Voulez-vous Couchez Avec Moi, Ce Soir? - Ashton Irwin |Foreigner!Reader Series
@namelessxflowerchild requested a French!reader Ashton imagine. Here you go, lovely! Hope you like it! :)
Pairing: Ashton x French!Reader
Warnings: none
Words: 967
Summary: Y/N and Ashton have been on a few dates, and it feels like it’s getting serious. When on their fifth date, Ashton finds out she’s French and it takes their relationship to a whole new level.
Ashton’s POV
I’m more nervous about tonight’s show than I ever have been about any other show. I had invited Y/N to come and watch our show, so I could take her out for some food right after. Y/N and I have been dating for a while, and I think I’m going to pop her the question to become my girlfriend. Officially. Maybe make it even Instagram-official. But I’ll ask her if she’s okay with that first.
“We’ve been 5 Seconds of Summer, thank you very much! Good night!” Luke shouts into the mic as we start our very last song. It’s been a good show, and I hope Y/N thinks so too. “You did amazing, Ash!” Y/N shouts when I bump into her in the hallway as I just gotten off stage. She wraps her arms around me, the smell of her shampoo enters my nostrils. Violets and honey. It’s becoming one of my favorite scents. “Thanks, Y/N,” I tell her. She lets one arm drop, keeping one arm wrapped around my waist as one of my arms is wrapped around her shoulder. We walk into the dressing room like that where I quickly take a shower while she settles on the sofa with Cal and Luke. “What does Voulez-vous couchez avec moi ce soir? mean?” asks Calum aloud when I walk into the dressing room again. Y/N looks up from her phone and smiles at me before turning to Calum. “Do you want to sleep with me tonight,” I hope she’s answering his question and not actually asking my best friend to sleep with her tonight. Calum looks up at me for a second, as confused as I am. “Voulez-vous couchez avec moi ce soir means do you want to sleep with me tonight in French,” she explains herself, a smile tugging at her lips. “How do you know that?” Luke chimes into the conversation. “First of all, Christina Aguilera sang about it in Lady Marmelade. Second of all, I’m French,” if I were drinking something right now, I would’ve spat it right out. “French?” I ask her, eyes wide. “Yeah,” she says matter-of-factly, “as in I’m from France. La France. Le pays du fromage et du vin. Le pays des croissants, but not of the French Frie. That’s actually Belgian,” she explains it in fluent French. I went on five dates with this girl and I never even asked her where she’s from. She’s so fluent with English, not even the slightest French accent. Plus, she said she lived in LA. “You didn’t even know your girlfriend is French?” Calum questions a little in shock. I open my mouth to say something when Michael walks in and interrupts. “I even knew she was French,” he says, making all of us look up at him, even Y/N. “It’s the way she says croissants. That’s what gave her away.” Y/N laughs at that, the angelic sound filling up the room and bouncing off the walls. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I then ask her. “It never came up and you never asked, so,” she shrugs, repositioning herself on the couch. I sit down next to her, squishing between her and Calum. “Yeah, because you said you’ve grown up in LA for most of your life and you didn’t have an accent, so I never asked,” I tell her, hoping that’d be good enough an excuse. Y/N looks at me for a moment. “Right, I never told you I only moved here when I was eleven and spend eleven years in France before that and went back every single Christmas for my family. I’m sorry I never told you, Ash. I should didn’t think it would be important,” she tells me, and I’m kind of glad she doesn’t tell me I’m a terrible boyfriend -- even though I’m not her boyfriend just yet. “It is important. It’s a part of your life, a part of you. I’m not mad you didn’t tell me, but I wish you did,” I tell her softly as if the other boys aren’t even there. “Right, I’m gonna go,” says Calum, finally understanding that this has become a private event. “Au revoir, Y/N,” he says in his best French accent. Luke and Michael leave the room too, saying their goodbyes to Y/N, so we’re now all alone. I look at Y/N as she sighs. “I’m sorry I never told you,” she apologizes, taking my hand, “I should’ve just told you, and I’m not even sure why I didn’t. I guess because it never really came up,” I nod my head, understanding where her mind is going. “It’s all good,” I tell her, and a smile appears on her face, “But now you have to tell me how you say ‘boyfriend’ and ‘girlfriend’ in French,” her eyes light up a little as the smile widens. “Where are you going with this?” she asks, not even answering my question. “Do you want to make this official and actually become my girlfriend?” I would’ve hoped for a more romantic way to ask her this, a better way. A different way. But this would do just fiine. “Petite amie, (Girlfriend)” she then says, still not answering my question, “But yeah, I want to be your girlfriend, officially.” I can’t bring out another word out of excitement, so I just lean in and kiss her. “Tu es super, ma petite amie, (You are amazing, my girlfriend)” I say in the best French I can muster. “Très bien, mon petit ami, (Very good, my boyfriend)” she says back, a proud smile on her face. I scrunch up my nose. “Is there like a shorter name for boyfriend-girlfriend?” I ask, causing her to burst out with laughter. I love her laugh so much. It sounds like music to my ears and I hope to hear it for a long, long time.