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[02 september] x-men: evolution | summerfest
Title: summerfest
Day/Theme: 02 sept // yours till hell freezes
Series: x-men: evolution
Character/Pairing: bobby+jubilee
Rating: pg
Notes: this was such a good show you guys. SO GOOD.
this was an exercise in writing something i used to love back in them good ol' days and seeing if i had at all improved in not being a gross life-sucking fangirl. MISSION: FAIL'DD. (but without shame, because i can't not be a hideous life-sucking incomprehensible fangirl when it comes to this show. it is my RUSHMORE.)
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"Make me a snow cone." Jubilee commanded. She was leaning against the wall connected to the balcony; her feet were bare and dangling over the railing harmlessly.
Bobby was fighting to summon up some energy to tell her no. He settled for giving a limp shake of the head that could maybe pass for a refusal. "Mmnf."
"But it's hot." she complained loudly, fanning herself with a bangled hand, all bedecked in neon rings and faux-gold chains, like she had raided twenty little girls' jewelry boxes.
"Way to point out the obvious, Captain-- ..Obvious."
Jubilee gave a loud, unattractive snort of laughter and nearly fell two stories, just managing to keep balance. "Just make me a snow cone. C'mon. You can totally do it!"
"I know I can, I just don't want to." From his collapsed position on the floor, feet splayed out before him while his upper body rested uncomfortably on the balcony's bars, he could see the stitching coming apart on the bottom of Jubilee's shirt. If he craned his neck up, anyways, which hurt, so he didn't do it after once and just closed his eyes lazily. "Your shirt's stiching's coming apart."
"Yes, it is. Like I am coming apart. For you." She put on a husky voice at the very last two words, not sounding entirely unlike Mystique come down with a bad cough.
"That was the most unsexiest thing I've ever heard." Bobby paused. "Don't stop."
They snorted unattractively together, and then went into simultaneous spontaneous giggle fits, laughing idiotically for some minutes. It died down, as all incidental fits of humor are apt to, and Jubilee resumed her annoying badgering.
"Make me a snow cone!"
"No comprendo, amigo." Bobby drawled. Jubilee suddenly turned herself over, hooking her legs underneath the railing with gymnast precision, and kissed Bobby. It was sort of weirdly sloppy, and awkward, because Jubilee was being all Spiderman and doing it upside-down, her hair getting ticklish in his face, but it was also sort of sweet, in a sugary, artificial coloring kind of way.
She finished with a loud smack, just like a bubblegum she had just popped, and it was gross.
"You're disgusting." Bobby said, still tasting the sticky popsicle flavor in his mouth. He remembered devouring three packs of Astro Pops between the two of them, only an hour ago. Scott would kill them (again).
Jubilee giggled, blew at his face, and flipped over into a position gravity would rightfully have her in. "You taste like crotch, Drake. Crotch and cheese. Crotch 'n cheese sandwich. I'm hungry." She padded away into the mansion, her feet bouncing on their heels.
His lips felt numb. They were probably an Astro Pop blue, too. Weird for a first kiss, but not bad. Nonchalantly, he got up and followed her inside.
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EDIT: what the hell, indents work?
Day/Theme: 02 sept // yours till hell freezes
Series: x-men: evolution
Character/Pairing: bobby+jubilee
Rating: pg
Notes: this was such a good show you guys. SO GOOD.
this was an exercise in writing something i used to love back in them good ol' days and seeing if i had at all improved in not being a gross life-sucking fangirl. MISSION: FAIL'DD. (but without shame, because i can't not be a hideous life-sucking incomprehensible fangirl when it comes to this show. it is my RUSHMORE.)
-----
"Make me a snow cone." Jubilee commanded. She was leaning against the wall connected to the balcony; her feet were bare and dangling over the railing harmlessly.
Bobby was fighting to summon up some energy to tell her no. He settled for giving a limp shake of the head that could maybe pass for a refusal. "Mmnf."
"But it's hot." she complained loudly, fanning herself with a bangled hand, all bedecked in neon rings and faux-gold chains, like she had raided twenty little girls' jewelry boxes.
"Way to point out the obvious, Captain-- ..Obvious."
Jubilee gave a loud, unattractive snort of laughter and nearly fell two stories, just managing to keep balance. "Just make me a snow cone. C'mon. You can totally do it!"
"I know I can, I just don't want to." From his collapsed position on the floor, feet splayed out before him while his upper body rested uncomfortably on the balcony's bars, he could see the stitching coming apart on the bottom of Jubilee's shirt. If he craned his neck up, anyways, which hurt, so he didn't do it after once and just closed his eyes lazily. "Your shirt's stiching's coming apart."
"Yes, it is. Like I am coming apart. For you." She put on a husky voice at the very last two words, not sounding entirely unlike Mystique come down with a bad cough.
"That was the most unsexiest thing I've ever heard." Bobby paused. "Don't stop."
They snorted unattractively together, and then went into simultaneous spontaneous giggle fits, laughing idiotically for some minutes. It died down, as all incidental fits of humor are apt to, and Jubilee resumed her annoying badgering.
"Make me a snow cone!"
"No comprendo, amigo." Bobby drawled. Jubilee suddenly turned herself over, hooking her legs underneath the railing with gymnast precision, and kissed Bobby. It was sort of weirdly sloppy, and awkward, because Jubilee was being all Spiderman and doing it upside-down, her hair getting ticklish in his face, but it was also sort of sweet, in a sugary, artificial coloring kind of way.
She finished with a loud smack, just like a bubblegum she had just popped, and it was gross.
"You're disgusting." Bobby said, still tasting the sticky popsicle flavor in his mouth. He remembered devouring three packs of Astro Pops between the two of them, only an hour ago. Scott would kill them (again).
Jubilee giggled, blew at his face, and flipped over into a position gravity would rightfully have her in. "You taste like crotch, Drake. Crotch and cheese. Crotch 'n cheese sandwich. I'm hungry." She padded away into the mansion, her feet bouncing on their heels.
His lips felt numb. They were probably an Astro Pop blue, too. Weird for a first kiss, but not bad. Nonchalantly, he got up and followed her inside.
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EDIT: what the hell, indents work?