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justxbethany · 1 year ago
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Foolish photo dump!
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justxbethany · 1 year ago
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Hai
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justxbethany · 1 year ago
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Cuuutte <3
Could I request prompt 9 or 13 with romantic Foolish? C! or CC! is fine and gn reader please
Thank you :)
"I would have prepared breakfast, but you were sleeping on my arm and I didn't want to wake you"
➛ pairing: cc!Foolish x gn!reader
➛ tags/warnings: fluff, none
➛ event masterlist
important links: rules + masterlist
🌿 reposts and comments are appreciated, they motivate me a lot and keep me writing <3
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The first thing you noticed when you woke up was the warmth. It came from the detergent-smelling blanket that you grabbed while still half asleep and, clenching the edge in your fist, pulled it up to you, under your nose. It came from the sun shining on your face through the windows, dancing in front of your closed eyelids and tickling the tip of your nose. And it came from the body beneath you, the chest on which your cheek rested, the arm wrapped loosely around you, the legs twisted with yours. From the quiet breath that made the chest rise and fall, gently cradling you from the land of dreams and warmly hitting your forehead.
You furrowed your brows, trying to wake up from the clutches of deep sleep.
Someone laughed, the chest beneath you vibrated, and you pressed your face closer against the warm, heater-like body. The arm around your middle tensed, rough fingertips brushing over your side, over the exposed skin through the borrowed shirt that had ridden up.
It made you smile, the tips of your mouth twitching upward as the fingers stroked your side, not in a way that tickled you, but gently enough that you could fall right back asleep. If it weren't for the rays of sunlight that seemed to be screaming at you to get out of bed.
A little more awake, you slowly opened your eyes, yawning into the top beneath you and feeling your own hot breath in the fabric. The one yawn was followed by another, this time not from you.
You turned your head slightly so you could place your lips on Foolish's neck. It was a feather-light kiss, right on the spot under his adam's apple, then one on his slightly prickly jaw. "Good morning," you mumbled.
"Good morning," he murmured back, voice still full of sleep and rough in the most pleasant way that sent goosebumps down your spine and brought a blush to your cheeks.
Mornings like these were your favorite, lazy, endless moments between the sheets, just the two of you alone.
You let your gaze run over Foolish's face, the unshaven cheeks, the dark watchful eyes, the still-tangled black hair that bore the imprint of a long and comfortable night.
"I would have prepared breakfast, but you were sleeping on my arm and I didn't want to wake you".
Resting your chin on his chest you kissed him again, this time on his lips, short and quickly gone again but still a sign of the eternity that this moment carried. "You could have rolled me away," you chuckled but Foolish only rolled his eyes slightly, as if you didn't know yourself that he would never pass up an opportunity to wake up together.
The warmth of Foolish's love accompanied you throughout the day, first in a quiet morning in bed and then in the cup of freshly brewed coffee, you drank snuggled against Foolish's chest.
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justxbethany · 1 year ago
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<3
hi can you maybe write cc foolish with a s/o who overworks themselves?
"come to bed"➷ Foolish
➛ pairing: cc!Foolish x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)
➛ idea: you were so concentrated on your work that you didn't even notice how late it has gotten. If it weren't for Foolish you would have worked until dawn
➛ tags/warnings: fluff
➛ an: to anyone who might find themselves in this situation: take a small break, drink some water and maybe have some fruit <3 you can do this but your body needs rest as well to function properly!
➛ tagging: @icarusthefoolish
important links: rules + masterlist
🌿 reposts and comments are appreciated, they motivate me a lot and keep me writing <3
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The tapping of your fingers on the keyboard clacked through the quiet study, keeping you in the almost trance-like state of writing away, filling the document in front of you with sentences that were very likely to need complete revision in the morning. But you didn't have time for that right now, first of all you had to write something halfway meaningful at all. In nine days was the deadline for submitting this project and while that actually gave you enough buffer, you didn't want to fall behind your schedule. A schedule that was about to burst at the seams, like a slowly overboiling pot on the stove. Every time you looked at the paper diagonally next to you, it felt like there was more. 
Next to your desk was an untouched sandwich that you had long forgotten about, next to it three empty cups that you had drunk up so quickly that no coffee rim could form. They had been one of the desperate attempts to ignore the oppressive fatigue a little further-another paragraph....
Whenever you paused to close your slowly burning eyes for a few seconds, you regretted it, found it harder to open them again afterwards, and it was only the fear of not finishing in time that made you sit up and force yourself to erase the last typed words, a jumble of half-asleep typed letters, and rephrase it.
You didn't notice how it had quieted down in the bedroom next door, no half-shouted curses about miserable opponents in Overwatch flowing to you from under your door crack. Instead, there was the soft clack of a doorknob being pushed down, shuffling footsteps in the hallway muffled by a rug, and a soft tap of knuckles on the closed door of the study.
"Baby?"
At the voice of your boyfriend Foolish, raspy with fatigue, you jolted out of your trance of work. You leaned back in your chair smiling, ignoring the way your back pulled and your body yearned for your bed. At the sight of Foolish, the sluggishness disappeared for a moment. 
"Are you still streaming or have you stopped?" you asked him. After several hours of barely using your voice except for a few exasperated sighs and groans, the words rasped in your dry throat. 
Foolish stepped into the room, hands shoved into the pockets of his gym shorts, and shuffled up to you until he could lean down to rest his chin on your head. "Been done for half an hour, didn't you see my message?" 
Confused, you shook your head and reached into your pants pocket. Sure enough, twenty minutes ago Foolish had sent you a "ready, bed? :)" You hadn't noticed the vibrate. You looked from the phone back to the flickering monitor in front of you. "I'll be done in a minute, then I'll join you. Okay?", you gave him a smile, the corners of your mouth heavy with the fatigue that had spread throughout your body. 
Foolish didn't move though, just looked at you shaking his head. "Babe, it would be much better to continue working in the morning".
You too shook your head and turned back to the screen. "This can't wait Foolish. If I queue this up in the back too, I won't be able to finish the rest on the list either." For you, that was the end of the subject. You had explained to him why it was important to you to keep working and he would surely understand. Just to be on the safe side, you threw another "Go to bed already, I'll be up in a minute" over your shoulder. 
But Foolish mumbled weary disapproving noises in your ear, his nose pressed against your temple. "Bed," he mumbled, his lips pressed against your ear so that his warm breath tickled you. 
Sighing, you leaned your head back. "Foo-," you began, but were interrupted by his lips on your cheek. 
"Now," he murmured, a little more seriously. Foolish put his hand on yours on the mouse and guided the pointer to the "Save" box, which he clicked three times for safety's sake before shutting down - without a protest from you - your PC. As soon as the screen went black you felt a wave of relief that made your arms heavy. Your bones groaned as you slowly sat up, cracking free from the chair that had engulfed and taken you over the last few hours. Your legs were heavy as lead, each step a shuffle across the floor, and like every time you work far too late into the night, you immediately regretted it. 
But Foolish was there. Smiling, he took your hand in his, pulling you behind him out of the office and up to your bedroom, where you fell exhausted onto the covers. Foolish slid behind you, your back pressed against his chest, and buried his face in your neck. 
The last thing you heard before falling asleep was a soft, "I'm proud of you."
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justxbethany · 1 year ago
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I’m in my foolish phase
Cute Couple Photos
With Foolish 🤍
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justxbethany · 1 year ago
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READ IT <3
"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
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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.
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