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g00mbers · 11 months

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• Chester x Reader (Fluff) 》

On behalf and request of someone!

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You've decided to visit your Jester boyfriend , who fortunately had nothing to do but be funny on most of his shifts , which worked perfectly for him!.

You can't really remember when you fell for him , but in some way he fell for you too , and like hard , slipping on a banana peel type of falling.

You finally arrived at your destination , You arrived with a basket of sweets of all sorts. It was kind of ironic to bring more sweets to a sweet kingdom but you'd thought it would make a nice touch of detail.

As you arrived the first person to welcome you was Mandy , she opened the door and to be honest , she fortunately seemed a bit more accessible and in a good mood , if you could tell , Chester hasn't played a prank on her ,yet.

"Hey Mandy!" You spoke , grabbing a bit more tightly the basket of sweets you had in hand.

"Oh , Hey there! , Chester's been waiting for you All day!"

You tilted your head a bit in confusion

"What do you mean?"

"He hasn't stopped talking about you , which I'm kinda thankful for that , since he has absolutely forgotten to play a prank on me today" She said proudly , placing her hand on her chest.

"Oh no I haven't!" Chester said as he grabbed a rope , and you automatically backed up , As chester pulled it , it motioned a Bucket on the top of the door , full of confetti and glitter , to fall in Mandy's Head

"UGH! CHESTER how many times- These will be so hard to clean!!!" Mandy said in desperation as she got the bucket out and coughed glitter out

"WOOPS!" Chester giggled smoothly as he slides in the scene

"I'll kill you!" Mandy said glaring at him with pure hate

"Nuh uh! If you get the glitter and confetti fast enough then it'll be easier to get rid of~" He spoke in an "singing" kind of way

Mandy groaned as she rapidly stormed off the room to clean her clothes

"Woah , it's the first time i have ever seen Mandy let you go so easily" You chuckled before looking back at him

"She doesn't usually attack me in front of customers" Chester shrugged in a cheery way

You could only giggle at his response , before realizing you were still holding your basket , and immediately offering it to him.

"Awww for me? You didn't have t-" Chester said as he Coed mockingly , and reached in for the basket.

You immediately snapped shut the Picnic Basket before his hand touched it

"Not now! , it's a surprise , silly!" You smirked

"Ow you almost cut off my hand!" He said in an exaggerated and pained expression as he held his own hand

You could only laugh as you took his hand and began leading him

"I hope your hand isn't hurt enough for this then" You said while still holding his hand

"Ready for the date of your life? I'll make sure to tag you if I take pics!" Chester began to trot in place while slightly pulling you motioning you for a "let's go!" , he was clearly excited to see all the sweets you brought!.

After walking for a bit , you finally made it to a comfy spot , just down the tree where the shade hit perfectly , where you two placed the picnic down in the floor and began accommodating the blankets

, food and stuff.

"Now we're all settled!" You chirped happily as you sat down , patting a place for him to sit besides you

"Alrighty , coming down!" He tried to sit down but seated in an uncomfortable motion, there were also some noises that sounded like wrapping papers...

"You got something there?" You asked curiously.

"Well...You thought only my bells made noise? , because!" He said as he lifted up one of his pants leg a bit , dropping tons of candy that were hidden in Chester's pants

"...You had those there the entire time?" You pointed at the fallen candy as you looked confused

"I mean...not the entire day! But I stole a few from Mandy!" Chester picked up some candy from the blanket as he began unwrapping it and throwing them to his mouth

"But if i gotta be honest , we probably don't want to tell her!" He whispered before backing up , still eating the candy with a smug look on his face.

You then continued chuckling as you grabbed the candy and began unwrapping and eating one by one , until you finally spoke again

"Got any more surprises"? You leaned in closer to his face , as he flushed red for a second before looking to the side and playing it off as a laugh.

"Only one" He looked to the floor as he then pointed up , as you lifted your view up , you could see a mistletoe hanging on a tree branch.

You looked up for some seconds , before realizing what was he talking about and you began speaking

...

"Chester it's nowhere near christma-" before you could continue speaking , Chester planted a soft kiss in your lips , You got completely caught off guard as he did this , but soon enough you warmed up to it and leaned in to kiss him back , but unfortunately , the kiss was soon cut short as he leaned back and smiled to himself proudly , meanwhile you looked absolutely flustered and confused , but happy.

"Oh by the way you got a little something on your face" He said smugly , before getting up and wiping off the dust of the floor off his pants

"Sorry for the short time! It's probably best if I come back before Mandy makes confetti out of me... But it was good to see you though!" He blew a kiss at you , before trotting off again , still giggling to himself

As you saw him go , you noticed that his lips were tinted in a weird blueish-color ...was he wearing something?.

You immediately took your phone and searched for the camera as you remembered the "You got a little something" comment

And then you saw yourself with the same lipstick color smeared in your face , and as you tried to wipe it out...the color didn't even move.

You just continued staring at him as you saw him go , your face still red and thinking about him and the whole situation , before realizing you just got both charmed and pranked on the same day.

Now you guess you'll have to walk all around Starr park looking like a clown... But it was still a part of your wonderfully funny Jester boyfriend.

#brawl stars #x reader #request #chester brawl stars #chester #mandy mention #brawl stars x reader #chester x reader

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brawl-me-on · 1 year

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Two Tricksters, One Battlefield

A/N: Ive LOVED brawl stars ever since I found it roughly 4 years ago. Im so happy it's grown since then! Ive made many abandoned BS x Readers back then but now I'm newly resurfacing! I would like to clarify that this is an OC/ART blog for BS but I can't help but write sometimes! Here's yer first character ;)

Pairing: Chester x Reader

Summary: Being a jester who LOVES to prank is cool and all, but what happens if they face another trickster?

Warning: Mean-ish reader, Bad writing 💀, explosions, lil stealing, short.

The pink haired jester playfully marched along the sidewlk with that big ol' grin plastered onto his stupid little pretty face. Like a cartoon, he bounced a little gleefully.

He had just successfully stolen some candies from Mandy. A little hobby of his recently.

But it's all in good reason, just to play around and make her smile when she succeeds in plotting her little revenge.

There he was, minding his own business.

EXPLOSION!

Something had exploded just mere feet away from Chester! Thankfully it did not injure the man, however it did destroy at least 2 little food carts on the street.

He tilted his head at the sudden burst, confused. The fog was a surprisingly hot pink color and it took a while to fade away.

But then, Chester saw a quick figure running towards him.

In terror and shock, he yelped as the speeding figure jumped onto him and brought him down onto the cement pavement, causing the stolen bag of cndies to scatter on the ground.

He grunted in pain and looked up at your wicked grin,

“My, not a quick thinker aren't ya?” You smiled at him with a sly glint of light in your eyes.

Immediately, Chester took one of his special candies and quickly opened it as you weren't looking.

Another explosion erupted, between the two of you. It was harmless, and more of a smoke bomb kind. He had pushed you away and escaped from your hold quite easily. Like butter.

You coughed and brought your arm close to your face to cover your mouth.

“I could say the same for you.” Chester snarked with a smirk. He was quite impressed but he had his own tricks up his sleeve, yes he did. “But you're not that sneaky!”

You look at him, also impressed, stunned maybe, but you replicated his smirk. “A Jester, huh?”

“A Trickster.”

“Fuh!” You scoffed mockingly, “That's my title, you're just an idiot in a hat! No battlefield is big enough for the both of us, pony boy.“

He grinned and snickered before lunging forward,

“Well let's see about that, princess!”

#brawl stars x reader #brawl stars #brawl stars chester #brawl stars chester x reader #chester x reader #totally not based off my oc no siree shshshshhshs #write work

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elynvia · 3 days

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Mistake P.2

°•☆•°chester°•☆•°chester°•☆•°chester°•☆•°

pairing: Chester x reader

warning: none

Chester always knew luck wasn't on his side. If anything, it was against him. Even though he's a joker, his only way to win is to be a sly fox and cheat or just cheat. It's not like he ever had anything against it. If it brought him the victory, he didn't mind.

Yet he couldn't do the same when it came to {reader}. The last time he tried to make a move and confess, it ended with a pink explosion and annoyed {reader}. This time, he had a better idea!

It started in the morning. The candy land has a basement with a lot of candy, in case if there's no way to deliver new or if a loved company doesn't produce more of their candy. The only one that has access to the basement is Mandy. Chester stole the keys.

"Are you sure Mandy allowed us to go here?" {reader} asked while standing with Chester in front of the door to the basement.

"Of course! Don't you trust me?" He laughed. "No, not re-" "You don't have to answer" Chester opened the door. He let {reader} go in first, and only when they entered and weren't looking, he let the keys fall in the hallway and the door close.

"So, why are we here?" {reader} was looking around the basement. It wasn't a scary and dusty one. It actually looked exactly like the store above, just instead of daylight, they were lamp lights instead.

"Ehm, I guess she said something about.. strawberry gum? I guess the delivery guy didn't show up and-"

"Wrong. He was here 30 minutes ago, and he did have strawberry gum. I refilled the jar myself!" {Reader} interrupted immediately, looking at him with a frown. Chester was quiet for a moment. He hasn't seen the delivery guy.. Damn luck..

"Are you accusing me in leading us both in this basement without Mandy's knowledge or permission to do so!?" Chester gasped while {reader} just stared at him. They just walked past him towards the door.

"Give me the key" They said. Chester checked in his pockets, then somewhere on his chest and even under his hat. He gasped again.

"No way! The keys are gone!" He exclaimed dramatically, like he always did.

"Are you serious!?" {Reader} shouted. "Ugh! You are so..! So..!"

"So what?" Chester smirked while {reader} was ready to jump on him and throw hands.

"You better sleep with your doors and windows closer, cause I'm will be coming for you" They said through their teeth. Then, they walked past him, bumping their shoulder again his. Chester chuckled.

"Don't be so negative! Look at the bright side!" Chester walked behind {reader} "You get to spend time with me!" He said with a bright smile as he stood in front of {reader}, closing their way towards wherever they were heading. Probably away from him.

{Reader} rolled their eyes, even though they would prefer to roll Chester’s neck. They sighed. "Let's just hope Mandy will find us" They said and sat on the flour, leaning against the wall.

Chester sat next to them, looking at them. {Reader} took some candy from the jar next to them and started to eat it. He liked to watch them. He was trying to study them, like he studied his opponents, but in this case, to know them better and be closer to them.

"Stop staring" They said, not looking up at Chester.

"Listen, what about we go eat some ice cream after Mandy finds us" He suggested. He could feel a tightness in his chest. His heart betting slightly faster, but his face didn't show a hint of nervousness.

{Reader} looked up at him now. They raised their eyebrow, staring at him. "Wha– So first you close us up here and now you want to go on a date with me?"

Chester nodded with an amused smile. He looked fine while he prayed they would agree. The worst they can say is no. He heard several times, yet he knows cases where it was way worse than a no.

{Reader} was quiet for a moment, looking at him, like waiting for him to say that it's a joke. He didn't, though. "I.. I will think about it"

"Really!? Cool!" Chester chuckled. It wasn't a yes or a no, but it wasn't worse than a no! {Reader} smiled alongside him. They were let out of the basement eventually. Mandy also nearly killed them. But it didn't matter, at least not to Chester. He was the happiest he had been in a while.

#chester x reader #brawl stars chester #brawl stars x reader #brawl stars

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silly-writes · 10 months

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Hi! I love your work! Can you do a Mike + alters, Scott, Alejandro (seperate) x reader where the reader has really bad sensory issues, especially with loud noises, and can have panic attacks from them? if your not okay with writing this then that’s totally fine /gen. it’s important to take care of yourself.

Contestants with reader who gets overstimulated.

Aaa thank u for this request anon! Yes i'm totally comfortable writing this kind of stuff! Thanks for being so kind about it! As an autistic person with really bad sensory issues myself I actually find it a thearputic, lol. Okay enough about me, enjoy!

Mike

dealing with a traumagenic disorder (DID) I would imagine he's honestly kind of in the same boat.

He's no stranger to panic attacks, and is pretty well versed by now in how to deal with them.

The first time it happens though he's sort of an anxious wreck, he's just nervous that trying to help might make it worse, but he doesn't want to leave your side.

He gives you lot's of words of encouragement, and helps you through breathing exercises, and gets you plenty of water.

"It's okay, breathe with me, I'm right here," he assures you gently.

If you require pressure/physical contact during your panic attacks, he's more than happy to give you that.

He gets good at catching them too, he'll always be able to identify when you're about to spiral because of too much noise or too bright lights, and he'll find a quiet secluded room so he can work through it with you.

"Sorry you have to deal with this too," you said, after a particularly bad one, you still felt dizzy, and tears still stained your face, but you had come out of it now, and felt a little guilty.

"Hey don't apologize, I don't mind. Not at all."

He's just very caring with this kind of stuff in general.

Manitoba

Maintoba is similar to Mike, and I would think he likes to carry around a backpack whenever he is fronting (you never know when you're going to run into treasure). So he always keeps noise canceling headphones and a pair of sunglasses in there just for you.

Honestly I headcanon him as the caretaker of the system, so I imagine he's used to caring for people during panic attacks.

He's very observant, probably even more so than Mike, so he's better at avoiding them all together by identifying what situations you can handle and what you can't.

He always does a little research before the two of you go out in the environment to ensure that it doesn't seem loud/bright/overstimulating.

However sometimes these things are just unavoidable, and inevitable.

He'll provide you with whatever physical comfort you require, if any at all.

Anything you need, he's there to get for you.

"Take all the time in the world treasure, I'll still be here," he said.

He's all around good at keeping you grounded, and just good at being there with you.

Svetlana

I would think Svetlana is probably the protector/gatekeeper, most of her comfort comes from her just being fiercely loyal.

She'll be there no matter what, and you take great comfort in that fact.

She's not as good with being traditionally comforting, since it's a little out of her element.

Not that she doesn't try of course, she really cares about you, and she wants that to come across.

(I would think she would panic a little and ask Manitoba and Mike for help from the inner world).

But she would absolutely stay with you, coaching you through breathing exercises, talking to try and distract you.

Eventually if you let her know what you need (be it space, a distracting, physical comfort, quiet, dark) you name it, she will get it for you.

She's much better at caring for you after the panic attack honestly, when you feel really tired and put out, disoriented and just overwhelmed.

"Svetlana's here now to melt all your worries away," she smiled at you once.

She'll almost always bring you home, or take you to a secluded room, and just hangout with you. She'll turn all the lights off and sit in silence with you so you can have basically zero sensory input for a little while.

She'll absolutely stay with you until you feel yourself again.

Mal

Okay things with Mal are a little tricky.

He's for sure a former prosecutor and after a bit of system healing, definitely prosecutor turned protector.

Don't get me wrong though, he can still be a little nasty and snarky sometimes, but he's working on getting better.

Which is why he feels sort of out of his element when he's with you when you're having a panic attack.

He's not good at being comforting, and he barely knows what to do when he has a panic attack, so the first time it happens he completely freezes up.

He might even let someone else front to help you out instead of him.

After a while he gets better at keeping up with your triggers, and while he remains pretty awful at being comforting, he's good at grounding you.

He's glad sometimes that being there is enough sometimes, he doesn't know what he'd do if it wasn't.

"Sorry I can't do more..." he said one day.

You smile at him "You being here is enough sometimes."

Scott

Scott is also somewhat of a wreck I would imagine.

Growing up fairly isolated on a farm he's understandably really rough with being intune with people's emotions, he's not really all that good at reading you. Or anyone for that matter.

The first few times, he's shocked everytime.

What could be making you feel like this? He had no idea.

He would definitely need a list of all of your triggers, you have to tell him what helps you and what doesn't outright. Scott doesn't really like playing guessing games, especially when it comes to your safety and comfort.

Clear communication becomes pretty important for the two of you in all honesty, and the two of you work at it all the time.

Eventually he gets better at serving you during panic attacks, or meltdowns, he knows what to do after a little while.

Again I would think he's really good at protecting, so I think he's super good at keeping people away when he sees you're overstimulated.

"Don't touch them!" he huffed when someone was trying to tap you to get your attention.

Overall, he's really really trying for you, and knowing that is comfort enough.

Alejandro

It's no secret that Alejandro is very intune with people, just one of his many skills.

So he can tell right away from his very first meeting you, any loud noises, bright lights, things like that just don't mix well with you.

He steers clear of them when around you, always guiding you more towards quieter, much calmer and secluded dates.

When driving he turns the music down, and makes sure that all audio input looks like its helping you and not harming you.

Plus I feel like (and this is totally me projecting btw) he would carry around stim toys for you to distract yourself with, and headphones for when things are a lot.

But again, sometimes things just happen, and try as he might to protect you, it's not always possible.

He can always tell when things are getting to be a lot for you, he's good at reading everyone but you in specific.

He's really good at covering for you, if someone is asking where you are, or needs/wants to talk to you when you need to be alone he'll keep them away from you.

He'll spend as much time as you need helping you.

"Are you feeling better mi amor?" He would ask.

"Almost-" you said, voice a little course and shaky "-sorry," you said softly.

"Don't apologize, I don't mind at all."

Alejandro can be really nurturing when he wants to be.

He might deny it, deny it to the ends of the earth but he's very good at taking care of you.

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sardonic-the-writer · 10 months

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𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐀𝐃𝐇𝐃

↳ warnings: none

↳ song: smile—lily allen

masterlist!

• For the most part they, are right there with you

• Manitoba relates to not being able to sit still, Mike over explains things to an extent, Svetlana can't focus on anything but her hyperifaxtion sometimes, etc

• Once you have them by your side, really nothing can drive them away. Much less some ADHD. They'll want to learn how to be the beat verson of them they can for you. And it would be like that with or without you being neurodivergent

• Mal finds you a bit much to handle sometimes. He's not one for chatty folk or moving really quick, so when you're on one of your slower days—mentally and physically—that's when he prefers to front with you

• But if you're acting like that because you're feeling some sort of negative way, he'll do his best to try and not worsen that mood. With some help from the others, of course

• Mal isn't one for comforting. At least not effectively

• Chester can and will complain rather loudly about rowdy kids and their new fangled fads. You have to patently explain to him that it's not a fad and in fact a diagnosed condition that you live with

• "Like my arthritis?" He squinted at you, permanent frown lessening for once

• "Uh, sure. Yeah Chester. Like that."

• Manitoba and you sit side by side some days and just swap different facts about the things you love. He'll tell you all about fighting coyotes and tracking rabbits by their scent only to turn around and listen whole heartedly about whatever your going on about. Doesn't matter what. He's enthralled to simply be with you

• Same with Mike, but the two of you end up talking over each other a lot. He mirrors your energy, both high and low, so conversations never fizzle out

• Vito is different. He doesn't mean to, but he writes you off a lot. Doesn't understand that telling you to hush so he can get a tan in hurts your feelings. It takes being scolded by Mike or Svetlana in the headspace for him to realize that he messed up

• Apologizes when those instances happen, and means it. He's more like Chester when it comes to you—it takes a slow but steady understanding of how to get used to your traits

• Anytime you're hankering for a little activity Svetlana is there to save the day. She's hyper aware of moments in which you can't seem to sit still and almost always offers to go for a walk or for you to do something with your hands

• She is the single best fidget toy supplier for you. Name it and she's got in on her personal for you

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er9zione · 11 months

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𝓢.𝑶 𝑪𝑼𝑻𝑬

— pairing: chester x gender neutral ! reader .

— nsfw, cursing .

synopsis : it’s hard for chester to keep his composure during work. you, being his partner, like to work together with him so it’s normal being close to him. but today he just can’t get a hold of himself and now he’s fucking you mercilessly inside the restroom of candyland .

��ah— fuck! i’m gonna—” your words were cut off by chester’s hand covering your mouth. “shh, you wouldn’t want someone to hear us, would you?” chester asked, a mischievous chuckle left his lips with grace as he thrusted harder into you. “you were so cute out there, talking so gently with the customers.” he semi whispered behind your ear. “so cute i would’ve fucked you in front of everyone.” he growled, his bright pink hair brushing against the skin of your neck as he held you tight by the hips. your chest was pressed against the cold wall of the small room he was fucking you in. the thought of someone entering and seeing you like this only made your arousal grow. you felt his wet lips placing hot kisses on your shoulder as his right hand slowly crawled over your bare chest, leaving a long trail of shivers down to your lower abdomen. “chester please…just let me— ah!” “what? you want to cum, pretty thing?” he smirked, even though you couldn’t see his face you could feel the smirk through his voice. “y-yes—…! just let me cum, chester!” you screamed before he could cover your mouth again, your body wanted nothing but to feel the kind of relief only chester could give you. “maybe if you ask me nicely…” he chuckled, he was having fun driving you crazy, and the sight was more than pleasuring for his eyes, your ass pressed against his cock was driving himself crazy. “p-please chester—…” he leaned over you, the hot skin of his chest against your back made your body arch in pleasure.

“since you asked so nicely and so desperately, i can do nothing but let you, can’t i?”

#( ♡ ) . er9zione’s writings #( ♡ ) . er9zione’s reposting #brawl stars #brawl stars chester #brawl stars chester x reader #brawl stars oneshot #brawl stars x reader #chester brawl stars #chester brawl stars x reader

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i-just-wanna-write-fanfic · 1 year

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Hello 🤗

Do you think you can do Mike + alters x witch reader where they found out that the reader is a witch

Ps. I love all of your works 🩷🩵

hey! coming back from some bad writers block with this cool idea!

WARNINGS/NOTES as someone who lives with a real witch and is hoping to become one soon, I love this idea! warnings, none! didn't write them as Yan!

MIKE+ALTERS X WITCH!READER

MIKE

holy crap! so do you like- have powers or something?? it's not powers..? WELL, IT'S STILL COOL!!!

he thinks it's so cool! He wants to learn as much as he can about witches!

If you do/are learning how to use tarot cards, he would love it if you tried them out on him! he'll find any kind of outcome interesting! :D

At first he didn't understand why you used incense (if you do), but still thought it smelled nice. when you did tell him why, he thought they were so much cooler!

doesn't really understand crystals, but he thinks that they're pretty!!

9/10, while very cute and nice about it, he's a bit annoying too.

MAL

he just doesn't get it. you're a witch? witches aren't real, darling.

He just thinks that you're playing some sort of game at first, well, he always will if you don't explain it in a way that gets to him.

once he realizes you really ARE a witch, he's shocked, to put it simply.

he doesn't ask that many questions out of nowhere (cough cough mike cough cough), but if you're doing something he doesn't understand, he may ask you a few things about it then leave you alone to do your own thing.

6/1, hardly cares or believes at that.

MANITOBA

he just can't believe it for the life of him.

a witch? witches aren't real!

he does believe it, he just keeps telling himself that they aren't real because he's a little bit scared of the idea that witches ARE real...

if you can ever convince him not all witches are evil, he may come to except it. but if you fail, he may think you're trying to pull something...

0/10, scared of witches.

VITO

confused as all hell, but he doesn't really care.

as long as it doesn't stop him from getting a sick-ass tan.

doesn't really care/10

SVETLANTA

She doesn't 100% understand, but it's cool, may ask about it sometimes to make small talk, or just ask while you're working on something she doesn't understand.

she gets if she's asking too much and will leave you alone, and will also make sure whatever you're doing is something you need to be alone for or not before coming up to you and asking about it.

thinks the crystals are fairly pretty! She really likes Bismuth and thinks it's very pretty!

10/10, very supportive but not overbearing.

CHESTER

burn the witch /j

-10/10, has the mindset of a man in the 1800's.

#tdi mike x reader #tdi mike #tdi mike's alters x reader #tdi mal #tdi vito #tdi chester #total drama x reader #headcanon #total drama mike x reader #total drama mike #tdi #total drama mal x reader #total drama mal #tdi svetlanta #tdi manitoba

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domaslut · 2 years

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Felix is so done with Mc’s shit.

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fyedoravna · 1 year

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Y'all not ready for this conversation yet.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #hogwarts legacy #harry potter hogwarts game #chester rushing #ominis gaunt #slytherin #slytherin boys #hogwarts sebastian sallow #fancast #fancast harry potter

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slippinninque · 2 months

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✨💕Slips' List 💕✨

Hello! Welcome to my master list!

(updated 04/18/24)

About me: Ya'll can call me Slips! I love to write and can be a bit slow at posting, so please be patient with me! I write with black, fem women in mind as the reader.

Current Inspo: Fontaine (They Cloned Tyrone)

Things to keep in mind: MINORS DNI, Be Nice, and Be Responsible For Your Own Consumption. I do not give permission for my work to be reposted here or onto any other platform. Also, please feel free to reblog and comment--I would love to know what you think!

Works / Blurbs

Fontaine, Seduced

Fontaine Fluff

Mwuah

The Bad Day

Fontaine Likes Pretty Things

You (Learned To) Like Pretty Things, Too

Pillow Time

Sleepy Snap Shots

Fontaine Likes to Wrestle

A Lil'Bit Special

Fontaine The Handy Man

Winter with Fontaine

Riding With Fontaine

Supportive 'Taine

'Taine loves Love

Fontaine x Rainy Day

Fontaine Unleashes His Inner Ramsey

Bear Hug (chester fic)

Fontaine, Sunned

Fontaine Thinks You're Beautiful

Fontaine vs Usher

Now & Later

A Different Perspective

Kiss Me Through The Phone

Private Dancer

Asks

"how would Fontaine react to his girl’s’ pregnancy glow?"

how Fontaine would be while in love

Jealous Fontaine

#Slippinninque Masterlist #Slips'List #They Cloned Tyrone #Black Fic Writer List #Black Creative Writer #SlipsWriting #x black reader #Fontaine #Chester

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reareaotaku · 8 months

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Detective Chester Lake Headcanons

I can't believe this man was written off because people didn't like him. He's so charming

Sweetest man in the world. Would never lay a hand on you

You met at a bookstore, wanting the same book

He invites you to coffee to talk about all your books [Almost like a bookclub]

The more niche the books, the more excited he gets

He can't sleep, so if you ever are up late at night for whatever reason, you can always depend on him to be up

He's more than willing to talk to you. He'll even come to your home and keep you company if you're lonely. Hell, he knows a great place to get food. Anything you need, he's willing to give/do for you

He worships you and can't believe he lived his life without you

He likes his job, but he's willing to give it up for you

Hell, you want him to be a household husband? Sure!

You want to be a Household wife? Whatever you want dear

He really wants kids

He won't beg like an animal, but he will drop hints

"You know this room would look so good in baby blue walls with a crib."

"Aww, isn't that baby cute?"

"You know, when I was a baby, I was always really good"

"If we had a kid, you wouldn't have to worry about being up all night. I'd do it for you"

He watches you sleep

It brings him ease. Like all his just disappear. There is no crime, there is no evil, there is only you and him

The only time he can sleep is when you're in his arms. He loves cuddling with you, holding you close. He can finally rest his eyes

The thought of losing you or someone hurting you drives him insane. He can't imagine his life without you. It scares him and forces him to work harder at his job

He wants to put all the bad guys away to make the world safer for you

He has the personality of a golden retriever

Always happy and never seems to feel any form of sadness

He wants you to be happy and wants to do anything to make it happen

You met his co-workers/colleagues when he was in the hospital for a concussion

They were probably surprised that the man had a girlfriend

#cop x reader #yandere cop #detective chester lake #chester lake #chester lake x reader #detective x reader #svu #svu x reader #special victims unit #law and order svu #law and order

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swan-of-sunrise · 8 months

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Necessary Evils (Tales From The SSR)

Summary: As they await news of Michael Carter's surgery, (Y/N) and Jack discuss her unwanted connection to Arnim Zola and the feel of foreboding that the former Hydra doctor left in his wake.

Pairing: Jack Thompson X Fem!Reader, Peggy Carter X Daniel Sousa, Edwin Jarvis X Ana Jarvis

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: Hi there! This week's surprise one-shot is gonna explore a little of Specs' whereabouts in the aftermath of Bucky Barnes' death in The First Avenger and we're gonna have some great moments between her and Jack, so buckle up! Thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!

Necessary Evils January 1948 Los Angeles County Hospital, Los Angeles (Previous One-Shot)

“I got you some tea from the hospital’s cafeteria.” (Y/N) was pulled out of her silent reverie by Jack taking a seat beside her and offering her a disposable paper cup, the concerned gleam in her boyfriend’s blue eyes accompanied by the smallest of smiles for her benefit. “Earl Grey and two teaspoons of honey; I know how much it helps when you get one of your stress headaches.”

(Y/N), touched by his thoughtful gesture, reached over and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “Thank you, sweetheart.” She reached for the cup and after taking a long sip, she sat back in the uncomfortable waiting room chair with a frustrated sigh. “I hate this. The longer the surgery takes, the more I’d like to burst into that operating room and re-arrest that Nazi bastard before he tries anything funny with Michael.”

Beside her, Jack nodded as he patiently listened to her threats and threw Peggy – who was anxiously pacing across the hospital waiting room while Daniel unsuccessfully attempted to talk her into sitting down – a furtive glance before replying, “I don’t think this Zola guy would risk a lifetime imprisonment or execution by trying to bump off Carter mid-surgery, Specs. I mean, Stark and half a dozen MP’s are watchin’ him and the neurosurgeons like hawks as we speak, and he’s not gonna jeopardize the sweet deal the JIOA cut for him for something as low-stakes as this.”

“I wouldn’t call any of this ‘low-stakes,’ Flyboy,” (Y/N) murmured, looking around the fully-occupied waiting room and reflexively tightening her grip on her cup of tea; she, Jack, Peggy, Daniel, and the Jarvises, along with over a dozen uniformed SOE officers and SSR officials, were gathered at Los Angeles County Hospital for the long-awaited surgery that would theoretically restore Michael Carter’s mind to what it was before the brainwashing that Hydra subjected him to during the war. Several of the SOE officers served alongside Michael and had volunteered to travel from England to be with their fellow soldier in his time of need, but Peggy was understandably the most concerned of them all; Michael made his younger sister promise not to contact their parents about his staged death in 1941 and sudden reappearance until it was confirmed that the dangerous surgery was a success, wanting to prevent Harrison and Amanda Carter another heartbreak on the off-chance that Arnim Zola and the team of neurosurgeons failed and he passed away on the operating table. The Carter siblings spent several minutes alone with one another before they wheeled Michael into the operating room and since then, Peggy hadn’t been able to stay still. I’d be the same way if Freddie’s life were in the hands of that Nazi son of a bitch, (Y/N) thought to herself and one of her hands moved upwards to caress the locket containing her deceased brother’s photograph as she sympathetically watched Peggy continue to pace.

“You know what I mean.” Jack scooted closer to her side and when she finally looked over at him, the look of concern in his blue eyes was as prominent as ever. “Look, I get why Peggy’s taking all this personally…but I can’t figure why you are, too. You can talk to me, baby…” His hand moved to rest on her shoulder, and (Y/N) could feel the comforting warmth of his touch through the thin material of her blouse. “Whatever you’ve gotta say, I’m here. And if you don’t feel up to talkin’ just yet, then I’ll still be right here with you.”

(Y/N) lowered her gaze to her lap and spent several moments mustering the strength to speak, her voice wavering as she recalled some of the darkest moments of the war, the ones that she wished she could forget forever but sadly never could. “I helped capture Zola. I was deployed with the Howlies in the Swiss Alps, and we were tasked with finding and capturing Zola to interrogate him about Schmidt’s plans. Morita intercepted several radio transmissions from Hydra and after I decoded them, we had confirmation that Zola was on a train scheduled to travel through the same mountain pass that we were navigating. Steve, Bucky, Gabe and I used a zip chord to get onto the train while it was still in motion; Steve and Bucky left to secure the front train cars while Gabe and I stayed on the roof as their back-up, and that’s…that’s when…”

Her boyfriend rested his elbows on his knees and clasped his hands together as he looked over at her. “That was the mission that Sergeant Barnes didn’t survive, wasn’t it?” She nodded, her eyes still diligently trained on the dark blue material of her trousers, but she could feel his compassionate gaze on her as he continued. “Barnes died a hero to his country. The bastard turned against Schmidt to save his own skin, and Cap and the SSR were able to end Hydra and the war. That’s gotta bring you and the rest of the Howling Commandos some satisfaction, right?”

“It did…” (Y/N) admitted, but she tightly pursed her lips as she recalled the aftermath of the fateful mission to capture Zola alive. “Right up until his interrogation, that is.”

The tunnels below the London headquarters of the Strategic Scientific Reserve echoed with the sound of (Y/N)’s standard-issue heels making contact with the stone floor as she approached one of many interrogation cells; her fingers tightly clutched the classified file in her hands in an effort to contain her swirling emotions but judging by the apprehensive expressions on the stationed MP’s faces whenever she passed by, she was doing a poor job of masking her true feelings.

“As requested, a copy of my mission report to D.C.,” (Y/N) announced as she came to a stop before Colonel Phillips, and she arched a brow at the tray of food he was holding. “Hungry?”

“Zola surrendered and didn’t try to do himself in with cyanide, so I figured that the usual interrogation techniques might not work on this wack-job. He should count himself lucky; I’ve got over a dozen SSR agents chomping at the bit to finally get their hands on a live Hydra operative.”

Just as Colonel Phillips balanced the tray on one hand to reach for the file, (Y/N) tightened her grip on it and blurted out, “Colonel, I need to go in there with you.”

“Agent (Y/L/N), you and the rest of the 107th tactical team have my condolences for Sergeant Barnes’ death, but I can’t allow you any access to-”

“Respectfully, Colonel, you’re the commanding officer of the Strategic Scientific Reserve; you can directly authorize an agent access to as many high-security prisoners as you deem necessary, correct? I’m only requesting access to one.”

“You don’t get to tell me how to do my job, Agent.” The sharp tone in the older man’s voice conflicted with the uncharacteristic compassion emanating from his dark brown gaze. “I’ll authorize you access to the observation room, but that’s it.”

(Y/N)’s jaw clenched as she forced herself to remain composed, but there was nothing she could do to keep her voice from trembling with barely-restrained grief. “Colonel, the man on the other side of that door is the reason my friend and God knows how many Allied soldiers are dead. I…I need to do all I can to ensure that he gives us all the intel we need to take Hydra down. I need to help end this war once and for all.”

In contrast with the strained working relationships he shared with Peggy and Howard, Colonel Chester Phillips seemed to have a soft spot for (Y/N) since the moment she was loaned out to the SSR from the OSS; Peggy often speculated that it was because she reminded him of his granddaughter back home and although she’d never admit it aloud, (Y/N) considered him to be the father-figure she’d always longed for. They got along with one another but more importantly, they shared a mutual respect and it was that respect that seemingly compelled the older man into finally giving her a relenting nod. With a brief command from Colonel Phillips, the MP stationed nearby opened the door and after taking a deep breath, (Y/N) followed the colonel into the interrogation cell.

A dim light from an overhead fixture illuminated the sparsely decorated cell, and the Swiss doctor whirled around to face them both as they sat down at the interrogation table; a surge of pleasure rippled through (Y/N) when she observed his colorless face and the way his hands anxiously fiddled with the sleeves of his prisoner’s uniform, and she maintained eye-contact with him as she crossed one leg over the other and leaned back in her seat. Colonel Phillips set the tray of food down onto the table and spun it around before gesturing towards the unoccupied chair across from them. “Sit down.”

With obvious trepidation, Zola followed his order and sat, his brow arching as he looked down at the steak, potatoes, broccoli and glass of milk laid out before him. “What is this?”

“Steak.”

“What is in it?”

“Cow!” Colonel Phillips looked incredulously between (Y/N) and Zola. “Doctor, do you realize how difficult it is to get ahold of a prime cut like that out here?”

The Swiss doctor shrugged. “I don’t eat meat.”

“Why not?”

Taken aback by (Y/N)’s pointed question, Zola fidgeted in his seat and replied, “It disagrees with me.”

“How about cyanide? Does that give you the rumbly tummy, too?”

While Zola’s brow furrowed in confusion, Colonel Phillips spun the tray back around and used the utensils to begin cutting into the steak as (Y/N) continued. “Every Hydra agent that we’ve tried to take alive has crunched a little pill before we can stop him, but not you.”

The colonel hummed in agreement as he feasted on the tray of food, raising his fork in the air and glancing over at (Y/N) with a look of exaggerated curiosity on his wrinkled face. “Here’s my brilliant theory, Agent (Y/L/N): he wants to live.”

“You’re trying to intimidate me, Colonel.” Zola’s beady eyes flicked between them as a sheen of sweat slowly covered his balding head, obviously growing anxious under the strain of his imprisonment and their unconventional interrogation.

Colonel Phillips scoffed. “We bought you dinner. Why don’t we cut to the chase and show Doctor Zola here what’s in that file?”

While the colonel cut the steamed potatoes into quarters, (Y/N) withdrew a single piece of paper from the file and slid it across the table, her red-lacquered nails drumming on the tabletop as she watched the Swiss doctor read the typed mission report aloud. “‘…and in exchange for his full cooperation, Doctor Zola is being remanded to Switzerland…’”

“I sent that message to Washington this morning. Of course, it was encoded.” (Y/N) leaned forward, resting her elbows on the tabletop, and fixed Zola with an unwavering stare. “You guys haven’t broken those codes, have you? That would be awkward.”

Zola’s expression remained neutral, but the lines between his brows were visibly deeper and she could practically see the wheels turning inside his head while he carefully considered his predicament. “Schmidt will know this is a lie.”

“He’s going to kill you anyway, doc.” Colonel Phillips punctuated his blunt reply with a shrug. “You’re a liability. You know more about Schmidt than anyone and the last guy you cost us was Captain Rogers’ closest friend, so I wouldn’t count on the very best of protection.” The sound of Bucky’s scream as he fell from the train and into the deep chasm below played on a loop in (Y/N)’s mind, forcing her to dig her nails into the skin of her palms to keep from reacting, an action she was no stranger to as a woman serving in a secretive branch of the Allied armed forces but one that she hated having to perform in the wake of her friend’s death. “It’s you or Schmidt; it’s just the hand you’ve been dealt.”

The Swiss doctor, taking note of the colonel’s grim tone and the obvious tension in (Y/N)’s shoulders, huffed out a humorless chuckle before nodding once and stating, “Schmidt believes he walks in the footsteps of the gods. Only the world itself will satisfy him.”

“You do realize that’s nuts, don’t you?”

Shaking his head, Zola huffed out a humorless chuckle at the colonel’s comment. “The sanity of the plan is of no consequence.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because he can do it!”

(Y/N), losing patience with Zola and his feeble attempts at providing them with answers, snapped out, “What’s his target?”

When Zola’s beady eyes focused on hers, a shiver of foreboding traveled up (Y/N)’s spine and it took every ounce of willpower she possessed not to look away as he simply replied, “His target…is everywhere.”

“He told us everything we needed to know; the exact coordinates of Schmidt’s secret base in the Alps, a detailed run-down of Schmidt’s plan to bomb over half a dozen of the world’s largest cities, how much time we had before Hydra’s scheduled attack on New York…and within twenty-four hours, Schmidt was dead and Hydra was finally defeated.” (Y/N)’s fingers were wrapped tightly around her now-empty cup and she was leaning against Jack’s side, taking comfort in her boyfriend’s sturdy form as she spoke in the lowest tone she could and kept a wary eye on Peggy across the waiting room. “But there was something about his eyes, like he knew some big secret that the colonel and I could never understand, and I can’t shake the feeling that there’s something we missed.” Swallowing thickly, she finally looked over at Jack and met his empathetic gaze. “That’s crazy, right?”

Jack shook his head. “Definitely not. Listen, Specs, we might’ve both served on opposite ends of the world, but all the horrible shit we saw and lived through during the war? It hasn’t broken us. We’re still here, and our experiences matter because they’re what shaped us into the people we are today: people who dedicated their lives to making this screwed-up world a better place.” The corner of his lip curved into a small smile as he affectionately bumped the side of her head with his own. “You were the one who taught me that.”

Looking into his clear blue eyes, (Y/N) felt the stiffness in her shoulders begin to melt away and she couldn’t fight the smile that slowly made its way onto her face. “I’m a pretty good teacher, aren’t I?”

“Oh, hands-down, the smartest and most gorgeous teacher I’ve ever had.” Her boyfriend’s flirtatious wink forced (Y/N) to mask her giggle with a cough and flash several of the waiting room’s occupants an apologetic look while he quietly continued. “If you think that Zola’s up to no good, then I believe you. There’s no easy way to handle a situation as delicate as Operation Paperclip; all we can do is our best and in this case, the best that we can do is to keep a close eye on him and every other scumbag Nazi scientist that they’ve recruited. How’s that sound, Specs?”

She took a deep breath and gave him a firm nod. “Like a pretty solid game plan, Flyboy.”

Before either of them could say another word, the double doors leading into the hospital’s operating room swung open and Howard strode into the waiting room, a grin on his face as he made a bee-line over to where Peggy stood. “Michael’s been wheeled into a recovery room and all preliminary signs are pointin’ to a successful operation. Your brother’s gonna be just fine, Peg.”

The younger woman’s anxious expression was overtaken by a look of overwhelming relief and she didn’t hesitate to throw her arms around the inventor in a tight hug. The rest of the waiting room collectively released the grateful breath that they’d been holding for hours and while the SOE officers and SSR officials talked amongst themselves, Jack wrapped an arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders and pressed a chaste kiss onto her temple; she closed her eyes and as she took comfort in her boyfriend’s supportive touch, she spoke a silent word of thanks to the universe for Michael’s successful surgery and for sending her a supportive and understanding partner in the form of Jack Grant Thompson.

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A/N: They're gonna have their hands full keeping an eye on Zola and the other Hydra scientists 👀 Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I've created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I'll be updating it every time I upload a new one-shot! Enjoy!

Spotify Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0iKzLZlEK1rTaSIiW5zRlk?si=483950cfa991442a

“Tales From The SSR” Masterlist

“Specs and the Flyboy” Masterlist

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elynvia · 1 month

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Mistake

pairing: Chester x reader

warning: struggling

Chester has had a crush on you for quite some time, and he tried everything to confess, yet it seems like the universe is against him

Chester ran into his room, grabbing a little box, which lay among others. He then sprinted towards {reader} with a goofy smile on his face. He had to confess while he had the motivation and determination for it.

He looked everywhere, every room, every hall and every corner, just to find them filling up a huge jar with more liquorice. No wonder he couldn't find them. This is the last place he would go near to.

{Reader} was stading on stairs, throwing liquorice into the Jar. Mandy told them to do it, and they knew better than to go against her. Chester watched her for a moment before taking a breath and speaking

"Hey {reader}! I have a surprise for you!" He reached out the little colourful box towards them with a wide grin. {Reader} looked down at the box and then at Chester, raising her eyebrow in suspension

"Ches, I have no time for your pranks. I have work to do!" They declined. They took another heavy bag of liquorice and threw the insides into the jar for the 5th time..

"I'm not playing a prank on you! I promise!" He whined, taking a few steps closer to {reader}. "Open it, and you will see!" He added, reaching our the box once again. He still had a smile on his face, but more of an awkward one

{Reader} looked down at him once again with confusion and still a hint of suspicion. But they decided to give Chester a chance. They walked down the stairs and carefully took the little box, expecting an explosion at any moment. The box was small and pink with a ribbon on top

They looked back at Chester. He seemed to be off — having a cricked smile and nervous chuckle. {Reader} just sighed and opened the box

A big, glittery, and pink explosion happened. Chester was taken aback, while {Reader} looked at them with annoyance. They pushed the rest that was left of the box to Chester with aggression. "Very funny" They said and walked off, leaving Chester alone.

"Wait, what? Wha- Why?" Chester looked at the rest of the box with confusion and surprise. He then sighed. He took the wrong box. He might have grabbed the wrong one in the hurry. There was supposed to be a pretty bracelet in the box, not an explosion.. And then the confession..

Maybe next time.

#brawl stars #brawl stars chester #x reader #fluff #brawl stars x reader

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er6zione · 1 year

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𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 | chester.

— pairing: court jester ! chester x princess ! reader.

— arranged marriage, suggestive (just a bit), short.

synopsis: you are the king’s daughter, and as a princess you’re expected to marry a prince, an unknown man your father chose for you, but your heart belongs to another man.

“cheer up, princess! you’re going to get married soon, your marriage is going to be the most important event of the year!” your personal jester tried to put a smile on your face, remembering you the reason why you weren’t happy, but he couldn’t have possibly known that. “i don’t want to get married, chester, i don’t even know who my future husband is! i don’t want to marry a stranger!” you sighed, thinking of a way to escape that prison of a castle. “don’t say that, princess, the king’s going to be mad at you if he hears your words.” the jester’s smile faded away as he took off his hat and sighed. “why don’t you want to get married?” you remained silent and looked away from him, his beautiful features still in your memory, you really wanted to tell him your secret, but you were scared. scared someone might hear you, scared of how could chester react, scared of your feelings. your heart was screaming inside your chest, aching at every second you remained in silence. “chester, i don’t know how to tell you.” was all you managed to say, your mind was full of messy thoughts, but you knew you were going to say it somehow.

“i want to help you, let me help, princess! i want to see you smile, i want to be the one that makes you smile, please tell me what’s keeping you away from being happy and i’ll take care of it!” chester got closer to you and took your hands in his. “y/n, please…” his eyes widened when he realized what he was doing, he couldn’t act like this, he couldn’t touch you and he couldn’t call you by your name alone. “oh my– i’m truly sorry, princess, i– i– i– shouldn’t have—” he tried to bring his hands far from you, but he was interrupted by your tight hold on them. “please chester, don’t apologize.” you looked in his eyes so that he could do the same. “the reason i don’t want to get married is because my heart belongs to another man.” the jester lowered his gaze, he mentally scolded himself for thinking you could have feelings for him, but you were about to tell him he was wrong. “chester, you’re the one i’m talking about.” the jester’s eyes met yours again, he heard you right, there was no need for him to ask you to repeat it, you loved him.

“my heart belongs to you too, princess, i love you!” he wasted no time in telling you his feelings, but he was craving the physical touch, he wanted your hands all over him and his hands all over you, he wanted to kiss your lips so much it was a pain, but he was waiting for your permission. you signaled him to come closer and he placed himself on top of you, your breaths became only one as he was leaning on your pretty lips. his hands were messily traveling over your body while you pulled him closer to finally kiss, leaving him surprised. “i never would’ve thought you were feeling this way for me, princess.” he confessed, placing his lips on your neck, leaving warm and wet kisses on your burning skin. “i thought the same for you, chester.” you sighed in pleasure as the jester made you feel like no one did in your life. “now, kiss me before we find a way to escape from here.” he obeyed and kissed your lips again, and with that kiss you were going to live a new life with your true love.

@er6zione

#闇 ❱ 𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘.#x reader #writing #brawl stars x reader #brawl stars #brawl stars chester #chester brawl stars #oneshot #chester brawl stars x reader #brawl stars chester x reader #brawl stars oneshot #brawl stars chester oneshot

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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 15 days

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⧱Appetency⧱

{At heart Wilson is truly a man of science. It's not in his nature to resist the call of the unknown...}

You side-eye the man a few steps away from the log you sat on, watching him eagerly re-reading through his blueprints on the makeshift table the two of you made, claiming it as a work desk.

You couldn't help but let your lips curl up at his fidgeting. Finding it oddly cute and rather funny when you notice him mumble a few words here or there. His face having a certain pink glow.. Myabe due to the lightning of the fire.

Glancing back at the small fire, the chopped bits of meat turn a darker color as you turn the skewers so the other side could crisp up.

You couldn't help but recall the few times he acted like this in front of you...

During your first meeting, the two of you were more different than... Well, many things!

Clothes for one! While you are dressed in more contemporary wear and fabrics. His was more, dignified, well.. As much as cloths could be in The Constance.

Wilson, ever the gentleman, glances away as you walk beside him. Clothes riding up slightly against your skin, heaving slightly as you drag back your kills together.

You try to strike up conversation and gain his attention, yet his milky-skin becomes a light pink as you do.

The way he spoke, too!

"My dear, are you alright?" You blink, the first time you've been called such a pet-name.

"Huh-? Oh, I'm fine! Don't sweat it!" You wave it off, a bit surprised at the warmth in your own face as you laugh it away.

""Sweat it"? Dearie, I thought we both concluded that the weather is rather too cold for such things."

He was an oddball, but.. You liked him all the same.

While you day-dreamed, Wilson peeked at your expression. Enamored by the sight of your far-away gaze, he tried to see if anything caught your eye. Though he couldn't find a single thing, what kind of lovely thought a beauty like you could have?

A small sigh left him as he turned back to his blueprints.

Meeting you was one of the strangest and most wonderful encounters he's had since being stuck on the wretched island.

You were quite.. What's the word.. Rather, many words could describe you! Or, actions spoke a bit louder to him.

During the winter season, more so Winters Feast. Wilson sat by the fire, shivering as he made a thermal stone. You and Chester arrive back to camp, you frown as you take a spot beside him.

His eyes held agitation, not bothering to wander his sights on your pitying look.

Kind could be one.. Maybe well-meaning.

You politely take a seat beside him, not too close as Chester happily barked and opened his jaw.

You pull out a few items, cautiously setting a small scarf down on his lap. "I know you don't prefer hats... So I thought this might be more.. um.. Ya' know? "Suitable"?" You test out the phrase on your tongue, smiling hopefully.

You were.. Unknown to him. Such as this daft place, his fate had now been resigned too!

Though.. You made grand company.

Helping him pick up crops, you sang a small tune under your breath. Bits of giggles leaving your throat at a few lyrics. A bit curious of the song, he spoke up.

Questions and inquiries left him as he rambled.

You only smiled, head tilting to the side a few times in confusion at a few proposals he had on the song.

"That's lot-" You huff out a laugh, Wilson could only smile back patiently. Waiting politely now, wanting to listen. You playfully bump his side, "Alright, I'll tell you."

You blink away your former thoughts after smelling the scent of something burning...

..!

Yelping, you grab the skewers. But it burns your hands! Causing you to drop them in the fire...

You groan unhappily, now staring at a worried Wilson as he moves to your side.

"Dear, it's alright, we're lucky to have made a few extra rations." Wilson states as he takes a seat, politely holding out his hand for you.

You slowly grin, nodding as you hand him your hand. Interlacing them together. The scientists eyes widen as he coughs awkwardly, glancing away. "I.. Wanted to see if you burned your hand."

Your own eyes widen as you let go quickly.

"I'm fine! See? Oh..." You glance at your hand and see a small cut.

Wilson gently takes your hand, encompassing it tenderly in his palms.

"A butterflies wing should fix it up." Wilson states, fixated on your hand. Lightly tracing it, the touch was kinda soothing...

Chester yips happily, bumping your leg as he opens his jaw. Wilson smiles happily at the chest, "Otto von Chesterfield, Esquire! You smart little lad!" Taking the items from the small critter, Wilson hands it to you as he pets the creature fondly.

The two of you laugh together as the sun slowly sets, the fire burning even brighter.

[Happy 11th Anniversary DS/DST! I had a big crush on Wilson when I was younger, so this needed to be made! Anyway, hearts and reblogs are appreciated! Let's see some comments too! Happy birthday Wilson!]

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