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Of course the 100-follower thing got banned. Gdi this app. I can't even appeal it cuz they right it's got adult-like gifs.
Hey, ya'll. Been a bit.
We're back. Gonna write a little bit, update old fics, and change some things up. Any requests?
EDIT: I'm definitely rewriting some of this shit this is so bad sis why did you guys actually read this crap.
FAQ
Who are you guys?
Well, we’re actually a couple. We live in California, in a city near Sacramento. We both share the love of cosplay, anime, reading, watching Disney and Marvel movies, watching YouTube, playing video games, listening to music, drawing, and cuddling. We are a very loving couple consisting of an 18-year-old bubbly ftm trans man and a 19-year-old strong-willed genderfluid gal. We write together in everything we post. Anything else you want to know about us, please just ask either on-anon or off, or message us; it doesn’t matter.
What fandoms do you write?
We try all kinds of fandoms, but more specifically we do:
Animal Crossing
Bendy and the Ink Machine
Bioshock (all games)
Creepypasta
DC Comics
Doctor Who
DRAMAtical Murder
Fullmetal Alchemist
Hetalia
Kill la Kill
Kingdom Hearts (all games)
Legend of Zelda (all games, don't be shy)
Marvel Comics and the MCU
Maze Runner
Miraculous Ladybug
Naruto
Quite a bit of Actors/Actresses
Shadowhunters, including both The Mortal Instruments and The Infernal Devices (and the TV show)
Soul Eater
Supernatural
Voltron: Legendary Defenders
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Do you always write NSFW, and to what extent?
Absolutely. Although, according to Tumblr's new way of doing things, it may be posted to somewhere else (we're still figuring that all out) or privately messaged to you. We'll do all kinds of smut, honestly. Rough, first-times, kinks, omegaverse, you name it! However, there are some limitations and things we won't write. (We're currently making that list now and posting it on another place for ease of access.)
You sat in the bleachers watching the boys practice volleyball like you always did. Well, if you were being honest, you only came to see your best friend, Hinata Shouyou, whom you'd been friends with for years, since primary school. You have had a "thing" for the ginger haired boy for quite a while–not like you were going to tell him anytime soon, though. From his place on the floor, he grinned over at you when you two met eyes. "Hey, [L/N]-chan!~ Glad to see you made it!" "I always do," you responded with a soft smile back. "Hey, I have to talk to you after practice, if that's okay?" "That's fine," you replied and pulled out your phone when he went back to practice. You felt your cheeks get hot and took a secret photo of him and posted it to snapchat. 'Cutie x100!' you tagged it, and you put your phone away. After practice was over at the usual 5:30pm, Hinata walked up to you as promised. He held out his hand with a smile, "Can I walk you home?" You flushed red, "Y-yes, of course!" He grabbed his volleyball bag and tightened his grip on your hand. He walked out of the gym with you, saying goodbye to his teammates on the way out. His touch now made your heartbeat race so fast you could feel it in your wrist. Hinata smiled over at you and immediately you looked away, flushing red, and holding your hand over your mouth. A concerned look spread across his face, "Hey, [L/N], are you okay?" He cupped your cheek in one hand and turned your head towards him. Your hand dropped from your red face and your eyes met his. "I like you a lot..," you muttered softly. His face switched from concern to complete joy. He grinned from ear-to-ear and pulled you into a small kiss. He let go and giggled at your wide eyes and shock. "Y-you kissed me!" "I did." "Hinata!!" You buried your face in his chest. "I like you too, [F/N]." He giggled.
Everything around you seemed unreal, as you sat with your legs pulled up to your chest and your head in between your knees. Your breathing was off. You took in deep breaths and let out small ones only to suck in breath again. Tears burned at your eyes as you heard your own mind screaming at you–failure, stupid, nothing, worthless–words and insults used from different parts of your life. Phrases people would still use today. You had lost track of time. You were shaking in your bed, sobbing and choking on your own tears. The light in your room flicked on and your head shot up to see an Irishman standing in the doorway. He was finished making his videos already? How long where you crying? What was going on? You began to hyperventilate as more questions came to your head with your mind still screaming at you. Seán froze up a bit; it had been a while since he had seen you like this. Slowly he made his way over to you and sat down, pulling you into his arms. You couldn’t move or talk, you sat there shaking as he held you. After a few moments he placed a kiss to your head and tears came from your eyes again. Almost immediately you gripped onto him as you cried against his chest. He held you close. Once you were done sobbing, you were down to mere hiccups and small whimpers. He pulled your chin up and kissed you softly. Seán then rested his head against yours and closed his eyes. He opened them again and you stared into loving blue eyes. The world was slowly coming back to you as he rubbed circles into your back, “Do ya wan’ to talk abou’ t'it?” “I… can’t explain it,” you mumbled, and he nodded. Hearing him talk made you feel a bit better. His fingers ran though your hair and you looked down at your hands and he pulled you into his lap and handed you his phone. You took it and began playing on it, with him watching you with his chin on your head. After a while you looked up at him, “Did I stop you from making a video..?” “Ya, but it’s okay.” “I’m sorry Seán…” “What?” He smiled, “Don’t be!” “Why…?” “Yer more important than my video! Besides, I couldn’t leave you in ‘ere cryin’. I’d be an awful boyfriend if I did that!” You smiled, “Thank you.” “No problem, (y/n). Now, you should move that block over there.” “Okay,” you smiled, and you spent the next few hours just playing on his phone with him holding you.
There were times when you were there for Mark, because even now he had problems; some days it would be about his dad, others days it was about Daniel. Mark would just start crying and you’d have to hold the pieces of him together because he needed you. You were quite different. You dealt with your depression and anxiety quietly, feeling that your problems weren’t as big as your boyfriend’s were. But, you were friends with Daniel, too, and losing him took as much of a toll on you as Matt, Ryan, and Mark. You felt the tears threatening your eyes. You tried to hold it in because right now, you were curled up with Mark watching Captain America. You bit hard into your lip, you felt the deep burning sensation. It was going to happen. So, you pushed yourself up and Mark looked at you. “Wait, (y/n), are you-” You cut him off, “Just, excuse me for a m-moment,” and made your way away from him. When you were out of his line of sight, you ran upstairs as fast and quietly as you could. Shutting the bedroom door behind you, you threw yourself on the bed you shared with your lover and grabbed your pillow. Burying your face into the pillow you began to sob; the weight of the world was too much for you. With your face stuffed with pillow you didn’t hear Mark walk in. He made his way over to your quivering, sobbing frame. The red-haired man sat down and pulled you into his lap. You couldn’t course yourself to look at him, but he took the pillow away slowly, causing you to watch the pilow, resulting in watching him. The worried look on his face killed you, but his strong arms wrapped around your middle. He mumbled your name and rubbed your back lovingly. This didn’t help your crying, however, and you gripped onto the red flannel and sobbed your problems into his shoulder, the whole time he listened and held you close to him until you calmed down. An hour or two had passed. “(Y/n), are you gonna be okay?” He questioned as you finished your crying. With a small hiccup you nodded and he kissed your head prior to your lips. Before you could really kiss back he pulled away and rested his head on yours, looking deep into your (e/c) eyes. “It’s going to be okay, (y/n), I promise,” he told you, and you knew it was true. Sure, you still got like that every so often but he was always there for you, like you were for him.
I love your Wanda Fic! All I can imagine is Wanda pacing and watching her timer while Pietro throws a bunch of pick up lines at her while laughing his ASS off. Great writing love!
“Are you sure you’ve got this down?”“Yes, Pietro, I’m sure.” Wanda walked back and fourth between the kitchen and the dining area quickly, her eyes glued to her watch. “Three days, Pie.”“I know. Now write this down. ‘Did it hurt?’”She looked up, “Wait, did what hurt?”“That’s the line. They’re supposed to say 'Did what hurt?’” Wanda nodded and looked at her timer again.“Okay, so.. 'did it hurt…’” She stopped looking at her watch and wrote it on one of the index cards Pietro had given her.Pietro continued, “'When you fell from Heaven?’”She took it down.“'Because–’”“Slow down.” She demanded as she finished the last part. “Okay, go.”“'Because you’re an angel.’”“Pietro, these are really dumb.”Pietro laughed, “But very effective.”“Whatever,” Wanda grinned, putting the card in her back pocket. She got up and began to pace again, looking at her timer.“Pie… I’m so nervous. What if they don’t like me?”“They’ll love you.”Wanda stopped and stood in front of him. “Are you sure..?”“One-hundred percent.” He hugged her tightly, and she hugged back.“Thank you.”“You’re welcome.”
You walked into the café you were so familiar with. You had worked there while in collage, and now you came here often to not only get coffee for your housemates, but to also hang out with Sadie, Skylar, and Siren, who were the owners of the café. Sadie and Skylar were the married couple, but Skylar didn’t really work in the café, but being Sadie’s fiancé he could just hang around the café all he wanted. He was really a photographer, but Sadie still liked him around the café. You walked up to the counter and pulled out your phone. Siren, pretty much the co-owner of the café, was leaned over, her large breasts peaking in slight out of her shirt. You flushed and put your phone on the counter. Siren smirked and took it, looking over the note in front mof her. “You’re still into girls, yeah?” She smirked as she swayed her hips, getting the different cup sizes listed on the note. You nodded, “W-well, yeah.” You tried to think of a good comeback question, but only came up with “Your countdown still at 3 years?” You banged your head on the counter and heard Siren chuckle. “Actually,” you heard her pour something into a few cups, “when I woke up it had changed to three months. I guess time can change.” “Huh?” You looked up quickly. “Your countdown can change?!” “Yeah!” She grinned. “Ah, shit.. I can’t wait to meet him or her. I hope they’re lovely. And, God, they better love Deadmau5.” “Yeah, yeah,” you laughed. “You and your music. I’m sure they will, they are your soulmate after all.” Siren nodded and put two cups in front of you, then a holder next to them, and then went back to make the other drinks. “So, what about you?” She asked, pouring coffee into one of the cups. “What’s your timer at?” You sighed, looking down at your arm. “Six years, two months, and nineteen days…” “Well, I’ll certainly be here until then,” she grinned. “As your best friend, it’s only natural for me to do so.” “Even when you find your soulmate?” “Even when I find ‘em.” You grinned and watched Siren make the rest of the drinks, and you took your phone back and paid for them. You then walked out and got a cab back to the Avengers tower. “Hey, Friday? You wanna open the door?” “Of course, Ms. (l/n). Welcome home.” You smiled and stepped into the door of the lobby, then into the elevator that took you all the way up to the top of the tower. You stepped off and walked to the long meeting table, setting the drinks down on it. “I’ve got drinks!” You picked up your coffee with a smile and sipped at it a bit. You turned around and took one step forward, which is when your timer began to beep like crazy. In a panic you tried to run forward, to reach out for something, or someone, but you only managed to bump into someone, your coffee getting into the middle of you and the person in front of you. Your timer silenced itself, and you blinked a few times. “…Holy shit,” you made out as your vision cleared. In front of you was a girl–no, a woman standing, with coffee all over the ends of her reddish hair and the black dress she had on. You stepped back and looked at her, your eyes meeting. You quickly looked down at your timer, which no longer held your six year Countdown, just a name;
Wanda Maximoff.
You were flabbergasted. You looked up at her again. “W-Wanda Maximoff…” “Well, that is my name.” Her accent was so mesmerizing, you assumed it was Russian. For a moment, you just stared at her. Fuck, she was beautiful. Scratch that–astounding. Breathtakingly astounding. Everyone else in the room was wide-eyed, and then Tony grinned. “Well, (y/n), you finally found your soulmate.” “That she did,” said Wanda. “And I found mine. I was watching that timer count down until it had a minute left.” She chuckled. “(Y/n) (l/n). It has a nice ring to it.” You watched her pull a card out of her pocket. “My brother told me to say this,” she admitted, looking at the card. She cleared her throat, “I can’t wait to see some bedroom dynamic.” Your whole face turned as red as a tomato, you couldn’t believe she had said that when you had only known each other for two minutes. You fumbled over words, for there were none you could form together. Well, none except for: “I don’t have a card for this.” A few of the Avengers laughed, and you seemed to flush deeper. You watched as she put the card back in her pocket with a grin. “What do you say to talking in my new room? I’m a new Avenger.” You nodded and followed her up to her room. “Congratulations.. I’m not really an Avenger, I just kind of hang around here..” “Really? Why?” You stared at her for a moment, completely at a loss for words. You were still trying to process all this. You were so scared that you’d wake up from a dream at this point. “(Y/n)..?” She looked worried, and you just looked up at her and your hands met her dress and gripped on tightly. You pulled Wanda close and cried on her. “(Y/n)! What’s wrong?” Her arms wrapped around you and you shook under her fingertips. You messed with the back of her jacket with your own fingertips and you could smell her perfume and conditioner. She smelled like peaches and cream. You nuzzled into Wanda’s should as you calmed down. “I’m sorry,” you tried to let go but she held you. “No, don’t be. Just.. stay here with me.” She dropped slowly to the floor and you cuddled up against her, feeling the coffee stain, as she leaned on the wall. “I love you, (y/n),” she whispered in your ear, causing you to blush. You sniffled and held her hands in your own. “I love you too, Wanda… I’m glad you’re my soulmate. I’m so happy we met today. I love you so mu–” You were caught off guard by Wanda, who pulled your head to the side and kissed you. She tasted like vanilla, and you wanted more. You kissed back, gripping onto her as you flipped around and sat on her lap. She let go and flushed red. “Sex later..~” She hissed into your ear. You nodded and laid on her. You fell asleep on her.
You sat next to the Russian beauty, holding her as she shook. The ride home, seeing her like this, it was terrible. You looked over at her brother, you couldn't tell if he was dead or alive, what an idiot and how dare he do this to her. You examined the woman holding Pietro and shook your head. Wanda couldn't hold back her tears and cried herself to sleep. You had tucked her into your bed and slept on the floor, you didn't sleep at all, you only planed for the next day. You woke up the lovely girl with breakfast in bed. She slowly ate, even if she didn't feel hungry. You gave her a loving smile and she tried to to cry again. Once she finished eating, you let her borrow some of your clothes. You both had almost the same size, even if the clothes weren't exactly her style, she still liked them. Once she was dressed, you brought her around town to a nearby cafe that you liked. When that didn't work, you brought her to your special place. You went there when things got too rough at the house. She couldn't help but smile, glad you showed her the quiet spot. You picked her up and jumped to the top of the Ferris wheel. You let her in one of the baskets and you two watched the sun go down, your arm wrapped around her shoulders.
"Come on," you whimpered and pressed kisses to the back of his neck. "Booker, stay with me, don't go to Columbia. We'll pay them back somehow." He sighed, "Listen, hun, I have to go." "No you don't," you protested and sat on his lap. He took you off his lap and stood up. You gave a frustrated sigh and got in front of him, glaring at him. "Booker DeWitt, don't you dare leave me!" He placed a kiss to your temple, "I gotta, doll. No choice." "You do have a choice, and it's to stay here and make love to me, or just..leave..." Though the thought of making love to you excited him. He smirked and bent down to kiss you, then he picked you up and held you by your legs that wrapped around his waist. He kissed you again and walked to the sofa, where he set you down, and pulled away, "I'll be back sooner then you know it, (y/n)." "Promise...?" "I swear by it." "I love you, Mr. DeWitt." "And I love you more, (y/n)."
Living with Mark could definitely take some getting used too. He lived in a big house, had two room mates, and always seemed to be working. You didn't mind–you worked too, and when he was busy, you were free and you got to play with Chica, his puppy. One other thing was that he always called you his "princess." Not that it bothered you, but it always happened when you least expected it. Like this morning. You were eating cereal standing up by the counter and he hugged you from behind, whispering in your ear, "Good morning, princess." It scared the crap out of you and you almost got your cereal everywhere. And this had been going on for a while. That night when he joined you in bed, you cuddled into him he said, "Good night, princess." You then said, "Goodnight, my prince." He laughed and kissed the side of your head, and you two joked until two in the morning before passing out next to each other, content with each other's royal nicknames.
You were a little prankster. You absolutely loved to scare your friends, family, and especially your boyfriend, Jack. You were smirking as you snuck into his "work room." You tried not to laugh as you walked up behind him, glad he was editing so he couldn't see or hear you. Then, you grabbed his sides and he screamed and turned around. You were laughing hysterically, snorting a bit even. Once he noticed it was you he started laughing as well, "God damnit, (y/n)! Holy fuckin' 'ell!" You had to sit down because you were laughing so hard. He rolled his eyes, "You owe me a kiss, damnit. Come 'ere!" He kissed you, but you were still laughing.
You couldn’t help but laugh. Seb could be such a puppy at times. He pouted and reached his hand out in need. “Please?” He whined. You pretend to think for a while, a large grin planted on your lips, “Hmm.., nope!” “Come on (y/n)!” “Hmm, I dunno.” “Please?” He whined again, crawling a little towards you. You smirked, “Give me a kiss and I’ll think about it, Sebby..~” He playfully rolled his eyes and kissed you as you held the object behind your back. Sebastian pulled away, “Can I have it now please?” “Hmm, nope! You’ll have to come and get it,” you said and took off running. He laughed and chased you down.
Wanda sighed; she didn’t like waking up to you not there next to her. You helped keep her bed warm and her company. She rolled out of bed and got ready for the day. After that, she ate breakfast with the rest of the team. She then went into her room and decided to watch TV, as there wasn’t much else to do. “One more day,” the Russian beauty spoke to herself. You smiled and quietly snuck up behind her. You wrapped your arms around her middle and smirked at her jump, “No more waiting, Моя милая принцесса (my sweet princess). I’m here now.“ She grinned and pulled you to her on the couch, cuddling you lovingly. "I missed you so much.” “I missed you too much,” you responded, kissing her head. “That mission was awful without you.” “I can guess,” she smirked. “I’m glad you’re home. Now I can actually get sleep..” “I can second that,” you nuzzled her and fell asleep against her shoulder.
Steve never like Tony’s party’s for a few reasons. One of them was you, everyone loved you. You were his…his jealousy. You talked with a group of people, one of them being his and your good friend Red. She had noticed Steve’s states and whispered something to Bucky before walking over to Steve, “So, you either like looking, or you don’t know what to do.” “That obvious?” “So, you’re jealous?” He sighed, embarrassed, but nodded. She laughed, “Just go over there and take a stance. She’s your girl.” “You’re right,” he said. “I always am,” she grinned. He chuckled. “While you’re there send Bucky over, pretty please?” “Sure thing.” Steve walked over to Bucky and did as Red asked before moving through the large crowd of people trying to get to you. “Excuse me,” he said as he moved through the bodies until he got to you. You were laughing really hard and happy to see Steve. You practically jumped out of your seat to hug him. Steve took charge and kissed you in front of everyone. This wasn’t like Steve but you liked it and kissed back. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders. He pulled his lips away from you’re to mutter to you, and only you in the sweetest voice imaginable, “You’re mine, and I love you.”
You thought you were alone. You grinned and brushed out your wet hair. You had just gotten out of the shower and were getting ready for the day ahead. “Hey Jarvis? Play my ‘Alone’ playlist!” “Of course.” Your guilty pleasure… Taylor Swift. You danced around the bathroom in your robe, singing into your brush and giggling. You heard a familiar laugh from the doorway. You froze and turned to see your Russian boyfriend standing in the doorway of the bathroom. The red that covered your face would have put a tomato to shame. “J-Jarvis, stop the music,” you stuttered. “Certainly.” “Pie,” you looked at Pietro up and down. “H-how long have you, uhm, been there?” “Long enough, моя любовь (my love).” You couldn’t believe it, you were so embarrassed. “It was cute,” he whispered in your ear, his accent tickling your senses. You shivered. ‘Damn him and his speed,’ you thought as he wrapped his arms around you, and kissed you lovingly. “I still love you,” he said, kissing your neck. “I love y-you, too; that was just my secret, Pie..” "Well, as your boyfriend, I deserve to know secrets.” “Yeah, I guess..” He nuzzled you and then sat on the side of the tub while you got ready.
You heard Wanda scream out in the distance and you had a terrible feeling deep in the pit of your stomach. You ran out and saw Pietro laying on the ground cover in bullet wounds and blood. Tears filled your (e/c) eyes. Your shoulders shook hard. This couldn’t be happening. Among the few powers you had,you knew you could go back in time. You jumped back just a minute, you saw the look in Pietro’s eyes and you ran to the closest car and kicked it in the way of Clint and the kid before Pietro even began running. He stared down at you. Your hand met with his cheek and you glared, tears streaming down your cheek, “How dare you think about dying when I need you the most, you asshat!” He placed a hand to the side of your cheek, staring into your eyes, “(Y/n)…” “Don’t (y/n) me, Pietro. I’m so–so livid!” He kissed you. You kissed back then pulled away from him, “Never do that again, you idiot!” “I promise, I won’t.”