#that’s not my neighbour francis mosses x reader fanfiction

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Overprotective Francis meeting daughter reader's boyfriend lmao

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OVERPROTECTIVE! FRANCIS X DAUGHTER! READER ONE SHOT

It was 3:30 and Francis was outside your school. Despite your insistence, Francis never failed to show up at the exact same time every five days of the week to collect you from school. 

On this cloudy Thursday, he saw you walking out with your class, too uncomfortably close to a young boy. That's strange. He took a few steps closer...in time to see the boy kissing your cheek.

The world had seemed to slow down, it was a horror movie. Each fibre of his body tensed up, with his bottom lip shaking in despair. The boy and you quickly departed into different ways in the crowd as the gates opened. At the sparse edges, you had distinguishly approached him, adjusting the straps of your backpack.

"Mmm... hi dad.”

Hi dad? You were just going to greet him like you hadn't just done such a serious thing? The world came back to its normal speed,"Who was that boy?" Francis asked, his voice sounding less tired than usual,“(Y/N), who was that boy?”

"Oh, that boy I was walking with? He's just a friend.” you claimed, pointing the boy out in the crowd with your attention, standing with other male students.

A friend? He wasn't stupid,“You let a friend, a boy kiss you on the cheek?”

You sighed. He’s going to find out eventually, but the confession felt way too ordinary to your hopes of it being grand like a plot twist in a movie. Stupid slip up,“Okay, fine. He’s my boyfriend. Yes, boyfriend. I’m dating him.”

Your father’s eyes widened. There it was.

Boyfriend. Relationship. Dating. His little girl had gotten herself a boyfriend, someone who she might marry and live with.

He didn't know what hurt more- the revelation or that you had tried to hide it from him. Why? Don't you know what you’re doing is wrong?

“Boyfriend? You...You have a boyfriend?” he asked, his eyes still wide like saucers,“No, no, (Y/N), what did I say? You are much too young for boyfriends.”

“Yes yes, dad, I know, you've said, but romance isn’t going to stop because you forbid it.” your reply was offensively casual.

“Because you are simply not ready for it. Mmmm, being in a relationship will take up a lot of your time and focus when you should be prioritising school. Boyfriends are not a good thing to have now, darling.” you have no idea what love means.

“Dad, do we really need to have this conversation outside my school?” you asked, lowering your voice, hoping he would follow. It was embarrassing since it was your final year of middle school and it’s not hard to tell among his interactions and his presentation that this milkman was your dad,“I stick to all your other rules, can’t you just allow this one?”

“Mmm, no.” he groaned stubbornly, (making you groan internally), his hand clenching onto the cap of his hat out of frustration,”All my rules are there for your own good. Why, my dear? Why can’t you listen to your father?”

You anxiously fiddled with your button up,“Dad, have you considered that maybe it isn’t nineteen twenty-five anymore? Men are a lot more sweet and kind and-“

“Mmm it doesn’t matter what year it is, boys are nothing but bad news, (Y/N). Especially at your age." your father began, here we go again,"They are pathetically immature delinquents whose only interest is to cause trouble and hurt the girls around them. By leading them on, making them think they love them, only to badly hurt them in the end...” his voice remained a permanent murmur, grabbing onto your hand,“I’m not letting that happen to you, (Y/N). I don’t want to hear or see any more of that relationship, okay? I forbid it, it’s over.”

You whined, tugging him back,"Daaaad, you can’t just say all boys are cruel! Sure, some of them are idiots, but that doesn’t mean all of them are! You didn’t even meet him yet! Please meet him, he’ll change your mind!”

“I don't need to meet him to know that he doesn't care about you. It's over.” he repeated, now pulling you along as easily as a full basket of milk bottles.

“You can’t explain love! Besides, you can't just tell me to ditch things like these forever! How could I learn if you constantly shut down any social experience I get?” this is a very embarrassing thing to overhear.

Your father sighed,“I know, darling. I just don’t want you to get hurt. You know how alert I’ve always been, without this crisis of these impersonators happening.”

“Yeah, those bags say it all.” you remarked, your voice hopping back to begging,“Please, dad? We can invite him over to our home for you to meet him, just for this afternoon!"

The apartment. Letting this boy know where you live? Into your personal space, snooping around the privacy of home? That was a terrible idea. But, he'd have a lot more control there than in a public setting where you could get hurt a lot more easily, whether by this beast or anything else more beastly. And he was quite curious to see what was so immense to be fussing about,“...Fine. But I’m not letting you two out of my sight together.”

Your heart leaped.

You can't believe he actually agreed!,“Thanks dad!”

The meeting was way more awkward than you thought it would be. Francis wouldn't let Michael anywhere near the kitchen or any of the bedrooms. In fact, he had locked all the doors before he allowed Michael to come in, which was something he never did, since he preferred all the doors in the apartment to be open. Currently, you three were all seated in the living room, normally made cosy by the beige cushions and peach wallpaper and carpet, now tension in its place. Michael had been sitting in the armchair, up straight the entire time with your father’s gaze never leaving him. You were seated on the sofa by your father. This felt a lot more like an interrogation than a fun simple meeting.

"So, you know my daughter from school?" Francis asked the brunette boy sitting across him, swirling his tea. His hat was off, hanging by a hallway hook, revealing his dark brown lawn of hair.

Francis had you tell him about all kinds of people that were at your school, and picking you up every day helped verify that. Francis' resilient presence would always get estranging looks from all the other kids and their mothers, but he didn’t care.

Your safety was most important.

This stray dog of a boy you had brought in, so far, had a neat appearance and sensible manners, listening and accepting.

"Yes." the candidate nodded.

"Which school?"

That threw him off guard, as noted by the crack in his voice, but he quickly assumed it to be a trick question and answered,"Uh, Richardson High?”

Francis nodded. Good,"Mmm how are you in school?"

"I'm pretty good in school, I mean, I don't really pay attention a lot-" the milkman's gaze tightened just enough for Michael to redirect his words,"But uh, I do study a lot at home so my grades are good."

Michael took the moment Francis used, to enjoy a sip of his tea, to relax and gently breathe,"Mmm... And your teachers? Do you like them?” your dad asked, clumsily setting his cup down.

Michael confirms,"Yeah yeah, they're good teachers and I listen when they talk."

"How late do your parents let you stay out?"

He's so beautiful. Even when nervous, he's still so beautiful,"Until evening, unless it's uh winter, then it really depends who I'm with or where I am."

Francis squinted. He hate being lied to,"And who do you spend time with?" it went on for a while; your father making questions, your boyfriend answering, and your father moving onto the next, a wave of uncertainty of his impression lingering with his tired lack of smile. Until conveniently, Michael had asked to use the bathroom and left the living room.

Francis wasn't concerned that he would try any funny business. 

You asked him in a curiously excited manner, hands on your lap,“So dad, what do you think?”

Swirling some sugar in his tea, Francis coldly answered,“Nothing. I don’t believe anything that boy says. I don't care how honest he was, deep down, they are all the same danger.”

Your eager eye quickly died and irritation swam. What was his deal? Why was he always so quick to disapprove? At this rate, not even the top doctor would be good enough,“Dad, I know you’re worried about me, but I really do love him. He’s promised that as long as we are together, he’ll look after me and he will never make me cry-“

“Spare me, darling.” Francis cut off,“You’re not the first nor the last daughter that a boy makes empty promises to. I’m not going to take the risk and trust you with him when you can be safe all the time anyway. Boys like that are never good.” he stood up, with a yawn,“Mmmmm I don’t even trust you to cut all contact with him. So I’ll remind you that as your father, I have the right to pull you out of school whenever I like. If I hear that you are engaging with this boy in any way, that’s exactly what will happen.”

Your eyes widened. For doppelgängers, you understand. Pulling his kid out of school over one guy? Jeez, is your father dramatic or what?

He’s been like this for as long as you can remember. Never letting you get hurt, never letting you make choices with your life. Yet, that one part of you still survived to persuade you that maybe, he’s changed. Unfortunately, it seems this insane parental paranoia of his, cannot possibly not exist.

He recognised the shock on your face,“Mmm I know what I’m doing... How long have you known him for?”

The question had desiccated your romance like it was one big joke,“Uh... We started the same time of fifth grade together, so...four years?”

“Four years, mmm. And you think that’s enough for him to know how to keep you safe?” he asked rheotically, beginning to walk out, presumably to kick Michael out once he was finished in the bathroom,"Consider it over.”

You cried, leaping from your spot to grab your father's arm. You loved your boyfriend and felt it was all unfair,“Dad, please! Give him a chance! Don't do this!"

Francis paused, the bags under his eyes darkening,“This is the hard thing about being a parent. I’m not bending my decisions for your oblivion, (Y/N). You think you know what you’re doing, and it breaks my heart that you don’t understand. You can complain, but I won’t change my mind.”

You huffed, letting go to fold your arms,“I bet mom wouldn’t mind if I asked to live with her! She'd let me do what I want!”

His eyebrows crinkled. The woman who lived downstairs? Really? That wouldn't change anything,“Mmm... This tantrum over one guy? I’m just protecting you. You don’t know how harsh the world can be, darling. I’ll have a conversation with you about your behaviour today, when company is gone."

But it appeared no regurgitation was necessary as there was no Michael, his bag or shoes to be found in the hallway.

Forget a conversation. You’ve had enough.

Bonus:

It was the next day at school and it was break time. You were praying so hard last night that Michael would still love you despite your dad’s indirect rejection. And by a miracle, he did; you and him were on a playground bench, as far away from the gates as possible.

"Yeah... We got into an argument, and now I think he’s actually taking me out of school.” you explained, rocking your head back,“He can homeschool me for all I care, I'm not breaking up with you."

"We'll just have to find other ways to get around it." he replied matter-of-factly, gently patting your shoulder,"Sorry he didn't approve or that I left you like that. I didn’t mean to cause you more stress than you already had.”

Stress. You hate how perfectly the meaning fit. Meeting your partner’s parents was supposed to be fun. A little bit nerve wrecking, but it was supposed to represent a next stage of respect, for both sides,"No no, it's not your fault, Michael. It's just the whole idea of boys my father hates. He wouldn't have said yes regardless."

"Well, that makes me feel slightly better. I guess I'll just be more careful now."

You brought your head back to look at him, guilt in your eyes,"Isn't that such hard work? We can't even walk home together, and it's not fair on you to have to put up with my dad's crazy rules."

Michael shrugs,"I don’t mind, it actually gives me something to be creative for. I don’t want your dad to think he can scare me away.”

You faintly beamed,“You’re a bad influence.”

[write-tama]

"to live with the milkman."

╰┈➤ francis mosses (the milkman) x doorman!reader

sypnosis ; reader is worried because francis hasnt been seen in a week. they decide to pay francis' apartment a little visit..

containing! ; lois stilinksy, working as doorman, gender neutral pronouns, use of y/n, francis being a little sick and out of uniform, francis and reader eat mac n cheese tg :3

authors note ; this is lowkey a slowburn-- i didnt mean to write so much D: i started writing yesterday morning and just finished this morning LOL but ya its very just wholesome and soft ^^

4.12.24 | 2.7k words

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As a doorman, you realize a pattern of people would often come and go through the apartment. You know who goes to work in the morning and who comes home in the afternoon, and you know what days they typically go out and days where they don’t.

So, I'm not totally creepy when I say I've noticed a shift in Francis’ schedule, right? He’s not one to typically go out unless he has work in the morning— which is usually Tuesday through Friday, but lately, I haven’t seen him all week.

Nothing but the worst truly went through my mind. He could’ve been eaten by a doppel, or worse, was mistaken for a doppel and was exterminated on sight! These anxious feelings went through my head as I nervously clicked my pen. I glanced at today’s list again, as if magically waiting for his name and picture to show up on the piece of paper.

click, click, click.

Through the office window, I heard the subtle steps of heels clicking against the worn tiles. Sighing, I sat up straight and folded my hands in front of desk, forcing my anxious thoughts to the back of my head in order to continue doing my job. I looked up to meet the gaze of thick magenta bangs with eyes barely visible I sort of wonder how she even navigates through her surroundings.

“Good afternoon.” She greeted, her thick lips curling into a polite smile. I nod as I took her ID and entry request through the letter box, scanning through the documents for any misspellings or misinformation. As I carefully examined the print, I notice Lois’ lips pursing into a curious point.

“You looked troubled, sweetheart.” She noted. “Is everything alright? Besides work-stress that is.”

I sighed a little, placing her card down before looking through today’s list. I checked off Lois’ picture before turning to my request checklist. “Yeah, I just.. I don’t know. Have you heard from Francis recently?” I asked, not even masking the worried tone in my voice. Lois hummed a little, as if thinking about the last time she has even seen the man.

“The last time I saw him, he looked extremely tired. Like more tired than usual. I think he was just coming home from work? He was coughing and sniffling a lot.” She recalled. “Poor boy.. He must’ve been sick for a while.” Lois shook her head. With her words I felt like a pressure had been released from my chest. Oh, good, so there is a chance he’s alive, I thought to myself. I slid back her ID and smiled.

“Thank you for telling me. I’m sorry, I just get worried knowing that a neighbor could’ve been killed by a doppel or any force of nature of that matter.” I lightly chuckled. Lois smiled, taking her ID before looking at me.

“You should talk to him. I’m sure he could use the company right now.” Lois suggested, but through that grin I could see that teasing smile.

I sighed a little, a little grin starting to form on my face. “C’mon, Lois, that would be way too embarrassing!” I exclaimed, crossing my arms in my chair. Lois lightly giggled, raising a white glove to stiffle her laughs.

“Oh, it won’t hurt, honestly! You never know what could happen~” she said, all singy-songy. I rolled my eyes before pressing the unlock button.

“Yeah, yeah. The door’s right there.” I sarcastically replied, a big grin on my face.

“Just think about it!” She called out as she walked through the door. I shook my head in amusement, listening to the door click behind her. I locked the door and returned to my previous slouched position.

Maybe I should pay him a visit.

My shift ended around late evening. I packed my bag and slid on my cardigan before locking the door behind me and hiding the key in a place only the next doorman would be able to find it. As I walked towards the exit of the building, I thought about what Lois had said earlier about paying him a visit. I never even really attempted to go past the lobby area of the apartment building. I had no purpose to anyway. And plus, it would’ve been a lengthy process to even request a visitor’s pass due to the security. I looked over to the doorman’s office, realizing that as of now, no one is on duty. Would it be morally wrong to go against the rules of the literal job I worked in?

Maybe.

But maybe my curiosity and anxiety could take over just for this one moment.

I walked back to the doorman’s office and unlocked the door. I placed the key back in its original hiding place before entering. I made sure to lock the door behind me before taking a look around the room again. Behind the doorman’s seat, there’s a door that leads to the stairway of the apartment complex. Its main purpose was to serve as a fire escape just in case of an emergency. Eagerly and swiftly, I gently pushed the door open, making sure to not make much noise. Once I walked out, I was met with the smell of old concrete and a spiral of stairs. I sighed to myself, remembering that Francis does in fact live on the third floor.

The stairs felt endless as my shoes clicked on the hard concrete. Fortunately, I only had to take a break only two times. I was finally at the end of the stairs, my legs tired from the endless climbly. I pushed the door open and was greeted with a typical carpeted hallway with blinding yellow-white lights that nearly burned my eyes. I sighed before trailing through the doors, looking at each number plate in order to locate the right room.

“Room 02, room 02..” I hummed to myself, just like how I would while scanning through files. After turning a corner, I was finally able to locate Francis’ room. I raised my fist to knock at the door, but the soft, soothing sounds of piano muffled through the wood. I stopped in my tracks, feeling as if my knock would disturb the perfect flow of the keys as I’m sure its song filled the apartment with grace. I waited for the keys’ song to slow to an end, the melody slowly fading out of the air and a sigh following its silence. I couldn’t help but smile, and sure this gave me enough proof that Francis was in fact still alive, but.. Something about his skills on the piano made me even more intrigued by the man.

I gently knocked with my knuckles, but making sure I was firm enough for the knocks to even be heard. From inside, I heard a chair scrape against wooden floorboard before footsteps steadily approaching me. A couple locks were undone before the squeak of the door filled my ears. I looked up and there Francis was— his eyebags were relatively darker and he was still in sleep attire with a baggy set of pajama pants and a fitting white tee.

“Oh— uh, (y/n)—” he said a little shocked to see me. I smiled a little, tilting my head at him.

“You shouldn’t have opened your door so fast. I could’ve been a doppel, y’know?” I advised. I heard him suck air through his teeth as he realized his rookie mistake.

“Mmm.. I’m sorry..” He mumbled, making me raise an eyebrow.

“You don’t have to apologize to me.” I said, leaning against the doorframe. “I’ve been worried about you since I haven’t seen you in a while. I just.. Wanted to check if you were okay.”

Francis raised his eyebrows in surprise. It made me wonder if anyone else but me paid him a visit due to his absence. We lingered in silence for a minute. he stared down at me as I stared up at him.

“..May I be invited in?” I requested, breaking the silence. Francis blinked his eyes a little, as if he had been lost in thought previously.

“Mmm.. ID and entry request, please?” Francis teased, smiling a little. I scoffed, immediately catching on to his wittiness.

“Ha ha, very funny, Mr. Mosses.” I sarcastically replied, rolling my eyes. His grin grew wider, clearly amused by reaction. He stepped aside from the door, allowing me to enter. I walked in, bag still clutched to my side as I took a look around the apartment.

It was humble but quaint space. The ceiling lights were off and frankly looked like they were never used, however, his lamps illuminated a soft warm orange on his furniture. He had a small box TV and dull red couch with a small round coffee table planted in the middle. Huddled in a corner was his old piano he must've been playing earlier. Francis closed the door behind me, making sure to lock it as well. “Sorry, it’s a bit of a mess.” He apologized, quickly rushing to his couch where clothes scattered over the armrests. He went down a small hallway I assumed to be where his bathroom and bedroom was. I took off my shoes and placed my bag on the table that sat next to the door before sitting myself on the couch.

I sighed a little, almost drowning into the soft pillows. It almost made me question why he would be struggling with sleep if he has a couch as comfortable as this. I could see a bit of his kitchen from sitting on his couch. It was a decent size with counters on one side and the appliances on the other. It seemed like he had something on the stove cooking as well.

Francis walked in shortly after and took his seat on other end of the couch, keeping a distance between the two of us. I brought my knees to my chest while hugging his couch pillows. I looked at him for a bit, trying to figure out myself as to why he hasn’t been out recently. Not only was his dark circles were more apparent, his hair was a little longer and messier. He looked paler than usual as well. Francis turned to me, a curious look on his face.

“Is it apparent..?” Francis asked. I furrowed my eyebrows, a little confused on what he meant.

“Hm?” I hummed in response.

“That I’m coming down with something.” He chuckled slightly. I shrugged a little, leaning back on the couch cushions.

“I mean.. Your hair is messier.” I smiled, admiring the frizz on the top of his head. Francis quickly glanced up before running his fingers through his hair.

“It’s not that messy..” He sighed.

“Well, I wouldn’t know. You always got that milkman hat on the top of your head.” I laughed. I glanced over to the kitchen again, realizing that steam was coming through the glass lid. “I think you might want to get that.” I suggested, nodding my head towards the stove. He hummed a little before getting off of the couch and heading towards the kitchen. I watched as he reached the top of the cabinets, stretching up with ease. I couldn’t help but stare at his broad shoulders to his slim waist defined by his white shirt.

“Hey, I made mac n’ cheese if you’d like a bowl.” He offered, his voice immediately cutting through my daze.

“Oh— uh, yeah of course. I was about to get dinner after I got off my shift but here I am.” I chuckled. He nodded before grabbing another platter to make my own plate. I sat patiently on the couch before noticing the remote on the coffee table. “Hey, can I turn on the TV?” I asked.

“Hm?” Francis hummed from the kitchen. “Mmm.. Sure. I don’t mind.” He shrugged before turning back to his task.

Something about this felt so.. Safe.. And homely. I felt comfortable, despite me never even being in Francis’ apartment before. It felt familiar, and I couldn’t lie to myself and say that this is the most peace I’ve felt since the news of doppelgangers came out. I picked up the TV remote and flicked it on, browsing through the channels before find a movie we could idly have in the background.

Francis came out of the kitchen, holding two bowls with forks in each. This time, he took his seat much closer to me before placing my bowl on the coffee table. “Thank you.” I politely nodded. I took the bowl and started to eat. Honestly, to my surprise, the food was actually pretty good for a man who worked day and night. I was enjoying the comfortable silence between the two of us as we enjoyed our dinner together— something I barely saw myself seeing tonight.

“Hey.. (y/n)?” Francis mumbled quietly.

“Yeah, what’s up?” I replied, taking another scoop of the creamy mac n’ cheese to shove in my mouth.

“Why did you.. Come here?”

Something about that question made my heart skip a little. Why did I come here? I mean— I came here to make sure he was okay. That’s my job as doorman. To make sure all of the neighbors are safe and alive. But even when I heard him through the door, clearly shown to me that he is still breathing, I stuck around anyway.

Why did I come here?

“Well— I uh..” I trailed off a little, sort of lost to where I should even begin. “I was just worried about you. That is my job, no?” I said, clearing my throat. I kept my eyes on the screen, a little embarrassed to even face him.

“Mmm.. I don’t entirely believe that.” He hummed. “You could’ve called.”

Oh, fuck, yeah no— he’s right.

Ugh, Lois!

You set me up!

“That’s true..” I chuckled. “I guess you caught me.”

“Mmm..” He mumbled. He placed his now empty dinner on the table before folding his hands in his lap. “So..?”

I took a deep breath, feeling my heart beat fast inside my chest and a warmth creeping up my whole body. I placed my bowl onto the coffee table as well, and finally mustered the courage to look at him in his eyes.

“Francis..” I mumbled. He leaned in a little closer, as if he wanted to lean into my words and trusted them to embrace him.

“I.. I just.. I think I like you..” I trailed out. My head felt cloudy as a tingling sensation danced all over my skin, feeling like a little kid during recess confessing to her elementary school crush. “I've liked you.. Ever since we met. I never really said anything because I felt like you weren't necessarily interested in a relationship.. But Lois and Rafttellyn would always point out how you would look at me and I just—!”

A strong hand placed firmly on my cheek— so cold against my blushing face— pulled me in to meet those soft lips of his. I was completely silenced and wide eyed, but I knew what he was telling me. Everything in those pink lips told me that everything was going to be okay, and he liked me just as much..

I fluttered my eyes closed, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling myself closer to his chest. The TV buzzed in front of us, sputtering incoherent actors cracking jokes and delivering their lines. Our finished bowls of dinner were scattered on the table, but it was easy to tell the food was delicious for no piece of macaroni was left unnoticed. I pressed harder against his lips, letting the thought of breathing slip my mind.

If this is what it's like to live with him—

To spend our evenings chatting

Eating dinner on his couch

Watching TV while enjoying each other's presence

Then maybe I could get used to this.

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tagging ; @crybabies-heart @shypizzaperson @your-local-oc-maker @spearsillustration @mochi46106 @seraphlin @glxyaaandromeda (some ppl i tagged either bc they followed me on my old acc and just some ppl who interacted with my past content and just thought they would be interested in this fic :3

thank you so much for reading and reposts and likes are always so, so appreciated <3

[writa-anon]

"is that.. supposed to be me?"

francis mosses (the milkman) x artist!reader

a / n ~ boom! first fanfic :3 i was a little inspired by uh.. myself LOL when i started playing tnmn i realized i was horrible at memorizing faces so i started drawing the characters to help me remember and it works sooo much. but anyway, super cute oneshot where they first meet, hope u enjoy :D

content included ~ isaack mauss, francis mosses, reader is an artist and doorman, no pronouns mentioned for reader, use of (y/n), shy n wholesome first encounter

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“Another slow day at work, huh?”

A enthusiatic-ridden voice boomed, instinctively making me look up to meet the gaze of a strong-jawlined man. I cleared my throat and placed my pencil on the scratchy sheet of paper, sitting up in my chair.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Gauss.” I greeted, grinning that customer-service smile.

“Good afternoon, (y/n). I assume work is treating you well?” He said before sliding both his ID and request form through the letter hole. “Only your third day and you’re occupying yourself with side hobbies!” He exclaimed, squinting a little to see my doodle through the glass screen. I chuckled a little as I examined his ID.

“Eh, yeah..” I sighed. “But this actually helps with my job, believe it or not!” I said proudly, pulling out the floor 2 folder to compare his ID number. “I’ve been drawing neighbors in order to remember their features better. It’s especially helpful because of my terrible memory.” I said, shaking my head. Isaack simply chuckled as I placed the folder to the side as I went through his request form.

“That’s pretty smart.” He commented. “Who have you drawn so far?” He asked, curiously tilting his head. As I went through the checklist as I idly thought to myself.

“Umm..” I hummed. “The Schmitts and the Mikaelys are definitely in here.” I finished up the last check before rolling back to my sketchbook, using my finger to thumb through the pages.

“Unfortunate. I haven’t been drawn yet.” He faked pouted. I rolled my eyes before flipping one or two pages before presenting the portrait to him.

“I’m not necessarily finish. Your face is pretty hard to encapture.” I sighed, looking at the smears of led blended together. Isaack was something of a character: a big prominent smile that is not hard to catch a glimpse of in a room full of people. His hair perfectly styled each morning that still manages to maintain its shape by the end of the day. His voice had depth to it, almost like he was born to be the daily news reporter for radios and TVs of all kind. He stared at the drawing in satisfied awe before leaning back.

“Wow, it surely is accurate!” He beamed. I smiled proudly before placing my sketchbook down.

“Thank you,” I politely nodded. I slid his ID back through the letter box. “Everything seems to be good to go. You’re allowed in, Mr. Gauss.” He nodded in his head in gratitude, but however, did not my window just yet. He took a minute to ponder, as if contemplating his next move, before beaming his teeth once again.

“Ah, before I go,” he quickly inputed. “is there by chance Francis Mosses is on today’s list? He’s the local milkman around here.”

I raised my eyebrow a little, not exactly sure as to why Isaack chose to bring up this person’s name. I shook my head gently before folding my arms in front of me. “I’m sorry, Mr. Gauss, but I’m afraid I cannot disclose that information for you.”

“—Ah, of course.” Isaack quickly fixed himself, putting his hands up a little in defense. “I understand. I was just curious is all. I’m sure you know him though, no?” Thinking for a minute, I’ve realized that this is a neighbor I have not encountered yet.

“No, actually..” I pondered out loud. “Huh, that’s interesting. I guess he works a morning or night shift because the name doesn’t really ring a bell.” I noted out loud.

“Interesting.” He muttered. “Well, keep the name in mind. He’s a rather interesting person, and I think you would find him just as interesting.” Before I could say anything else, he gestured a quick wink before walking through the unlocked door. I quickly snapped out my thoughts before locking the door back up again.

Isaack never really mentioned other names— it wasn’t necessarily out of character, but it felt a little outlandish. I looked down to see my pencil in hand again and blank surface of paper. My eyes trailed over to the paper taped on to the wall next to my window, realizing that Frances was in fact on today’s check-in list. Out of curiousity, I located his room number before surfing through the folders. After locating folder 3 and apartment 02, I was able to find more about him.

He was a slim, tall man with a crooked nose and ruffled brown hair. His eye bags were prominent from what I assume to be lack of sleep. As I stared at his picture, my hand moved by itself across my sketchbook, forming a circle to start defining out the headshape. I squinted slightly, trying to feel for each detail in his face. From the way his eyebrows were rotated a little outward, defining more of his tired expression, to the bump in his nose bridge, making it a bit more interesting to draw. It was mesmerizing, almost wishing I could sit here and draw his face in perso—

tap, tap!

I nearly jumped out of my seat. The pencil flung out of my hand, rolling off of the desk. My eyes flickered up—

and there he was.

My breath near caught in my throat as I stared up in shock. The man behind the glass was barely shocked to see my reaction. His white “milkman” hat rested perfectly on top of his brown hair with small curls slightly peaking out. I was swift to regain my composure in my head as I folded my hands in front of me with my legs crossed under the desk.

“Good afternoon, sir.” I smiled. “I haven’t seen you before. ID and entry request?”

He let out a small hum, barricaded by his pink lips, as he took out his paper and ID. He politely slid them through the letter slot before I took the items to examine.

“Mr. Francis Mosses.. Lives on floor 03.. Room 02.. Coming from work as a milkman.” I glanced up to look at him, comparing the photo ID to his face. His expression was exactly alike: tired eyes, slight frown on the lips, crooked nose, and a clean shaven face. I double checked with his file already on my desk, making sure that the ID numbers and the description aligned with his ID. “Everything looks good.” I confirmed as I slid his ID back to him.

“Mmm.. Thank you.” He hummed. I turned around to place his request form in a folder, but once I sat back up, I realized he was still standing at the window, curiously staring through the glass. I raised my eyebrow a little, confused as to why he was still lingering.

“I’m sorry, did I forget something?” I asked. Francis shook his head before pointing down at my desk.

“Is that.. Supposed to be me?” He asked. A tiny bit of emotion seeped into his voice, dripping in interest and curiousity.

“I— oh—” I looked down to see the rough drawing of Francis sitting at my desk, drawn with sketch lines still lightly defining his features, while the harder drawn areas sculpted his prominent details. “Yeah..” I mumbled. “I-I’m sorry if it makes you uncomfortable!” I exclaimed. “It’s just a way to help me remember faces and I was going through the files and I realized I haven’t met you before so I—”

“You make me look so pretty.” He mumbled, almost breathlessly. A faint pink color brushed his cheeks as he was unable to take his gaze away from the paper.

“W-Well.. I do aim for accuracy.” I chuckled, complimenting the man right back. My nerves had calmed down after noticing his calm demeanor. “You could keep it, if you’d like that is.” I offered. It would be awkward if I kept the drawing rather than give it to him— I mean— this is his first time ever seeing me and it was an awkward first interaction right off the bat. It was the least I could do for him. Francis nodded his head and in response, I tore the piece of paper out of the scrapbook before sliding it through the letter slot.

“There you go.” I smiled.

“Thank you..” He replied, graciously taking the piece of paper and admiring it once again. “Oh— um,” He quickly looked up to me. “What is your name? I’m sorry, I’m not really good with.. Introductions.” He trailed off, but something about his shyness and reluctant voice made me grin even harder.

“My name is (y/n). I’m the doorman in training for this building.” I greeted.

“Ah, of course. I’m Francis— Mmm..Though you already know that.” He said, shaking his head a little by the end of his sentence.

“Well, it was nice meeting you, Francis. I’ll be seeing you around, I assume?” I said, sitting at the edge of my chair as I looked up at him.

“More often than before.” He smiled. It was the widest he’d grin throughout our whole conversation. Something inside me told me that he doesn’t pass around smiles like that easily. It made me feel accomplished in some sort of way. But with that, he departed from my window. I made sure to unlock the door and listen for the door closing behind him before locking it again.

Francis Mosses.

I think I have someone to look forward to on tomorrow’s entry list.

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⋆.˚ ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐃𝐆! 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐗 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬  𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞; Getting back into writing after being gone for so long!! Masterlist and other things regarding my blog are on my site.

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; Milking the milkman, even if its his doppelganger ;)

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠; p in v, unprotected sex, cursing, gore (?).

7.08.24| 𝟏𝟔𝟖 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

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Clothes that are stained with the blood of humans, discarded on the floor of your office. The hat that he wore not on his head, but yours. Rocking your hips back and forth as your on your tippy toes, ‘Francis’ had his arms wrapped around your waist. You were really milking the milkman right now, letting your sensitive nipples rub against his broad chest.

His member becoming coated with your cream, as your sex drools on his length. Fingers tangling  in his hair, as you felt your orgasms approach. Slowing the movements of your hips, just for him unwrap his arms around you and grab your hips. Claws digging ever so slightly into your flesh,

“I didn’t tell you to slow down did I, rabbit?” He growled slapping your ass, before using your hips as leverage while slamming you up and down on his cock. “F-fuck, Francis!!” You squeal, “Just a little longer rabbit,” words spoken through gritted teeth. Nipping at your shoulder, before picking up the pace.