Ok so this is my first one shot, like ever, so yea please give me feedback and don't be scared to be like 'boi you need to get yo life together wtf is this' because honestly, I feel the same way a lot
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Silence. That was pretty unusual. And a little unsettling. You slowly put your book down on the nightstand next to your side of the bed, and let the blankets on your side fall to your lap and pool on your legs. You slowly looked around you, starting to get paranoid. Alfred wasn't next to you, like he usually is. Alfred can't keep his mouth shut for ten seconds, whether it be snoring or shouting, and it's been silent for almost twenty minutes now. It started to make you think back to that one horror movie that Alfred made you watch the other day, the one where he claimed that he wouldn't get scared so you ended up succumbing to him to get him to leave you alone. Bad idea. It's not like you could've mentioned your fear for anything supernatural, right ? It only would've amplified his hero obsession, and you got enough of that on a daily basis. It didn't help that you were in nearly the same position right now as the girl in the movie, when she decided to do that really cliche thing that all white girls in movies do and go check out what's going on, because someone was missing . You turned your body towards the side of the bed and quietly put your sock covered feet on the cold hardwood floor, then wrapped your blanket like a cloak around your shoulders, then padded to the closed door of your shared room, You started to think of what could be used as a weapon in case someone or something broke into the house. The bedroom? Nothing. Muffling someone with a thin blanket couldn't really be a defense. The master bathroom? Febreze . Nature's true weapon. You quietly opened the door, then checked the bathroom, just in case. You then opened the cabinet and and decided that Cinnamon Swirl would be the best scent. Anyone who messed with your man was gonna pay, and smell disgusting while getting dealt with. Seriously, why did you even own this? You held the blanket closed around your frame with one hand and held the bottle under the blanket with the other. After turning the bathroom light off and closing the door, you slowly snuck back to the door, while excruciatingly slowly turning the knob as to not make any noise. Success! You looked around you to make sure you were alone, then padded towards
the stairs. You came to an abrupt stop on the seventh step down as you heard heavy footsteps. Your heart nearly dropped. No (y/n), you had to be strong, after all, Al does like a good hero story. You continued your small journey down the steps, and heard more footsteps from the kitchen. You finger tightened on the nozzle of the can as you approached the kitchen doorway, trying to stay discrete, and hopefully you weren't "discrete" like commercials for pads claimed they were, they may be hardly noticeable but they were really loud. You peeked your head in the kitchen, and saw a big figure in all black. You may have been really tiny compared to this figure, but you weren't going down without a fight. Right as you were about to approach the figure, it opened the fridge. 'What is "it" doing?' you thought. You could hardly make it out with only the light from the fridge illuminating the room, but you squinted further and saw your tub of ice cream being pulled out of the freezer. YOUR tub of ice cream. Nobody touches that, even Alfred wasn't allowed. Anger overtook you and without thinking, you charged at the figure. Well apparently it heard you, and turned around just in time for you to see that all too familiar giant blond cowlick and those baby blue eyes widen. Too bad you were running at full speed, because you had already effectively tackled him to the ground and scared the living daylights, or fridgelights (haha) out of the both of you. "ALFRED ?!! WHY DID YOU SCARE ME LIKE THAT???!!!" You screamed from atop him. "Why did I scare YOU ?!! (Y/N) !! YOU TACKLED ME TO THE GROUND UNEXPECTEDLY AT ONE IN THE MORNING !!" You put a hand behind your neck and glanced towards the other side of the room, "Yea, I guess I did do that. But hey! How was I supposed to know that it wasn't some burglar (omg autocorrect changed it to burger) trying to get you?!" "Sorry about that..." He looked back up at you with his eyes widening, then squinted after realizing that you were basically straddling him. He put his arms around your shoulders and yanked you down into a surprisingly soft hug. "Don't scare me like that Alfie, I was almost a hero for once." "Well you could always be my he-" You pushed him away as you saw your ice cream tub of (f/f) on the floor across the kitchen, now melting after your little scene. "Alfred." "-and I think that we shoul-" "Alfred." "-because honestly you just-" "ALFRED F. JONES". He looked you in the eyes and cut off his little rant. "Yes, (y/n)?" You gave him a deathly sweet smile and said "What were you doing eating MY tub of ice cream?" He looked over at the now melted disappointment and back to you. "I, uh,,...... i lOVE YOU (Y/N) PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!" "Oh don't worry, I won't hurt you." You pushed yourself up and started walking towards the stairs as he quietly followed, as he already knew from previous experiences that things like this were never "fine". You turned around right when you got to the first step and proceeded to spray him down with the Febreze. He started shouting and coughing while trying to wave away the clouds of Cinnamon Swirl. Once you felt he had had enough, you pulled the can back under your blanket. Realization then hit you as Alfred stopped coughing and grinned maniacally. "Aw (y/n), for being such an effective hero I think you deserve a big hug!"
You took off in a full sprint towards the bedroom and right as you got to the door, he had already tackled you onto the bed in a massive hug. "Ugh how do I even put up with you?" You said as you looked him in the eye. "Aw c'mon, you know you love me." "You're right there ya big doof"
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How was it? Crappy, right ? It's one thirty in the morning i think, and i had literally no idea what this was gonna be, i just wrote down stuff as i went. oh well, see ya next time ya doofs !
