ugh i'm supposed to be doing homework but look at me here

Fred Imagine 4

Request: happy v-day!! could you do a fred x reader imagine where the reader is harrys older sister so she’s also a target for voldemort and fred and george are assigned by the order to keep them safe at school and angst and fluff? ily thanks!! (btw I luv ur blog as well!

alright!! I’m so sorry it’s been a week I’ve had SO MUCH WORK TO DO AH!! thursday is mardi gras break and I’m going skiing with my bff for all 10 days of it but i will try to start on my other requests and do some ships!! please be patient I'm trying my best :) !

“-she needs someone to watch her!”

“Now, Harry, your sister can take care of herself,” Sirius was attempting to calm your bother.

“You know what,” Fred interjected, “I agree with Harry! Y/n is just as valuable to You-Know-Who as Harry is! We all know if he gets a hold of her Harry would be going to save her before anyone could even say ‘Dumbledore’s underwear!’”

You stood up angrily, “Don’t I get a say in this?!”

Sirius, Tonks, Remus, Arthur, Molly, Hermione, Fred, George, Harry, Ginny, Snape, and Ron all turned to look at you and the room fell silent.

“Like Sirius said,” you began slowly, Sirius winking at you when you said his name, “I can very well take care of myself, thank you. And I’m not going to let some noseless arsehole get in the way of my education!”

“I have to agree with you about that, y/n,” Hermione said with a slight chuckle, “but maybe it would be better if there was someone who might keep a look out. Two pairs of eyes are better than one, aren’t they?”

You sighed and sat down, your best friend was always right, wasn’t she?

“Look y/n,” your little brother began, “I just can’t let anyone else get hurt because of me, especially you.”

“Harry,” you looked up at him, “I’m the one that’s supposed to be looking after you! Bloody hell, your my little brother!”

“I know but-”

“What if Fred and I just watched out while we were at school together?” George proposed.

“Yeah,” Fred added, “We could keep Harry and the Order updated on anything suspicious at Hogwarts and watch out for y/n. We always hang out together anyways.”

You looked at Harry for his response.

“Okay,” he said, looking relieved.

Fred and George smirked at each other before walking towards you. You groaned.

“Oh, now, now, y/n,” Fred ‘comforted’ you.

“Don’t be so blue,” George grabbed your shoulders.

“Think of all the fun you’ll have with your babysitters!”

“Oh, no no no,” you shook your head, sliding out of George’s grip to face the twins, “This,” you pointed back and forth between them and you, “is not a babysitting gig. You are simply there to make sure I don’t die. Got it?”

“Oh, yeah,” they nodded in mock seriousness and then grinned at one another.

“Shit!” You cursed as your books flew out of your arms onto the ground. The back of your head felt like it was about to make contact wit the stairs when you felt strong arms wrap around you and lift you up. 

You opened your eyes to see the one and only, Fred Weasley.

“Ugh, Weasley, what are you doing,” you shoved him off, going to get your books. 

For the past week and a half, every time anything, anything at all, happened, Fred and George were there to swoop in and save the day (more Fred than George).

Forgot your Charms homework? Fred has it right here.

Wiping your mouth after eating cereal? Why would you when George is here?

Doing you hair for the day? Your very own personal stylist Fred Weasley is ready to make you the envy of every single girl at Hogwarts. 

Brushing your teeth? Nonsense! Fred will take care of it!

Honestly, it was getting very annoying. 

“What?” Fred said, almost amused, it seemed, “it is our job to take care of you.”

“I’m not a child, though,” you shot back.

Normally you would do anything to have your crush, Fred, at your beck and call, but it was so over the top and irritating! 

“I know, I know,” he assured you, “but Harry would kill us if his sister was forced to walk to Potions all alone,” he added a mischievous wink.

You rolled your eyes, unable to help yourself from blushing, “Whatever.”

You were just about to enter the Potions room when Fred pulled you aside and into a small room off the side of the hall.

“Fred! What the f-”

“Shhhh!” he put a hand over your mouth. 

Fred pulled out of his pocket an extendable ear, a new gadget he and George were working on for Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. 

“Listen,” he whispered as you watched the ear slide under the door and presumably to Snape’s room.

“-you may kill the girl, but Harry Potter is for me,” your heart stopped at the chilling voice.

“Yes, my lord,” Snape’s dull voice responded.

“Is that….” you began.

Fred nodded in response.

“However,” Snape began, “We could use her as leverage, who knows the lengths Harry Potter would go to to save his… poor sister.”

“Very intriguing, Severus. Tell me-”

Fred had dragged you out of the closet and through the halls and you had’t even noticed. Pretty soon you were sitting on the couch in the Gryffindor Common room with Fred pacing in front of you.

“We have to tell the Order right away. I mean, Snape? Severus Snape? I knew he was an arsehole but honestly! I mean-” Fred looked at you and sighed, sitting next to you, “Are you okay?”

You sat for a moment and then gave a short laugh, “No I’m not okay! I just listened to the person who killed my parents practically plan my murder!”

“Hey it’s-”

“No!” you shouted, getting up, “Don’t you dare say it’s okay because we all now it’s not! My life means nothing to them, and they will come and get me and you know Harry will be the first to try and save me and it’ll be my fault if He succeeds!” 

You were talking so fast you had run out of breath. You took a shaky breath and ran your fingers through your hair. 

Fred pulled you into a hug. 

“You know,” he whispered, “If anything happened I don’t think Harry would be the first to go after you.”

“No?” You questioned.

“It would be me.”

You closed the space in between your faces and kissed.

After a moment you pulled apart. 

“We won’t let anything happen to you, okay?”


Occam’s Gift Horse (DC TV)

Title: Occam’s Gift Horse
Fandom: DC TV
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2309
Characters: Mick, Len, Lisa
Summary: Inspired by this post. Len and Lisa are not very good at receiving gifts.

Mick hadn’t gotten more than five feet into the safehouse before Len, going the other way, grabbed him by the arm and pulled him out without missing a step. Flummoxed, Mick asked, “What’s going on?”

“Place’s been compromised.”

Tension gripped at Mick’s back, instantly alert for anything out of place. He hadn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary but if there was one thing he was willing to trust over his own instincts it was Len’s. “We bailing completely?” Wouldn’t be a total loss. They’d learned pretty quickly not to get attached to things in case of situations like this.

“Not sure. Maybe,” Len said shortly, dropping Mick’s arm once they were out in a crowd.

Half an hour of meandering, doubling back and ducking in and out of buildings later, Mick finally asked, “What tipped you off?”

“There was a gun on the table.”


“Derringer. Mother-of-pearl grip, engraved barrel. Darbynians must’ve tracked us.”

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Heh… said I was gonna be in hiatus and not post anything - which I still am... but I just had a spark of writing something today while writing other homework stuff and thought maybe someone might want to see it *shrugs*…

Kinda had a spark on if PJ was a kid and ‘I’ was his mom. When I mean “I”, I mean a version of me in another universe… who so happens to also be in college cause I thought it would or could add an interesting dynamic. 

So yeah it is inspired by Momma CQ since it would be interesting to see how he would even act in that world or a world similar to it. However, the thing is that (1) this isn’t canon in the slightest, (2) Paper and their family are not near by any other characters in that world, and (3) this whole thing is more of me experimenting with writing PJ as a kid due to things that may happen in Mediplane with him ‘as a kid’. So I just want to see how he would interact with others… so yeah!  ((this also might not follow how the world works with Momma CQ so keep that in mind.))

Title: First Day of School (cause I can’t think of what else to call it)

Characters: Paper Jam (6 years old), Skie (this world’s version)

(it’s just a small drabble that’s around 1500 words - basically what happens when I get bored enough to write)

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  • Luke: "Ugh, I simply can't understand this," you sighed, dropping your head on your notebook. "Ah, c'mon, babe. It can't be that hard," Luke sat crossed legged behind you in your bed, massaging your tense shoulders. "It's easy for you to say, Mr. 'I'll just go touring with my band and keep studying 'cause I'm a freaking genius'," you lifted your head, resting it on his shoulder. "Here, I'll help you," he chuckled, looking at your homework. You looked up at him, face serious as if he was lost in deep thoughts - which he probably was. Unconsciously, you leaned in and pecked his cheek, lips lingering there longer than it was necessary. "(Y/N)," Luke laughed, "Are you even paying attention to what I'm saying?". Of course!", you replied in a high pitched voice. "Then what did I just say?", he asked you, eyebrows raised. "You asked me if I was paying attention to you." "God, what am I going to do with you?!", he looked at you with a funny expression before taking your face on his hands and crashing your lips together. "Let's do this:", he mumbled against your lips, "I'll explain it again and, if you get this exercise right, then I'll give you a reward." "Ooh, I like the sound of that," you pecked his lip, waiting for him to begin explaining again.
  • Ashton: "Watcha doing?," Ashton asked, looking at your study table from behind your shoulder. "Studying," you replied. "Why?", he insisted. "'Cause I have an upcoming test," you sighed, knowing this conversation was going to take a while. "But studying is no fun," he whined. "It's funny you're saying that when you're not the one supposed to be studying," you laughed. "I feel your pain," he said, "Plus, I'm suffering quite a lot myself thinking of the things we could be doing while you're here studying." You rolled your eyes, not feeling tempted to answer him at the moment. The room went silent for a moment, and you wondered if Ashton had left you to study in peace - even though you hand't heard his footsteps. "I know you don't want to be sitting here and studying when you have a hot boyfriend ready to give you what you want," Ashton seductively whispered in your ear, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck. "My hot boyfriend ready to give me what I want is the reason why I'm failing in the first place," you moved your neck away from him, "And, right now, all that I want is some time to study. Could you please give me that?". "Fine, but only 'cause you look cute when you're begging," Ashton said, finally leaving you to your books - not before biting your neck.
  • Michael: "Michael, do you think you can help me with my homework?", you asked your boyfriend. "Babe, I'm the one who dropped out of school to be in a band, remember?", he reminded you. "Yeah, but you surely learned something there," you shrugged. "The only thing I learned there was that it's useless," he chuckled. "C'mon, Michael. I need help," you sighed. "Okay, okay. Let me see what I can do for you," he walked over to where you were, glancing at your books, "Oh, God. It's like I'm in hell again." "C'mon, Michael," you laughed, "You don't remember anything?". "Ah, I might remember some of it. But, mostly not. Let me see," he took your pencil, scribbling some things on a piece of paper. You curiously tried to read whatever it was he was writing, but couldn't understand a thing. "Yeah, I don't remember anything about Maths," he confirmed, "But, you know, I was always pretty good at Chemistry, and I think what you and I have is something we could work on." "Oh my God, Michael, you're so cheesy," you giggled. "Hey, at least I try," he defended himself, leaning in to kiss you.
  • Calum: "What is my beautiful girlfriend doing today?", Calum asked you. "Studying," you sighed, quite unhappy with that. "Need help?", he sat next to you on the bed. "Not wanting to sound rude, Cal, but you dropped out of school," you said sweetly. "That doesn't mean I wasn't a good student," he replied. "Yeah, but you'll only distract me," you stated. "Oh, I'll distract you?", he turned his head to look at you, "By doing things like this?", he put a hand on your thigh, sitting closer to you on the bed. "Or, maybe, by doing this?", Calum moved his hand higher up your thigh, leaning in closer to you. "Or something like this?", he said, connecting your lips and biting it. "Calum," you mumbled, not even sure yourself if that was a protest for him to stop or a moan as a hint to continue. "Or maybe I would distract you by looking super hot while you're trying to study," he pulled away from you completely. "Cal," you whined. "Aw, (Y/N), don't be like that," he stood up from the bed, "After all, you need to study and I'm just a rebel who dropped out of school." "Fuck you," you said under your breath, watching his smirking figure. "Better yet," he said, "Let me fuck you when you're finished," and, with a wink, he walked off.