Everything happens for a reason part 3 - Alexia putellas x pregnant!reader
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Warnings⚠️ swearing (that’s about it I think) it’s mostly angst
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Part 1- https://www.tumblr.com/apute11as/733631966220582912/everything-happens-for-a-reason-alexia-putellas
Part 2- https://www.tumblr.com/apute11as/735082085825576960/everything-happens-for-a-reason-part-2-alexia
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The next day rolled around fairly quickly as you and Alessia had made a brief exit, claiming travel sickness to be the cause of your tearful exit from the room. As you woke up the next day you were met with the sound of a blaring alarm that read 6:30am.
Groaning you began to trudge out of bed, as Alessia did the same from the other bed.
“What are you doing?” Rung Alessia’s sleepy voice.
“Getting ready for training?” you said, puzzled.
“Oh are you sure you want to play, do you feel well?” questioned the striker
“yeah surprisingly I feel alright this morning” you smiled but you were soon cut off by a harsh ringing of your phone and were met with Alexia’s face plastered across your screen. You hesitated at first but then clicked the green button.
“Bon dia mi amor, I was starting to this you weren’t awake” came the a husky, Catalonian voice.
“Hey baby yeah I’m up sorry just misplaced my phone.” you assured her.
“How is camp are you feeling better now?” she asked, her voice laced with concern.
You hesitated for a moment, wondering if maybe you should just share your concerns with your wife, knowing that she could potentially offer clarity. However you ultimately decided against it as you had your mind set on attending the World Cup and playing as much as possible. Your mind wandered as you began working it out in your head, realising that by the end of the tournament, you’d be almost 3 months pregnant which would likely carry risks when you played.
“Princesa? Are you still there?” your wife questioned with worry.
“Lo siento Ale I’m here, I’m just so tired sorry my mind isn’t focusing.” you offered
“I understand bebita, I’ll call you back later vale?” the Spaniard inquired.
“Sí of course I’ll call you after training, te quiero mucho Alexia.” you voiced
“I love you too amor.” she replied blowing a kiss at the screen, which you returned before ending the call.
“You ok?” Asked Alessia with a pitiful smile.
“Yeah I’m good. Thank you Less I really mean it.” you replied
“always and we’ll get the test later to calm your mind down” she smiled
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The morning had been relatively smooth, with minimal nausea and training with the girls had even distracted you completely for a number of hours- something that you welcomed with open arms. During the rondo is when it all started to take a turn for the worse. You felt yourself growing more easily tired than usual, struggling to catch your breath after a run down the wing, the sick feeling started to form.
You’d been stood in a small huddle half way through the drill when you felt the bile begin to rise in your throat and before you knew it you were making a run to the changing rooms and throwing up in the nearest bin. Alessia and Mary were close behind and you felt a hand rubbing up your back as you dry heaved into the bin.
“come on y/n we’re going to get the medicine” said Alessia
“what medicine?” you questioned, whilst attempting to regain your composure.
“You know what we talked about getting at lunch? To cure your illness” she said through gritted teeth as your mind finally caught up.
“Ohh ok yes sorry” you replied, eyes darting between her and Mary.
“What’s up with you?” Asked Mary, concerned.
“Just the flu we think” you answered, stoically.
“Should you be playing??” She urged
“Probably not but I didn’t want to worry anyone” you lied about your condition
“Y/N your health should come first always!” Mary insisted.
“Sorry Mar it will next time I promise” you offered, which seemed to be enough for you as she allowed you and Alessia to leave, whilst she told the team of your suspected flu- an answer they gave little question to.
———
The journey to the shop was brief. You slipped in with hoods up and made sure to use self checkout to minimise the risk of being spotted because what a scandal that would cause.
Once you returned to your shared room, the two of you made your way to the bathroom, carrying three different brands of pregnancy test in your bag.
“Do you want to do them all at once?” Alessia inquired.
“I mean I doubt I have the pee control to do it any other way” you replied, attempting to lighten the tense mood.
You sat down on the toilet and held the tests below you as Alessia turned to face the door. Once you’d taken them, you turned all three face down on the counter and the two of you sat on the stone floor of the bathroom with a 5 minute timer on Alessia’s phone. Your mind wandered to your wife in Spain as the guilt crept in about keeping this potentially life changing moment from her.
Before you could get too absorbed in your thoughts, the timer sounded signifying it was time to check the tests.
“you’ve got this.” Reassured the blonde with a small smile.
“3, 2, 1” you rehearsed before flipping the text.
First one: positive
Second one: positive
Third one: positive
“Oh shit” Alessia voiced.
“Oh shit indeed.”
“What are you gonna do? Shall I get your phone I can leave whilst you call alexia?” Said the striker.
“No. She can’t know.” You responded emotionlessly.
“What why not?” Alessia questioned, shock evident in her tone.
“She’ll stop me from playing Alessia. I have to play! By the time it’s noticeable the World Cup will be done and I’ll tell her then to cheer her up if neither of us win it or to add fuel to the celebration if one of us does. Oh my god what if she’s not happy?” your breathing picks up rapidly “she wanted the baby before but what if she’s changed her mind Alessia?” Your breathing was becoming frantic.
“Calm down y/n/n breathe just breathe” Alessia said putting a comforting hand on your shoulder.
“I can’t Alessia! What if she leaves me? I can’t raise a baby on my own!” You began to hyperventilate, reaching a state of full blown panic.
“Y/n you need to breathe ok, we can sort all that after, you don’t need to tell alexia today just calm down, breathe, think of the baby ok, breathe for the baby!” Alessia urged.
“Ok ok” you said steadying your breath, Alessia’s grip on your shoulders grounding you.
“You feeling calmer now?” questioned the blonde.
“Yes thank you Alessia it really means a lot” you smiled, hugging the younger girl.
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The first game of the tournament came around fast. With it being Haiti, you weren’t too concerned as they hadn’t been an especially tough team in the past. You still hadn’t told Alexia about the pregnancy. Although Alessia had managed to convince you to see a doctor, luckily she wasn’t a football fan so had no idea who the two of you were, and much to your amusement she confused you as a couple which sent the two of you into fits of giggles, before correcting her. You and Alexia still kept in contact, she’d noticed something off with you but each time she’d brought it up, you shut her down with and blamed it on fatigue. She wasn’t stupid and didn’t buy a word of it but she also knew you’d tell her in your own time, whatever it was so she didn’t push.
When sarina announced you to be in the starting eleven you sighed heavily, realising that the game would be tougher than anticipated. What’s more, you were playing centre back. Normally, you played CDM or on occasion CM but with Leah out and Millie having picked up a light injury in training, England were short on reliable centre backs.
As the whistle sounded to signify the start of the match, you drew a sharp breath in anticipation of the difficulty these next 90 minutes would prevail.
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Half time came around eventually. After a gruelling first half, you welcomed the break. You were leading 1-0 only thanks to a penalty from Georgia, which wasn’t overly comforting as Haiti were putting up a fair fight. You were forced to make some risky tackles, many of which ended up with you on the floor, body twisted at awkward angles. This did nothing to help Alessia’s growing anxiety for you. She’d become protective over you as she felt partially responsible, being the only one who knew about the pregnancy still. Every time you’d gone down with a challenge, she’d been by your side, checking you over (despite being practically on opposite ends of the pitch).
What you didn’t know was that Alexia was sat in a hotel room, watching every interaction and was beginning to grow suspicious of your new found closeness to the blonde striker. Lingering touches which to you and Alessia were nothing more than her checking on you and the baby, to Alexia were symbols of a growing affection between the two of you. Her jaw remained clenched at every interaction.
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The game ended 1-0. A tight win but the three points were yours nonetheless. Your body ached all over. As you headed for the coach in a slumped motion due to the fatigue, you were stopped with a warm hand on your shoulder, one that belonged to Lucy Bronze.
“Hey Luce are you ok?” you sighed out.
“I’m alright Mrs putellas but are you?” She asked with concern. You cringed at the nickname she gave you before responding.
“Tough match that’s all, why do you ask?” you inquired with a furrowed brow.
“Alexia told me you weren’t yourself lately, asked me to check up on you. Oh and also I was quite concerned to hear that you didn’t tell her about your quite awful round of the flu the other week?” she questioned
“Oh erm must of slipped my mind?” You offered weakly.
“Yeah I’m sure, what’s really up Y/N?” Questioned the brunette.
“I-I can’t tell you” you stuttered, eyes damp with tears that threatened to fall at any moment.
“Why not, you know you can trust me with anything?” she said, face contorted with a mixture of confusion and hurt.
“I know Lucy and I love you for it but it’s personal I’m sorry.” you half smiled at her
“Yeah yeah I get that, you don’t have to tell me but you should really tell your wife.” She rebounded.
“No she can’t know!” You said on reflex, as though you were talking about it to Alessia.
“Y/N” called Alessia, jogging towards the two of you. “Are you coming?” She gestured to the bus.
“Yeah of course.” You smiled at the striker. Lucy however, didn’t miss the relaxation of your body at Alessia’s presence. Making a mental note to bring this up when Alexia called again.
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Alexia’s POV
Y/N has been off with me for weeks. Ever since that day she left for the World Cup, she’s been so distant. At first I thought it was to do with us being rivals at the World Cup but now I fear there’s something more.
After watching her game against Haiti, I noticed her closeness with Russo, England’s young striker. My stomach twisted in discomfort as I watched them interact, Y/N responding to her touch in the way she’d normally only do for me. Jealousy rippled through me, could it be? Is this why she’s been off with me? Was my wife really cheating on me with her teammate?
Back to neural POV
Frantically, Alexia called Lucy for the second time this week. After a few rings she picked up.
“Hola Capi” sounded the English- twinged Spanish of Lucy bronze.
“Hola Lucia, well done on the game”
“Gracias Alexia? Not to be rude but why are you calling me?” She questioned
“Has Y/N been acting weird at all?” She asked simply
“Funny you say that she was being odd earlier. She seemed sad so I asked her what was up and I got minimal response but then I got her to crack a little. She told me there was something but she couldn’t tell me. Then Alessia came along and grabbed her to go to the bus. They spent the whole journey whispering about something so I’m not sure what to take from it?” Offered Lucy
“That little bitch” snapped alexia
“Woah what now?” Questioned Lucy at the harsh words Alexia had just produced
“I think she’s cheating on me Luce” replied alexia, both anger and sadness laced her voice.
“Oh wow Ale that’s a huge conculsion to jump to.” Stated the older woman.
“Well did you not see how much they touched eachother in that game. I was observing them the whole time Alessia was practically glued to her at every opportunity.” Snarled alexia.
“Now that you say it they’ve been spending a lot of time together but I wouldn’t make any rash decisions on the matter Alexia.” Offered Lucy.
“Thanks Lucy I’m gonna call her now.” Alexia stated harshly
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After the team bus made its way back to the hotel in Sydney, you and Alessia wandered up to your rooms (next door to eachother as requested). You’d barely been back and hour before you received a FaceTime from your wife. Weird, you’d thought. It was a couple of hours earlier than you’d discussed but you brushed it off and answered anyways.
“Hola mi amor” you spoke down the phone.
“Fuck you” came your wife’s angry tone
“W-what? Mi Vida are you ok?” You asked with concern in your voice
“You’re cheating on me are you, with Russo?” She snarled
“WHAT?! No Alexia where did you get that from?” you were shocked at this revelation
“I saw the two of you in that game, every time you were tackled she was right beside you. She’s up front you’re a defender for fucks sake you’re miles away from each other!” She practically yelled down the phone.
“Alexia no it’s not like that at all, she’s just been looking out for me.” You reassured the Spaniard.
“Looking out for you? I know we’re not seeing eachother for a while but i didn’t realise you were pathetic enough to need another woman to satisfy you! It’s been 3 fucking weeks Y/N!” She roared
“You don’t understand Alexia I needed someone to talk to, to support me in person.” you were in tears now.
“SUPPORT YOU? What the fuck with? I call you everyday to check in and you won’t tell me anything so you’re whoring yourself out to the next person you can find!” She pushed further
“No Alexia! It’s not like that not at all please!” You begged
“Then what is it huh? What could you possibly need support with that I can’t give you right now?!” She boomed
“Alexia, I’m- I’m pregnant! The IVF worked its your baby, sorry you had to find out like this.” you burst into tears.
Alexia sat there in shock. You were pregnant, with her baby, how could she have been so stupid!
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Summary: Lady (Name) Granville, daughter and only heir of Duke Granville just arrived back for this season from her tour in Europe. However, she came back to London with a secret. And it seems Anthony Bridgerton just found out that secret.
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You sat in silence as Lady Danbury said farewell to the last bachelor who decided to try and court you. None seemed to pique your interest even though they were all nice gentlemen. Your mind was filled with thoughts of Anthony Bridgerton with his brown eyes and handsome smile. You had no idea why you couldn’t stop thinking about him even though your relationship went as far as a few dances.
“(Name), I believe it is time we have a little chat.” Lady Danbury sat down beside you with a serious expression on her wrinkled face. “Ever since the ball at Mrs. Sinclair’s, you seem to be quite unfocused and brooding. The rumours said you were having a conversation with Lord Bridgerton right before you suddenly decided that you were tired. Is there something I should know, darling?”
“Nothing of the scandalous sort of things, I can assure you.” you sighed heavily. “Anthony… found out that I perform at the opera. He kept visiting the opera so often to watch my plays.”
“I don’t think I need to say “I said so”.” she smirked knowingly. “And what are you planning to do now?”
“Lord Bridgerton kept my secret so far but he was playing with me the whole time.” you furrowed your eyebrows. “I only recently found out that Siena was his mistress.”
“The boy is still young when it comes to matters of the heart, my dear. Have you ever thought that he might have had no ill intentions? I don’t think he really thought through things especially with the way he was eying you every chance he got.”
Your eyes widened when you understood what your aunt was insinuating. Could Anthony really be so attracted to you that he completely forgot about Siena? A blush bloomed on your cheeks as you pulled back in your shock that made Lady Danbury laugh hard.
“Oh dear, having paraded through Europe, I would’ve thought you were familiar with courting to some extent.” she shook her head.
“I am only familiar with the type of courting that is about my title and dowry.” you mumbled. “Still, if he was that careless about the situation, he would be similar in the future.”
Later that day you went over to the theatre for the regular practice. You greeted everyone as you made your way through the corridors in the backstage. Reaching the dressing room you and Siena often shared, you knocked softly on the door before entering. In the past you happened to walk in on artists sharing passionate moments together in the dressing rooms so you decided it was best to knock here as well. Siena was already inside, fixing her dress and accessories in front of the mirror. You quietly greeted her and checked yourself in your mirror. To your relief, your mask was still in place.
“Why are you so insistent on wearing that mask even when there is no audience out there?” Siena inquired, curiocity written over her beautiful face.
“I… My family never approved of this career choice I made…” you averted your gaze from the mirror, staring at your dresser. “They asked me to at least avoid people finding out about it.”
“Then why is Anthony an exception from seeing your face, Duchess Granville?” she turned to you fully, her face a cold mask, not revealing her real emotions. You felt like your body froze in that moment, words left your mind. “I was surprised to see him here after all, I ended our affair. I noticed him visiting more often than before but I only realised what was going on when I followed his line of sight from his family’s box to you performing on stage.”
“Are you still in love with him?” you asked, your voice trembling. You turned your head sharply to her as she still stood a good distance from you, her eyes watching you, observing you.
“That never mattered.” she shook her head. “What matters is what you want with this act. Those around your social status are easy to listen to rumours and love scandals, using them to avoid and scrutinise those they already hate for some reason. If your secrets gets revealed, the theatre will again face a scandal and that means less performances and less income.”
“I-”
“Less income to the theatre means we will have to close it because we barely have money to pay for things to function. The area reserved for the audience may look perfect but back here is quite different. If the equipment doesn’t work as it is supposed to, people might get hurt. If you really admire the theatre, you stop this before it gets out of hand.”
With that, Siena left you alone in the room. You knew she was right. You never belonged here even though you tried your hardest and did everything. You were never supposed to be here. You were supposed to play Duchess, please the ton and satisfy your duties as Duchess. Even though your heart was breaking by the thought of giving up your dream, you had to make a choice.
During the practice you kept avoiding Siena’s gaze, your face feeling warm from your embarrassment that lingered under your skin in her presence. Why did Anthony follow you around? Why was he so infuriatingly determined? Why did he have to ruin this for you? The only thing you held close to your heart and admired so much. While walking home you took the long way. You thought the cold air would help you clear your mind but you only got angrier with each passing minute. Suddenly, you bumped into someone making you stumble back but before you could fall, strong hands grabbed your elbows, steadying you.
“Lady Granville.” greeted you, a familiar voice. You looked up to see Benedict Bridgerton. Your anger returned tenfold by the sight of him because he reminded you of his older brother.
“Please excuse me, my lord, I’m in a hurry.” you mumbled and tried to walk past him but Benedict didn’t let you go.
“Lady Granville, my brother might have to do something with that frown if I am right.” he smiled knowingly, making you grunt in response. It only made him laugh at your reaction. “Did something happen that made you so angry?”
“Anthony is infuriatingly insistent and annoyingly determined! So much so that I-” then you shut your mouth quickly before you said too much. It was enough Anthony knew about your secret, his brother didn’t need to know about it.
“Oh, I know, your grace.” he chuckled. “Let me walk you home, you should not walk alone in this part of the city.”
“B-”
“Not unchaperoned of course.” Benedict motioned to the coach sitting on the carriage. You nodded and let him help you into the carriage. To your surprise, Daphne Bridgerton or now Daphne Basset née Bridgerton was sitting inside patiently waiting for her brother. She smiled while greeting you politely.
“It is nice seeing you, your grace.” she said. “Were you out alone?”
“Yes, I visited a friend but it got late after I got a little lost.” you lied easily.
“Why did you not bring a carriage?” Benedict asked. You decided that you hated how in each Bridgerton sibling’s eyes there was a mischievous, knowing glint that told you they knew you were up to no good and lying about it.
“Lately the suitors are getting quite desperate to get my attention. If they would know I am over at my friend’s house, they would surely try to approach me when Lady Danbury or your brother is not there.” you smiled tensely.
“Oh I remember how Anthony almost arranged a marriage for me with Lord Berbrooke. He thought that man was suitable to be a good husband.” Daphne laughed and shook her head. “But sometimes his determination is the fruit of his good intentions.”
“Perhaps…” you said quietly. The carriage stopped then fortunately, relief washed over you. You quickly said your goodbyes and went to your house. Today left so many questions in your head you just wanted to lay down and sleep it off. Maybe when the morning comes, you would know what to do or so you hoped.
-bg:youre a 22 y/o single nurse who is a part timer workng in clinics and hospitals in Edo to find extra $$ while still wanting to have some free time
outro:
-you where chatting up with ur patients as u finished up ur wound dressing in ur drs clinic
-and you see a glimpse of him walking with his gang,the yorozuya
-hes seen you a few times and recognises you as the nurse who is soft spoken and very strong while transferring pts
-you would sometimes just have small talks with him during ur pockets of time
-usually talking about daily lives and just laughing off at him teasing the other nurses
-you lowkey have a crush on him as he prevented another pervy pt from touching ur ass when you were prepping your meds
-anddd you do know gin has a nurse kink as he shoots some dirty jokes like "hmm someone gonna poke me real hard uh" or a "damn gurl that light pink dress be looking good on the floor"
-you just haha *sakamoto laughs* your way out
the story:
-you just chilling and watching dramas on tv
-shinpachi suddenly called you and requested you to take care of gin for 5 days as both shinpachi n kagura are gonna take over the yorozura for a bit
-gin got into a accident while riding his scooter and hit a light while tryna avoid a car
-he broke his left arm and leg and also has several wounds on his scalp and back
-and gins usual care giver otae is busy w the smile cabaret
-plus shinpachi n kaguras gonna stay the remaining nights at shins dojo to allow gin to recuperate well
-you just agreed and told him that ur coming tmr
-you replinished and packed your duty bag and essentials as your gonna stay the night the next day
-you just hope for the best and nothing goes wrong
D-1:afternoon
-knock knock
-"hello,anyone home? y/n here,shinpachi requested me to come!"
-"just come in,the doors not locked" a male voice echoes inside
-"aitee,coming in"
-you changed to inner slippers and propped your bags near the table
-you sat on the blue couch facing the injured man lying down with jump covering his face
-"yo,i heard you got into an accident.. btw imma help change your dressing and care for you and the house for a bit...just bare with me aite"
-"gosh this shinpachi,told him i can care for myself but i guess i got my own personal nurse now huh haha" gin shrugged taking out the jump and sitting up
-you guys disscussed on the timings to eat,preferred food,shower timings and you familiarised yourself to the office so its easier to get things
-you told gin to stay out and you went into an empty room to put ur stuff
-you unpacked and arranged your sleeping tatami
-you decided to sweep and clean the office as its messy w strawberry milk cartons and rubbish
-and its squeaky clean
-You then cooked some lunch as gins mentioned that hes hungry
-"y/n ,arent you tired? go and rest after this...you did
alot.if not ill end up having to be your nurse" gin as he ate rice
-"nah im good,you know im restless right...im not the type to sit until i feel like im done.plus lets wash up and ill do up your dressing later"
-gin needed help with showering as he cant reach his back and he is worried of soaking his wounds
-he also joked that youre gonna be shy showering him but youve taken care of so many people that you dont feel a thing
-you reassured gin that your gonna cover his casts with plastic wrap and it wont get wet..you also gonna clean him darn well
-you cleared the dishes and helped walk him to the washroom
-you rolled up ur pants sonit wont get wet
-you took his clothes off and covered his cast with plastic
-"dayum you ripped son"
-"aye thanks but dont stare at my tittiess aight,im getting cold" gin laughed
-his body is just dayum...so different from the pts you took care of
-his skin so bright,his shoulder so wide luke worldwide handsome,his arms can choke,his pectoral muscles so big,his 6 pack abs be like the buns in the bakery,and you just try not to look at this birbu
-you can feel his body heat..he felt so warm
-you adjusted the temp and got gin to wash wherever he can and you assisted to wash his back
-"let me know if its too hot/cold ,im gonna scrub ur back now"
-you brushed his back up and down,left and right not leaving any dirt behind
-"y/n you breathing so hard,you okay? hahaha mustve been your 1st time seeing a body this toned" gin checked on you
-"haha yeah...but how you so ripped if you keep consuming sweets bruh"
-"of course theres a way how samurais do it *wink wink"
-you dried him up with a towel,wiping every inch of his body
-and helped him put on his green pyjamas
-"yay we done,now this bigg baby is fresh.you lie down,imma get my things"you said as you went out
-"is it gonna be painful y/n? i see the dr stitched me for one of the wounds and its quite big too"
"imma give you ur pain meds so it wont be painful,trust me ill do it with no pain"
-you washed your hands and prepped your wound dressing kit
-gin just stares and observes you in awe
-"okay gonna start now,just dont touch my hands or your wounds gonna be dirty and it wont heal well"
-gin broke the silence and tried to fill the atmosphere
-"y/n,idk if ive asked you but what made u be a nurse? coz u wanna marry a doctor or you like to inject people?" gin joked
-"ugh come on,really hahah...i wanna be a nurse coz i feel statisfaction when my patients are well and the feeling of being thanked is just out of this world...also the feeling of adrenaline is so good"
-"ah thats great,being a nurse is not easy too...i mean ive seen ur colleagues in the hopsital...man great respect for u guys...also i just have a soft spot for nurses"
-"yeah right" you rolled your eyes and you knew what he meant...
-you finished dressing his wound and stood up to throw the rubbish
-you came back and suddenly he pulled you by the arm
-he got closer and closer to your face
-you just blanked and wondered whats going on
-"y/n your really pretty,i wonder if you have a s/o? man its a waste if you didnt have one" gin smirked
- you flinched and just said you dont bother to have one coz of ur job and your scared to be in one
-you needing to take care of others but you feel bad for a s/o to take care of you and being to clingy
-you excused yourself to wash up and got him to rest
What’s your plan when you finish noble pining au? Is it going to be like a chapter a week situation? Are you even a no wips published person or is noble pining getting special treatment? Is it even going to be called noble pining or are you going to come up with a different title?👀
so genuinely anon, getting asks about noble pining makes my day SO bright it brings me joy unlike anything else <33 so thank you thank you thank you
What’s your plan when you finish noble pining au? Is it going to be like a chapter a week situation?
yes! currently the plan for when i finish writing noble pining is to try and post a chapter a week! which will take. a very long time lmao bc im currently at 18 chapters with at least a few more to go after the one im writing rn jskfbvkfb but yeah you'll definitely hear about it when i finish and start posting because the plan is to post a chap every week !!
Are you even a no wips published person or is noble pining getting special treatment?
i actually do try to finish wips before posting as a general rule- there are a couple exceptions ive posted as i've written, but more often than not when i post chaps on a wip before ive finished the whole thing i tend not to finish writing or posting it at all, which i don't love bc then i have unfinished wips hanging out on my ao3 </3 having the promise of getting to post my work and getting to share it and get feedback about it is a big motivator for me, so even when i know a wip is gonna be a multichap, i usually wait until the whole thing is done before posting
and especially with noble pining, because it's so long and involved, a large part of my process especially when i'm blocked is to go back and edit and read back through old chapters- updating and changing things that warrant it and getting inspo for later chapters, and i like having the freedom of being able to do that without having to worry about updating already posted chapters!
Is it even going to be called noble pining or are you going to come up with a different title?👀
the plan was always for "noble pining" to be a working title for the fic lmao, it was something i came up with ages ago when i was first talking about the idea with casey and got tired of typing out "the princess adaine guards fabian and gorgug fic" and came up with noble pining as a stopgap working title until i came up with something more formal lmao, and that's still the plan- i'm considering between a couple formal titles right now, but when i eventually do post it ill probably still call it noble pining as well as the actual title i decide on, because i recognize it'll probably be a little confusing to refer to it solely by another name when ive been blogging about it as noble pining for so long (honestly i never expected to get back so much interest and so many asks about noble pining! i always thought of it as my silly little niche passion project, and so to receive so much interest and excitement about it is truly so lovely and heartening to hear!)
anon again thank you so much for sending in this ask !!!!!!! it's so exciting and lovely and heartwarming to know that there is interest about noble pining out there from people other than y handful of friends i've bullied into letting me talk about it, and i'm thrilled to answer any asks or questions you guys have about it while i work on it !!!
Warnings : Jealous Friends, Fighting, Fluff, Cussing, Erik being Erik, use of the B word.
Authors Note : I sincerely apologize for the long wait I've had writers block for a long time that i was able to overcome to give you guys the story. I also want to thank @ceniorina for helping me through this writers block and also for the people that continue to read my story it’s greatly appreciated
Erik was waiting for Y/N inside the car. He agreed to go with her to meet her friends for brunch regardless if Jasmine is there he’ll suck it up for his girl.
“ Babe come on we're gonna be late” Erik says yelling from the car window.
“ Okay babe I'm coming” Y/N says fixing her sundress while locking his apartment door.
Erik then’s gets out of the car to open the passenger door for her. “ Damn babe you sure you want to go to the brunch we can stay here and have brunch ourselfs”. Erik says while grabbing her hand, spinning her around. Y/N noticed that look in eye and knew if she agreed they wasn't going nowhere.
“ Babe i already promised the girls we will come,” Y/N says, looking up at him trying to fight the temptation. Erik leans down and captures Y/N lips in a slow tender kiss.
Y/N felt herself get hot and bothered but she had to pull away before things got heavier. “ Babe come on please i promise you can have me all you want when we come back” Y/n says pulling away from the kiss.
“ Alright Bet lets go” Erik says while looking down at Y/N. Erik really couldn't believe he really got the girl of dreams and he wasn't letting her go.
----- 30 minutes later-----
Erik and Y/N pulled up to Roscoes and saw their friends plus Jasmine.
“ Heyyyy yall i see yall finally made it”. Mo’nique says wrapping Y/N in a hug and turning to give Erik a hug also.
“ Y'all come on they finally got out table”. Corey says walking towards the group.
Once they all got to the table they noticed how Erik is tending to Y/N more than normal they can't help but think something definitely happened. Mo’nique already had feelings that they went deeper than friendship and is happy for them they've had feelings for each other and neither acted on it.
Erik sat down after helping Y/N get situated, he noticed out the corner of his eye Jasmine glaring at them he chose not to say anything he’ll ignore it for NOW.
“ Soooooo is it something yall wanna tell us yall looking mighty cozy” Kareem says while wiggling his eyebrows.
Y/N and Erik looked at each other and smiled might as well tell them now since Kareem brought it up.
“ Well me and Y/N are together officially”. Erik says putting his arm around Y/N and giving her a kiss on her cheek causing Y/N to hide her head into his neck.
Everyone at the table erupted with cheers and I knew it’s and congrats. Y/N felt so happy she have friends that's happy for her and her relationship she couldn't help but noticed Jasmine Glaring and muttering something under her breathe.
“ What's wrong jasmine you okay” Y/N asks looking at Jasmine with full concern in her eyes.
Everybody at the table paused to look at what's about to happen. They could feel the tension roll off of Jasmine.
Jasmine looked up and just stared at Y/N before saying.
“ I just find it funny how all of sudden your with him” Jasmine says with attitude laced in her voice.
“ What's so funny about me being with Erik” Y/N says with full fire and confusion in her eyes. Everybody can feel how left this about to turn.
“ It's funny because you knew i like him and still went after him like the hoe you are”.Jasmine says slamming down her spoon.
Everybody got quiet and looked at Erik, Y/N and Mo’Nique. Y/N stood up and immediately the rest did too. “ Bitch I didn’t know shit we are just roommates you don't talk to me unless we are at home at the same time you barely know Erik because of me and the rumors that surround him” Y/n said so eerily calm while walking up to her.
Jasmine also stood up ready to fight Y/N if she had to. Y/N looked at her like she was crazy. “ Don't call me no bitch and you did know i told you in your face” Jasmine said getting in Y/N face.
“ Bitch you was talking about Kareem big head ass you don’t want Erik you want to fuck him bitch its a difference and if you didn’t notice he don’t like you don’t want shit to do with you”. Y/N says pushing Jasmine out her face. Jasmine took that chance to swing at Y/N but she missed. Y/N saw the punch coming and pivoted to the right and it hit Jasmine with two punches to the face making her fall.
Erik then ran up behind Y/N to hold her back from going after Jasmine again he knew she didn't stand a chance against Y/N. Y/N didn't like to fight but she would especially if she needed to defend herself.
Kareem was standing there looking shocked but disgusted at the same time Jasmine was known to get around and the campus is huge. Corey was holding Mo’Nique back so she wouldn't jump in the fight.
“ Nah bae she ain't worth it don't let her get you”. Erik says holding Y/N back whispering in her ear.
Y/N wasn’t tryna listen to anything Erik was saying. Y/N was pissed how dare this bitch come at her like this when she gave her nothing but kindness and then comes for her character. Y/N was seeing red.
“ Wassup now huh thought you were tough” Y/n yells then continues. “ If you also didn't notice he's always been mine you never stood a chance boo” now get up and fight since you wanna run that mouth run them hands.
Erik literally picked Y/N up and carried them outside so they wouldn't cause a bigger scene.
“ Babe calm the fuck down listen to me dont let that bitch get to you man focus baby” Erik says grabbing Y/N head so they can look eye to eye.
Mo’nique being the sneak that she is, was able to run up on Jasmine and start fighting with her. Kareem and Corey hurried and tried to pull them apart but they weren't letting go. Jasmine had a grip on Mo’Nique hair and Mo’nique was just punching her in the face.
Erik turned around, saw what was going on and was glad that jasmine was finally getting what she deserved but it was time to go before the cops got called.
“ Ayye yall come on lets go before the cops come” Erik yells while trying to get Y/N in the car.
Corey was finally able to pull Mo’Nique away from the fight and get her to the car.
“ Watch yall back bitches i got something for y'all” Jasmine yells walking away.
When Erik heard that it made a switch go off in his head he don't take threats lightly especially when it involve Y/N.
“ Yea Bitch try it if you want to ill fuck all yall up without remorse” Erik says with this evil look in his eye finally getting Y/N in car and turning around to look at Jasmine.
---- 1 Hour Later----
Erik pulls up to his California beach house he had for peace and to relax he then see’s Corey car pull up in the driveway behind him he wanted to take them all to this place to calm down.
Erik looked at Y/N and pulled her into a hug. He knew what had happened to her; he knew she was eating herself up on the inside.
Y/n immediately balled into tears she couldn't believe she let Jasmine get the best of her but she had to put her in her place. Y/N was so lost in her mind that's she didn't notice Erik carry her into the house.
“ Hey babe look at me please don't let this get to you okay you still the same Y/N everybody knows and loves baby”. Erik says while kissing her forehead he hates when she gets like this.
“ ……….. Thank you baby i really appreciate i'm good now promise” Y/N says kissing Erik on his lips.
Everybody moved to the living room and sat down on the couches. Erik grabbed the remote to turn on the tv and the game system. Y/N then gets up and tells Mo’Nique to follow her to the kitchen so they can decide what's gonna happen now
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Pairing: Fred x Fem!Slytherin!Reader
Summary: It’s always seemed like they’ve been dancing the line between friends and more, so why does he take a different girl to the ball?
Warnings: Some swearing, pining that one character is too much of a dummy to see, a bit of angst but it eventually becomes fluff I promise, jealousy but nothing toxic, underage drinking but it’s like one line.
Word Count: 5.8k
A/N: This is my first fanfiction in literally forever, so any feedback is always appreciated! Requests are open if you like this and want more! Also this got stupidly long fast, I can barely write book reviews on Goodreads without writing a novel so my bad, I’m sorry if you don’t like long fics. (Also cross-posted on AO3 as the tumblr tags don’t seem to be my friend right now.)
- Also, thank you so much to @lumosandnoxwriting for answering all my questions on how to get back into writing!
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It’s Wednesday afternoon, late enough for class to be over but too early for dinner and Y/N’s attempt at understanding anything in her potions textbook is broken by Alicia Spinnet talking to her. Despite the fact she hadn’t said a name, Y/N knows immediately who she was talking about and she shrugs in response, closing her book and accepting that studying was not on the table for the rest of the night now the ball has been mentioned.
“Probably not.” She deadpans. Y/N’s been trying not to get her hopes up that Fred would ask her to the Yule Ball since it was announced three days ago. Alicia’s already been asked by George- who immediately did a dramatic reenactment of some muggle proposal he’d seen in a movie as soon as Dumbledore announced it. But Fred had been more reluctant to ask anyone, despite people’s assumption that he could get anyone he pleased. Y/N only hoped this was because he was too shy of taking whatever they were from friends to lovers.
No one really understood how the outspoken and mischievous redhead became friends with the snarky Slytherin girl, but 6 years into their schooling people have stopped questioning it. They had formed an unexplainable bond the second they met on the train to Hogwarts when they were eleven years old that may have included both shouting at blood purists and now it seems to have evolved into something beyond just a friendship.
Lingering stares, soft touches, the fact neither of them had really dated anyone else because they were too caught up with each other. Everyone, including their friends, have all placed bets on how long it’ll take for the two of them to ‘fess up and finally get together.
“What makes you say that?” Alicia asks, genuinely. She’s heard first hand the teasing George and Lee give Fred over his feelings for Y/N in the Gryffindor common room when they think they’re alone so she finds it hard to believe he hasn’t even hinted at them going together yet.
Y/N shrugs. “I just think if he wanted to go with me, he’d ask me by now… Y’know?” Alicia can’t really deny her logic. Fred’s never been the one to shy away from being outspoken about anything really in the whole six years she’s known him, so even she can admit it’s weird that Fred hasn’t asked her.
“Maybe he just assumes you guys are going together?” Alicia starts, and before Y/N can argue back, she holds up a hand, “I’ll ask him after dinner tonight. I can guarantee Lee or George will join in and you’ll have your date by Transfiguration tomorrow!” Y/N shakes her head and laughs, and starts packing her things, mumbling about Alicia is a meddler and that she’ll see her later.
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Y/N’s walking to the Great Hall for dinner when it happens. Adrian Pucey, star quidditch chaser for the Slytherin team slinks up next to her and scares her enough to almost drop the books she has clutched in her hands. She’s never had a problem with Adrian- their parents are in similar friendship circles so she sees him at family friend events outside of school, but she’s never considered him a friend either, which is why his approach to her is so odd.
“Sorry about that,” he laughs, shoving his hands in his pockets as Y/N clutches her chest. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“No, no, it’s fine,” she starts, “You’re just very quiet. I’m used to being almost tackled to the ground when I see friends.” She laughs, but she doesn’t miss the awkward tension in the air and she can’t help but assume what’s coming next.
“I just wanted to ask if, uh, if you don’t have a date to the ball… If you’d like to go with me?”
Y/N gulps. She knows she shouldn’t be putting all her eggs in the Fred Weasley marked basket, but she can’t help but remember her conversation with Alicia only an hour ago.
‘You’ll have your date by Transfiguration tomorrow!’
Adrian senses her hesitation and lets out a breath that sounds like he’s almost laughing. “You’re waiting for one of Weasley twins to ask you, aren’t you? Fred, right?” She hates how easily he caught on.
“Adrian, I- Ugh, I’m sorry. But yeah… I am.” She feels her cheeks heat up in embarrassment at someone she’s not even friends with pointing it out. She can’t help but think maybe this is a sign though, that if everyone else is expecting it, why hasn’t he asked her yet?
“No, it’s all good. But the offers on the table if he’s too pussy to ask you out.” He gives a kind smile as he walks off to catch up with Marcus Flint who’s drilling Malfoy about quidditch plays.
She exhales slowly and finally makes it to the Great Hall. She scans the tables looking for her closest friend in Slytherin- Daphne Greengrass and once she finds her, she quickly makes her way over to her. Dinner is relatively uneventful since she’s sitting with her house, and George manages to catch her eye at one point and mouths ‘miss you’ to which she laughs and says she misses him back.
She’s about to get up and leave when the last thing she expects to happen, happens. She hears Ron exclaim loudly that Fred can’t make fun of him for not having a date because he doesn’t have one either. Y/N feels her heart start to race, knowing if anyone’s going to prove a point to Ron, it’ll be Fred Weasley. She doesn’t hear what Fred’s reply is but Harry and Ron both scoff, and one of them says ‘ask a girl out if it’s so easy then.’
Y/N’s about to approach the Gryffindor table when George’s eye catches her, and he shakes his head. Fred has already thrown a scrunched-up piece of paper at Angelina and her heart sinks.
“Angelina! Will you go to the ball with me?”
As Angelina laughs and says yes to Fred, it feels like the whole Great Hall is either watching their altercation or watching Y/N in pity. Her heart now feels like it’s in her throat, and she needs to get out of the room before she cries or yells at Fred. She pivots on her heel and is met face-to-face with Daphne, who nods in silent agreement that they’re going back to their dorm.
Y/N is halfway down the long tables with the door in her sights when she spots Adrian out of the peripheral of her eye. She can tell he’s looking at her in pity and in a weird way, she feels the need to show defiance against Fred Weasley. She needs to show she doesn’t need pity, especially right now, that she can get a date herself. So she stops in front of the Slytherin quidditch team and slightly smirks.
“That offer to the ball still on the table?”
-
Daphne spends the night taking Y/N’s mind off the Weasley family. They sit in their dorm together, once again trying to study for potions which eventually leads into ball talk yet again. Daphne can tell the idea of going to the ball with anyone who isn't Fred is unnerving for Y/N, but there’s no backing down now.
“That was kind of a badass move, y’know?” She starts, treading lightly as they eventually reach the elephant in the room, ‘Asking Adrian after what happened.”
It doesn’t feel badass to Y/N. She feels like she’s cheating on the redhead that owns her heart, but she knows that’s ridiculous. Fred clearly has no form of feelings for her and she’s decided to get over him.
“It’s nothing…” She starts and she sees Daphne’s eyebrows raise. They’ve been roommates every year since they started school together so they’re both aware this is a big lie. “I didn’t want to go alone. Everyone else had dates already and Adrian’s nice. Plus, he did ask me before…”
Daphne nods, not wanting to press further. “Have you got a dress yet?” It had said on their packing list for the school year to bring a dress or dress robes so everyone’s already well prepared. Y/N nods and walks towards the closet before pulling out a floor-length silver gown with lace detailing. She smiles shyly as Daphne gasps in awe.
“Eat your heart out, Fred Weasley!” For the first time all night, Y/N laughs. She knows she’s going to look stunning in the dress and while she has no ill resentment towards Angelina for agreeing to go with Fred, she can’t help but feel a little bit coy knowing Fred’s going to see her in it.
-
She’s sitting at her desk in Transfiguration the next day when he finally acknowledges her presence. She’s twiddling her quill in her fingers, dreading the moment the troublemaker waltzes into the class. His usual seat is the one next to her, while George and Lee sit in front of them but she can only hope Alicia takes the hint and sits with her before Fred does.
She doesn’t get her wish. She’s about two seconds away from dozing off when the seat screeches against the hardwood flooring below them and she looks to her left to see Fred smirking.
“Hi love,'' he starts, the nickname not feeling out of ordinary, “I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.” He says, and it’s true. He hadn’t seen her since class yesterday. He had looked for her before dinner to tell her about the prank he’d pulled on Filch with George while she was studying and he’d barely seen her during dinner.
Her heart starts to speed up at the nickname, and she forces down the bile she feels growing in her throat. “Yeah, I just ate dinner and went to bed yesterday. Been studying for potions. Sixth year is hard.” She’s trying to be short and sweet and maybe a little blunt but Fred doesn’t pick up on it. “Heard you asked Angelina to the ball too.” She’s hoping to whoever’s listening to her prayers that the jealousy isn’t evident in her voice and by the dopey smile that grows on Fred’s face, her prayers were answered.
“Yeah! Ron was being such a prat, telling me I couldn’t make fun of him for…” But she drowns his voice out. It might be a bitch move, but she really doesn’t need to hear the who, where, when and why he asked Angelina out. It’s clear to Y/N that Fred didn’t even notice her existence at dinner and that stings more than she’d like to admit.
She can barely concentrate during class. Fred has never really shown to care about any academic success, so he spends the entire period trying to entertain Y/N and get her to speak to him but she’s being stubborn and Fred can’t help but wonder what he did wrong. He starts to think maybe she’s just had a bad day, but when the bell rings and she storms off without even saying goodbye to him he’s dumbfounded.
“Trouble in paradise, brother?” George teases when he sees the frown adorned on Fred’s face.
“Have I done anything to upset Y/N?” He questions and he sees the way George and Lee both give each other a look. They know something he doesn’t and that leaves a feeling of uneasiness in his chest. Y/N and himself have always been closer than her and George and especially her and Lee. He was there for her when her parents were fighting constantly when she was 11 and when Marcus Flint started bullying her in 3rd year. He was even there when she cried to him last year about the guy she loved and how he was so stupidly blind to her feelings and while she didn’t give a name, Fred was dying to go punch whoever it was for not realising he had his best friend’s heart.
“If you have, it’s not up for us to tell you, mate.” Lee states and he hides behind George when he notices the scowl on Fred’s face. Lee knows better than to get between him and Y/N, but he isn’t wrong.
“Look, Alicia said she was fine when they left the library yesterday evening,” George starts, and he knows he shouldn’t be lying to his brother and best friend, but it’s not a huge lie, and maybe it’ll push his oblivious brother to realise what he did to upset his best friend, “She was at dinner last night when you asked Angie to the ball and then she went to her dorm with Daphne. Heard something about her saying yes to Adrian Pucey asking her to the ball…” While George made extra emphasis on the fact Y/N witnessed Fred asking Angelina to the ball, Fred’s eyes glaze over in rage when George mentions Adrian and he has a feeling his twin has got the wrong idea.
“I bet Adrian did something to her. Fuck him, honestly.” And before George and Lee can stop him, Fred’s stalking out of the classroom with Adrian Pucey in his sights.
-
Fred doesn’t find Adrian until later that afternoon, standing on the pitch and clad in his quidditch robes, yelling at someone who Fred assumes is Montague. He thinks now is probably a bad time to confront him, but he's blinded by the thought that he’s hurt Y/N.
“Pucey!” He shouts and when Adrian turns around, he chuckles and smirks at Fred. He was expected this later rather than sooner, specifically during dinner, but he guesses now will have to do.
“What?” He asks, but they both know why he’s here and he’s just enjoying riling Fred up.
“What did you do Y/N?” Adrian scoffs at this and shakes his head which confuses Fred. “What did I do to Y/N?” Fred stands his ground, chest puffed up. Adrian might be a fair bit shorter than Fred but Adrian hasn’t got anything to be scared of. Sure he’s seen Fred throw a punch or two and he’s definitely been on the receiving end of a bludger from the Weasley during a game, but he knows he isn’t the one that hurt Y/N here.
“I think you should be asking yourself that, mate. Y/N only agreed to going to the ball with me after you asked Angelina out right in front of her.” This causes Fred to look at Adrian in confusion and Adrian laughs at Fred again. He’s confused, why would asking Angelina out hurt Y/N?
It turns out he said that out loud, because two seconds later Adrian is responding to him, “Because she was expecting you to ask her, Weasley.”
Adrian doesn’t even wait for Fred’s reply before stalking off to the Slytherin change rooms and Fred’s left standing on the pitch, wondering why the ache in his chest is almost debilitating at the thought of hurting Y/N and questioning why he feels the need to throw up knowing she’s happily going with Adrian Pucey.
-
Fred’s next port of call is finding Y/N. After his talk with Adrian, he needs to find out why she expected him to ask her to the ball. He would’ve happily gone with her, but to Fred, she hadn’t even dropped a single hint at wanting to go with him and when she’s finally located, she’s in the library with Daphne.
“This is my exit cue,” Daphne mutters as she notices the redhead roaming around the library looking for Y/N. She doesn’t even have a moment to question Daphne before the seat in front of her is suddenly occupied by the last person she was hoping to see again.
“Why are you going with Pucey?” Is the first thing that leaves Fred’s mouth, and it wasn’t what Y/N was expecting. She splutters, only for a few seconds, before eventually replying.
“He asked me.”
Fred’s eyebrows furrow, but didn’t Pucey say she wanted to go with him? “A little birdie said you wanted to go with me. So, how come you’re going with him.”
Now Y/N scoffs and Fred can’t help but notice how many people are scoffing at him today just for asking questions and it’s getting annoying. “You didn’t ask me. He did. So, I said yes. Don’t understand why it’s such a big deal.” She’s intentionally being short, hopefully not spilling anything about her feelings for the boy in front of her.
“I didn’t know you wanted to go with me, Y/N. How was I supposed to know?” At this, Y/N goes from feeling hurt to angry and she can’t explain why her hands start to shake.
“How were you supposed to know?” She exclaims loudly which causes her to receive a rather nasty ‘sh’ from Madam Pince and a few O.W.L students surrounding her.
“Have you seen the way we act around each other Fred?” She’s now whisper yelling and the confused look on Fred’s face as she says this just aggravates her further and she’s convinced no one is this daft and he’s pushing her buttons on purpose. “Because everyone thinks we’re fucking dating already, Fred. You have to constantly be touching me, we’re always together, you call me darling and love and you kiss me on the forehead when I fucking bring you sugar quills from Hogsmeade because they’re your favourite and whenever you have spare money you always buy me Honeydukes chocolate because you said you like seeing me blush when you buy me things. You’re telling me now that we’re just friends?”
If the ache in Fred’s chest was almost debilitating on the quidditch pitch earlier, right now it feels like he’s about to go into cardiac arrest. Her cheeks are flushed, her fists are clenched, pieces of her hair are falling out of her bun that’s resting on top of her head and, worst of all, Fred’s noticed the tears of anger and frustration pooling in her eyes.
She sighs before continuing, trying to compose herself so he doesn’t see her crying over him, unaware he’s already noticed the tears threatening to fall. Her voice is sad and broken, and it feels like the ending point for her.
“I was just stupid enough to assume this year was the year we would finally admit we’re more than friends, Freddie. But I guess all this time it’s been one-sided. I hope you have a good time at the ball with Angelina.”
Fred grabs her wrist as she starts to pack up her things and looks at her, scanning her face for any form of emotion. “Let me go, Fred.” She looks at him with pleading eyes and he lets go of the grasp he has on her wrist.
Fred doesn’t try to stop her again as she hastily packs up her things and he sadly watches her leave the library without turning to look at him.
-
Y/N doesn’t care if it’s considered dramatic, but she lays in bed and cries for the rest of the day. While she hasn’t gone through a literal break-up, it feels like her friendship with Fred is over. At least, she’s decided, it’s over until she gets over her feelings for him.
Daphne tries everything in her power to comfort her. She rubs her back, plays with her hair and even puts on ABBA to try and get Y/N to dance just to cheer her up. Y/N feels horrible she’s basically conned Daphne into babysitting her breakdown but Daphne constantly reassures her it’s okay.
“Do you want me to go beat him up? I might be short and weak and he’s the size of a tree but I could take him.” Y/N sniffles a laugh at this, and smiles. She’s truly grateful for everything Daphne’s been doing for her and she makes a mental note to get her an extra special Christmas present next time she goes to Hogsmeade.
However, it turns out essentially ending the friendship with Fred ends her friendships with most of the Gryffindors. She was expecting this, but when George can’t even meet her eye in class her heart breaks into even smaller pieces. George has always been like a brother to her, someone she could tell anything too without worry of being judged. He was the first person she told when she realised she liked Fred and Y/N was the first person, besides Fred, that George told his feelings for Alicia for.
Y/N feels alone but she’s stubborn so she refuses to show it. She sits with Daphne in every class, essentially kicking poor Cassius Warrington who’s been pining after Daphne for 3 years into a different spot in class and she sometimes even sits with Adrian during lunch. It turns out they have a lot more in common than just the fact they’re in Slytherin and pure-bloods and Y/N’s pain in her chest is slowly but surely disappearing.
While her feelings for Fred still exist, her heart slowly feels like it’s being mended. It’s only when she spots Fred sulking during lunch one day that the ache returns. She was usually the one who he went too when feeling bad- him being too embarrassed to go to George. She hopes he’s okay, but she shakes the idea of approaching him, knowing he’s got Angelina to keep him company. The pang in her chest stays a little bit longer that day.
-
The Yule Ball arrives quicker than expected and Y/N and Daphne spend all day getting ready with a bunch of other Slytherin students. It’s nice, while they don’t all usually get along, the house loyalty between them is unmistakable.
Most of them are acutely aware of Y/N’s ‘Weasley Situation’ and while some of them give her pity looks, most of the younger girls have expressed their jealousy that she’s going with Adrian. This makes her laugh and shake her head and she often replies that boys aren’t all that and no boy is worth being jealous over. She feels like a wise mother almost, never wanting them to feel the way she’s felt the past few weeks.
Daphne and Y/N arrive at the Great Hall together, giggling about how bad Y/N is at walking in heels and placing bets on how quick they’re going to come off. While Daphne is counting her galleons in her purse to confirm the bet, Y/N catches a glimpse of Fred and Angelina. He looks so handsome, his dress robes a mixture of gold and black and she can’t help but think how well they’d go together. But when she looks at Angelina she feels like she’s going to pass out.
Angelina is stunning, and there’s no doubt about it. She’s in a floor-length dark purple gown that compliments her skin perfectly and Y/N thinks if Fred was going with anyone to the ball, she’s glad it’s Angelina.
Cassius and Adrian soon appear by the girls and take their arms into the Great Hall that’s been transformed to look like a winter wonderland. The roof tonight is bewitched to look like a winter, snowy day and Y/N can’t help but admire it. She’s grown up with magic her entire life, but she can’t help but constantly be amazed.
Adrian pulls a flask out of his dress robes jacket which makes Y/N snort and he smiles happily at her. Of course he snuck Firewhiskey into the Ball. The action reminds her of something Fred would do and she shakes her head, trying to get the boy out of her mind, tonight of all nights.
“You look beautiful tonight, by the way.” Adrian states as he takes a swig of the flask, and she feels her cheeks heat up. She can hear the sincerity in his voice. “You don’t scrub up so badly either, Pucey.”
“A dance, m’lady?” He jokingly bows to Y/N and she smiles while she takes his hand and he leads her to the dance floor. As Adrian twirls Y/N around the dance floor, albeit messily because neither of them paid attention in dance classes held by Snape of all people, she forgets about the redhead who’s stare is burning holes into the back of her head.
“You’re a shit date, y’know.” Angelina laughs and Fred’s broken out of his trance. “Shit, Angie, I’m so sorry.”
Angelina isn’t wrong. She’s a smart girl, and she’s well aware of Fred’s longing stares towards the Slytherin girl. “Did you know? That you wanted to go with her?” Angelina questions, out of sheer curiosity. Even she was shocked when Fred asked her, but she was too dumbfounded when he asked and with everyone watching at dinner, the pressure to say yes was immense but it was not worth all the pain and heartache she’s watched her two friends go through.
“At the time? No, definitely not. She’s…” He trails off as he tries to find the right words, “She’s always been there, y’know? I just assumed she’d be in my life forever and what we had was what we’d always be… It felt normal, like I didn’t feel the way I feel about her with you, or Katie or Alicia but it felt like that’s how you’re meant to feel about your girl best friend?”
He looks over at them again, and the gross feeling of jealousy rises in his throat. “But then she said yes to Pucey, and all I can think about is how no one should be holding her but me and that he'll walk her all the way back to her dorm tonight and probably kiss her and I feel like throwing up, and...” He pauses and looks at Angelina and the pity in her eyes is obvious. “And you don’t think about your best friend like this.”
Angelina watches in pity as Fred clearly drowns his sorrows in pumpkin juice and she drags him onto the dance floor. She’s not letting Fred have a bad night and she refuses to have one as well. Fred is one of her best friends, and even though she might not be the girl he wishes he was here with, she’s determined to cheer him up somehow.
Fred finally starts to have a good time when he spots George slyly leading Alicia out of the Great Hall and he loudly wolf whistles causing a red hue to form on both their cheeks and George to flip Fred the bird as they leave. Angelina spots Y/N grab her purse across the room while Fred’s distracted and she quietly leaves just after George and Alicia.
Alone.
“Y/N just left, Fred. Alone.” Fred’s confused why Angelina is telling him this when he looks over at Daphne and Adrian, who both look at him like ‘Go you fucking idiot’ and before he can even mutter a goodbye to his friends, he’s out the door almost as fast as George was.
-
He finds Y/N sitting on a bench in the courtyard. She’s looking up at the stars and Fred stars to recall last summer when she visited The Burrow. She spent all night trying to point out constellations to Fred and as he watches her mutter to herself, Fred wonders how he didn’t realise that they were in love this entire time.
He clears his throat, careful not to startle Y/N and when she turns Fred can see the hesitation in her face as she quickly goes to jump up and leave.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have stolen the prime make-out spot of the night.” She awkwardly laughs but then quickly realises Fred is alone. “Nevermind… Where’s Angelina?”
Fred shrugs, and sits down on the bench she was sitting on originally. Y/N stands awkwardly before sitting down next to him. As much as she hates to admit it, she’s missed being close to him. The warmth that radiates off him despite it being the middle of winter causes her to shuffle just that slightly bit closer to him and Fred can’t help but smile.
“You look beautiful tonight. I know Adrian probably told you already, at least I hope he did, but you deserve to know.” Fred could feel himself rambling and he doesn’t miss the blush that rises across Y/N’s neck and cheeks. It’s the exact same blush that appears whenever he buys her chocolates and his heart soars.
“Thanks Freddie,” the nickname feels foreign on her tongue, “you look pretty handsome yourself. I hope Angelina told you.” She retaliates and Fred hates it. He hates the awkwardness between them. He wants nothing more to wrap his arms around her and hold her close but they feel like strangers.
“Thanks,” he laughs and Y/N looks at him confused. “Did you have a good night?”
“Can we not have this awkward small talk? I’m sure Angelina’s waiting for you somewhere.” Fred’s taken aback by her abruptness and stares at her for a few seconds. “What?” She asks when she notices Fred looking at her like she has nine heads.
“Angelina’s not waiting for me. Is Adrian waiting for you?” He asks but he doesn’t want to know the answer. He’s gone through a rollercoaster of emotions these past few weeks and he truly doesn’t want to know if another man is waiting for her to sweep her off her feet and walk back to the Slytherin common room. But when she shakes her head, Fred lets out a breath he didn’t realise he was holding.
“I need to apologise.” He blurts out and Fred wants to smack himself in the head. This was not the romantic moment he had envisioned in his head as he followed her outside into the courtyard. “I need to apologise for a lot of things. Mostly, for not realising how ridiculously in love with you I am, and also for not asking you to the ball and for ruining our friend-”
“You didn’t ruin our friendship.” She cuts him off but she doesn’t know what else to say. “You didn’t. I did, if anything.” Fred has to stop himself from starting an argument on who ruined the friendship but he wants to backtrack. Did Y/N just ignore him confessing his love to her?
“Well, I’m still sorry for not realising how ridiculously in love with you I am?” He tries again sheepishly and Y/N gives him a double-take. She heard him the first time but she was convinced it was just her ears playing tricks on her or Fred being a menace. After all, this is Fred Weasley in front of her, he’s always looking for a joke and as she’s about to accuse him of pulling a sick, twisted prank on her, she looks at him properly.
And he’s looking as serious as he did the day he told her he plans to open a joke shop with George after they graduate.
“You’re in love with me?” She asks quietly and her heart is racing again. She thinks back to the day she accidentally confessed to Fred and how she’s spent the last few weeks trying to fall out of love with him just for him to admit he’s fallen in love with her. “Fred, if this is some sick and twisted joke I will never forgive you.”
Fred almost looks hurt at this, that she thinks he’s capable of something that cruel. So instead of speaking, he softly cups her face in both his hands and runs his thumbs across her cheekbones in a loving manner. He looks her directly in the eyes and Y/N doesn’t think she’s breathed in the last 30 seconds.
She’s been craving being this close to Fred for as long as she can remember. Their lingering touches were never this intimate and right now, she feels like she can look into Fred’s eyes and see into his core, his soul. And he can do the same to her.
“Can I kiss you?” He asks softly, and Y/N gasps before nodding, wanting nothing more than to feel his lips against hers.
As he leans in his eyes flutter close, as do her’s. Y/N hasn’t kissed a lot of people in her life, but nothing could ever compare to the way she feels right now. The love and adoration Fred is pouring into this kiss almost brings tears to her eyes and she can only hope he can feel the love and adoration she has for him back.
Their lips move in perfect synchrony, neither of them pushing each other too far, but when Y/N drags her fingers through Fred’s hair and he lets out a groan, she can’t help but pull away and giggle.
“I’ve missed hearing you laugh.” Fred’s arms are now wrapped around her middle and he’s leaning down to press his forehead against hers. Now he has her in his arms, he’s never letting her go.
“I’ve missed having you make me laugh, Freddie.” She says sincerely and it’s Fred’s turn to blush. He knows they need to eventually leave their little bubble of happiness they finally have but he doesn’t want too. But he knows they need to talk about what happened, about them, what they are and Fred so desperately hopes this means Y/N is his.
She senses Fred’s thinking and she looks up at him, doe-eyed and innocent and Fred’s heart melts.
“Stop overthinking.” She mutters, running her hand through his long hair again and Fred almost looks like a cat purring as he feels her fingernails rake across his scalp and he leans into her touch. “Can’t help it. Don’t want to lose you again.”
Her heart pounds, this is all she’s ever wanted to hear and now she wants to hear it every single day. So she tells him exactly that.
“I’m yours, Freddie. As long as you’re mine? If you don’t know what you want it’s okay, I promise we can take it slow-” Fred cuts her off, laughing as he kisses her again and he feels how warm Y/N’s cheeks are, as she blushes over Fred silencing her with a kiss. When he pulls back, her face is flush, her hair is falling out of her bun. It reminds Fred of that day in the library, except this time, the happiness in her face is unmistakably there, and finally he’s the cause of it.
“Of course, I’m yours, darling. I’m never letting you go.”
-
Late the next morning, when Y/N is trying her best to sneak out of the Gryffindor sixth year boys dormitory with a dark purple hickey adorning her neck, she spots three 4th years whose names she doesn’t even know, giving Ron Weasley five galleons.
Ron sees her, and smirks. “My bet was at the ball. Thanks, Y/N, you and Freddie boy have made me a very rich man.”
Summary: After her latest failed relationship, Y/n begins to worry that her chance at a happily ever after is passing her by. Wanting to take things into her own hands, she decides on using a sperm donor to start her family. Only thing is, she has set her sight on her best friend, Dean Winchester, as the father.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 1K+
Warnings: Language, slight anxiety, references to pornography
Author’s Note: Here she is, my next series! This was a stupid idea encouraged by @winchest09 This story is planned to be short and sweet. It is much lighter than my usual MO. I would love to know what y’all think of this one as I can’t say I’m not nervous. Feedback is crack my fellow humans, xoxo Alex
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It was the third time his verdant eyes scanned over the paragraph etched into the glossy paper of the magazine he gripped tight in his hands. Still, his brain was failing to process the message the words were meant to convey. Something about why people shouldn’t paint their bedrooms warm colors, he couldn’t be sure at this point, but he made a note to ask his best friend about it later.
“Mr. Winchester?” The sound of his name snapped Dean from his fourth failed attempt at reading the article he had haphazardly flipped to when he had first sat in the lobby.
“Mmm?” He looked up to the source, seeing a smiling middle-aged woman standing in the entrance to the back of the clinic.
“We are ready for you now,” she relayed patiently, her warm grin never faltering.
“Oh, right,” Dean chuckled awkwardly, tossing the magazine back onto the side table before rising to follow after the woman. He stayed half a step behind her as she led him down a short hallway, taking note of the various baby-related items on her ill-fitting scrubs.
The nurse stopped at the end of the hall and pushed open the wooden door, allowing Dean to pass her and enter the small room. It was seemingly no different from any other patient room in a doctor’s office. The walls were a cold and sterile shade of white that matched the tile floor and cabinetry. The only noticeable differences were the lack of an exam bed and the addition of a roll-away television that reminded Dean of the same ones his numerous teachers would use on movie day in elementary school.
“It’s a fairly simple process,” the nurse started when the door shut behind the pair. She moved over to the cabinet and pulled out a small sample cup, tagging it with a patient sticker from the file she had carried into the room with her. “All we need is your sample in the cup. When you are done, leave it on the warmer here, and then we will schedule you for the follow-up testing.”
“Right,” Dean husked out as his tongue pulled back his plush lower lip and caught it between his teeth. He shuffled from foot to foot as the nurse continued to smile.
“You okay? You look a tad flush?” “
Sure, I’m kosher,” he answered, though the hitch of his voice contradicted the words he uttered.
“It’s okay to feel awkward. Some guys get weirded out, knowing that everyone out there knows what you are doing in here,” she noted, a smidge of amusement slipping past the sympathetic facade she was trying to uphold.
“Thanks for that,’ Dean huffed out, feeling the breath of his words allowing his shoulders the slump just enough for him to notice he had been unconsciously tense.
“You know what to do.” The nurse tossed him a wink, causing the man to breathe out a forced laugh.
“You’re kidding, right?”
“We have magazines and videos if you need them,” she set the cup down on the table with the lid placed next to it. “Please just holler if you need something.”
Dean watched as she slowly closed the door behind her, letting out a sigh as it clicked closed and rushing to engage the lock. He let his weight slump against the cherry oak, the cool wood feeling refreshing against his flush skin.
“What the fuck am I doing?” he muttered to himself, eyes squeezed shut as he tried to will away the thumping behind his ribcage. Every warning uttered to him from friends and family was racing through his brain, screaming at him to run from the clinic and never look back.
Each one had its merit, but there was something else, something far louder in the back of his head that was telling him to stay. Dean had never thought of himself as father material, he had too many unprocessed traumas resulting from his own to scare him off of the deal altogether. Somehow though, when she had asked him, it all seemed to click inside his brain. If there was ever a time or a person with whom to bring a child into this world, it was now and she was Y/n.
His best friend. The woman he talks to round the clock, who laughs at his lame jokes and understands his John Wayne references because he’s forced her to watch the actor’s movies dozens of times with him. She’s the person that was there for him when his mother got sick and the only one able to steal a smile from him after her passing.
It all made sense, he wanted to do this for his best friend because this is what she wanted. And yet, he knew this meant they would cross a line in their friendship that wasn’t meant to be crossed. Linking themselves together by another human being; another soul. No matter what stipulations or custody agreements Sam threw in their contract, it all could turn out so… messy.
“I can’t,” Dean mumbled to himself, pushing himself from the doorframe and unlatching the lock, dead set on telling Y/n that he just couldn’t do it anymore. He would tell her whatever she needed to hear if it meant their friendship went back to the way things were before that asshole broke her final hope of ever finding her happily ever after.
The handle turned under his sweaty palm when a small vibration in his pocket alerted him to an incoming message. Dean backtracked, releasing his hold on the handle, and pulled his cell from his jeans. There were two messages from Y/n, her name in his notifications making him crack a grin that pulled on one corner of his lips.
Y/n: bustyasianbeauties.com
Y/n: Ya know, just in case ;)
The Winchester brother snorted out a laugh, shaking his head at her antics. It was as if she knew the turmoil wracking his consciousness at the moment and, in classic Y/n fashion, used her perfect comedic timing to lighten the nerves fraying his heart.
Dean stowed the phone back in his jeans before engaging the lock on the door once again.
