#sorry for replying late I was playing minecraft-

[8golden-harvest8]

Just wanted to thank you directly for the kind words about Overmorrow!! I hope you have a great time writing to your heart’s content!

Your welcome!! That fic is your baby and it deserves that praise! You did amazing with it!! :D I wish you all the luck for your future projects!

And thank you! I’ll do my best!! Hopefully when I get do a set amount of words I’ll post it on AO3, one day-! ;w;

[delulustateofmind]

Long Distance - The Epilogue

All good things come to an end, and sometimes you earn that fairy tale wedding.

Blurb, Part One, Part Two, Part Three, End :)

TW: Slight Angst, Rude parents trope, language barriers, switch to Japanese to English. FLUFFY : HAPPY ENDING!!

WC: roughly 10k

Ever since you left—left him at the airport—you hadn’t heard from Satoru.

No texts. No calls. Not even a single notification on Discord.

You stared at the ring sitting on your desk, its once-brilliant diamond now dulled under a thin layer of dust. Beside it was the small snow globe of Tokyo he had given you, its tiny cityscape frozen in time, just like the memories of your time together.

The glow from your PC cast long shadows over the desk, and your gaze drifted to the Minecraft launcher icon on your screen. It had been months since you last logged in. You probably owed an absurd amount of rent in that small, pixelated towny server—the same server where it all began.

You wondered if Satoru still played. If he still logged in late at night, planting those ridiculous, mismatched crops he always insisted were "aesthetic" while teasing you for being too organized.

But you didn’t dare log in to check.

A month passed.

And then another.

The ring stayed where it was, untouched and unboxed. You couldn’t bring yourself to put it away. To hide it meant pretending it never happened, and pretending was something you were terrible at.

Your life went on in fragments. Work, sleep, occasional moments of laughter with friends—but nothing felt whole. It was as if a part of you had been left behind in that airport, still clinging to Satoru’s tear-streaked face as he begged you to stay.

It was late one night when the first notification came.

A faint ping echoed from your phone, breaking the silence of your room. Your heart leapt as you grabbed it, half-hoping, half-dreading.

A single message blinked on the screen:

青眼の白龍:

“Hey… are you there?”

Your breath caught. It was the first message you’d seen from him in months, and the sight of his username alone was enough to send a wave of emotions crashing over you.

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, unsure what to say. Every possible reply felt too small, too inadequate to bridge the chasm that had grown between you.

Before you could respond, another message appeared:

“Sorry. This is stupid. I just…”

“I miss you.”

The tears came before you could stop them, spilling onto your cheeks as you clutched the phone tightly.

It took you a few minutes to compose yourself before typing a reply.

“I’m here.”

The typing bubble appeared almost instantly, and his next message came through faster than you expected.

“I needed to work on some things before I could reach out.”

Your chest tightened, and you hesitated before typing again.

“Satoru, I…” You paused, deleting and rewriting the words several times before settling on, “I miss you too.”

A few days later, you finally worked up the courage to open Minecraft.

The familiar loading screen greeted you, and as you entered the server, you braced yourself for the emptiness you expected.

But when the world was rendered around you, you realized it wasn’t empty at all.

The town was still there, its quaint buildings and sprawling fields just as you remembered. And in the distance, near the little house you had built together, was a figure in familiar white leather armor, standing by a new structure you didn’t recognize.

Your heart raced as you approached.

The new building was a small chapel, simple but beautiful, with pixelated flowers lining the path to its door.

Satoru’s character turned to face yours, his usual goofy skin replaced by something more formal—a pixelated suit.

青眼の白龍:

“I made this for us.”

Your hands trembled as you typed back.

“For us?”

青眼の白龍:

“Yeah. In case you wanted to get married… here. Or in Stardew. Or Animal Crossing. Or real life. Wherever you want.”

Tears blurred your vision as you stared at the screen, the ring glinting faintly in the corner of your eye.

For the first time in months, you felt like you could breathe again. Like the distance between you wasn’t so insurmountable after all.

And as Satoru’s character took a clumsy bow before stepping closer, you smiled, finally typing the words you’d been too scared to say out loud.

“I’d like that.”

You stared at the Discord notification, the little pop-up hovering on your screen. An Excel spreadsheet attachment.

青眼の白龍:

“Can you hop on a call?”

In-game, his Minecraft character crouched and uncrouched repeatedly, moving closer to your own as if mirroring his real-life restlessness. You hesitated for only a moment before clicking to join the call, your heart pounding so loudly it drowned out the little jingle of the Discord ringtone.

“Satoru?” you said softly as the call connected.

The sound of his voice on the other end nearly undid you. “Hey,” he said, his voice rough, quieter than you remembered. “Open the sheet.”

His English sounded more stilted, more foreign than usual, the confidence you’d grown so used to stripped away. You wondered if he’d stopped practicing in your absence—no daily calls, no teasing corrections.

Your hands trembled as you opened the attachment. Rows of neatly organized text filled the screen, and as you scrolled, your breath caught.

Four apartment listings. Three job applications. And at the bottom, a house listing.

“Satoru…”

“I… ah…” He paused, searching for the right words. “How do you say… I want you to move here.”

Your chest tightened as his words hit you.

“So I took the initiative,” he continued, his voice faltering slightly. “Teaching job… teaching English. A job at my family’s hotel, assistant role… And a job at an international school.”

You scrolled further, seeing contracts already attached, pay highlighted in bold. The effort, the thought, the sheer amount of planning he’d put into this—it was overwhelming.

“I found apartments for us,” he went on, the hurt in his tone unmistakable. “My place… too big. I like being close.”

Your vision blurred with tears as you tried to focus on the spreadsheet, each carefully linked document pulling at your heart.

“I toured them,” he said softly. “Linked are photos.”

Tears spilled freely now, and you couldn’t hold back the quiet sob that escaped your lips.

“The house though,” he added, his voice quieter, tinged with something raw, “it comes with a shop at the bottom. An apartment above. I will pay for you to do whatever you want with it. Bookstore, cafe, tutoring center… you can even become a yakuza member, and I’d support you.”

You let out a watery laugh, your shoulders shaking as you wiped at your face.

“So please,” he murmured, the vulnerability in his voice breaking something inside you, “just… come to me.”

For a moment, you couldn’t speak, the weight of his words and the love behind them pressing down on your chest. You stared at the screen, at the tiny, crouching character that mirrored the man waiting for your answer on the other end of the call.

“I don’t deserve you,” you finally choked out, your voice trembling.

“No,” he said firmly, his tone cutting through your tears. “I don’t deserve you. But I’m trying. I will keep trying.”

You took a shaky breath, staring at the ring on your desk, the snow globe beside it, and the spreadsheet glowing on your screen. Your heart ached with how much thought and effort Satoru had put into this. It wasn’t just a plea—it was a plan, a future laid out neatly in rows and columns, each detail a reflection of how deeply he wanted you there.

But reality came crashing down as the words tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop them.

“Satoru, I can’t just… up and leave.”

The silence on the other end of the call was deafening.

“I mean,” you stammered, tears pooling in your eyes again, “my job, my family, my life here… I can’t just drop everything and move across the world like it’s that simple.”

His soft exhale carried through the call, and when he spoke, his voice was low, careful. “I know it’s not simple. I know it’s asking a lot.”

You could almost hear the tension in his shoulders, the way he was likely running a hand through his hair the way he always did when he was trying to stay calm.

“But,” he continued, switching to Japanese, his words trembling slightly, “君がいないと、どこにいても空っぽなんだ。(Without you, no matter where I am, it feels empty.)”

You pressed a hand over your mouth, trying to muffle the sob threatening to escape.

“Satoru,” you whispered, “it’s not that I don’t want to. I just…” You trailed off, the weight of everything crashing over you. “What if I get there, and I can’t adjust? What if it’s too much? What if I make the wrong decision?”

“Then we’ll figure it out together,” he said immediately, his voice firmer now. “If it’s too much, we’ll fix it. If it’s the wrong decision, then I’ll make it right. I’ll make everything right.”

You shook your head, even though he couldn’t see you. “It’s not that easy.”

“It doesn’t have to be easy,” he said, switching back to English, his accent thick but steady. “I just… want to try. I want us to try. That’s all I’m asking.”

The words hung between you, and for a moment, all you could hear was the soft hum of the computer and the faint sound of him breathing on the other end of the call.

Finally, he spoke again, quieter this time. “You don’t have to decide now.”

Your breath hitched, and you gripped the edge of the desk tightly.

“Take time,” he continued. “Think about it. But… don’t throw it away. Don’t throw us away. Please.”

Your tears spilled over as you stared at the spreadsheet, the apartment listings, the job offers. The life he was building for you, brick by painstaking brick.

“I’ll think about it,” you said finally, your voice trembling.

His relief was audible, even through the call. “Okay,” he murmured, his tone softening. “That’s all I ask.”

Neither of you said anything for a long moment, the silence heavy but not unbearable.

“I miss you,” he said finally, his voice so quiet you almost didn’t hear it. “So much.”

“I miss you too,” you replied, playing with one of the knick knacks on your desk.

After you ended the call, you sat there for a long time, staring at the ring, the snow globe, and the spreadsheet on your screen. Your heart felt like it was being pulled in two directions, the weight of the decision pressing heavily on your chest.

Would it be a mistake to up and leave?

The question haunted you, whispering doubts in the quiet moments when you let yourself think too much. But chances like this… chances like him don’t just happen.

Love doesn’t just happen, and people don’t love like he does—not the way Satoru does, with his boundless energy and sincerity. He had carved a space for you in his life, in his heart, and in his plans, and no matter how much you tried to reason against it, you kept coming back to the same conclusion: you wanted to try.

You spent the next week discussing it with your family. They asked questions, expressed concerns, but ultimately, they saw the way your face lit up when you talked about him. Your dad grumbled something about “city boys” but added, begrudgingly, that it was your life to live.

Occasionally, you’d talk with Satoru. He was kind enough not to bring it up, giving you the space you needed to process. Instead, your conversations drifted back to the easy familiarity you’d missed so much. You began to sleep on calls again, his soft breathing in the background lulling you into a peace you hadn’t felt in months.

And when the deadline for your teaching contract came, you didn’t sign it.

You packed up your classroom, the memories of each lesson and every student tucked away in boxes marked Fragile. Boxes that will be left at your parents. And then you stared at one last box sitting at your front door, adorned with haphazardly placed Fragile stickers and taped-over Minecraft decals.

To: My Minecraft GF

From: Your Minecraft BF

The words made you laugh despite yourself. He really was a loser when you thought about it—a ridiculously sweet, lovable loser.

You snapped a picture of the box and sent it to him, expecting he’d already be asleep given the time difference.

But your phone rang almost immediately.

“You got it!” Satoru chimed brightly, his voice so full of joy it made your heart ache. “良かったね (Good, right?)! I was kind of worried it wouldn’t get there in time.”

You hummed, lifting the box and carrying it inside your apartment. The sound of it made him pause.

“Satoru, what is this?” you asked, setting the box down carefully on the counter.

“Mmm,” he mused, his voice softening with a teasing edge, “just things you’ll need for when you move here, obviously!”

Your heart stuttered at the ease with which he said it. “You sent me a box of… necessities?”

“Yup!” he said, laughing softly. “I took the liberty of doing all the hard stuff. Moving here is めんどくさい (a hassle), you know? Paperwork, bank accounts, utilities—it’s insane. But don’t worry, I’ve got it all figured out.”

You smiled faintly, running your fingers over the tape on the box. “You’ve really thought of everything, haven’t you?”

“Of course,” he said without hesitation. “You deserve the easiest move ever. I just… want it to be perfect for you.”

The emotion in his voice caught you off guard, and you blinked back the sudden sting of tears. You weren't sure when you started becoming a crybaby around him.

“Satoru,” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly, “you didn’t have to go through all that trouble.”

“I wanted to,” he said simply, his tone so earnest it made your heart swell and pound in your chest. You almost feared it would burst. “I want you to feel like this is your home too. Not just mine.”

You swallowed hard, leaning against the counter as your fingers traced the edge of the box. “Thank you,” you said softly.

“Open it!” he encouraged, his excitement palpable. “I want to hear what you think!”

You laughed quietly, grabbing a knife to cut through the tape. “Alright, alright, I’m opening it.”

Inside, you found a mix of practical items and Satoru’s signature quirks: a guidebook to navigating Japanese bureaucracy, a prepaid Japanese SIM card, a set of keys on a keychain shaped like a tiny Minecraft diamond sword, and—because it was Satoru—a plush whale shark.

“I saw the whale shark and couldn’t resist,” he said sheepishly. “I thought it could keep you company on the plane.”

You laughed, holding the plush to your chest as your tears finally spilled over. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you love me for it,” he teased, his voice soft but confident.

You sniffled, nodding even though he couldn’t see you. “Yeah,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “I do.”

The line went quiet for a moment before he spoke again, switching to Japanese, his tone lower but filled with raw emotion.

“じゃあ、帰ってきて。(Then come home.)”

And so you did.

The moment you walked out of customs, the chaos of the bustling airport seemed to fade into the background. There he was, standing tall and impossible to miss, with his white hair practically glowing under the fluorescent lights. He held a hand-made sign that read “Welcome Home, My soon-to-be Wife” in messy, oversized English letters. The corners of the sign were adorned with doodles of hearts and what you thought were supposed to be doodles of the two of you, though Satoru’s artistic skills left much to be desired.

You froze, your chest tightening once again. It wasn’t just the sight of him—it was the way his bright blue eyes immediately found yours, as though he’d been scanning the crowd for no one but you. His lips stretched into a grin, so wide and boyish that it tugged at something deep in your chest.

“Y/N!” he called out, waving the sign enthusiastically and nearly hitting an unsuspecting traveler. His voice carried over the noise, his accent still heavy, but the sound of it warmed you in a way that made the past months of waiting melt away.

You wove through the crowd, your carry-on dragging behind you, until you were close enough to see the subtle flush on his cheeks and the slight tremor in his hand holding the sign. “My flight was on time, you lunatic,” you said, a smile tugging at your lips.

“Details,” he replied, his grin widening as he tossed the sign aside and pulled you into his arms.

The hug was overwhelming, his warmth engulfing you as he buried his face in your shoulder. You could feel him take a shaky breath, and his voice came out softer now, almost reverent. “会いたかった。(I missed you.)”

Your throat tightened, but you managed to whisper, “I missed you too.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his hands still resting on your shoulders. His blue eyes scanned your face as if to memorize every detail, and then, with a teasing smirk, he said, “Did you cry on the plane? Thinking about me?”

You rolled your eyes, smacking his chest lightly. “Not even a little.”

“Liar,” he said with a laugh, grabbing your carry-on before slinging an arm around your shoulders. “Come on. I’ve been waiting for hours, and I’m starving. Let’s go home.”

The car ride was quieter, the hum of the engine filling the spaces between soft words and lingering glances. Ijichi, ever the patient (forced to be) assistant, focused on the road while Satoru made himself comfortable in the backseat.

He leaned against you, his head resting on your shoulder as his hand slipped into yours. His fingers toyed with yours absently, like he couldn’t quite believe you were real.

“You tired?” you asked, glancing down at him.

“うん、ちょっとだけ。(Yeah, just a little),” he murmured, though the way he clung to you said otherwise. “Not tired—just… happy. You’re here.”

The simplicity of his words made you smile softly. You squeezed his hand, leaning your head against his. “I’m here.”

As the car wove through the streets of Tokyo and into the quieter outskirts, you felt peace as you ran your fingers through his snowy white hair to which he hummed.

When the car pulled up to the house, you couldn’t stop the small gasp that escaped your lips. It wasn’t at all what you had expected. Nestled at the end of a quiet street, the traditional Japanese home stood with its sloping tiled roof and wooden lattice windows, surrounded by an overgrown garden that seemed to be fighting to reclaim the space. The setting sun cast a golden glow over it, illuminating the imperfections—the peeling paint, the worn steps leading to the entrance—but also the charm that made it feel alive.

“It’s… old,” Satoru said, scratching the back of his neck as he stepped out of the car. He glanced at you, his expression a mix of excitement and hesitation. “Needs some work. A lot of work, actually. But I thought…” He trailed off, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“You thought what?” you asked, stepping out and taking it all in, the scent of fresh earth and the faint buzz of cicadas filling the air.

“I thought it could be ours,” he said softly, his gaze darting away from you. “You know, something we build together. Like a project.”

Your chest tightened as you turned to him, taking in the nervous way he kept glancing at the house and then back at you. You stepped closer, slipping your hand into his. “It’s perfect,” you said, your voice steady.

The tension in his shoulders melted as he squeezed your hand, his grin breaking through. “Yeah?”

You nodded, smiling. “Yeah.”

He exhaled deeply, his free hand brushing through his hair. “Good. Because I might’ve, uh, skipped a step or two when I bought it. Like asking for your opinion first.”

You laughed, giving him a playful shove. “That’s pretty on-brand for you.”

“Hey, what can I say? I’m a man of action,” he teased, his grin widening as he tugged you toward the front steps.

And he was a man of action. That much had been proven in the whirlwind of lawyer meetings, paperwork, and sleepless nights that had led to this moment. Somehow, he’d managed to cut through the red tape and jump through the countless hoops required to make you not just his wife, but also a Japanese citizen. A home-owning Japanese citizen. A future business owner.

The weight of it all pressed on your chest for a moment, the enormity of this new life making your stomach twist. But before you could spiral too deeply into your thoughts, Satoru gave your hand another tug, grounding you with the warmth of his touch.

“Come on,” he said, leading you toward the private entrance tucked beside the storefront. “Wait until you see it. You’re gonna love it.”

The apartment sat atop the shop, its entrance marked by a small, well-worn door that opened to a narrow staircase. He pulled you along with an almost childlike eagerness.

The stairs creaked as you climbed, and when you reached the top, Satoru paused, fishing out a set of keys from his pocket. He fumbled with them for a moment before pushing open the door, stepping aside to let you in first.

“Welcome home,” he said softly, his voice laced with a mix of pride and vulnerability.

As the two of you walked into the apartment, the weight of everything you were stepping into became more real. The wooden floors creaked under your feet, and the air smelled faintly of cedar and something older. The tatami mats in one room were worn but still beautiful, and the kitchen, though outdated, had a charm that made you picture quiet mornings and shared meals.

“This kitchen,” Satoru said, leaning against the doorway, “needs upgrades. Like, a lot. But I already have plans. Fancy ones. Don’t worry—I’ll handle it.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You’ll handle it?”

“Of course,” he said, his grin widening. “I’m a very handy husband, didn’t you know?”

“Sure you are,” you teased, rolling your eyes as you ran your fingers along the wooden countertop. “It really is beautiful, Satoru. It feels like home.”

His teasing demeanor faltered for a moment, replaced by something softer. “That’s the point,” he said quietly.

But before the conversation could deepen, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He sighed, pulling it out and glancing at the screen.

“Family?” you asked gently.

He nodded, his expression shifting. “Yeah. I told them today.”

Your stomach twisted. “Do you want me to…?”

He shook his head quickly. “No. You don’t need to hear this.”

He stepped out onto the porch, his voice low at first as he spoke into the phone. But it didn’t take long for the conversation to escalate.

“お母さん、聞いて。(Mom, listen.)” His voice was firm but calm, though the tension in his shoulders was clear even through the doorway.

“結婚した？(You got married?)”

“Yes,” he said, switching briefly to English before reverting to Japanese. “僕たちはもう夫婦だ。(We’re already married.)”

“私たちに何も相談しないで？(Without consulting us at all?)”

“相談する必要なんてないでしょ。(There was no need to consult you.)”

Your heart sank as you stepped closer to the door, hearing fragments of the conversation.

“伝統を無視していい理由にはならない。(That doesn’t mean you can ignore tradition.)”

“伝統って？僕の人生を誰か他の人に決めさせることが伝統だっていうの？(Tradition? You mean letting someone else decide my life for me is tradition?)”

The silence that followed was deafening before his father’s voice broke through, lower and colder. “彼女は一体何を持っている？お金？地位？名誉？(What does she have? Money? Status? Prestige?)”

Satoru froze for a moment, his hand tightening into a fist. “彼女が持っているのは、僕を愛してくれる心だけだ。(What she has is a heart that loves me.)”

You swallowed hard as you realized how much he was standing up for you—how much this moment might cost him.

When he finally ended the call, he stepped back inside, his face flushed with frustration. He looked at you, his expression softening as he muttered, “怒ってる。(They’re angry.)”

You hesitated, wringing your hands. “私のせいで？(Because of me?)”

“違う。(No.)” He stepped closer, his hands finding yours. “これは僕が選んだことだ。君を守るのは僕の責任。(This was my choice. It’s my responsibility to protect you.)”

“But they’re your family,” you said softly, your voice trembling.

He let out a breath, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “君も僕の家族だ。(You’re my family too.)”

His blue eyes softened, and the tension in his face faded as he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “心配しないで。(Don’t worry.)”

You nodded, about to speak before he interrupted.

“Now,” he said, breaking the moment with his usual grin, “let’s go figure out what’s for dinner. I’ve been married for, like, two minutes, and I already feel like I deserve a good meal.”

You laughed, swatting his arm as he pulled you further into the house. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love me for it,” he teased, his voice finally light again as he led you toward the kitchen.

After settling into your new home, you and Satoru decided to explore the neighborhood and find a place to eat. The evening air was cool, carrying the scent of blossoming flowers as you walked hand in hand down the quaint streets. Street lights began to flicker to life, casting a warm glow that reflected in Satoru's bright blue eyes.

You stumbled upon a cozy, traditional restaurant tucked away on a quiet corner. The wooden exterior and noren curtains gave it an inviting feel. Inside, you were seated at a low table near a window overlooking a small garden. The soft murmur of conversation and the clink of dishware created an atmosphere of serene intimacy.

At dinner, Satoru was already whining about how much he desperately wanted a big wedding, his voice rising dramatically enough to draw glances from nearby tables.

“I’m just saying,” he began, his lips pouting as he leaned closer, “we deserved better than a courthouse wedding. It’s terrible how many loopholes foreigners have to go through to get here.”

His fingers laced with yours on the table, his thumb brushing over your knuckles absentmindedly.

“You deserve the big cake, the beautiful dress, the embarrassing 叔父 (uncle) who drinks too much—all of it!” He hummed softly before lifting your hand to his lips, planting a tender kiss on the back of it.

You couldn’t help the way your cheeks warmed at his words, the sincerity in his tone catching you off guard.

“First,” he continued, his expression brightening, “we’ll get that little shop of yours sorted. I’ve already talked to contractors—”

“Satoru,” you interrupted gently, glancing away from him.

He paused, tilting his head curiously as he studied your face. “Too fast?” he teased lightly, though there was a flicker of concern in his eyes.

You hesitated, your voice quieter when you finally spoke. “We got married on a whim. What if this is just a honeymoon phase?”

Satoru had always been the type to jump head first into things. This wasn’t going to be any different for him.

His grin faltered for a split second, but then it returned, softer this time. “A honeymoon isn’t supposed to be a nightmare,” he replied, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re cruel, my wife.”

Before you could respond, he brought your hand to his lips again, this time pressing a flurry of featherlight kisses along your knuckles.

“Satoru,” you hissed, pulling your hand back slightly, “people are staring.”

“Let them stare,” he said with a wink, his voice dropping to a soft murmur as he leaned closer. “I don’t care who’s watching. You live in my thoughts, in my dreams—you’re everywhere to me.”

Your breath hitched as he sat back, his expression unusually serious. “I’ve never known love to feel like this,” he admitted, switching to Japanese as his words grew more raw. “君がいると、初めて本当に愛を知った。(With you, I’ve truly understood love for the first time.)”

You looked away, overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze, but he reached out, gently cupping your cheek and turning your face back toward his.

“I am so sure about this,” he said firmly, his eyes never leaving yours.

For a moment, the noise of the restaurant faded away, leaving only the two of you in your little world. His thumb brushed your cheek as he smiled softly, his voice dipping to a whisper.

“Trust me, Y/N. This isn’t a phase. It’s us.”

You felt your chest tighten, the doubts that had been bubbling at the edges of your mind beginning to dissolve.

“I’m just scared,” you admitted, your voice barely audible.

“I know,” he replied, his tone steady. “But I’ll keep proving it to you. Every day. For as long as it takes.”

And so you both had little life moments that ultimately led to your big day.

Like IKEA.

“We could have gone to a department store,” Satoru whined, stretching his impossibly long legs out as he sat cross-legged on the floor. His white hair was already sticking up from where he’d run his fingers through it in frustration.

“We’re saving money,” you replied, pulling out the infamous IKEA instructions and flattening them on the floor.

“Not saving time,” he shot back with a teasing grin, leaning back on his hands as he watched you. “But if my wife wants IKEA, then my wife gets IKEA!”

You rolled your eyes, nudging him with your foot. “Don’t start. This was your idea too.”

“Was it?” he hummed, pretending to think. “I feel like I was tricked into this.”

Five hours later, the two of you sat in front of a half-built entertainment center. You both looked disheveled—Satoru with his sleeves pushed up, his hair a wild mess, and you with a pencil tucked behind your ear.

“This… should not have taken five hours,” you muttered, glaring at the pile of screws still sitting in the box.

Satoru groaned, resting his forehead against the edge of the unfinished piece of furniture. “We’re paying for the assembly next time.”

“I told you to follow the instructions!”

“I did follow them!” he shot back, switching to Japanese mid-rant. “でも、これめちゃくちゃだ！(But this is ridiculous!)”

He reached for another screw, cursing under his breath as it refused to cooperate. You stifled a laugh at his frustration, which only earned you a dramatic glare.

“You’re laughing now, but you’ll be crying when this thing collapses under the weight of all my consoles,” he huffed, gesturing toward the collection of vintage Nintendo systems and the PS5 sitting nearby.

“Your consoles?” you teased. “Pretty sure half of those are mine.”

He smirked, his irritation melting away as he looked at you. “Fine. Our consoles. But I’m still blaming you if this thing falls apart.”

When the entertainment center finally came together, you both sat back, exhausted but victorious.

“Not bad,” Satoru admitted, inspecting the finished product. Then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, he leaned over and kissed your temple. “Still hate IKEA, though.”

“Me too,” you said with a laugh. “But admit it—it’s kind of nice, isn’t it? Building something together.”

He smiled, his teasing tone softening. “Yeah. It is. But we could have just built something in minecraft too.” To which he earned a slap from you.

Then there was your first argument.

It wasn’t about anything catastrophic, but it felt significant nonetheless—like a crack in the foundation you were building together. And though the language barrier between you was smaller than it had been when you first met, it still had a way of making difficult conversations even harder.

“I just don’t understand why you don’t open up!” you exclaimed, your voice bouncing off the walls of the apartment. “Some days you’re as open as a flower, and then others you shut me out completely!”

Satoru stood by the kitchen counter, his hands braced against the edge as he avoided your gaze. You could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw tightened as he processed your words.

“I’ve noticed how exhausted you’ve been lately,” you continued, your voice softening slightly. “You’ve taken on the family business and you’re still teaching night classes at the university. You can’t keep going like this, Satoru.”

He muttered something in Japanese under his breath, too quiet for you to catch, before finally straightening up. His voice, when it came, was sharp and fast, the words spilling out in rapid-fire Japanese.

“君に全部を話すのは簡単じゃないんだ！家族の期待、仕事のプレッシャー、全部が僕を押し潰しそうで…(It’s not easy to tell you everything! The expectations of my family, the pressure from work—it feels like it’s crushing me!)”

“Slow down, please,” you interrupted, holding up a hand as your frustration bubbled over. “I can’t keep up when you talk that fast.”

He rolled his eyes, muttering another string of Japanese before slamming the door as he left the room.

You stared at the now-closed door, your heart pounding as anger and confusion swirled inside you. “So we’re acting like children now,” you muttered under your breath, your voice dripping with irritation.

The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the faint creak of the floorboards as you paced the living room, occasionally glancing at the shut kitchen sliding door.

It took nearly an hour before the door opened again.

Satoru leaned against the doorframe, his hair disheveled and his expression guarded. He held something in his hands—one of your favorite mugs filled with tea.

“飲む？(Drink?)” he asked softly, holding it out to you. His English wavered slightly as he added, “For… peace?”

You hesitated before taking the mug, the warmth of it grounding you. “Thanks,” you muttered, glancing up at him. “Are you ready to talk now?”

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “ごめん。(Sorry.)”

“For what?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“For… yelling,” he said, his words slow and deliberate as he switched to English. “I… don’t talk about my feelings well. In Japanese or English. It’s hard.”

You nodded, sipping the tea as you waited for him to continue.

“家族の期待はすごく重い。(The expectations from my family are so heavy.)” He switched back to Japanese, his voice quieter now. “そして、自分の弱さを君に見せるのが怖い。(And I’m scared to show you my weaknesses.)”

You frowned, setting the mug down as you reached for his hand. “I’m not here to judge you, Satoru. I’m here to support you. But I can’t do that if you keep shutting me out.”

He looked down at your joined hands, his lips pressing into a thin line before he nodded slowly. “I know. I’ll… try. Really.”

You smiled faintly, squeezing his hand. “That’s all I need.”

He met your gaze, his usual teasing grin returning faintly, though the hint of uncertainty in his eyes betrayed him. “So… we’re good? You still love me?”

“Depends,” you said, raising an eyebrow, crossing your arms for added effect. “Are you done slamming doors like a child?”

Satoru winced dramatically, running a hand through his messy hair. “Ouch, low blow,” he muttered in Japanese, “でも、たぶんそれは正しい。(But maybe that’s fair.)”

You raised an eyebrow further, watching as he tilted his head like he was weighing his options.

“Okay,” he said finally, his hands raised in mock surrender. “No more slamming doors. Promise.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, pretending to think it over before relenting with a small smile. “Good. Then yeah, we’re good. And I still love you. For some reason.”

He lit up at that, his grin widening into something more familiar, more Satoru. “For some reason?” he repeated, feigning offense as he leaned closer. “Excuse me? I am incredibly lovable, thank you very much.”

“Debatable,” you teased, but the warmth in your voice undercut your words.

He smirked, his teasing tone softening into something more serious as he reached out to cup your cheek. His thumb brushed lightly against your skin as his voice dipped, switching to Japanese.

“君が怒っても、俺はいつも君を愛してるよ。(Even when you’re mad, I always love you.)”

“Then maybe don’t give me a reason to be mad next time,” you whispered, your lips twitching into a smile.

“Deal,” he said with a laugh, pulling you into his arms. “But only if you promise not to glare at me like that. It’s scary, you know.”

“Scary?” you scoffed, but your laughter was muffled as he buried his face into your shoulder, holding you tightly as if to make up for the earlier tension.

“Terrifying,” he murmured against your skin, though the smile you could feel against your shoulder told you he didn’t mind one bit.

Yet, you still had your difficult moments with him. Moments like meeting his parents.

The Gojo family estate was vast—almost intimidatingly so. It was the kind of place you’d only ever seen in dramas or movies, with sprawling gardens, traditional architecture, and the faint, soothing sound of water trickling from a nearby koi pond. The scale of it was breathtaking, but it also made you acutely aware of just how far removed this life was from your own.

“You have your own bathhouse and hot spring?” you asked, staring at the steam rising from the far end of the property.

“What? You don’t?” Satoru teased, his grin smug.

You rolled your eyes, smacking the back of his head lightly. “You’re impossible.”

He chuckled, rubbing the spot where you hit him. “Careful, wife. They might be watching,” he said, glancing around dramatically.

Your stomach tightened at the reminder of why you were here. His parents. The people who had made it clear over the phone that they were less than thrilled about your marriage.

Satoru must have noticed the shift in your expression because he immediately stepped closer, his hand finding yours. “Hey,” he said softly, his teasing tone replaced with something gentler. “It’s going to be fine. They’re… difficult, but they’ll come around. Eventually.”

“And if they don’t?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“それならそれでいい。(Then that’s fine.),” he said firmly, his blue eyes meeting yours. “君は俺の家族なんだから。(You’re my family now.)”

When the two of you finally entered the main house, it felt like stepping into another world. The polished wooden floors gleamed under the soft light filtering in through the shoji screens, and the faint scent of incense lingered in the air.

His mother was the first to greet you, her sharp gaze sweeping over you like a scan. She was poised and elegant, every inch the matriarch of a powerful family. Her lips curved into a polite smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“これが奥さん？(So, this is the wife?)” she said, her tone clipped but not outright hostile.

You opened your mouth to respond, but Satoru stepped in immediately, his arm slipping around your waist.

“そうです、お母さん。(That’s right, Mom.)” His grin was disarming, but his tone carried a hint of challenge.

His mother’s eyes lingered on you for a moment before she said, “少なくとも見た目は悪くないわね。(At least she doesn’t look bad.)”

Your stomach churned, but you managed to bow politely. “ありがとうございます。(Thank you.)”

She raised an eyebrow at your response but didn’t say anything further, instead turning toward Satoru.

“悟、私たちの期待を知っているはずよ。(Satoru, you should know our expectations.)”

“知ってるよ。(I know),” he replied smoothly. “でも、僕の選びに自信がある。(But I’m confident in my choice.)”

His mother’s lips pressed into a thin line, but she said nothing.

Dinner was tense.

His father sat at the head of the table, his presence quieter but no less imposing. He said little, but the disapproval in his gaze was unmistakable. His mother, on the other hand, seemed determined to test you with pointed questions and subtle remarks.

“あなたは何ができるの？(What can you do?)” she asked at one point, her eyes narrowing slightly. “家族に貢献できる能力はあるの？(Do you have any abilities that can contribute to the family?)”

You opened your mouth, but Satoru cut in before you could speak.

“お母さん、そ��な言い方やめて。(Mom, don’t talk like that.)” His tone was light but firm, the edges of his grin sharp.

She turned her attention to him, sighing dramatically. “悟、こんな女性を選ぶなんて、あなたらしくないわ。(Satoru, choosing a woman like this—it’s so unlike you.)”

His grin widened, though his hand tightened slightly around yours under the table. “それが僕の魅力でしょ？(That’s my charm, isn’t it?)”

Later, as you and Satoru strolled through the serene garden, the tension from dinner lingered like a faint fog in the crisp evening air. The koi pond reflected the moonlight, its ripples breaking the stillness, but your mind was far from calm.

“Well, that was… something,” you said, glancing at him as you walked side by side.

“See? Not so bad,” he replied casually, though the slight slump of his shoulders betrayed him.

You raised an eyebrow. “Your mom basically said I wasn’t good enough for you.”

“And she’s wrong,” he replied immediately, his tone firm as he slipped his hand into yours. His fingers interlaced with yours as if to ground you.

You frowned, glancing at the ground. “But what if they never accept me? What if they always look at me like I don’t belong here?”

He stopped walking, gently tugging on your hand to make you stop too. When you looked up at him, his expression was soft but teasing, his blue eyes sparkling in the moonlight.

“Don’t worry,” he said, his lips curving into a grin. “Even if they hate you, I’ll keep you around like a little Pokémon. My little Pokémon.”

Your lips twitched as you tried to suppress a laugh. “Your little Pokémon?”

“Mm-hmm,” he nodded solemnly, leaning closer as his grin widened. “I’ll carry you around in a Pokéball if I have to. Feed you berries. Make you fight other Pokémon for me.”

You finally burst out laughing, swatting at his arm. “You’re ridiculous!”

“But it worked, didn’t it?” he said, his tone smug as he straightened up and began walking again, still holding your hand.

His humor, silly as it was, had a way of making the world feel lighter, more manageable.

“Seriously, though,” he said after a moment, his voice softening. “I don’t care what they think. You’re my wife. My partner. That’s all that matters to me.”

The sincerity in his words made your throat tighten, and you gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “Thanks, Satoru. For always making me feel like I belong.”

“You do belong,” he said firmly, his grin returning. “Now, come on. Let’s see if I can find another reason for you to smack me tonight. It’s becoming my favorite sport.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you let him lead you deeper into the garden, the tension from the evening melting away with every step, maybe moving to japan wasn’t so bad.

The shop came together slowly. What started as an empty, tired space transformed into something warm and inviting, with walls freshly painted in a color you both agreed on after hours of debate and laughter. The floors, once scuffed and dull, were polished until they gleamed, and the large windows let in sunlight that danced across the room in golden patches.

Satoru was there every single day. He showed up with coffee in the mornings, his hair messy and his grin wide, and stayed until the late hours, determined to see the shop come to life. He insisted on helping with everything—painting walls, unpacking boxes, even assembling shelves, though you’d banned him from building furniture unsupervised after the IKEA incident.

“Careful with that,” you said one afternoon as he attempted to hammer a nail into the wall for a shelf.

“I am careful,” he replied, pouting slightly as he adjusted his grip. “You don’t trust me?”

“Not when it comes to tools,” you teased, earning a dramatic gasp from him.

He placed a hand over his chest, his blue eyes wide. “You wound me, my love. My dear, sweet wife, doesn't her manly husband help her?”

You threw a pencil at him that he dodged with a boyish giggle. You loved your little idiot.

The grand opening was a whirlwind of emotions. From the moment you flipped the sign to “Open,” the little bell above the door jingled nonstop as customers poured in.

Satoru was your biggest cheerleader, practically buzzing with excitement as he handed out flyers outside.

“My wife’s shop!” he announced proudly to anyone within earshot, switching between Japanese and English as he grinned from ear to ear. “She’s amazing! You have to come see it!”

Every time a customer entered, he followed them in, gesturing around the shop with exaggerated enthusiasm. “見て、全部彼女のアイデアだよ！(Look, everything was her idea!)”

You caught him once talking to a group of teenagers, pointing to a shelf. “That one? I built it. With these hands. For her,” he said, dramatically placing a hand on his chest. “Pretty romantic, huh?”

You rolled your eyes at him from behind the counter, but your smile betrayed you.

That night, after the last customer had left and you’d flipped the sign to “Closed,” the two of you sat behind the counter. The shop was quiet now, the soft glow of the overhead lights casting a warm light over the space.

Satoru leaned back against the counter, watching as you counted the day’s earnings. His expression was relaxed, but his eyes were filled with pride.

“Successful first day,” he said softly, breaking the silence.

You nodded, setting the stack of bills aside. “It went better than I expected.”

He leaned closer, resting his chin on your shoulder. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

You turned to look at him, your heart swelling at the sincerity in his voice. “I couldn’t have done it without you,” you admitted.

He grinned, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You could’ve, but I wouldn’t have let you. Watching you build this…” His voice trailed off for a moment, and he sighed contentedly. “I’ve never been more proud of you.”

You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes, but you blinked them away, leaning into his touch.

“Thank you,” you whispered. “For everything. For believing in me. For doing this all for me.”

“Always,” he murmured, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer. “I am the best husband, after all.”

And finally, the big day came.

Two years of building your life together in Japan. Two years of pushing through challenges, laughter, tears, and countless shared moments that made you stronger. And now, the day you’d dreamed of was here—your big wedding.

What you weren’t prepared for, though, was the overwhelming anxiety of it all.

The Gojo family name carried weight. As the heir, Satoru’s life was always under scrutiny, and this wedding was no exception. A small fortune had been spent on the event—no expense spared. The guest list was a who’s who of Japan’s elite, from business tycoons to celebrities, and social media buzzed with headlines like “A Cinderella Story: Gojo Heir Marries Foreigner” and “Love Beyond Borders: The Gojo Wedding”.

The sheer magnitude of it all made your hands tremble as you adjusted the flowers in your bouquet for what felt like the hundredth time. You fidgeted with your dress, smoothing the fabric and taking a deep breath as you stood at the grand doors to the altar.

Your father stood beside you, his arm steady under yours. He grunted softly, giving you a small, reassuring smile, though you could see the glint of unshed tears in his eyes.

“You ready, kid?” he asked gruffly, his voice thick with emotion.

You nodded, though your heart felt like it might leap out of your chest. “I think so.”

The music swelled, and the grand doors slowly creaked open.

This was it.

The sunlight streamed through the ornate stained-glass windows, casting colorful patterns on the polished floor as you stepped forward. The room was a blur of faces—guests turning to watch you with awe and admiration—but none of it mattered.

Your eyes locked on Satoru.

He stood at the altar, impossibly handsome in a tailored suit that fit him perfectly. His broad shoulders were relaxed, but his hands clasped in front of him betrayed the slightest hint of nervousness.

The moment he turned to look at you, everything else melted away.

His pale blue eyes widened, the teasing sparkle you’d grown so used to replaced by something softer, something raw. His boyish grin faltered for a moment as his gaze traveled from your face to the delicate details of your dress and back again.

Then, just as you reached the halfway point, his grin returned—but softer, warmer, and tinged with vulnerability. His lips parted slightly, and you watched as he blinked rapidly, his shoulders stiffening.

Gojo Satoru, the man who could laugh through anything, was holding back tears.

You bit your lip to stop your own emotions from spilling over, focusing on your steps as you walked down the aisle. When you finally reached him, your father placed your hand in Satoru’s, his grip firm as if passing you over was the most important thing he’d ever do.

“Take care of her,” your father said quietly, his voice gruff but thick with emotion.

Satoru nodded, his usual bravado nowhere to be found. “Always,” he replied softly, his voice trembling ever so slightly.

When you turned to face him fully, he squeezed your hand gently, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a soothing motion.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. Then, switching to Japanese, he added, “世界で一番きれいだ。(You’re the most beautiful in the world.)”

The ceremony was stunning—flowers perfectly arranged, sunlight filtering through the venue in golden hues, and soft murmurs from the guests creating a gentle hum of anticipation. But everything faded into the background as Satoru stepped forward, your hands in his, the warmth of his touch grounding you in the moment.

He cleared his throat, his usual confident grin replaced by something far more vulnerable. His pale blue eyes met yours, filled with emotion, and as he opened his mouth to speak, you could hear the nervous tremor in his voice.

“If I… uh…” he paused, his tongue darting out to wet his lips before he tried again. “If I had known I was going to meet the love of my life on some… some family-friendly Minecraft server…”

He stopped, a soft chuckle escaping him as he switched to Japanese without realizing it. “本当に信じられなかった。(I really wouldn’t have believed it.)”

The crowd chuckled gently, but his gaze never wavered from yours. He switched back to English, his accent thicker than usual as he struggled through his nerves. “I… I thought life was enough. Being the best at everything. Being by myself. Accepting that there were dreams I… couldn’t reach.”

He swallowed hard, his voice trembling slightly as he slipped back into Japanese. “そう思ってたんだけど…君と出会うまでは。(That’s what I thought… until I met you.)”

His grip on your hands tightened, his thumbs brushing over your skin. “Until I met her. My wife,” he said, his voice breaking slightly on the word. “My wife who left her hometown. My wife who… who came here to build a life with me.” He stopped, blinking rapidly as tears gathered in his eyes. “My wife who…挑戦するたびに強くなる。(Who becomes stronger with every challenge.)”

A soft sniffle escaped him, and he let out a shaky laugh, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand before returning it to yours. “I can’t wait to… uh…” He faltered, switching back to Japanese as his emotions overtook him. “歳を取るのが楽しみだ。(I can’t wait to grow old together.)”

The guests leaned in, captivated, as he tried again in English, his voice raw. “To have… sick days with you. Laying in bed… with runny noses. Soup… soup warming in our kitchen.” His laugh broke through the emotion, and he sniffled again, blinking back tears.

“I can’t wait to… to have little arguments… and big ones. Ones that show how much we… we care.” His lips quirked into a wobbly smile, his eyes glistening. “I can’t wait to… to go to bed with you every night. And wake up to you every morning. With the sun shining through the window.”

He exhaled shakily, his voice softening as he continued in Japanese, the words spilling out like a confession. “君に似た子供が欲しいな。(I hope our children look like you.)”

You heard the crowd gasp softly, their emotion mirroring his as he continued, his voice thick with tears. “I can’t wait to live the rest of my days with you. 君だけだ。(You’re my one and only.)”

You couldn’t stop your own tears now, your heart aching with how much love and vulnerability he poured into every word. Something that was so unlike him.

He hesitated, his voice a trembling whisper as he leaned forward just slightly, his eyes never leaving yours. “Are you… ready for forever?”

You nodded, your voice breaking as you whispered back, “Ready.”

The officiant’s voice was a blur, the moment surreal as Satoru finally leaned down, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss so tender, so full of emotion, it felt like the world itself paused.

The applause, the cheers, the tears of the guests—all of it faded into the background.

And with that. You had landed your fairy tale ending.

A/n: I tried to really showcase domestic bliss but also the challenges of a new relationship and the challenges of moving in after a long distance. I cut out A LOT, this series rots my brain. I could continue it for ages, but I fear that all good things must come to an end to stay good, and I'd like to work on some other characters. Thank you all for taking the time to read the fic and leave such nice comments. Truly had been a wonderful journey.

Some more thoughts nobody asked for, but it's information that I feel like needs to be elaborated.

Who fell first?

Reader...but Satoru fell extremely hard. It was when he ended the call that he had to do math problems just to keep him from texting you. He didn't realize it at first though.

Do they have kids?

Yes! 2-3 actually, Gojo family ends up coming around to the reader after everything. Especially when the kids are born. The mother becomes a bit softer. Though Satoru doesn't trust them with overnight babysitting, he leaves Suguru or Nanami for that. Gojo does end up leaving teaching, but when his kids get older, he does go and do experimental demos in their classes. 100% takes fewer business trips. If they're longer, he tries to make them a family vacation. Unfortunately, he does his best to give his kids a normal childhood, but with the family name, they do have to go to private school.

Why no smut:

Was originally going to be yandere, but I wanted something fluffy to work on. This is why I didn't include smut. However, I imagined the reader having no experience, so when things did come down to it. Satoru was very gentle and reassuring the whole time, so much that she slapped him for it after he said, "Is this okay?" For the hundredth time.

Again, thank you all for reading. 🩷

[lightwing-s]

hello! i recently found your stories and i love how you write! so i was thinking, how about jason x gamer reader? idk why i have this idea of him coming back from patrol and finding you still awake playing a horror game or even minecraft (you have no idea how much time passes by without noticing jsjssjs)

hope you have a nice week! :)

You were too deep into whatever scary game you were playing to notice your boyfriend, who’d just climbed up a window to get to your small flat, doing so after a long but thankfully not busy night of patrol.

Jason shook his head when he finally settled inside your home, checking his watch to verify it was past 4:30am, way past your bedtime if you wanted to not be late for work.

“Babe?” he called, but he was promptly ignored. The clicking noises of your fingertips on your keyboard and the tenebrous music coming from your headphones were the only sounds filling the room as he approached you ever so slowly.

His mind flew to a mischievous idea, tiptoeing his way to you, making sure to hold in his breath as to not give him away. He grabbed a plush toy from your bed, throwing it at a lamp just enough for it to cast a moving shadow, managing to get your attention for a few seconds before your eyes returned to your computer screen.

Allowing a smirk to grow on his lips, he took the last steps to reach your side, his hands moving to a position that made him look like he came out of Michael Jackson’s Thriller music video, creeping up towards you.

Without taking any more chances, he jumped on you, and you screamed your lungs out in return, falling from your chair and knocking your head against your desk. Your computer screen and a few other items fell from it, as you curled up on yourself underneath the desk.

“Jason!” you cried out as you realized who your attacker was, your  boyfriend now rolling on your bed from laughter. 

The son of a bitch, who had already gotten rid of the majority of his vigilante outfit, held his stomach, pressing it down to stop hurting as he continued to laugh at your face. Your initial pout soon too turned into your own laugh, as his laugh was too contagious to get mad over.

“Why did you do that?” you kicked at his feet, after standing up and approaching him on your bed. You spread his legs open with your knees, his jeans long gone in favor of his boxer briefs, and you settled in and threw yourself on top of his chest.

“It just looked too perfect not to do it.” he stated, drying out the tears under his eye.

“That was mean.” you groaned, resting your head on his chest and letting out a yawn you did not see coming, tiredness reaching your eyes and weighting them down.

“I know,” he simply replied. “But you should’ve been in bed.”

“I’m sorry.” you apologized, already half asleep on top of him, feeling the warmth emanating from his body engulf you into the dreamland. “I promise I can wake up just in time.”

“Or I can call in sick for you,” he offered, placing a kiss on your hair. He could barely feel it against his shirt, but you nodded in response, letting out a soft moan and you drifted off sleep.” 

“You’re the best. I love you, Jay.” you said, voice muffled by his shirt.

“I love you too, baby girl”

[misojunnie]

can i request this?

https://www.tumblr.com/misojunnie/728375539407159296/i-find-the-vampire-and-werewolf-rivalry-dynamic

but instead of vampires it's witch/warlock/wizard please?

☆ &team as your werewolf bf! w/ a witch (or warlock) partner :)

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byun eui joo - ej

is very unserious about you being a witch

when you finally confessed his first question was to ask if you could cast a spell on him that gave him super strength

he's so easy going n sweet :( got very quickly acclimated to the magical door slamming, floating pots and pans, etc

"honey, next time you summon a goetic demon, can you please make sure he's gone by dinnertime?"

murata fuma - fuma

quite surprised you were a witch; probably made an awful pun to cover up his shock

will easily lay his life down to protect you from the people who are prejudiced against you, even if its a fellow werewolf

you love your man <3 someone tried to jump him once and you cursed them for all of eternity

"can you do the dishes tonight? and please don't bring them to life on accident again."

koga yudai- k

tried to scare you away with garlic when he found out, and you had to tell him that only works on vampires

despite his initial shock, he quickly got accustomed to your habits

read the entire wikipedia page on witches so he'd be "well informed of all your needs"

makes an awful witch themed pun at least once a week, ex: "witch, please."

wang yixiang- nicholas

found out you were a witch like a week before you broke the news

^ secretly peeked into your bedroom one time and saw you curling your hair with a levitating curling iron, but decided to say nothing until you were ready

hates it when you put spells on him, eg; "I'm leaving, and if you even try to immobilize me, y/n, I swear to god-"

has asked you to curse ta-ki more than once or twice

nakakita yuma - yuma

he thinks it's hot

asks you to put spells on him so he can walk on the ceiling, which you continually tell him don't exist

tried to prank you once and you used magic to throw him through six layers of drywall on instinct

safe to say he hasn't tried to prank you since

asakura jo - jo

didn't even believe you at first, his first reply was "oh, really? then where's your big hat?"

it took you a week to convince him that it wasn't a prank, and he only believed you after you sent him through space and time

always takes care of you after you exhaust yourself from casting too many spells

found out you were ironically terrified of the conjuring and still makes fun of you for it

shigeta harua - harua

was shocked at first, but quickly came around when he realized how wonderful your magic could be

always wants to hear witch lore and all the stories about your covens and history

was suspicious you put a love spell on him but eventually realized that he just loves you a lot. damn.

hates when you make him clean because he knows you could easily do it with magic

ta-ki

poor baby went into actual shock when you told him you were a witch, but he had no complaints

genuinely had no idea that witches existed

"wait, so do you have warts and stuff? no judgement."

is still amazed every time you do a spell, even years later

hirota riki - maki

his only knowledge of witches comes from playing minecraft

"so wait, you don't live in a hut? not even a swamp?"

when he gets too hyper you cast a spell on him that glues him to the wall or something (comes in handy when you need to study)

asks you to summon demons just to do his homework

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a/n: sorry for this super late reply! I have very little knowledge of witches so I hope I did this request justice ;-; this was sooo fun

[adumbratrapedme]

"An autumn and spring love" Chapter 1

Story is mine, check it out on AO3, i'll update first there.

Tw: Dubcon, Older x younger, Teacher x alumn, bad english, NSFW, SH, Depression and other topics that might be triggering.

Summary:

High school. A fresh start. That's what Y/N Yamaguchi craved after years of homeschooling due to bullying. With her supportive twin brother, Tadashi, and the twin's best friend, Kei Tsukishima (who harbors a secret crush on her!), Y/N is ready to conquer Karasuno High.

But her journey takes a surprising turn when she joins the volleyball team as their manager. There, she encounters Ukai Kenshin, the charming coach who seems like the perfect gentleman. Older, experienced – surely he'll be the prince charming Y/N dreams of, right? poor y/n, little she knows what waits for her.."

Crash! A hard object smacked against my face, jolting me awake at 6:00 am.

"Ugh, Dashi! Why are you waking me up so early?!" I groaned, momentarily blinded by a light that flooded the room. "What's your problem?!"

Laughter erupted. I whipped around to see both my brother and Tsukishima doubled over, clutching their stomachs. Ignoring their snickers, I slumped back into bed. Pulling an all-nighter playing Minecraft with my friend Kenma, who was feeling down, wasn't exactly ideal preparation for this rude awakening.

"Wait... what time is it?" Panic clawed at my throat as I scrambled out of bed. Their laughter intensified.

"Took you long enough," Tsukishima wheezed between laughs. "Relax, you're not late. I'll wait downstairs." Yamaguchi tossed the comment over his shoulder as he exited the room.

How could I forget? Today was my first day at Karasuno High. Months had passed since classes started, but I'd been dealing with personal issues that delayed my enrollment. A knot of nervousness formed in my stomach. It had been a while since I'd been in a formal school setting, but I was determined to give it another shot.

Reaching for my shirt, I froze. Tsukishima still lingered by the doorway, seemingly frozen.

"Privacy! Get out!" I barked, launching a barrage of plushies at him. "Go bother Dashi! I need to get ready for school!"

"Okay, okay, sorry! Just… spaced out for a sec," he mumbled, shutting the door and fleeing downstairs.

"Stupid Tsukishima," I muttered. Starting my morning routine, I pulled off my shirt. But as I reached for my uniform, a wave of sadness washed over me. My wrists, usually hidden, bore the scars of past struggles. Tears pricked my eyes as memories of the past four years – those were really hard times for my parents, my brother and even Tsukishima – threatened to overwhelm me.

Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to focus on the present. The past couldn't be changed, but I could choose to move forward. Though it was a hot summer day, I opted for wearing a cardigan on top of the shirt. Dealing with unwanted questions and stares was the last thing I needed right now.

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After a few minutes I scrambled downstairs, a knot of nerves tightening in my stomach. Yamaguchi and Tsukishima stood by the door, their faces a mix of amusement and concern. My parents peeked out from the kitchen doorway, their smiles strained with worry.

"Ready to go, y/n?" my brother asked, his voice laced with a hint of nervousness.

"Almost," I replied, forcing a smile. My parents approached, their arms wrapping around me in a tight hug.

"You'll do great, honey," Mom whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "And remember, if things get too much, just call us. We'll be here in a flash."

Dad squeezed my shoulders gently. "Don't be afraid to stand your ground," he said firmly. "And if anyone gives you trouble…" He left the unspoken threat hanging in the air.

I squeezed them back, a wave of gratitude washing over me. "Thanks, guys," I mumbled, wiping away a stray tear. "I love you both."

With goodbyes exchanged, I rushed out the door, catching up to Yamaguchi and Tsukishima. The summer sun beat down mercilessly, and I tugged self-consciously at the long sleeves of my uniform.

Tsukishima, uncharacteristically hesitant, shot me a sidelong glance. "How are you… really doing?" he asked awkwardly. We all knew the weight of his question.

I chuckled softly. "Tsuki, come on, you practically live at my house these days. You know I'm okay," I reassured him gently.

"Yeah, I guess," he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck. "Just checking. Though, it's a scorcher today. You sure about that long sleeve?" I sighed. "You know why I wear it, Tsukishima. Unwanted attention."

He nodded, his gaze softening. "Yeah, I get it. But listen, you shouldn't be ashamed. Besides, if anyone gives you trouble, I can shut them down fast. I'm a lot tougher than I used to be..." The last part was barely a whisper, seemingly meant only for my ears.

My brother grinned, stepping forward. "He's right, y/n. Thanks to Tsukishima, nobody messes with me anymore."

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We continued our walk towards the station, but a brightly lit convenience store caught my eye. "Hold on, I need some candy!" I exclaimed, dashing inside.

"Seriously? Candy at this hour?" Tsukishima muttered to my brother, who chuckled softly. They followed me in, both ending up chatting with the cashier.

As I emerged with my sugary loot, they were introducing me to someone new. "[Your Name], this is Ukai Sensei," my brother said. "He's our new volleyball coach. You'll be seeing him a lot now that you're the manager."

A hot blush crept up my cheeks. I mumbled a greeting, "Nice to meet you," without making eye contact with Ukai. I'd seen him around the convenience store before, and secretly thought he was cute. Now, face-to-face with him in this unexpected situation, I felt a wave of shyness.

Ukai's smile widened when he saw me. "Ah, so you must be Yamaguchi's sister, y/n? I've heard quite a bit about you." His voice was surprisingly gentle. "He's been a nervous wreck about your first day, gotta say, he's quite the caring brother." A chuckle escaped his lips.

My cheeks burned hotter than ever. Dashi had been talking about me with him? Did he even know I existed before? More importantly, did he think I was… cute? My train of thought was derailed by Tsukishima's voice.

 “we should get going, dont want to be late again “ he said grabbing me and my brother from the shoulder and pulling us outside the store.

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The train screeched to a halt, jolting us back to reality. A wave of nervousness washed over me as we disembarked. The imposing school building loomed ahead, looking far larger than it probably was in my anxious state.

Two hands grasped mine – dashi and kei, their faces etched with silent encouragement. Their touch calmed the storm brewing within me. We walked towards the school gates with each step building a sliver of confidence.

Unfortunately, that feeling was short-lived. Upon arrival, I discovered that they wouldn't be in the same class as me. My heart sank. I was a self-proclaimed introvert, new people made my skin crawl, and it always took forever to feel comfortable around them so it was definitely going to be hard but Dashi had a plan. He assured me a few of his friends were in that class and I'd be okay. Trusting him, I walked in. The room fell silent. Everyone knew the new girl was the volleyball player's sister. Opting for the back of the class, my nerves churned. The last thing I needed right now was to throw up on anyone.

A few agonizing hours later, the bell finally rang. I met Hinata and Kageyama, Dashi's friends. They were a whirlwind of noise and questions, well-meaning but overwhelming. While I wasn't instantly best friends, they were slowly growing on me.

I spent lunch with Kei since my brother had to catch up with a school project, he kinda introduced me into the manager duties and right now we are walkint towards the school gym, Im scared, i dont know those new guys and they are probably taller than me... besides that Ukai is DEFINITELY going to be there.... what if I screw up? i've never been a manager before!

The gym doors creaked open, revealing a gaggle of expectant boys. Dashi definitely spilled the beans! Seriously, was he my brother or a walking megaphone? Before I could even blink, they swarmed me, a barrage of questions erupting like a popcorn machine. Anxiety clawed at my throat. I darted a helpless glance at Tsukishima, who was doubled over with laughter in the corner. Traitor.

I stammered out answers, desperately trying to keep up with their rapid-fire introductions. Just then, the doors flew open again. And there he was... Ukai Sensei! My cheeks burned. He looked way different outside of his usual uniform. Cute. Dangerously cute. Before I could even process it all, a hand clamped around my arm and yanked me away.

"Oi! Knock it off," Ukai barked, his voice surprisingly firm. "Don't scare her off on the first day. 25 laps around the court. Now!"

Tanaka and Nishinoya grumbled their complaints, but their eyes sparkled with mischief. They even muttered something about "being blessed with cute managers" On the other side, Tsukishima shot me an annoyed glare. Laps were his least favorite punishment. I couldn't resist sticking out my tongue and letting out a silent giggle at his expense.

Coach Ukai introduced me to Yachi and Kiyoko, both radiating warmth and kindness (and undeniably cute, now I understand Tanaka's words). They patiently showed me the basics, making a nerve-wracking day a little more manageable.

Throughout practice, I couldn't shake the feeling of Coach Ukai's lingering gaze. He seemed to find every excuse to approach me, sending butterflies fluttering in my stomach. The attention made me blush, but a voice of reason piped up. It was best not to get ahead of myself. He's the coach, and I'm a student... he could never pay attention to me... He was probably just trying to make my day better and make sure i was ok...

Practice finally wrapped up after what felt like an eternity. I started gathering my things, eager to join the guys on their way out. But Coach Ukai had other plans. "Why don't you get a head start on cleaning duty?" he suggested. "Good way to familiarize yourself with the routine."

Tsukishima, ever the helpful soul he is (lol), offered to lend a hand. Ukai, however, shook his head with a smile. "Don't worry Tsukishima, I can teach her, besides that im better at it so she will learn from the best"

A blush crept up my cheeks. Right. Probably best to keep things professional. Waving goodbye to the guys, I reassured them and Dashi would let ourparents know I'd be a little late. As the gym door shut behind the last teammate, a nervous giggle escaped my lips. Just me and Coach Ukai... cleaning the gym. This could be interesting.

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next chapter what happened at the gym, dont forget i also posted this on AO3 and ill update them there first before reposting here

[dat-lil-shark]

Now I wanna know what the scenes would look like in the pixie au where Bulkhead, Miko, Arcee, Jack, Megatron and Starscream got trapped in a cave

How it play out? How will Megatron and Jack talk about it? How does Miko and Bulkhead look in that cave scene SO MUCH QUESTIONS

WOW MY FIRST ASK! NOW THIS IS SPECIAL!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS AND SORRY FOR REPLYING SO LATE!

So, I have originally thought about drawing for this idea but I got too many things on my plates lately that that plan is simply not possible. I also don’t know what to draw for it too so I’ve decided the best idea is to answer you straight on! Basically to answer some of them and to sum things up the best way as I can: Megatron was REALLY curious about how the Pixie’s mind works. For the longest time Megatron believes them to be simply mindless and primitive creatures like bugs, and couldn’t care about them less. But when he learned that Optimus seemed to be really fascinated by these creatures and grew protective over them, he gets more curious because he knew a simple bug or a rat isn’t enough to fascinate Optimus to that degree, so he wondered about the charms these creatures had that could make a fascinated child out of Optimus. He had his conversation with Jack because he wanted to see just how smart a Pixie is, how their minds work, and how much Jack knows about Optimus.

The results are more than surprising to Megatron, but not at all unexpected, as Jack made the exact decision Optimus would have, and he was aware of that. This not only showed that Jack have a sense of morality but also is capable of understanding and reading human minds, and this answered a lot of questions Megatron had. Would Megatron show empathy to the pixies from now on? No he would not. But was he very entertained by the results? Absolutely.

As for Bulkhead and Miko, things were way more dire on their side since both of them requires oxygen now and could suffocate. Bulkhead also later ended having both of his arms and two ribs fractured from holding up the boulder. When he had to be bedridden for weeks and had casts on both of his arms for an even longer time (Arcee commented that he looked like a Minecraft villager), and Miko insisted on staying by his side the whole time, to the point she eventually built a little nest on his cast. She felt really guilty for what happened to her giant friend, and also feared that she could be captured by that scary skinny giant (Starscream) if she left his side for too long again. Ratchet tried to pick her off like a mouse a few times cause he’s worried Miko’s present might hinder Bulkhead’s recovery, but Miko would hiss at him, even threatened to bite him, everytime, so he eventually gave up.

Starscream, on the other hand, had to be bedridden even longer cause he not only also got fractured arms and ribs from the boulder as well (Megatron only allowed some Vehicons to come and save him after Starscream was on the brink of death) he totally was also bitten by Miko like a bean bag. I might add that Pixie Miko have some poison like wasps, that’s why her colors are so bright, and she probably also didn’t belonged in the desert, maybe a jungle pixie or something that came here for adventure. So Starscream was totally messed up. Knockout even suggested to amputate one of his arms at one point based on how swollen it was from the poison, and it was only a miracle that SS ended up keeping it.

Yeah. I really LOVE asks like these, cause my Pixie AU is my favourite AU by far! So PLEASE ANON ask anything you like about this AU! The only thing I will NOT answer about this AU is anything scraplets related cause…. You know… AHEM let’s pretend the scraplets do not exist all together in this AU shall we?

[linkito]

HI HELLO HI. dumping these here :3

🎨🌓🌿

THIS IS SO LATE LOL BUT—

🎨 favorite piece of fanart? link it!

Oh god. Oh geez. That’s so hard to judge. I’ll just judge it based on what’s saved on my phone.

Obviously I adore applestruda’s art, it’s always so stunning. This particular piece of Scar from sl has been my phone background since the finale. I absolutely love it.

Next is this piece by skimmeh of stareater au Scar and Grian who I ADORE. I love their Grian he is so creature and pesky. And this specific piece is just so cute. I love the hug under the jacket specifically, the clinginess of it. (it reminds me of how I hug my own bf lol)

And then this particular frame from doody and maruu’s ddvau — I am such a sucker for civilian Grian in this comic. Something about him having a regular, adorable, mundane crush on his coworker Scar amidst a literal superhero chaos au is just… so precious to me?? and this frame of him dreaming of being happy and in love is so— aughhhhh. I use this as my pfp in a few places. I love it.

and then of course general love to some of my other favorite artists like ange whose art always emotionally destroys me and looks so dang soft, plume whose art I just recently found and im obsessed with their expressions, and nox and jas for always spoiling us with desert duo every day and undoubtedly more artists too agdjdhdjfk

🌓 opinions on the watcher lore?

oh I love watcher lore. I specifically love when it’s not overt, when it’s sprinkled in and subtle. but I also love the overt stuff don’t get me wrong.

for personal headcanons, I usually imagine Grian as an escaped watcher-in-training with all of the evo members carrying their own sort of trauma related to watchers. BIG fan of everything Martyn does in the life series too. I literally cheer when the dramatic voice starts playing hehe

🌿 any favorite interpretations?

hmmm this is vague so I’m not sure exactly what it was meant to ask but…

One of my favorite things is the way time is interpreted in @lovesick-x-prince’s Nobody Feels Like You?? if that makes sense??

the fic takes place in third life and I believe it’s written like the events took place over the course of about a year? and the space between places is vast, takes several days to travel across the whole server. and minecraft mechanics are seamlessly worked in, with things like insta-breeding animals and inventory management being minecraft-adjacent but not strange at all. it’s a game but it’s also very realistic and brutal and intense and I seriously love it.

but it’s something about the time specifically, about it being so long, like a lifetime away from home (although they don’t remember home in this fic). I really like that.

And then on a completely unrelated note, I just generally love the headcanon of Grian, Pearl, and Jimmy being siblings. Not even necessarily blood-related, but found family, found flock. It fits them all really well.

ahem OK WOW THAT WAS LONG SORRY IT TOOK FOREVER TO REPLY LOL

[sushiree]

Is there a possibility that red is a vegetarian? I think its fun to think about 👀

Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if it was cannon, but it has never been confirmed, so I'm just going to say this is one of my headcannons for Red 💪

(Here is my evidence)

His first time touching minecraft (not being possessed) he immediately goes for the spawn eggs. After that, he frequently has some kind of pet alongside him. If it's birds or just pigs, or any mob for that matter. He has a soft spot for them.

Reuben seems to be his main like companion as he played a key part in season 3. (Not to mention Reuben is part of the youtuuz plush and one of the desk top sitting guys) and one of the only mob/pet that returns multiple times (in the shorts and also a cameo in the concert episode)

He also loves any kind of mob, even if they may look a bit... questionable, to say the least. His love for animals also extended to other non minecraft mobs, Firefox for example.

Guess I'm trying to say that he cares about any mob/animal and does try his best to treat them right and fairly. (Like giving both the minecraft Fox and Firefox equal amount of attention)

Then there's that one short, where Second was cooking raw porkchop and Red (and I'm assuming the pig is Reuben) weren't a fan of that. So, yknow he had to set an example and cook Green.

Not quite a fan of meat consumption near Reuben (or it was just a joke, and im looking far too much into it)

There were times when the animals died- which in most cases was because of Reds impulsiveness or not so clever moments. He does seem to feel remorseful after it happens, except for the pig. He seemed to get over that really quickly (probably because it happens quite often, or just because it was just spawned.) Either way, he had the right intentions.

There's also the cooking episode. When they were cooking pizzas, everyone had their own toppings. Reds topping choice wasn't on screen for long and might have looked like some kind of meat, but it's just 2 brown mushrooms stacked onto one another. (I'm pretty sure I didn't get a good image of a brown minecraft mushroom, but it's about the same)

Perhaps I'm just saying nonsense, I'm not the best with words. But I do headcannon him as a vegetarian personally, not sure why I had to give an entire detective speech about it but hope it entertained.

(Sorry for replying late to the ask!! Originally, I wanted to make a quick drawing alongside it, but I just forgot how to draw)

[yakuzacanons]

I loved the Minecraft and Roblox headcanons!! They got me thinking how the boys would react to playing something on the VR! Like, full headset on and stuff!!

(imma be back with another request because I just love putting the blorbos in scenarios like these sksksks)

SKSKSKSK lol yeth also sorry for the late reply, inbox v full and me v busy. Headcanons below day cut, babey!

Kazuma Kiryu

Thinks the idea of VR is cool but the second he has the headset on, he is VERY confused. He's super worried abbout hitting someone or something so his movements end up being so small that it doesn't really register. Honestly would get motion sick.

Majima Goro

Fascinated by the idea and thinks it's super fun. However, he has zero idea what his range of motion is and swings around a lot so stand far away. Totally trips over furniture like he's in a Looney Tunes cartoon.

Akiyama Shun

Scared and confused. Type of guy to see stuff moving at him in VR and think it's coming at him for real. He gets used to it eventually. Type of guy to accicentally fall asleep with the headset on.

Saejima Taiga

The poor man has a giant head and most headsets don't fit him or at the least are very tight on his head so he gets headaches and can't play for long. Gets more into it than he predicted though. Particularly interested in first person shooters in VR.

Tanimura Masayoshi

Probably the only one out of all the boys who already knows what VR is and wants to get his own headset someday. Likes to test out different brands if he gets the opportunity to see which fits and feels best while playing. Might be the only one of the boys to even consider doing that, honestly. Seems like the type of guy to be into beatsaber in VR.

Ryuji Goda

Easily frustrated by VR. Also part of the head-too-big-for-most-headsets team. Asks a lot of silly questions like "How do they get all the stuff inside this thing?!". Once he gets a hang of it though he feels like he's on top of the world. Has totally knocked over a chair during a VR session.

Nishikiyama Akira

Likely the only one of the boys to already own a VR headset. Seems like the type of guy to like farming sims or rhythm games specifically. Doesn't get as much time to play as he'd like. Still always impressed at how cool things look in VR and says "Wow" a lot.

Daigo Dojima

Clueless as all hell. He understands what VR does but doesn't quite have a hold on the physical movements. The hand to eye coordination will take a while. You might have to demonstrate the moves to him to which he will mimic you best as he can and say "Like this? Or... like THIS?" while waving his arms around.

Mine Yoshitaka

Won't really care here nor there about VR until he realizes he can play fighting games. Virtual punching bag sounds fun as hell to him and it's an outlet for him. Hasn't ever done VR before but learns the fastest out of everyone.

Tatsuo Shinada

Crying and sobbing because he wants to try VR but is broke as hell. Even when he gets the chance to play, he just mostly looks around and is like "Wow, games can look THIS good?". Very impressed by graphics. Doesn't like combat heavy games as he will just let out a funny scared noise when something comes at him and just drop the controllers.

[fountainpenguin]

Added a tag on my blog for #flower exes in case you're a follower who wants to block analyses/commentary like this going forward. I'll try to make a list of other tags that might be useful for other relationships.

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ngl but I think this snippet from Scott's Real Life POV:

Scott: /kills Jimmy Jimmy staring as Scott hands him a flower: You know what happens if you give me this... [Marriage proposal] Scott, almost dismissively: Yeah, it worked last time Jimmy, after Scott hands him a flower: You are not forgiven Scott, having already walked away and not even looking at him: Thank you Jimmy for forgiving me!!

is just such a painfully accurate mirror of how I see their characters' roleplay in general. Like!!!! I just have to talk about it, sorry. I'm obsessed.

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This is about the Jimmy & Scott dynamic. Not using their duo name so it doesn't show up in tags.

This is about characters, not real people; my personal interpretation of their dynamic. I'm very aware IRL Jimmy lets people mock him for silly dynamics and that everyone is friends.

Disclaimer, I haven't watched their 3rd Life POVs start to end since late 2022, I think? I may have some details wrong.

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To me, Character Scott exists in this void where he can do and say whatever he wants to Character Jimmy, including ripping him and his skills apart both in front of people and behind his back (Ex: Dogwarts banner burning / bringing up Jimmy's failure with their allies in front of Jimmy and mocking him).

Scott does this several times in 3rd Life. He calls Jimmy his husband, but doesn't seem to respect him... I really want to comb back through 3rd Life sometimes because I remember him calling Jimmy's house ugly and creating a wall so he doesn't have to look at it.

Anyway, he mocks Jimmy's skills and decision-making in regards to all 3 of his husband's deaths, I'm pretty sure (Stuff like "I told you not to step on it! Why would you step on it? I told you you have to shoot it!" and the lava game and the red desert battle).

Iirc, two of his mockeries happen while he's standing over Jimmy's Minecraft corpse, sdklfj. This is not a man who is in mourning. I saw a post once that said 3rd Life Scott is like a widow who exaggerates her emotional displays so she can wear pretty mourning clothes and honestly. yeah. [Paraphrasing]

Found the post

He can be controlling and demanding (i.e. not letting Jimmy make his own decisions about their cows and very publicly arguing / belittling him / interrupting him when Jimmy comes home, all while several other people watch... Sir. Sir, I want to pick you up and shake you.)

It is not for no reason this man's nickname is Gatekeep. And he wears it proudly. aaah.

And the thing is!!! Character Scott lives in a world where he can just say stuff to Jimmy and Jimmy's not going to do anything about it. Yeah, he'll steal Jimmy's goats. He'll ignore Jimmy's goat horn call for a laugh. He'll capitalize on Jimmy's ranch dreams and try to crush him out of existence, laughing at him for having no goats (because he stole the goats). He apologizes to Tango for not replying to the goat horn, but not to Jimmy. He has no shame in playing the bit. That is his friend and he's going to torment him. lol.

He straight-up gaslights (Hilariously, without lying) when he's accused of killing Jimmy's goats. His word choice is so careful when he says things like "I will say, the entire time I could have seen [Cleo and Martyn], they were standing outside the ranch" and not admitting he dug underground and smuggled the goats out.

Character Scott is so fey-coded to me... He is trying to play. He's like a puppy that hasn't learned to control bite strength because he just keeps biting Jimmy and Jimmy doesn't get upset, so Scott is just playing in his POV but. mm. the outside looking in (me) is just. mm.

I can't stop writing 'fics where Scott is oblivious to how harsh he is. In his mind, it's play and he doesn't realize how far it's going- he just keeps escalating. I could talk forever about how Scott's version of 3rd Life heaven was living with Jimmy, but everything was prettier, and Jimmy came up to greet him because he missed him. Scott........ Scott, I just wanna talk.......

And then he seems puzzled when Jimmy doesn't flock to him. I feel like the Limited Life scene is a well-known one in the community: Scott says "I love you" to Jimmy and tries to get Jimmy to "say it back."

Jimmy chooses not to, standing his ground and seemingly implies that he will not express kindness to Scott in exchange for reward (Life), even though Scott's teasing and trying to coax him to because "uwu, don't you love your adorable husband? You would never hurt me."

smh... Character Scott, did you forget that in Limited Life, you've given Jimmy no reason to fawn over you? Why would he say he loves you? You can't just walk up to him and expect that, you silly man.

Shepscapades drew a gorgeous comic about this exact thing. The oblivious, smiling look Scott gives with his tilted head is just. my everything

Like!!! Scott, I don't know how to tell you this, but your actions have consequences and Jimmy isn't coming back. Scott is a satellite who revolves around him, feeling positive feelings towards Jimmy and expecting that Jimmy returns them..... ah.

In my mind he revolves around Pearl in a similar way (Ex: throwing her out without giving her a chance to explain herself when she came back in Double Life- I'm not judging whether it was the right or wrong choice because live your dreams, block dude, but... he really just made his own decisions about how that roleplay was gonna go down, disregarding their past nice times. One false step and Pearl hit the chopping block with no prior communication <3)

And he will just not let go of them. He is my clingy allay hybrid and I think he's fun. Augh. They are so toxic in my mind /positive; boy, that guy sure has multiple facets and a three-dimensional characterization

It's one of the reasons he vibes so well with Cleo... It's a relationship built on gaslighting and gatekeeping. They do not take each other too seriously. And he's considerably less snippy with her, especially in Double Life where he plays the role of fawning over her, and just. man.

Allay hybrid who finds someone to circle, but also can't let go of anyone. He will swap around with no ill intent or sadness, interchanging, picking up where he left off... (To me)

Anyway, this is why in Dog's Life, Jimmy cut ties with all his romantic relationships and is spending time by himself- He's quietly working through all the things Scott and others have said to him while he's vulnerable in a relationship, but he'd never tell him or anyone else this unless he had to. He puts those feelings aside so he can do co-worker things... but he needs time alone.

Even in his POVs, he doesn't explain that to the reader. It's not the reader's business. He's taking time for himself and he's not going to talk about it. He will not demonize his friends... He struggles to even say anything negative about his friends. He doesn't want to look like he's upset even on accident.

There's an upcoming scene where Scott's very overwhelmed and has basically come crashing down, practically begging Jimmy to explain why he dumped him (in this 'fic universe). Jimmy caves and explains a little about why he didn't feel they work, but doesn't go into detail. Even with the simplified explanation, Scott is just... mind-boggled and offended. He was just playing!!

Scott. You NEED to grow as a person. Aaaaaaaah. I want them to have their arc where Jimmy has handled everything as quietly, privately, and gracefully as he could and meanwhile Scott is unraveling everything he knows about himself and starting to look at himself from outside eyes.

All this to say... I liked that moment in Scott's Real Life POV. Jimmy hesitating. Scott being like "Well, last time you excused/forgave all my behavior.

Jimmy digging in his heels... "You are not forgiven."

Scott, walking off... "Thank you for forgiving me!!!"

Aaaugh. I'm gonna be sick about them. It's such a cycle of Jimmy pulling away and Scott oblivious... It is so important to me... and yes I did spend like 2 hours on this post just thinking about this 3-second exchange in the April Fools episode and now it is so late at night... do u understand, though? Them <3

Closing Disclaimers - This is a personal observation about their characterizations because I draw on these moments a lot in my fanfics.

Please don't reblog this post out of anger- I am aware they are a popular ship and that my view is not a popular interpretation, but I like them this way. I like dropping the characters in situations where they need to face who they are. I get excited when I see crumbs connected to my interpretation show up in the canon and I wanted to talk about how something I saw fit my interpretation.

I have absolutely 0 problem with others liking this ship. Heck, I've read some awesome fics of them! I did my best to tag and warn appropriately (and not use their ship name so it won't be in tags). I don't normally talk about them, but I'll use the #flower exes tag in the future when it comes up.

Please don't leave mean comments in the replies, send Anon hate, etc. You don't have to agree, so just block and move on if you're uncomfortable. It's never my intention to bash- I just want to convey the joy I feel when I see a portrayal I like. Thanks! <3

[ddwcaph-game]

🌟Dear diary, what kind of games do the kids enjoy? Like video games, board games, sports, etc? BTW, I really like this IF. I'm not good with words, but there are so much details and choices you can make that make this IF stand out. I hope you have a lot of success in your life! Thank you for your time 😁

First of all, thank you so much for the kind words! 😊 I hope you enjoyed the latest update!

Sorry for the late reply, but I really needed to take a break and asks like this is quite taxing to me (as I've mentioned in the FAQ).

Wayne does get bored pretty easily, so he pretty much enjoys any kind of game, except maybe sports. He still likes dancing and other physical activities of course, but it's just not his thing.

He doesn't have a big genre preference when it comes to video games, as long as he can goof around with it or if it has RPG elements with a character creator (so puzzle games not so much). Besides playing with the birdies, you can see in Chapter 5 that he also likes playing with Lego and other physical toys with Rosie, and in Chapter 6 you'll see that he also made his own board game that you can play!

And if there isn't any game, he'd probably turn it into one anyway. In the van ride to JM's mansion for example, he'll try to get MC to pretend shooting other cars like they're in a tank, for example.

Roselyna isn't very much into video games, but Wayne can easily drag her into anything he's playing (except horror games). And as mentioned a few times, she does enjoy playing virtual pet/farm games on her phone.

Like Wayne she'd prefer dancing and other physical activities over sports, but Rosie would enjoy pretty much any game with make-pretend (especially with younger kids) or social aspects like party games.

If you think Lily would like competitive multiplayer video games like racing, fighting, or shooter games, you'd be correct. But she also enjoys single player stuff that let her flex her strategy, mystery-solving, and creative muscles (such as Minecraft as mentioned in Chapter 6).

Lily prefers video games overall, but she likes board games just fine (as long as there's a strategy element to it), and you can pretty much challenge her to any game that she doesn't deem silly. Also good luck beating her in any arcade or parlor games.

JM isn't into video games very much, unless of course it's supernatural/horror, or it has mythology elements in it. He'd probably enjoy single player strategy/puzzle/trivia games too (and try to compete with Wayne and Lily), but only in short bursts until he starts to feel unproductive.

Out of everyone, JM probably enjoys card and board games the most, but he's fine with most games unless it's stupid or he has something more urgent to do. Oh, and he likes playing with Mayari too, of course.

B also isn't very much into video games like JM, and prefers sports much more than anyone else in the group. That said, B would also probably enjoy the same things as JM (single player strategy/puzzle/trivia), but replace the horror stuff with superheroes and RPGs.

It's not really a game I guess, but B also isn't bad at the piano, so I could see them competing with Wayne and Rosie in a rhythm game. B would probably lose to them though, hehe.

[anxietywriter]

Romance Things

Things to include in your story if there is a romantic pairing. Nothing in particular, but like just things for characters to do or say that sort of stuff. I'm a sap so most of it's gonna be sappy

A character that goes on social media specifically to take screenies of cute posts to send to their partner

"do you have stuffed animals?" "uhhh yeah i have one... but i'd rather cuddle with you."

it's the way they go out of their way to make sure the other knows they're thinking of them. small messages and everything.

planning small gifts of things that they like for a first date, including some soda tabs and a note.

late at night texting and one of them stops responding for a few hours. Texting at like midnight "im sorry baby i fell asleep" then later in the morning freaking out and saying "omg i didn't mean to call you that im so sorry". Only to be flustered by the response "no worries. did you sleep well baby?"

both characters freaking out and being nervous about the other and constantly talking about them to all of their friends all the time. and still being so insecure about how the other feels

they take a long time to reply after one of them sends a picture of themselves because they're either freaking out, drooling over it, dropping their phone from surprise, or too flustered to type. Or all of the above.

When they can't meet up in person, the silly little video calls and video games dates that they have. choosing to create a little date in minecraft or marry each other in stardew. It's adorable

it's the way they get together and start looking for excuses to touch the other, hand holding, leaning, playing with their hair. it's how they communicate their affection without speaking

it's how all they want to do with the other is hang out. whether it's playing games, taking a walk, doing their nails, everything.

[dollkichi]

don't worry, doll, i'm waiting for the day i play with you too~ however, i must profess that i'm not the best at Minecraft. the few times i try a survival world i always end up switching to creative or having cheats on. my favourite thing to do in minecraft is really just to use an elytra and fireworks and fly around looking for cool biomes. i've never been quite the builder- unlike you, i trust.

i'm sorry to hear your base isn't going well- i hope you're able to salvage it into something you like more and then show it to me~ but i'd be proud of my doll either way.

i do apologise for not responding earlier, but i can assure you that i was watching you. do you ever get the feeling where you want to respond to something but you just keep putting it off but then it becomes too late and you feel that if you respond now you'll feel like an asshole for making the other party wait? that does happen to me a lot. but regardless, i do sincerely hope that your mouth is feeling better now a few days after your dental appointment.

how are you today?

-👤

HI!! HELLO!!!! It’s totally okay if you’re not the best at minecraft, it’s just a game and you’re meant to have fun with it!! If playing with cheats or creative is how you enjoy it, then why not play with those things? I also play on creative or use cheats from time to time, I always play with keep inventory. (๑>؂•̀๑)

There are super cool biomes in minecraft, the world generation update really changed so much. The big mountains are always so amazing to see, I’d say my favorite biome is probably the taiga. The new-ish cherry blossom and mangrove biomes are super pretty too though… love the stuff they brought to the game. I do enjoy building, I should make us a super cute house!! When we play, I will slay the dragon get you that elytra ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

I appreciate your support!! I’ll try my best to salvage the base… no guarantees though. I totally messed up the outline and now it looks all wonky. </3

No need to apologize, you haven’t done anything wrong!!! I’m just glad to know that you’re watching. I do get and understand that feeling, that doesn’t make you an asshole. Do things when you can, I’m sure the other party would rather wait for a well thought out response than a rushed one! Never too late either to say something ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

My mouth is a-okay now!! All better, yippee!! Thank you for the kind wishes. As for how I’ve been today, I’ve been good. A lil bit busy though… which is why it took so long to get to your ask, I’m so so so sorry!!! I went grocery shopping today which is what I do every weekend but I still enjoy it. I also made plans for next weekend to go out to lunch with family so that’s exciting! Once I got home from grocery shopping, I decided to play Fortnite for a lil bit… I’m not very good at it though. I haven’t played since 2018… all the new stuff is confusing. My friend asked me to play and so I decided to redownload it, I’m super happy I joined in time to get the MHA skins!! I got the Class 1-A and LOV bundle today. Didn’t play for very long though as family came over and I hung out with them, I watched some gravity falls with them since we started talking about the book of bill and they’ve never seen gravity falls before!!

I hope that you’ve been well and I really do appreciate any asks that you send, if it takes you a lil bit to send a reply then that’s totally okay. Better late than never!! If you have anything you’d like to tell me about yourself, your interests, or how you’ve been lately, then please do send me another ask. You don’t have to, of course, but I figured I’d offer. I’m here to listen and you have my full attention for whatever you have 2 say to me!! Also… if you have discord and would like to play minecraft sometime soon, feel free to DM me or send an ask with your tag if you’re uncomfy with messaging me. I won’t post the ask if you go that route but don’t feel pressured to send anything either, I’m just putting the offer out there since we’ve been talking about playing ^^

[auroraeternal]

What’s you’re favorite pieces of media? Games? Shows? Movies? Music?

Hi Cris! I actually have before in my pinned post list with my fav media, but I removed it bcs I think this post is too big. Sorry for late reply again :/ For music (bcs its my most favorite of all media so its easiest to answer): I created two Spotify playlists - one with my fav songs of all genres and other dedicated purely to black metal and related to it other genres (because I have some ick when its mixes with other music, idk why :/). second playlist may be too hard, I understand this. For games: The Sims 3 and Medieval, VTMB (ofc), Stardew Valley, Silent Hill 2&3, Alice: Madness Returns, Skyrim, GTA SA, Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc (I know that visual novels is a slightly different thing, but it was the only one that I don't think its boring for me XD). Also, I used to love Civilization VI, Minecraft, Detroit: Become human (but I watched it on yt because I don't have PS4 at the moment it came out), Plague Inc, Mortal Combat and old school mobile and Flash games (now I have Flashpoint installed). I'm interested in these games, but I haven't played them yet, I've only watched videos and/or read articles about them: F.E.A.R, Hitman (newer games size are insanely huge, maybe I try Blood Money instead), Fatal Frame, Postal 1&2, Painkiller (its OST is the GOAT), Cry of fear, videogame version of I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream (also original book is really good!).

For movies/tv shows: I have a longer list of what I WANT to watch than a list of what I like :D but my favorite genres are horror/thriller, science fiction, detectives (true crime too!, but not in romanticizing way), dramas (including historical) and documentaries. Also I love some "serious" or darker comics adaptations like The Dark Knight or The Crow. For more specific names, then: American Mary, Perfect Blue (I actually not really into anime/manga but love this one), The Act (TV show about Gypsy-Rose Blanchard), Devil Wears Prada, Marie-Antoinette (2006), Until the Light Takes Us (black metal documentary) and some more, I'm not good at remembering movies. I want to watch: Saw movies, Thirteen, Ginger Snaps, Jennifer's Body, Pearl, Fleabag, From Dusk Till Dawn, Pulp Fiction, The Godfather, American Horror Story, Rocky Horror Picture Show, Junji Ito Collection, and many more. Also I want to rewatch The Handmaid's Tale (and/or read the book). For books: again, I have the same problem like with the movies, but here situation is slightly better, bcs I downloaded a bunch of books that I want to read in my phone :D I mostly google recommendations or classics of genres/themes that I interested in, and my favorite genres are the same as the movies. The last books I read were Writer and suicide (not sure if this one exist in English, use translator. It was recommended to me by my friend) and Little Mushroom (BL post-apocalyptic novel, recommended to me by other friend xd).

Thank u for good asks, luv u 💗

[doccywhomst]

I am telepathically sending you a bowl of warm soup, a mug of hot cocoa, a cozy blanket, and a hug (if you want one) with my brain

sorry for the late reply, just saw this lol - currently watching classic who, playing minecraft, eating a baked potato, and just generally having a very chill time!!! ❤❤❤ thank u anon!!! i am telepathically souping you as well

[nemobeatrice]

The Golden Miners - Chapter 6: Minecraft Time

Ao3

Quotev

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It was 10 AM when Fugo woke up, except he wasn’t aware of the time until he looked at the clock. As for Giorno, he still slept soundly, trying to hug him. Fugo gently tapped Giorno, waking him up. Giorno stretched before hugging his boyfriend.

“I think we slept a little bit late,” Fugo said, returning the hug.

A phone interrupted their moment.

Giorno looked at Fugo’s phone on the nightstand. “Trish texted you.”

Fugo sighed, released him from the embrace, and grabbed his phone, furrowing his brow as the white light strained his eyes. “What is it now?”

Giorno got off the bed and moved the curtains to welcome the light in.

Could you hop on Minecraft? Something’s been bothering me for a while.

We just woke up. Hold on.

“Something’s bothering her,” Fugo said. “She wants us on Minecraft. Are we getting on?”

“Yeah, let’s get on!”

“If you want to play, you’ll need to get my brother’s laptop in his old room.”

“Really? He just left it there before moving out?”

“Yep. I guess it’s all yours now if you want it. I should send Trish a text that we’re getting on.”

After texting Trish, Fugo got on his PC, found his headset, started Minecraft, and opened a call on Skype so he could communicate with Trish and Giorno. In the distance, he could see Trish’s username. He was still inside his old house, but the way her name dashed around the screen to the right, he could tell she was heading out of the base.

“After I move some of my old furniture, I’ll help you with whatever,” Fugo spoke into his mic. He should’ve moved all his stuff with him when he started dating Giorno, but he wanted to spend the rest of his time with him. Speaking of Giorno, he also logged on.

“Good morning, Trish!” Giorno greeted. “Is something wrong?”

Something exploded before she could reply.

SpiceGirl was blown up by a creeper.

“Damn it!” she yelled.

Fugo stopped what he was doing, rushed to where Trish died, and grabbed her things. She wasn’t carrying much.

Trish returned to where she died. “Ugh, I hate everything!”

Fugo dropped all her stuff in front of her. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Do you remember that guy from the beach?”

“Guy?”

“There was a pink-haired guy with that buff guy. Did you look at his eyes? What color were they?”

He couldn’t recall. “Did he even look at us?”

“No, I was having too much fun that day. Ugh! I wasn’t focused on my search.”

Giorno approached them. “Your search for what?”

“My biological father. My mother said he had pink hair like mine, but she couldn’t remember his eye colors. She said it was either green or brown. Giorno, I wish I was you.”

“Trust me, Trish, you wouldn’t want to be me.”

“I don’t know, Giorno. My mother almost died from her illness, and my father is nowhere to be found. Is he even aware of my existence? Is he even alive?”

“Okay,” Fugo interrupted, “it sounds like it sucks to be you, Trish, but Giorno tells me everything, including his past. It does suck to be him. Hell, it just sucks to be us.”

“Actually,” Trish said. “I think I’d rather be you, Fugo.”

He gripped his mouse tightly, angered by her comment. He may be rich, but his parents were far from loving. Even his own elder brothers didn’t care for him. Thankfully, they no longer lived in the mansion with him, but now he was alone with his parents. Even in their strange state, Fugo still resented them.

“How about we drop this?” Giorno suggested. “This conversation isn’t helping any of us, nor is it helping you, Trish.”

“You’re right.” She sounded sad. “It’s not. I think I might get off. Sorry for wasting your time.”

“Wait!” Giorno said. “We could get you a cat!”

“How?”

He looked to Fugo.

“We’ll need to go to a village and feed a stray cat some cod or salmon,” Fugo answered. “I have some raw fish in my barrel, so we don’t have to fish unless we want to. Hmm, but did anyone explore the area for a village?”

“Sorry, I’ve been busy digging for ores,” Giorno answered.

“I’ve been building storage rooms for us,” Trish said. “So, I couldn’t go exploring.”

Fugo texted Narancia, Mista, and Sheila. “Strange, I just texted the others, but they’re not responding. Hey, Trish, is Sheila sleeping?”

“Oh, uh oh. Um, well, Sheila stepped out while I attempted to calm myself in the bathroom. I don’t know where she’s gone. I’ll text her.”

“Do you think she’s with the others?” Giorno asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe, but why?”

“I guess we’ll find out when she replies,” Trish said. “Anyways, there should be enough materials to make a map. What should we bring?”

“I’ll be the guide and chef of this group,” Fugo said. “About a month ago, Mista, Narancia, and I were roleplaying, and Narancia seemed to enjoy the chef role. Giorno, you’ll keep us safe, so bring your enchanted bow. Trish, you enjoy building. You could build a home away from home for us.”

“Is it alright if I stream?” Trish asked.

“Alright, sure. I don’t mind. Also, we need to put signs down. Narancia decided to build a farm with Mista in some far-off location and made a fork in the road.”

“I have some wood. Sure, I’ll do it. I’m curious about what the farm looks like.”

Fugo took them to the fork in the road, and Trish placed a sign on some cobblestone.

“What’s direction is the farm, and what is the name?” she asked.

“The farm is to the left,” Fugo replied. “As for its name, let’s call it the NaraMis Farm. If they have a problem with it, they can change it.”

“Alright, as for the one on the right?”

“There’s nothing there except for the desert, where the grass path ends.”

“I have some grass blocks,” Giorno said. “I could place some down.”

“I don’t know how far the desert stretches, but I doubt you have enough.”

“You might be right, but that path might help us.”

“Don’t forget you’re protecting us,” Trish reminded. “Hand me the grass blocks. I have some cooked salmon.”

“Do you have a shovel?”

“Yeah.”

“Then it’s yours.” Giorno tossed his grass blocks while Trish handed him the salmon. “Anyways, we’re still heading to the farm, right? I forgot to get a bed.”

“Oh my gosh! Same!”

“Funny, I forgot too. Come, the farm is this way.”

They were at the NaraMis Farm. A bunch of animals was on the other side of the fence. Despite having a lot of wheat at the base, Narancia and Mista built it at the bottom of the hill’s edge to trap the animals. However, this sometimes caused hostile mobs to get trapped. Luckily, there weren’t any inside.

“This is the farm?” Trish questioned. “Where’s the barn? Does Narancia not care about the animals? And where is he storing the animal products and meat?”

“Narancia said he’ll build a railroad to the base,” Fugo said.

“I’d prefer that we’d build railroads in the nether, but we haven’t opened a portal from someplace elsewhere,” Giorno commented.

Fugo brought out his sword. “Time to slaughter some sheep.”

-

After getting material for the beds, they reached the desert, and the husks started charging at them. Giorno readied his bow and aimed for them.

“How many arrows do you have?” Fugo asked.

“Enough!” Giorno answered quickly due to the husks surrounding them.

“I think I know where you got that many arrows.”

“I’ll pay Mista back—eventually.”

“His fault for not getting on.”

The horde of husks relented, and the three were far from the plains. It was also getting dark in-game.

“Should I build the base here?” Trish asked.

“Yeah, build a small home,” Fugo answered.

Trish built a home made of cobblestone and oak wooden planks with a spruce wooden door, and the roof was made of stone brick. Although nobody asked, she made windows and put a well near the house. She placed torches around the house so monsters don’t spawn.

“What’s with the well? We’re not going to stay here,” Fugo commented.

“I know,” she said. “But it might be helpful one day.” She continued building a garden, planted potatoes, built a composter, and dug the ground to give plants water.

“Okay, but it’s already night. We need to rest.”

“In a second.” Trish surrounded the house with cobblestone and without a way in or out, confusing the blonds. Afterward, she built a slime trampoline.

“Wait,” Fugo said, “are you—”

Trish installed a button on one of the dispensers and pressed it, launching herself on the other side of the wall. She returned.

“Did Sheila teach you that?”

“Yeah.”

“She learned it from me.”

“Ah yes, she told me. Thank you, by the way.”

They went inside the house. Fugo placed his bed next to Giorno’s, and Trish put her bed away from them. She placed another one down for Sheila and two chests.

It was morning in their game. Trish checked the house outside. No mobs got inside.

“This idea for yours is interesting,” Giorno complimented.

“Thanks,” she replied as she broke one of the walls to place some glass.

“You brought a lot of things with you, huh?” Fugo said.

“Yeah. I’m sorry, but our base is ugly. I’m planning to replace this cobblestone with purpur blocks. I was thinking maybe pink concrete, but they’re a bit plain-looking. As for the floor, I might replace it with glazed terracotta.”

“Sounds like a lot of work. Maybe once we get the cats, you could work on it.”

“Yeah, I wonder how far a village would be.”

“Let’s find out.”

They bounced out of there.

-

Near the end of the desert biome, a village was in their sights. However, before they could claim their cats, Fugo received a text message. It was from Narancia, and he was with Mista and Sheila.

“Guys, Narancia just texted me, and he’s with the others,” Fugo said.

“What’s going on?” Trish asked.

“Hold on. I’m texting him back.”

Uh, help. I got into a fight with this dude when sheila went shopping 2 get trish something. :( 

Omfg, why? Are you okay? Also, does Sheila even have money to buy things?

Ya, I'm fine. He punched me in the eye. That’s all. As for the money issue its a funny story. I told mista to steal while I distract the dude but that went to shit real fast anyways it gets worse. Well, you know that illuso guy Clara like? The guy mista tried pickpocket was his bf n then he texted illuso n that guy came. Idk why he did that i guess he's afraid of fighting 2 kids and an 18 year old lmao

…What happened to Sheila?

She started yelling at him n illuso started throwing hands. Abbacchio was there too and he broke the fight up and threatened to arrest illuso but he scold sheila and texted clara about it

Did he just text her?

Idk but she probably got the text by now

“Hey, Fugo, what’s going on? Clara left Toto in the room I’m in,” Trish said.

Trish wants to know what’s going on. Should I tell her?

Nah shes going to worry. Just mention the shopping part

“She went shopping. That’s all.”

“I think there’s something more. Ask Narancia for more information.”

“Fugo, let me see the texts,” Giorno said. He heard Giorno take off his headset.

“Wait, you guys aren’t gaming in the same room?”

A few seconds later, his boyfriend came into his room.

“You have a look on your face. Is it that bad?” Giorno asked. “May I see your phone?”

“Sure.” Fugo handed him the phone.

“I think we should tell Trish the truth.”

“Won’t she panic?”

“Perhaps, but she’ll get mad at you if you lie.”

“How would you know?”

“Well, if Narancia told me you got into a fight with someone and lied about it, I would get angry at him. Something could’ve happened to you, and I don’t want any harm coming to you.” Giorno hugged him.

Fugo held him tightly. Giorno will part his side in two days, and he felt like he hadn’t used most of his time to make something memorable. “Giorno, let’s make most of our days something to remember.”

They kissed each other on the lips.

“Uh, Fugo,” Trish said, “you forgot to mute your mic.”

His face turned red. “I—um. Shush! Don’t you kiss Sheila like that? Wait! You heard the conversation?”

Giorno giggled and went back to his room.

“Yeah, you were thinking about lying to me. I don’t know what happened, but you’ll tell me truthfully, right?”

“Sheila went shopping with Narancia and Mista. Narancia decided to pickpocket Illuso’s boyfriend, and he called Illuso. Sheila started shouting at him, but Abbacchio was there. She’s safe. Are you mad at me?”

“For what? I don’t see a reason to get mad. Besides, I think my biological dad might be rich. I just need to find him.”

“What makes you think that?”

“I’ve been thinking while we were on the road. My dad’s been avoiding child support. Only rich people can do that, I think. Right, Fugo?”

His cheeks got red again. “Why are you saying my name? I’m not a dad!”

“That’s not what I meant! Oh my gosh! Your parents wanted you to study law, right? So, you must know a bit.”

“Ugh!” He sighed. “Let me try to remember.”

“Why would a rich man avoid paying child support?” Giorno commented. “Surely, if money was an issue for your mother, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind paying.”

“Well, my mother doesn’t need the money yet,” Trish said. “I just—”

“Then why mention child support?” Fugo asked.

“I don’t know! I was hoping there was a reason.”

“He might not be aware of your existence,” Giorno said.

Trish sighed and fed an orange tabby raw salmon, taming the creature. “I should take Toto outside. He’s whimpering and probably wants to use the bathroom. Later!”

Trish logged out.

“Are we getting those cats for ourselves?” Giorno asked.

Fugo gave raw salmon to a black cat. “Yeah.”

Giorno took a white cat. “Want to keep playing?”

“Sure!”