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AU context:
Three months ago Yellow had messed with everyone’s files and was able to tweak the programming of all his friends. Including: Blue, Red, Green, The Second Coming, Purple, King Orange and of course himself. He recently had been researching the human anatomy and had become fascinated.
He compared human analogy to stick analogy. When he connected all the similarities the sticks had with humans he was able to program him and his friends into humans; of course with everyone’s consent first. Based on stick genetics there was connection to races in humans. Though he did use a bit of creative freedom,for things like hair color and eye color.
Though his friends did choose some things.
Oh yeah,they don’t have canonical genders so I get to choose the pronouns and their opinions on their genders. If you don’t agree then boo hoo.
Green:
He/Him
Purple:
Doesn’t care,but prefers She/They
(I know Purple is canonically male now but Idc bcz males can use she/her)
Red:
He/Him
(Although, the type of person that likes being called “fem terms”:
girl,queen,pretty,etc.)
The Second Coming:
He/They
(but lowk doesn’t even know what gender is, he’s the type to say “Idk, I just got here” when asked about it)
King Orange:
He/Him
(same as TSC in opinion though.)
I had this idea that Purple once ‘came out’ to King Orange and said she likes using she/her but also likes They/Them pronouns as a male and he replied with “uh..okay?” then Purple started crying and King Orange had no idea what to do because he genuinely does not care what somebody identifies as or what pronouns someone uses whatsoever, and didn’t realize this was a ‘coming out moment’
Yellow:
He/Him
Idc I see him as a geek who has hair slightly past his jaw that’s always a bit greasy, the way I like my nerds -insert drooling emoji-
Blue:
I decided to make Blue complicated since that’s how I feel it’d be since I’ve noticed a few things throughout the series that would make me believe Blue is more feminine. I feel Blue originally felt like a Guy but later realized that feminine terminology suited better. Butttt She/Her. And she has long blonde hair like the wig she wore in influencer arc, shut up.
Though I usually say He/Him when talking about Blue online since the fandom goes bat-shit at you over it.
This is Ao3 though,
YOLO
Green hadn’t visited Purple in a while. He used to visit Purple all the time but had been busy with other things and hadn’t stopped by. Green was on the phone with her when their conversation was interrupted by the witch of the friend group, Blue had just got a hold of actual alcohol. Awhile back Blue saw someone drunk in a movie and wanted to try it out. Though she realized her potions were pretty much the same thing and alcohol didn’t exactly do much to sticks. She had tried many times to make potions that mimicked the effects of alcohol but it wasn’t the same in her 'professional witch opinion.' With everyone now being human it gave her an opportunity to finally try it, though she didn’t want to keep it to herself so she busted through everyone’s bedrooms and let them choose what they wanted out of what she was able to find, then she would keep the rest to herself.
None of the sticks really know much about alcohol so they all just chose whatever bottle looked the coolest or prettiest in some cases.
Since the current house built on Alan’s computer has Green’s room built right below Blue’s, it gave Purple and Green first to call dibs.
Green switched to face time and asked Purple if she wanted any in which she said she would give it a try. So they picked one bottle to share.
Like it was previously said, they know nothing about alcohol besides the fact it makes you a little 'silly.'
Since Green is usually the color green he chose a green bottle. Agreed upon with Purple. It was a bottle of rum, Captain Morgan to be exact. A shot or two won’t make you drunk but a bit tipsy. Although, knowing NOTHING about alcohol they both have no idea what they’re in for.
Green arrives at Purple’s place
A house her and King Orange had built after he took Purple under his wing about a year ago.
Green being the polite gentleman he is, messages Purple first. Since there’s practically no door to knock on since the entrance to the house is a ladder, sorta like a tree house… without the tree part.
Purple replies with:
“dude, just come on in?”
As expected. To be fair, he use to just come right in. But since he hadn’t visited in a while, it felt wrong to just barge on in unannounced.
Green closes the trap door behind him and is instantly tackled by Purple into a hug.
“It feels like it’s been FOREVER!!”
Green signs but awkwardly hugs her back since he had the bottle in his hand still.
“Yeah sorry, I know.. got caught up in things”
Purple let go of Green and swats a hand
“It’s fineee, I get it. You don’t have to apologize.”
Green looks around the house before asking
“Is King not home?”
Purple was just eyeing the bottle but quickly looked up to reply
“Oh, no. He went out a bit ago. He’s probably not going to be back until the morning. Usually he’ll sleep in a nearby village after being out all day.”
Green scratches his head since the idea of King Orange just going out all day and sleeping in a village seemed a bit bizarre
Purple shrugs “Yeah, I don’t get why he does it either. I just assume he likes to have an adventure but ventures too far from home and gets tired.”
Somehow that just raised more questions
“What an interesting guy..” Green said while still trying to wrap his head around King Orange’s random disappearances.
Purple claps her hands together in excitement “WELL! Let’s try this drink out!”
About an hour later Purple and Green sat on the couch just completely wasted.
They tried sharing the entire bottle together. It wasn’t what they expected, but after all those Minecraft potions.. they’ve had worse. So they shared the majority of the bottle.
A quarter of the bottle still remained standing in front of the couch.
Purple stared down at her hands. She traced the lines of her palms with her eyes. Purple then turned to Green who was almost entirely spaced out.
“Green, what’s the weirdest thing about being a.. human to you?”
Green blinked a few times but seemed to be waiting for Purple to say what she found weird about being human.
Her eyes that matched her name looked back at her hands.
“Hands, fingers. They’re so… weird..”
Green nodded but he didn’t actually agree.
After all he’s had fingers before, when Second drew everyone fingers.
“I think having a REAL mouth is weirder..”
Purple stared at the ceiling and leaned back on the couch “ha, ha..yeah.. mouthes are weird.”
Purple lifted her head and stared down at her hands again. She began picking at her fingers. She wanted to ask Green something else. She probably wouldn’t have been able to do it if she were sober. Purple had watched many movies, romances included. All of those movies had built up this question.
With Purple’s mindset being a bit.. warped due to the alcohol, she was able to mutter out the question that has been dwelling since they’ve became a human.
“Have you… ever been curious about what.. kissing would be like?”
Green’s head shifted to Purple’s direction. His face twitched, after all he had thought the same thing before as well. Although, the idea of someone asking him that question made his stomach turn.
For a long moment the two just looked back at each other, not saying a word.
Purple was the first to break the silence
“I was just asking.. because I found it interesting. I’ve probably just seen too many human movies”
Purple quickly turned away trying to forget what they had asked.
Green didn’t. His gaze was still fixed on Purple.
Thoughts of what it would be like if Purple had kissed him kept playing through his head. His face began to feel warmer.
Every bit of Purple had become so much more detailed than before. Without being cautious of what he was doing Green followed each part of Purple with his eyes. Every light freckle across her tanned skin, the long hair she kept in a braid. But what seemed to stand out the most was each perfect curve of her top lip. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe Purple’s question brought on a new light he had never seen in his friend before.
Green didn’t have time to process what he was saying, the words just began to come out.
“I mean, if you are actually curious.. I.. I am too.”
Purple glanced back at Green. Her heart felt as if it stopped beating for a moment.
Purple wanted to, but the fear of ruining the friendship was the loudest thought playing through their brain.
To silence their worries she said out loud
“wouldn’t hurt to just.. try.”
She subtly moved closer to Green.
Purple’s eyes met his directly. The two didn’t exactly know how kissing worked. They’ve both only seen it on tv.
Purple was leaned over to Green. Her knees placed on each side of him. Purple was slightly above him with her hands slowly cupping Greens face. Playing out everything she had seen in the movies, her head lightly turned to the right as her lips pressed to Green’s. She only had their lips pushed to Green’s for a moment before she lifted herself to look back at Green. Both have very little knowledge on how to do this. Usually Purple would have felt this was too awkward of a situation, apologized and acted like nothing happened. But the alcohol must have done something to her usual awkward inner monologue.
Purple had almost zero thoughts against the next few actions and neither did Green.
This time Purple parts her lips open as she begins to kiss him.
Green’s hands that still had rested by his sides slowly moved to Purple’s waist. Purple was still on her knees taking a high ground over Green. But when Green’s hands landed on their waist, without removing her lips from his; Purple let herself position in a w-sit over him. Green flinched at the contact but before he could process it, Purple had moved her hand behind his neck. Even though it had seemed impossible she pulled their faces closer, and she had guided her tongue into Green’s mouth. Purple felt Green let a shocked hum into her mouth before it slowly turned to a content sigh.
Green soon leaned upwards moving his right hand down Purple’s thigh just as he also brought his tongue into Purple’s mouth. They’d rarely break apart for less than a second before closing the gap again. Not knowing much, but doing why felt right. Following what felt.. good.
Green’s hand moves back up to the rim of Purple’s shorts and he starts running his fingers along the seem. He didn’t have intention to take them off, though his hand almost had a mind of its own, traveling where it desired. Purple hadn’t minded. A small noise made its way out from Purple as Green’s fingers slid across her bare skin beneath their clothing.
Usually, as sticks they obviously wouldn’t have been wearing clothes. But something about being human made every direct contact so much more soothing.
The two broke apart, starting back, quietly listening to the echos of each other’s breaths. Warm, gentle breath reflecting onto the both of them. Green’s fingers had still been slid inside the top of Purple’s shorts. Purple moved the hand that was still on Green’s face to his hand, then gradually began to unbutton her shorts.
Then, they both heard someone coming up the ladder.
They didn’t take one moment to freeze they leaped from each other.
Surprisingly, Green was still sentient enough to remember about the bottle and quickly kicked it behind the couch and pulled out his phone to act like they were doing ANYTHING else. Purple had drank a bit more than Green had but was able to catch the memo of ‘just look at my phone.'
King Orange emerges from the trap door, closing it behind himself.
“Green! Didn’t expect to see you here. How’ve you been?”
Green blinks at his question. He heard what was said but comprehending it was the difficult part.
Green just nods and mumbles
“Uhh.. yeah.”
King Orange raised an eyebrow to the two slumped on the couch in some sort of strange silence.
He clears his throat and begins rearranging the things he had gathered on his trip onto the counter, throwing some things into chests as needed. A few fruits and other foods rested on the counter.
King Orange lifts a loaf of bread
“I grabbed some food for the week, nothing much. I can always get actual food that isn’t Minecraft, if I have to.”
Green and Purple hadn’t realized how hard the alcohol had hit them until they had to communicate with someone other than themselves while also trying to act as natural as possible.
King Orange looks back to the sofa. Green sat scrolling aimlessly on his phone as Purple watched over his shoulder.
“..are you two.. okay? You’re really quiet.”
King asks in concern
Green swallows hard but looks up to King Orange. Trying not to come off any weirder.
“We’re just… tired.”
King Orange didn’t buy it. Though, he has nothing else to believe. So he just nodded still concerned and maybe a bit confused.
“..alright.”
Purple took a glance at Green both their faces sharing the same rosy flush.
Neither were sure if it’s from the alcohol or almost being caught.
But what they did know…
This will not be the last time.