•°MPHFPC one shots°•

38 - ED

TW: slight mentions of eating disorder

Request from @mayawrites098

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Y/n was upstairs cleaning up the bedroom, not having much of anything else to do. She had already helped with the dishes from lunch and reorganizing the library, Alma downstairs currently working on dinner. Normally she helped her with making the meals, but recently had been making some excuses to get out of it, the smell of the food almost nauseating to her. Y/n knew she was a terrible liar though despite getting away with it the first few times. Now Alma was slowly catching on to the fact she would constantly leave right before meals, she was never present at the table and it was growing painfully obvious as to why. The woman scolded herself mentally when Alma questioned her the one day, her concern clear in her voice when she spoke. Of course she denied the accusations, sending her a sweet smile and assuring her that it was nothing. She just had a lot on her plate - no pun intended. Alma didn't quite believe her, but didn't question it more and let her go for the night. Now she was upstairs trying to find more things to do in case the ymbryne would go upstairs and ask her to join them. She didn't want her to know about any of it, the older woman was already stressed enough and this would only add to it.

Y/n was just about to neaten up the bed covers, halting when she heard a knock on the door.

"Y/n, may I come in?" It was Alma.

"It's your bedroom too." Y/n remarks with a weak smile, her stomach dropping as soon as the woman entered the room.

"I finished dinner, you should come downstairs and join us." She says softly, her hawk like gaze running across the younger woman.

"I will at some point, just let me finish making the bed."

"It wasn't a request." Alma states, her tone firm but her gaze was still gentle. "There's no need to anyways, we'll be heading to bed before too long."

"Alma, I'm alright, really." Y/n smiles, but it didn't quite reach her eyes and the ymbryne noticed it. She knew her too well.

"Y/n, please don't lie to me. You know better than to do so." Miss Peregrine says, her tone gentle but stern. Y/n didn't reply, glancing down at the bed for a moment, nervously messing with the collar of her button up. "Will you at least talk to me?"

"There's nothing to talk about, I'm perfectly fine." Y/n smiles brightly, despite the notice crack in her voice that only deepened the ymbrynes concern.

"It's alright if you aren't." Alma says quietly, her blue eyes softening as she gazed down at the woman. She went to rest her hand against her cheek when y/n suddenly pulled away, making a point for the woman to not notice how her eyes glazed over with unshed tears. She wasn't going to fall apart that easily.

"No, I'm alright, truly I am." Y/n says, composing herself and swallowing the lump in her throat, turning to send her a delicate smile but it only made Alma frown slightly in return. "I may retire early for the night, go ahead and join the others for dinner."

The older woman wanted to argue, but concluded that now wasn't the time. The children would be down stairs waiting for their ymbryne to join them and she knew y/n wasn't going to go down with her.

"Alright, I'll be up shortly." Alma replies, y/n growing a bit worried from the tone in her voice but shrugged it off, instead sitting down on the bed.

Her stomach wasn't quite agreeing with her, the lack of food wasn't helping either. She's kept it well hidden for the ymbryne to just now be finding out about her possible eating disorder, but y/n wanted to keep it secret. She didn't want to be monitored constantly, to make sure she's eating properly and not skipping meals or making herself sick. But it began getting difficult when she knew her lover was catching on, noticing even the subtle differences in her attitude. Y/n obviously wasn't present anytime there was a meal. She used to show up for breakfast and sometimes lunch, but now she never did, mostly staying in her and Alma's shared bedroom. Miss Peregrine noticed too that she hasn't be able to sit still, y/n always up and doing something, anything that takes her mind off the pain in her stomach that grew within her. Her energy seemed to have just left, too tired to even have much of a conversation with the older woman, but as soon as Alma would question her, y/n was quick to make her appearance brighter. That's what worried the ymbryne the most. She just wanted the woman to be able to talk to her, but it was hard when y/n kept pushing her away. Y/n felt some of her tears finally fall, some staining the fabric of her pants as they trailed down her cheeks. The knock on the door is what made her snap, standing up from the bed and harshly open the door, but her gaze softened when she seen it was the ravenette once more.