#foolish gamers x reader

[stardustluvs]

hello!!! I'm in love with both pussy drunk punz and pussy drunk sapnap hcs! can you do a foolish one 🥹 (love your writing btw 💋).

Pussy Drunk - Foolish (Headcanons)

MDNI

Pairing: Foolish x fem!Reader

Summary: Foolish gets so pussy drunk it probably fogs his mind

Warnings: NSFW, Foolish referred to as Noah

Author's Note: Another one for my pussy drunk headcanons!

Requests are open! || masterlist

Probably wouldn't ask to do it, but would wait for you to ask him

Once he starts, he's not coming back up until you've cum so many times you can't take it anymore

Would still know exactly how to use his tongue to fuck you

He loves the mess you make of his face

Never wants the taste of you to escape from his lips

Won't think about his own pleasure like once, this IS his own pleasure

Literally not a single thing except for you is on his mind right now

He likes the way you grab at his hair or push his head down

He forgets how much he likes when you ride his face until it happens and he gets so obsessed all over again

He'd moan against you and it riles you up even more

Will never want to stop, like ever

"Noah, please, I can't..." "Please baby, let me make you cum just a few more times, then we can be done."

Even then he doesn't wanna stop

Literally would only stop if you used your safe word or started crying

Lots of aftercare though

Like he loves you so much and would never ever want to actually hurt you

His brain would get all foggy and hazy

Would caress your body as he tongue fucks you

Would start slow but definitely pick up his pace as he can tell you get closer and closer

Would use his fingers at the same time as his tongue, wanting to get you to cum as soon as you feel like you need to

Hearing your noises is one of his favorite parts about eating you out

[quackarl]

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.

[showf4lls]

ʚ ― heart eyes ; foolish gamers

info! headcanons, fluff / gender neutral reader

cw! no CWs

request! foolish having a crush

⎼ definitely not the type of guy to realize that he has a crush at first. would probably just be all "oh jeez they're so nice and pretty and funny and interesting" and swoon over you all the time but assume that his feelings are platonic

⎼ such a gentleman, always holds doors open for you, knows the sidewalk rule, carries your bags for you, ties your shoes for you

⎼ catches himself staring a lot and just crosses his fingers that you haven't noticed

⎼ likes to research things that you talk about a lot or express interest in, that way he can have an actual conversation with you or ask you questions. but if you just want to infodump to him about your favorite things, he's down for that too

⎼ he likes to schedule intentional one-on-one time with you! like game nights, or walks, or movie marathons

⎼ slowly compiles a mental list of all of your favorites. favorite color, favorite food, favorite coffee shop, favorite season of the year - he's got it all written down somewhere. (i'm not normally about this idea, but foolish genuinely seems like the kind of guy to have a running list of all your favorite things on his phone)

⎼ always lets you sit in the passenger seat when he's driving. yes, you get passenger royalty privileges. he also trusts you enough to put you in charge of aux

⎼ definitely ropes you into doing duolingo with him. y'all compete to see who can get the highest ranking each week

⎼ he loves teaching you how to play new games! especially stuff where he can teach you while he's playing and bust his ass to protect you, like valorant

⎼ if you're okay with touch, i can see him being very subtly physically affectionate. leaning on you when the both of you are listening to a group conversation, fixing your hair, helping you put on your jacket, laying an arm over your shoulders when someone's looking at you in a way that he doesn't like. not in a jealous way or anything, he just doesn't want anyone thinking that you're okay to mess with

⎼ lets you paint his nails and play with his hair when it gets long. if you give him a little braid, he'll keep it in for the rest of the day

⎼ comes running if you've had a bad day, which is when his little list of all your favorites comes in handy. he'll ask how hungry you are and come with either your favorite take-out or your favorite snack food depending on your answer

⎼ overall just a sweetheart. tries to keep your best interest in mind at all times

[mentallyillcrustacean]

Ok I'm gonna write about this cuz look at him

SUGGESTIVE CONTENT AHEAD MINORS DNI

Foolish x fem!reader, grinding, making out, slightly possessive reader (it's more jokingly), nicknames used: babe, baby

Imagine, this video comes out and you didn't know that your bf Foolish would be exposed like this. You remember him being egged but nothing specific, so seeing the absolute THIRST on Twitter was a very sudden and kinda hilarious.

Seeing the picture at first did give you an immediate reaction of desire. I mean hell that happy trail has pushed you over the edge many times whether it be you on top or bottom and grinding with it giving you the perfect friction against your clit.

Foolish wrapped up some business and didn't bother streaming today so he comes downstairs to see you staring and practically drooling over the picture on your phone, thighs pressed together seeking some form of release.

“Whatcha looking at baby?” Foolish says directly behind you causing you to jump and put your phone down immediately to the side on the couch. You turn around and see a smug smile on his face, you stutter,

“Wh-what? Oh my god, I can't believe Karl left that in the video! Like he knew what he was doing,” you laugh a little.

“Aww you jealous babe?” Foolish says sitting next to you putting a hand on your thigh, “No.. not really cause no matter how much the doozers thirst over you,” You say moving into his lap, “I know you're mine.” You kiss him slowly as his hands wrap around your waist urging you closer. His tongue prods at your lips begging for access which you happily grant him, your hands tangling into his hair as you slowly grind yourself in his lap.

You breathlessly pull back and move your hands down his chest and stomach, moving them underneath to feel his skin and happy trail you desire.

Foolish groans at your soft hands shamelessly feeling him up. “Fuck baby, you drive me crazy,” Foolish says as you move in to kiss his neck and collarbone.

“need you~ I need to feel you, please fuck me,” you whimper seductively in his ear. Foolish picks you up and walks you both to the bedroom, swiftly kicking to door shut behind him.

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To be continued maybe??

[prettytoxicrevolver]

18. With Foolish please?

“Baby?” Foolish calls as he walks into the living room where you’re parked on the couch watching an old horror movie. 

“Do we have any candy?” He asks plopping down next to you and laying his head on your lap. 

“Mm,” you hum, holding up the bag of candy you were eating. 

“Ew, candy corn?” 

“What? This candy is hated for no reason. It’s good!” You protest, lightly shoving Foolish’s head away from you. 

“It’s disgusting,” he continues, scoffing at the bag in front of you and you gasp in fake hurt. 

“I think we need to break up,” you say dramatically and Foolish rolls his eyes. 

“I'm serious!” you say, half laughing. “I can’t be with someone who hates my favorite candy!” 

“I don’t hate it! I just don’t love it,” he retorts, fully sitting up to face you now. 

“That means you don’t love me.” 

You place the back of your hand to your forehead and collapse against the couch with a dramatic sigh. 

“Leave me here! I am no longer loved,” you yell. 

You feel Foolish moving next to you and a minute later he’s hovering over you, his body weight almost crushing you. 

“If I buy you a lifetime supply of candy corn will you stop being dramatic?” 

“Maybe,” you concede, dropping your hand from your head and finally turning to make eye contact with your boyfriend. 

“Does this help?” Foolish asks, leaning down and slowly pressing a soft kiss to your lips. 

“Mhm, definitely less dramatic now,” you respond and Foolish grins, reconnecting your lips in a slow, almost lazy kiss that still has your heart racing. 

“Okay, I’m good now.” 

[sunshine-on-marz]

foolish x reader with younger siblings? like they were/are a mother figure to their siblings and they finally introduce them to foolish? it can be hcs or an imagine, up to you! love u, don't overwork yourself!! <333

Omg I love you sm- ugh this ask is so cute and the idea is amazing!!!

Ok I’d like to point out I am an only child and I’m usually the youngest in any sort of sibling like dynamic im in, so I’ll try here but if it sucks im sooooo sorry

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“Babe I’m so sorry if they like- jump on you or something, Sarah is more shy but the boys are really really rowdy” you sigh as you knock on the door of your childhood home. Foolish just kisses your temple and smile “it’ll be fine! I’m sure they’re angels” you took your eyes and hum “mhmm, sure they are” you say sarcastically as your mom opens the door. Noah’s met your parents a few times so he hugs and greets your mom like he always has, then, he sees that you’re already been tackled by children. You’re laughing as you throw one of your brothers, Dylan, over your shoulder while the other, Toby, clings to your leg. You toss Dylan onto the sofa and pick up Toby to do the same to him. You kiss them both on the forehead before hugging your sister and hoisting her up on your hip. “Boys, why don’t you go say hi to Noah?” You say as the two kids run up to your boyfriend. Foolish laughs and crouches down to the boys’ level. “Ok so you’re, Toby” he points to Dylan “and Dylan?” He points to Toby. The boys both bust out laughing as they correct him, but the smile on Foolish’s face tells you that he was joking.

The boys warm up to him rather quick, they like that they have someone new to roughhouse with, and foolish is loving every second of it. But Sarah is a whole new battle. After a few minutes the sweet little girl, decides to be brave. “Can I say hi to him?” She asks you as she points to Noah, you smile at her and silently awe. “Of course you can!” You pick the girl up and walk her over to where Noah was getting water. You tap him to turn around and he does, quickly planting a kiss on your lips before turning his attention to the little girl in your arms. “Hi Sarah” he says to her, she looks to you and you smile. “Tell him what you wanted to say” you encourage her. And she smiles a bit before quietly saying “hi”. Both you and foolish almost melt but he pulls himself together to say “hello!” back. It takes a bit of pushing from you but eventually she’s talking to foolish all on her own. And god does this man love the kids. You talk to your parents while he sits on the floor and plays with toys with them. You take a few (a lot) pictures of him and your siblings.

Later, when you eventually have to leave, the boys are sad, but Sarah cries. You and your parents saw it coming so you immediately scooped her up and started trying to calm her down. “Can I see her?” Noah asks from next to you and the little girl immediately reaches for him, so you hand her over. He bounces her on his side and talks to her, promising to visit again and that he’ll say hi next time you talk to your family on the phone. It only take a few minutes for the girl to be all smiles. It’s practically magic. But once you’re in the car he looks like he deflated. The poor man hasn’t been around that many kids for that long without breaks in a very long time. You laugh and kiss his cheek. He looks at you “they’re angels, I was right” and you just laugh.

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Side note: your mom texts you that the kids didn’t stop talking about seeing foolish again for days

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Oh I love foolish so bad

[markliving]

NOT AWAYS ENEMIES [1]

pairing: c!Son of Aphrodite!Foolish x f!Son of Athena!reader

synopse: The first mission you two went on together could have easily started World War III. However, the mission was a success, and some gods saw a potential group of warriors forming if it weren't for the constant fighting you and Foolish had. He was the son of Aphrodite, attentive and a bit flighty, but he was good at fighting and, unfortunately for you, very handsome.

warnings: enemies to lovers, pjo!au, some cuts mencioned

words: 1796 (first part)

masterlist

The first mission you two went on together could have easily started World War III. During that time, Roier had often wondered what the hell he was doing among you, since he seemed to be the only one in his right mind. When he accepted Hermes' mission and considered the idea of choosing the two, he did not expect to face the wrath of two demigods who had recently discovered that they hated each other.

However, the mission was a success, and some gods saw a potential group of warriors forming if it weren't for the constant fighting you and Foolish had. He was the son of Aphrodite, attentive and a bit flighty, but he was good at fighting and, unfortunately for you, very handsome.

Being the daughter of Athena gave you quick agility in developing strategies and being quite intelligent when necessary, but something you didn't have was the ease of dealing with your heart, and that often led you down somewhat dangerous paths in your life. And one of them was when you decided to choose Foolish as your mission companion once again.

This time, in addition to Foolish, you had the opportunity to choose two other people, Bagi and Roier. Bagi, your sister, was someone who loved puzzles, perfect for the mission your mother had given you. And Roier was a great fighter and easy to handle.

The mission seemed simple: to protect an ancient temple dedicated to the Goddess of Wisdom by some humans who lived nearby. The forest was not very dense, but it looked like a labyrinth to strangers, and for some reason, it caught the attention of some curious humans. They were looking for relics to sell, as they were extremely valuable pieces.

The people of the region welcomed you all very well. They even seemed to suspect who you were, but if they knew, they didn't let on. The place you managed to stay was like a bungalow hotel, with Foolish and Roier in one and you and Bagi in another.

The two of you, being sisters and spending a lot of time together at camp, knew a few things about each other and managed to fit in well in the bungalow room. Bagi chose the bed on the right, while you chose the one on the left. And without saying much to each other, she was the first to go to the bathroom.

So you lay down on the bed on your back and thought about some things, which took a few minutes, because Bagi had left the bathroom, and you decided to go in.

As you guys arrived almost late in the afternoon, you decided that it was better to rest for the rest of the day and go and analyze your mother's temple early the next morning. So, after a hot and relaxing bath, you looked at the items that you had collected and that your subconscious thought would be useful for the mission.

But before you even got close to your bag, you heard a knock. You went towards it, realizing that Bagi was busy with something else, and with her headphones on, she probably hadn't even heard the knock.

As soon as you opened the wooden door, Foolish was there.

You narrowed your eyes, waiting to see what he wanted, but he seemed doubtful.

"What do you want?" you asked briefly.

"Do you have any soap I can borrow?" He scratched the back of his head, a little embarrassed.

You continued to look at him, wondering what was going on in the minds of the two boys, even more so when they realized that they had forgotten some soap, knowing that they would be away from home for days.

"What's the matter, we ran out and didn't get everything." He seemed to understand the look you were giving him. So you went to your bag, took out some soap, and handed it to him.

Without further ado, he thanked you for the soap and returned to his bungalow, which was right next to yours.

As soon as you closed the door and looked back, Bagi laughed loudly as you looked at her from the side.

"You're really stupid, you know that?" she said, sitting on the edge of the bed she was on. "Your passion for him is becoming more and more stupid to watch."

You threw yourself on the bed and stared at the ceiling.

"Who told you I like him?" It was your turn to ask.

"It's literally written all over your face," she replied.

Maybe she was right. Your heart missed a few beats whenever you were around the boy, and you couldn't deny that Foolish really was someone sculpted by a Greek god, his mother was the goddess of beauty, and he couldn't be any different.

"I don't like him," you repeated, this time a little louder, and Bagi took it as a sign that you didn't enjoy the conversation.

"Okay... But you can't deny that he has beauty." She giggled while you grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it at her.

The conversation ended there, with both of you quiet, but with your minds in complete confusion, so you preferred to continue like this. You both wished each other a good night and went to sleep.

The next morning, everyone got up early, did their things, and met in a kind of open lobby in the middle of the bungalows. You had the necessary things in each backpack: food, water, and your weapons. Foolish somehow managed to hide his sword in his backpack, and Roier his two daggers. You already carried a kind of scythe, which was easy to hide, and Bagi, a good old bow.

"I hope you both enjoyed the soap," Bagi commented, trying not to laugh.

"Vete a la merda (Go fuck yourself)," Roier replied, hiding a smile, knowing it was just a joke. And Bagi burst out laughing.

Foolish laughed at the comment, but you noticed a slight blush on his cheeks as he laughed and looked at him to see what his reaction would be.

After this brief conversation, you informed some of the townspeople and then set off on the path you had received on a piece of parchment. You don't know exactly how you got it, and you have many questions about how it got into your things, but you didn't reject the piece of paper, and it was useful.

As you went deeper into the forest, the more confused you guys became. The map wasn't being useful, and you started to get stressed about everything going wrong. In a moment of pause, you sat on a rock and began analyzing the map again, which only resulted in more stress.

"I think we should separate," Bagi suggested, breaking the silence. "I think this would be more practical, and we could mark it with something to know where we've been," she continued, and Roier nodded in agreement.

"And how will we know if the other found it or not?" you asked skeptically.

She placed her backpack in front of her, opened it, and rummaged through it until she took out two flares, smiling as she held them up.

You mimicked her action, standing up, feeling excitement reignite within you.

"You and Foolish go there, and Roier and I will go this way," Bagi instructed, pointing first to the left and then to the right. When she paired you with Foolish, your smile faltered.

Foolish and Roier agreed without hesitation, standing up as the mood between everyone seemed lighter with Bagi's idea.

She threw a flare to Foolish, who quickly caught it midair.

Despite not commenting on the pairing, Roier looked at Bagi with an enigmatic expression, as if communicating silently. She gave him a playful push and said goodbye, with Roier mirroring her movements and following her.

You looked at Foolish, your mind racing with thoughts. He, too, seemed to be analyzing you silently. Neither of you moved or said a word, the tension almost palpable.

"How are we going to mark where we went?" you asked, breaking the silence.

Foolish looked around and pulled a small knife from his pocket.

"We'll mark an X on the trees."

You nodded and took the initiative to lead the way.

Every few steps, you noticed Foolish carving his marks into the trees while scanning the surroundings for signs of the temple.

The silence between you was awkward, neither of you wanting to break it.

Your mind wandered back to your last mission together. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t pinpoint where this animosity between you and Foolish originated. From the moment he arrived at camp, a silent rivalry had sparked between you, intensifying over time—perhaps due to the age-old rivalry between Aphrodite and Athena.

After what felt like hours, it seemed like you were walking in circles. The “X’s” on the trees had disappeared. Frustrated, you scanned the area carefully until you spotted an olive tree in the distance.

Without a word to Foolish, you headed toward it, realizing that there were more olive trees ahead, forming a winding path. The trees led you to the temple.

What you failed to notice was the Minotaur waiting in ambush. The beast lunged at you, but Foolish reacted instantly, drawing his sword and shield to block the attack. Despite the shock, you gathered your composure and pulled a small device from your pocket, which transformed into your shield.

The Minotaur was unlike anything you'd fought before. Towering and menacing, it had enormous claws, bulging eyes, and massive horns. Its intent was clear—it was there to kill. But so were you.

Foolish glanced at you, concern evident in his eyes, but the look you shared conveyed everything. On the battlefield, you were allies, despite your differences. Your training together at camp had prepared you for moments like this.

The two of you split off, analyzing the beast like predators stalking prey. Without a word, you moved in opposite directions, gripping your weapons tightly.

Meanwhile, Bagi and Roier stumbled upon the scene, shocked by the battle unfolding. Without hesitation, they unsheathed their weapons and rushed to join you.

Together, you fought fiercely, and it didn't take long for the Minotaur to fall lifeless to the ground.

As the dust settled, everyone tried to catch their breath. But Foolish suddenly groaned loudly, drawing all attention to him.

You turned to him, your heart sinking when you noticed the red stain spreading across his shirt near his abdomen.

"Foolish?" you called out, your voice laced with worry. He looked at you and gave a faint smile, as if to reassure you he was fine. But his knees buckled, and he collapsed, making the severity of his injury unmistakable.

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₊ ๑ ˗ˏˋMasterlist:)

༉‧₊˚. Foolish

nothing yet

༉‧₊˚. Sapnap

Sapnap nsfw hc's

Accidentally giving the dteam a boner

༉‧₊˚. Dream

Accidentally giving the dteam a boner

༉‧₊˚. George

Accidentally giving the dteam a boner

༉‧₊˚. Karl

nothing yet

༉‧₊˚. Slime

nothing yet

[winter-isreading]

If only my highschool days were like this *sheds a tear

Can I request a second part of The Boy On The Bus ? It's so cute-

"warm hands" ➷ Foolish_Gamers

↳ part ⅰ

pairing: cc!Foolish x gn!reader

tags/warnings: none, fluff

an: didn´t exactly know where i was going with this but i watched a rom com-movie while writing soooo (please someone take them away for me) ↳ requests are still open!

It was surprising how quickly Noah and you had fallen into a routine when you had just really gotten to know each other. Every morning you would save the seat next to you on the school bus until you arrived at Noah's station and after a brief greeting, you would make yourself comfortable on his shoulder and sleep the rest of the way to school where he would wake you up.

What wasn't surprising was how quickly you fell in love with each other, after all, one conversation with Noah was enough to completely fall for him and his personality.

It had started with him insisting that you touch his freezing cold hands every morning, as he had accidentally forgotten his gloves at home, which led to him holding your hands for the ride.

Of course, this was so his would warm up, definitely not because he liked the way you gripped his hands tighter while you slept.

Excitedly you slid back and forth in your seat, on your lap a small package in light blue wrapping paper on which you had neatly written Noah's name last night, written deliberately with one of your silver pens.

You could see the red bobble hat from a distance, and Noah entered the bus with the other students, pushing his way through to you with a grin on his face. At his seat, he dropped his backpack and flipped open his black coat before sitting down next to you.

"Hi you.", like every morning he placed his cool hands on your cheeks before kissing you on the lips and you could taste the light vanilla flavor of his lip balm.

Today you deepened the kiss a little, mumbling a soft "Happy Birthday" against his lips.

Noah pulled the red hat off his head, ran his hands through his black hair to make it look presentable, and then turned his attention to the small gift in your lap. "Is that for me?" he asked, examining the shark paper with a grin.

"No, I know another Noah whose birthday is today." You handed him the gift, eager for his reaction.

Noah took it, but still looked at you skeptically. "You'd tell me if you met a cooler Noah, right? Because I'm sure to be the coolest of them all."

"Of course I'd tell you."

Impatient as he was, he didn't spend long tugging at the package, ripping it open on the side and pulling out the brown box on which you had drawn little hearts, stuffing the remaining paper into the side pocket of his backpack.

As he extra dramatically slowly opened the box, you propped your chin on his shoulder, leaning your head against his.

A delighted squeal escaped Noah as he pulled out his gift and immediately examined it from all angles. It was a small synthetic bag in the shape of a penguin wearing a red pom-pom hat and scarf. "It's sooo cute!" he squealed, holding the penguin in his hands.

"Mhmm, look," you pressed the small metal plate that floated in the water that filled the bag, whereupon the liquid instantly crystallized and became solid.

Noah almost dropped the penguin, surprised by the heat the now solid object radiated. "What.. what happened?"

You turned the penguin over onto its back, which was not printed with the design, and tapped the hard surface. "There's a salt water solution in there that retains heat and when you press on the plate the solution crystallizes because of sound waves and releases the heat. When it's cold you can put it in hot water, then it becomes liquid again and can be used again," you explained the function of the pocket warmer to him.

With wide-open eyes he looked at the hot penguin in his hands, like a technological marvel, but then enclosed it, sighing. "It's like an oven." he stated, turning his head to kiss you on the temple. "Thank you, but you didn't gift me this because you don't like my cold hands, have you?"

You laughed softly, shaking your head slightly as best you could on his shoulder. "No, but if you ever have to drive alone in the morning or I forget my gloves too we don't have to worry about freezing to death."

With your hands in his and the little stove between them, you snuggled into his side, listening to him talk about his morning and what gifts he had gotten from his family, but that none were ever as great as yours.

[showf4lls]

ʚ ― confessions ; foolish gamers

info! fluff, fic / gender neutral reader

cw! homophobic chicken

request! how foolish would react to his crush spontaneously confessing to him

dedication! @goldenstarofthunderclan (so sorry for taking so long!)

notes! forgive me homie, i just thought that this would be so much cuter as a minific. if you'd prefer headcanons, i can throw some out there! i just think this lil scenario is super cute :> also sorry for the homophobic chicken mention in here, i couldn't come up with anything better that they have in NC. also this definitely turned into a full fledged fic so sorry about that lmao. enjoy :]

you hummed, curled up cozy on the couch while foolish did something in the kitchen. you weren't exactly sure what it was, just that he was making a lot of noise. another sigh, dramatic and loud, as you readjusted on the couch. annoyed at his absence, you shifted again, folding your hands and laying your head over them.

it seemed like it would be a while until he came back. you frowned at the thought, pulling the hood of the too-big sweater over your head. it was foolish's; he had given it to you to wear since you kept complaining that it was too cold. you tried to keep from thinking about it too hard.

finally, you had decided that you'd had enough and sat up abruptly. "foolish, what are you doing in there?" you called, not bothering to hide your annoyance. "aren't we supposed to be hanging out? you've been in there for like 20 minutes."

foolish peeked his head out of the kitchen, frowning. "i know, but i'm hungryyyy," he whined.

"do you not have any food? i swear you went grocery shopping just the other day."

"i do! but nothing snackable. nothing... worth it," he replied.

you stared at him another moment before huffing and letting yourself fall back onto the couch. "foolish!"

he was quiet for a beat. then, "i have an idea."

you didn't sit back up again, just turned your head to face him. "what?"

he leaned onto the doorframe, almost hugging it, still half-peeking out. "do you want to go get food?"

you perked up at that. "ooh! yes, i'd love to! what are we thinking?" you asked eagerly, leaning on the back of the couch, knelt on the cushions.

you both thought for a moment. then he looked up at you, scrunching his nose. "i hate to say it, but is chick-fil-a the vibe?"

"i mean, waffle fries and chick-fil-a sauce do sound really good right now..."

foolish sighed dramatically, throwing his head back in faux exasperation. "fine. get some shoes on and then we'll leave," he said, feigning annoyance even though it was his idea.

you shook your head and smiled as you stood from the couch, searching for your shoes. in just a minute he was hastily pulling a hoodie over his head and ushering you towards his car as though you guys were late to something. it wasn't that far of a drive, but the two of you still sang along to shitty radio music.

soon enough you were parked in the drive thru, humming along to the music as you both looked over the menu.

"hi there! i'll be with you in just a minute," a voice chirped from the drive thru speaker.

"no problem!" foolish responded, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel as he scanned over the menu.

you didn't think too hard about what you wanted, having already decided before you guys left the house. you mostly looked at the menu in case something else sounded more appealing, but you found yourself distracted by the designated driver and his carefree humming. the way he tilted his head in time with the music. the way his hair hung around his ears in the awkward phases of growing it out. and he was still wearing the bracelet you'd made him for his birthday. for some reason the thought made you blush.

then suddenly a voice was coming over the speaker again and you'd been ripped back into reality. you blinked and foolish was finishing his order, turning and waiting expectantly for your order. "what do you want for dinner? do you wanna order for yourself or do you want me to say it?"

you felt more blood rush to your cheeks at the suggestion, hurriedly shaking your head. "no, no, i'm fine. i can do it," you assured him, almost leaning over him to make sure that the microphone would pick you up. "hi there! could i please get a chicken sandwich combo with two packs of chick-fil-a sauce and an oreo shake?"

a beat of silence. you waited anxiously for the speaker's reply. "would you like whipped cream on that milkshake?"

your gaze flickered nervously to foolish, who almost seemed to be leaning towards you instead of away. "yeah, that's fine," you answered stiffly.

"alright, we'll give you the total at the second window."

"thank you so much," you called impulsively out the window before moving back to your own seat.

foolish watched you from his peripheral, giggling as he pulled the car forward. "you okay?"

you huffed, rubbing at your nose, an anxious tic. "yes. why?"

"you're just actin' a little goofy is all," he teased, still drumming his fingers across the steering wheel.

you rolled your eyes, cracking a grin. "i am not."

he put one hand up in mock surrender, the other staying on the wheel. "if you say so!" he said before mumbling a playful, "just a little bit, though."

you laughed, lightly slapping his shoulder as you guys inched through the line. more singing and then you found yourselves at the final window of the drive thru. the window clerk announced your total and you promptly began digging through your wallet for your card. "can we split the bill possibly?" you asked without looking up.

"no, no. i've got this one," foolish said nonchalantly, handing his card to the clerk with a polite "thank you."

you looked up from your wallet, nose scrunched. "huh?"

foolish looked back to you easily, both hands on the wheel now. "i'm paying for dinner."

"what? no, we always split it-"

"no, listen. i'm the one that was hungry. i'm the one that asked you to hang out. i insist on paying, it's only fair. just let me treat you," he said, and it was so casual that it had you blinking and wondering if you were the one being weird here.

it wasn't super weird for one of you to pay for the whole dinner. if you guys didn't split the bill, one of you would cover it and the other would get them back the next time you guys went out. pretty standard friend stuff. but it was also something that you guys normally talked about beforehand. he'd never sprung something like this on you before. what the hell was happening? why did he suddenly care so much about treating you to some chick-fil-a for dinner?

you blinked dumbly at him. "are you sure?" was the only response you could muster from the disoriented depths of your mind.

he laughed lightly and then nodded, drumming a quick beat on the wheel. "positive. don't worry about it."

you didn't have too much time to think about it before the cashier was back at the window, handing over foolish's debit card and your food and drinks. you scrambled to put the drinks into the cup holders and pull the bags onto your lap; it was the least you could do considering that he paid for everything.

foolish played along with everything as though it was just another evening. and maybe it was. he danced along to the tune of the radio as he drove, singing softly as he navigated the roads back to his house, but you found yourself stuck in your head. did that mean something or were you reading too much into things? was this supposed to mean something? were you missing a cue somewhere? were your feelings for him not as secret as you had initially thought? hope to god he wasn't just pushing your buttons or humoring you.

you turned to face him, eyes squinted as you did your best to analyze his body language. "foolish," you said, tone even.

"yes?" he asked, only taking his eyes off the road to look at you for a second.

"i like you."

and there it was. unplanned, sudden, all out in the open. just a second of silence, the both of you still.

"are you sure?" he asked, gaze moving back and forth between you and the road.

"oh jeez." your palm met your forehead and you squeezed your eyes shut.

"no, wait! that came out wrong!" he rushed, trying his best to articulate his thoughts well while also focusing on the road. okay, maybe this wasn't exactly the best time to be springing this on him. oh well. "what i meant was," he started again, exhaling a loud puff of air. "oh, thank god. i've liked you for like. so long. i thought i like missed my window or something."

you blinked owlishly at him, eyes round and wide as saucers. "what?!"

"what do you mean 'what'?!" he yelled, gesturing vaguely at you. "you're so. ugh!" he paused for a fraction of a second. "in a good way. in a good way, i promise."

"well, you are too!" you yelled back, the paper back of food crinkling in your hands. you smiled, nose scrunched up. "oh god, this is so weird. pull the car over, we need to talk about this."

"no, no! we're almost home, we can just talk when we get there."

"seriously? i wanna know all about this whole 'you liking me forever' thing," you teased, reaching into the bag and blindly stealing a waffle fry.

he inhaled a dramatic hiss, feigning a grimace. "i really shouldn't have said that part, huh?"

you grinned, biting your french fry. "not if you didn't want me to hold it over your head forever."

it was silent for a moment, nothing but the radio and the sound of the car driving down a sleepy road. both of you grinned, looking straight out the windshield.

then foolish turned to you, nearly beaming. "so you really like me?"

you rolled your eyes playfully. "course i do, idiot." you playfully shoved his shoulder. "now look back at the road before you crash the car."

[hiswhitehair]

the tan and the stubble. r u kidding me.

[mentallyillcrustacean]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA IM FERAL AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Halloween | Foolish Gamers

wc. 1.5k

go check out the other pov on @kasey-writes-stuff and toss my best friend a follow they deserve it <3

summary: Halloween with your boyfriend Foolish

You’re finishing the curls on your hair when your best friend yells out to you from her room. 

“I’m nearly done are you?!” 

You drop the curling iron from your hair, twisting the curl so it falls back just right behind your shoulder before straightening up again. You and your best friend were both putting the finishing touches on your matching Kim Possible costumes before heading to Dream’s house for his massive Halloween party. 

“Give me like five minutes!” you yell, looking around your room for the matching shoes to your outfit. 

“They’re gonna be here any minute!” she reminds you and you roll your eyes, your best friend always having a knack for being on time while you were always late. 

“Okay well they can either wait the extra four minutes or they can fuck off!” 

You hear your best friends laugh followed closely by the sound of someone knocking on yall’s front door before swinging it open and closing it behind them. You listen closely, no doubt your boyfriend collapsing onto the couch as Punz makes his way over to your best friend's room, greeting her with sweet words that almost makes you roll your eyes since it’s so cute. 

You’re searching your room for your lipstick when a knock sounds on your bedroom door. You turn just in time to see Foolish strolling in, a smirk placed upon his lips that has your heart on a roller coaster. 

“God damn,” he whistles lowly and your cheeks flush as he slides an arm around your waist and pulls your body flush against his. 

“How do you manage to look that fucking good all the time?” 

You roll your eyes, leaning up on your tiptoes to press your lips against his. You expect to end it quickly but Foolish pulls you right back in and you’re jelly in his arms. His lips are quick and everywhere and lighting fire throughout you. 

“Yo!” you hear your best friend yell outside your bedroom door followed by a loud banging against the wood. 

“Are you two ready or are you still making out? Cause if we don’t get there soon I’m pretty sure all the best snacks are gonna be gone!” 

You two pull away from each other with a small laugh and in doing so, Foolish trips and falls down making you giggle even harder. You’re quick to help him up and grab your purse before swinging the door open to see Punz and your best friend standing there with knowing smiles on their faces. 

“Let’s go,” you say, trying to smile convincingly like you hadn’t been totally caught red handed. 

“Make sure you have your lipstick, a brush, mirror, and make up wipes in your purse so you can fix all that in the car,” your best friend says pointing her finger at your hair and lips and if you weren’t blushing before you were definitely beet red now. 

You grab the rest of the stuff you need and drag Foolish behind you as the four of you head out to Punz’s car. As Punz drives, you fix your makeup and hair while your best friend controls the aux and flips through your favorite bands and songs making the drive go quickly. 

You all pile out of the car and head up to the front door, Punz knocking on the door and waiting until Sapnap opens the door. 

“Wow,” Sap starts to say sarcastically, looking over your group costume. “This was your ground breaking matching couples costumes?” 

You and your best friend go to respond but are cut off quickly when Sylvee and Hannah suddenly appear behind Sapnap. They both let out an excited screech when they see your and your best friend and the two of you push past your boyfriends and beeline towards your friends. 

“You guys look hot!” Hannah says, stepping back and running her eyes over your matching costumes. 

You and your best friend smile, turning to lean against each other back to back and strike a pose as if you’re the actual characters. 

“Hey Shego!” you hear your boyfriend call and you turn from your friends to look at Foolish. 

“I’m gonna go make us drinks, find me when you’re finished.”

You nod and Foolish presses a kiss to your cheek before disappearing into the large house. Just as you turn back to your friends, Punz is saying something to your best friend before also walking away. 

The four of you spend time catching up and taking photos, gushing over each other's costumes and hyping your closest friends up. After a bit your best friend exits the convo and you promise Hannah and Sylvee you’ll find them again later but you really want to find your boyfriend. 

It takes you a couple of minutes of weaving through Dream’s mansion to finally find his kitchen and Foolish is relaxed back against a counter, solo cup tipped against his lips as he surveys the area. 

“There’s my girl,” Foolish greets when his eyes land on you and you jokingly flip your hair and saunter dramatically over to him. 

“Made you a drink,” he murmurs, handing the cup he was holding over to you and you take a sip, humming in content. 

“Wanna go make the rounds?” you ask, and Foolish groans pulling you close so you’re chest to chest. 

“Nope.” 

“Come on doc,” you tell him anyway, taking his hand and dragging him behind you. 

He intertwines your fingers as you walk, nodding and saying hi to those you vaguely know but mostly just looking for people you’re both close friends with. You spot Karl, talking animatedly to Tina and the two of you make your way over. 

“(y/n)!!” Karl greets loudly and pulls you in for a bone crushing hug. 

“Holy shit you look hot!” he says, stepping back to look over your costume. 

“Dude! I’m right here!” Foolish yells and you laugh at your boyfriend's flair of jealousy. 

“In Karl’s defense, she does look hot,” Tina chimes in and now you’re laughing loudly as Foolish fumes next to you. 

“Nope! We’re going home!” Foolish says trying to pull you away but Karl is quicker and grabs your hand so you knock back into his body. 

“Fine,” Foolish mutters. “But stop hitting on my girlfriend!” 

The four of you laugh together at the situation and just as you’re about to ask Karl what he’s dressed as, his face lights up and without a word pushes past you and Foolish and runs off. You turn, bewildered until you see Karl collide with Punz and you shake your head. 

“He’s ridiculous,” you say and Tina nods in agreement. 

You, Tina and Foolish keep talking until Tina spots someone she needs to talk to and bids goodbye. You turn towards Foolish leaning into his frame and his hand comes up to rub your back in slow circles. 

“Wanna go find a place to sit?” he asks quietly and you nod, letting your boyfriend pull you through the house to find a quiet place. 

“No!” You hear your best friend’s voice sound from the couch in the living room and you look to see her and Punz intertwined on the couch, smiling lovingly at each other. 

“C’mon,” you say and Foolish grins, reading your thoughts as you both plop down onto the couch next to the couple. 

“Ewwww,” you say loudly, catching your best friend's attention. “Gross, get a room.” 

“Nobody wants to see all that, it's gross,” Foolish adds on and you’re both sporting a shit eating grin from teasing your friends. 

“Says the two who made out before the party and made us wait while (y/n) fixed her makeup,” Punz retorts and your best friend laughs. 

“At least we got a room,” Foolish points out. 

“Technically, we are in a room dork,” your best friend responds. 

“I’m sorry, is this your way of saying you guys wanna leave?” Punz asks. 

You discuss your options for a moment before your group decides to head home for the night. You bid goodbyes to those still left at the party before heading out and Punz drives the four of you back to his and Foolish’s house. 

Punz and your best friend head inside and Foolish grabs some things before heading back to your house for the night. When you walk through the front door of your house, a wave of tiredness floods over you and Foolish spots your change of emotions quickly. 

Without a word, your boyfriend sweeps you up into his arms and you giggle as your arms wrap around his neck and hold tight to him. He carries you up to your private bathroom, setting you on the edge of the bathtub before turning the water on. 

You help each other out of your costumes and Foolish slides you into the bath before climbing in behind you and pulling your back against his front. His hands work on their own accord, carefully washing away the harsh makeup and pulling the wig off your head, carefully combing his hands through the tangles until it falls delicately around you. 

“Thank you my love,” you whisper as you relax into his form. 

“Anything for you baby. Happy Halloween.” 

“Happy Halloween beautiful boy.”

[markliving]

Who do you guys want me to write to in the future? My ask are open to suggestions and some request, just check for who do i write <3

[winter-isreading]

Im slowly turning into a foolish simp

"the boy on the bus" ➷ Foolish_Gamers

pairing: cc!Foolish x gn!reader

idea: dark winter mornings on the school bus

tags/warnings: none, fluff

an: even though i have a complicated relationship with winter, i just love romanticizing it.. so here: a small ´sorry´ for my absence this weekend

To get out of bed on a winter morning was pure pain. In all seasons you had no problem waking up relatively on time in the morning and getting ready for school, but winter brought a whole new set of complications that you just couldn't get used to.

Since your parents usually left the house before you, your alarm clock woke you up and as soon as it fell silent or was thrown across the room by you, you were in a silent, dark house. Only with a lot of self-motivation and a lot more forcing yourself did you make it out of the warm bed into the chill room, into your bathroom, and after some time of self-reflection, into the kitchen where you half-heartedly packed yourself some food for school and with a cup of hot tea in your hands eyed the darkness outside the window until you bundled yourself into your winter coat, boots, gloves and hat to trudge through the cold to the bus.

The school bus in winter was also a disaster, a mixture of being way too warm and freezing at the same time, because who thought it was a good idea to cram so many kids on a bus in winter?

As usual, you sat down on one of the free seats by the window, your backpack between your legs, hoping they would warm up a little by the flask of tea. You were at one of the first stops for the bus, so on one hand you had to get up earlier, but at the same time you could enjoy the wonderful moments of the school bus with early pubescent teenagers.

It was like a miracle, but even though there were students talking loudly around you, you managed to fall into a sleep, albeit a restless one, with your head leaning against the shaking window, which continued to fog up with every breath.

A restless sleep, from which you were torn with a movement under your head. Slightly dazed you blinked, expecting the typical pain that the vibrating windows usually brought, but nothing followed. Instead, as soon as your vision cleared, your eyes fell on a boy peering at the seat in front of you with a slight smile on his face, his cheeks slightly flushed.

You knew him, he got on two stops after you, but usually he sat in the back and with his friends and not here, so close to you.

Immediately you flinched, feeling your own heat rise in your cheeks as you sat up straight again, drawing the boy's attention from the pattern of the seat to you.

"Oh God, I'm really sorry!" the apologies bubbled out of you even before the boy could say anything. Restlessly, you slid in the seat away from him, putting space between you, but bumping your elbow against the side of the bus in that try and hissing as you pulled your arm closer,

What a terrible start in the morning.

But with a glance at the boy, whose smile only slipped at your pained face, you felt a little better.

"Are you okay? Did it hurt a lot?"

Gritting your teeth, you shook your head, suppressing the uncomfortable tugging in your arm that promised a bruise that would remind you of this awkward acquaintance for the next few days.

"You shouldn't worry about the sleeping bit, I had no problem with that. Did you have a good dream?" The boy with the red cheeks and the light blue scarf around his neck wrinkled his nose at the last question. "Okay, I really wasn't going to ask that because it's none of my business. Forget I even asked."

A quiet laugh burst out of you, the hilarity of the situation just becoming too much and you put your hand to your mouth to hide your giggles.

The boy started giggling too, a giggle that degenerated after a few seconds to sound like one of the spray bottles your mother used to clean windows, which in turn made you laugh louder.

You probably would have continued laughing forever if it weren't for one of the boys two rows behind you, who leaned over the seats and ran the flat of his hand through your seatmate's black hair. "Eyo Noah, the windows are clean now, that's enough!" he shouted and sat back down after a warning look from the bus driver, but his words had silenced your seatmate in embarrassment.

Noah leaned against the chair, jutting his chin up slightly and blinking as if trying to wake up from a bad dream. You felt sorry for him and poked him in the side encouragingly. "I like your laugh, Noah, and thanks again for your shoulder."

"If you're so tired in the morning that you manage to fall asleep on this bus, you're welcome to use my shoulder anytime," Noah offered as the bus pulled into the school parking lot and everyone began packing up their things. Noah also pulled a red cap with a white pom-pom over his ears, and reached for his backpack. You didn't manage to thank him again or answer him, he was swept along with the stream of students and you could only watch with a big grin on your face as Noah stopped in front of the bus and waved at you.

It would be much easier for you to get out of bed and out of the house in the morning, that was for sure.

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I just read your foolish crush headcanons and BROOO IM NOT BLUSHING OR ANYTHING IM NOT IN MY FEELINGS OR ANYTHING

I feel foolish is the type to like- if youre talking within your friend group and someone keeps talking over you or cutting you off, foolish would notice. Either asking you to continue so it becomes like a one-on-on convo while the rest of the group is talking about something else. Or he asks about what you were going to say after the other person finishes(the person who cut you off). AND THIS THOUGHT MAKES ME MELT BC ITS SO SELF INDULGENT PLSS

I also hope you start feeling better man!

YES YES YES think about it. he’d still be normal, but he’d also be zoned in on you. if he sees that you’re upset, he turns his body to face you and asks you about what you were saying before so that you don’t feel walked over or excluded. he’d be hanging on your every word, super engaged and asking questions and nodding along. he just wants you to know that he actually cares, that he’s not paying attention just out of courtesy

and thanks winter, i hope so too! lol sitting in the doctors office as we speak o7