#foolish gamers fanfic
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i shouldn't forgive you (but it's you)
foolish left you in the ruins of your home years ago. you've forgotten about it up until now, finally face to face with him.
&. c!foolish x gn!reader
word count: 4.1k words
warnings: swearing & arson
bones' note: wrote this in three hours, thought you guys might enjoy :) also my first time writng a full length fic for foolish! i hope i got the characterization right haha
Being in love is dangerous.
You’ve known this since you were a kid. Ever since your first crush, your first love, and your first heartbreak— You knew falling in love meant being forced to deal with the repercussions if something were to go wrong. Therefore, it was easier to guard your heart. You wouldn’t need to worry about the consequences of love if you never found it. You were content with it; not having someone there made your independence grow.
But your loneliness was suffocating.
You tried to convince yourself it wasn’t bothering you. You were fine being alone— You’ve come this far without anyone. Why would you need someone— but you also missed having company. With every day passing day, you felt more and more alone, until you couldn’t convince yourself you were fine being alone.
You wanted someone there. You wanted that feeling of freedom that comes with love. But you were afraid of the negatives. You were too scared to seek anyone out, too afraid of falling in love and it ending in tragedy (everything ends in tragedy, is what you tell yourself). Yet, you long for it. You dream for it. But you’ll never seek it out because of your fear.
So, you continued living your quaint life. You hunted; you fished; you gathered various berries and plants; you hoped for someone to love you; you cooked and cleaned and reorganized your house. It was a fairly small house, one of the smaller houses in your village, so you could redecorate it without moving too many items around. It was small, quaint, and you liked it that way. You were never one for the grand things anyways.
Your schedule was the same every day, one you rinsed and repeated as soon as the sun rose and as soon as it set. Then, a stranger came by your house.
He looked different than everyone in the village. He had to be a newcomer. He had golden skin that might as well have been made out of gold with the way it shined in the sun; emerald green eyes that lit up brilliantly; a robe he wore that fit him well, but also showed off the muscle underneath. You opened the door to his bright grin, arching an eyebrow.
“Hello?”
“Hello!” He responded cheerfully. “I’m new here and, well, you looked pretty welcoming! Was wondering if you could give me the grand ol’ tour of the place?” You had no idea how he could act so cheerful so early, but it made you smile slightly. As for showing him around— you had nothing better to do, so why not?
“Sure. What’s your name?” You asked, watching him beam at the confirmation.
“Foolish! And what may your name be?” Oddly, the name suited him.
“[Name]. It’s very nice to meet you, Foolish.”
“You too! Now, how ‘bout we get to that tour, hm?” He grinned.
You giggled, stepping outside and shutting your door. “Alright. Let’s go, Foolish.”
With that, you gave Foolish a tour of your village. There wasn’t much to show, considering how small the village was and how little people occupied it. There were really only the major buildings you had to show off: The Clinic, Town Hall, and the Blacksmith. Town Hall was where everyone gathered if need be. Although, it hasn’t been used in ages. It was collecting dust more than serving as a meeting place. The Blacksmith was where all the weapons were forged handcrafted by the only man you’ve ever seen handle weapons in the town. You found it weird how he was interested in the Blacksmith of all places but didn’t think too much of it.
However, Foolish’s bright energy made up for the lack of places to show him. He was still curious with everything you showed him, with a smile that hadn’t dimmed the entire time. You don’t think you’ve ever met a happier man in your life. Even you hadn’t smiled the entire time. His happiness was infectious though, occasionally making you grin every time you even looked at him. Maybe he was a wizard.
“And that.” You clapped your hands, turning to Foolish. “Concludes the tour! Hope you enjoyed everything and have a good time living here.” Foolish only seemed to brighten more, thanking you for the tour and going off somewhere. Maybe to build a house or renovate one of the abandoned ones.
A month after Foolish moved in, you had only gotten to know the man more. His cheerfulness wasn’t a onetime thing, instead he was simply happy all the time. You couldn’t wrap your head around how or why, but it was beginning to rub off on you. You’ve laughed harder in a few days with Foolish than you have in the recent months. His bright, happy attitude simply was infectious.
And maybe he was too.
You found yourself wanting to see him every day. He was in your head form the moment you woke up to the second you fell asleep. It was strange to think that, just after a few months of Foolish being here, you were already hopelessly in love with him. But you didn’t want to be. Love meant getting hurt. You didn’t want to be put through that.
But it was Foolish. Foolish who had a smile that could cheer anyone up; Foolish who had a squeaky laugh that was funnier than any joke he told; Foolish who’s shark tail would swing side-to-side every time he was excited; Foolish he couldn’t contain his happiness; Foolish who made you feel more special than anyone else ever has; Foolish who you’re in love with.
And, as you lay there in your bed that night, you come to think that maybe love couldn’t be so bad if it was with Foolish.
So, you set out for him in the morning, hoping to tell him about your feelings. You waited at the spot that you two always sat it: A tree to the east of the village. It was nice and peaceful, and you were happy you began coming there with Foolish. Time passed, and he wasn’t there. Usually, he was there before you, always up bright and early. You never knew why though.
It only took twenty minutes until you realized he wasn’t coming. Had you done something? Maybe you upset him in some way? You tried to rack your brain for anything that you could’ve done, only to come up empty handed. You didn’t remember doing anything wrong anyways. Still, you had to go and see what it was.
Your legs carried you to Foolish’s door as if it was something you had done a thousand times before. And it certainly was.
You knocked at the man’s door, waiting for a response. You didn’t get one. Odd.
“Foolish? Hey, it’s me, [Name]. Are you in there? I was waiting for you at our spot, but you didn’t show, so I got worried. Did I do something? I don’t remember hurting you, but if I did, I’m sorry. Will you please come out?”
No response. You huffed, eyebrows furrowing. You decided to take a peek in the window, standing as high as you could, but you could only see a little bit inside. His bed was made, like it always was, but Foolish was nowhere to be seen. You were worried now. What if something happened to him? What if he was kidnapped? What if—
You slapped yourself in the face. You had to be calm. Foolish was probably out doing something and would be back later today, just as he always was. He’d be back (thought it felt more like a reassurance now).
Hours passed. No signs of Foolish being back. You were growing restless, pacing in your living room, chewing on your hands. You couldn’t stop worrying about him. It was dumb, you know, but you couldn’t stop. You wanted nothing more than his safety.
Your worrying for Foolish was cut short when a scream rang out in the village. You almost thought you didn’t hear it at first, but as soon as you processed what it was, you ran outside. People were running towards you, screaming and panicking, and as you looked past them, you could see why:
Fire. Fire was spreading throughout the village, starting at one of the houses, and continuing to each and every building. You could feel the heat. Frantically, you looked around as to what could’ve caused the fire, while also trying not to get trampled in the onslaught of people. Even if there weren’t many, they were all running out the same way.
Before you could move a muscle, you spotted a figure atop a horse, holding a torch.
Foolish.
He was there. Right in front of you. You were almost happy to see him before the torch in his hand registered in your mind. You almost didn’t want to believe it. How could Foolish— The guy who you gave a tour of the village to, who’s lived here for months— even think about burning the village down? What had happened to him?”
You yelled his name. He was quick to turn around, with one hand holding the horses’ reigns and the other wrapped around the torch. Several emotions flashed across his face, before confusion and anger were set in stone. “What are you still doing here!? Go, run!” He urged you, motioning towards where everyone else was running. You stayed in place.
“Did you burn the village down!?” You yelled instead, watching the surprise flash across his face. Before, again, anger was set in stone. His eyebrows furrowed, and his grip tightened on the torch.
“I did what I had to do, [Name]. Now, go. Before you get hurt.”
With a harsh tug of the reigns, Foolish’s horse was speeding past you, the flame of the torch attaching to whatever it could. You could only watch in confusion and hurt and anger. How dare he burn the village like that? How dare he make you fall in love with him?
A tear fell down your cheek. You sniffed and wiped at it, before running as fast as you could away from your now ruined home. Your home, your love, and your town all gone within a span of minutes. You could almost laugh at it.
You were right. Everything ends in tragedy.
You ran until your legs couldn’t carry you for hours upon hours. Adrenaline still rushed through your system; the only reason you were even standing up right now, honestly. Still, it couldn’t hold you over forever. As it began wearing down, you could feel the ache in your joints, soon wincing with every move. It hurt. And it was all his fault.
With anger seeping into your heart, you passed out in the grass.
When you came to, you were met with a wooden ceiling and a severe wave of pain. You hissed, blinking wearily as to not have your eyes fill with tears. The amount of pain was something you’ve never faced before. You must’ve run longer than you thought you did.
You sat up, groaning. You raised a hand to your head, feeling it throb. You winced, looking around to see where you were; just as you thought, you had no clue. Great.
Squeaking made you sneap your head to the entrance, seeing a boy walk in with a wet towel. He looked surprised that you were awake, before cracking open the door and sticking his head out. "Tommy, they’re awake!” He shouted. While you could hear what you assumed to be Tommy running to the door, you instead focused on the boy in the doorway.
He looked young, probably around eleven or twelve. Red horns poked out from behind his hair, and you could see a horned tail swaying as well. He moved aside for another boy to come in: Tommy. He looked around the same age, with blond hair and bright blue eyes. He turned towards you. “Finally awake, eh?” He asked. You nodded.
The pair walked towards you, the shorter of the two handing you the wet rag. You sighed as you placed it on your forehead, immediate relief flooding through your system. “We found you passed out in the field,” The boy with demon horns explained. “So, we brought you here. Oh! I’m Eryn, and this is¾”
“Tommy! The one and only! All the girls love me, you know?” He cut the other off.
You snickered at him, a fond smile on your face. You’ve always liked kids. Tommy seemed to take mock offense to that, eyebrows furrowing comically and a huff coming from him. “We should’ve left you in the field,” He grumbled. Eryn elbowed him in the side.
“Tommy!”
“What!? We should’ve!”
Eryn gave a final glare, before turning towards you. “What were you doin’ out in the field anyways? Did something happen?” You tried to talk but was only able to cough. Some of the smoke must have gotten in your lungs. You groaned internally. “Oh! Right, here’s some water.” Eryn carefully handed you the water, the two boys watching you gulp it down.
Eryn took the empty cup, handing it to Tommy to refill it. He whined at him having to be the one to do it but walked off anyways. “My…” You trailed off, clearing your throat. “My village was burnt down. Not far from here, I think.” Eryn frowned.
“My village was burnt down recently too. Weird, innit?” You nodded.
“Well, this is Tommy’s village. The people here are nice. You can stay here as long as you’d like if you want. I’ve been staying here too.” He explained, a kind smile on his face. He couldn’t be any older than a preteen, and yet he had apparently had his home burnt down. How was he acting so strong about it? You didn’t have the gall to ask, so you instead opted to answer his question.
“I probably will… if that’s okay, of course.”
He smiled. “Of course. I’ll check with the guy who runs the place, but it should be fine either way.”
Tommy came barging in a second later. “I’ve got your water!”
As time passed, you were able to finally leave your bed. You were accepted as the new member of the small town, and even became more acquainted with Tommy and Eryn. You found out both of them were twelve, but Tommy was older by a few months. He, of course, held this over Eryn any time he could.
You were fond of them. They were like little brothers to you.
Years passed since you first came into the village. Tommy and Eryn were both now fifteen, and you couldn’t be prouder of them for everything they’ve done. They were bright kids who you’d now grown attached to. However, it was when they were fifteen that Tommy would have to decide between a server and his home.
The invite to the server, Dream SMP, was hand delivered by Dream. He had found out where the boy’s village was— How? You had no clue,— and was willing to invite him and one other person. Immediately, he turned to Eryn, hope shining in his bright blue eyes. “This could be a new start for us, man! Think about it! And it’s to the Dream SMP! How fucking sick is that!?”
The Dream SMP was a small server, consisting of a few people, but the people in it were popular as well. George NotFound, Sapnap Halo, and Dream WasTaken were all highly regarded people. They made the server famous by simply being it. Everyone wanted in it, so once you get an invite, you don’t turn it down.
Eryn thought differently though.
He frowned, looking around at the village. “I don’t know. I like it here, Toms. I’ve grown close with them. They’re like family to me now.” He answered, making Tommy gawk at him. “But it’s to the Dream SMP, Eryn! This village will be fine without us. Just please say you’ll go, Eryn?” Tommy tried to do puppy eyes. Eryn simply smiled at him.
“Maybe if I get an invite later on, okay? But, right now, I’m content here.” Eryn looked over at you, then back at Tommy. “But maybe [Name] would like to go.”
Tommy looked over at you. You smiled back at him. “I’m good. I’ll stay here and keep Eryn company.” You could see the relief flash in Eryn’s eyes, despite how he was willing to let you go if you wanted to. Tommy huffed but didn’t press It any further. He didn’t seem mad, just slightly upset. Which was expected.
“Wait!” He suddenly snapped, turning to Dream. “if Eryn ever gets invited to the SMP— Which I’m sure he will after you realize how amazing and awesome he is— then can he use my extra invite?”
Dream seemed to hum in thought. “Sure, kid.”
“I’m not a fuckin’ kid, prick!”
Tommy was set off with his stuff the next morning, bright and early. You and Eryn say goodbye, watching Dream open up a portal for him and Tommy to walk through. The boy gave you and Eryn one last wave, and you could’ve sworn he was tearing up. He would’ve snapped at you if you said anything though, so you merely waved. You could hear Eryn sniffling though. And maybe you were too. Just a little bit.
More than a year had gone by when someone from the Dream SMP came by again.
Neither you nor Eryn were expecting to open the door to see Sapnap. He looked intimidating, with large horns that stuck out from his head and a bright gaze that resembled a flame. He smiled at you two though, holding two slips of paper in his hands.
“Two tickets to the Dream SMP. Just for you guys, per Tommy’s request.”
You and Eryn lit up at the mention of Tommy, hurriedly packing your bags. You were happy to see him again, and you could tell Eryn was too. He missed his best friend, and you missed your pseudo little brother. As Sapnap made the portal, Eryn couldn’t stop bouncing on his heels. “How is he? Toms, I mean.” He asked.
Something came over Sapnap’s face. Sadness, guilt, and sympathy. “He’s… doing okay, I think. He’s been through a lot, but I know he’ll be happy to see you guys.” Worry started churning in your gut. What could he have been through? Hopefully only normal teenager stuff. But you were glad he’d be happy to see you and Eryn.
The Dream SMP was… chaotic, to say the least. Just the look from the spawn made you think about what could’ve happened here. Sapnap gave you guys a short tour, until you guys came up to Tommy’s house. Which was a dirt shack? You and Eryn glanced at each other but made no comment about it. Sapnap knocked on the wooden door.
“Tommy? You in there? I brought some visitors.”
There was shuffling from inside, before a voice that unmistakably belonged to Tommy began shouting. “If you don’t have any of my wives with you, then go away!” Eryn snickered at that, and Sapnap rolled his eyes.
“They’re better than any of your wives, Tommy. Just come on out.”
There was grumbling and more shuffling, before the door swing open to reveal… Tommy?
He looked different. Much different. Not only was he taller than before, his blond hair had grown out, and now had a white streak in it. His once bright eyes looked dull. Scars littered his face, and a blue cardigan covered him up. He looked sickly pale too. You couldn’t dwell on that thought, even if you were sure Eryn was doing the same thing.
“ERYN! [NAME]!” Tommy shouted.
He tackled you and Eryn, unable to contain his excitement. Just like when he was smaller. You and Eryn both laughed, quickly returning the hug. Tommy leaned back, glancing between you and his former best friend, before laughing. “You’re here! Both of you! You guys actually came! Oh, my Prime, it’s been so long!”
“Too long, man!” Eryn laughed.
They were happy. Your pseudo little brothers had reunited, and they were happy.
After the reunion, Tommy began taking you on a tour. “A better tour than a wrong’un like Sapnap could give you,” He had said. The tour was fun, and you were happy to see them so happy, until Tommy suddenly stopped.
“I know who’s builds you guys will enjoy! Let me show you to the best goddamn builder you’ve ever fuckin’ seen.”
Although you and Eryn asked who it was, Tommy said that he’d save who it was for a surprise. He was most likely to be at his house anyways. So, you and Eryn followed Tommy through the Nether, to a different portal. That portal lead you all to a dessert which, as Tommy had said, was packed with wonderous buildings. You and Eryn awed at it, taking a look around for yourselves.
Tommy and Eryn had run off to look at the pyramid, but you stayed behind, looking at the large buildings. Whoever built all of it had amazing skill and too much time on their hands.
After more looking around, you heard footsteps from behind you. Tommy or Eryn, you thought. “This place is great, guys, really—” You turned around.
There, in front of you, was Foolish. Foolish from years ago. You gaped at him, and he gaped at you. “[Name]…?” He let out, taking a step towards you. That same anger from years ago that you had long forgotten came back. And it was boiling.
“Don’t say my name,” You hissed, watching him take a step back. “Don’t even speak to me. Not after what you did to my home. How fucking dare you, Foolish!?” You were yelling now, but you could care less. Years of anger that had settled at the pit of your stomach was rising to the surface now, and you were determined to let Foolish feel your wrath.
“I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry!?” You laughed. “You should’ve been sorry years ago.”
“I was sorry years ago!” Foolish snapped, his fists clenching. He let out a sigh. “I was sorry. I am sorry. It was supposed to be a heist. And then I got attached to you and it all went wrong. I wasn’t supposed to stay there for that long, or fall in love with you, but I did!”
You stayed silent. Only some words registered for you.
“You fell in love with me?” You murmured.
His eyes softened. “Yes. I’m still in love with you. I’ve thought about you every day.” Carefully, he brings a hand to yours, engulfing it in his warmth like he had years ago. Your hand shook in his grasp, and he placed a kiss to the top of it. Somehow that only made it worse.
Your lip trembled. “How do I know you won’t hurt me again?”
“Because I’ve changed. I promise I have. Let me prove it to you. Please.”
You’re conflicted. You want to forgive him, but you don’t. It’s been years, and holding onto anger isn’t good, you know that, but you can’t help it. Not when you can still hear their screams echo in your ears. Not when you can still feel the smoke in your lungs. Yet, somehow, some part of you wants to forgive him. Why?
Because it’s him. It’s Foolish who used to make you feel like you were on cloud nine; it’s Foolish who made you feel like you put the stars in the sky; it’s Foolish who made you feel special when no one else could; it’s Foolish who made you believe in love; it’s Foolish who you’re still in love with.
And maybe that’s not so bad, as long as it’s with him.
Tentatively, you bit your bottom lip, refusing to meet his gaze. “I don’t…” You hesitate, trailing off, but one look into Foolish’s green eyes and suddenly you feel like you can take on the world (for him). “I think I can forgive you with time. But not now.”
A grin broke across his face. He shouted in glee, abandoning your hand to pick you up instead, spinning you around happily. You squealed and laughed as he did too, his infectious laugher only make you laugh more. He held you close to him, and you can see the old Foolish in him. The one that made you smile until your face hurt and laugh until your stomach hurt. Maybe you could forgive him.
“I’ll prove to you that I’ve changed,” Foolish whispers, still smiling.
You smile back at him. “I’ll be waiting.”
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Okay.
Guys.
Drop your favorite Foolish, Dream, or Karl centric fanfics.
This is the first fandom I’ve been in where I haven’t read a lot of fanfiction. Lets change that.
#i did read the first two chapters if a foolish centric superhero au fanfic#it was good#but I need more#dream smp#dsmp#foolish gamers#foolishg#foolish g#foolish gamers fanfiction#dream smp fanfiction#dsmp fanfiction#foolish gamers fanfic#dream smp fanfic#dsmp fanfic#dreamwastaken#karl Jacobs#dreamwastaken fanfiction#karl jacobs fanfiction
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Who fell first, and who fell harder MCYT
George: You fell first and harder
Dream: He fell first and harder
Sapnap: He fell first, you fell harder
Tommy: He fell first and harder
Punz: You fell first and harder
Foolish: He fell first, you fell harder
Quackity: He fell first and harder
Wilbur: You fell first, he fell harder
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Foolish x fem reader
Foolish decides to help his crush on how to play Minecraft. Always provides whatever materials she needs. If he doesn't have it, he gets it immediately
If they decide to do a world together it would most likely be a chill and cozy one. His crush wanders around the map. She talks about how she wants to build a home in the cherry blossom biome and a base mine in the lush caves
He secretly constructs both buildings for her. He is bad with interior design, so he asks his chat/doozers for advice about the colors, furniture, and where should it be placed.
Then he tells her to log in to show a special surprise he made her and boom gives her the tour.
His crush is touched by his hard work and told him he didn't need to do it. Foolish would say "I wanted to because I love making you happy"
Oohhhh ohohoh that's cute as fuck!!
Minecraft Beds
You've been invited to join the QSMP and had gladly accepted. You've been streaming for about two years before they took notice of you and invited you.
You were ecstatic.
During the time before you would join, you'd gotten to know Quackity who was extremely nice and very good at talking down tour anxiety about joining an already formed group.
When you joined the very first time, you were the very first person on the server. You were streaming it, of course, but it was still pretty early and no one else was on at that time.
So, you took your time gathering basic materials and chatting with your viewers.
About an hour in, Foolish joined the server. You nervously sent a greeting in the game chat to which he responded with enthusiasm, asking you if he could join you and help you out.
You two quickly became friends, much to the pleasure of both your chats. He gave you some extra materials he didn't need and showed you around, helping you to get all the way stones so you wouldn't have to walk everywhere.
You streamed for about five hours but stayed on the game once you ended, mostly because you liked to keep Foolish company. In the end, you both played around ten hours together.
After about two weeks of the same daily occurrences, he brought up the idea of making a server for the both of them, so they could play together outside of the QSMP and just relax instead of being on edge with lore most times.
Once on the new server, you immediately took off and began looking for a cherry blossom biome, it was your favorite, you claimed when Foolish questioned you while running after you.
It took forever but you finally stumbled upon one, not before getting killed a few times by the nighttime mobs. You were ecstatic, gathering as much cherry wood as you could. You ended up making a very small house to hold you both over during the nights since gathering all the materials you'd need would take time.
Foolish took off exploring around the biome and stumbled upon a series of caves that eventually led him to a beautiful, huge, lush cave. You squeaked when he announced it, saying how much the lush caves were beautiful and you should build a base down there as well.
Eventually, you got tired. It was late, around one in the morning and you had promised your viewers a QSMP stream in the early morning. You said your goodbyes to Foolish and wished him a nice Sunday seeing as he didn't stream on Sundays.
Unknown to you, Foolish had begun streaming once you left, claiming he wanted to practice his building with different materials. He built you an amazing, huge house in the cherry blossom biome, well, the shell of it at least. He'd also started on a base down in the lush caves but he was mostly focused of the cherry house.
Anyone who watches Foolish knows this, he might be an amazing builder but he's not the best at decorations. Between the both of you, you were the decorator of the duo. Once he quickly built the shell of the house, he began asking his chat advice on decorating.
When they told him to just ask you, he caved and told them this was actually the server for both of you and he wanted to surprise you with the builds. They began spamming "simp" but he only laughed, while blushing, and urged them to help him with the decorations.
That next Tuesday, after both your streams on QSMP, Foolish was very insistent you log on to your shared server. You did so with a tired smile but frowned confused when you found yourself inside a dirt box.
He was quick to dig you out and guide you to the house. You were out of words, it was beautiful, more than what you imagine yourself making. Before showing you the interior, he ushered you to the lush caves where he showed you the, now-finished, base he'd made down there.
As you made your way back to the cherry house, he asked you to not judge his interior decorating and that you could change things around if you wanted. As you walked in, you were pleasantly surprised. You've grown used to helping each other while building, he'd help you build, and you'd help him decorate.
He had done incredibly well, you refused to change a single thing until you went upstairs to the bedroom. You noticed how there was only one bed in the room, when you brought it up he claimed because it was your house it only needed one bed.
You laughed and went to rummage through the chests until you found wood, wool and a blue flower. You turned to flower into dye, crafted a bed and dyed it blue before quickly placing it beside the one he'd put for you.
When he asked you why, you said, that since he made the entire house and decorated it, it was unfair to have him make a whole house for himself. He stayed quiet for a time and you were worried you'd read everything wrong until he spoke up,
"I wasn't expecting that." He laughed. You were quick to say that he could make another house for himself, you didn't mind but he cut you off, "No, no, no. I'll stay here with you. I only wanted to make it cause I love making you happy but if you want me to stay I can stay."
A week later, when Twitchcon came up you brought up going and he immediately booked tickets for the both of you.
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this is maybe more of a tragic what-if/possible headcanon than actual real analysis but just thought what if part of the reason qfoolish has this hate-love relationship to qbad is because hes afraid of losing him
like at first it was definitely genuine animosity- bad is annoying, and pokes and prods at him to get a reaction out of him, and no matter how much foolish tries or wishes he'd go away he keeps coming back. but then that's just it. he keeps coming back. and at this point foolish is used to losing people, or waiting for a promised reunion that will never come, or waking one day to find them gone without a trace, but at some point he finally accepts that badboyhalo is, somehow, the single (annoying) constant in his life. and somewhere along the line something that could be fondness looms on the horizon, but foolish won't let bad be a friend, can't let bad be a friend, because one day when he finally loses him too it'll be much easier if he's losing his greatest enemy rather than his closest friend
(though, perhaps inevitably, bad ends up being a bit of both anyways)
#vaguely inspired by post i rb b4 this but it was too much of its own separate thought to just add on or put in tags so i make my own post#and much like any time i go to make some kind of character thoughts post it takes me too long and ends up halfway into fanfic territory lol#landduo#foolhalo#qsmp#qsmp foolish#qsmp badboyhalo#foolish gamers#badboyhalo
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hcs of cute moments between quackity and streamer!reader at the streamer awards? 🥺
Thanks for the request!
Quackity and his S/O at the Streamer Awards HC's!
First at all, matching clothes! You'd wear a beautiful dress in the color of his blazer and pants and you'd be the hottest couple of the event for sure!@@
Taking a lot of pictures together <3 Also, other people taking a lot of pictures of you two because you both were just stunning together
He'd mention you on the red carpet. "Yeah, I'm here with my beautiful girlfriend, Y/N." Smiling to you behind the camera.
Alex'd call you to be part of his interview. Imagine him kissing you as you approach him? He'd hold your chin while his other hand goes to your waist 🥺 and he'd give you a peck on the lips
Lots of edits on TikTok later ksjsjsksk
Sitting next to him on the table means a hand on your thigh the whole event <3 Alex'd kiss you sometimes, whispering in your ear: "Eres tan hermosa, mi amor." You'd smile to him, kissing his face. "Thank you, baby. You're the most handsome man of the world." You say to him as his cheeks gain a little colour.
You both would be competing for two categories and when he wins, you'd hug him and kiss him <3 He'd do his speech and at the end of it, he'd say: "And I also want to thank my girlfriend for the support, she's the woman of my life. I love you, Y/N!" He says with his eyes on yours and then when he comes back, you kiss him. "I love you so much, 'Lex. I'm so proud of you, baby." You whisper, hugging him. "Thank you, corazón. I love you!"
Winning one of your categories would mean you'd mention him in your speech too :( Imagine him looking at you with a proud smile on his face as you say: "To my boyfriend, thank you so much for everything. You're also the man of my life and I love you so much!"
You'd spend the rest of the whole event being the most clingy couple of the world, hugging, kissing, whispering sweet nothings to each other and bothering everyone around you. "Jesus, guys. Get a room." You'd hear Foolish say as you'd kiss for the third time in five minutes. "If you complain again we're going to fuck in your bed, dude." You laugh as Alex answers him. "Ew." Foolish rolls his eyes and laughs.
After the event, you'd make out on his car 🤭 and then go to the party at Tina's house (the one Cellbit planned), but you'd leave sooner than everyone, wanting to celebrate at your own selves <3
Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy the writing! :)
Requests are open!
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Mermaids & Pirates 💜💛
#fooligetta#this classic AU fits this cubitos so GOOD aaaah#esque son tan bonitos deos x'D#foolgetta#vegetta x foolish#mcyt#vegetta777#foolish gamers#foolish x vegetta#mermaids and pirates AU#I have no plans for this I just wanted to finish this wip comic and keep going with my life x'D I just gonna go back reading fanfic
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Pierre: Guys- have you ever considered marrying each other at all? You- you look like a married couple
Foolish: NO NO NO
Bad: OH MY GOD - THATS TERRIBLE
Foolish: I just hate this guy - I just hate this guy
Bad: His jawline is fabulous, but I can't stand him
#qsmp#foolish gamers#qsmp aypierre#badboyhalo#LGBTQSMP I SAY#landduo#foolish is canonically pretty - confirmed by so many people now#also funfact that im gonna drop randomly: there is a fanfic on ao3 exactly like this-
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Qsmp Christmas icons
Like or reblog, If you save/use
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Dating Foolish headcannons
You’d have to deal with the long streams, which for me would be beyond annoying, but Foolish would be a doll making up for it constantly.
If he wasn’t streaming he would be with you, watching movies with you while eating ice cream or fresh popcorn depending on what mood you were in.
He’d have you cuddled into his side, protectively holding you against him as if he thought someone was gonna drag you away.
So many kisses, he would constantly be pressing kisses against your temple or cheeks, basically anywhere he could reach on you.
Some would be the overly loud and wet seeming ones to make you push him away
Others would be the soft loving ones meant to be purely between the two of you
I also see him being very into dance dates. Just dancing around the living room in pjs to any love song he can find for hours.
He’d also text you during streams, anytime he can look off camera to send you a random meme or tell you something he saw made him think of you.
You would also be allowed to walk in and highjack his streams if you wanted, whether it’s just for a simple wave to the viewers or to mess up his hair
I don’t think you’d ever kiss on stream though, probably a no PDA on stream rule at least for a while, just to not to make everyone go insane.
He’d have very few petnames but they would be used literally constantly “Babe, baby, my doll, sweetie” very basic but they are said with the most dramatic and love eyes every time it would make them that much more adorable.
He would also be the fake wrestler boyfriend, you would win every so often just because he finds it adorable when you get excited about it.
It’s so hard finding where to end these but I’ll end this one here and probably make another eventually because there’s never too many ideas!
#writing#creative writing#my writing#fanfic#foolish gamers fluff#dsmp foolish#foolish x you#foolish my beloved#foolish mcyt#mcyt foolish#foolishgamers#foolish gamers x reader
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OF DREAMS TOO DARK TO MENTION, OF LONGING, AND OF YOU
foolish's death shattered him. you're there to pick up the pieces.
# c!foolish gamers x gn!reader
word count: 1k words.
warnings: death.
bones' note: woooo haven't written in a while, take this c!foosh fic cause im in love with him
“Everybody behind you is defenseless.”
Red. Dark. Hot.
People are yelling, voices mixing among each other with panic imbedded in them, but he can’t make them out.
“They’re about to be slaughtered because of you.” Ant.
Everything comes rushing back to him: The Egg, the Red Banquet, the betrayal.
Anger settles itself deep into his bones, ugly and throbbing. He wants to yell, to scream, to go back in time and make sure the Red Banquet never happens.
Instead, he stays still. He doesn’t move. He can’t move.
“Foolish— your own son— is about to be slaughtered because of you.”
Ant steps beside him. Panic settles in him.
More people are talking, but he can’t make out what they’re saying over the ringing in his ears, over the dread of the inevitable. He knows what’s coming, and he doesn’t have the power to stop it, just like the first time.
“Puffy, you could’ve stopped this if you had stayed with the Eggpire, but this is your fault.”
A gleaming sword raises, and he panics and terror grips him and it’s coming down and it’s cold on his neck and he wants to run away, but he can’t and it cuts and oh god is this what it feels like to be mortal?
Foolish wakes up heaving, the scar on his neck burning and cold sweat dripping down his forehead. Another nightmare.
Just a nightmare, he tries to reassure himself, that’s all it was.
He puts his heads in his hands, trying to catch his breath, trying to remind himself that he’s not dead. He’s alive and breathing. He’s not dead. He’s still here.
He brings a hand to the scar on his neck. It burns, something it only does after nightmares and memories. It’s a reminder that Gods can die. Gods can bleed. Gods are not exempt from Death’s cruel hands.
It’s a reminder that peace doesn’t always work. It’s a reminder that Foolish failed.
There’s a question that worms its way into his head, brushed off as quick as it came, but it still sits in the back of his mind:
Would this had happened if he had been like his old self?
Would he had died if he had been using his hands to kill instead of build?
Would he be having nightmares if he had been everyone else’s nightmare?
But he doesn’t want to be that person anymore. He doesn’t want to live a life of anger and mistrust, only talking through his sword. He doesn’t want people to fear him anymore.
He vowed to leave behind his ways of violence.
Now, he could be peaceful. He could build instead of slaughter and still have the same control. He could create empires instead of tearing them down.
He could sleep at night knowing he wasn’t feared, and that he had people to fall back on.
It was nice. It was peaceful. It was safe.
But now he’s sitting here, head in his hands and wishing he had never gone to the stupid banquet. He was so ready to put water under the bridge. He was so ready for everything that has to do with the Egg to be left behind.
There’s a sour taste in his mouth at the thought of the Egg.
Rustling of the sheets behind him interrupt his thought process. He looks behind him, seeing your now awake figure sitting up. Any thought of the Red Banquet and the Egg disappears immediately, replaced by thoughts of you, you, you.
He would’ve never survived had you not been there when he died.
You were so frantic, panting from having run from the Egg room all the way to his Summer Home, but still worrying about him. You held him while he wept, reassuring him that he was okay, he could make it, he was strong.
Someday, he wishes he could shower you with the amount of love you showered him with that night (without the death part). Until then, he’ll keep finding ways to repay you.
His eyes soften as you yawn, rubbing your eyes. He takes your hand into his using a special kind of gentleness only reserved for you. His hand dwarfs yours, but he doesn’t mind. He thinks it’s cute.
Foolish brings your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the top of it. “Did I wake you up?” He whispers.
You shake your head, another yawn tumbling through your lips. “No, you didn’t,” You say softly, gaze focused on him. “Did you have another nightmare?”
Most times you awoke to Foolish hunched at the end of the bed, it was because he had another nightmare. You always told him that he could wake you up, but he never did.
“Was it that obvious?” He asked, a sheepish grin on his face.
“A little,” You admit, a cheeky grin on your face mirroring his. “But it’s okay. You’re okay.”
The gentle murmur of your voice makes him relax instantly. He’ll never tell you, but you always have a way of easing his panic. He doesn’t know how or why, but you just have a way. Sometimes he thinks you're magic.
He smiles softly, nodding at your words. “I know,” He says. “All ‘cause I have you.”
You scoff and roll your eyes. “You’d be fine even without me.”
He hums, shaking his head in disagreement. “Nah, I don’t think I would be,” He answers, giving your intertwined hands a gentle squeeze. “You’re like… my glue. I think I’d fall apart if I didn’t have you with me. You keep me in one piece.” Foolish slides back under the covers, pulling you into his side again, your head on his chest. He looks down at you. “Is that too cheesy?”
“Very,” You say, but your smile says otherwise. “But you’re too cheesy in general.”
“Only for you,” He says in return, laying a kiss on the top of your forehead.
You roll your eyes again, but don’t say anything, simply allowing your eyes to close. You’re sure you’ll fall asleep sometime soon— Foolish’s embrace has always been comforting in that way— but until then, you’re content to sit in silence.
Silence with Foolish has always been nice anyways.
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७ Especial Halloween . . . 120x120
curtida ou reblog são bem-vindos/like or reblog are welcome ♡ icons por @woojiniepk
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this was inspired by a Fooligetta fic called “you who is bound to the sea” by yourfauxentropy on ao3 and done at roughly 3am :’) I would highly recommend the fic it’s very silly and cute
I don’t know if this is their acc on here, but @yourfauxentropy is the author on ao3 :]
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brief lil fic i wrote bc i was having too many thoughts about landduo hurt/comfort
obvious warnings for mentions of missing eggs and general angst
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foolish walks out of his tower, having just finished organizing his loot from the dungeons he did today, and pointedly not dwelling for too long on anything other than the chests in that room. he still has a bit of time left today, and he's certainly not looking forward to trying to go to sleep and being left alone with his thoughts, so maybe he can finally squeeze some work in on the titan, or he'll go to spawn and run into someone else to goof around with and distract himself.
foolish gets halfway across the path to his warpstone when he finally notices bad on the shore. he's sitting on the ground outside his and dapper's first house, with his arms wrapped around his legs, knees tucked up to his chin, staring off blankly into the water as it waves and ripples against the land.
foolish pauses for a brief moment, and then turns to walk along the shore over to him.
"hey," foolish greets softly. bad turns his head to look up at foolish, but doesn't say a word. foolish notices the bags under his eyes. bad turns back to staring out at the water.
it's not an outright 'go away,' so foolish takes that as invitation enough to sit down next to him on the ground, curled up similarly to bad with his hands resting on his knees. for what feels like the first time all day, foolish lets out a deep breath, the full weight of his thoughts washing over him like the sound of the waves.
he thinks of leo. he thinks about how in the days leading up to the eggs' disappearance he didn't even get to see her, missing her by mere minutes. he thinks of the note she left in the chest in her room, he thinks about the totems left there and how wherever she is now, she doesn't have them. he thinks of vegetta, how he's probably going to come back and find out their daughter is missing. he thinks of all the other eggs. surely they'll all come back, right? the last time they went missing they came back. they have to come back, it's not fair for them to just be taken without any warning, without any explanation, without any closure.
foolish feels tears start to prick at the corners of his eyes, and tries to push the feeling away. bad is still sitting next to him, after all, and foolish can only think however he's feeling, bad must be feeling it worse, he practically took care of all the eggs. he doesn't need to add foolish having a breakdown in front of him on top of all of that.
foolish takes another few deep breaths, listening to the sound of the waves, letting his thoughts wash away with them, and he thinks he might be somewhere close to feeling normal again. and then he feels bad lean his head against his shoulder.
he looks down to find bad already looking up at him, and they share a brief glance before foolish wraps an arm around bad's back, pulling him in closer, and bad moves to fully wrap his arms around foolish's chest, and then foolish moves his other arm and they're hugging each other so tight foolish worries he might crush him.
and then foolish notices bad is crying- shaking, silent sobs with cold tears landing where bad has tucked his head near foolish's shoulder- and then foolish's carefully put up wall cracks, every last thought and emotion foolish had been bottling in rushing out in the form of tears that trail down his cheeks and fall against bad's back.
they stay hugging even after they've both stopped crying, until finally foolish feels bad push back against his hold and he releases him. bad pulls away, wiping at his face with one hand, still saying nothing. foolish has the impulse to poke fun at him just to regain a sense of normalcy, but quickly pushes it down. he has the feeling bad needed that just as much as he did.
they sit in silence again for a little while longer, staring out at the water and the now mostly set sun just barely dipping below the horizon, before bad stands up.
"uh, i should go… i have stuff i need to work on."
foolish stands up with him, feeling that whatever moment they were having before has now passed.
"yeah, yeah. me too," foolish says. bad turns to leave, and foolish puts out a hand to stop him. "uh. thanks, though."
it's doesn't feel exactly like what foolish really means, but it's close enough.
"oh. thank you too," bad says.
they go their separate ways, and they don't mention it again, aside from the knowing glance they share when they see each other the next morning.
#idk if this is worth putting on ao3 and either way i cant b bothered to fix it up enough for that rn so its just a post#qsmp#qsmp fanfiction#qsmp fanfic#foolish gamers#qsmp foolish#badboyhalo#qsmp badboyhalo#landduo#land duo#foolhalo#vaguely. you can interpret it however u want#i just have many thoughts about them being constants in each others lives and relying on each other for stability#but also never really actually saying or addressing it or even really thinking about it#also i am posting this at 2am if its shit thats my excuse lmao
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Along Came A Spider
A QSMP x Marvel mashup fanfiction by yours truly!
Featuring: Roier as Spider-Man, Cellbit as Black Cat, Vegetta as Iron Man, Foolish as Captain America and other QSMP creators as your beloved heroes and villains!
Ao3 link here!
This is a multi-chaptered fic that takes place in an imagined Marvel-themed universe that borrows certain themes and character traits from the QSMP. I myself am a HUGE Marvel nerd and Spider-man fan so of course I had to merge my two main interests. If you are as big as a Marvel fan as I am, please give my fic a try! Comments are kudos much appreciated 🫶
*No scheduled updates
*Guapoduo, Foolishgetta, Tntduo and Luckity are the only romantic (/r) dynamics. Everyone else is platonic!
#qsmp#qsmp fanfiction#qsmp fanfic#qsmp fanart#marvel#guapoduo#foolishgetta#spider man#qsmp and marvel mashup#this is the result of my obsession#tntduo#luckity#both or none there’s no in between#cellbit#roier#foolish gamers#vegetta777#more ccs are here too#i will not spoil
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Sleep Well (Foolish)
Hello everyone, sorry for this being ‘late’ but I found out something that is happening in my personal life. So maybe there will be sad story next time. Anyways. Thank you for 87 followers. I do appreciate so so much. This week story is Foolish. The song is sleep well by d4vd. I hope you enjoy.
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Yn
Talking to someone random on the internet can lead to many things. Good or Bad. You never know what is gonna happen. Maybe you are talking to some old guy maybe you are talking to genuine person. Or you are just talking to a boy. No matter what you never know what's on the other side. But with all odd I tried a website to text to a random person. So I took those odds and I texted a name online that is Foolish. He is 24. He from the state of Ohio. He played sports. Nothing else. He never told about work life. I never talked about mine. He never gave me his real name. I used a fake name aswell so I messaged him everyday in the app then gave each other our numbers. Then on the rest was just a guessing game of how we would meet. The message only do so much till he insists on calling me that night. That was more than I needed. The first time we called on the phone. He told me that he will call that night so I stayed by my phone. Trying to ease the anxiety I had with a movie. So I waited a hour passed then another and another. I just watched the movie not wanting to think of it till my phone rang. It was him. Taking in a breathe answering with an hello. When I heard his voice it wasn't how I imagined it. Not in a bad way I swear. His voice was noice. Honestly I could fall asleep to his words. He spoke clear. With a ramble sometimes. Going off to different subjects then back to the main topic. His laugh is my favorite. When we ended that call looking at phone just giving a smile. The call help me realize how deep in love with him.
After months, he was real. The person I talked to through a phone is real. This will be the first I seen him face to face. Never telling me his name. Never told me how he looked like. He said he was gonna be wearing blue and white lose flannel with black pants. Really hoping for more that that. But also he said he was gonna hold a sign with my name on it. Walking out of the plane I was nervous the more I walk the more it got real for me. Entering the building I found my bags making my way to the front. Looking around for someone matching his description. Within a minute I found him and I was Starstruck. From his hair to his eye to his smile with him holding the sign. All he did was look around and wait for me. This beautiful man was waiting for me. All I did was stare then walked up to him. He watched me walk closer as he started to walk to me with a smile. Standing two steps from each other. 'Hey y/n,' his voice just made me smile as I nod. 'Hey fo-,' he stopped me mid sentence, 'Noah, that my name my real name.' Giving a smile, 'nice to finally see you Noah.'
After that first time of meeting we would see each other once every two months. We never lost touch. He told me what he does and I would watch him ether from my phone or me getting him the food he order. Passing it to him and I sit in the back. I watch him talk to his chat. Watch him react to videos or him just playing games. All I did would stare at him. Chat would notice it happening and would type it out. I leave before he starts to ask me questions about what they are talking about. More and more I fell for him. It's like those he fell first and she fell harder scenario but it's one sided. Now I'm packing to head back home.
Noah
I wanted her to be mine. I waited to long for Yn not be mine right. When I first heard her talk I was scared she wasn't gonna answer or be upset if I didn't call her so I ended my stream early. I stared at my phone. Waiting for the perfect time to call her. When the time was right I did it. She had such a nice voice. Then I got to meet her few months later. She was prettier than I imagined. Now she's in my house. Helping me most times. Bringing me my food when I stream. Talk with my stream. She doesn't know but I notice her stare when I'm busy. Then notice other people in chat comments on it as I smile. I like her. I want to tell her before she leaves tonight. I wanted to tell her on the first time I saw her at the airport. But I never did. So tonight I will.
Yn
He ended his stream early as I stay in my room to hear a knock as I open the door. He stood there as a dear to headlights as i tilt my head. ‘Yes Noah?’ He blinked as he gave a soft smile. ‘I was wondering if you want to sleep in my room just for tonight because you will leave tomorrow.’ Now I felt the deer in headlights without know I just nod my head. With that he left. I stayed by the door not know what happened till he called my name. I made my way to his room. His room was neat not messy messy or clean clean just neat. Walking towards his bed as he went to the bathroom. Laying on his bed I just watch the ceiling basically hearing what he was doing in the bathroom. I didn’t know what was gonna happen so I laid on my side. Hearing the light switch go off I felt him going under the blanket. ‘This doesn’t have to be weird right?’ He ask, turning off to look at a glimpse of his face. ‘No why would it be weird?’ Feeling him get closer with his hand touching the side of my body. ‘So this is fine?’ I hummed getting closer to feel his body. His heartbeat were quicken as I give a laugh. There was silence between us. This silence was nice. Till he spoke, ‘the sunrise will be beautiful won’t it y/n?’ (I like you and I don’t want you to leave me) . His body started to relax as soon as he said those words. Giving a smile at those words. ‘I wouldn’t miss it anymore Noah.’ (I like you too and I won’t leave)
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