Alma came up to her room later that night and found you laying on her bed. You heard her enter the room but didn't bother looking up to see who it was, you already knew. You felt the mattress sink beside you. "Are you alright?" You didn't bother responding. She poked you in the side, making you arch away from her and give her a glare. "Just making sure you were alive."
"Sure. Is Horace okay?"
She sighed and laid back on the bed beside you. "He had a nightmare. He was worried it was going to happen as it was more realistic than other dreams. But I got him to show it to me. Everything will be fine." You weren't sure if she was being truthful or just didn't want to worry you. But honestly at the moment you didn't care.
"Tell me if anything happens." You closed your eyes, too tired to bother keeping them open. Alma shifted in the bed beside you. And soon you were poked in the side again. "Alma!" You yelled and then fell out of the bed with an incoherent scream. And it was probably best that no one could understand your words which were originally meant to be a string of just about every curse you know.
"Y/n?" Alma peeked her head over the side of the bed to look at you. You had landed on your stomach, the side of your face was pressed against the cold wooden floor and your eyes had closed again. "You okay, love?" You groaned so she didn't think you were dead but made no move to get up again. "Stand up." You didn't move. "Y/n." Her tone had gone stiff and when you opened your eyes you found her glaring at you, much like how she did when the children did something wrong.
Typically when someone glares at you, you just glare back. But Alma was scary and you were tired. So you stood and went to fall on the bed, your legs hung off but you couldn't care less. She ended up grabbing hold of your legs and moving you fully onto the bed. She put a pillow under your head and pulled the comforter over you. The room was silent for a long moment, except for the sound of shuffling around the room and bare feet hitting the floor.
Alma walked back over to your side and pressed a kiss to your forehead, assuming you were already asleep, and whispering. "Goodnight, my love." You smiled to yourself as you heard her leave the room.
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"IT'S TIME TO WAKE UP!" The sound of Enoch screaming pulled you out of your peaceful sleep. "Hit it!" As soon as he spoke you heard a shit ton of horrible sounds at once. Millard dragged a fork against a plate, a sound that made you cringe. Emma was dragging nails against a calk bored, you had no clue where she got either of those things. Olive was banging pots together. Hugh held an electric drill, which he must have gone to the present for. Claire was fake crying as best as she could. And Fiona was locked in a constant high pitched scream. Horace and the twins stood to the side, holding their hands to their ears.
"I'M FUCKING UP!" You screamed over all the noise and fell out of bed for the second time today. Everyone stopped and the room went deathly silent as you slowly stood, holding your head in one hand. "Out. All of you." They didn't need to be told twice and fled the room for fear of what you'd do if they didn't.
You brushed your hair and smoothed out your clothes before heading downstairs. You couldn't only hope you looked decently presentable. You entered the kitchen where Alma seemed to be waiting for you. "Perfect timing, dinner will be ready in a few minutes." You said nothing but walked over to her and rested your head on her shoulder. "What's the matter?" She wrapped her arms around you and you didn't bother lifting your own.
"Your children are little shits." You muttered against her shoulder. "I've got a pounding headache now thanks to them." Shockingly enough this drew a laugh from her and she didn't even try to scold you for cursing. She kept one arm around your waist and led you to the bathroom to the medicine cabinet. She gave you something to help with the headache, and a short kiss after.
"Dinner time!" She yelled after exiting the bathroom. You could hear at least a dozen pairs of feet running through the house at once to get to the table before Alma could scold them for being late. You made your way to the table as well, just much slower.
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Much like Y/n, I have a horrible headache
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It Started As A Game
FanfictionA story in which Emma Bloom dares Alma LeFay Peregrine to play a game of gay chicken with Y/n L/n. She reluctantly agreed, not wanting to back down from a challenge. Special terms were made and now all that was left was to see how long it would take...
