You and Michael get up after pausing your movie to make snacks and he forgets the remote in the fridge and he gets all upset over it. <3
hahaha ok so you’d both be watching deadpool for like the five hundreth time, and then midway through he would look at you and say “do you wanna get us some snacks?” and you just stare back at him and say, “why don’t you?” and he pulls such a dramatic thing like he falls on the sofa and puts his hand on his hand and gasps and just sighs, “god, fatigue has overcome me. how could i possibly stand up? in such a weak condition? why doesn’t my girlfriend love me anymore?” and you’d be so disinterested because it’s not a new thing he does so you just look at your nails and say “i’ll blow you if you get them” and suddenly he’s up and running (not before pausing deadpool of course) and trying to hastily make some popcorn and get some drinks. when he comes back, he has a tray balanced with popcorn and two beers and sets it on the table, then gestures to his crotch for you to keep your end of the deal. “once the adverts come on,” you say and he groans, but goes to unpause the film anyway – until he realises he cant find the remote. he looks everywhere for it – and so do you, but you don’t really care, to be honest – and in the end, he huffs and fixes his hoodie before giving up. by now, he’s finished his beer, so you, feeling bad, get up to get another for him and when you open the fridge, you’re met with nothing else other than the remote. bringing it out, you hold it up, and say, “do you really deserve a blowjob after this?” and he snatches the remote back and pretends the whole ordeal never happened.
If it were any other boy you’d probably be out at a restaurant or something on a night like this, flirting nervously across the dinner table while you try to decipher if he likes you enough to take your relationship to the next level. You’ve gone through the dating routine once or twice before, and had a pretty good idea of what to expect; if someone had told you a month ago you’d be standing right outside of a boxing ring while your date and another shirtless man beat each other to a pulp, you would’ve thought they were crazy.
The crowd around you gasps and your own stomach lurches, empathetically feeling the punch that Ashton just took to the cheek. Blood is already dripping down his face, the source of it located just over his left eyebrow. He looks like a mess yet he’s still on his feet somehow, determined to keep retaliating, apparently even if it kills him.
“Don’t worry,” Calum says next to you after noticing your concerned expression, “I’ve seen him win in worse conditions."
You want to smile, appreciative of his effort to ease your mind, but every couple of seconds Ashton keeps getting hit, hard. It doesn’t matter to you whether he wins or loses, you just hope that your fourth date won’t have to take place beside a hospital bed.
"Is it almost over?” you ask Calum, too new to this sport to know the ins and outs of the rule book.
“One more round after th–Oh!"
You missed what happened, but look back at the ring to find the opponent, a man named Donovan Diaz, struggling to stand up. Given the cheers from the audience, it sounds like most of the people here have their money on Ashton, and he just brought them one step closer to profiting.
The round concludes and the fighters return to their separate corners, two teams quickly making their way into the ring to begin fixing up their boys. You wish you were allowed up there, yearning just to talk to Ashton, to treat him gently after witnessing the beating he’s taken for the last half an hour. Sitting on the short stool between rounds is the closest he’s been to you all night, each break like a minute-long tease that only makes you want to be near him more. You haven’t even said hi to him yet, not given the chance to do so before the match started.
He knows you’re here, though. He spotted you next to his friend Calum after walking away from the first round, and lost focus for a brief second to give you a smile and a flirty wink. Some crowd members noticed, chiming in with playful remarks and whistles, causing your cheeks to burn bashfully. Ashton seemed so confident and well put together then, but that spark isn’t as evident now that he can barely keep his swollen eyes open while his crew tidies up his blood-splattered face.