#Minecraft series created on a whim will never go as hard as this again

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Guys my grade 5 Aphmau My street Minecraft Roleplay phase just came (heh) and hit me in the guts harder than ever.

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Square Houses

Universe: Modern AU Rating: G (General/ All Ages) Length: 1370 words

This is all @kristanna’s fault because of this lovely piece of artwork from which I drew my inspiration.

Just a quick little warm and fuzzy fic about Overwatch, Minecraft, and the silly things you talk about with your significant other over video games. Best if you think of it as part of my “Where We Live“ drabble series, but you don’t need to know it to read this.

  Anna practically bit off her own tongue in frustration as she watched the word “Defeat” pop up on the screen again. The red letters had been taunting her all afternoon, and while she’d never thought of herself as a sore loser, or even a person with much of a competitive personality, she was beginning to imagine snapping the controller in half. It was a combination of three very important factors that kept her from doing so, the comforting weight of her boyfriend’s shoulder against hers, the fact that it had been her suggestion to buy it in the first place, and her sneaking suspicion that it would be much more difficult to do than her imagination lead her to believe.

           Kristoff shook his head from his space next to her on the couch. “That girl is impossible to hit I swear… what’s she called again? Maybe one of us should try playing her next round.”

           “Tracer,” Anna grumbled, “Maybe next time. I’ve decided to rage quit.”

           Of course, they’d only been playing briefly, but Anna knew she needed to take a step away. She’d had her heart set on playing Ana, for obvious reasons, and she had realized as soon as she’d played the first round that she really should have played a character that fit her playstyle instead. Kristoff had tried to talk her into a damage character, citing that it was what she did in every other game they played, but Anna wanted to be the healer and despite knowing he spoke logically, she was anything if not stubborn.

           She heard him as he tried and failed to restrain a chuckle. She watched the offending words disappear before her eyes and a replay of their failures light up the screen accompanied by the sounds of Kristoff reigning himself in. She decided not to be annoyed with him when he brought them back to the PlayStation’s home screen and kissed her temple just before standing up to swap out disks.

           “Minecraft?” she asked, wondering whether he could feel her eyes on his bum as he leaned over to press the eject button.

           If he could, he wasn’t bothered enough to react in anyway, and Anna was happy to be shifted around as he returned to the couch.

           “Mhmm,” he hummed as he switched out the disks.

           He knew the drill by now. Anna was quick to be exhausted by high energy games, and while they usually played them longer than they had today, he wasn’t shocked by her burnout. She’d had a long and hard week between her efforts to balance work, school, volunteerism, and her social life. Life for Anna was never simple, and even though her relationship with her sister was better than it had ever been before, he could tell that she’d felt lonely lately. He hated to see her so melancholy and tired.

          He sat down on the couch and with the hand not holding his controller, he directed Anna’s movements until they were comfortably snuggled together on the couch. Bending his head down slightly, he kissed the crown of her head and closed his eyes while Anna clicked them through the start screen and into the main game.

          “What were we doing last time?” he asked, loving the way it felt to have her in his lap, her back against his chest. If he could have his way, she’d always be in his arms or curled up in his lap. There was nothing he loved so much as feeling her breathing and shifting against him. He was still trying to figure out how he had been lucky enough to come to call her his own in the first place. Being hers didn’t seem like an even trade in return.

          “Gardening, I think,” she said, cozying down a bit more in his arms. She loved the ease in which they interacted. The brush of his hands against her breasts as he handled the controller brought a blush to her cheeks, but there was no awkwardness between them, only comfort.

          He chuckled, “You know we could actually garden sometime, my parents own a farm.”

          “And we live in an apartment in the middle of the city. Let me have my Minecraft garden.”

          “Baby I’d never deny you anything,” he said back with a chuckle, but Anna knew he was being honest. He’d never denied her a single whim and so long as it was up to him, she knew he never would.

          “Thank you.”

          He smiled at her returned sincerity and moved the joysticks on his controller to move around the block environment. He was busily working to finish the irrigation channel they had started the last time they played, as Anna had planted sugar cane in the adjoining squares of soil.

          “Do you want a cat or a dog?” She asked as they finished up the work and determined their next great quest.

          “We’ve already got Sven,” he replied, “well you know, game Sven… and also real Sven, who’s probably getting into the trash since we’re not telling him not to…”

          “I know, but our house is so big, I thought maybe we’d get another?”

          “You’d adopt every stray…”

          “Just be happy these ones are pixels,” she replied, knowing full well that if their current accommodations were appropriate, they would definitely have at least one more pet, and that it would be just as much his fault as her own.

          “Whatever you want baby,” he said in return, getting the feeling that he would be saying it for the rest of their real and virtual lives as he made pixel Kristoff follow pixel Anna back to the front of their pixel home.

          It had been a labor of love, many video game nights of work and planning had created a small cottage that Anna had proudly compared to a Kinkade painting. He’d laughed in return and called it a cubist rendition. It wasn’t a particularly funny joke, but when she’d laughed and smiled with all her teeth, he’d felt like the funniest man on the planet.

          “Do you think we’ll ever have that someday?”

          Her voice was so low that Kristoff barely heard her.

          He grinned in return, his eyes on the screen. “A square house made of patterned cubes?”

          Anna shook her head and blushed, “A home, like a real brick and mortar, just you and me and all the pets I decide to adopt home.”

          “Well,” he started, staring at the screen, “I always imagined it having kids in it too.”

          The screen was greyed out, and he could barely recognize thee fact that it was the paused menu screen before Anna was turning herself around.

          She turned and kissed him on instinct. It was a gut reaction of hers anytime they talked about their future.

          The controllers clanked to the couch at her side as she moved to straddle him. His hands were already finding her waist, pulling her in close to deepen their kiss. Her fingers tangled into his hair, smoothing it and toying with it as they took their time to breathe the other in.

          The last of the anxiety in her brain, the lingering tendrils of the week’s stress, melted away as they kissed and slowed and stopped to look at the other and then kissed more. The promise of a future lingering between them, as it always did, but feeling more tangible than usual with every touch.

          “I want to tell you I’m sorry for not being around a lot this week,” he said gently, his thumb rubbing circles slowly on her back, “but I feel like the slightly more urgent issue at the moment would be either going back to the game or turning off the PlayStation, because of course the game doesn’t really pause, and I think that square is a zombie coming for us.”

          Anna looked back over her shoulder to see that in the grey background of the pause screen, a zombie was indeed walking straight for her.

          “I’d also like to mention that I imagined it with far fewer members of the undead.”

          She rolled her eyes and grabbed her controller to un-pause the game and get at least herself to safety as he grabbed for his controller in return.

          She was still smiling when the screen went black.