He’s Mine(And He Always Will Be)

by nonbinarybaddie

Summary:

Alternate version of Sobbe love story where they meet at Comic Con in full cosplay and fall in love from there

Notes:

First fic on here! Big shoutout to SkamTrash for inspiring me to write a sobbe fic. I apologize for any improper or incorrect Flemish translations. This will be a multi-chapter fic that will include, fluff, smut, and slight angst.

Making a playlist for this fic, each chapter has a song. This chapter’s song is Beige by Yoke Lore (Hence the title).

Chapter 1: Do You Wonder If Every Stupid Little Thing Has Led Us To This?

 Robbe IJzermans was a proper fucking nerd. Always has, probably always will be. At the age of 6, he was building Lego sets in record times, at age 8 he had a reading level way beyond his years, at age 10 he spent all his days of summer playing wizards & warriors on his family computer. At age 14, he started getting into cosplay. He knew it was a bit silly, maybe not the most popular hobby, but frankly, Robbe never seemed to care. 

 

Little teenage Robbe would spend his part time job paychecks from his consumer electronics job to pay for fabrics, a sewing machine, and cheap wigs. His looks, at this point, were never quite accurate enough to the character, but it never seemed to stop him. When he moved to the US at age 18, and started working two jobs, his cosplays got better and better, and people started to notice. Robbe started an Instagram account for his cosplays, quickly acquiring thousands of followers within the first few months. Any book, tv show, anime, or movie character he related to, he would dress up as. It became less of a hobby, and more of serious interest. 

 

Living in the US at first had been a challenge, to say the least. The culture shock was a bite to the ass, but learning English caused him more trouble than anything, his heavy accent still prevalent in all of his words. He was lucky to make friends quickly, English speaking friends, who always helped, so slowly overtime it got better. At age 21, Robbe was fluent in English, speaking with no trouble at all, which allowed him to be more social. He’d met his best friend, Shay, at a book club hosted in Lemon Grove. They hit it off immediately, if not for being queer, but also for having so many common interests. Shay dabbled in cosplay herself, and Robbe would often do matching cosplays with her for his account, which at his current age had amassed well over 500K followers. It wasn’t long into his friendship that Shay invited Robbe to come live with her, and Robbe, delighted to leave his shitty apartment, couldn’t help the offer of a roommate, and a better place to live. 

 

The two of them settled into a small house in Lemon Grove, with Shay’s other roommate, Marlon, a seemingly nice guy who took Robbe to the skate park more than once in a while. 

 

It would be safe to say that Robbe wasn’t the biggest fan of California, but there was one thing that made it all worth it. Ever since Robbe was a child he’s dreamt of attending comic con, and as silly as it is, attending a convention where being a nerd is celebrated, even encouraged, sparked a sense of excitement in the brown haired boy that nothing seemed to compare to. Robbe knew it would be expensive between the tickets themselves, the gas needed to get there, the supplies for his cosplay, and finding a hotel, but he was desperate to figure it out anyway. 

 

He brought it up to Shay, who agreed immediately, pitching in as much as she could, but recruiting Marlon proved to be a bit harder than previously expected. After a few weeks of begging like a sad desperate puppy, Marlon too gave in, joining in on the trip to the convention, also chipping in a small sum of money for transport and shelter. Robbe, however, paid for the rest. Between two serious jobs, and endless ways of trying to make a different style of ramen dinner every night, he managed to succeed in compiling enough money to plan it out. Robbe got a fairly decent hotel, enough gas money to last them, and VIP tickets for all three of them. And so it was decided, Robbe would fulfill his biggest, nerdiest dream yet. 

 

Robbe, on a serious mission to bring his best look to Comic Con, planned out his look for months in advance. He bought a bunch of different fabrics and faux furs for sewing, and put together his outfit, and props, which managed to take him a few days. He then ordered a custom made wig matching his character, a purchase that would set him back for a month or two, but he was sure it was worth it. The last steps included figuring out how to do the makeup, and testing the cosplay out as a whole, and after a few tries, Robbe was beyond satisfied with the result. As he gazed into the mirror in his room, turning left and right, he knew his version of Hiccup would be the best there, if not the best some may ever see. 

 

Choosing to go as Hiccup Haddock wasn’t a hard choice, in fact, it was pretty much an instant decision. Robbe knew he could pull it off with his features, and he’d been a fan of the movies since he was first introduced, and had completely torn up his DVD copies by playing them so many times. Robbe knew this would be his best cosplay yet, and to be able to display it at Comic Con, made it that much better. Robbe found out a few weeks before that Shay was going as Astrid, to match him, and he almost flipped his shit with excitement, the idea of matching with his friend making the idea even more brilliant. 

 

Marlon however, chose the easy option, which Robbe can’t complain about because no one thought he would dress up in the first place. Marlon was going as Shaggy from the Scooby Doo movies, a classic, but in Robbe’s opinion, not the most creative. 

 

Time passed slowly, at least for Robbe, who was desperately awaiting a fun filled time with his best friends and the cosplay community, but alas the day was upon them. 

 

That morning, Robbe got up way earlier than he usually would, eating breakfast, and assembling and putting on his cosplay as neatly as possible. He spent an hour or so toying with his makeup to make sure it looked as accurate as possible, and packed a small day bag with extra cash, their tickets, his car keys, sunglasses, and makeup wipes for when he needed to remove his masterpiece from his face later on. He also packed an overnight bag for the hotel. When he stepped out of his room, Shay was already set to go as well, adorned in a beautiful rendition of her Astrid cosplay, complementing Robbe in all the right ways. A few moments later, Marlon joined them in his very Halloween costume-esque cosplay of Shaggy, much to Robbe’s dismay, and they set out, piling in the car for their destination. The drive itself was fairly short, but the hassle of getting parking and getting inside took another hour. Robbe was practically buzzing in excitement by the time they entered the doors, having their bags checked and their tickets scanned. He couldn’t help but look around in awe at the convention center, the huge Comic Con banners hanging from the ceilings, all the familiar characters around him, and the bustle of tons of moving people. After getting past security, Robbe took a moment alongside his friends to just take it in. There were food stands and merchandise tables, and info stands about the schedule of panels and meet and greets. 

 

Robbe took a deep breath, smiling widely as he fluttered his eyes, letting himself immerse into the atmosphere. As he opened his eyes, Shay took his hand, and Marlon’s, and led them to the nearest merchant stand, where they checked out some new edition comic books, keychains, and character shirts. Robbe had to have a momento, so he grabbed a keychain and a comic book, checking out with the stand assistant, along with Shay. The two checked their schedule, stepping aside along with Marlon to see what they had planned next. There was a panel in 20 minutes, across on the opposite side of the convention center, so they booked it, laughing and smiling as they jogged through the halls of people, forcing Marlon to keep up. 

 

When the three of them finally make it and take their seats, the panel starts, and nobody is more invested than Robbe, who seems on the edge of his seat, watching some of his favorite tv show actors answer questions and talk about the new upcoming season. So imagine Robbe’s upset when he notices he’s holding his bladder, and has probably been since they got here. He begrudgingly gets up, excusing himself to the bathroom down the hall, and after doing his business, he pops out of the bathroom, rounding the corner, eager to get back. 

 

 

*THUD*

 

Robbe stumbles back onto the ground as the realization floods him that he’s just bumped into something. But as Robbe looks up, he realizes very quickly it’s not something, but rather someone. 

 

Robbe grunts, feeling a pain in his butt as he landed, but hears the stranger laugh, melodic, the kind of laugh you hear in movies, not fake, per say, just a bit too perfect to be realistic. Robbe can’t help the embarrassed smile on his face, and his eyes trail down, meeting a wood cane. 

 

A wood cane? Robby thinks. Did I just body slam some old lady? 

 

His thought is quickly interrupted by a voice from above him,

 

“Need a hand? You took a bit of a nasty spill there, Dragon Trainer” the voice jokes, charmingly, obviously teasing Robbe.

 

Robbe’s cheeks flush and he shakes his head no, before getting up, brushing himself off, and properly facing the person before him. 

 

And suddenly, Robbe is lost for words. All the all is sucked from his chest like a vacuum, because this boy, this man, in front of him, is striking. Robbe ponders for a second if he’s real, he looks that good. He has platinum, nearly white hair and smooth tanned skin, adorned with darker eyebrows. A dead giveaway that his hair has never naturally been blonde. He has these crazy, sparkling blue-green eyes, and a half quirked smile and Robbe just about goes weak at the knees when he realizes what the boy is dressed up as. 

 

He’s Jack Frost. The fucking Rise of The Guardians Jack Frost. 

 

And it’s so suited to him, he’s painted on some small very subtle freckles and draped some soft blush over his cheeks and nose, and Robbe can’t believe he didn't pick up on the cosplay sooner. The cane was a dead give away, especially with the special fix frost spray all over it. The boy has one hand in his blue hoodie, and the other holding the cane. And Robbe is realizing he’s just staring and never actually responded to the boy 

 

“Are you How To Train Your Dragon fan?” He asks, awkwardly, cringing internally with how he sounds out loud. 

 

The blonde haired boy laughs again, a sound that Robbe wishes he could record and play on repeat, before licking over his bottom lip and responding to Robbe’s question.

 

“A little yeah, but maybe I take more of a liking to your version” 

 

Robbe nearly chokes on his own spit, sputtering, and blushing, searching for some sort of way to get his words out. 

 

“Shit, that was like way too forward wasn’t it?” The blonde haired boy speaks up, scratching the back of his neck. 

 

“No! No I mean, your Jack Frost is.. it’s.. incredibly accurate. Very impressive” Robbe slips out, tilting his head at the boy whose eyes sparkle with amusement, looking down at his own outfit. 

 

“I’m Sander” the blonde says, extending a hand for Robbe to shake, which he does. Robbe tries the name out in his head, more than a few times, and decides it’s perfectly suited to him. But he raises an eyebrow when he realizes it’s not a typical American name, it’s more so one he’d hear at home in Belgium. 

 

“You’re not from here” Robbe says, almost like he’s realizing as he speaks, and Sander nods, chuckling. 

 

“Neither are you” Sander counters, having obviously picked up on Robbe’s accent. 

 

Robbe furrows his brows. “I grew up in Belgium, in Antwerp” he explains, and Sander’s eyes get brighter.

 

“Kleine wereld, hé? Ik ben daar ook opgegroeid” Sander muses, smiling in delight, looking more beautiful than the sun

 

Robbe can’t help but smile, a wave of relief running through his bones at hearing his native language again, being able to respond in it. 

 

“Zeker weten. Het is fijn je te ontmoeten, Sander” Robbe says, his accent heavy in his own language. He’d only noticed Sanders accent now, and it’s clear by how it’s more faded that the blonde boy has lived here longer than Robbe has.

 

Sander shrugs with a bright, cheeky smile at the reponse. “Good to meet you too…” he trails off, still not knowing the brunette’s name 

 

“Robbe” Robbe inputs, shuffling his feet slightly. 

 

“Robbe? I like that” Sander muses, furrowing his eyebrows. “Anyway, Hiccup, I have a costest to enter in about 10 minutes, so I will see you around” he adds, nodding to the slightly shorter boy. 

 

Robbe swallows and nods back. 

 

Sander flashes a smile once more, before walking past Robbe, looking back him once more before retreating down the hallway, leaving Robbe breathless and unable to move

 

Chapter 2: And I’m Bustin’ Up My Brains For The Words

Summary:

Robbe finds himself chasing after Sander, and ends up entering a cosplay contest in the meanwhile

Notes:

I’m making a playlist for this fic, with a song that represents every chapter. This chapter’s song is Moonage Daydream by David Bowie (hence the title). Enjoy more Sobbe fluff and flirting.

Robbe had no fucking clue when he started sprinting down the convention center hallway, but as he looked down he could see his feet moving, like as if they had a mind of their own. 

 

After staying frozen in place when the blonde haired boy left, somewhere in between Robbe’s racing heart and his jumbled thoughts, he had started to move, quite frantically, apparently. 

 

Robbe's eyes searched his surroundings, looking for the aforementioned contest going on, examining every conference room for a type of sign. Then out of the corner of his eye, he sees it, and open conference room, much like the one where he just bailed from the panel, with a large stand next to it with a sign that reads :

 

Cosplay Contest 

2:00 PM 

Winner receives a cash prize 

 

Robbe knows he must be in the right place, so he steps inside, trying to catch his breath, having run probably much too fast for his recent lack of exercising. 

 

There’s a nice lady, smiling brightly at Robbe when he looks up. She sits at a long table, tilting her head at him as if waiting for him to speak. 

 

“Are you here to sign up? We take admissions up until the last minute” she speaks, tone encouraging, much like Robbe’s friends from back home in Belgium. 

 

Robbe nods, and takes the sign up sheet that this woman so graciously places in his reach. He grabs a pen from the side of the table, scribbling down his name, choice of cosplay, social media handle, and email. After filling it out he hands it back, capping the pen with a soft huff. 

 

The lady before him takes the sheet, looks over it, and puts it in a stack with others, before nodding. “Okay.. Robbe, take a seat, the judging starts soon” she states politely, taking a minute to scan for his name on the sheet beside her in the stack before speaking. 

 

Robbe gives a sheepish smile and finds a seat amongst the others. To his right, there’s a girl cosplaying Ramona Flowers, and to his left is a guy cosplaying Jon Snow, and Robbe must admit both contenders have very well thought through cosplays, almost near perfect. It makes a sense of dread well up in his stomach but he pushes it down. 

 

Robbe searches the whole room with his eyes for that white blonde hair, hoping he can spot him again. His body is practically vibrating to see Sander, to get a longer glimpse at the boy. Something about Sander made Robbe feel seen, and it also made his stomach flip in a way that the brunette haired boy had never really experienced before. 

 

Before Robbe can do any further searching, a middle aged man in a three piece suit, looking quite expensive takes the stage in front of all of them, tapping on his microphone to make sure he can be heard. 

 

“Welcome Competitors! We are so glad you all came to join us today. As you know this contest is something we do every year, and the winner gets a grand prize of $500, as well as a title of ‘best in cosplay’ for the year. Our esteemed judges rank on three main criteria. Resemblance, Detail, and Creativity” The man announces, voice booming amongst the crowd.

 

The judges come to take their seats at the panel table, waving to the audience members. Robbe only recognizes one of them, a woman whomst he’s followed on Instagram for a few years, a well known public figure in the community. The other two, he has no idea about. 

 

The announcer waits until the judges are seated to begin speaking again, bringing the microphone back up to his mouth, “You all know our judges, but I’d like to invite someone up here before we continue. Ladies and Gentleman, please welcome our reigning champ for the past 2 years!” He exclaims.

 

That’s when Robbe sees him, standing up from the back row of the crowd and casually walking up the small set of stairs to the stage. He stands beside the announcer, a nonchalant smile on his pretty pink lips.

 

It’s Sander, and Robbe’s heartbeat is once again pounding like fucking drum. It’s now that Robbe can see him in full, and he’s tall and fit. At least taller than Robbe, which if Robbe wasn’t lying, would say made his stomach stir in an embarrassingly pleasant way. 

 

The announcer passes the microphone to Sander, who takes it with a small laugh. “Hello, my name is Sander Driesen, long time Comic Con attendee and cosplay enthusiast. You may recognize me from my Instagram, starmander, where I share my cosplays and short films. It’s great to get to be here again this year, and I wish you all luck!” 

 

The way Sander is so stupidly charming when he speaks is frankly unbelievable. Robbe wants to kiss this man’s face off and he’s only just met him. What is wrong with me? Robbe thinks to himself. 

 

Sander waves to the audience and goes to sit back down, his lips turning up into a subtle smirk when he catches sight of Robbe, amongst the competitors. Sander can’t help but think to himself that the boy never wanted to complete, but he was here just to see him again. He would be right. 

 

Robbe stands up amongst the competitors and gets in line by the stage. Each contender takes a turn showing off their cosplay on the stage, and answering questions about how the cosplay was made, their creative vision, and why they chose that specific character. Robbe gets lost in his own thoughts about Sander that he doesn’t even notice when it’s his turn to go up. The announcer gently taps Robbe on the arm and Robbe snaps out of his haze, blushing like a schoolboy before walking onto the stage. 

 

He strikes a few poses with his props for the judges, spinning so that they can see the whole outfit, hoping it’s still holding up as well as it was when he first arrived today. 

 

A male judge speaks up from his seat behind the table. 

 

“Robbe, is it?” He asks, and Robbe nods shyly 

 

“How did you construct this outfit?” He continues and Robbe tries to focus on giving a thorough answer

 

“I went to my local fabric store, and picked out a few yards of fabrics, some leather pin pieces, and some faux fur. When I got home I used my styling mannequin to construct an outline, and then sewed the base of the outfit together. I then tried it on, put it back on the mannequin and cinched it in for the perfect fit. After that I added the leather appliqués

and fur pieces, making sure I had every detail as precise as possible” Robbe explains, probably a bit overly passionate, but hey, it’s his favorite hobby.

 

The judge nods, eyebrows rising as he writes something on his notepad. The female judge, the one that Robbe knows, speaks into her microphone to ask yet another question. 

 

“And the wig?” 

 

Robbe flushes, wishing he could say he made it himself, but he didn't. 

 

“I contacted a small business on Instagram and placed a custom order with the cut and color, but the styling was done by me when the piece arrived” the brunette boy answers, polite and a bit sheepish. 

 

She nods and smiles kindly before adding. “Thank you Robbe, if you could kindly take your seat now” 

 

And so Robbe does. He steps off the stage and his wandering feet take him to sit next to Sander, but he can’t bring himself to look at the boy, even though he can feel those ocean colored eyes burning a hole right through him. He can hear Sander’s chuckle as he turns back to face the judges, who seem to be deliberating. 

 

“You know, dragon boy, you’re lucky I didn't compete this time, cause you would’ve had no chance” Sander muses, eyes still on the stage as he directs his words at Robbe. 

 

Robbe furrows his eyebrows and looks over to Sander. “Oh so now we’re cocky?” Robbe teases, Sander’s playfulness bringing out more of Robbe’s true personality. 

 

Sander laughs, eyes glimmering in intrigue and amusement. “I never said I’m humble, sweetheart” Sander speaks, tone a bit sarcastic and the nickname has Robbe melting, his cheeks turning pink as he tries, and actively fails, to look composed. 

 

Then Sander leans back in his chair, bringing his lips closer to Robbe’s ear. “You know if you wanted my number so bad, you could’ve asked when you bumped into me” 

 

Robbe feels the thumping in his chest intensify in a way that makes him feel a bit lightheaded. “I’m not chasing you down or anything, don’t get a big head” Robbe’s words escape his lips before he can process or say something much more stupid. 

 

Sander shrugs, leaning back to his own personal bubble. “Okay, Robbe, whatever you say” his words calm, a slight sense of teasing underneath them, holding his hands up in mock surrender. 

 

Robbe sighs, he does in fact want Sander’s number, and maybe his full attention and maybe even his- 

 

Robbe is going to stop that train of thought right there before it gets wildly out of pocket. 

 

The announcer comes back to the stage, holding an envelope. 

 

“Attention contenders! The results are in. Sander, please come join us once again to reveal the winner” the man beams, a bit too overly enthusiastic for Robbe’s taste. Sander gets up from his seat and causally climbs the stage, taking the envelope and the microphone, putting in on the stand to tear the top, pulling out a gold card infront of his face. 

 

Robbe watches with intent as Sander speaks, a sly smile on his face as he reads out the results. “Cosplayers, your winner, and your ‘best in cosplay' at this year's Comic Con, is…” he trails off, knowing how to create suspense. 

 

“Robbe IJzermans as Hiccup Haddock” 

 

Robbe is shocked to say the least, blinking a few times without moving an inch. Sander gives him an ever so charming smile and puts the cue card under his arm to clap for him. 

 

Sander gestures for Robbe to come join them on stage and Robbe gets up, flushed from all the cheers and attention, going to stand upon the stage again. 

 

“Congrats, Robbe! Ladies and Gentleman, please join me in congratulating this year's winner!” The announcer speaks, handing Robbe an envelope with a check for the sum of money he won. Robbe can’t help but smile like a child in a candy store at the Pride in his own cosplay, and he takes the envelope, shaking the hand of the announcer and judges before getting off the stage, the room starting to clear out for another event in an hour or so. 

 

Robbe leaves the stage to see Sander grabbing his prop cane, humming to himself. It’s something Robbe can recognize, but it takes him a second. It’s Bowie, David Bowie, if Robbe is correct. 

 

“Moonage Daydream?” He quips from behind, watching as the blonde turns around raising an eyebrow. 

 

“What do you know about Bowie?” Sander asks, a side smile on his face 

 

Robbe shrugs, “enough to have recognized that” he admits, loving how pleased Sander seems to be at the information. 

 

Sander’s eyes flicker with intrigue and he grabs his things, turning to Robbe. “Congrats on taking my title this year, you make a hell of an impression” Sander says, quirking his head, in a way that feels quite flirty to Robbe. 

 

Robbe raises an eyebrow, a soft smile rising to his lips. “With the judges, or with you?” He taunts, biting his lip to keep from beaming at Sander’s happy chuckle.

 

“Both” Sander answers quickly, giving a small wink which once again almost makes Robbe’s knees weak. 

 

“Listen Haddock” Sander starts, “I gotta head out, got a lot to get done today, but don’t be a stranger okay?” 

 

Robbe feels a sense of disappointment in his chest but nods, still smiling softly. 

 

Sander reaches out to fix Robbe’s wig, making sure it’s perfect for him. “See you around, Robbe” 

 

His words are lower, softer, and his eyes search for Robbe's in a way that brings butterflies to Robbe’s stomach. 

 

“See you, Frost” Robbe quips, giving the boy a glance that probably reads way too much like yearning. 

 

Sander chuckles and steps away, making his way out of the conference room with a smile, and a wave to the shorter boy. 

 

Robbe sighs as Sander exits the room, his shoulders slumping as he wonders if he will ever get to see Sander again. 

 

He should’ve just asked for his fucking number, for God’s sake 

 

Why couldn’t I ask for his number? Robbe thinks.

 

And then it hits him, and he quickly fishes his phone out of his pocket, opening up Instagram, his head running with an idea as he types in the search bar. 

 

starmander

 

 

Notes:

I have no real cosplay knowledge so forgive me if anything is inaccurate. Hope you are enjoying this fic so far. Feel free to comment, give input or show support.

Also Sander is a canon Bowie superfan in this as well.

Chapter 3: Feel Like A Kid, I Double Tap (My Chest With My Fist)

Summary:

Short filler chapter where Robbe’s head is filled with nothing but Sander, and Sander seems to know that.

Notes:

This is just a filler chapter until I can write more. I work full time so it’s hard to keep a steady posting schedule. This chapter’s song is Sweet Tooth by Cavetown (hence the chapter title). Anyway, enjoy!

Robbe is quite literally 100% sure that his screen time has screenrocketed this past week just from how much time he’s spent on Instagram viewing Sander’s profile. He went through every picture and video dating back to Sander’s first post. 

 

And tonight he’s scrolling again upon seeing a story that Sander posted, a simple selfie with song lyrics that read "it's not really work, just the power to charm”, which Robbe has since found out is from yet another David Bowie song. Robbe is pretty sure that Bowie is Sander’s favorite artist, if the posted song lyrics and the memory of him humming Moonage Daydream are anything to go by. He pressed once again on Sander’s profile, going back further and further again until he gets to a photo of Sander he thinks he hasn’t seen yet.

 

 The boy’s hair is orange, like bright highlighter orange and it looks like some sort of colored hair spray because the white blonde is still peeking through in some spots. He has his tongue out and is posing with the sign of the horns, a classic rock and roll gesture. He scans over the boy’s face and quickly recognizes that he’s dressed up in full Ziggy Stardust apparel, right down to the exquisitely precise makeup on his face. Robbe wonders if he did it himself, and suddenly his phone slips, and he catches it, only to see a digital red heart appear on the screen.

 

Oh fuck. fuck fuck fuck. FUCK.

 

Robbe just liked a post from two years ago, the bright red heart underneath the photo lit up as if to taunt him. He rapidly presses the heart, causing it to go away, quickly taking back the like. But part of Robbe feels it’s too late. Sander definitely saw that. 

 

And as if on cue, and much to Robbe’s dismay, a message request pops up on the top of his screen. 

 

starmander: you like that one? I did the makeup myself ;) 

 

Robbe almost chokes on his own spit as he opens up the message thread, his heart racing at a damn near dangerous speed. Sander not only saw Robbe’s like, but replied, and with a fucking winky face at that. 

 

Robbe waits a second, trying to figure out what to say, but ultimately types back, 

 

‘It suits you’, pressing send before he can even question his own words.

 

The three typing bubbles pop up and a new message from the bleach blonde haired boy reveals itself. 

 

‘Well, Robbe, I’m quite flattered. Especially since you took the time to scroll that far back, so dedicated, really’

 

Robbe’s whole face goes red in embarrassment, and he's mortified at Sander’s teasing. Even more so when he realizes that no one else has ever had him this flustered over a stupid slip of the hand, something so small. 

 

Robbe bites his lip as he messages back, 

 

‘Had to know what you were about’ and pressed send, groaning at his own cringy way of attempting to doge the embarrassment and also attempt to flirt with Sander.

 

Sander is quick with his typing, his message coming through within a matter of seconds, 

 

‘You wanna know what I’m about? What are YOU about, Robbe?’ 

 

The flipped question makes Robbe’s stomach twist in a way he wasn’t familiar with. He messages back with a slight shake to his hand, cursing himself for letting a boy he met once get him so nervous. 

 

"Guess you’ll have to find out’ 

 

Robbe messages back, holding his breath as he waits for the taller boy’s answer.

 

‘You live far from Santee?’ The blonde replies 

 

Robbe ponders the question but answers relatively quickly. 

 

‘Like 20 minutes or so’ 

 

He sends back a new message from Sander popping up underneath his almost instantaneously. 

 

‘Want to come see what I’m about?’

 

Robbe’s breath hitches and his head floods with questions and concerns but his fingers type a response for him. 

 

‘When?’ 

 

Sander hearts the message, and Robbe sighs in relief, a sigh he didn't know he was even holding in. 

 

If Robbe wasn’t already in big trouble when it came to Sander, he certainly was now. 

 

 

 

 

 

Notes:

I don’t know jack shit about California so forgive me for my lack of knowledge, I’m researching as I go. First moments of flirting (EEEEEEEEKK). Once again, kudos and comments are appreciated <3.

Chapter 4: Announcement

Summary:

Just an announcement

Hey guys I just wanted to post to let you guys know that I am participating in the SKAM Reverse Bang writing event. Therefore, this fic will momentarily be on pause as I have two mini fics to write at the moment for this event. Please hold tight! I’ll be back as soon as possible and with a nice lengthy chapter! Thank you for the love so far!

Notes:

Hey guys, thanks for being patient! I’ll update as soon as I can :) thank you for all your love <3

Notes:

Translations of Flemish dialogue

Sander- Huh, Small World Isint it?

Robbe- It sure is, it’s good to meet you Sander

Please leave Kudos, comments, or any feedback <3