Solitude Opportunities(Foop[The Fairly OddParents] X Reader)

                                    

                                          
I've only written four one shots for Foop, but this is the only one I like enough not to rewrite. He's too soft in this one, but I don't care. Consider this one taking place long after the confession one shot so he's more comfortable with being soft.
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The sand slightly burned your feet as you and your family walked to an open spot on Dimmsdale Beach. Foop was disguised as a blue and black cap on your head. Cosmo, Wanda, and Poof were disguised as a sandcastle mold, a bucket, and a shovel respectively in Timmy's hands. Everyone but you got settled on the sand.
"You gonna go to the cove by the boardwalk again?" Timmy asked you since you hadn't sat down. Your parents had already headed for the water.
"Yeah. Foop and I haven't been able to be alone without Mom and Dad being suspicious. Since I never go out," you explained.
"Yeah, that's fair," he agreed.
You kissed his head. "I have my phone in my bag, so call if you need me."
"I'll be fine," he said.
"Just to be safe, Timmy. I love you," you said.
"I love you, too. Go," he shooed you off.
You smiled, gave him another kiss on his head, then headed to the cove. Once there, you got settled. Foop became normal with a poof. He wore black and blue ombre swim shorts with purple stars. He sat next to you.
"I was wondering when we would get the chance to be alone," he said while digging through your bag. He pulled out your bottle of sunscreen.
"You and me both. Especially since my parents have been home more lately," you agreed. Foop began applying a thick layer of sunscreen to any exposed skin. You spoke after a few moments. "Are we breaking any rules by being together?"
"What do you mean?" he asked while rubbing sunscreen into your arm.
"Are there any rules in Jorgen's book- well, Anti-Jorgen's book- that say you can't be with me?" you clarified.
"No, no, little bat. I've looked. There aren't any consequences, I promise. You're safe," he assured. "Why do you ask?"
"A bit of paranoia and straight curiosity," you explained.
"Oh, I see. Have no fear of losing me, (Y/N)," he said then kissed your forehead. "We're not breaking any rules."
You smiled with pink cheeks. "Good to know."
"Care to go swimming?" he asked once he covered every inch of exposed skin with sunscreen.
You smiled. "Yeah, come on."
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I'm rewriting the rest of the one shots I've written for him, so expect those.
As always, embrace your weirdness and I'll see you in the next one shot.
- The Self Shipping Weirdo