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Jakob Chychrun - Family

Originally posted by brandondrury

Request: “ could you do a Jakob Chychrun imagine where y'all are babysitting your younger cousins and you fall even more in love with him because of how good he is with kids? “

This is like the third babysitting one I’ve gotten and I feel like they all turn out the same. Sorry about my lack of creativity.

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You are short (Calum)

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believedh said: “Hi I’m not sure if you’ve done one before but I was really hoping for an imagine with either Luke or Calum where your really short (I’m 5'1) xxx”

absolutely! I hope you like it! xx

(I’m sorry for my lack of creativity, I’m weak and went for the obvious “you’re reaching for something on the top shelf and need some sort of help bc you’re too short”, I hope you can still get some kind of enjoyment out of it even though it’s so mainstream)

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“Shit…” You mumble to yourself, already being able to imagine how bad this could turn out. You put one knee up onto the high chair, using your other foot to kick off the ground.

You had been sitting by your kitchen isle, writing a paper for school when you suddenly felt a very distinct crave for cocoa puffs. The only problem is that they’re literally on the highest shelf in the whole house and you being a tiny bit shorter than the rest of the world, can’t really reach them without some sort of help. You are way too stubborn to ask your Calum for help since you know that he’d just laugh at you and call you tiny like he usually does when your height has gotten in the way of things. Instead, you placed the high chair that you had just been sitting on. The only problem now is that the chair is a spin chair, which increased the risk of you falling down on your arse very much.

You manage to get up on the chair, gripping the handle on a cupboard above you to keep you from falling. You can see the cereal standing there, and all you have to do know is stand up and…

Suddenly you hear a muffled laughter coming from behind you. You sigh and roll your eyes, “shut up.” you say, knowing that your boyfriend is observing you with an amused grin on his face. You are soo close to reaching them and you refuse to turn around or let him distract you.

Calum laughs and asks, “what are you doing, babe?” As if it wasn’t obvious enough already..

“I’m trying to- AH!” The chair decides to take a spin all suddenly and if it wasn’t for the fact that you are still gripping the cupboard, you would have definitely fallen. “I’m trying to grab the cocoa puffs,” you explain. “Stop distracting me.”

“You know you could have just asked and I would have helped you, right?” Calum says, coming up next to you. 

“I know Cal, but I can’t ask you for help every time I can’t do something y my own, can I? And this is going great, I’ve almost…” You explain while carefully this time, standing up on the chair and grabbing the package. “Got ‘em!” You say and hold them up, turning around a bit too fast to show him your accomplishment. 

The chair doesn’t really want the same things as you do, because when you turn one way the chair turns the other and you lose all your balance.

You very pathetically squeak out in fear of falling hard onto the floor, but luckily Calum stood right there and successfully catches you in his arms before you hurt yourself. 

“Oh my god, are you okay?” Calum asks, eyes wide as he carefully puts you down on the floor. 

“I’m fine, thanks for catching me.” You say and place the cereal on the kitchen counter. You had miraculously managed to actually keep your grip of the cocoa puffs instead of dropping them which had probably ended in a chocolate disaster on the kitchen floor. 

“Please let me know the next time you need something from the top shelf.”

You roll you eyes as he pulls you to his chest by your waist and wraps his arms around you. You feel him place a kiss on the top of your head, since he is so annoyingly tall.

You tilt your head back with a pout to meet his eyes, standing on your tippy toes. “Stop being so tall, I can’t even kiss you.”

Calum laughs and bends down to press his lips to yours, taking a hold of your hips in the meantime and lifting you up. You let out a surprised squeak that is muffled by his lips, before you quickly wrap your legs around his waist.

He puts you down on the counter and pulls away with a smile. “I’m not that tall, you’re just really small, babe,” he says before adding, “it’s cute.”

“But I don’t want to be cute…” You protest.

“Why not? Isn’t that a compliment?”

“Yeah, I know, but it makes me feel as if I’m five years old.”

“Okay then, how about elegant? Too old?” He says, winking.

“Yes, definitely.” You laugh. “I think I’d rather be cute actually…”

“How about…” he pauses to think, a small smile playing on his lips, “smashing?” he dramatically says eventually. “Or outstanding? Maybe marvelous?”

You laugh again. “Okay, okay, I get it!”

“Mind blowing? Smart? Classy? Beautiful? Charming? Sexy…?”

“I get it, Calum, and I am very flattered.” You say before he can continue with something worse (not worse as in something negative, but as in something on the more sexual front). You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. 

“You’re amazing, and I’d love just as much even if you were ten feet tall or if you were three feet tall.” He says, reaching for your lips.

You kiss him quickly three times, lingering a little longer on the last one before you say, “I love you too, giant. Now stop distracting me and let me have my cocoa puffs.”

not-used-to-being-normal  asked:

Al right. My quote is "I may not see everything that is happening around me. Not even a little, but I can assure you, I'm always watching you. And I hope you don't make me stop" And, if you can, do it as a reconciliation? Like, they brook up and that

Thank you for sending in the quote!! <3 and sorry it took me forever to get back to this!

(Okay, what the ‘fight’ is about is up to your interpretation. I didn’t know what possibly could make these two truly mad at each other, so yeah. Sorry for my lack of creativity, but I hope you’ll like it nonetheless. :D)


I am sitting on the couch with my knees up, hugging a cushion to my chest. Penny is sitting on the arm chair on the left of me, watching me in concern. Baz has left about ten minutes ago. 

I feel like I’m about to start crying. I hate myself. I hate this. I’m sorry, Baz, is all I can think.

“Simon,” Penny says, but before she can say anything else I’m standing up.

“I’m going after Baz.”

“Simon, I’m not sure-”

“I need to talk to him.”


A little later I stand in front of the door of Baz’s apartment. We barely hang out here though he did give me a key, just like he has the key to Penny and mine apartment. I debate if I should let myself in or if I should knock. 

Then I hear a sound coming from inside. It’s Baz’s violin. I put the keys into the lock, he’s not going to hear me knocking now anyway. 

I step inside, staying quiet and I walk towards his bedroom where he’s playing the violin. Baz’s apartment is very small, which is why we prefer mine. Though we do go here when we need privacy or when Penny is absolutely done with us. 

I stand in front of Baz’s bedroom door. I hear him playing inside. He’s playing a rushed and harsh melody. I hear him screw up a few times and it sounds like Baz is growling. I want to walk in and make him feel at ease, but I hesitate.

Baz had stormed out of my apartment earlier, he had seemed to be very done with me. He probably doesn’t want me here. Though, I’m not done with him. I’m never done with him. 

Before I can knock or make any gesture to let Baz know I’m standing in front of his bedroom door Baz comes out of his bedroom and runs into me, literally. Baz reacts on impulse and before I know it his fists hits my right in my jaw. 

“Ouch” I shout and I crouch down. “Baz, it’s me.” 

Baz looks down on me with a perplexed expression on his face.

“What the fuck, Snow.” 

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. 

Baz has a conflicted look on his face. He’s probably thinking about whether he should help me up or not. I make it easy for him by just standing up myself.

I stand in front of Baz. We’re both looking at each other and I don’t know what to say.  

“What are you doing here?” Baz asks as he turns his vision away from me, looking past me like he doesn’t care for me at all. It hurts. 

“Baz,” is all I can bring out. I just want to throw my arms around him. I want to kiss him. I want to know that everything is alright. I want to feel that everything is alright.

“Baz, I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I’m so stupid.”

He looks at me, his eyes cold. “Yes, you really are stupid.”

“Uh, yeah. But I’m sorry Baz. I’m sorry that I don’t think about what I say. I’m sorry that I can’t read people the way you can. I’m sorry that I’m a horrible boyfriend. But, I may not see everything that is happening around me. Not even a little, but I can assure you, I’m always watching you. And I hope you don’t make me stop. Baz I’m truly sorry, please don’t turn away from me. Please. I know I’ve done wrong and I want a chance at doing better, because you deserve better.”

I don’t think I’ve ever said so many words in one go. Baz looks at me. I can see he’s fighting his emotions. Debating between showing what he feels or just shutting me out. 

“Baz, please.” I say and I can feel my eyes watering. 

I see his eyes soften a bit. “Simon-”

I throw my arms around him, I can’t help it. I hug him and I tell him I’m sorry over and over. 

After standing like that for a little while I feel Baz’s arms slide around my waist. We hold each other. 

“Simon, I’m not breaking up with you if that’s what you were thinking.”

I bring out a sigh of relief. I’m not loosing him.

“We’ve been fighting since we were eleven, Simon. Has it ever made me turn away from you? I don’t think it’s neither physically nor mentally possible for me to turn my back to you. Yes you are stupid and I hate you. But I love you as well and I just needed some time to sort myself out.”

I nod and break free from our embrace. “I’m still sorry though.”

“You better be. I’m still upset.”

“You have the right to be.”

Baz stares at me, intensely. I don’t think either of us is really making an effort in moving, but for some reason our faces keep coming closer to each others. Our lips meet and we kiss passionately. My hands in his soft hair and his hands on the small of my back, pushing me closer to him. 

When we break apart I tell him sorry again. 

“Yeah, well, now you can go,” Baz says. “I don’t want to see you tonight.”

“Okay,” I say quietly. “But I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

“Probably.” 

I nod and give him a quick kiss before I leave. He sneers at me. 

I walk out of the apartment, smiling to myself. 


Send me a quote/general request and I’ll write a short snowbaz fic/blurb!! 

Finally having been checked out of St. Mungo’s, he slipped on his jacket; recently, Octobers in London felt a lot more cold because of the war- and began making his way out, spotting an old friend.

A wide grin found it’s way to his fair face; “Pamela?” he called out, approaching her. “You look different! Not in a bad way, I mean; in a good way,” he chuckled, feeling a bit silly- reunions weren’t exactly his thing, “just different. It’s been ages!”