this blurb is for the lovely and wonderful, @pxrxmoore!!
This is based off of the song Coffee by beabadoobee - if you want to listen to the song here is the link
Word count; 1.2k
Ashton // Reader
Summary; Morning coffee with Ashton after he returns from tour.
I'll make a cup of coffee for your head, I'll get you up and going out of bed
The sunlight peaked through the blinds in your shared room as you slowly woke up. Your eyes couldn’t fight the sunlight any longer, you decided to leave your warm bed as he looked like an angel sleeping peacefully. The last thing you wanted to do was wake your boyfriend up after he was home from tour. He hadn’t been home long but it was heaven having him back home with you. You slowly got out of bed and grabbed his tee shirt from last night and threw it on. You sneakily tiptoed out of your shared bedroom and opened the door slowly so you wouldn’t make a sound.
And I'll make a cup of coffee, With the right amount of sugar how you like it
You slowly closed the bedroom door halfway as you kept tiptoeing to the kitchen, you tried your best not to make any noise so he could continue to sleep. You walked to the cupboard and grabbed his favorite mug and you grabbed his favorite coffee blend from the other cabinet. You slowly closed it before tiptoeing to the Keurig. You put the coffee filter in before adding the coffee. You smiled at the smell of his favorite coffee. You made sure there was enough water and leaned against the counter.
As the smell of coffee filled the room you opened a window so it wouldn’t be as potent. You ran your fingers through your bedhead and shrugged realizing his would probably be a hot mess from the extra sleep. You put on the radio and turned it down to the lowest setting and listened to whatever music was playing. You heard the bedroom door open and heard footsteps. You smiled as you saw your boyfriend walk out of the shared bedroom in his boxers and a tank top. He ran his fingers through his hair and smiled so big when he saw you, “Good morning sunshine. How long have you been up?”
You smiled at him and walked towards him meeting halfway, “Not too long bub, I thought I’d make you some coffee.” You blushed and looked in his green eyes.
“The smell woke me up.” He hummed and wrapped his strong arms around your waist and pulled you close.
“I was worried I was going to wake you up before you could smell the coffee.” You mused and kissed his cheek softly.
“You didn’t y/n. I appreciate you making me coffee.” He smiled and kissed your forehead and you leaned into his kiss.
“I wanted to bring you coffee in bed Ashton.” You smiled. He smiled showing his dimples and kissed your lips softly as he held you tight.
You could feel his warmth radiated off of his body as he held you close, “Well I smelled it as soon as you started making it and I didn’t want to be away from you any longer.”
You smiled and stared in his eyes, “I didn’t want to be away from you.”
He kissed your forehead and sighed happily, “I’m not going anywhere unless it’s with you.”
I like it when you hold me tight, You make me feel nice
After his coffee finished brewing you and him sat on the couch talking about your plans for the day, which wasn’t much since it was Sunday. You and Ashton always spent Sundays after he came back from a tour in your pajamas, doing laundry and spending most of the day in bed cuddling and catching up on sleep. Most nights Ashton kept you up past 1am talking to you about each other’s day, new songs, how excited he was to start his garden again. His giggle lit up the whole room more than the sun ever did.
“Hey, bub, how do you feel about going back into the bedroom?” He smiled and softly squeezed your shoulder.
“I was just going to ask you if you wanted to, this couch is comfy but I love the way you hold me when we’re in bed.” You winked and got up and grabbed his mug.
“That’s not the only thing you love while we’re in bed.” He winked and smirked at you knowing exactly what he meant. He stood up and followed you into the kitchen.
“Ash!” You giggled and you could feel your cheeks heating up and turning red from his comment while you set his mug in the sink
“What? It’s true isn’t it?” He tilted his head and waited for you to walk back towards him. He wrapped his arm around your waist almost instantly.
“I wasn’t denying it.” You admitted and kissed his cheek and he walked with you back to the bedroom that was calling both of your names.
“I’d hope not, bub.” He hummed and softly kissed your cheek and opened the door to the bedroom and he led you to the king-sized mattress. The sheets tussled from the night sleep, he let go of your waist and walked up to the bed and quickly straightened the sheets. He climbed on the bed and patted the mattress for you to join him. He laid down on his side as you climbed on the bed. He pulled you close to him and wrapped his strong arms around your waist while your chest pressed against his. He pulled the white comforter over the both of you and your legs intertwined with each other.
The green in your eyes. Makes me feel warm inside
His warm body against yours felt like pure heaven. Oh, how you missed cuddling with him. Nights, while he was gone, wasn’t as easy as you anticipated. It was the first time he was gone for a full-length world tour. Facetime and phone calls weren’t the same as him holding you and playing with your hair. You gazed into his eyes and couldn’t think of anywhere you’d rather be on a Sunday morning. His strong, warm arms made you feel safe; home. You felt home with him. As long as you were with him you were home.
You softly ran your fingertips over his jaw and kissed his chin softly and his eyes fluttered open and met yours, “What are ya thinking about angel?” He cooed
“I was thinking about you. I love your green eyes.” You swooned and kissed his nose and his cheeks turned a light shade of pink. “They are the perfect shade of green. Soft, warm, and full of love.”
His cheeks turned into a darker shade of pink as he gazed into your eyes, “All of my love belongs to you, my love. I love you.” He purred before he softly kissed your lips, he smiled against your lips and rubbed your waist softly.
You smiled against his lips and rested your hands on his chest, “And my love belongs to you, Ashton Irwin. I love you.” You whispered
He sighed happily and held you tighter against him, “I am so in love with you, you make me so incredibly happy. You are my sun, moon, and stars.”
You could feel the tears slowly forming as you smiled at him, “You are my sun, moon, stars- my entire universe Ashton. I am so madly, deeply, completely in love with you.” You replied before kissing his lips softly.
He kissed you back softly and hummed on your lips, "Can we stay like this forever?"
You giggled softly against his lips before packing his lips softly, "As long as you want to love."
He smiled and kissed your nose, "Then forever it is."
Hey so I was wondering if you do requests??? If you do I was hoping you could do one where like Ashton has a 16 year old sister and him the boys and their girlfriend surprise her at her choir concert where she has a solo!!
Hi! Yes, I do take requests!
It has been a while since I’ve last written anything. However, I’ve done my best to write out your prompt! (I wasn’t sure if your wanted me to write about Lauren or if you wanted the sister to be marked as Y/N so I went non-specific with it.)
It’s not too long, sitting at a word count of 1046.
No trigger warnings; very wholesome and soft, enjoy!
Ashton’s POV:
As Luke’s elbow digs deeper into my rib cage, I stare past Kay Kay out the window of the over-crowded SUV, watching the standstill traffic around us and can’t help but become more and more anxious.
“Calum we’re going to be late” I say as I break from the window to check the time. Fifteen minutes to go. Shit.
“I told you the back streets would’ve been faster” Luke chimes in, triggering an angry glare through the rear-view mirror from Calum.
“We’ll get there when we get there, I can’t control the traffic, okay?” Calum replies sharply before looking at me and softening his glare. “Ash we’ll get there for her solo. I promise.” He says apologetically with a weak smile.
I sigh and turn my attention back to the window and take Kay Kay’s hand. She squeezes it gently and kisses my cheek.
[…]
We charge out of the car as soon as Calum puts it into park and run like hell to the theater on the next block over, and as we finally arrive to the building out of breath, I hand the ticket keeper our tickets and he looks at me as if I have two heads.
“You do know this show is nearly over, right?” He asks, with judgement and a hint of boredom in his voice.
“Yes, we are aware. Now could you please direct us to wherever our seats are, I don’t want to miss the big solo. My sister’s singing it and it’s her first ever solo and I need to be there so can we get things going... we’re supposed to be surprising her tonight so please can you just- “.
“Okay, okay. Calm down man, I take you there now” He interrupts me and lazily guides our group towards the entrance.
We manage to find a semi-open row about halfway back into the audience and slip into the seats, ignoring the judgmental glares while casually acting like we had been there all night. Our timing was perfect because just as Michael and Crystal sat down, my sister’s group began to walk onto stage. I immediately see her and my heart swells with pride. It has always bee her dream to have a solo in a choir performance and the day has finally come. The group beings with a low harmony and the song quickly picks up. Their voices are all beautiful, but I can’t help but watch with joy and delight as the spotlight centers on her, and the others quiet their singing to create a quiet hum to signify her solo was about to begin.
She sang with such a heavenly voice that transported me right back to memories of our childhood home; teaching her nursery rhymes and singing her to sleep until she was old enough to sing along, me pestering her while she practiced for school musicals, listening to her from my room with the door open as she’d sing in the shower to her favourite songs, her singing along with Luke as we’d practice writing songs in my room... I instinctively grab Kay Kay’s hand again and squeeze it as my eyes stay locked on my sister. I am so unbelievably proud of her.
As her solo ends and the song begins to pick up again, Michael and Luke immediately stand up and begin cheering loudly and Calum lets out a loud whistle. I swear the entire audience turned to stare at us as I bury my head into my free hand in embarrassment. I hear Crystal and Sierra snicker at the expense of their boys. They quickly sit down, realizing that this may not be the place for audience commentary as I watch my sister’s face light up with excitement, realizing that we had made it here for her big solo.
Eventually their song ends, and the group heads off backstage, only for the entire Choir to return and take a bow. The audience gathers in a round of applause and I hear the boys cheer softly, learning from their mistakes. As the group leaves once again, the lights around us turn on and the audience begins to head for the exits.
We then swerved through the oncoming wave of bodies in an attempt to makes our way backstage to find my sister. When we finally make our way through the crowd and sweet talk our way backstage, I see her talking to her friend smiling and laughing- until she sees us that is. When her eyes meet mine, she smiles even larger and turns back to her friend, holding up a finger before running full force into my arms. I hug her tightly and kiss the side of her head.
“You killed it out there” I say softly as our hug continues.
“I can’t believe you all made it! I mean I did invite you, but I just assumed you would be away on tour or something. I can’t believe it!” She breaks away from our embrace and looks at the group, “Thank you all so much! It means the world to me, really.”
Each of us takes a turn hugging her and complementing her on her performance and just as Sierra finishes her heartfelt comments, a flower delivery man arrives to present the bouquet of roses I had bought for my sister. Her face lights up with excitement as she looks back at me again before hugging me tight once more.
“You remembered!” she says softly against my chest for only me to hear.
“How could I forget the biggest promise I’ve ever made?” I say as I lift the old tattered card off the holder buried in the roses and read it aloud to her.
“’I promise to bring you the biggest bouquet of roses if you ever manage to land a solo in the Choir’ as signed by an 18-year-old Ashton.”
I then turn the card over and read newly written message on the back. “I am so proud of you and all that you’ve accomplished so far in your life. I love you and I am so lucky to be able to call you my little sister.” I look down at her and squeeze her tightly and smile.
