No doubt that Ashton is a rowdy guy when he gets pissed off, so when you and him collide head on, someone’s usually sleeping on the couch and it isn’t you. It was never a dangerous or abusive argument, you two were just very loud, angry and cursing out words that you two usually said in a joking way.
God forbid either of you didn’t get your way, he was a “fucking asshole” and you didn’t “have to be such a brat” about it, but that was your guys thing. What was a relationship with out a little shouting. But the time when Ashton saw you in tears, he decided you two may have actually needed to talk instead of yelling and your talks ended in cuddles where letting go was not a choice.
He would try his best not to raise his voice because he knew he was in the wrong for not sparing you time and always hearing you out. His mumbling of “kay” and “alright” pissed you off to the point where you decided he wasn’t even listening to you.
So, usually you gave up in arguing and just failed in communicating to him but once he heard your sniffles in the bathroom, he’d immediately snap into reality and try to fix his actions right away. He would whisper a quiet “sorry” and kiss your forehead and neck, telling you how he’d get better if you just allowed him the time.
Your method was: silent treatment and his was: snarky remarks until both of your faces became hot with anger. Luke never seemed like one to yell, but if he was very upset, he would let it out if he needed to. You were aware of his stress at times, but he never understood that you needed more tending to. So, when he yelled, “What the fuck are you mad at me for!? I’m trying!” You always had to take a minute to make sure not to match his tone and just hang your head low.
"Never mind, forget it." Was always your response and his realization would set in quickly as he lifted your chin with his fingers and sighed.
"Don’t get silent with me, just tell me what I can do to fix it, please?"
As soon as he felt you were upset with him, he would try his best to calm you down and comfort you. The first words to slip out of his mouth would usually be, “Fuck, baby did I make you mad? I…I’m sorry.” And his long arms would pull you into this warm embrace that enchanted you to forgive him but the two of you always did have some talking to do to make things work. Never would things get crazy out of hand with this kitten.