“come on, that’s such bullshit! i totally moved out of the way!” ashe exclaimed, nearly throwing the controller in his hands at his monitor. you were perched in his lap, not really paying attention to his game. he was exceptionally bad at it— not that he’d ever admit it— and preferred to blame his losses on other things, like the wifi and glitches. it was quite funny, seeing your boyfriend raging out over little things.

ashe had been practically glued to his computer recently after buying a new game. you were a bit annoyed by the unequal division of attention between you and his console, but it was pretty cute when he got excited about his hobbies. he actually came up with the solution of keeping you in his lap while he played. it was a good way to keep him from letting out his anger on his expensive devices, and he was able to pay more attention to you.

ashe lets out a sigh and sets down his controller, burying his face in your shoulder. his hands find your waist, thumbs gently brushing under your shirt to feel your skin. “this is stupid.” he mumbles, pouting like a child. “you saw that, right? totally rigged.”