Your husband was probably the most competitive person you had ever met, and he brought out the worst in you whenever you played games. It started as a normal videogame or board game and end up with the two of you swearing at the top of your lungs and threating each other with an unknown amount of sincerity behind it.

As you did every time, you hoped that playing Mario kart with Clint would be a simple game where you could both enjoy it rather than getting at each other's throats. It had started like that but as you were on your last race of the cup, and you were in first place Clint had done everything in his power to distract you or make you shout back at him.

"Shut up," you hissed, focusing on the screen.

You could see the finish line and a smug grin curled onto your lips. Soon it would be you winning, which rarely happened, and you were going to have survived Clint's attacks to get the better at you.

As you turned the final corner, you heard the ominous bleeping that meant doom was upon you. Hoping your little avatar would drive faster across the finishing line, a blue shell hit the car just as you reached the line. As your avatar shook in annoyance, the little car of your husband drove straight past you signifying he had won.

You threw your controller onto the sofa, turning to your husband who looked beyond chuffed.

"Did you just blue shell me?" You screeched, pretty sure your voice had hit a pitch that only dogs could hear.

"Of course, I did," he grinned. "Wasn't going to let you win."

You leaped at him, jumping on top of him, trapping him on the sofa.

"Apologise, or we get a divorce!" You hissed.

"You wouldn't file for divorce over Mario Kart," He laughed.

Glaring at him you said, "Do you really want to call my bluff?"

He couldn't help but laugh at you, as he always claimed that you were terribly unthreatening no matter how hard that you tried.

"I'm sorry my love," he chuckled. "I'm sorry for using a blue shell against you."

You jumped from the sofa with a smile on your face.

"Wasn't that hard was it?" You smiled. "However, I am going to show you no mercy in our rematch. I will be the victor."

"Of course, you will," he laughed rolling his eyes.

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Written by Charlotte.