NOT ME??? Y/N is in a bad mood and asks for a picture of Duke to brighten her day.

NOT AFTER YOU BETRAYED ME LIKE THAT. Calum watches Brooklyn 99 — the tv show you always watch together — by himself and Y/N is not happy with it.

Illuminateurs et Bagues - Calum Hood | Foreigner!Reader Series

Anonymous said:  I love your foreign imagines with Cal !! They make me happy! Could you do one where you teach him French? Since I’m fluent I always thought how hot Cal would sound

A/N: OMG That would sound extremely hot! Glad you like the series! :) Hope you like this one, it took a turn i don’t think anyone was expecting haha! x

Pairing: Calum x French!Reader

Warnings: extreme cutenessssss! 

Words: 1289

Summary: One night when you’re helping Calum to get ready for a show, he asks you what some things are in French. Things take an unexpected turn. 

It’s been five years since the day Calum asked you to be his girlfriend. It’s been hard and you’ve had some turbulance along the way, but it worked for the two of you. The two of you had bought a house together last year, adopted a new little sister for Duke, a French Bulldog called Peach, and are constantly talking about marriage and having kids. You are both still young, but you’ve come to an agreement that you both would be ready for the next step. However, with Calum’s busy schedule and your 9 to 5 job (along with the things you did on the side, like teaching dance classes and helping out on the tours Calum went on), it still seemed like a far-away-show.  You have a few weeks off of work and decided to join the boys on the road. You love watching your boyfriend and best friends perform and have the passion beam off their faces. You help Zoe around where she needs it, provide the boys of their packs and in-ears, and help out wherever the crew needs help. After five years of touring with them every now and then, you learned a lot about life on the road and concerts and everything that needs to be done in order to have the perfect show.  “Hey, baby,” Calum mumbles as he walks into your shared hotel bedroom from the bathroom. You look up from your laptop. He only had a pair of trousers on and a shirt in his hands, his hair still wet from the shower he just took. He looks more and more attractive the more you spend time with him.  “Are you ready for the show tonight, honey?” you ask him sweetly as he comes to sit on the bed with you.  “Almost. I was just wondering if you could help me with something,” he says, his voice soft as if he was embarassed by something.  “Sure, what is it?” you ask with a smile, putting your laptop beside you on the bed, so you were completely free to help out.  “I’m having a terrible skin day and I was wondering if you could, you know, conceal some things with makeup?” he questions with a soft smile. An endeared smile appears on your face as you get up from the bed and take your makeup bag. Despite being incredibly pale, you did have a couple of darker concealers and foundations for when you were to have a tan in these incredibly hot countries.  “Come here,” you say as you sit down at the end of the bed with your makeup bag in your lap. Calum crawls over to you, still shirtless and puts the shirt he was holding right next to him. You just figured he wouldn’t want any foundation or concealer on his freshly washed shirt, and don’t ask him about it.  “What’s this called in French?” he asks when you unscrew the lid of the concelear you had picked out. You had taught him a couple of French words and sentences over the year. He loved learning new words in the language you grew up with, and you loved hearing him repeat the words. He’s gotten really good at it after five years, and sounds incredibly hot when he speaks French.  “Crème correctrice,” you tell him while dotting a bit of the product onto the blemishes he has and underneath his eyes to get rid of the dark circles.  “Crème correctrice,” he repeats, then repeats it again in another tone. “Correcting cream, literally translated then?” You lift your hand for a moment, surprised he’s able to translate something so easily.  “Yeah, exactly,” you say before grabbing a beauty blender and blending the cream into his skin. He already looks a bit more fresh and more awake. “I’m going to set it a bit with powder now,” you then tell him as you grab your favorite powder from your bag, along with a brush.  “What’s it in French?” he asks, really interested in hearing the French translation for the makeup products. You chuckle a little.  “Poudre mattifant, I think,” you tell him with a smile while trying to concentrate on powdering his face well.  “Poudre mattifant,” he repeats again, closing his eyes as you take your brush near his eyes. Once you’re done, you lean back a little to look at his face. He looks a bit more awake already. “Can you highlight a bit, please? I want to sparkle for tonight’s show,” he says. It doesn’t surprise you anymore. The boys have been using a lot of glitters for every single show lately and it looks so damn good. You kinda wish every boy would use a little more makeup and would come forward with it instead of denying the concealer they’re very clearly wearing.  “Do you know what highlighter is in French?” you ask as you get your highlighter out of your bag with the brush you’ve been using for it. Calum shakes his head. “Illuminateur,” you tell him as you lightly pad the brush against his cheekbones to get that beautiful glow. You add a bit on his nose and his cupid’s bow, “Close your eyes for me, baby,” you tell him kindly. Calum closes is eyes, so you can bring a bit of highlighter on his eyelids as well. “There you go,” you say, closing the product.  “Thanks, baby,” Calum says, opening his eyes before leaning in and kissing  you on the lips. He then gets up, grabbing something from beneath his shirt and walks up to the mirror to check out your work.  “You look pretty,” you say as you zip up your makeup bag and put it back on the vanity table in the hotel room.  “Hey, baby,” he then says when you’re checking out your own makeup and fixing it here and there. You hum in response, “How do you translate ‘Will you marry me?’?”  “Veux-tu m’épouser?” you say without even thinking twice about it, not even thinking about why the boy would ask you that question. It takes you about ten seconds before you gasp and freeze in place. Slowly, you turn your head and find Calum on one knee next to you, holding a tiny, dark blue box open, showing a gorgeous diamond ring inside.  “Y/N Y/L/N, veux-tu mépouser?” he then repeats in his best French. You bring your hands up to your mouth in absolute shock and surprise. Tears are threatening to spill, but they’re happy tears. The man of your dreams is sitting on one knee in front of you, asking you to marry him in your language; a language he doesn’t even speak.  “Yes, yes! Definitely yes, baby!” you say excitedly while the tears roll off your cheeks. Calum gets up, tears streaming down his face too. He slides the ring on your finger, and before he can say anything else, you have cupped his face in your hands and brought him closer to kiss him. It’s sweet, but tastes a little salty as your tears mingle into the kiss.  That night would be the one grifted in your minds forever. It wasn’t over the top, not glitter-and-glamour like most girls would’ve wanted. It was romantic and intimate; just the two of you doing something casual while in a completely strange city. From that night on, you’d be able to introduce the other as your fiancé instead of your boyfriend or girlfriend. Only the term ‘love of my life’ would stick forever. And it would be thrown around on the very special day you now had to plan and look forward too. That night was more than perfect. The two of you were more than perfect for each other. 

I’m Always Gonna Want You Back - Calum Hood | Part 2

@ttrill-makeup asked for a part two and I’m bored, so here ya go! 

Summary: Calum and Y/N bump into each other after six months of being apart. They decide to have a chat after Calum’s show and talk things out. 

Words: 1344

A/N: Hope this quenches your thirst hahah ;)

I’m Always Gonna Want You Back - Calum Hood

Anonymous: I was thinking of Want you back and the currently bassist in that band? whats the name? oh yes, 5 seconds of summer, please and thank you!

A/N: tried my best! Hope you like it! :D 

Wordcount: 1107

Cop series?

I have a few more ideas for the whole y/n is a cop and Calum is her boyfriend and shit goes down and stuff. Would anyone be interested in that? Should I make a series out of it? Maybe with the other boys too? Or just cal? Idk help me 😩

really wanna do those song-based imagines for any of the 5sos boys. so if you have any requests, don’t be afraid to send me some! Whatever you wanna hear/read! 

“Roger That” - Calum Hood | Cop Series

Something I thought of while watching Brooklyn 99...  Words: 1068

You come home from another hard day at work. Arresting perps and solving murders is still your favorite thing to do, but it did take a toll on you. All you really wanted to do right now, is cuddle up to your boyfriend and watch a bit of Queer Eye.  You enter your shared home and find Calum on the sofa, watching some sort of cop series you hadn’t even watched yet. A smile appears on your face as you kick off your shoes and put your bag on the dining table.  “Finally,” you say as you plop down next to him and rest your head on his shoulder. You hear Calum chuckle as he wraps an arm around you, so now you’re laying on his chest instead. He still smells of cigarettes and mints, mixed with his cologne, one you picked out for Christmas last year.  “Had a hard day of arresting perps, baby girl?” he asks and presses a kiss to your hair. You nod your head, it rubbing against his chest.  “Have one solved murder and three cases I’m currently working on, one of which I brought home with me to continue working on later,” you tell him, rubbing your face tiredly. You didn’t even care about the makeup that could be smudged right about now.  “That sounds cool, but maybe you should take a night off and head to bed,” he tells you, stroking your arm softly. You can already feel yourself falling asleep.  “No, It’s nearly solved, I promise,” you tell him lazily. You want to get up, but none of your muscles are responding.  “What’s the case about this time?” he asks you. Calum has always been interested in your job. As a little kid, he wanted to be a police officer, but then he got into music and in 2012, his dream of being a cop dissolved when his band launched into the worldwide music industry. You’re proud of him for pursuing his dream, even if that means he’s gone for most of the time. On his day offs, he’d hope you’d get a day off too, but you’d always tell him “crime doesn’t take a day off, babes”. There have been some occasions where both of you could have a day off and that’s the time you spend in bed mostly.  “A one-eight-seven,” you reply lazily, not even thinking about decoding the cop lingo for your non-cop boyfriend.  “Homicide?” he asks and you nod.  “A woman stabbed her husband to death with a screwdriver, but we haven’t found the screwdriver yet. She somehow gotten rid of it,” you explain, your eyes closed.  “Gruesome,” Calum mumbles as he presses another kiss on your head, “What if you go and grab something to eat and drink, and then I’ll run us both a bath where you could tell me everything about this one-eight-seven and maybe we can figure it out together?” he suggests with a smile.  “You know I can’t share that information with you,” you tell him, even though you always tell him everything about the cases you work. You two met while you were trying to arrest a perp and he got in the way. You two bumped into each other as you were running after said perp and Calum just walked out of a coffee shop. True fanfiction-wise, you bumped into him and spilt his coffee all over him. You rushed a quick “Wait here and I’ll buy you another one,” before running after the perp. Once that dude was after bars, you came back to the coffee shop and bought Calum that coffee you promised. Since day one, he’s been invested in your job, sometimes more than in his own job.  “Let’s go,” he then mutters and pushes you up a little. The both of you get up and while you walk into the kitchen, Calum goes to the bathroom to fill up a nice bath.  “Cal, do you want some wine?” you shout to him.  “Yes, please!” he shouts back, “White wine though, baby!”  “Roger that!” you shout back and grab the opened bottle of white wine and two glasses before grabbing your case and walking into the bathroom. “Your bath awaits, milady,” he says with a smile. The bath is filled up with bubbles and looks pink-ish with glitters. He probably used one of your bathbombs.  With a smile on your face, you put the bottle of wine on the edge of the bath, along with the glasses and your case on the closed lid of the toilet, before stripping off. Calum does the same and the both of you get into the bath.  You tell him about the murder, with every detail possible, You tell him your theories about what could’ve happened, the motives and the alibies.  “But we still somehow haven’t found the screwdriver she killed her husband with. And without a murder weapon, we can’t close the case,” you tell him frustratedly as you sip from your wine.  “Baby,” Calum then says, and it’s as if he’s frozen. Like a lightbulb had gone off in his mind. You turn your head to look at him as he’s sitting behind you. “What if the screwdriver was a magnet? Could the woman stick it to something? Like a vent or something? She did live in an apartment building, so she might’ve,” he explains his idea. Your eyes widen as you realize how right he is.  “Good solve, detective,” you say proudly, then turn completely to wrap your legs around his naked torso and kiss him on the lips as a thank you and a congratulations at the same time.  “Don’t you have to call your captain to tell him the news?” Calum asks against your lips. You pull away from him and look into his eyes.  “10-4″ you reply, “But it can wait until later,” you tell him with a smirk.   “It’s so hot when you use cop lingo on me,” he says as he hungrily kisses you again. The hot water isn’t the only thing making the bathroom steamy, but it’s your make-out session with Calum that does.  “Roger that,” you reply slyly against his lips, feeling him harden against you. And just with that one solve in a bathtub, Calum went into what’s going to be the steamiest night of his life. Maybe he should help his girlfriend with solving cases more often. 

Idk if this is any good. Requests are open if ya want, I really want to get into this shit :)