their noses. 

“What?” Sander asked, and Robbe could hear the little hope in his tone. 

“There would never be a universe where I don’t want you,” He said, smiling. “Take me back, Sander. Please, take us back and let me show you how much do I still love you.” 

“Robbe,” He whispered unsurely. 

“Take me back, Sander,” Robbe said. 

Their lips almost touching. 

He leaned closer, and when they were about to kiss Sander stopped. 

“Do you want me back for sure?” He asked Robbe. 

But he couldn’t take it anymore, not after a month being apart. 

Putting his hand on Sander’s nape, Robbe pushed him until they were finally kissing. 

He felt Sander smiled on his lips, so he smiled too. 

They kept kissing, and while the time seemed to be too much but also not enough, Robbe didn’t hate it because they were at home once again. 

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[srta-peppa]

Sneak peek of my next one shoot. Robbe and Sander meet at a costume party dressed as Romeo and Juliet.

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R + J = R + S

“Are you sure, Noor?” I asked while I looked at myself in the big mirror.

Noor and I have been friends since we were sixteen and tried to date. Luckily for me, Noor is the best girl ever, and when I finally came out, she stuck with me and became one of my best friends. But that was two years ago, now she's also my roommate and my personal nightmare.

Since we moved together a few months ago, she has been dragging me to all kinds of parties, concerts, bars, and meetings, and the list goes on and on. She says that I need to get out of my comfort zone, and that’s why she does it.

Yet, I’m not so sure about it. I think Noor just uses me to not come home alone. And don’t get me wrong; I completely understand her. There are tons of crazy men out there. But I hate those kinds of things; I always end up alone sipping my beer, waiting in the corner for her to go back home.

To my defense, I have tried to make friends…It never works out well.

“One hundred percent Robbe,” She finally said, not even looking at me once.

I looked back to the mirror and to my outfit. I didn’t hate it; actually, I think that Noor really overcame herself this time. The costume was lovely.

We were in autumn, so she changed the original white short sleeves for long ones and made it look more like an oversize shirt than a dress. She did the same with the lower part. Where it should be a skirt, Noor had made skinny white jeans. The shirt was long enough to hang out around my thighs, it looked really good, but to be honest, the best part was the wings.

The size was perfect; they were so fucking soft I couldn’t stop touching them. Noor has always been a little extra, so she took the liberty to make them white with golden glitter.

And just because she said I need to look hot, I had the shirt slightly open around my neck, and I was wearing the gold glitter all over my collarbones.

I looked good, but it was definitely so out of my comfort warms color zone.

“I don’t know I feel too girly,” I said and regrate it a second later, “Which it's fine, but maybe not so much my style?”

She rolled her eyes at me, and I tried to give her my best smile.

I was an insecure person, but I still felt a little kid when it came to my sexuality. Too shy, too unsure of doing the wrong thing, too aware of what people could and would say. I was getting better, Noor and Milan had been the best friends ever. Even Jens’s cool attitude helped me with all my feelings, but they were not easy to shake off.

“I asked you what character do you want to be, and you told me that you didn’t care.”

I sighed; she was right. She had asked me a month ago when she invited me, and once again, my lazy ass didn’t care enough to tell her that I didn’t feel completely free with myself to dress like this.

“Yeah, but I didn’t think you would choose Juliet.”

Noor came out from the bathroom and put her hand on my shoulders, locking eyes with me.

“Robbe, hear me out! You looked fucking amazing, and no one can ever pull that outfit like you.”

I blushed a bit and smiled at her. I did like how I look, and she had made so much work for this night.

“That’s why you are, Paris, then?” I asked, looking at her perfect astronaut’s costume.

It was amazing. It looked so real that I was sure that Noor could be already working on movie sets.

Also, the irony of our costumes… It was hilarious. And I loved it. So yeah, despite all of my fears, I was going to do it.

“That and because while I try to marry you, you were looking at other boys,” Noor said, faking a dramatic cry.

“Shut up,” I laughed. “We were not getting married.”

Noor smiled, and we hugged for a second. She was indeed the best.

“I know, I know,” She sighed. “We were not meant to be”

#wtfock #sobbe #wtfock fanfic #srta pepa's fanfics #R + J = R + S

[srta-peppa]

Sk8️⃣er Boi

Hey!! Its me Im back 💖✨ hope you guys had a lovely weekend... We are getting closer to the first chapter, and I cant be more exited. Thank uuu so much for the likes and the love. (Last post link in the title)

Lullaby's TW

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Tell me what you think 😝💖 kisses and have a nice week 😘

#srta pepa's fanfics #sk8️⃣er boi fic #skaterboy!robbe #fuckboy!sander

[srta-peppa]

Hihi! 💕💕 Im back. Sorry its so late!! But here we are... Sobbe friends to lovers fake dating au. I hope you like it and please let me know what you think. (ao3 link on the title)

Ch 2 // Ch 3

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"The things i do for you. "

Chapter 1:

“I need your help,” Robbe says at my back while I draw for one of my last projects. 

“With?” I ask after Robbe didn’t say anything more.  

I hear him take a deep breath, and normally I would stop what I’m doing and would look at him, but I’m really late with my work, and I can’t make any free time for Robbe. 

“You know that I have this huge crush on my best friend, right?” He asks, and I think for a moment. 

I don’t know Robbe’s friends that well. I saw them once or twice on his birthdays, but they all seem like assholes to me, so I never pay enough attention to them. So… Robbe’s friends… There was Yasmina, the only one I do remember because she was always kind, she actually listened to Robbe, then there was the curly blond. What was his name? Arnold? No, but I’m sure it was with an A. Well, it doesn’t matter, he wasn’t Robbe’s best friend. There was Moyo, the worst of all of them. And then.. the tall one, dark hair. Mmm... Oh yes! 

“Jens..” I finally say, changing the color of my pencil.

“Yes! Him.. well, the other day he told he is bi,” Robbe says, and at that, I freeze a little bit. Is he going to tell me that they are together? 

“Okay.. so?” That’s right. Act chill, Sander, you can do this. Thank God I wasn’t looking at him, or I will be puking. 

“So... I tried to tell him about my crush for him, but I freaked out and ended up lying to him,” Robbe explains in a rush I barely got what he said. 

“Mm.. doesn’t sound good, but I think if he really is your best friend, go and explain it to him. Jens will understand.” He needs my advice, so I try my best. It wasn’t his fault that I am in love with him since forever. 

“Yes, well, that’s the problem. I told Jens about my crush, but I told him it was you.” Robbe’s words were like someone just threw a big cold cube of water to me.  

“Oh.” I manage to say. 

“Yeah, and know what? He just looked at me and said, ‘i already knew that Robbe’” Okay, time to face my gorgeous devil.

I let my pencil on the table and turn my chair to look at him. Robbe is lying on my bed, all curl up in the blankets. So adorable.     

“What does that mean?” I ask him when he kept silent. 

“I don’t know! But i... I freaked out more, and I may or may not have told him that we are together.” He says without looking at my eyes. 

“You did what?” I ask again, hoping I just had dreamed what he just said.   

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. Im so sorry, Sander.” Robbe apologizes and looks at me with his cute shy eyes. 

“It’s fine.” I find myself saying. “just text him, meet up and tell him the truth.” 

He frowns, “I don’t think that a good idea.” 

“I think its the only idea,” I say, frowning too. What is he thinking now?

“No, but the thing is that when I told him about us, he made this wried face.” Robbe tries to imitate it, but if you ask me, I don’t have any idea of what could possibly be. 

“A wried face?” I repeat waiting for him to explain it better. 

“Yes, like he was jealous or something,” He finally says with heart eyes and all of that shit. 

“Better for you then,” I say and try to come back to my art. But Robbe pulls the chair and sits on my lap, making me impossible to ignore him. And I can’t stop myself from hugging him. 

“Can you help me?” He says, looking deep into my eyes.  

“I thought I already did.” I try to play dumb like I didn’t have an idea of what he wants.

“No, I want you to pretend to be with me.” Yeep... that’s what I thought.

“No, no way,” There is no way I do this to me, to us.  

“Please, Sander,” He says, getting closer to my face and pouting. 

“No, Robbe, we won’t do that. If Jens is your friend and even more, if he is into you, the right thing to do is go there and tell him the truth.” I say, trying to convince him. 

“But what if I am wrong? What if I ruin our friendship?” Robbe asks while he starts to play with my hair.  

“That would mean Jens is a shitty friend,” I say like I didn’t think that already. 

“Please, Sander! It would be just a few parties, and if he does seem jealous, I will tell him everything,” He says, and at this point, I am not sure if it wouldn’t be better if Jens also has a crush on him. 

“And if he doesn’t?” I regret asking it the exact moment I see the spark of joy in Robbe’s eyes. He knows me too well. He knows that if he keeps pushing me a little more, he will win. 

“Then we broke up, and I tell him that we decide that it’s better if we just still friends,” Robbe says like he had it all already planned. And knowing him, maybe he did.  

“I don’t think this is a good idea.” I am loosing, and we both know it.   

“Pleaseeeeee.” He begs. 

“How are you going to find out if you are not even sure now?” I say, trying my last attempt to stop his craziness.   

“You will, you are amazing reading people.” He answers, and I hate that I can not fight his logic. 

“No, no, no, there’s a lot of things that could go wrong.” For example, me getting hurt and you getting with that Jens, boring as hell dude. 

Robbe put his most adorable puppy eyes and join our noses.  

“Pleaseeeeee... Sander, for me?” He whispers with his sweet baby voice. Aggh I can’t believe im gonna do this.

I close my eyes for a second before talking again “Okay just a few parties” Robbe’s face light up. 

“Yees! Thank you, thank you. You are the best Sander.” He says while he kisses me all over my face. And I, like the dumb boy that I am, melt entirely because of it. 

“Whatever.. but if after this we don’t get nothing we stop and you tell him the true okay?” I say firmly. A few parties won’t kill me, but if we do this for too long...    

“Yes, I promise,” Robbe says seriously.  

“Fine, now get out of my lap. I need to end my drawing.” I try to push him out, but he doesn’t move. 

Robbe hides his face on my neck. “But you are so cozy” He mewls on my ear and gets even more curl up on me. And there’s no way I’m going to say no to him. 

I sighed and take him by the hip. “God, the things I do for you. At least move to the side so I can use my hands.” 

“Yaaay!” Robbe says and moves so I can free my hands. 

We stay like this for at least an hour or two, with him sleeping on my lap while I finished my drawings. I hate how much easier it’s for me to concentrate when we are like this. I hate how his soft and slow breath against my skin relaxes my thoughts. How the weight on top of my body stops me from wanting to run. I usually don’t have problems with my art, but one thing was doing it for pleasure, and another was having all those projects in the same week. Having to uses techniques I don’t enjoy and have just days to finishes each one of them before starting the next one. All of that seems to disappear when Robbe sleeps on my lap while I work. And I hate that I love every second out of it. 

How do we start? Well, we actually have known each other forever. I am two years older than him, but it isn’t like I can remember those moments. We used to be neighbors, and our moms have been friends since day one. Basically, I always have been in Robbe’s life, and he has always been in mine. So being affectionate or touchy was our everyday life. We are best friends, and I am in love with him. Since when? Since always. I genuinely believe he is my soulmate, but Robbe is as blind as he can. And I don’t blame him, I didn’t find out about my feeling until I was sixteen and he was fourteen. 

It started the day he told me he was gay. He was telling me all about this boy he liked. I will never forget his name, Eliott, he was older like me, and Robbe had a massive crush on him. Maybe like the one he now has with Jens. To summarize, Robbe spent weeks telling me how good Eliott looked that day, how sweet Eliott was with him on their school break, and the list went on and on for weeks. And I hated Eliott every day a little more. 

I hated him until one magic afternoon. We were just like this, with me painting while Robbe slept on my lap when I realized that I didn’t hate the poor boy. I was jealous, jealous as fuck that Robbe was pining over someone else. It didn’t shock me or perturbed me. In fact, I couldn’t feel better. It was like something had finally come into place on my mind, heart, and soul. In the end, Eliott moved to Paris, and Robbe forgot about his love for him. As for me, I decided not to say anything to him because of the fear of losing him. But that was a long time ago. Robbe is now eighteen, I am twenty, and I can’t remember how many time I tried to tell him how I feel. But he just doesn’t listen to me, or he doesn’t want to listen to me. I actually gave up, and I resigned myself to spending my whole life as just his best friend. 

Maybe it was because of how we are around each other. Always so touchy and carefree. We sleep next to each other. We talk about everything, and when I say everything, I mean it. Yes, all the things that you are now thinking about? Yes, those things too. We spend weekends and holidays together, with only the two of us. When I moved to my studio, he practically moved with me. And yes, he… he sits on my lap or between my legs a lot. A lot meaning all the time we are together, and for Robbe, It never mattered if someone was around with us too. And for me? Well, I am not proud, but I will get whatever little love he is willing to give me. "

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“Sk8️⃣er Boi”

What its this!!! Me again? Today I am Pepa Claus😝😝😝 Haha i dont know what it is this but its def the beganing of this new fic 💞 as always tell me what you think 😘

Summary:  After two years dating fuckboy Chris P, skaterboy Robbe is done with that type of guys, but what would he do if after breaking up, Sander Driesen, of all the fuckboys, wants him..? They belong to the same crew that likes to hang out every Friday afternoon. Yet they are not friends or usually talk to each other. Sander is two years older than him and part of the Artists so they don’t interact that much. But now every time Sander looks at him or calls him babe, his world turns upside down.  After all his past experience, could Sander be the fuckboy exception that Robbe is willing to sleep with? Because shit, have you seen him?

Skaterboy!Robbe's IG and TW

Fuckboy! Sander's IG and TW

Bi!Jens /Lesbian!Noor /Girlfriend!Britt

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"Sk8️⃣er Boi"

Hi!! Thank you so much for the love in the last posts! 🥰🥰 We are getting super close to the first ch but first some chats! Also pay attention to all the details 😉 as always i hope you guys like it.. (Last post link in the title)

Robbe's chats

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Big kisses! And Let me know what you think 😝💖

Ps: would you guys like a twitter or something for the Lullaby Crew? Maybe it would explain better what it is that only future info in the chapters.. or maybe its too much haha

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"do i know you?"

Hihihi!! 💛 Who wants late night diky chats? Haha i guess almost everybody is sleeping so dont worry i will reblog this as soon as i woke up 😉 how are you my loves? I've been taking some time out of Tumblr (and with the last update my Tumblr's working worst than ever) so i feel like its been forever since we last talk. I want to thank you all for the love in the last ch you are the best!!! 💖💖💖💖 We are on the final moments so if you want to send me your theories or what you would like to see happeing.... I would love to read it and chat a lil 🥺🥺🥺 okay i wont talk anymore.

Kisses love you a loooot! 🌈💗✨🧚❤️🎊💫💙

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Part I Robbe's phone:

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"do i know you?"

So.... To the lovely people that read my lil fic "do i know you?" I have two questions.. 1) do you think the fic is getting to long? What number of ch would you like? 2) First Kiss!!! Do you want it classic or do you want me to surprise you all out of nowhere?

And now my gift 💖 answer or I'm going to take my gift back.

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“Sk8️⃣er Boi”

(new update)

After two years dating fuckboy Chris P, skaterboy Robbe is done with that type of guys, but what would he do if after breaking up, Sander Driesen, of all the fuckboys, wants him..? They belong to the same crew that likes to hang out every Friday afternoon. Yet they are not friends or usually talk to each other. Sander is two years older than him and part of the Artists so they don’t interact that much. But now every time Sander looks at him or calls him babe, his world turns upside down.  After all his past experience, could Sander be the fuckboy exception that Robbe is willing to sleep with? Because shit, have you seen him?  

A lil gift for the ones who still awake! My crackfic that no one asked for is here... It's not news that "Do i know you?" It's coming to an end soon so im working on my next fics this would be a short project while i write my ✨ magic au ✨ (i cant wait for that one)

Now about this fic.. Yes! I know Chris P and Robbe is the worse thing ever but that’s kind of the point, also this is obviously a parallel universe so nothing is canon on this fic hahaha I hope you guys like it. It's going to be humor, fluff, sexual tension.  As always let me know what you think 😝

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"Sk8️⃣er Boi"

Hi! Everybody 🥰 as some of you have already seen this is my new fic project ft. Skaterboy!Robbe and Fuckboy/GraffitiArtist!Sander this will be Friends with Benefits to Lovers AU

The next few weeks I will be updating a few things that happen before the first chapter starts. (last post link on the title) Hope you guys like it 💞

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Hii my beautiful people! 💫✨💛✨💫✨💫💛✨💫 How are you? had you missed me guys? Because I did it like crazy. 😭😭 Okay I dont want to talk more than I already did in the ch’s notes.. So I just want to thank all of you, this last month has been difficult to me and you made me smiled, luaghed and felt love all the time. Thank uuuu so much from the bottom of my heart.  💖💖💖

This chapter has an amazing collab with one of my deartes friends here. Cookie eres la mejor! @skam-mix

“do i know you?” 

Donderdag 11:19 a.m

Jens was waiting for his best friend in the skatepark as they agreed. Thinking about all the things he wanted to tell Robbe and all the things he wished Robbe tell him. His best friends had just asked the love of his life for a date, and once again, Jens was not there for him. 

He saw the expensive black car pulling closer, and he knew it was them. 

Jens had always made fun of the day Robbe realized that his boyfriend was a little wealthy to say something. The surprised in his eyes and the mocked in Sander’s face. That day was when Jens found out about the hotel suite. Of course, he later knew more about that night, but Robbe never shared the complete details, and Jens used to recognize better than assumed things about what others didn’t want to talk about it.  

It took them a whole five minutes to get out of the car, and the tinted glasses didn’t help to see if they were talking, kissing, or whatever. He hoped they weren’t kissing, not because Jens didn’t want his best friend to come back with his boyfriend and more because there was no way to know how much time would it take them to stop. 

But when they finally got out, Jens watched it like in a movie. Sander, who looked incredible good for just a regular weekday, moved in slow motions and open Robbe’s door, who giggled like a teenager in love. This could only be better if Jens had been listening to some cool music. He didn’t want to, but as he saw them walked closer, Jens felt jealous.

Why couldn’t he have that? That epic love story, stronger than fucking memories.  

Shaking that feeling, he greeted his friends when they were closer enough to saw him. 

“How are you guys?” He said. 

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Hii!! The second ch its finally here 🥳 hope you like it so muuuch.. thank uuu for all the love. 💖💖Kisses and ilysm (ao3 link on the title)

Ch 1 // Ch 3

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“The things i do for you”

Chapter 2:

So here we are, a week later, after Robbe’s fantastic plan. Waiting for the party tonight, his boy has never been a big fan of parties, but today he was especially excited. Tonight all the farce begins. 

Robbe had come to my studio, saying something about getting their story straight. He didn’t explain much in his text. And didn’t ask either because what could we possibly need to talk about? It isn’t like we don’t already know everything about the other. 

“Can you tell me what are we doing?” I ask, lying on my bed while Robbe goes around like a cat in a trap. 

“We need to know what we are going to say to my friends,” He says, and I start to laugh.”  Don’t laugh, this is serious.” 

“What do you mean?” I ask, but Robbe keeps walking around nervously. “Baby, Babe… stop.” 

When he passes next to me, I take his hand and push him to the bed. Robbe ends up falling on top of me. Giggling against my chest like a little kid. 

“We have to decide how we got together, and I don’t know…” He says and sits down next to me. “And maybe we should kiss.”

I look at him, amuse. “How we got together? I don’t know, baby, why can’t we just tell them that one day after years been friends, we realized we were in love.” 

I mean there’s not actually lie only because it hasn’t happened yet, right?

“Mmm.. yeah, that actually sounds good.” Robbe rests his had on my shoulder. “Okay, do you want to kiss me now?… or we should.” 

“Why do I have to kiss you now? Do you bring Jens, and you are hiding him?” I joke, looking around the flat. 

“No, silly!” Robbe hit me softly on my arm. “But we can’t kiss for the first time in front of everybody. What if we don’t like it or if one of us freaks out? We need to act natural!” 

What if we don’t like it... Is he been serious? I am an excellent kisser, and he is about to find out. 

“This won’t be our first kiss, and we don’t need to kiss, you can make him jealous without us kissing.” 

“Sander, who is gonna believe that we are together if we don’t kiss?” Robbe says this time, looking at me. “Also, what do you mean this won’t be our first time? When have you kiss me?” 

“We have kissed before, you were an adorable little boy who one day came to me and said… ‘Sander, How does it feel to be kissed?’ Do you really forget about it?” 

“I can’t believe you remember what I said to you back then,” Robbe says, smiling big at me, he likes when I get cheesy with him. “And yes, Sander, I remember, but that was ages ago, and we just lock lips. That barely counts as a kiss.” 

“It counted to me,” I whisper, but as always, he doesn’t listen.  

“Come on, sit up! We need to practice” Robbe chirps.  

“Practice? How many times do we want us to kiss, baby?” I ask, confused. 

Not that I mind kissing him all day, to be honest.

He thinks for a moment before talking again. “I don’t know three times?”

“Three times?” Actually, I don’t know what I even ask.

He is going to kill me. How can I possibly kiss him more than once and do not want to do it all the time? 

“Yes, the first to try, the second to get our technique and a third to be sure,” Robbe answers severe. 

“Our technique?” I say and burst to laugh.

“Sander!” 

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry baby” I sit on the bed facing him. “I’m all yours” I close my eyes and wait for him to kiss me. 

A whole minute goes by, and nothing happens, so I open one eye to see him. Robbe has moved close to me, but he has stopped before getting to close. His face is red, and he is looking at me shyly. When he notices I am looking at him too, Robbe giggles and moves his gaze down. 

“So much for your attitude, huh?” I joke, making us laugh. 

“No, you are right I chickened out maybe we…” Robbe starts to say, but I don’t let him finish. I put my hand on his nape and pull him into me. 

When our lips finally touch, I feel all my body shiver, and my heart set on fire. Robbe’s lips were so soft, and his mouth tastes like pure heaven. I love it, we should be kissing only to get it out before the party. But now that we are kissing, I can’t stop myself. Opening my mouth, I take his lower lip between mines and slowly suck it. I don’t know for how long do we kiss, I could be doing it forever. Robbe is addictive to me.  

“Mmm.. yeah, right!” Robbe says after a minute and shakes his head. 

He seems as overwhelming as me. Robbe has his eyes lock in my lips, and when I lick them, I see him follow my tongue with his eyes. Oh! I got you baby. 

“Do we need to do it one time then?” I ask, and I can feel the cocky smile I have.  

“Yes!” Robbe almost yells. “I mean, we need to be sure. You know?” 

“Of course.” I nod, acting all serious too. 

We start to kiss again, and again, and again. I don’t know how to stop.  Robbe is the sweetest person I have ever met, and he fucking kiss me like that. He is so gentle and caring and selfless. Robbe doesn’t take the lead in the kiss, he just perfectly follows me. And maybe I get too into our kiss because I accidentally bite him but to the surprise of both Robbe moans. 

“Sorry, baby,” I say, trying to see if I hurt his lip but Robbe keeps kissing me, making it impossible to see. 

“It’s fine, you didn’t hurt me,” Robbe finally says, a bit breathless while we keep kissing each other. 

We kiss for a few seconds more when an idea hit me up. I shouldn’t do it. But now that I think about it, I can’t not do it. I decided to try to bite him one more time, but this time not as an accident. This time I am fully aware of what I’m doing when I take his lower lip with my teeth and bite him. I’m softly sucking his lip in my mouth when Robbe moans again.

“You like it,” I say, amused, smiling once I see him. 

“Sander,” Robbe whispers, super ashame and blushing hard. 

Blushing too much if you ask me. And then it hit me again. 

“Oh! No, you not only like it. You love it,” I am laughing.

“Sander, please,” Robbe says and hides his face on my chest.  

“Look at you! It really turns you on, right?” I say, amazed by this.  

“Jesus! Yes, I like it, okay?” Robbe says before he starts laughing with me. 

“So you like it rough... I will have never guess you were such a kinky boy.” I joke, making him blush more. He is so red, it’s adorable. 

“There is a lot of things you don’t know about me, Sander,” Robbe says, and I raise my eyebrow. 

“Really?”

“Fine,” He rolls his eyes “There are a few things you don’t know about me.” 

“I can see…” I look at him from up and down. God, I wish I could know those things too. “Do you think your vanilla Jens can handle it?” 

Robbe opens his mouth in surprise and pushes me while he chuckles, “You don’t know that you barely talk to him when he is around.”

“I don’t need to talk to him to know those things. He is a vanilla boy.” Robbe’s best friend exudes vanilla energy everywhere he goes. 

Not that I am saying that be like that is a bad thing, but if I was my recently discover kinky boy, Robbe, I would want to be with a vanilla boy. At least not for my first relationship, and even less if the vanilla boy is more experience than me.

“Okay, maybe you are right. But I still want him.” I ignore it, and instead, I pinch the skin on his collarbone, making Robbe shivers.  

My poor kinky boy, he is going to get hella bored with Jens.    

“So let’s get him. Come take a shower first. We are going to run late if we don’t start to move.” 

I lied on my bed thinking about Robbe’s lip on mine, about the sweets moans he makes when he gets too carried away. Or how his hands feel on my shoulders. Before today, I thought that Robbe’s feelings for me were platonic, and that was why he never seemed to notice mine. But now, seeing how desperate he got and how he completely forgot about the time while we kiss, I think that maybe I was wrong, and the only thing Robbe needs is that I make him see us.  Maybe this fake dating wasn’t a bad idea, after all. 

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We leave my flat an hour later, so it had already started when we got to the party. I look at the yellow house, Moyo’s house, one of the shitty friends of Robbe. The music is loud and definitely not my style, but I’m kinda used to it by now. Once I found a place to left the car, and we got outside, I felt for the first time a little nervous about it. Not about the fake dating part; they are not my friends, so I can’t care any less if they find out. But having to act like we are a couple in front of other people knowing that for Robbe is not real, yeah, that has me a little worry. 

What if I get too into this and Robbe gets uncomfortable? Or what if Robbe’s plans succeed and after making out with him, I have to see him go back home with Jens and not with me? Too many possibilities for things to go the wrong way. Yet I know it’s late to change my mind and to be honest, there’s nothing Robbe can not make me do it of he ask me.  Even more when he looks like he does tonight. Fuck, the word perfect is not enough to say how good Robbe looks. I hate it when he changes his baggy pants for a pair of skinny black jeans. I hate it more when he matches his skinny jeans with one of my sweaters, which makes him look so small and cute. I hate it so much more when he actually tries to style his brown curls to look less messy. And when that I hate it I mean that I love it. Tonight Robbe looks, cute, and hot, and adorable, and sexy, and mine but also not mine. So yeah, I love it, and it drives me crazy. 

“Are you ready?” I ask before we go inside. 

“Yes, do you remember our story?” Robbe’s voice sounds much more confident than I feel at the moment.

“The part of we realized we actually are in love? Yeah, I think I got it.” I joke, pushing him a little closer to me. 

Robbe rolls his eyes and hugs me back. “Okay, no need to be a smart ass. I am just trying to be sure. Also, remember you can’t ditch me in the middle of the party to go with some cute boy or girl you meet, okay?” 

This time is my turn to roll my eyes. “Really, Robbe? When have I ever done something like that? I am not like your assholes, friends.” 

“They are not that bad, they just aren’t you.” 

“Hell no. I will never do something like this to you.”

“I know you will never do it, but what if you meet the love of your life and forget about me?” He says, pouting, and I have to stop myself from kissing him. 

“Don’t worry, baby. Tonight is your night.” I say instead because obviously, I wasn’t about to tell him that he is the love of my life. 

He takes my hand and walks us to the front door, where Robbe opens it without knocking. The first person we bump is his friend Yasmina; she’s sitting on the couch and waving to us, so we decide to join her. I try to relax. Yasmina, It’s actually the perfect person to start to pretend. She’s chill and friendly and definitely not the person we have to make jealous.  

We sit next to her, and I pull Robbe’s back into my chest, something we have done a thousand times, but for some reason, it feels different tonight. 

They talked for like a half an hour before I see Jens for the first time. He was coming down from the second floor with Moyo and Arthur? No, I think that’s not his name. 

“Hey, baby wanna dance with me?” I say. 

“Yeah, sure.” Robbe smiles and whispers a little sorry to his friends. 

When we get to the improvised dance floor, I take him by the waist and move us around. At the same time, Robbe puts his arms around my neck and looks at me. 

“Don’t look behind, but Jens is there, and he has seen us,” I say into Robbe’s ear. 

“Okay, are you ready? I mean, are you sure? We can actually stop this here and now and go back home,” Robbe says, looking into my eyes. 

And some part of me wants to stop and go home but because he says ‘home’ and like he also belongs what makes me sure about this. 

“We are fine, baby.” I smile to him, and he nods. I join our foreheads, and dance with him, perfectly aware of Jens and the rest of Robbe’s friends stares on us. 

They are not watching us because of me, but mostly because they have never seen shy baby Robbe dancing with a boy at a party. This is not the first time e dance together; we have done it a lot in our family’s events and in in the privacy of my study. Robbe has always been shy around others, and I usually don’t hang out with him and his friends, so they probably this is the first time they see Robbe like this. And I don’t want to lie that idea makes me smile. 

“We can just dance to this,” Robbe says and takes me by my collar to get closer. “Push up on my body.” 

“Did you really just quote that cheesy song with Ariana Grande and that skinny blond you like?” I say while I laugh at him. 

“Maybe I did. And look who is talking about skinny blonds.” He jokes. 

I see his friends coming to us, and I make Robbe spin in my arms so I can hug him from behind. He giggles adorably and rests his head on my shoulder.  

“It was damn time you came men.” Armand? Says. 

“Don’t blame him, Aaron” Oh yeah, Aaron… that’s his name. “Robbe probably got distracted with his boyfriend’s D,” Moyo says, wining a punch from Jens at his side. Huh… that was new. 

 “Where you been, guys?” Robbe asks, ignoring the tensions in his friends. 

“Smoking in a place with fewer people. I save you some if you want to come.” Jens finally says, looking between them. And that’s new too. 

Jens and I have never really care about the other when we had met. I mean, we don’t hate each other, but I am not sure if we like each other either. Jens and I know it, fuck even Robbe knows we don’t particularly like his other best friend. It’s something we all know, but we never have discussed it. But seeing Jens now, maybe I get an idea of why. 

“Baby, can we have a drink before you ditch me for your friend?” I ask, faking a pout, speaking loud enough to make Jens hear me. Just because I take my job seriously, and not at all because I want it, I kiss Robbe’s neck a few times. 

I feel his body shiver against me before he talks. “I’m not leaving you; you are coming with us,” Robbe says with his soft honeyed voice that he only uses when I mad at him, and he wants me to forgive him. And that’s how I know he is now playing too. 

Jens’s eyes widen before he rolls it; apparently, he doesn’t like this side of Robbe. “Whatever, get your drinks, I will wait upstairs.” Oh! He definitely doesn’t like this side of him. 

I briefly look at Jens, and before Robbe can answer, I take his hand and leave to the kitchen. 

When we get there, it less crowded than the rest of the house. I guess because almost everybody is already drunk and partying. Robbe makes some gin tonic for him and opens a beer for me. 

Jens hadn’t left to go upstairs, and he is actually looking at us. Taking advantage of that, I make one of my favorite things in the world. I take Robbe’s hip and push him up so he can sit in the counter while I hug him standing between his legs. He hugs me by my neck and giggles because I know how much he enjoys the few moments he is taller than I am.  

“I think you are right,” I say before I drink a sip of my beer. 

“What?” Robbe says, a bit confused. He has started playing with the hair in my nape, something that always distracts him too much, to be honest. 

“About Jens, I think he is a little jealous, but I don’t know yet if it’s like I want my best friend back from his boyfriend or I want my best friend back so I can be his boyfriend,” I explain and touch his thigh to make him look at me and not at my hair. 

“But we barely do anything why would he be jealous?” He says and drinks some of his gin tonics. 

I frown, “What do you mean we barely do anything? I’m doing my best work so far here.”

“How is this your best work, Sander? It’s really your game this weak?” Robbe asks, teasing me. 

“Weak, you say? I literally sat with you lying on me, I took you to dance, I whispered on your ear, I called you baby, and I’m now we are fucking hugging each other.” I say, and Robbe laughs. 

“But we do that all the time.”

“Yeah, but they don’t know that, baby.” I move my hand up and down his thigh, pretty sure that Jens is still watching us. 

“Okay, that’s true. Is he watching us?” Robbe asks, and I drink another sip so I can look around the room without being weird. 

“Yes, he is,” I say after a second. “Do you want me to kiss you?” I ask, getting closer and brushing our noses.  

Robbe blushes and nods. “If you want…” He whispers, looking at my lips. 

Fuck! If I want, he asks me? I have to be dreaming. I look at his mouth back, and Robbe bites his lower lip. 

“Let go,” I whisper to him while I caress his fluffy bottom lip. 

Once he does it, I kiss him. And Robbe was right; this time, when we kiss, I perfectly know what I have to do to make him eager for more. His mouth now tastes like gin, and I glad he hadn’t chosen to drink whiskey, which I hate. If I think of it, that’s probably why he had drunk the gin tonic. That makes me want to kiss him even more, so I deep the kiss just a little. 

Like every other time we kiss today, I have no idea of how much time has past. The only thing I know is that Robbe is getting needier. He presses his chest to mine and whines into the kiss like a kitten. And at that, I smile against his mouth and take his jaw to move his face away. 

“Getting needy, baby?” I can stop myself from asking. 

“Shut up!” He says with his cheeks of a cute shade of pink. “Is he still watching us?” Robbe asks after a minute, and when I look around, Robbe’s best friend is missing.

Interesting. 

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