#anon reqs

will u believe me if i told u i literally tweeted this

HERE U GO ANON !! like ur brain >>> u must be celebrated

Video for reference cause I feel like Simon would fuck me like this especially the last position.....Im so sorry if this was too much

First things first, no apologies needed! I actually really appreciate the reference!! /gen But also, YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT HE WOULD! Can't tell me mans wouldn't fuck you like it's his last day, especially if he hasn't seen you in a bit. Enjoy!~

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It felt like eons since you had last had a chance to be with Ghost. Being a part of TF141 certainly kept him more busy than before. It wasn't that you weren't thankful that business was booming, but...you missed your Simon.

SHUT UP MY TWO WORLDS COLLIDING

I've never written etoiles before so I hope this is okay :)

Tubbo adored the adrenaline. The clang of metal against metal. His pulse jumped in his throat as he and Etoiles sparred. Spilling each other's blood felt useful. Training kept them both sharp, ready for the battlefield while also allowing them to get out their pent up energy. 

They patched each other up after their fights. 

There was a strange sense of intimacy in that. About leaning over Etoiles and patching up the very cut that he had given the man less than an hour prior. 

“Merci,” the man said and Tubbo looked up to meet his playful gaze. 

“Yeah, of course, king. I feel bad for cutting you so deeply.” 

“Non, non. It's uh good. Helps me strengthen my défense,” Étoiles insisted. 

Tubbo was skeptical but he just nodded along. “Whatever you say, bro.” 

He turned his attention back to the task at hand. The warmth under his hand, the drops of blood smeared on green skin. 

“It looks worse than it is, I think,” Tubbo said as he wound the white bandage over Étoiles’ arm. 

“Whatever you say, my bro,” Etoiles shot back, mocking and mimicking Tubbo's statement from earlier. 

“Oh you wanna be that way? Fine bandage yourself up on your own next time, asshole.” But Tubbo made no movement to leave and Etoiles knew it all too well. 

“I will.” 

Tubbo rolled his eyes, finished wrapping the bandage and patted him on his non-injured arm. “Good as new.” 

“Merci.” 

only if you’re up for it ofc 🫶🏻

I'm glad that the cheol dad agenda never dies. thank you so so much for requesting this! I loved writing it so much so I hope you like it just as much

Thank you so much for sending in a request! I hope you're doing well, I enjoyed writing this little fic(the storm really helped set the mood for my writing lol) <33

I apologize anon for the lateness, but I swear my brain entirely blanked on who this might be until I remembered that the My Little Pony naming system existed. (yes I am still taking requests! My inbox after I post this will be very empty, lol. Please fill it up with requests I want to do more things for pride month!)

These will have both the Equestria girls and regular pony version!

Square Crops:

Circle Crops:

Exactly on Thursday night, at 00.12 AM, right when Sander walked in into their room at the flat, he said, “I need to go back to the hospital”. Shocked would be an understatement that time, but before Robbe could said anything, Sander explained that it was just him and him only; no other reasons or someone involved with his decision. After a lot of tears, hug and few discussions later for three days straight, Sander is finally admitted to the place where he used to be treated years ago. And now, Robbe is standing right in front of the his boyfriend’s hospital room—taking a very deep breath, before entering. As usual, he’s bringing new clothes, lunch box, snacks and a new sketchbook. Four days turning into thirteen, thirteen turning into twenty five, and twenty five is turning into thirty seven days. Time flies so fast and there isn’t a single day where Robbe not visiting Sander and being with him until the visiting hour is done.

“Hi, Mr Driesen.”

The first time Robbe visited the day after his boyfriend had admitted himself, Robbe had imposed his personality upon the room already. Some random sketches were scattered all around the floor; both the finished and the unfinished one—when Robbe was asking there wasn’t a single sketch of himself or them both on the those papers, Sander ruffled his hair and said “do you think I would just let your handsome face got wasted on this cold hard concrete? They are all on my sketchbooks and files, dummy!”—then, his usual leather jacket on the bed just lying absentmindedly, a poster of Bowie on the wall in front of him and a frame of their holiday pic in Sweden few years ago on the desk beside his bed. Robbe remembered a stupid accident during that trip, but it was for another story.

Sander’s immediate reaction when he sees Robbe walking towards him is always the same; a radiant smile that could light up the whole room. His hair is brunette now and cut short. Although Robbe misses Sander’s platinum blond hair very much but seeing him with his natural hair color like this, is also pleasing. Sander leans in and kisses Robbe’s entire face first before the lips. For the past two weeks, he always does that and not giving a reason why—but Robbe doesn’t mind that at all.

“Did you bring my sketchbook?”

Instead of answering to his boyfriend’s question, Robbe gives him a playful grin instead and says, “sketchbook or McDonalds fries first?”

“Both!” Sander replies automatically.

Robbe shakes his head, “sometimes you really gotta choose. Now, choose or I won’t give them all to you.”

“You could be very infuriating, Robin.”

“I know. Same goes to you. So? Which one is it?”

Sander sighs. Though his hands are itchy to draw something, but the grumbling sound of his stomach matters more.

“Alright. The fries, then.”

Robbe lets an adorable giggle as he lets himself sitting on the bed. His boyfriend is looking at him while Robbe’s busy taking out the fries and ketchup from his backpack.

“What?”

Sander shakes his head while lifting one hand to caresses Robbe’s cheek. The thing he usually does when he’s just... feeling grateful whenever the love of his life still here—supporting him, caring for him, loving him as he is. No matter how he could be such a pain the ass sometimes. Last month was his 26th birthday and the fact that it was just them two celebrating, at their own flat, was one of the most wonderful moment that could ever happened in his life. There are so many things he wants to say, but even when he tries to speak, only one phrase is coming out from his mouth.

“Ik zie u graag.”

Robbe turns his head slightly until his lips touches Sander’s palm and kisses it, “I love you too. But can we eat now? I’m kinda hungry.”

“You’re ruining the mood, Mr IJzermans.” Sander laughs but not rejecting Robbe’s hand which offering him three pieces of the fries. He suddenly remembers that it’s been almost a year since Sander had McDonalds fries. It still tastes heavenly, though.

After that, they decide to play Monopoli and Uno. Sander is terrible at Uno while Robbe is absolutely horrible at Monopoli—somehow he always ends up either in jail or losing too much money due to rent and taxes. The most favorite thing they love to do is lying on the bed, while Sander is hugging Robbe and letting him plays with his hair until he’s falling asleep; but sometimes they’re switching roles for it. It’s nearly 6 PM, which means Robbe has to go before the nurse comes in and tells him to—which is just as sucks as he forcing himself to get himself up from bed and leaving his boyfriend all alone again.

“You’re doing great,” Robbe kisses Sander’s lips before saying goodbye. “And I’m incredibly proud of you. I don’t know when will you be coming home but it doesn’t matter, because I would still coming back here everyday. You know that, right?”

“I know.” Sander smiles. His green eyes always darkened everytime he’s feeling sad or guilty.

“What would you like me to bring tomorrow?”

Instead of answering, Sander gently pulls Robbe closer and holds him tight. He buries his face in Robbe’s neck and inhales the scents on his body and clothes. And whenever Robbe is holding himself tighter, his heart always soars. There’s one thing Sander has been keeping secret from his boyfriend for these last three days; today is actually his last day being here and tomorrow, it’s gonna be him to bring himself to Robbe. Of course Sander can’t tell him yet, so he says, between his usual smirks.