Ashton chuckles and looks to you at his side. “That’s the fourth dog you’ve said you wanted since we got here.”
It’s true, but you can’t help it. You always get dog-envy at the farmers’ market, exposed to too many cute pups at once for your little heart to handle.
“We should get one,” you say passively, adoring a large german shepherd trotting by with its owner. “Y'know, if we ever live together.”
Ashton smirks, turning his head. “I love how you’re not even worried about scaring me with plans for the future.”
Your cheeks redden, having not noticed the implications when you said it. It’s only been three months since the fight that started it all, since you and Ashton agreed to give your relationship a title, and you suppose you should be more careful about vocalizing your whimsical thoughts. Your guard just naturally falls around him, the pressure to play safe wiped away by his equal and obvious feelings toward you. Talk of commitment doesn’t affect him the way it does most people. If Ashton was going to run, he would’ve done so by now.
You glance down at his fingers between yours, smiling because you don’t think he’s let go of your hand all day. With his hectic training schedule for another upcoming fight and your demanding attendance at university four days a week, the two of you have recently been missing each other more than actually seeing each other, and it appears Ashton wants to make up for lost time in the form of suffocating your palm–not that you mind. For someone whose fists can be classified as lethal weapons, he has quite a gentle grip when it comes to you.
so when the ny times reports about duterte being practically responsible for over 7k random deaths in one year, in metro manila alone i might add, y’all r silent af
but one guy decides to write about his (again, very EXTREME) lifelong experience with his house help in the atlantic and suddenly y’all are up in arms???? suddenly the philippines is a relevant country and u suddenly KNOW EVERYTHING about what goes on here???
simon isn't comfortable labeling our relationship yet. he's been staying with me while we're on tour and he's safe, I assure you. but we tell everyone our relationship is strictly business, you understand
I won't say a thing
mom I need to tell you something about who I am and where I've been
I already know :)
*grinning at raphael and cracking jokes*
(oh yes that) raphael you should have dinner with us to discuss simon's career
*so flattered that she approves*
*flirty* I'll see you soon simon
*watches her son watching raphael leave* well he wasn't lying
also elaine to simon:
your, um, business manager is nice
*heartbroken face* he's not. he's mean, he sucks
oh honey :')
elaine later on:
*frantically calling her sons bf* I know what you said about the business thing but idc if he knows that I know and he'll probably listen to you better - just pls help he's biting a rat