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“I mean, I’ve faced worse, obviously. But man, I really thought I had him. I was doing so well too,” Green complains with a pout on his face, kicking a piece of netherrack down the blackstone path. Purple places a hand over her mouth, attempting to hide the snickers caused by his sulking. She doesn’t seem to do a good job at it, since he shoots her a glare immediately after.
“You owe me one, by the way. Do you know how hard it was to wash the frosting out of my hair??” Green rants.
“I know it was a very sweet victory for Red,” she rolls her eyes playfully.
“Ughh he’s infecting you,” Green groans, “See, this is why we need to hang out more. Puns are like, the lowest form of comedy!”
“Like you would know what’s funny Mr. Brainrot,” she jabs. Green faux gasps, placing a hand over his chest, “Besides, we already hung out today, didn’t we?”
“Yeah! And it was fun!” Green perks up, dropping the bit, “Which is why we should do it more often! I don’t get to go to the Outernet much, so it’s always neat when I do.”
“You could just go by yourself,” Purple suggests, “Would be easier than organizing a group outing. Plus, I’ve shown you the portal I used to use for the Mac village, so you wouldn’t even have to ask Mango.”
“True, but going alone is boring,” he shrugs. She can’t argue with that, at the very least it gives her an excuse to hang around him.
Greens looks back ahead, taking notice of the Nether portal coming into view. Ever since the whole…. everything, they’ve linked up their portals with a path, stemming from the PC through the bastion and ending at the one to Mango’s basement, with some smaller stray paths for the portals on the outskirts. Green skips ahead to reach it, tapping into a light jog and waiting for Purple to catch up. She’s more than content to stroll, though, not wanting to end their day together just yet.
He’s frantically patting his pockets and rifling through his inventory when she arrives, muttering curses under his breath when he comes up empty. He places an enderchest down and starts rummaging through that instead. Confused, Purple finally glances to their home portal, noting a rather crucial detail was missing. A plain, unlit frame of obsidian greeted her.
“I used the last of my flint and steel for a campfire last night,” he sighs, breaking the chest and pocketing it, “Do you have one on you?”
She searches through her own inventory, finding the one she keeps at all times and hands it to him. Going back and forth between dimensions makes it good to carry one around, lest she get stuck in the Outernet after deactivating Mango’s. Or vice-versa, which Green seems to be currently experiencing.
He practically melts with relief once he grabs hold of it. Walking to the portal, he crouches down to the foot of the block and clinks the items together to form a spark, opening…
Nothing happens.
Purple and Green stare at the fire that’s made its place in the frame instead of the bright, swirlish haze that normally marks an activated portal. He stands back up, just enough to stomp the fire out, before trying again. Same result.
“Um, maybe the guys are just, doing something,” he stands up, pulling out his phone to text the others, “Wouldn’t be the first time one of us got stuck. Surely it-”
He pauses, staring at his screen.
“What?” she asks, concerned.
“I forgot it died,” he laments, dragging a hand down his face, “My phone battery. It’s dead.”
“You did take a lot of pictures...” she mumbles, “I’ll just use mine.”
She pulls hers out and texts Red.
Red - Well duh, the pc’s shut down today lol
- Greenie forgot, didn’t he?
Purps - what??
Red - Alan got a virus that even sec n yels can’t handle so we’re all chilling in Minecraft while he’s getting it fixed
“Cursors, I can’t believe I forgot about that,” Green curses, reading the messages beside her, “Our hang out was scheduled for the same day so, yeahh..”
She asks Red where they all were.
Red - Oh yea we got no clue
- We started off in the village but now we are definitely lost lol
Purple grips her phone while Green reads with a look of dismay.
Great.
He hangs his head down and hides his face in his hands, muttering about how ‘everything’s going wrong today’ into his palms. If there was anything she knew about the Color gang, it’s that they had a tendency to get... distracted. Especially in low stakes environments, meaning the chance the two were able to find them was low. They’ve been hanging out all day, and Purple doubts the last thing Green wants to do was go on a wild goose chase for his friends.
Actually, they have been hanging out all day. Surely, it wouldn’t be too much if their time extended a bit. Just for the night. Her heartbeat thumps quicker at the idea, cheeks feeling warmer than before. She looks at him again, still sulking at the broken portal. A sleepover wouldn’t hurt, she’s always wanted to have one, deep down. She stops herself from getting too giddy and regains her composure, coughing to get his attention.
“Um,” she stammers, Cursors help her, “I’m sure Mango wouldn’t mind if you uh, stayed the night?”
“O-oh!” she swears his face flushes darker, but she might be reading too much into it, “Are you sure?”
“Yeah! I’ll text him on the way back,” she smiles reassuringly, “It’s closer than the treehouse anyway and I’m pretty sure he’s got an air mattress or something. C’mon.”
She starts walking in the way they came. Green stays still, staring at her retreating form until his brain catches up and he calls out to her.
“Wait up!”
~
The two climb out of the makeshift basement and onto the living room floor, closing the trapdoor once they’re fully out. Green immediately almost trips on one of the many boxes scattered around, but catches himself on the wall just in time. Stumbling, he regains his balance before Purple could laugh at him.
“I saw that.” Darn. She snorts at his sheepish look.
“Sheesh, no wonder you’re always coming over,” he steps a bit of clutter with a wince.
“Be nice,” she chides, “We’re still in the process of cleaning out the old bedroom and getting new furniture for me to move in and everything.”
She picks up some boxes and carries them to a spot in the corner.
“Though, it is a bit of a mess.”
Green takes a moment to look around while Purple checks for Mango’s response. He hasn’t seen the message yet. Hm.
“Is his bedroom just the corner of the living room?” he raises a brow.
“It’s a weirdly designed house,” she sighs, putting her phone away, “He hasn’t texted back yet, so he must be busy.”
Green hums, “What now then?”
“I mean, there’s nothing really to do until he gets back. Sun’s gonna set soon and I don’t wanna run around the city at night,” she places her hand to her chin in thought, “I can teach you how to cook?”
“I already know how to cook.”
“Yeah, Minecraft food,” she pokes him, “Blue’s the only one of you guys who actually knows what she’s doing. I’m sure if I gave you a pot and pan you wouldn’t know the first step.”
“Wha-Hey! I’m sure I can make something just as good,” he swats her hand away, “Whatever you got! Throw it at me!”
“If you say so,” she huffs a laugh on her way to the kitchen, Green trailing behind.
Opening one of the cabinets, she pulls out one of the few possessions she’s had to her name, something she made sure to bring to her new home. A small box of cards with recipes written neatly in pen, all in her mother’s handwriting. Smudges and stains dirty the paper with rips tearing at the corners, evident of her many failed attempts, yet it remains readable.
She looks through the cards, trying to find one that’s easy enough to teach but difficult enough to bring a challenge. It’s always a competition with that group. Not that Purple minds, competing is actually fun when it comes to them. She settles on one she remembers making before, a long time ago when someone was waiting for her at home. She tried making it on her own, but it never tasted right. Though, maybe with someone else’s help, it will. She hands the card over to Green.
“Oh nice! Blue’s made this at least once. Shouldn’t be too hard,” he reads it over.
“I started some of it yesterday so it wouldn’t be as much of a hassle tonight. It’s a budget version though, so it might taste different,” she sheepishly admits, pulling out bowls and whatever else was needed, “Can you get the ingredients out of the fridge?”
“Sure thing, chef!” He gives a salute and embarks on his quest. Purple shakes her head and laughs before doing the same.
Soon enough, they’re dicing vegetables and adding it to a pot on the stove. They’re silent, only speaking to the other when giving instructions, but it’s peaceful, in a way her life rarely was before. It’s easy being around him. His presence easily meshes with hers, and she finds she wouldn’t mind doing this again, if given the chance.
True to his word, Green’s able to translate a lot of his skills to non-pixelated food, because of course he can. She glances up from where she’s shredding the reheated meat she cooked yesterday.
He’s stirring the ingredients together now, watching intently as he adds a few more spices. His hair is pulled back tighter than normal, strands tucked behind his ear so he can focus. His expression is calm, relaxed, a rare sight when he’s with the others; extroverts, the lot of them. His jacket lays on one of the dining chairs, leaving his arms exposed. They’ve got a bit more muscle than she does.
Purple lets herself stare.
Green glances at her, his eyes widening for a second when they meet each other’s gaze. Purple quickly tears her head away, her cheeks warm up at the interaction. She goes back to cutting meat with the hopes he forgets about it. She waits for a few minutes, then, as subtly as she can, she sneaks a peek at what he’s doing.
He’s… still staring at her. He looks slightly embarrassed to be caught, just as she was. They both stand there, watching each other. Nerves prick at her skin. Green tears his gaze away, laughing nervously.
“So! Uhh,” he stammers before seeming to relax. Though, not without fidgeting with the salt shaker. He sends her a wink, “Have I impressed you with my amazing cooking skills yet?”
She’s caught off guard by the switch-up. A small laugh escapes her.
“Of course,” she indulges him, talking theatrically, “How could I have ever doubted you, oh great Green? I should be tried for treason. Could thou ever forgiveth me?”
He chuckles, playing along and pretending to think.
“Hmm. Perhaps a shred of kindness may be spared for such a lovely accomplice,” he jokes, “If! Thy’s skills also suffice in uh.. Cookage?”
“Cookage?” she teases.
“Shut up,” he smiles, “It would be unwise of me to ruin such potential.”
“Oh, how merciful, your highness,” she giggles, bending slightly to mimic a bow, “Thou truly is too generous.”
He repeats the same movements, bowing as well with that stupid smirk she adores.
“Only as generous as thou is beautif- wait wait shoot-” he fumbles with the salt shaker, failing to grasp it as it continuously slips out of his hands. It lands on the floor with a resounding clink, unshattered thankfully. Purple breathes a sigh of relief as she bends down to pick it up.
At the same time as Green...
Who accidentally headbutts her…..
“Ow!” “Ahh!! I’m sorry,” he panics, rubbing his forehead. Purple takes a step back and stands straight.
“Ugh Cursors I knew you had a big head but-”
“What! Heyyy,” he whines, pouting, “It’s not that big.”
“Eh?” she makes a so-so motion with her hand and tries not to laugh at the offended look he gives. He sighs, clearly fighting off a smile as he turns to grab a napkin.
“I’ll clean it up- the salt, I mean- so don’t worry,” he crouches down to pick up the shaker, “You just- keep doing what you’re doing and look pretty."
“Only if you do the same,” she blurts out. She freezes, Green squeaks. Cursors, what is wrong with her!?
“Um I’ll, clean it up-” “Yeah you go do that-”
Her hands grip the counter, staring at the food she was prepping moments prior. She doesn’t look at him, too flustered by the words that came out of her mouth when they very much should not have. They’re silent again, both too embarrassed to say anything. It seems to stretch on forever, burying her in a blanket of conflicting emotions.
She refuses to acknowledge the light feeling bubbling up in her chest, the warmth that can never seem to leave her when he’s… She breathes in, focusing on her task again. Her hands shake, somehow feeling both elated and nervous. He called her pretty. Twice.
They’ve had their moments, sure. Purple’s definitely suspected he might reciprocate—always drifting towards her when she’s in a room, lingering closer than what’s considered casual—but despite all her evidence, she can never seem to act on it. She’s too terrified she might be reading things wrong; it’s not like she has a frame of reference for this sort of stuff. He could just be wanting to include her and make her feel welcomed. Completely normal friend things! She’s overthinking it, surely.
It’s better if she ignores it, just in case. So, she’ll squash down her giddiness for now and try to appreciate his company as it is. As friends. Hopefully, without any more slip-ups.
They finish prepping the meal after a few more steps, leaving it on the stove to cook. She checks on it every few minutes, switching between there and her spot at the kitchen table. Thankfully, the awkward tension seems to have dissipated naturally and they’re back to chatting like normal. Though, she notices Green fidgeting with the cuff of his jacket, a nervous stim of his; she decides not to comment on it.
The sound of the front door unlocking catches her attention, followed by the creaking of old wood and footsteps she’s grown to recognize. Standing up, she walks until she’s in the living room and greets Mango. He’s clearly tired, but smiles when he sees her approach. Turns out he was driving, so he didn’t see her text until he pulled up. She still asks for his permission in person, with Green not so subtly sticking his head out of the kitchen to listen.
A brief explanation of the situation is all he needs to agree. He starts muttering to himself, wondering ‘where he put that dang air mattress.’ Purple knows it’s in the attic—she was using it before moving into the new room they’re still converting—but she’ll let him remember that on his own. The food appears to be ready when they walk back in so she starts serving herself alongside everyone else.
Dinner comes and goes with easy conversation. Green still seems a bit awkward around Mango—it’s only been about a year since everything and the only other adult he knows is Alan, which Purple doesn’t think counts—but he manages to act as charming as ever. Though, that might be the crush talking… Mango gives a fake cough and shoots a knowing look her way, nodding towards Green as if asking, ‘Really? This is the one?’ She grumbles, breaking eye contact to pick at her food. He laughs fondly under his breath without a sign of disapproval. At least that’s one less thing to worry about, if she ever gets that far.
Green helps her wash the dishes while Mango sets up the air mattress. She splashes a bit of water on him, jokingly, and he childishly sticks his tongue out in return. There’s not much to do after except wait; Purple thinks Mango’s going to take a while. They’re sitting bored at the table.
In the back of her mind, she registers this as the part of the party where everyone is too tired to do anything but doesn’t want to leave yet, so they scroll on their phones instead. She pulls hers out and promptly checks the group chat she’s in with the others. The last few messages are photos from their most recent endeavor, meant to act as an update system for Green. However, its effectiveness is lost on the sheer fact that his has been dead the last few hours. She drags her chair to be side-by-side with his so he can see and respond from her account.
“Oh, I have an idea,” he gently reaches for her phone, silently asking for permission. Purple lets him hold it and he switches to the camera app, positioning it to fit both of them in frame, “Say cheese!”
Purple smiles beside him and watches as he sends the photo to the others, bragging how he gets to spend the night at Purple and King’s house. They all seem jealous for some reason, which she doesn’t fully understand but is a bit flattered by.
“You should send me this later,” he blinks, remembering, “Oh wait! I could just-”
He exits the photos tab and quickly moves to open the messages app, scrolling to find his own number.
“Wait- Green don’t-” she warns, trying to reach and grab her phone back before he sees something really embarrassing that she doesn’t want to reveal to him specifically. He startles
“Dude what’re you doing- stop!” he dodges her attempts, confused at her sudden panic, “I’m just gonna text it to myself chill!!”
“Just give me my phone!” she stresses.
“Hold on!” he finds his contact, pausing. He stares at his own name and Purple’s anxiety spikes at the tiny, stupid detail she decided to indulge in.
There’s…. a green heart next to his name……
She hides her face in her hands. It’s stupid!!! She knows!!!!! So cliche too but it made her happy and she feels she’s allowed to indulge in small things that nobody else will see. Except now it’s being seen, and by the exact person she didn’t want it to be.
She peeks through her fingers to guage his reaction, hoping it’s not one of disgust or anger or-
Why does he look so damn happy??? She moves her hands away to get a better look. He’s staring at it with a barely contained smile on his face and flushed cheeks; there’s a light in his eyes, almost in awe, that breaks once he notices her looking, causing him to quickly send himself the photo and power her phone off. He offers it back to her, head turned away, and she takes it back wordlessly.
Mango interrupts a few seconds later, announcing that he’s finished setting up. She’s never been more thankful for him than that moment. She gets up and motions Green to follow her to her room. She turns on the light and sure enough, there’s an inflated mattress on the floor, complete with an extra blanket and pillow.
It’s still pretty bare, only having a bed, dresser, and desk—all of which were already there—with a few photos and potted flowers scattered about. It’s not like she had a lot of possessions in the first place, always moving around. She couldn’t afford to keep a lot of things when she was on her own. She’s lucky she managed to sneak into the Mac village and steal her stuff back before the villagers could burn it. She’s glad she did, she couldn’t imagine losing the few pictures she had of her mother.
Green wanders around the room, looking over her minimal decorations. He stops by the desk, studying the few photos left on display. Mango gave her some frames so that she can finally keep them safe.
“Is this you?” he picks one up, grinning. He tilts it so she can see. It’s one of her as a kid being carried on her mother’s shoulders. He coos at the image, “You’re so tiny!”
“Aaand that’s enough of that,” she plucks it out of his hands and sets it back in its proper place.
“Aww c’mon! You look cute!” he protests, “I wanna see more baby Purple!
“Pass,” she moves to her dresser to find some sleep clothes. An idea crosses her mind and she smirks, “But if you show me some of yours, I might reconsider.”
Impossible. She knows they were drawn at a certain age in their animation, unlike hers which allowed her to start from scratch.
“How unfair,” he sighs dramatically, before perking up, “Actually, I think I might have something.”
“Really?” She asks, surprised.
“Aha!” he pulls his phone out triumphantly, “Oh wait, it’s still dead.”
He places it on the desk and starts rifling through his pockets instead, pulling out a dirtied and incredibly worn photo. He unfolds it and she wonders if it’s going to crumble on the spot, but it stays intact when he excitedly shows her.
“This is shortly after we first discovered the Minecraft icon. Second likes to take group photos every time we almost die,” he says like it’s normal, though with them, it probably is, “I think we were about 11? 12-ish?”
“Oh wow,” she studies it carefully, taking note of how young they all look. She raises a brow, “You just carry this around?”
“It’s for keepsakes. Plus it helps if any of us goes missing,” he shrugs, folding it and placing it back in his pocket, “Though, we should probably start carrying an updated version. Easier to ask for help that way.”
She hums in agreement before turning back to the dresser to rummage through. Green pops up beside her again with a cheeky look.
“Sooo? Does that mean I can see some more-” she throws pajamas at his face, cutting him off. He manages to catch them before they fall to the ground, an unimpressed look greeting her. She snorts.
“Mango’s clothes are too big even for me, so they definitely won’t fit you,” she explains, using her hand to demonstrate the difference in their height, “I’m your best bet, so…” she gestures vaguely towards the clothes.
“Right,” he begrudgingly agrees, “Um, where can I..?”
“Bathroom’s down the hall,” she directs, “Extra toothbrushes and stuff are in the second drawer by the sink. The kind you get from the dentist.”
“As opposed to any other kind?” he questions, chuckling.
“Well they’re wrapped and haven’t been used yet so,” Purple searches for clothes for herself, waving him off, “Go wash up already. I can smell your breath from here!”
“False and untrue! You wound me, Purps!!” he laughs, voice fading as he drifts down the hall.
Purple shuts the door, locking it so she can get changed as well; a simple shirt and shorts. She undoes the bow in her hair, setting the ribbon on top of the dresser and pulling the hairtie out. Her fingers massage her scalp after having it tied back so long, running through strands to help detangling so it doesn’t look too messy. A glimpse at the desk reminds her that Green’s phone is still there.
She picks it up and plugs it into her charger, placing it next to hers on the nightstand. The bed dips as she sits to wait, eyes watching attentively for it to light up so she can confirm it’s connected. It does so and she-
Wait, is that?
Hesitantly, she picks it up to get a closer look. Green’s lock screen is flooded with messages from the others, but at the top, the most recent, is the text he sent from her phone. With her contact.
The one that has a purple heart next to her name.
Hope blooms in her chest and she has to stop it before it grows too quickly. She can’t let it… surely she’s just– imagining it. But no, it’s there; it’s right there in front of her, right in her hands, it’s there. She scrolls through the other notifications, scanning over names to see if this is just something he does, but none of the others have it. It’s just her.
So if it’s just her, then...
A knock interrupts her thoughts, causing her to nearly drop his phone. She catches it, placing it back down in hopes he doesn’t realize she was essentially snooping through his contacts. Standing, her feet carry her over to the door, unlocking it so he can enter. His hair drapes loosely over his borrowed clothes, which fit despite being a bit larger on him. He spares her a wave as she walks past.
The solitude of the bathroom gives her a chance to breathe, something she didn’t realize she wasn’t doing until clicking the lock. Her hands grip the sink as thoughts swirl through her mind. The mirror hangs in front of her, leaving her reflection to stare back just as confused as she is, and she’s left to wonder where she goes from here. Purple rolls the thought around in her head.
He likes her back.
She lets the feeling linger—the joy, the hope—rather than pushing it aside like always. The fear is what comes next, ever a plague on her mind; the underlying anxiety that nothing good will last. She’s still working past those insecurities, now that her situation is somewhat stable, but old habits die hard. She allows herself to feel it all whilst her body moves on autopilot.
If he likes her, then why hasn’t he done anything yet? She splashes her face with water, sighing; the droplets run down, dripping into the sink. Maybe that’s not a fair assessment. After all, she hasn’t done anything either.
Oh no, does that mean she has to make the first move? She buries her face in a towel, groaning, hiding for a moment longer. She’s taking too long, she can’t stay here forever.
She indulges for a minute more before finally exiting the bathroom. He’s sitting on the edge of her bed, lazily checking his phone when she returns. His eyes burn holes into the screen, something akin to tired boredom gracing his features; he hasn’t noticed her yet. She knocks, gaining his attention. His mood instantly brightens once he spots her in the doorway, a gentle smile forms on his face.
Here goes nothing.
She huffs, closing the door and plopping herself next to him.
“I’m bored, let’s do something,” she announces flippantly. He clicks his phone off and places it down, giving her his full attention.
“Really?” he asks, glancing at the clock, “Are you sure?”
“Yeah! There’s still time for like, a movie. Or something?” she suggests. She reaches over to grab her own phone, shaking it for emphasis, “You haven’t seen any Outernet stuff, have you?”
“Can’t say I have,” he agrees.
“Then it’s settled,” she concludes, “Go turn the light off, it’ll look better that way.”
He does as requested and she moves so that she’s in the spot closest to the wall. After a moment of hesitation, Green joins her, sinking into the pillow. She hands her phone over to him to pick something while her hands focus on unfolding the blanket, draping it over the two of them. ‘It’s cold’ is the excuse she gives, but really, she just wants to be close to him.
Is it a bit dubious? Perhaps. But if she’s right and this works, then...
He settles on what looks like a generic romance movie, watching warily for her reaction. Not what she thought he’d pick, honestly, but she’s not against the idea. Not this time. She shifts to get comfortable, letting the movie start, and he seems to relax as well.
Purple wishes she could say she was paying attention to the plot, but in reality, she’s too busy mentally sweating buckets over her self-imposed predicament. She doesn’t understand! She’s faced death before! She’s literally died before (she thinks?) and come back to life, so why is watching a cliche romance movie the scariest thing in her life right now?!?
A light pressure presses against her arm. Looking down, she realizes Green’s resting his head on her. Somehow—and Purple says this because she’s not entirely sure how—they’ve both subconsciously inched closer together, to the point where their bodies were now touching. She grips a handful of the blanket to keep calm.
Her heart beats in her throat and it’s now very hard to keep her breathing steady. She strengthens her resolve and decides to go through with something insanely risky… and a bit cringe. Gently, she nudges Green off, stretching her arm before subtly wrapping it around him. He tenses for a few seconds, and Purple starts to worry that maybe she crossed a line, but then he melts back into her, humming contently. She fights to keep a smile off her face.
The rest of the movie is lost on her, minutes dragging on as her eyes begin to droop, tiredness from the long day finally catching up to her. Something funny must’ve happened on screen, because Green laughs softly and she feels the vibrations travel through her skin. She stifles a yawn and begins to close her eyes.
She doesn’t know how long she’s slept once she wakes up, but the room is dark again and Green is sitting up. She observes from where she lies flat against the bed, watching him internally debate whether he should stay or go sleep on the air mattress below. His hand rests atop of hers.
“You can stay,” she slurs sleepily, carefully grasping his wrist, “It’s cold down there, s’ warmer here.”
He watches her, contemplating her words and observing her expression, looking for any sign of discomfort before silently nodding and lying down. He faces her and she adjusts the blanket again to cover both of them. Like a curtain shielding them from the world, a private moment just for them.
They’re close enough to feel each other’s breaths, heat coming out in short puffs, their chests rising and falling rhythmically. Slowly, cautiously, she reaches her hand to find his, their fingers brushing lightly as they both choose to interlock.
They’re really doing this, aren’t they?
They’re both treading into unknown territory; the barrier they’ve mutually been keeping up has dissolved, leaving them with the knowledge that something between them has changed. Green brushes her hair away from her face, tucking a strand behind her ear to see her better. His free hand lingers before cupping her cheek and in return, she rubs her thumb soothingly along his other hand. She hums, satisfied.
They stay like that for who knows how long. With a burst of confidence, Purple begins to move forward. Green snaps out of his trance, following her lead moving close, close, closer. They stop right before their lips meet. She feels his hands shake, tremors indicating that he’s just as nervous as her. It’s comforting knowing she’s not the only one. She steadies herself, mentally prepping for what she’s about to do.
Purple closes the gap and presses her lips onto his.
He’s caught by surprise, taking a moment to recover before kissing back. It doesn’t last long, barely even a few seconds, but it’s everything to her. They pull back, starstruck, and they kiss again. And again, and again, and again; soft pecks and chaste kisses grace their skin, leaving no spot untouched. He pecks her cheek, so she kisses his temple. He returns the gesture on her chin and she does the same with his nose.
She brings her other hand up, tangling it in his curls as she presses her lips on his once more. She can’t get enough. It’s silly, it’s ridiculous, it’s cliche but she doesn’t care. She’s waited for this for so long and she’s just so happy. Overwhelmingly so. The whole thing causes her to tear up. She sniffs.
“Are you okay?” he pulls back, worried.
“Yeah,” she laughs wetly, rubbing her eyes, “I’m just- really happy.”
He sighs in relief, kissing her cheek again and wiping away a stray tear. The dam breaks, bursting from emotion and she can’t contain herself anymore. She laughs, soft and breathy and overflowing with joy. It triggers something in him and he joins her with a beaming smile. Their foreheads touch and their eyes meet.
They stay staring, awestruck, until the laughter dies out naturally. Green moves his arm to hug her and she does the same, pulling him closer by the waist. He adjusts himself to lay lower on the bed, tucking himself under her chin. She feels his breaths along her neck, the feeling sending shivers down her spine. Her fingers work their way back to his hair and she runs them through.
They’re cuddling now, basically. And it’s soft. She was never allowed to be soft before.
“I was so nervous when you asked me to spend the night,” he confesses, breath tickling her skin, “I thought I’d do something dumb and embarrass myself.”
“Can’t be any worse than what I’ve done today,” she huffs a laugh. It’s amusing now.
“It worked out though,” he snuggles against her, closing his eyes, “It’s why I picked that movie ‘cus I thought I had a chance. Wanted to make the first move, but I guess you beat me to it.”
The silence stretches over them, yet it’s not stifling like before.
“Um, so are we- y’know?” he asks, unsure.
“If you want to, yeah,” she answers.
“Cool,” he breathes out, relieved, “Cool cool cool.”
His fingers trace shapes along her back, fidgeting with the cloth of her shirt. He’s still nervous then, or maybe he’s just calming down from that question. Either way, she brushes his hair again in hopes it’s soothing.
“The others are going to tease me to death over this. Even worse than before,” he whispers, chuckling, “You have no idea what you do to me, y’know that?”
“Can’t be any different than what you do to me,” Purple pulls back just enough to see him, “We should probably actually go to sleep though. Would be easier dodging questions that way.”
“Shouldn’t be too hard if I’m in your arms,” Green flirts, winking.
“Oh you’re so-” she giggles, “I hate you.”
“Do you now?”
“Definitely,” Purple pulls him tighter.
“I love you too,” he murmurs. She plants a kiss on his head and closes her eyes.
~
The first thing he hears once he wakes is his phone blowing up with notifications.
Groaning, he drags a hand down his face, wondering what could possibly be so important this early. He tries to move off the bed to check it but is stopped by a pair of arms wrapped around his waist. Glancing behind, he sees that Purple is holding him.
Right, last night.
They must have changed positions at some point, because she’s essentially spooning him now. He looks back again. The light from the window settles on her, its golden hue dulled slightly by the curtains. The only thought running through his mind is how pretty she looks, bedhead, drool and all.
Another message goes through, popping the bubble of bliss. He rolls his eyes. Stretching, he manages to reach his phone, disconnecting it from Purple’s charger. It’s flooded with messages from both yesterday and this morning.
He clicks on the most recent one first, a dm from Red.
Red - Greeeeeeeeeeen
- Wake up already man we need help plleeeeeeease
He blinks at the messages, still waking up.
Green - dude what
Red - Soooo we kinda need the coords back to the portal?
- Please?
Green - are you guys in danger?
Red - No but we’re still very lost
Green - gnight then
Red - It’s 9am!!!!
Green - a beautiful 9am without any noise
- too busy cuddling purps
- you guys can survive another hour or two
Red - WHAT
- WAIT SERIOUSLY?
- LIKE ACTUALLY???? YOU ACTUALLY DID IT??!?!!!
- DUDE ANSWER YOUR PHONE YOU CAN’T JUST DROP THIS ON US
Oh whoops.
He genuinely didn’t mean to type that. Maybe he’s more tired than he thinks. A lot happened last night, after all. He switches his phone on silent and places it back on the nightstand. He’ll just go back to sleep and pretend he never saw-
“Purple?” a voice calls from the other side of the door. Mango. He knocks, waiting for a response. Green watches in terror as the door begins to open, “I just wanted to let you know, breakfast is-”
They make eye contact.
Mango looks at him. Green, who is currently being cuddled by Purple, who is his daughter, in her bed. Green sweats.
“Ah,” he says awkwardly, before nodding in what Green thinks is approval but he doesn’t want to assume and leaving, shutting the door on his way out.
Ohhh he could just die right here actually. Sink into the ground. That sounds like a good morning plan.
Purple’s arms squeeze him again, holding him in place in her sleep. He melts at her touch, blushing.
Or maybe that can wait.
Yeah, that sounds good too.