Woken up by Fred Weasley -A PLATONIC Fred Weasley x Reader One shot
This is going to be super short, basically Y/N is super close with Fred Weasley, but their relationship is like brother and sister. Just describes a typical Saturday morning with Fred. Also in this one, Y/N is a Gryffindor. I can write some more with different houses later on if you all would like! I just chose Gryffindor randomly. Also, Y/N is in her 5th year, the twins their 6th.
Warnings: Cursing, I think.
Y/N opened her bright E/C orbs.
IM JUST KIDDING. no orbs in this fic. or anywhere else on my Tumblr.
You tossed and turned in your bed as the noises from the common room became louder, waking you up slowly.
"what the fuck are they yelling about this early in the morning?" you muttered under your breath. It wasn't unusual for the common room to be loud, but you wanted to take advantage of the free time you had on the weekends to sleep in. You groggily turned around to your alarm clock, seeing that it was not, in fact, early.
'9:47 am' it read.
"Oh shit" you thought. You stayed absolutely still, dreading the fact that the twins may have booby trapped the floorboards under your bed, or that a carton of eggs would come crashing down on your head. It was a widely known fact in the Gryffindor Tower that if you woke up later than 8:30, you were more likely to succumb to the twin's pranks.
In all honesty, the twins tended to take it a bit easier on you with their pranks (only slightly, very slightly). Wether this was because of your close relationship with them, or because of that one time where they gave you a candy that was supposed to make you calm and relaxed (to seem believable when telling lies) and it ended up giving the exact opposite effects, which ended in you nearly drowning them both in the prefects bathroom. To make it long story short.
You then heard footsteps by your door. Taking note of the longer pauses between the steps, and the energetic yet heavy sound, you concluded them to be Fred's.
You closed your eyes, and buried your face in your pillow, to make it seem that you were asleep. And then you started praying that you wouldn't have to walk down to breakfast with singed hair, or rainbow colored eyebrows. That was a common occurrence if you weren't careful.
"Y/N? Are you alive? George bet that you'd died, and I bet him that you're still alive. Answer if your heart is still beating", Fred's voice called out from the other side.
"Y/N. Y/N." A pause. "Alright, we'll meet you at breakfast then!"
You smiled to yourself and started to take off the covers when you heard your door swing open with a bang, and saw a ginger flash of color bolt towards your bed.
'Oh god, this is how I'm going to die', you thought to yourself.
Soon after you felt a large mass slam down on your body, knocking the air out of you. You wheezed as the weight rolled off of you, taking your covers with it. You shivered, as the warmth was suddenly replaced by the cool air of the room. You'd been sleeping in a random T-Shirt and some sleeping pants, but to be honest, neither were quite warm.
You heard an 'oof' and the sound of a body hitting the floor, and you peered over the edge of your bed to find Fred Weasley tangled in your bed sheets, clearly struggling to get out of it.
You let yourself cackle, and sat down on the floor next to Fred.
"Morning, Y/L/N!", Fred exclaimed, his head poking out from under the sheets.
"Are you going to help me out of this, or just sit there?", he asked, raising an eyebrow.
You pretended to think as you said, "I'm not sure..."
"Aw come on, Y/N. I'm your best friend," he pouted.
"Oh, I don't know...maybe because YOU LITERALLY THREW ALL 300 POUNDS OF YOURSELF ONTO ME, AND KNOCKED THE AIR OUT OF ME!"
Fred laughed. "You're off by about 100 pounds cheesecake."
"Don't call me that."
"Why, do you not LOVE cheesecake??"
You cringed, remembering the time in your 2nd year when you were determined to beat Ron at an eating contest, and you puked the cheesecake desserts that you had to eat. It was horrible. Fred and George bullied you for MONTHS.
"Still don't. Besides, it sounds cringe. I hope you don't call your girlfriend that," you said.
"I don't even have a girlfriend," Fred said, tilting his head.
"I know, just reminding you," you said smiling as you got up to get your clothes.
After helping Fred out of the mess HE caused, you made him help you make your bed. It honestly would have been quicker if you had done it yourself, since Fred insisted on explaining everything he was doing step by step.
Eventually, you were able to make your way down to the common room.
"Aw shoot, I guess you won Fred," George said, looking up and waving at you. "I for sure though you had died, Y/N."
"Good morning to you too, George." you said, rolling your eyes playfully. "What did you guys even bet? I though you were broke."
"George can't eat any pumpkin pasties this morning, and that means more for me!" Fred replied, licking his lips in anticipation.
"Not if I eat all of them first!" you said, bolting for the door.
I hope you all enjoyed this! I think this is the first one-shot/fanfic that I've written on Tumblr. Let me know if you all would like to see some more in the future! I'm open to requests! (Except smut, Im sorry, but I cannot for the life of me read or write smut T-T. If you do, don't feel bad though! I'm just saying its just not for me. I mean, I dont mind writing some spicy make our sessions or anything like that, so that's totally doable!)