ive decided to take drawing requests because I need something to take my motivation cause I have too much of it sometimes, anyway I might make this a pinned post and stuff about me n.n!
I’m fine with ALMOST any request as long as it’s in my fandom list (though most of it IS just Roblox)
Fandoms:
-This means it’s good and I know enough to be a ok with writing-
-It’s either not released or I don’t know enough about or there’s some situation happening with the game-
-I genuinely no longer like writing it or i don’t feel comfortable-
(Strictly these please! I can take fandom recommendations but please stick to these if you want a ship or a character x, also if get a character from a fandom I’m not in or some fandom I don’t recognize the. I won’t do the request sorry!😞)
Dandy’s world
Forsaken (limited due to im no longer playing the game as much as I used to, I’ll still write for it though)
Die of death
Phighting (I don’t know the lore good enough, buuut ILL TRY MY BEST! please do correct me if I get something wrong!)
Grace (i am still writing for this simce I love Grace even if I don’t play it as much as I used to due to its drama 💔)
Please request I’m so lonely
WILL DRAW/WRITE:
X yn art
Character x character art
Platonic
Romantic
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WONT DRAW/WRITE:
NSFW
Kid x any
Proshipping that includes dark shipping or non con
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You can skip this if you want it’s just stuff abt me:
She/they
Minor
Loves playing Phighting! and die of death
I have a cat
Drawing is a hobby of mine though I’m trying to get better at drawing
Summary: There has to be a way to determine who the second strongest member of the team is!
Warnings: Just some smooching
Word Count: 2650
A/N: 💪
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Chris was so full of himself. He started talking about how strong he was, with no prompting from anyone, and the conversation turned to who the second strongest person on the team was.
“I mean, it’s so obvious.” You started with a nod.
Adrian nodded along with you and you had to repress a smirk, he was so gullible sometimes, it was very cute.
“Me!” You both said at the same time.
You were just fucking with him of course. There really wasn’t any doubt to who the second strongest was, but you liked to mess with him and no one ever stopped you.
He whipped his head towards you with a surprised look on his face, eyes all wide behind those glasses and mouth agape. “There’s no way you’re the second strongest!”
You narrowed your eyes at him, “why not? Because I’m a woman?”
Everyone, even Harcourt, “ooh”ed and started to fluster the poor crime fighter.
“Wow! Way to be sexist, Vig.” Chris tsked and shook his head at him.
“What! No! That’s not! I mean! Just, just look at our arms! Mine are way bigger than yours!”
He quickly tore off his sweater and pushed up his right sleeve, a sight you very much appreciated, and flexed. His muscles were beautifully sculpted, chiseled like a Greek god, and so so fucking huge. You had to repress a sigh as your eyes raked down his arms.
Thankfully, he didn’t notice the lusty admiration in your eyes, too concerned with proving himself the second strongest of the group. “See! Your arms are so tiny compared to mine!”
It was true (so fucking true) but you gasped dramatically anyways. “What?! How dare you!” You pushed up your sleeve and flexed too. Sure being a field agent put some muscle on you, but naturally you weren’t nearly as big as he was.
You scooted closer to him and held your arm close to his to compare muscles. A few snickers and scoffs from the others almost made you drop your ruse but you forced the growing grin on your face into a determined scowl. “See, mine are real muscles. Yours are just vanity muscles!”
It was his turn to gasp, though he wasn’t faking it, and he thrust a finger in your face. “That’s not true and you know it!”
You leaned away from his hand and shrugged as you rolled your sleeve back down. “Ok, sure. Whatever you say, Adrian.” You added a very obvious eye roll and raised your brows on the words that you emphasized, hoping for once the sarcasm didn’t go over his head.
He actually caught on, “that was sarcasm, wasn’t it?”
“It was! Good job recognizing it!”
His frustration was momentarily forgotten and he gave you one of his dazzling smiles that had you enamored from the moment you first saw it. “Thanks!”
“Anyways,” you grabbed your phone and quickly shot off a text to Leota that simply read: arm wrestle.
“What? No! Not anyways! Let’s fight! Then we’ll see that I’m really the second strongest!”
Getting into a fight with fucking Vigilante of all people was the last thing you wanted. Hell, you’d rather fight Peacemaker. At least you could count on Peacemaker to actually hold back more than Vigilante would.
You chuckled and clasped a hand on his shoulder, “Vig, I don’t wanna hurt you.”
“What?! No! I don’t want to hurt you!”
“Aww, that’s sweet, Vig, thanks!”
“Nonono! How did you do that?”
“Do what?”
He pointed at you again as he leaned down with his other hand on his hip. “Make me say something I didn’t mean!”
You let out another over dramatized gasp, “you do want to hurt me?!”
“No!” He growled and ran his hands through his hair and down his face. “You're doing it again! Stop it!”
His cute little whine made you take pity on him. “I’m just joking, Adrian.” You gave him a soft apologetic smile and waved your hand, “I know you don’t want to hurt me. You just want to prove that you're the second strongest.”
“Yes! Exactly!”
Leota saw her opportunity and cleared her throat. “Ok, a real fight is too much, we don’t want either of you to accidently hurt each other. So, why don’t you just arm wrestle?”
“Yea! Let’s do that! Let’s arm wrestle!”
You gave Leota a subtle nod in thanks and resisted the urge to keep messing with Adrian. “Hmm, alright, sure, let’s arm wrestle.”
He quickly started clearing one of the desks, which you let him do alone as you were putting on a little performance of stretching your arms. When he was done clearing the desk and leaned over one side, elbow planted in the middle of the flat top, you blinked at him. “You don’t want to stretch first?”
“Nope!” He had a cocky little grin on his face. “Don’t need to. But you take all the time you need.”
“Your loss.” You shrugged and sauntered to the other side of the desk. “I’ll count us down from three, we go on ‘go’.”
“Ok.” He nodded, lips pursed together and brows furrowed in concentration. “Let’s do this!”
You wiggled your fingers before clasping his hand. It was absolutely ridiculous how much his hand dwarfed yours. Un-fucking-real. His hand was warm and just the slightest bit rough. While his Vigilante gloves likely protected his hands from calluses from handling weapons, his job at Fennel Fields probably wasn’t the gentlest on his skin. Still, even in the few seconds you touched, you decided that holding Adrian’s hand would be a much more enjoyable experience if he wasn’t looking at you like you took his last killing blow.
“Alright. 3. 2. 1. Go!”
The second you said “go” you leaned forward and crashed your lips to his. Adrian was so shocked that he froze, which you took full advantage of by slamming his hand to the desk.
“I win!” You declared victory, fists in the air.
Adrian snapped out of it the moment his hand hit the desk. “What!? That’s cheating!” He yelled over your victory declaration.
His face was all red and scrunched up and though his eyes were narrowed, you could see that his pupils were dilated enough to hide the soft green of his irises. You couldn’t tell whether it was because he was angry or because you kissed him
You slowly spun around and raised your arms as you addressed the others. “Judges?”
“I don’t know,” Economos started, a smile playing at his lips. “It all happened so fast, all I saw was Adrian losing.”
“What!?” Adrian protested John’s assessment, then whined aloud when a chorus of agreements from everyone else followed.
“Well, I guess it’s official. I am the second strongest member of the team!” You beamed with a smug grin on your face as you looked directly at Adrian.
“No! You cheated!” He insisted one more time.
Chris took no pity on him. “Vig, c’mon. Don’t be a sore loser.”
“But!” He turned to Chris, frustrated tears lining his eyes and magnified by his glasses.
“Alright. Enough.” It was Harcourt who put an end to the inane argument. “Let's just get started.”
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Adrian was pouting throughout the entire meeting. He kept shooting glances your way but every time you looked at him he quickly looked away and pretended to be interested in the presentation. You knew wasn't, he never paid attention to these things. Not until it got the part of what or who he had to kill. It wasn’t at that part yet.
Finally when Harcourt started handing out roles, she called your name. “Since you’re now the second strongest member of the team-”
“Seriously?!” Adrian yelled and threw his arms up.
You snickered, like everyone else who knew Harcourt was just messing with Adrian.
“While Peacemaker and Vigilante create a distraction, you and I will split up. I’ll get the archives and you set charges in the server room.”
She gave a few more details before dismissing everyone to start preparing for the mission.
“Dude, you’re a grown man, stop pouting.” Chris scoffed at him as they packed their weapons.
“But she cheated!” Adrian whined as he checked his knives.
“No shit. She probably just wanted an excuse to kiss you.”
Adrian’s head snapped up, “wait, what? Really?”
Chris shrugged, “she’s always flirting with you.”
“She is?”
“Yea, dude. It’s pretty obvious.”
“It is?”
Chris shook his head and decided to change the subject to something he was more interested in. For once, Adrian barely paid any attention to what Chris had to say.
Usually when you messed with Adrian, he barely noticed. It was still worth a laugh and the bonus of seeing Adrian's adorable confused face. Before today, the worst you’d done was convince him that the full moon was blue, which is where the saying came from. He showed up at HQ the next day ranting to the others about how cool the moon looked when it was blue.
He pouted for a few minutes after Leota couldn’t take it anymore and explained that the moon didn’t really turn blue. But he pretty much forgot he was upset instantly when Chris said something asinine.
Maybe your little arm wrestling prank was where the line was. Either way, you wanted to clear the air with him before the mission tonight, and judging by the way Adrian got up and went upstairs as you walked in with lunch for everyone (from his favorite burger place too!) he was still upset at being ousted as the teams #2.
After you set everything down and the others started helping themselves, you went upstairs after him. You were pretty sure you had the perfect way to make things right with him again.
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Even though it might’ve looked to everyone else that he was sulking on the couch, he wasn’t, not really. He’d pretty much forgotten about being upset about losing the arm wrestling match (even though you cheated!). Now he was more focused on figuring out what your flirting with him meant!
Obviously it meant that you were attracted to him (of course you were! He was a total chick magnet!), but did you just want to hook up with him? He’d totally be down for that. But what if you wanted more? He realized he’d totally be down for that too. Because not only were you very attractive and totally a badass agent, and nice to him, you were also just so much fun to hang out with. He had just as much fun hanging out with you as he did Chris, maybe even more! Sometimes he worried about whether what did was cool enough for Chris, worried that Chris would call him lame. But he never had to worry about that with you. You were always smiling at him and encouraging him and agreeing with his ideas and telling him how awesome he was…
Oh.
Maybe that was because you liked him.
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“Hey, Vig!” You snapped him out of his thoughts, slightly worried when he looked up at you and his face started going red again. Hopefully he wouldn’t surprise attack you.
“So, I have this friend that works R&D back at ARGUS and he sent me some prototypes to test out. And I was wondering if you wanted to go test them out with me before the mission tonight?”
Adrian jumped up, a huge grin on his face. “Oh hell yea!” He loved testing out prototypes! “Right now?”
And just like that Adrian forgot about his worries. Things always tended to get more exciting whenever you were around!
“Well, how about after lunch? I got burgers.”
“Sweet!”
“Can we bring these on the mission tonight?” Adrian asked, pulling the cutest puppy dog eyes while pointing at the specialized ammo the two of you had been “testing”.
“Sure,” you shrugged. “Just tell me how it goes if you use it so I can report back to R&D.”
“Cool!” He smiled as he inspected the ammo again. “Wait...You don’t want to use these tonight?”
“Nah, I won’t be fighting much. I’ve gotta blow up the server room, remember?”
“Oh. Yea, right.” He didn’t remember, if he even knew in the place.
“Hey,” he looked at you again, “why did you want to test out the weapons today if you knew you wouldn’t be able to use them tonight?”
“Oh you know,” you tried to act nonchalant. “I just wanted to apologize for messing with you, with the whole cheating during our arm wrestling match. So uh, sorry…”
You had pretended to be too busy packing up the prototypes to avoid looking at him while you apologized, but you only had so much ammo to put away and eventually the silence got to you and you had to look at him.
Now that you weren’t caught up in trying to look busy, you realized he was a lot closer than you thought. In fact, his arm brushing against yours made you turn fully so that you now stood face to face with him. You really couldn’t place the look in his eyes, it was a look you’d never seen before. All you knew was that he wasn’t smiling, and it was because of you.
“Why’d you do it?”
Was it your imagination or did he just move closer?
“I uhm…” How do you say “I thought it would be funny” without it sounding mean?
“Chris said it was because you wanted an excuse to kiss me.”
“Uhm.”
For once, Chris wasn’t wrong.
“Because you know,” the way his voice dropped as he spoke, with just the slightest bit of fray, demanded your attention. “If you wanted to kiss me, you don’t need an excuse.”
Hearing him say that made your stomach flip and sent your already racing heart into overdrive. “Uhm, really?” You asked, suddenly unsure of yourself now that he was so close.
He was leaning down just enough that his curly bangs tickled your forehead, his nose almost touching yours as he stared into your eyes with a dopey lopsided grin. “Yea, really.”
Your eyes flickered down to his lips, were they always so pink and did they always look so soft and inviting?
His glasses softly hitting your face, cold against the blush heating your skin, made you return your eyes to his. “So, do you?”
“Uhm, do…I?”
Adrian Chase was doing a number on your vocabulary. You really had to get control of yourself.
He let out a quiet chuckle, the puff of warm air from his breath making your heart, and stomach, and your whole body flutter again.
“Do you want to kiss me?”
You bit down on your lip, choking down a whimper, as his nose bumped against yours, his lips almost touching yours.
“Yes.” You whispered, unable to muster the strength for anything more forceful.
“Then do it.”
Like before, you surged forward, lips crashing against his, your hands gripping his sweater to pull him flush against your body. This was no quick, fleeting, kiss like before. This was a kiss fueled by months of pining, the both of you eager to feel the other in every possible way.
You felt your phone start to vibrate in your back pocket, the alarm you set to make sure you and Adrian got back in time telling you to stop. You pulled away from him just enough to mutter out a few choice words.
“Fuck, we have to get back for the mission.”
“Do we really?” He trailed his kisses down your jaw as he spoke.
“Yea, we do.” It was only a mission that could lead to one step closer to saving the world.
His mouth captured yours again as he muttered a simple response against your lips. “Ok.”
hey I really love the new theme :) (*says this while physically trembling because he’s thinking about ideas they’re never gonna write/request for a blorbo*)
thanks! (who is your blorbo? i can try and write something for them! :) )
no, i know, drawing is a skill, and i i could learn if i put the time and effort into developing it. fine, then. i draw poorly and i lack the time and motivation to learn how to draw better.
my lack of drawing skill has never been a problem until tumblr. suddenly i was faced with the decision of uploading a profile picture.
op, surely you’ve had an online account before, i hear you say.
yes, dear reader, i have in fact made online accounts before. however, this is the first account i’ve made that is not associated with my actual physical person, so i can’t use a picture of me or my dog or whatever.
but i couldn’t leave the default icon on! so i panicked! which is why i have this fucked-up mutant squash as my profile picture.
Tw: crying and vent, kinda. If you don't want to read, don't do it, im not forcing you.
You know when they said "its okay to cry?" I never liked that phrase. Why? Because i didn't want to be seen weak because of crying.
Then my brother tell me "If you keep all of that emotions in a small place that is your chest, slowly that problem would be bigger and one day you're just gonna explode" and that make me realize that sometimes you need to cry to let out all of that emotions you had saved.
And now im here, more calmed, without pressure in my chest. Still hurts but not as before.
Im better now, having that mental breakdown was like a storm but now i can see the sun raising.
