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quackarl · 7 months

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DATING FOOLISH · HEADCANONS

A/N: OMG, some of these include some dirty humor, or whatever you want to call it, so enjoy, I guess. Hahaha. I didn’t even realize how much there is of it. Sorry, or not sorry, hahaha.

He would always, always insist on picking you up from wherever you needed, especially from parties if it was late at night. I can see it going down two ways: sometimes he would very smugly pull up in his car with the windows down, wiggling his eyebrows and whistling at you to get in the car, “your ride: coming in hot.” He knows he’s attractive, he’ll take advantage of it every second of every day, no matter the situation. SMH. He’d then hold the door open for you from the inside and help you in by grabbing your hand and pulling you in, giving you a nice, slow, little smooch once you’ve settled in and quietly asking against your lips if you’re okay, and if you had a fun night. Or sometimes when he feels more needy towards you, he would hop out of the car to greet you more physically, feeling the need to get his arms around you greedily, because sometimes even a few hours apart is unbearable for him. He would not fret to fondle your body either there in the driveway, whether someone sees or not; he doesn’t care, he’s not waiting until you get home to show you some lovey-dovey if he feels like it. He’d ask if you’re finally ready to go home with him, and you nod furiously, because the thought of getting home and doing your nightly routine with him has never sounded so good. Anyways, no matter what, when you get in the car you would always immediately see that he has spread out his hoodie on the passenger seat for you to put on, in case you feel a little cold, or if you just want to snuggle with it and doze off while he drives you two home, if you were feeling exceptionally tired. Sometimes he has some water and food waiting for you in the car too, and he would even keep face wipes in the car as well at all times, in case you ever feel like freshening up or maybe removing some makeup, especially on nights like these. So, a full care package, technically. Curated with love. If you actually happen to be so tired that you keep falling asleep in the passenger seat, he’ll keep one hand on the headrest of your seat, so you can lean on his arm and therefore you get have him close to you even when he is driving. And he gets to make sure you’re comfortable. 10/10 experience. So, every time you’re going out for the night, you can always count on the thought of him coming to pick you up and it’s just a really nice thing you always look forward to. Sometimes it even makes you leave earlier than you intended to. But, who can blame you? You live for those little moments you have in the car, or outside of it, before he takes you home.

It would take a lot for him to try and stay focused on streaming whenever you’re around in the house. He’s taking ‘bathroom breaks’ every 20 minutes from the stream and, no, he’s not even going near the bathroom on those breaks, but instead he’ll find you and dump his daily dose of love and affection on you, acting like he has all the time in the world to do it. You would go for a lie-down on the couch and know he’s in the middle of a stream when you see the door to his room is closed and you can faintly hear him continuously talk about nothing in particular, and all of a sudden you hear nothing but the door opening and then he’s jumping on the couch, literally giggling and all, ending up landing on top of you, startling you in the process. You’d distraughtly ask him “aren’t you streaming right now?!” and he’d just nonchalantly shrug and smile smugly at you, “if ‘streaming’ means laying on top of you and wanting to make you see stars, then yeah, I sure am streaming.” This guy. You’ll eventually have to push him off and send him back to his stream, and he’ll pretend to be so upset at you, walking back to his room with his shoulders slumped and his head hung low, sighing and mumbling at himself, “guess I’ll go back, unloved and disregarded by the one who means the most to me... I can feel my little heart crumpling up, but who cares, right?” and dramatically closes his door. Soon you’ll hear him normally chatting and laughing again, sounding very much like himself again, and you’ll smile at yourself, because he truly is something else, isn’t he? After literally 20 minutes, you’d be in the kitchen preparing something to eat for yourself, and what you don’t know is that he has excused himself from the stream again for another ‘bathroom break’, and this time you didn’t even hear his door open, because he’s being extra sneaky this time around. He’ll successfully sneak up behind you in the kitchen where you’re busy cooking, and then whisper in your ear “that for me?” That would startle the hell out of you again, but you don’t have too much time to be flabbergasted, before it would hit you that he has once again left his stream and chat unattended and unentertained, so you immediately scold him again for it, “go back to your stream!”, to which he just full-on bursts into playful cackles and says something so stupid in hopes to rile you up even more, like “so, no head?” and keeps laughing like there has never been a better time for him to get on your nerves. You definitely kind of have to push him away and send him back to his room again. He’s still snickering when he eventually returns to the stream, munching on some food he managed to steal off your plate anyway, chat being not too amused themselves, lol. He has a lot of explaining to do, especially if he plans on taking more ‘bathroom breaks’, which he totally is. Poor chat.

He’s so attentive to you, your wants and needs, your interests, your favorites, everything! And definitely enthusiastically notices every change in your appearance too, small or big, you don’t know how he even sometimes notices them. Whenever you actually have undergone a change in appearance, he’s just swooning over it the moment he sees your new look. “Holy—” he stutters as his eyes bulge, “you just rocked my world in a brand new way.” Like I said, he is swooning. He would always be supportive about every change you make, especially if it means that you’ve done something that makes you feel a bit more like yourself, a little bit more confident. You would never have to worry about it, he always finds you incredibly attractive, only has eyes for you. That’s true love right there. He’s not taking his eyes off you for the rest of the day, or the week, telling you every time you notice it that he’s “still getting used to you getting even more beautiful.”

He has a really great talent of tasting... and you figured that out whenever he would recognize what the flavor of your lipbalm is whenever he kisses you. “Strawberry!” “What?” “Your lipbalm, or whatever it is. That’s strawberry flavor.” Sometimes he can’t let it go. You’ll smooch him before you leave him to do some work and when you return, he looks mentally gone, so you’ll ask him, “what’s wrong?” He’ll cry out to you, “I can’t figure out what the flavor of your lipbalm was today! It’s that, like, orange fruit.” “It’s literally called ‘orange’.” “No way!” You didn’t even think too much about it at first, how much effort he puts into that. He’ll definitelty use your lipbalm too, sometimes. You’ll look over to him and catch him in the act, applying your lipbalm on himself, “is that mine?!” He stops in his tracks and starts snickering uncontrollably, kind of embarrassed, putting your lipbalm down, “it’s not fair that only your lips get to be tasty! And this way, you’re technically kissing me even when you’re not. It’s like two birds, one stone, or however it goes. You know?” You just suppress a smile and shake your head at him. He’s so ridiculous. Ridiculously cute, may I add.

He thinks ‘Foolish’s property’, or ‘FG’s property’ should be your brand. If he ever was to hack your social media, I think that’s what he would change your bio to. Especially if you guys hadn’t announced it to the public yet that you’re dating each other, one day, boom, that’s what your bio says, and now everyone’s figuring it out. Welp. He’s such a little troublemaker sometimes, thinking that’s the perfect way to announce your relationship to everyone. It would kind of become your thing, or your ‘brand’ like he wanted to, ever since then and unfortununately, people would not live it down. Foolish would not make it any easier for you by acknowledging people in chat talking about it, and add fuel to the fire by saying how much he likes it. It would blow so out of proportion that a fan would make you a keyring with the phrase ‘FG’s property’. It’s still to this day hanging from your bag. He loves it. Don’t encourage him any further though, or fans will start making you bracelets with that phrase, too. You would secretly love it, though.

Sooo many beach days. We all know he loves them. He loves them even more with you. You two would walk in the sunset, sharing a cool popsicle, he’s showing off for you again, literally carrying your clothes for you by throwing them over his shoulder and brushing his wet hair back, making sure you see all of it. He’s putting on a show for you and pretends he doesn’t know he’s doing it. He probably takes his damned surfboard with him too and covers your body with it, if he gets too jealous of people looking at you. Imagine just laying on the sand with him, a little out of breath and cold when you get out of the ocean, and he tries to occassionally smooch you and it still freaks you out to do it in public. Because you know he’s a tease, and you never know what he’s up to. He promises to control himself, or at least his hands. Can’t say the same for his eyes. He watches you and your body at times so… hungrily that you ask him what’s wrong. He just grins at you and tells you that, “in my mind you’re already naked”, and you get so flustered and your face gets so hot that you have to actually walk away from him. He also grins every time he catches you running your eyes over him, because he knows maybe you’re thinking the same thing. Can’t take you two anywhere. SMH. JK.

He would try so hard to live up to the image of a handyman from your dreams. Whenever something needs repairing, he’s right there to fix it. Or it could be something as simple as changing a lightbulb and he would go all the way for that. You leave him to it and a few minutes later when you return to the room, he’s all in the element. He would have literally pushed and tied his hair back and taken his shirt off, flexing his muscles, whistling and chewing some gum. Yeah, he would be so extra, in full gear, even where’s not much to do. You’d ask him, “this isn’t necessary, is it? It’s just a lightbulb.” He’ll interrupt and shush you, “why not?! I’m putting in hard work.” How many Foolishes does it take to change a lightbulb? One, but he is jacked. Let’s be real, he would do this when he is doing chores too. You’ll assign him to empty the dishwasher and instead of quickly getting to work to get it over with, he’s being extra as hell and doing the same thing, tying his hair back and removing his shirt. He’s secretly hoping that you’ll walk in and like what you see and offer him some distraction. “Are you going to war, or what?” you’ll tease him instead when he stretches. “Well, yeah, the chores seem to have your attention nowadays more than I do, so, yeah, I’ll fight them,” is what he replies. Not gonna lie, you find it a little funny, that on top of him trying to impress you he has also somehow managed to make himself jealous. So, expect running into a wild Foolish showing off in the house when you least expect it. Sometimes you make fun of him for it and how hard he still tries for you, like that one time you asked him to put the dry laundry back to its’ place and he told you, “I’ll put you in your place in a second, too. You just wait.” Oops. He did. You still make fun of him sometimes, but this time with a motive.

So, about the PDA. Sorry to say it, but his signature move is smacking your butt. And make it as extra, and as embarrassing and annoying for you as possible. If you two ever were to bake together, at first it would be such a cozy evening of baking, unless it’s not so cozy anymore when he tells you, “if only I could get my grabbers on you,” and before you have any time to object, boom, your butt is full of floury handprints. He definitely takes a picture of it when you’re not looking. If you were having a nice day at the beach together, guess who constantly has sandy handprints on their butt? Yep, you. You would definitely feel kind of embarrassed, but he just laughs at you and tells you not to fret. He definitely wants to snap a fun, little sexy picture of it too. For what purpose? You’ll never know. There’s been a time when you’ve been renovating your friends bedroom together, a friendly offer, just painting some walls, and you already know that whenever he has some paint on his hands, he would just reach out and land a smack on your butt, staining you, before you had any time to react. Too bad you had to walk home after that and didn’t have spare pants to change into with you. Foolish feels no shame whatsoever, unlike you, who just doesn’t want to be seen by anyone with these major handprints on your bottom. So, whenever there’s something for him to smudge around, watch out, because he’s not afraid to get his hands (and you) dirty. One of his love languages, perhaps, considering how often he does it.

Whether you want it or not, you’re kind of like his workout buddy now. Or more like a piece of equipment. You’re not sure anymore at this point. But you do know that he usually ends up with more stamina than he started with when you join his work-outs and he can’t take the new-found sexual tension that forms with he’s all giddy and giggly every time he insists you two do that couple-y thing, where you’re lying underneath him while he’s doing push-ups. Sometimes when he lays there on top of you, you really cannot help it that your mind starts wandering, and he calls you out real fast with a blush on his cheeks, (because he’s thinking about it too), and a strained “get your mind out of the gutter”. You do, until he makes you sit on his back while he’s doing push-ups and your breath kind of hitches at his remarkable stamina and strength. It’s all fun, until it’s not, when he starts doing it at nights when he can’t sleep. Sometimes you’d wake up in the middle of the night in an empty bed and he’s on the floor doing push-ups and says, “oh, thank God you’re awake, giddy up and get under me.” You have to refuse, because it’s literally 3 AM and you’re dead tired. The next day he’s at it again. This time he’s doing sit-ups on the bedroom floor and calling for you to sit on him, “saddle up, I’m waiting.” You’ll hesitate, because how would that even work and he’ll huff at you, “oh, so now it’s a problem. If we were to get hot and heavy, you wouldn’t even think twice about it.” Who knows, maybe he invites you to take a shower with him afterwards, (happens 9 out of 10 times). It’s sort of a ritual now. He thinks you spoil him everyday by being the most stunning person alive, so he thinks he needs to catch up a little too and keep himself fit for you. As if you would ever lose your interest. At first you think working out is a drag, until it becomes fun with him, and now you two do it as often as you can. He would definitely smugly propose some more couple-y stuff and moves every time too, sometimes so inappropriate you have to refuse. It’s your job to keep up with him and keep him in check.

#foolish x reader #foolish x you #mcyt x reader #foolish headcanons #dream smp x reader #mcyt x you #mcyt headcanons #foolish gamers x reader

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kumezyzo · 6 months

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Hii !! You’re fics are so good I’m really annoying them :D could I request some dad foolish I never see much on him !

hiii, thank youuuu!! and to preface, i have a very little understanding of foolish as a person. not in a bad way, just in a fic writers way. so if this is terrible, i am SO sorry. I've diagnosed him as a really cute and bubbly type. and i have NO IDEA how he speaks. so that's my bad if this is ass.

anyway, enjoy! or dont :) m.list

pre-dad!foolish who announces to his stream that your pregnant by just having you come in with your six month old bump.

his chat is very very confused when they see you pregnant. they think its a joke until they realize that neither of you are joking.

pre-dad!foolish who cuddles you in bed, rubbing your bump happily. he knows how much pain the skin of your belly can get, so he rubs and massages you whenever he can.

pre-dad!foolish who likes kissing your belly and getting a little kick in response from your baby.

pre-dad!foolish who tries your pregnancy cravings with you. his immediate reaction is to gag at the odd mix of flavours, but then feels bad and tries to say something positive about it.

"what, you don't like it?" you ask him teasingly as you take a bite of your pickles and whipped cream.

"no, its good," he tried to say with a straight face. but his wobbling bottom lip and the crease in his brow gave it away.

pre-dad!foolish who tries his best to be completely calm when you finally go into labour.

dad!foolish who can't let go on your little girl when she's born. hes always hugging her and giving her little kisses.

he had the biggest smile on his face as he holds your daughter close to him. you watch from your spot on the hospital bed with a soft smile.

"hey, my pretty baby," he coos softly, admiring her sleeping face. then he looked up at you, smiling even wider, "hi, my other pretty baby."

dad!foolish who you will find cuddled up on the couch with your daughter. she's laid flat on his chest, gripping his shirt in his little fists. the sight alone makes your heart melt.

dad!foolish who likes kissing and kneading at the loose skin on your stomach.

"thank you for giving me my beautiful daughter," he says right up against your belly. he's mentally directing it to your uterus.

"you're welcome?" you say in confusion, running a hand through his head when he kisses you softly. but you do like to say, he helped you not be self conscious of the loose skin or your stretch marks.

dad!foolish who introduces your daughter to his stream very quietly because he chose to do it while she was sleeping.

"guys, look at her!!!" he whisper yells, turning to let the camera see her face drooling om his shoulder. you're sitting in his chair, watching with a smile on your face. "she's so cute!!!"

dad!foolish who cant help but feel so happy when he sees his two girls happy and healthy.

the dividers arent my favourite colour but we're gonna run with it. i really do hope yall liked this. and that it makes some sense for who he is as a person... -nony

#foolish x reader #foolish x you #foolish #foolish x yn #foolish fics #foolish fluff #foolish gamers #qsmp foolish #foolish x reader fluff #foolish hcs #foolish headcannons #dad!foolish #bf!foolish

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plutodexay · 11 months

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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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2braincellslz · 2 years

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dating cc!foolish and cc!sapnap headcanons? separately, not like a poly relationship

Foolish! My beloved. Even though I know like nothing about him lmao.

Cc!Foolish dating HCs

Foolish x GN!reader

Himboooooooo

He's a sweet boy though.

A single kiss on the cheek or forehead or anywhere and he stops whatever he is doing and asks for more.

He loooooves pet names. Give pet names and being called pet names. He loves pet names.

If you call him by his real name or god forbid his full name, hes instantly like "did I do something wrong? What happened?"

Manz has no clue on how to plan a date. You have to plan them all.

He makes up with his shittoy date planning skills with amazing gift giving skills.

His love language is gift giving, words of affirmation, and physical affection.

He brings in random animals all the time. He once brought in a raccoon. You had to sweep it out.

His favorite dates are gaming dates. He likes to run off and build you something and then drag to to see it.

I love him.

Cc!Sapnap dating hcs

Sapnap x gn!reader

He calls you darlin. Sorry not sorry.

He likes to cuddle. When you guys do cuddle he liked to send you tik toks even though you guys are on top of eachother.

He likes to cary you around. You are his royalty.

He also like to feed you. He will silently press a M&M to your lips and wait.

He dose not have a single romantic bone in his body. But we love him. Hes doing great.

He loves dates but like Foolish, he has no idea how to plan one. Hes tried but they are usually just watching movies.

He also loves PDA. Hes a lovely baby.

He'll come running to you like. "BABE!" And show you a video of people petting otter paws.

You two just reference things back and fourth to eachother.

He seems like the kind of guy to like Sam O'nella. He especially likes to references "is that fucking fish jenga!?"

No I will not explain that.

He likes scaring you around the house. Hes always running up behind you and yelling.

He loves pranking with you. George and Dream are never safe.

Has probably gotten sick and instead of telling you like a normal person he goes "babe.... I fuw up..."

Idk man, I'm trying.

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sunshine-on-marz · 2 years

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could you write cute little things about dating quackity, punz, foolish, and sapnap? (separately, and all cc!)

Bro I’m skipping so many asks and a WIP to write this cause I really want to make it known that I WRITE FOR MORE THAN JUST SBI!!!! So I hope you like this!

Quackity

This man loves you so much

And he makes it known

Did a stream once just to show off the the Minecraft world the two of you had been working on

You know how some couples have a date night schedule to like… idk, go to their favorite restaurant once a month. Then they do that on top of any other dates. Y’all know what I’m talking about?

Y’all do that with gaming.

Atleast once a week the two of you put aside and hour or two where you both put down your phones, lay on the couch, and play video games together.

He gives shoulder kisses

Buys you both matching beanies.

Punz

Definitely calls you his ‘gorgeous baby’

Your anniversary is his phone password

I feel like he’d love doing arts and crafts with you. Just little stuff like origami and painting rocks, but it’s still super sweet

Picks you up like this

Long, long, sweet kisses

Foolish

THE HIMBO!!!!

Takes you to the gym with him and spots you

He loves when you sit on his lap

Quick neck kisses

Dances with you even if there’s no music playing

He builds you pretty statues and other Minecraft stuff

Promise rings!!!

Sapnap

Calls you “darlin’” and “sugar” and “babe”

Cannot shut up about you. “CLAY!! Did you know that y/n did [mundane task]” “ok?” “They’re the best”

(Reluctantly) lets you do his hair

Buys you two matching shoes

Teaches you how to/plays Valorant with you on stream

Wakes you up with breakfast in bed the next morning whenever you have a bad day

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EEEEEE I RLLY LIKE THIS!!!!!!

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itsonlydana · 2 years

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"the consequences of kissing your homies" ➷ Foolish

➛ pairing: cc!Foolish x gn!reader

➛ idea: you should never propose a game of trying to recognize which friend is kissing you while you wear a blindfold, not when you are madly in love with one of them

➛ word count: 2k

➛ tags/warnings: none, fluff, making out, reader kisses sapnap, karl, foolish and punz

➛ an: me and a friend play a game where she finds my simp-comments under edits of foolish on tiktok and i think i set my personal record after all those irl streams

You're always smarter in retrospect.

This thought drilled into your head as a black shirt was tied around your eyes and the last thing you saw were the four grinning faces of your friends - then there was only darkness.

It was overwhelming to see nothing and notice so much more at the same time. You rubbed your flat clammy palms over the fabric of your pants, from your thighs to your knees where they rested pressed together, sandwiched between your legs bobbing up and down. "These are the consequences of your smart mouth" you talked to yourself in your mind "You have to go through this now"

"Okay, how many fingers am I showing?", Sapnap asked you as a test after the knot in the back of your head had been carefully tied down by Karl.

You stared strained against the fabric in front of your eyes. "Four? I don't know, I can't see anything." And that was exactly the bad thing. You couldn't see what the four boys were up to and doing, could only guess from Karl's quiet giggle that at least they were having fun with the whole thing.

This game had been your idea, the result of a stupid comment about the inability of Foolish to recognize burgers correctly and that it couldn't be that hard to guess things when you can't use your eyes. Karl, who had no problem showing his affection with physical effection anyway, immediately jumped on the thought train and claimed he could recognize all his friends by kissing.

Maybe you should have thought before you claimed to be able to do that. Maybe it was stupid to look past your feelings for Foolish and kiss him just because you didn't want to take back your words.

You' re always smarter in retrospect, but you dreaded the road to this point.

You took a deep breath, your own heartbeat beating loudly in your ears, and you feared the boys would notice how unsure you had suddenly become. But they were busy with themselves, you could hear them whispering from a corner of the room, probably about an order, but as much as you tried to understand their murmurs so you could mentally prepare yourself for when it was Foolish's turn, they were unintelligible.

Footsteps approached and you pushed your back straight through. "So?" you asked in a slightly wavering voice "Do you still have the guts or do you want to give up before you lose?"

"Well whoever kisses you has won anyway...ow what man?"

While you rolled your eyes at Sapnap's first statement, you cracked them wide open at the swearing. He had definitely been lightly beaten by someone, you could guess that from the gasp and the muffled boxing noise, but who among the guys would overreact like that to a clear joke like that? Since you had met, the conversations had consisted of either teasing each other or overdoing the purely platonic flirting. Not that it's anything new, from the beginning you were all very open to each other and the closer you got to each other the more risqué some of the flirting statements were, just look at Quackity and Foolish. For whatever reason Sapnap got backlash for that joke was a mystery to you, but maybe you got into such thoughts out of sheer panic.

"Besides, we're not giving up, are we guys?" asked Punz, the tension instantly dissipated.

For you, too, all caution was blown away as footsteps approached. Automatically, you raised your head slightly, so that the person would only have to lean down to kiss you.

Briefly you thought about how stupid your idea was and how much it could destroy your friendship with Foolish, but then you heard breathing near you and before you saw it coming, pun intended, a pair of lips brushed yours. It wasn't even a second of contact, just a hint of a touch that didn't send butterflies fluttering around in your stomach or turn your vision pink behind the blindfold. Just a brush, there for a moment and gone right away. If each of the guys kept it that brief, you'd have no trouble working your way through this and not break out in a love panic. Relieved, you exhaled a breath held far too long, relaxed a little.

"Punz," you said with a firmness in your voice that made the man blow air out of his cheeks. "What? Even a fraction of a millisecond from a kiss is enough to let me taste those white claws you drink. Next."

Places were switched, Punz dropped down next to you on the couch and someone else squatted in front of you. The next set of lips was softer, sticky from a recently applied and cherry tasting chapstick you had seen in the hand of one of the guys just a few minutes ago, but before you could respond the person burst into a series of uncontrollable giggles that -even if you had guessed wrong- would have removed any doubt you had one hundred percent.

The giggle was infectious and rolled over you a wave of complete relaxation about the whole situation, making you shake your head in laughter. "Karl! Of course I recognize you when you laugh!"

"Well great," Punz complained with a smile in his voice from your side "Now you've given them a point"

"And I thank you very much" you grinned, wiping away the remains of his chapstick with the back of your hand. Karl stood back up, his hands propped on your knees. You really could have recognized him without the laughter, already today he had pressed a kiss on your cheeks twice on the stream and once met your mouth, which fortunately the camera hadn't caught.

You prepared yourself for the next kiss, the next one had a 50/50 chance of being Foolish and although you hoped he might not be up for such a game and drop out at short notice, you could feel the excited shiver that traveled over your entire body at the presence of either Foolish or Sapnap in front of you. It was six tense seconds of the person in front of you resting, taking time to lean down, and you felt a hot breath hit your face. You heard a heavy swallow, a hitched breath, and you felt the heat creep up the back of your neck. Just as you opened your mouth slightly to make a joke, the person bridged the last few inches and his lips met yours, open and hot. Your eyes fluttered shut behind the blindfold as the sensations swept over you and overwhelmed you. You knew instantly who just kissed you, whose lips were so perfect on yours that they had to be meant for each other, and you took a shaky breath into the kiss. A single word, a single name, your whole world

"Foolish"

He didn't break away from you right away, but remained in front of you for a moment, his lips hovering over yours, that you still felt every breath. And then he kissed you a second time, a brief peck that you tried to chase, knowing you would never again experience a kiss as sweet and real as this one, because no one would make you feel the way Foolish did.

You had won the game, but you still felt like a loser as you slowly took off the blindfold and couldn't even look in Foolish's direction without feeling a pang in your chest.

The rest of the evening was a blur, quickly passing games and conversations that could have actually been a wonderful distraction from what was to come as the night drew ever closer.

Because of course, it was today of all days that Quackity arrived and you had naturally agreed to have no problem sharing a bed with Foolish. Before the kiss you had had no problem, before the kiss you were happy to have sleepover parties with one of your friends who was also your crush but mostly your friend.

After the kiss, your heart's priorities had changed a bit.

You excused yourself earlier than the others, hoping to fall asleep before Foolish decided to go to bed. As fate would crucially have it, you had just sat down on the bed and were about to turn off the bedside lamp light when there was a knock on the door and Foolish came into the room at your hesitant "yes."

"Are you okay?" he asked and you wanted to cry out in frustration at his loving care, instead you just nodded. Foolish stepped further into the room until he sat down at the edge of the bed. You continued to avoid his gaze, suddenly all the lint on your sleeping top was much more interesting. "(y/n)", Foolish began and your grip around the hem of your shirt tightened, nails digging into the fabric "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable with the kiss"

"What?" your gaze shot up from a particularly attention grabbing piece of fluff to Foolish whose dark eyes were on you "You didn't make me uncomfortable, how come-"

"So that kiss didn't change anything for you?" asked Foolish, and you swore the earth shook under his words.

"No," you lied under bated breath, your voice no louder than a whisper that let your lie fill the silent room. You couldn't tell him the truth, you valued your friendship too much for that, even if it seemed to be on the brink right now, for a shadow flitted across Foolish's serious gaze.

Then he leaned closer. "If it hasn't changed anything, then surely I can repeat it."

The earth shook, time stood still, and the angels in heaven sang praises as Foolish kissed you, again, without blindfold, without any games. There was no excuse as to why you welcomed his kiss, other than pure desire to surrender to the feelings ripping you off your feet and surrender to him. As much as you wanted to keep your eyes open and see that it was really Foolish who just kissed you with everything he had, when he climbed onto the bed and leaned over you they fluttered shut and you let him gently press you against the pillows. You were drunk on his lips, addicted within seconds to them and the way they fit perfectly on yours. Foolish's hands gripping the back of your neck knocked down every wall around your heart, crumbling the protection between you and your feelings, and you gave up trying to ignore them. One of his hands ran over your shoulder, down your chest and to your heart, resting over the rapid pounding against your ribcage as he pulled your head closer with his other hand on your neck. There was not an inch between you, no room for denying what you both felt, no more room to run away from each other.

There was no game, no guessing whose lips belonged to whom, and yet Foolish kissed you as if he was desperate to prove to you that it was because of him that stars danced in front of your closed eyelids and tears of joy welled up in your eyes.

The feeling of his body on yours, his one leg between yours and his chest against yours, was crushing and grounding, his smell -his perfume, his shaving cream and just him- real and no longer a part of your fantasy, your hope.

You raised your hands, burying your fingers in his long black hair, and Foolish inhaled sharp into the kiss. Finally you managed to open your eyes, (e/c) met a dark brown, almost black and in them love.

#mcyt x reader #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt writing #mcyt imagine #mcyt headcanons #foolish gamers fanfiction #foolish gamers imagine #foolish gamers x reader #foolish gamers x you #foolish x reader #foolish x you

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milqueandsugar · 2 years

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I desperately need headcanons for a reader with astraphobia(the phobia of lightning and thunder) and getting comforted!

🏵 Your Tea Is Ready 🏵

Genre: hurt comfort

Warnings: None

| Philza |

He hadn't a clue of your fear before this day, he would never have been able to guess

He's seen you tear beasts limb from limb , slay armies on your own

To say he was dumbfounded at first was an understatement

He had never seen you scared before, worried, shocked, startled yes but never, ever scared

He hardly recognized you

It didn't take long for him to put two and two together and he was by your side in moments

He wraps his big, used to be fluffy, wings around you and covers your ears.

You don't say anything, neither one of you have anything to say anyways

But you sit I each other's company until the down pour becomes a shower, then a drizzle and soon only the run off from the roof could be heard outside

He didn't ask about it, he didn't need to

But from then on, he payed a little closer attention to the skies.

| Foolish |

Foolish liked to fuss with his powers every now and then

It had gotten into a habit when he was young, when training and adapting to his God hood

He never grew out of training however, and he always kept the crackle of lightening in one hand

It was a slow day, the two of you lounging around and patching up the roof, he was really the only one doing the work you were simply enjoying the view

He had hardly registered the rattle of bones before an arrow flew past his head

You had jumped for your sword, having spotted the skeleton stowing away in the waters of your well (gross)

Foolish was faster though, and the sound of a rolling thunder made your hands tremble, even through closed eyes you could see the strike of lightening, feel it shake you like a rag dill as you stumble

Foolish, on a roll this evening had caught you before your knees truly buckled, he cursed and cursed as he brought you too his chest

How could he have forgotten? A moment of instinct made his heart shatter for you, he had ways promised to warn you, how could he be so..so idiotic?

When you had recovered from your fright you'd better give him some reassurance, in his eyes he might as have stabbed you

It takes some time but eventually you both calm, and decide to get back to work, and you too your view, even if he stopped every few minutes to make absolute sure that you were alright

| Niki |

When she heard the thunder her feet started moving before her mind did

Her groceries were long forgotten and you were placed in the forefront of her mind, and her worries

The sight of her bursting through the door was far more frightening then the distant thunder had been so far, but you were happy to have her home none the less

She brings you straight to the basement, out of sight out of mind right?

Niki keeps you busy with everything from board games, baking, reorganizing and sparring to keep you mind from the growing storm outside

If she's good at anything, it's being a distraction, and despite the Goose bumps and the hair on your neck beginning to rise you enjoy your time with her, and of course she with you as well

Together you leave the basement and pick up after the storm, fixing the roof, windows if need be, mopping up from a window you two always seem to forget about and joking all the while

When things begin to come to an end, and exhaustion has claimed you both do you finally remember what had been nagging you all day

"Niki?"

"Mmhmm, sugar?

"What happened to the groceries?"

#dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #dsmp imagine #mcyt x you #dsmp x you #philza x reader #philza x y/n #philza x you #foolish x reader #foolish x you #foolish x y/n #nihachu x you #nihachu x y/n #nihachu x reader

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r4in-nsfw · 2 years

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Foolish Hcs

Completely unrelated but omg puppy boy Foolish yes

SUB FOOLISH

pet play omg i think he's really into collaring and shit

he really likes being praised and being called a good boy, gives him butterflies

i think he's into wax play tbh, having hot wax poured over his body, the only light coming from the flame. yes

he's got lots of stamina so i think overstim is pretty hard to achieve with him.

he has an oral fixation, riding him while he sucks on your fingers ughh yessss.

he cries alot, tears rolling down his cheeks as you edge him over and over again

DOM FOOLISH

He likes choking alot tbh, like hardcore breathplay, wrapping his hands around your throat, choking you until your lips turn blue. obviously theres a way to tell him you need air, like tapping his arm to signal for him to stop

i think he kinda likes spitting on his partner too, in their mouth and just anywhere on them.

he's the type to tease alot, rubbing his cock on your clit and, watching you beg and squirm before he finally puts it in.

he likes slapping, slapping your ass, your tits (if you have them) or just your face tbh, he likes seeing the marks he leaves

possessive, he'll leave marks all over you, hickies, bruises, handprints anything.

'im just marking whats mine, love'

#foolish smut #foolish x you #foolish x reader #foolish gamers smut

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yettobedetermined7 · 2 years

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Imagine dressing up and being apart of this stream with Karl and Foolish

#mcyt x reader #dsmp x reader #dsmp x y/n #dsmp x you #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x you #dsmp imagine #mcyt imagine #foolish gamers x y/n #foolish x you #foolish x y/n #foolish gamers x reader #karl jacobs x platonic reader #karl jacobs x male reader #karl jacobs x y/n #karl jacobs imagine #karl jacobs x reader

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disturbed-and-depressed · 2 years

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Foolish: Talk dirty to me~

Y/n: Inflation is a serious problem and lumber prices are at a high.

Foolish: Wha-

Y/n: The economy is in shambles.

#dream smp #dream smp x reader #dream smp x y/n #dream smp x you #dream smp incorrect quotes #foolish gamers #mcyt foolish #foolishg x reader #foolish x reader #foolish x you #foolish x y/n

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stardustluvs · 7 months

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I saw that you write about foolish now(very happy about it)

So what do you think he will be like ina relationship?

Boyfriend - Foolish (Headcanons)

Pairing: Foolish x gn!Reader

Summary: Headcanon’s on if Foolish was in a relationship!

Warnings: Foolish referred to as Noah

Author’s Note: Absolutely! I LOVE writing boyfriend headcanons, and these were no different! :)

Requests are open! || masterlist

Will hold every door for you

You’re probably never touching a door again tbh

Loves going on dates, will not be the one to plan them though

He wouldn’t know where to even start when it comes to planning a date

Has a list somewhere of all your favorite things

It’s probably on his phone

Like when you ask him where he wants to eat he would pull his phone out, look at the list, and say whatever he has written down as your favorite restaurant

“Where do you wanna get food from tonight?” “Uh…One sec…” “Noah?” “How about [Your Favorite Restaurant]”

Literally swoons over you

Like he is SO in love

Likes physical touch but he isn’t like super clingy about it

Forehead kisses and tight hugs >>

Pet names!!

Y’all rarely use each other’s real names at this point

Lots of video game dates

He’d wanna teach you to play something like valorant

He’d accidentally end up trying to protect you more than actually teach you

He likes when you play with his hair

You aren’t allowed to stop once you start

“Why’d you stop?” “Stop what?” *He proceeds to moved your hand back to his head, causing you to laugh.*

Texts you all the time, even if you’re in the same house

Tells you he misses you over text, even if you’re literally sitting beside him

#foolish #foolish gamers #foolish x reader #foolish headcanons #headcanons list #foolish x you #dsmp #dsmp x reader #mcyt #mcyt x reader #mcyt headcanons #kit’s requests

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kumezyzo · 3 months

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Could u do some more dad foolish and dad Quackity if u don’t mind 🫶🏻

alright, so, i chose to make quackity a girl dad. dunno if i said something different before, but for this one, he's a girl dad. sue me. (please dont im broke)

anyway, enjoy! or dont :) m.list

Quackity

dad!quackity likes to talk to your daughter in spanish.

"ayyy, mi amorcito, lindo," he cooes, rubbing his nose into her chubby cheeks.

"hola, mi cielo," he says when he comes to get her in her crib.

"que quieres de comer, línda?" he asks her absently as he looks for blueberries and the sliced bananas you prepared earlier.

dad!quackity who will very loudly yell at his friends to stop yelling. he tells them if theyre any louder, your daughters gonna wake up. and yes, he has his headphones on...

dad!quackity brings her on stream and shows off how absolutely chunky she is.

her arms look like those jumbo marshmallows glued together. her cheeks are slightly red. she has a thick head of hair. and there is not a single thought behind her eyes.

#ctrlc-ctrlvquackity trends since you don't tell people what her name is. but then he hears him call her 'cielo' and that becomes her new name among the fandom.

Foolish

you will find dad!foolish asleep on the couch with your daughter. (yes, i realize i said this in the last one and i stand by what i say.)

she has your face, but his eyes. and your hair. and his stream thinks its so cute that she looks so much like you!!

dad!foolishes stream also thinks its so cute how he subtly (and not so subtly) takes care of you like youre glass. even after you've given birth. especially after you've given birth.

"baby, what are you doing up?" he asks you when he sees you peeking into his office.

"i finally got her to sleep!" you cheer tiredly, your voice in a harsh whisper. he was just as excited as you but he also took it as a warning to be quiet.

"oh, yay!" he says, his voice in the same tone as yours. "you should get to sleep too, though."

"yeah, i will," you say, wading into his office and going over to press a quick kiss to his lips. "night, babe."

"night, pretty girl."

if i missed an accent on any of the vowels, dont get mad at me. my mom never taught me how to actually write in spanish 😭😭 -Nony

#quackity #quackity x y/n #quackity x you #quackity x reader #dad!quackity #quackity fluff #foolish #foolish x you #foolish x yn #foolish x reader #dad!foolish #foolish fluff

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plutodexay · 1 year

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Foolish fluff!

“You do know I can carry my own bags right” I sighed, looking up at Foolish as he pulled the suitcase away from me without a passing thought, the bright smile never fading even while my own reflected annoyance.

The only response I was given was a slight nod before he continued along his way, making sure I was still trailing behind every few seconds. He was acting like a puppy who had just been given a new toy, any other thoughts lost in his eyes as he walked us out to his car, almost dropping my bag on his feet as he struggled to unlock the car with his keys. Quickly shoving my bags in the trunk he rushed around to the passenger side, tripping halfway on his own feet before catching himself right before his head slammed into the metal door. Picking himself up he grabbed the handle.

“For you M’lady” Foolish would say, or rather attempt to, the words barely breaking through the giggling but with a small bow he managed to hide the face he was making along with it.

“Why thank you kind Sir” I responded, trying to hide my own laughter as I climbed into the car. Before the door closed I felt a hand brushing against my leg making my eyes shot up at the tall man in front of me, a shy smile on his face as he let go the fabric of my jacket, mumbling about it not getting caught in the door before it quickly closed.

As if he was in a rush Foolish was in the drivers seat before I even turned my head, starting the car in no time before pulling out of the airport. The small smile never leaving his face as we neared his house, not even as I changed the music every twenty seconds in an attempt to find a decent song after the flight.

Soon we pulled up to the familiar house, the one he’s shown off countless times through facetime and random snapchats. The ambience looking different during the night, but fitting in perfectly with the giddiness radiating off the man next to me. Once again he was like the flash appearing by my door, opening it quickly before grabbing my belongings out of the trunk.

The moment the door closed behind us the suitcases were forgotten as Foolish’s arms immediately found my waist, pulling me ever so tightly into his chest as he buried his head into my shoulder.

“Missed you” He mumbled, breath hitting the skin of my neck as he squeezed me once again. “Missed you so much” This time the words were louder as he pulled away, moving his head from my shoulders to resting against my own, forcing me to look into his eyes. They were filled with something that can only be described as love and passion, things he was known for, at least by me.

“I missed you too” Pressing a small kiss against his lips, the feeling making a small giggle leave him. “Wanna go cuddle?” His face lit up in excitement, kissing me one last time before pulling away with a nod, moving his lips to my knuckles as he pulls me towards his bedroom with a big smile.

“I get to be the big spoon deal?”

“Deal”

#dsmp foolish #foolish gamers #foolishgamers #foolish gamers fluff #foolish x reader #foolish x y/n #foolish x you #fluff #fluff oneshot #dsm #dsmp fluff #mcyt x you #mcyt x y/n #foolish mcyt

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god1ngs · 2 years

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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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