#( THIS IS SO LATEI M SO SORRY )

[ccxjeongguk]

fight FIGHT

fight — write a drabble of my character fighting with/against yours.

     “you suck dick at every game we play.”

     ricky’s eyebrows knit together in irritation, fist clenching in his lap as his other hand holds his controller tightly.

     “you cheat during every game we play,” he bites back, and sombra only rolls his eyes at the accusation even though they both know it’s true.

     they continue on like this, sombra denying the hero’s words with short phrases that range from “i don’t remember that happening” to “just admit you suck already.” he can see ricky’s anger rising by the second, watchful eyes taking in the way the other picks at the fabric of the couch and grits his teeth together — most likely to keep from yelling and throwing a punch.

     ( passively, sombra thinks he could end the entire situation right here and now. if only he was in the mood for that. )

     the controller is what gets thrown first, slamming onto the ground with a loud ‘thud’. the pillow follows suit, hitting sombra square in the face. the card reaches to toss it to the ground, ready to set ricky with an unamused look when he feels the couch dip and the fabric of the pillowcase press against his face.

     “ricky, you fucking— get off, for fuck’s sake,” his complaint is muffled, and as soon as the words leave his mouth he’s met with even more force (yes, it makes air hard to come by, but he isn’t one to give the redhead satisfaction for anything).

     “can’t hear you through all the bullshit,” ricky pauses upon noticing the card’s hand rise, a bright, purple light just barely beginning to form at the tip of his long nails. he grabs sombra’s wrist swiftly, yanking the boy’s hands away from whatever holographic-hack-shit he was about to try and smirking triumphantly before finishing, “sombra.”

     the hero’s smirk only lasts for a few short moments, dissipating at a sharp pain in his groin that draws a yelp from him. he shrinks back enough for sombra to scramble to sit up, pillow tossed to the ground and forgotten. he stays away for a while, hands preoccupied pressing gently around the cruelly kicked area though eyes shooting a glare that says ‘this isn’t over yet.’

     “you lose, go home,” sombra almost groans after the tense silence gets to be too much, the words effectively landing him a lost place on the couch as he hits the ground with the same ‘thud’ as the controller from earlier. the card rolls over onto his stomach, throwing up a middle finger as he hides an only somewhat amused grin, finishing mockingly, “ricky.”

     “you’re gonna get your ass beat,” the hero mumbles, and as soon as he recovers he’s sitting on the younger’s back.

     “keep telling yourself that. you’re the one with a throbbing dick.”

[gabogosha]

Im sorry its been so long i have written about u .. two of you are so handful.. keep me on my toes from the moment i get up till i go to bed... i wanna write abt ur little stuff.. ur little batein cute si clever si.. u r so smart.. kahan se latey ho aesi batein?? U r so motooo.. u like boti so much.. aj on our way to school u asked me mama aj lunch mein kia dia :D i said wings.. u said ok :D U dint see me pack ur lunch today Yestersay u asked me mama naraz?? I said no beta.. u said y r u :( ?? N u made a sad face :D i said no beta m happy see :D and then u were satisfied :D Aww my love. U r so precious Muaaah