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Pillow Fight - FT Foxy X Fashionista!Reader

Let's just pretend Foxy is bisexual, even though I put her as heterosexual. Like with original Foxy, bi if one shot is about her. My version of SL (I know it's near the other ones shut up) is in Canada, while the other games are confirmed in Utah.

"Double bubble disco queen, headed to the guillotine. Skin as cool as Steve McQueen, let me be your killer queen~"

It was after school, and you were at home, dressed up and doing your hair, singing Victorious by Panic! At The Disco. You had a black polo shirt, black skirt to your knees with a pink underskirt, making it fluffy, black tights, silver flats, sparkly headband, cat eye eyeliner, hot pink lipstick, and blush((I actually have that outfit!)). Your (HL), (HC) hair was to be curled and pulled back by the headband. 

Once you were done curling your hair, you tossed your black overcoat and pink and black checkered fingerless gloves on, grabbed your hot pink duffel bag with your phone, wallet, clothes, and keys in it, then ran out the door. You might be thinking "Oh boy! I'm going on a date!" But no. You're visiting Foxy, your best friend, who is also a fashionista. You both like dressing up, considering it an art form. Your art teacher is very proud. Foxy's approach is more boyish clothing with feminine colors. You like looking feminine, but powerful. 

It took 10 minutes to walk to Foxy's. It was 6 PM, and you needed to be there by 6:15. "Early is on time, on time is late, and late is unacceptable," as your jazz teacher liked to say. That was your motto. Foxy liked "Fashionably late," but she doesn't appreciate the stares when you're late. 

You eventually made it to Foxy's with 5 minutes to spare. Taking a deep breath, you hesitantly knocked. Shuffling was heard, then the door opened to Foxy's mom. "Ah! Bonjour, YN. You're here to see Francine, oui?" Foxy's mom greeted, her French accent showing. "Yes I am, Miss Molly. Is she here?" "Francine, your friend has arrived!" Molly called. "On my way!" came the reply. Molly moved out of the way so you could enter. Foxy's parents got divorced 5 years ago. When Foxy was 2, they adopted Ballora. Ballora was apparently resentful her first year, but she came to love them eventually. 

Their mansion never ceased to amaze you. Molly came from a rich family, met her ex husband while he was going to art school in France, then moved back to Canada with him. Years and years later, she caught him having an affair. She immediately divorced him, then fell back into her daily routine, resilient as ever.  

Molly gracefully strode down the hall to her office as Foxy ran down the stairs. "Hey, YN! Ballora went to visit Baby," she told you. "Yay! I ship it!~" you giggled. She laughed. "Best ship. Alright, do you want to start our visit... thing?" she asked, playing with her braids as a nervous tic. You nodded, then she led you up the stairs to her room.

Her room was huge! The walls were white and pink striped. The wall across from the door had a large one way window with purple curtains. Her bed was mostly unpainted wood (with glaze), but the headboard and foot board had flowers and foxes painted. The were four posts at the corners, with a purple curtain  hanging from them. The wardrobe, shelf, and desk had the same theme. The wardrobe was next to the bed, the desk across the room, in front of the door. There was a purple rolling chair in front of the desk, and on top was a small light and normal computer things. The book shelf was next to the desk, with an assortment of fiction and nonfiction books. The floor was wooden, with pink, black, white, and purple rugs. Next to the door, across from the window, were a few shelves with plush toys and dolls. Near the shelves was a hot pink beanbag chair with a pillow on it. Next to the bed sat a wooden vanity, with a oval mirror, a few small drawers along the sides and under, and a stool. 

Foxy ran to the middle of her room, then bowed. "Welcome to my humble abode, cher~" she joked. You laughed quietly, then waltzed to her bed and sat, making yourself at home. She walked to her vanity, then opened a drawer. "First off, nail painting!" she sang. She pulled out some bottles of nail polish and nail stickers. 

~Time skip to an hour later brought to you by #5NightsAtBaybay's~

Foxy's nails were light pink with white hearts, the ring finger yellow. Yours were (FC) with (white or black) stars. 

Once you were done, you smelled food. "Ooh! Is that (fave food) that I smell??" you questioned, waggling your eyebrows at Foxy. "Yep! Mother said that she'd make some, since you love it so much!" the girl replied. You quickly ran down the stairs to greet dinner set on the table. "So quick! What would you like to drink, darling?" Molly asked. "(fave drink), please!" "And you, Francy?" "Hmm, do we have any strawberry lemonade left?" "Of course, honey!" As Molly returned to the kitchen, tucked your pink napkin into your lap, remembering your manners. 

~Time skip to after supper brought to you by Batman Ballora (nananana, Ballora!)~

After dinner and dessert, you cleaned up the dishes, then ran back upstairs. The both of you tossed your pj's on, then got ready for your planned pillow fight.

"So, the rules are," you stated, "No smothering and no breaking stuff. We each have three minutes to build a fort and gather ammo. Start... Now!" You clicked "Go" on your timer as you ran to Foxy's bed to grab a comforter and drape it over two chairs, creating a barrier. You then quickly sprinted downstairs, grabbed an armful of pillows from the couches, then ran back up, almost falling. 

The timer went off as soon as you let go of the pillows. Foxy had taken an extra blanket from her wardrobe, set it similar to your fort. She had taken all of her pillows from her bed and wardrobe. Your forts were across from each other, yours near the window, hers near the toys. 

"Ready?" she asked. "Yep!" came your reply. Before you could react, a white pillow was thrown at your face. "Hey!" "You said you were ready!~" You ducked before more pillows could be chucked in your direction. 

The battle continued for some moments. You had both emerged from your forts and were carelessly tossing pillows at each other, sometimes getting close enough to just sock one another with a pillow or two. Eventually, you had pinned Foxy to her own bed, forcing her to beg for mercy. 

"You win! Y-you win! I give *giggle* up!" Foxy yelled, laughing uncontrollably as you playfully hit her with a pillow.  Finally, you threw the pillow to the side, still straddling her. "Alright, you are free, prisoner!" you playfully said as you got off. You sat next to each other for a while catching your breath. 

"Um, YN, I-I have something I want to tell you..." Foxy murmured. "Hm? Oh, sure, anything!" you replied. Foxy looked at the ground, playing with her now upbraided, wavy, pink and white hair. "I met you two years ago. You and Ballora met at dance, she brought you home for a visit. Within our first few hours, I-I knew I had immense feelings for you. Your appreciation towards fashion, your kindness, your playfulness. I guess what I'm trying to say is.... YN, my best, best friend, I love you." 

You were speechless for a moment. Then, slowly, you pushed her face towards your own and kissed her cheek. "And I, Foxy, love you too," you sincerely told her, looking into her eyes. Her amber eyes widened in happiness and shock, her grin stretched as far as possible. She quickly wrapped her arms around you. "Yay!" she cheered happily. You pat her head, then lightly pushed her off. "We have to clean up, love. Then we can be happy and sleep."

This one took a few days... I'm really proud!

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