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Anonymous said: I love your foreigner series!! Could you do one where ash argentine girlfriend introduce him to her family?
A/N: I like this idea! :) Hope it’s worth the wait! :D xxx
Pairing: Ashton x Argentine!Reader
Warnings: none
Words: 669
Summary: It’s the first time you ever introduce your boyfriend to your parents. It’s going a whole lot better than you expected.
From tomorrow (Monday July 23th) I’ll be locking myself up in my room to study for exams I have to re-take in August. I’ll try my hardest to complete the list I have, but I can’t promise any of them will be up soon. Imma try tho!! Thanks for understanding. I love you 💕
Anonymous said: Hey was wondering if you could do a foreigner!fic where reader is Irish? You can choose which boy cuz I’m up all their asses haha
A/N: This sounds interesting! Hope I can make you happy with this :) I chose for a Michael imagine as I don’t have that many Michael requests in my ask box and it made me sad. So, here ya go! :)
Pairing: Michael x Irish!Reader
Warnings: cuteness?
Words: 1182
Summary: Michael is on tour in Ireland with his band 5 Seconds of Summer when he meets Y/N. Her accent and her absolute beauty is what lures him in to ask her out on a date.
Anonymous said: Omg I just read the ash fix with the Mexican girl and hinestky I would that with Calum! But take your time of course! Love your writing btw💕
A/N: here ya go, darling! I hope you like it! Remember, if you find any mistakes language-wise or like culture wise, please tell me! :)
Pairing: Calum x Mexican!Reader
Warnings: none
Words: 933
Summary: Y/N gets drunk and forgets Calum doesn’t speak Spanish. This causes for some hilarious situations.
Calum’s POV
Y/N had texted me to come to the club where she was partying with her friends. So, since I was up for a party and so was Ash, we decided on going after work. Once wrapped up and ready, we take an Uber to the club she had texted me to go to. After this terrible and busy week I had, I really did feel up for a party. I needed that party. Ash and I enter the club, it’s a little foggy inside possibly from sweat and the smoke machine. The music is blaring, almost deafening. The bass makes my entire body shake, hitting me right in the heart like a bass should. My eyes scan the room to find the girl I fell in love with a couple weeks ago. Only she doesn’t know it yet. Y/N met each other at a party a little over a month ago and have been great friends since. I want to ask her little Mexican ass on a date soon, I’m just very unsure if she feels the same way about me. “¿Qué pedo? (What’s up?)” I suddenly hear before a pair of arms is thrown around me, and then thrown around Ashton too. Her tan skin glistens with sweat, her pupils dilated and Y/E/C eyes sparkling. An incredible stench of alcohol and smokes hangs around her, and it’s the first time she doesn’t seem that attractive to me. “You reek of alcohol, Y/N,” I tell her, laughing a little so she knows I’m half-joking. She shrugs whilst sipping from the straw in her brightly colored cocktail. “¡Me vale madres! (I don’t give a fuck)” she screams out loud before turning to get back to the dancefloor. Ash and I give each other a glance, both thinking the exact same thing: she’s piss-drunk. The both of us make our way down to the bar, grabbing a beer each and join Y/N on the dancefloor right after. Y/N smiles up at me and leans in, standing on her tiptoes to reach my ear. “Ando bien peda, (I am very drunk)” she tells me, “Deberías emborracharte también (You should get drunk too),” being so incredibly in love with this girl has given me the opportunity to learn some Spanish too. I understand it, I just can’t say anything back. “No, I don’t think so, babes,” I tell her, laughing a bit, “Someone should be sober enough to make sure you get home safely,” she looks at me, and at first, I think she’s endeared by what I just told her. But then her expression changes to what I call the toddler-angry-drunk. AKA six drink Y/N/ “¡Dale cabron! (Come on, you bastard!” I roll my eyes, an amused smirk on my face. Y/N then proceeds to turn around to continue dancing as if nothing even happened. I keep an eye out for her while she dances. I watch her get another drink. Her seventh drink. Now comes weird-giggly Y/N. “¡No manches! (Unbelievable!)” she gasps when she sees me and lifts her free hand up to touch my face. “Tu eres Calum Hood de 5 Seconds of Summer! (You are Calum Hood from 5SOS)” she shouts with wide eyes, still touching my face. A wide smile appears on her face as she starts giggling. “Tu ere Calum Hood (You are Calum Hood),” she says. I glance at Ashton, who’s practically dying from laughter next to me. “Eres tu mi novio? (Are you my boyfriend?)” I laugh a little, but shake my head. A pout forms on her face. “Esas son mamadas. (That’s crazy)” For a second, I’m thinking mamadas actually means blowjobs, but judging from her face, I don’t think that’s what she’s saying at all. Eight drink Y/N spills the truth about everything. She always does. And even though tonight is a night when her Mexican self surfaces, she still manages to say whatever’s on her mind, without a filter. “Ando bien pedo, pero eres muy guapo. Si… ¿Por qué no eres mi novio? (I’m very drunk, but you are very handsome. Yes… Why are you not my boyfriend?)” My eyes widen. Eight drink Y/N would normally just gossip about her girlfriends or anyone she sees at the club. But right now, I’m pretty sure she just asked me why I’m not her boyfriend. Why am I not her boyfriend? “Alright, we’re heading home,” I tell her and grab her hand. Ashton follows me without question, helps me with Y/N to keep her up her feet. She mumbles things in Spanish about how I’m not her boyfriend and how crazy that is. Either that or something about blowjobs, I’m still not sure. I walk into her flat with her and Ashton, while he stays in the living room, I go to tuck her into bed. She’s still going off in Spanish, but I’ve zoned out by now. I’m not even listening to what she’s saying, because she’s going to get inside my head and make me think she’s in love with me too. “Esta cañón, (It’s rough)” she then sighs, her eyes already closed. “I know, Princessa, I know,” I tell her, stroking her cheek. When I’m pretty certain she’s dozed off, I get up and make my way out the bedroom. A second before I shut the door, I hear her mumble something. “Buenas noches, cariño,” I smile a little. “Buenas noches y sueños dulces, querida,” I say back in the best Spanish I can muster before shutting the door completely to let her sleep off her hangover. I wonder what that would be in Spanish…
Thanks to everyone who corrected me on errors I mad in this imagine. I edited it and hope everything’s cool now! :) (If not, please, do let me know) Being non-Mexican and only knowing basic Spanish, I literally looked “Mexican phrases” up on Google and found this Buzzfeed site where I got most phrases from. idk if it’s super accurate, but i guess it works haha :)
@faakelanadelrey asked me to do an imagine in the Foreigner!Reader series where the reader is Swedish. I hope you like this, babe! :) xx
Pairing: Michael x Swedish!reader
Warnings: Immense load of fluff
Words: 916
Summary: Michael hears his girlfriend Y/N talk to her parents on the phone and gets intruiged by the language she speaks. He asks her to teach him a few words.
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.
anonymous said: Omg i love your imagines! I am Italian but moved to France and my friends are always on about how my family is so incredibly loud but I don’t even realize it tbh so can I request a imagine with Ashton were he meets your family and everyone is so loud and stuff? ❤️❤️
A/N: Omg thank you! OOH, I LOVE this idea! Thanks for the request! Hope ya like it! xxxx
Pairing: Ashton Irwin x Italian!Reader
Warnings: none
Words: 923
Summary: Y/N takes her boyfriend to a family party in Italy for the very first time. He had met your mom once when she came to visit him with you in LA once and your dad when he was in Italy with the band. But now he has to meet your WHOLE family and it’s not quite what he thought it would be.
“Are you ready?” you ask when you finally made it to your front porch. You and Ashton had taken a flight early this morning to be on time at the family party your parents were having for your dad’s birthday. Since you and your boyfriend of three years lived in LA together, you had quite a journey to get through.
“I think so, yes,” Ashton replies as you open the front door. The two of you walk in, leaving your weekend bag in the hallway as you make your way to the kitchen where your mom, dad and sister are to prepare everything for the afternoon.
“Polpetta! (Meatball) ” your dad exclaims when he sees you and Ashton walk in. He wraps his arms around you before hugging Ashton too.
“Stellina (star)!” your mom then chimes in too and copies your dad’s actions. They ask you how your journey was, how LA was and if you wanted anything to drink.
“No, mummia, grazie. (No, mom, thanks) We kind of just wanted to freshen up and get dressed and stuff before the rest of the family arrives,” you tell her with a little smile.
“Ah, yeah, yeah! Naturalmente!” she exclaims, using a lot of hand gestures as if to brush you out of the room. You and Ash take your bags upstairs and take a quick shower together before getting dressed and ready for the party. He put on a simple red button-up shirt, of which he left a couple buttons un-buttoned, and a pair of nice, black trousers. And on his feet, his favorite boots.
“Babe,” he says as he puts on some necklaces while you were busy on your makeup. You simply hum, unable to say any words, “What does Polpetta mean?” you chuckle a little at his question.
“It literally means meatball, actually. But my dad likes to call me it,” you explain to him as you move on from eyeliner to mascara.
“Cute,” Ashton chuckles. He fixes his hair and his shirt, and when you’re ready too, the both of you head downstairs where a couple of family members already are. They greet you exuberantly, giving both of you hugs and kisses.
“Chi è questo? (Who is this?)” your auntie asks when you’re greeting her. She points to Ashton. You smile as you put your arm around his waist.
“Il mio ragazzo, Ashton, (This is my boyfriend Ashton” you tell her, “parla solo inglese.” Your auntie nods her head and glances over to Ashton.
“Nice to meet you, Ashton,” she says calmly, “Come here, baciare! Baciare! (Kiss! Kiss!)” she embraces him and kisses him on each cheek once. “Lui é carino (he’s pretty)!” she says to you, giving you a wink before mingling with other family members. Ashton looks a bit bewildered and overwhelmed by how full-on and loud your family is.
“What did she just say?” he then asks.
“She called you pretty,” his eyebrows draw together.
“I’m not pretty,” he says, to which you raise an eyebrow. You’ve laid awake, cuddling him during the nights he thought he wasn’t good enough or handsome enough to be in the situation he is in now. For a second you thought he was having another bound of insecurities. “I’m handsome. I’m a man,” he assures you, pretending to look very though.
“Sure, Pimpi (Little Prince), sure,” you say and kiss his perfect, acne-scarred cheek. The two of you mingled with the rest of your family, talking a bit and introducing your boyfriend to everyone.
“Stellina, puoi prendere altri snack, per favore? (Star, will you grab some more snacks, please?)” your mom asks you kindly. You nod your head, tell Ashton you’re heading into the kitchen for some more food and kiss his cheek before actually doing so. He seems to be just fine with your cousins and siblings. After five minutes of preparing the snack, Ashton walks into the kitchen anyway. He sighs as he puts his glass onto the counter.
“Wow, your family is loud,” he says, laughing a little as he leans against the counter, looking at you. You glance at him for a moment, eyebrows furrowed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you,” he quickly utters, eyes wide.
“No, I’m not offended. I just ... I never really noticed how loud they are until you just told me that,” you laugh a little. The loud talking of the people in the living room are heard very clearly in the kitchen, it makes you wonder how far their voices actually go.
“Yeah, I guess if you’re used to it, it goes unnoticeable,” he says with a smile, glad he didn’t offend you after all. He walks up to you and wraps his arms around your waist from behind. “I love your family though, they’re super nice!” he tells you and plants his kiss beneath your ear.
“They like you too, Ash. I’m glad you got to know them,” you say as you can’t hide away the smile growing on your face. Ever since you and Ashton became more serious, you wanted to come to Italy and introduce him to your entire family. To your loud, but incredible family he was now a part of.
“Ti amo, Polpetta (I love you, meatball),” he says in fluent Italian. You let out a loud laugh as you grabbed the bowl of snacks to take out to the living room.
“Love you too, Meatball,” you say jokingly before pecking him on the lips and then taking him to the living room again. You could just burst with happiness right now. This day has to be on your list of favorite days, along with the day you met the love of your life; Ashton Fletcher Irwin.
anonymous said: Yo foreigner au is a good idea!!! I’m from seychelles and nobody has gosh damn heard of us so yeah Seychellois reader with Calum ma boi
A/N: I have heard of the Seychelles (I have to, being a tourism student). I’m gonna try and do this, hope you like it! :) xx
Pairing: Calum Hood x Seychellois!Reader
Warnings: none
Words: 809
Summary: When you are on your first date with Calum, he asks you about your country and wants to know everything from the languages you speak, to the weather and the people. He wants to know everything.
@iammadeofstarsandlazyness said: Hiiii!!! Could you write something for the foreigner fics, maybe with Luke and the reader being french ? Thaaaanks Love your writing by the way ;)
A/N: Ooh, yes! As a Belgian tourism student, I’m supposed to be good in French, so it’s a great exercise to try and do this without Google Translate ;) & Thanks, love! That means a lot :)
Pairing: Luke Hemmings x French!Reader
Warnings: Luke being a cute croissant, big uwu energy
Words: 807
Summary: Y/N is studying for her finals when Luke visits her on his break in France. He tries his hardest not to disturb her, but when she starts cursing, he decides to step in.
5SOS
Calum Hood:
A Kiss From Oma Toert | Foreigner!Reader Series
Luke Hemmings:
Ashton Irwin:
Michael Clifford:
5SOS Text Au: NOT ME??? | Calum Hood
@c-dizzle-swizzle asked me to do a Foreigner!Reader for Germany. Now, even though I’m Belgian and German is our third language, I know about 1 or 2 words in German. So, I used Google Translate for this. I’m sorry if it’s shit, babes!
Pairing: Calum Hood x German!Reader
Warnings: none
Words: 753
Summary: Y/N is perfectly bilingual, but sometimes when talking to her boyfriend, Calum, she forgets an English word and uses a German one instead. Which causes the most hilarious situations sometimes.
