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Hello, this is chapter 1 of my long Dead By Dating fic! If you enjoy this, please check out the full thing on a03! It's not finished, but honestly, it might never be, considering all the new things Dead by Daylight keeps adding!

You were walking away from that stupid Halloween party, heated in the memory that your the one you organised for everyone else, it was at your own house, so-called friends had uninvited you from the whole thing, loud music pumping and the flow of booze in a pretty little fishbowl, cranberry vodka went to their heads, deciding that you were a freak and not belonging in the group anymore.

Too weird to be seen with them, and then too boring to take anywhere, so that's why you found yourself taking the path in the woods to the place that often serves as an escape, stumbling on sparkly black wedge heels with a matching dress you had the confidence to wear even if it was way shorter than you ever wanted. Maybe for once wanted some attention from anyone else.

The misty night clouded in through the trees, wrapping around the foliage and taking sound away, the soft grey getting darker and void of emotion. The unexpected branch had you stumbling back so far that the sky came into view, it was artificially warm due to the drinks, and it felt nice enough to fall asleep, the slow creeping fog spilling over your defenceless body feeling comforting and yet Lovecraftian.

Just as the pleasant hum of static fades in, it rings loudly again, snapping your eyes open, choking on the cold air, jolting up as if shocked by lightning in a patch of muddied grass. completely disoriented with a splitting headache, the world spun, vision obscured by blurry patches before blinking it away, taking in deep breaths, the world coming back in focus, looking down at what was a nice outfit, covered in grass and dirt, which was disheartening, looking around as if to find a way back.

The area had an old Japanese house that you lay next to, which should have been the first indication that this wasn't your home town, as it isn't remotely close to anything like this. The building itself is destroyed, with wooden beams sticking out in all directions.

With effort, you stand like a baby deer, hands out, just in case you need to brace yourself, once you're full up and somewhat stable, putting one foot in front of the other.

It's still dark out, the sound of crows nothing unusual to you, but tensing up when a person-shaped figure appears.

They're in no rush to get to you after all, you've just stood there, Halloween brings some weird people out, and well, trying to decipher who could possibly be in the woods behind your house was the most importent thing until a hand reaches out, taking the front of your dress and with incredible strength lifting you off the ground, heels scrape uselessly kicking up dirt. Your hands grip the strong arm with as much strength as you could muster this second.

Red, heated cheeks come face to face with the white mask and black screaming features. Several pieces of floating black fabric brushed against your skin like they were feeling out the fresh meat. The mask tilted to the right before straightening quickly and focusing, the person's arm lunged forward.

Flesh and muscle like cotton candy as the used hunting knife digs in and is promptly removed. Gasping out in agony, starting to squirm in the iron grasp they had on you, whimpers slipped past your suddenly aware lips.

Yet the white mask turned sinister and heartlessly stabbed again in the same place before hoisting your body onto their shoulder with a low grunt muffled by cheap plastic. wiggling in his grip, screaming for help, your pleas echo off in the area, buildings only creak in response.

Only a few brief steps before the destination was reached, it had gone unnoticed before, but now painfully obvious as your throbbing body is tossed onto a rusted meat hook attached by rickety wood, bits of metal held together crudely, but enough to hold weight

Shrieking out a long, high-pitched scream to the sky before hanging your head limply, seeing a thick, pitch-black living mass at the foot of the hook, writhing in hunger. The metal dug into your shoulder and through just under the collar bone, tearing the muscles and spewing out blood. Gravity threatened to pull the whole limb off, as you hung like a lamb to the slaughter.

It felt almost eternal the building agony, but while blinded by the sudden and outstanding pain, the rushing footsteps and panting weren't in focus before hands wrapped around your hips politely.

He had blonde hair, and eyes gleamed on his hardened face that checked around the area. He wore a dark blue and black uniform with a vest that read "R.P.D." and a glint of a golden but worn-down badge on the arm. Is he a cop? He respectfully turned his face away so as not to look up the dress, or rather, more likely to check the area.

Pressing close, getting the best angle to lift you up and slide off the bloodied metal as efficiently as possible despite the barb that ripped had to rip flesh again to be freed. Sighing in weeping belief that it had stopped, if only just a moment before it all crashed down on wobbling knees that kissed the dirt quickly, your hands flash out to steady yourself, fingers digging into the earth.

The blond-haired man shushed your small cries with a hand over your face and carefully patched your shoulder up. not saying a word as you trembled, used to this cycle...

"W where am I? what's g going on-"

He sighed, using both hands to ready something out of sight, turning to try and see what's going on. You squeaked as a needle went through your skin. It didn't hurt as much as previously thought, or maybe the hurt that already coursed through there dulled the process.

"I'll make this quick, alright? fix generators, avoid the killer, then we can go and fix this properly"

He whispered, not harsh but worried and commending. The wound in your gut started to feel better now, but he didnt even try to touch that part. Why does it not feel like an issue anymore? The man scanned the dark area and stood up hurriedly.

You caught up somehow and whispered back, hurried and stuttering over the absurdity and yet crashing down reality.

"K-killer?! w what- I don't know h-how to"

Again, a hand was placed over your lips. He leaned in right next to your face and pointed in a direction carefully. a shiver invading your spine at this completely inappropriate moment, shutting up instantly, heat touching your cheeks.

"Go run to your right, the guy with glasses, theyll can teach you how to do gens"

The adrenaline rush made the heat instantly fade with cold sweating. Fear washed over once more, moving quickly as possible while in heels, to the person that potential cop had mentioned, the white shirt helping to see in this place.

Tapping them on the shoulder, the guy jumped, sucking in a breath and calmed down, hands out briefly, closing his eyes to regain control.

"W what the fuck is happening!?"

You whisper loudly at the poor dude, his hands raising up in an attempt to motion "calm down, please"

"Hey sh okay your new... okay come here ill explain"

Softly tugging you towards a secluded place, an imposing wall behind you, and faint screams seemed to emanate from that area.

The man crouches, showing the exposed wire and various valves in the open rusted panels. It all seemed random, but as he demonstrated, the pumps along the top of the generator gained speed and seemed to start working properly the tall light on the top getting brighter, the person now known as dwight, had expalined what he thought the place was, a purgoatory, death isnt an escape, the black mass at hooks is what they call "The Entity", a sort of god that makes these trials, 4 people and 1 killer or sometimes double that.

"-and well, sometimes like in your case, new people are brought here.... from what I've been told, when their vunrabale and alone... seems to be the highest factor"

He cleared his throat awkwardly, looking away while you nod along, taking in all the information, while also keeping focus on the skilled hands that fiddle with wires absent-mindedly progressing the machine a littel bit of mind wandering and suddenly you want those same hands over you, perplexed by it so much so that you've been so distracted the loose copper cable in your own grasp that makes something inside the generator explodes sharply a lot of noise staggering your senses but its strangly contined in the genarator almost intended to not actually damadge anything but itself.

"Oh shit!"

You yelp, jumping back, heart racing, stunned. It seemed as if this experience was bound to happen.

The nerdy-looking man stood up abruptly, gently touching your shoulder to snap you out of it and escape quickly.

"It's okay w we should probably head off-"

Dwight didnt finish his thought before the same masked killer was infront of him mid swing, he gasps in suprise and bolts after you when your instinct kicked in finally scrambling away, looking behind to see the him getting chased before the killer locks onto you, turning your head back to the front in perfect timing as you mear seconds from getting into a bush but dodging effectivly just in time to miss a swing.

On passing a small wooden structure with another gen inside, a girl appears from nowhere, a flashlight in her hand, but you keep running into the bigger building and right back out the other side, receding footsteps behind you signalling it's probably over, hanging behind a structure to catch your breath, hand over your chest to feel your own hammering heart.

Taking in several deep breaths, a scream echos from somewhere across what you just ran in, then another.... and another, the screams all too close to be real.

You don't know what it is that made you go back, maybe disbelief of what's actually real, and stalking back through the house to see two people on the floor, various degrees of grunting, looking around quickly before bravery overcame you, sliding to their sides, an immediate sinking feeling in your gut.

"Hey no no no im alright you need to go-"

Shaking hands rest on the back of the blonde talking to you, the rough texture of the police vest, feeling unnatural right now, wanting to repay him, but unsure on how to even help his injury, that the earlier feeling of being impulsive turns into paranoia, looking around.

As your eyes flick back to the other. The killer is right there, picking up Dwight, freehand swinging at you, falling backwards in abrupt agony, the knife making weak contact across your chest, although not doing anything else, deciding that you've had enough.

Panicked inhalation pulls your gaze over to the women from earlier her loud gasp as the black mass under her turns into claws that she fights off threatening to dig into her flesh, its almost playing with her, the decreasing stamina due to bleeding, more elongated limbs that streach from the back of the hook dig straight through her torso, a rush of wind passes over your horrified expression tracking every moment as she accesnds into the eye of storm above, similar but imanse appendages grab her limp body consuming and the loud clang of the metal hook dropping to the floor makes you jump back into action.

The missing body besides you is harrowing. When did the killer come back!?

That question is soon answered, more portal-type things open in the sky, indicating that the entity is pleased enough, taking three victims

It's just you now, it's only you in this realm, and repeatedly basic intuition comes back, fleeing from the scene, blood dripping a shoddy trail, diving to hide behind a stone statue.

strolling along following the teilling trail of blood and otherworldly hints, the killer reaches out, grabbing you before you can even start to struggle. The levitating fabric that trails behind them, reaching out, leaving small thin lines of others' blood on your skin, the leather gloves pull you forward with no words, and once more, it all registers to you.

The person almost looks bored and yet amused, pulling your frame close enough that you can peer into the fabric of the mask's eyes, seeing nothing in them. Attempting to kick them away was quickly cancelled

Keeping you pinned to the ground, the black fabric hovers over your waist, knees dig into the same mud clinging to your heels, but unexpectedly, instead of just killing you, the masked build surprisingly delicate with a vintage camera, the flash temporarily blinding.

Shifting down your build, the killer straddles your knees, one hand permanently keeping you down by the neck, replaying the start of the nightmare just on different terms. Without hesitation, the dress is pulled up. Revealing the embarrassing fact, there's nothing to cover you, desperate for attention at that party, but now a pleasant surprise for the sadistic freak above you.

Speaking is overall powerless as the fabric is dragged higher, no regard as the fabric rips and tears, showing the earlier wound and slice agaisnt your chest. free fingers dig into the wound, forcing a heaving sound from your lungs, pressing agaisnt the carrion

Throwing your head back eyes closing focusing on anything but the pain, just to look back at the man's undone pants, pressing the tip insistently to the wheeping injury in your side, it's a weird sensation, the salt of the pre cum stinging, demanding attention

A long heaving groan is let out behind the mask, head lulling forward, and a halt in thrusting against the ripped flesh, tightening around your neck in restraint, but the camera is flashing again, getting more angles on the misery of your face and the massacre on his cock.

The rest of the offending fabric is ripped off your breasts fall out with no support. The thick cold air peaking the nipples, pebbling instantly and hardening more so when a bloody hand grips one of the mounds, smearing a handprint over the flesh.

The constant flashing of the camera and ache in your body fade in and out, your body getting increasingly dirty with caked blood that isn't your own, the shining hunting knife slides against your inner thigh just shy of an artery, his fat cock head pressing in to lather up, a disgusting, sloppy lubrication that makes the killer impatient to sink back into your folds.

The red hue glistens as if showing off that made more clear with another snap of the camera before plunging into the tight warm channel.

"f fuck-!"

A loud curse in an unnatural rasp echos, despite all this gore, clenching around the thick cock that bullies its way inside you, more photos taken, they fall to the floor, forgotten to be picked up as he slams into you, rough hands use your hips as handlebars, aiding for their own gain

Your legs twitch around his jackhammering hips, and sooner than ever before, the threat of cumming is happening so fast. low grunts and your own confused whimpers ricochet through the empty terrain, before getting to the point, spasming around the killer. He pulls out quickly as if burned, unloading his thick load onto your dirty skin

The sticky white fluid mixing with the curdling blood is a nauseating sight, and as the panting between you both quiets down, the his of something metal opening beside you in the same dark, cold, whsiping trails of the black fog echoes from the hatch that appeared out of nowhere.

again, more flashing lights snap photos of your ruined, bloody cunt and a small chcukle left the masked man pocketing all the Polaroids.

He picks up your nude form and drops you into the bottomless hatch, your shriek fading down into it as darkness consumes you, healing all the cuts and somehow materialising clothes back onto you. There are faint murmurs of people coming from all angles, and upon opening your eyes, the warmth and light from the campfire settle in.

Okay, being so real, I got a little bored with this chapter, like the sex was not working for me this time, I swear they'll get better, but regardless, here's my AO3 version, where ill regularly be posting more chapters too

This is my first Fyodor fic, sorry if it's ooc, but yk I'm trying to get use to his character. The illness isn't really described, just a general fever, ig.

You should have seen this coming.

You know Fyodor has no regard for his body, only seeing it as a vessel.

But that never stops you from trying to help him.

He was so engrossed in his plan for Meursault that he barely left his desk or room. You would knock and leave food outside to avoid distracting him, but when you'd returned an hour later, he hadn’t touched it. Annoyed, but still reheat the meal, go in and insist that he eat at least half of it.

You're currently lying down in his workroom on my makeshift bed, wrapping a blanket around the cold of your body. As your eyes began to close and drift off to the sound of keys clicking, your startled back awake by Fyodor’s occasional sniffle. With a grumble and slowly getting up, carrying the blanket. You draped it over his slouched shoulders. He jumped in his seat and quickly covered something on his desk.

Turning to look up. You instantly noticed his nose was red and sore from wiping it. Perhaps it was the faint purple lights, but he appeared even paler than usual.

"You're cold."

"No, I'm fine-"

You walked off and laid back down, ignoring whatever protest he had against it, curling up into my own body to stay warm in this ridiculously cold room.

This had been going on for days, and he was only getting worse, working himself to the bone. It wasn't different from his usual lack of self-care, but this was more concerning than usual. His words were sluggish and slow, and even his typically fast-paced typing seemed to require more thought.

During lunch, you brought him some Earl Grey tea with lemon, hoping it would help if his throat was sore. Walking in with a simple sandwich and the tea, placing it on his desk while cleaning up the mess of tissues, plates, and coffee.

As you were tidying up, you saw that among the scribbles on the papers, your name was written there, partially hidden under his arm.

"Thank you, my dear. What's in this?"

His voice was raspy and broken, he had to clear his throat after not speaking for hours.

"Tea, it should help. no medication in it I swear, I don't plan to do that, ever. again."

He seemed so tired his eyebags were the same colour as the coffee that was long cold, he rubbed his eyes. as he only hummed remembering the last time he was sick, not like he was ill now, no, of course not. You went through usual rounds of self-care suggestions.

"Why don't you have a nap?"

"I don't have time."

"As always."

He looked positively exhausted. Suddenly, he was coughing and holding a hand over his mouth. gentlygetting frail back and noticed a slight shive and not running through him. With a frown, you left him alone again, planning to return later. He probably wouldn't accept help, perhaps out of stubbornness.

In the kitchen, making a simple cup of soup that you just add hot water to. Once the water boiled, you poured it into a mug and stirred in the packet of powder, hoping it would be enough for now.

Returning to the office, opening the door, and stepping into the room. Your eyes immediately fell on the sight of the sick man. He was no longer hunched over the desk. Instead, he lay curled up on the bed. Visible shivers ran through his body as he clutched the blanket, rubbing his face into a pillow to relieve another headache, a low groan escaping his throat.

"Fyodor, you look awful"

No comment, just let out an annoyed huff and shot a glare from beneath the fabric. You rolled your eyes and placed the cup of soup on the floor, the spoon making a slight clink against the porcelain. With an annoyed scoff, you turned to leave, raising hands in mock surrender.

"Fine, fine, I'll leave, whatever."

"N-no. Don't go, my angel..."

You freeze, stopping all teasing and movement. He only called you that when he truly felt vulnerable. His voice was raspy, as if he were dehydrated. Without hesitation, you moved to sit next to him, pulling back the soft fabric to reveal his pink-dusted face. His purple eyes were unfocused and half-lidded. biting your lip, holding back a curse and a blush. As my hand reached for his forehead, feeling the heat radiating from him without even touching his skin. He was clearly overheating.

"Fu- you have a fever, damn it. Fyodor, you stupid-. now, will you let me care for you?"

"Mh.. okay, angel..."

Pushing the red blush down and sighing, walking out. A small whine reached your ears. quickly headed to get a bottle of water, but was stopped when the Russian got out of bed to follow. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath before looking at him. He was slumped against the wall, his shaking hands barely supporting his little amount of weight. His eyes searched for yours just as the blanket slipped from his ghostly form.

"Alright. come on your getting in that bath"

You shifted closer to him, feeling the urgency of the moment, and leaned down. Left hand wrapped firmly around his thin waist, while your right hand gently supported his thigh. With a soft grunt and bend your knees and lift his delicate body off the ground. As you did, Fyodor’s malnourished hip pressed uncomfortably into your shoulder, a stark reminder of his weakened form. A small groan escaped his lips, dazed and muffled, before he began to mumble incoherently against your lower shoulder blade, his voice filled with confusion and weariness.

"You're too kind to me, I don't deserve you, my angel..."

"Okay, you're getting delusional now"

You tried to ignore the heat on your face as you carried the man with little effort. walking over to the door, nudging it open with a foot, stepping inside, and placing Fyodor down on the countertop next to the sink.

When you turned around, his hands moved from your back to your neck, which then slipped from their grip on you. A soft whine escaped his chapped lips at the loss of contact. You turned on the tap, waiting for the water to get hot, before putting the plug in the tub and adding some muscle relaxant soap that is only used occasionally. Small bubbles formed, and you felt a sense of satisfaction knowing that you could get the stubborn man into the water, where he wouldn't move for a while.

You brace yourself for the most daunting task, peeling him out of his slightly damp clothes. You grasp the fabric of his shirt and pull it over his head, getting very little resistance. A success but unusual. As the shirt slips away to the floor, you lock your gaze with clouded purple, searching for a response. Instead of words, he offers a soft hum, and his head lolls against my shoulder, the weight of him causing you to stumble slightly.

The warmth of his skin increased worry as it rested there. Taking a pause before reaching down, glancing away at the bit, might have married the man, but now is not the time. And as a devoted Christian, you must not lust in your heart. But just one peek?..... Jesus Christ! Nope, no, no. He is clearly not well, don’t even think about it.

You used a foot to feel around the floor and push down to remove the fabric from his ankles. You didn’t want to look at his grabbable waist and his pale, easily marked skin. Your face flushed deep red, but you could blame it on the steam from the bath.

After some blind stumbling, finally you helped the stubborn, anaemic into the hot water. He grumbled about me being an angel once again, but you quickly brushed that comment aside.

"I'm getting you some water"

"Okay, angel"

Fyodor leaned back in the bath, his head resting against the tile wall. You covered my face with a hand, trying to block out a dirty image from your mind. Swiftly walked away to grab a bottle of water. On your way back, you just about remembered that he was hiding something.

You snuck into the office, scanning the cluttered desk for the paper you had spotted earlier with your name on it. When you finally located it, you were taken aback by the sight of a large, crumpled piece of paper, its edges tattered from countless folds. As you carefully unfolded it, it became increasingly clear that he was trying to find the best way to keep you hidden from his enemies while also ensuring the plan went smoothly.

A soft smile spread across your face. He doesn't often show much affection outwardly, so this was heart-melting how much he wanted to keep you safe. Refolding the paper before returning to the bathroom to sort out the love of your life, pretending to not melt over the reason he's so run down

I hope that was okay. This is technically my second fyodor fic, but I'm redoing the first posted one since i hated it. I don't really know how to accurately write him (his expressions and emotions fw my tisum wrongly)

MDNI, please.

I've not been feeling too good, and I guess this is partly a vent fic. This is based on real feelings and real events, sadly. (Although I have amplified the yandere aspects because it just flowed better, so don't assume this all actually happened)

look at the warnings for own saftey

If you are struggling, there are plenty of websites and hotlines to help, even if your family is unavailable to you

warnings: TW! mentions of SH and SA, depression, body dysmorphia, choking, force feeding, delusional cnc -no consent at all, mentions of starving/anorexia, hypersexuality (Dazai), stalking, making it worse, unhealthy relationships, personality switching, shitty ex, mentions of genderfluid feelings.

words; 5.2k

look hear me out- (among the 16ish other fics of this on ao3)

warnings; striping, cnc technically, groping, blood eating, Russian roulette (obviously), fingering, mentioned death, mmm gambling addiction? some degrading names, only letting you live for its enjoyment

word count: 3,739

The loud rave music echoed through the walls you've been here before. never quite winning and bearly left with enough charge to be "revived" 

you've done this too many times, so many rounds, gunpowder in each sense at every hit to your jaw or forehead, terrible migraines. 

But you were also led back one way or another. Drunkenly stumbling in, going out with friends, even family was talking about the noise of the massive abandoned warehouse full of teens and adults alike to party and rave. The usual circle of drugs, alcohol, sex, and worse of all was the dealer and his sick game. hidden upstairs away from the main attractions. If only they knew… Every night, you wound up here, you gambled, and each time you died and were left just breathing enough to live. it made it harder to get your life back from one stupid mistake. if only you told someone and they'd just helped enough to get you out but you didn't, and your back once again. facial features getting more and more tired each night.

Making your way up to the bathroom. Passing by someone on the floor, use to this cycle.

Kicking the door open and quickly walking across the metal catwalk, the person standing there didn't even turn to look at you. Their face backed out in your focused gaze. thinking about it the only thing that wasn't fazed out in your mind was this very room.

The dealers place was different. You gently opened the door.

The dark room reeked of rust, alcohol and blood. Dangling wires loomed above your head, and the brick walls faded from view as if you were wearing horse blinders. The table had a worn-down green surface similar to a pool table, with white lines marking the boundaries of various items and the bullet casings. The stage lights against the wall are never turned on, and there's blinking, nonsensical lights from the pointless machinery around you.

It seemed a deal had been cleaned up, as shown by the items still sitting on the table. Floating hands removed them in the blink of an eye along with most of the empty shells.

Just as you sat down, the same pale hands slammed onto the table. The figure hovering there seemed to pull itself forward without a visible body.

His teeth were surprisingly intact as if he had already healed from the previous endeavor. His empty eye sockets bore into you. A hand reached over, holding an empty contract placed before you. Their gravelly voice echoed, mingling with the music that seemed to rebound through your hollow soul.

"back for more masochist?"

you automatically sign the waiver without thinking or looking at it too use to the routine. You pipe up, not expecting that personal jab or even a conversation.

"Maso- you can't say that!"

the dealer chuckled at your shocked face. the sound was low and rumbled slightly.

"That's irrelevant. how about we spice this up, adrenaline junkie?"

you suspiciously nod like this thing needed consent from you, keeping a small frown on your lips and arms slightly crossed.

"Every time you get shot… you take something off."

"What-!? I can't do that! a and you also can't suggest that to anyone- w-what if I was like a teenager you'd be a paedophile!"

You stumbled over your words, hands flailing about trying to find the words while reeling in this new game rule. Face unwillingly lighting up.

"your my first offer for this new game and I'm aware you are well old enough for this"

"creep. but I wouldn't agree to that anyway?"

another chuckle, but it seemed more sadistic than the other, more genuine in a way.

"Hehe, well, you signed that new contract without giving it so much as a second glance, but I was generous… You could leave and never come back... Although that is so unlike you, sore loser~"

He seemed to smirk, but it was hard to tell from the indescribable image before you

A rapid heartbeat drums in your ears, and everything fades out to drown in static.

'What if I did leave… what would happen? Go back to my shitty job?, have debt till I die, or I could strip for a sadistic freak. That might be a demon with no body apart from hands and a head but somehow holds unknown power. Wow, what options.'

you huffed and leaned forward out of curiosity.

"so like is the prize money double or what?"

"quadrupled. or times by 4 for your feeble mind"

"…. fuck you. But... fine. I'm in."

"predictable little mortal"

They partly growl in satisfaction, and there's no need to look at them to know that they look smug, but something else more dangerous lingers in the air.

The table opened up, and the boxes came from under it. Magnifying glass and adrenaline. Not bad, not good. 

1 live, 2 blank. The shotgun is loaded rapidly, in a random order.

Odds in your favour, cocking it and you press the muzzle to your jaw, fired. Blank.

Racking the empty blue shell, the casing landed on the felt on the edge of the top box's white line on the right side.

You smash the magnifying glass and slam it into the table. checking the barrel. 'live'

aim, cock, and pull. The gunpowder fills your nose as the face disappears from view into the shadow of the room before reemerging, jaw disfigured and teeth sharper, a more menacing expression than the last. 

The loss of his charge made you smile, the first impression is always a good sign. 

He smoked a cigarette, the lighter bringing all of your attention to his hands that were bony and long, but his new face was, ironically, slightly heart-shaped at the mouth. Slightly cute in a way - Enough of that now.

He shot himself with the last blank.

New boxes. A second adrenaline and an inverter. Shit.

3 lives, 4 blanks. 

You pop the cap of the adrenaline the rusted and twisted needles make your hands shake in previous pain. But you did it anyway, stabbing nice and short in the abdomen. Needles tear through the sensitive flesh, and the bent angles scratch the skin in paper cuts. The room brightened enough to hurt your pupils and brain. You tossed it to the side, the metal clunked against the wall. 

You reached over to snatch the cigarette from him. Lighting the end of one of the cancer sticks. You inhale the tar and tobacco. smoke pooling in your mouth. You tossed the empty cardboard box away, and a fit of coughing overtook you, its harshness echoing in the quiet room. Leaning forward, your hands pressed firmly against the table, trying to steady yourself. Lowered head, attempting to recover from the choking sensation. With every laboured breath, puffs of smoke spill from your mouth, building faintly in the air like a fog.

Meanwhile, you glance at the charge meter on the device, its number not bothering to move up. taunting you with the frustrating reality that had given no extra lives, but at least you got that away from it.

Quickly grabbing the last adrenaline and putting it in the previous wound, head spinning and heart rate beating loudly. The pain ripped through the next layer of skin, blood now pooling out.

Seizing the beer and chugging as much as you could, about a quarter, before flinging the aluminium away to the pile out of sight. catching your breath while racking the rusted gun to reveal the red shell. Less danger, less winning. 

Finally, you used the inverter pressing buttons and turning the dial. Before dropping the useless machine. Aiming and firing at the face you started to loathe a long time ago. Blasting him out of sight and the charge flickering out. 

A hollow clink as the red alloy hit the table.

Hands reemerged to desperately grasp the expired medicine, leaning back and flicking the capsule into his mouth. It worked, and the hard-earned change was restored, reversing your work.

But thankfully, he blasted himself back down.

Now the smell of the fire was hitting your senses!

The thrill was kicking in. Cold stainless steel kissed your jaw as the blank noise reached your ears. 

You're winning this one. Everything is going perfectly. Not even one striped item

You aimed and fired odds in your favour, another blast to the demon. You finally piped up, feeling confident enough now.

"Seems like I'm winning dealer~"

The light slowly cast onto his face as he pulled the non-existent body forward. A sinister chuckle left his even worse-for-wear lips, sockets the deepest you've seen yet, and smile only wider, the teeth reflecting the sinister lighting. 

you spoke again, not afraid for the moment.

"Careful now"

You mocked his very words as his last charge flickered. a rising sense of victory in your gut.

The barrel raised to himself and fired twice to move on.

The third set of boxes for this round appeared. 

Magnifying glass and burner phone.

2 live 2 blank. Perfect.

Flipping open the phone, the red and black checkers fade into a white and black kaleidoscope. It speaks to you. the words are indescribable, but deep down, you understand what it means.

'second shell… …live.'

snapping the phone in half top and bottom dropped to your sides, while the hinge flew off somewhere by your feet. After that, you smash the magnifying glass, shards unevenly broken, and thankfully not piercing you. Finally, slamming it into the table. Checking the barrel. 

'blank-' even better.

Eagerly you fire it at yourself, and after with a playful smirk, you swiftly directed your gaze toward the dealer, one eye squinting in a teasing wink, while your tongue poked out slightly from your dry, chapped lips. The victorious sound of the blast reverberated through the air as the machine roared to life, its whirring fading away the last remnants of the lightning bolt image and bringing the next round.

Round 2. restored lives, and more items from the infinite source. The places where the last items were disappear and empty.

"ready for more? sore loser~"

You mock him playfully again, gesturing exaggerated jazz hands as you pick up the new items. A delight courses through you, and this time, it feels like fortune is on your side — the possibility of not just winning but quadrupling your money dances in your mind. As you straighten up, a confident grin spreads across your face. The excitement bubbles within you as you examine the next items.

Expired medicine, burner phone, handcuffs, adrenaline and an inverter. 

The bullets showed themselves.

2 live 3 blank. 

The routine faded into the background with the music. Doing everything in a simple routine, smashing another phone

fourth blank.

Putting the dealer into handcuffs that he put himself in, your gaze lingering on his hands as if admiring them- but of course you wouldn't do that. You quickly shake away the thoughts and use adrenaline to steal his phone.

The damage was starting to hurt now, a dull pulse trying to recover from the crimson leaking out. You have to forget about that. it threatened to pull you away from the obsession around this "game".

Third blank.

You fire at his face once more, and it's blank, casing hollowed and falling to your ears.

'shit'

but all he does is shake the handcuffs, reminding you. aiming for him again, and it blows the terrifying face back.

He flipped the pill into his mouth, gaining health. Lucky.

The tension in the air was palpable as the moment hung between anticipation and dread. With chilling precision, the barrel was finally aimed directly at you, a stark reminder of the danger that loomed. Your heart raced, each beat a drumroll of fear that escalated until it peaked, teetering on the brink of panic, when you heard that soft, ominous click.

Relief washed over you momentarily. It was just another blank. But then your instincts kicked in, and with a sudden surge of desperation, you let loose the final shell, the sharp report echoing in the still air. A foolish attempt to keep calm

this is where it all gets so long, the silent analyzing tension, it was so torturous you had to break it. 

Picking out your items again, adrenaline, cuffs, beer, adrenaline.

4 live 4 blank

You smirk feeling on top and so far undefeated.

"My, my, it seems like you're still losing. I think I'll be the richest player after this, although I heard that guy Mark did double or nothing for half an hour."

"Am I really losing? And that fool died stupidly. it was close, though I'll admit"

using the adrenaline to take the dealer's cuffs that he got comfortable in. before popping open another tetanus needle it got stuck in your flesh and you pull it out swiftly. A small whimper left your lips, tears almost pethetically spilling.

You snatch his phone again.

second blank

You shoot him, but it's blank and the same thing, back. You shoot yourself and finish it by blowing the live at him, but he regains with cigarettes.

A strange tension filled the air, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. It was an unsettling feeling, as if the atmosphere had shifted to a different world.

When your gaze locked with theirs, a rush of unspoken understanding passed between you. The barrel is pointed down to you with the tail sign of fire. the world around you faded for a moment. Throbbing pain radiates through your skull. The blinding light of the defibrillator brings your ghost back from hell.

"Ha ha, not so cocky now, huh? Come on, doll~, you love this feeling. now strip."

his face had an underlining drawl to his name-calling but unmistakably a bit of relief in the tone.

As your senses gradually returned, they washed over you like a tide. You decided to shed your hoodie, the soft fabric clinging to your skin as you pulled it over your head. You tossed it behind you, where it landed with a dull thud against the door, its material sliding down to the floor in a heap. the air in the room chilled your skin through the thin shirt.

You took a deep, steadying breath and gulped down a generous swig of beer, the cold liquid burning slightly as it slid down your throat, momentarily blanking out your thoughts, a dud left the chamber. a strange sense of foreboding hanging in the air. and so your aim at him but the click rang out.

Without warning, he levelled his gaze at you and fired, a blinding flash erupting as it all went deafeningly silent, the sound ringing in your ears like the echo of a heart being jolted once more as if it hadn't had enough whiplash.

"hehe~ the masochist has to take something else off~ Not quite winning anymore huh…"

The jab was sharp and taunting, a sly punch that hit below the belt. Everything had been unfolding perfectly for you until this moment, leaving you exposed and vulnerable, literally. pulling your shirt over your head and throwing it in the same place, the sudden humiliation from now being sat in nothing but a simple bra and jeans, the weight of the situation presses down on you. 

But there's no time for that. Here comes the next wave. A phone, beer, and adrenaline.

3 live 4 blank

Everything whizzes by in a blur of fire and smoke as you immerse yourself in the thrill of the game, utterly fixated on the prize. The environment around you fades into oblivion. the cool breeze brushing against your chest feels like an afterthought, like the sting in your abdomen.

Across the table, the demon, his presence taut with anticipation. His eyes gleam with a mixture of hunger and mischief, his cold body radiating an unsettling thought that amplifies the tension in the air. The stakes are higher, but that was obvious, and still the atmosphere thickens.

The third and final round.

The boxes come up for hopefully the last time. Expired medicine, kinfe, inverter and adrenaline. 

4 live 4 blank

Using adrenaline and his knife, you cut off the muzzle of the gun and aim it across the table, hiding behind your sleep-deprived eyes. Praying doesn't do any good, and it won't be here either. The click goes, an empty shell echoes, and you sigh.

it didn't occur to you that the defibrillator wires hadn't been cut, and that famous, repetitive phrase wasn't said at all. Was It an act of mercy? Or just a twisted enjoyment of perserving toys.

He uses adrenaline taking the magnifying glass.

"You'll be feeling way more chilly soon, doll."

The entity picks it up smugly and blasts another shot to the dome.

The moment of realization was short-lived, the impact of the metal to your forehead making everything go silent before being shattered by a jarring high-pitched static that reverberated through your entire body, making your skin prickle, and core shake.

As you regained your bearings in this reality, you slowly stood up, the world around you coming back into focus. undoing the button, thighs quickly spreading open the zip. You began to slide off your jeans. and the wound on your side was dripping down them, staining the material.

Even if it had no eyes in those sockets, it was clear it was looking. good. You're teasing him on purpose. It was a calculated move, you told yourself. Its aim is to divert the attention of the soulless being before you. In that moment, you hoped that this small distraction would give you the opportunity you needed to table the turns in your favour and ultimately claim all that sweet cash.

sitting back down, the silence in the room started to raise goosebumps along your skin, finally uncovered, except from a bra, panties, and shoes. you can't even remember what amount of rounds are left, but something becomes very clear.

both the monitors show 1 lightning bolt flashing. the last life, who ever gets this last life wins.

you just reached for the shotgun. fingers just scraping the metal. before an ice cold chill set you nerves off, looking down in utter shock as you recognized the unsettling faded hand. taking a look back at the dealer. his disfigured face seemed to turn into a slight smirk, jagged teeth shifting in their places.

2 fingers travle further and further up thumb gently caressing your thing

"w-what the fuck are you doing?"

A rush of cold air haunts past your neck, a silent whisper of desire. While distracted by that, the dead cold reached further up to lightly pinch your underwear, the fabric bunching up between the digits and snapping it back, you flinch slightly from it.

"Come on darlin' lets play. it's your turn."

the thing jeered. you could have pushed him off, but some twisted, and fucked up little thrill made you want to keep it there.

reaching out for the gun again. but suddenly your back arches and there's soft rubbing in circles on your clothed clit before slowly pushing the offending cloth out of the way. pressing inside. It's a shock to your whole system, so wrong, but it feels so... good! The two digits had your walls fluttering in surprise and need, breathlessly you dare to look at him.

Just as fast as they went in, he took them out. a disgusting wet noise following it, the now soiled hand was brought up to your fresh blood. He collected some of the substance and reeled the limb back to his face, and a long black tongue slithers out, between the jagged teeth wrapping around the digits to taste you.

"I can hear your heart beating so fast. You're enjoying this~"

"f-fuck off. t-theres no reason for that, you lowlife."

anything to distract from your blush and raging heat. You pluck the gun up, moving with shaking hands. It's weakly aimed at the dealer's face, pulling the trigger quickly.

It was a blank, the empty shell rattling in the empty room, falling through the sexual smoke clouding behind glossy eyes.

the shot would have missed either way.

"oh~ you were so close huh?"

the thing tormenting your mind and now body promptly starts the sweet torture once more fingers pumping in and out of your sloppy cunt.

you roll your head back, not resisting in the slightest. when's the last time you've had this kind of treatment? Oh god, you feel crazy, but this loss could be your win after all.

a third finger was added, and he got a better angle to rub the hood in the opposite circular motion. it was driving you mad. soft tiny whimpers seemingly didn't satisfy him enough. the pace picked up, and so did the unwilling humping of your hips against the floating hand.

your form jumped forward, chasing that high, mind turned to mush. hands grip at the table for stability. heavy breathing was overpowering your senses drowning out everything. you hold your breath in as his other hand grips your neck softly as if encouraging the lack of air.

the pleasure building more and more. and you closed your eyes. You didn't even know what to think, but it was clear that the dealer was now lapping at the remaining adrenaline from your injury. You reach down attempting to stop whatever this was, not even realising what had really just happened until-

your legs spasm and freeze in intervals. white hot heat, finally giving way.

"Seems like I win doll. maybe next time you'll get me"

Your eyes meet what's left of his. A defeated look on your tired features. the room turned cold, breath visible in short puffs.

"Aw, come on, don't give me that pout. You know you'll be back, crawling through the dirt, even if you did win. I'll be in that dumb human brain of yours until I'm done playing with you"

as his demonic voice whispered against your skin, the damage reversing on his disturbed features.

and the final shot is fired, everything turns to slow motion, and the impact finally hits your frontal bone. and you black out....

"your lucky it likes you so much... you're his favourite toy after all. now put some fucking clothes on freak."

Can't believe I'm only writing about her now. I just got the full black edition manga of Death Note, and I got really sad at the end. I also got the box set of the anime. It was so much different from her ending. so I'm finally writing something. I was going to do this during Pride Month, but I'm a little late to the party, never mind, let's get to the fic

I hated this feeling.

The feeling eats away at me every time I look at her.

I'm hopelessly in love, but she can't even talk about me.

Me and Misa were out shopping in the main city stores. I was her most trusted bodyguard since I was a girl. I held all her bags diligently and carefully. some expensive brands in every other bag, and it made me nervous at how much money she had sometimes, it was nice not hearing her constantly talk about him for once, but I spoke too soon.

"I would of asked Light and Ryuzaki to come with us so It could be a double date because come on let's be real, Ryuzaki totally has a thing for you, and I can spend some time with my precious boyfriend. But they said they had a major discovery in the Kira case and told me to go away"

Ew, I don't even like Ryuzaki ever since he literally kidnapped Misa and straight up smelt her like a rabid dog. I didn't have a good impression from the start. "Boyfriend." Yeah, right, light doesn't even acknowledge her, let alone want to date her. now look! she pouted how adorable. light couldn't see how truly beautiful she was, like a god of death. I could be a better boyfriend. I sighed, looking at Misa with a dopey grin. Her fashion was always on point and suited her. like today, a simple black skirt, long-sleeved shirt that was slightly see-through, black and white thigh-high socks, shin-high black boots giving a little height over me, and a crop denim jacket, with no arms, it looked so edgy and right in the trends right now, it's perfect on her she even had her hair down framing her clear skin and pretty brown eyes, I could get lost in them as they sparkle like topaz. I was standing in the middle of the shopping centre just staring at Misa, and she turned around, noticing my sudden disappearance from her side.

"Hey, are you okay weirdo? You're kinda just staring"

"O-oh yeah, I'm okay, misa just admiring youu-'re outfit! it's lovely today"

"Oh, I know right! Thank you for telling me, light didn't even say I looked cute today hmf"

'Saved that so well.' I smiled with a little wobble and a blushing face, my hold on the paper bag in my hand tightening as I adjusted the suit tie the bag made a soft crinkle in protest, as I caught up to her.

"Are there any more places you want to go?"

"Yes, actually, I heard about this super cute cafe in here. They put little stuffed animals on your table depending on how you look or how the waiter sees you. We have to go there, and I could use a latte"

"Yeah, sounds super adorable. I could use a cup of tea"

I smiled at her, and she giddily pulled out her phone to try and find the cafe quickly typing with her black nails and turning around excitedly, her skirt spinning with her, it lifted slightly and I saw. 'Oh my god, she has garters on - look away, look away, look AWAY!' I turned my head away quickly before Misa approached me.

"It's this way, let's go!"

She hooked her arm around mine and phone in her other hand as she quickly dragged me along to our destination, my face heating up once more at her actions 'She's so cute'.

"I bet light will love this place. we should bring the boys along. I bet they'd give Light a cute dog plushie and maybe Ryuzaki a smelly rat bleh"

She stuck her tongue out at the thought of a rat, and I couldn't help but laugh and agree with her. We soon got to the place and found a table sitting down. I placed all the bags I was holding under the table and to our side, and the blonde went into one of them, pulling out a little box.

"I got this cute ring I hope light likes it"

Light, Light, Light, Light, Light! I'm sick of hearing about him. I actually wished he was Kira sometimes so he could be away from her kind heart, but I know that would only motivate Misa more, seeing as Kira killed her parent's murderer.... she never did get time to mourn....

"Hey bestie Look isn't this cute"

I snapped out of my thoughts with a stab in my heart 'bestie'. Misa pushed her hand forward, showing me her new jewellery. It was a slim black band around her ring finger with painted skulls along it, I softly smiled. It looked fabulous.

"I'm sure Light will like it. It looks amazing, so well made too"

"Aahhh you really think so?"

"I know so"

The slow poison in my chest grew at every mention of Light, and soon, I was thankfully directed out of the silent resentment by a kind waitress who asked for our orders. I got a simple early grey tea and Misa ordered a caramel latte with extra cream, and the kind lady walked away with our order and into a back room.

"Anywhere else after this? my fair lady, hehe."

"Oh, don't be so formal, you nerd, no wonder Ryuzaki likes you, but I think I'm done here unless you'd like to get something?"

"Oh me? No, I'm okay. I'll even pay for our drinks if you want?"

"Awww how sweet of you'd really do that for little old me?"

"Of course we are friends"

'Oh god, that stung to say'. The waiter came back, placing our drinks down, and on the drink trays were small plushies. I couldn't help but grin brightly at Misa as she slowly picked up her adorable stuffed animal, it was a little bat with magnets in the wings so it could wrap around the body, and it even had a small red bow around one of the large ears. I was so focused on the girl in front of me gently holding the bat by the wings, making it swing back and forth, I didn't even see what one I got. I quickly looked down to see my own small soft toy, it was a calico cat with buttons for eyes, it lay on its stomach, I picked it up its paws had velvet beans, and had small bits of plastic in them to make it slightly weighted. I held it in my hands with awe it was surprisingly an accurate description of me. it almost looked sad.

"Swapsies, I wanna see yours!"

Misa picked up the toy from my hands, and she gave me hers she gave a little squeal, saying how cute it looked, and I laughed. Looking at her bat, I noticed it had plastic red eyes with bits of glitter shining in it 'Just as unique as her' A hand took away the soft toy again.

"Oh, I bet I could..... aha, look how cute!"

Misa wrapped the bat's wings around the cat in a sort of hug, and the magnets clicked in place to stay around it.

"Awww it's like their friends"

"Nah I bet they're dating"

"Oh yeah? Whys that"

"I don't know, just have a feeling not everything has an answer, dummy"

She giggled at calling me a dummy and took a sip of her coffee, sighing content with the taste. I took this as my chance to drink my tea 'needs sugar wait I could try a pickup line'. I raised an eyebrow as I spoke, leaning an elbow on the table.

"My tea needs more sugar, mind getting in it?"

"Was that supposed to be smooth?"

"Yeah....."

I hung my head in defeat and sighed. I felt gentle fingers on my chin, lifting me up, and I looked at Misa, losing myself in her eyes before she spoke in a smug tone

"Bet I can give you a panic at the disco."

She held a sly smirk, and I felt my face get increasingly hot. 'oh she's way too pretty to be this good at pickup lines. I think I might die.'

"Oh geez, where did you get that from?"

"A magician never tells their secrets"

"I don't think that's connected?"

"You're so mean to me"

The pretty blonde pouted again and took another sip from her coffee, pulling out her phone to take a picture of the stuffed animals hugging before taking one of me as I drank my tea, giggling like a schoolgirl as I called her out on it. The date/ hang out was calm, and we chatted and I paid the bill, we slowly made our way back to the building, we were currently staying at before Misa got a call on her phone, and she excitedly exclaimed its light.

"Mhm okay perfect see ya soon, byeee~ love you. Light says we need to talk. I hope he finally says I'm his girlfriend!"

The girl got super giddy and even did a little jump in excitement before she returned to my side taking some of the bags from one arm.

"And light tells me Ryuzaki called for you~"

She bumped my hip, making me stubble she was convinced L liked me at this point, and I nervously fake laughed.

"Oh, he did, huh..."

"Uh huh~ you two would be so cute, like a nerdy couple you see in anime"

"Hm, yeah, I guess so"

We made our way back to the building and walked into the elevator, still holding all of Misa's shopping. I'm just glad we didn't get spotted by any fans maybe because she had her hair down 'I love her hair down'. She hummed a soft tune as we waited to go up to the top floor. As the doors opened, we both saw light and L in the room. Misa dropped all her bags and ran to light in a hug, which he didn't seem pleased about in the slightest. I picked up the bags, setting all of them next to the sofa, smoothing out my suit before feeling a tap on my shoulder it was L.

"Hello miss ... I need to speak with you. Follow me"

"Okay"

my tone was cold but not harsh I just felt upset, also ew, he touched me. I followed the emo rat out of the room, but not before I got one last glance at Misa kissing Light's cheek.

It hurts to know that

You will never look at me

The way I look at you

so mha what a show i have been violently thrown back into it and currently re watching it along with another 4 animes anyway here i am ready to make this since I have like *checks notes * 16- nope 19- nope hold on 24! drafts and I can see more on the horizon so I'm finally letting my bisexual self get some crazy girls on my list

headcannons

She likes Hello Kitty. I think she would love Kuromi (I don't know for sure, as I've never watched it. I'm not really into Sanrio stuff.)

she has some skills with drawing but nothing too major. maybe a really good sketch once in a while, on some important documents (definitely got into a lot of trouble for doodling on her school books or anything like that. ik i did)

She chews on pens or pencils. possibly hoodie drawstrings, just anything, to be honest.

I feel like she loves dinosaurs, like at least knowing some random facts from like stolen picture books or remembering an interesting thing from a museum, and I guess the Internet exists

Dating stage

she has been rejected a few times, which is obvious, so when she finds you, she is nervous about falling fast yet again and getting left. again. but she can't help it, and when you say you feel the same, she could happily fight and die for you x10 more than she already felt like she would

Blood jewelry absolutely 100% like a pretty heart-shaped pendent that's suspiciously liquidy and a beautiful red like take all my money (I will for the precious bean)

She is a criminal, so getting more domestic dates is kind of difficult. so there's options 1 she drinks someone else's blood to disguise and just dresses different from them, so it's less obvious and go to a coffee shop or something. OR 2 screw the domestic stuff! and go out to steal sweets or candy and idk steal a shopping cart, go spray paint some rich guys house, and do stupid shit like getting arrested only to call dabi or shigaraki for help as you both laugh at how stupid that was.

She would love it if you knew how to style hair or let her style yours and be matching

Speaking of matching toga would absolutely have pj's/ onesies for the both of you. examples I can think of would be the night and light furry ones (I think they neat) also those two peice ones so sharing two sets like, skull top and pink short and then having pink tank top and skull trousers.

Love language is physical touch, words of affirmation, and gift giving all the way. Holding hands? "Ah! We're holding hands haha, suck it, dabi your bitchless!". she needs soothing words during a cuddle session like fr tell her she's an amazing girlfriend. Anything you get her stuff like that is definitely her new bragging right, new hair clip? It's on, and she refuses to take it out until you do it yourself. A little pin it's going on her skirt, a keyring? She's putting at least two of those on the handle of her favourite knife. You made her a painting/ printed a photo/ wrote a poem or anything? It's getting framed and hung above her bed

She probably had lots of photos before you dated, but now she definitely has. 2 folders one is a digital file on her phone, and the other is stashed away, filled with secretly taken ones that she looks at when she misses you

If you're a hero, she'll make it a point to watch you and look at all your fan base online. "It's my turn on the TV my adorable partner is on." She would also want to go on every mission close to where your agency would be. If you have any merchandise, she has it already. If she sees other people wearing your clothing line, she would either compliment it or want to stab them (I can't decide)

So they are separate, but I wanted to paint their nails okay, so I'll do wholesome first, and I'll add a line for NSFW stuffs. All right, chill :)

Gregory-

-He loves to paint his nails it's just like normal painting, and it looks pretty, although it isn't typically for males, but he doesn't mind

-It's a good distraction when life gets too much, ya know, and he will do Cheslock's his if he asked for some help

Late in the evening, chilling in his room, talking or just sitting in silence and carefully doing his nails.

"So, how was your day"

Gregory looked up at me and sighed deeply before giving an answer.

"It was... busy"

I nodded and carefully turned his hand to get a better angle to paint his thumb.

"Yeah, you are a prefect, after all. You get a lot of ... uh sidequests"

a tilt of his head told me he thought it was an odd description but smiled a little, shaking his head. I applied the polish once. twice, three times, and then it was done. now to do the other hand, which he gave quickly. softly admiring the first set as they dried, glistening in the light, once I was done, he stared at them for a while.

"Thank you"

"Don't worry, I'm happy to do them"

I smiled and started to do my own nails to look pretty. But as I felt a hand reach out for mine, I looked up at him. He glanced away before asking.

"Could i do them for you?"

"Oh y yeah, have at it"

His touch was gentle, and he did the same treatment I did for him. He seemed to either know what he was doing or was a very fast learner. Either way, they looked immaculate by the end.

Cheslock-

-I feel like he has a little bit of anger management, and painting / picking the nail polish works to calm down. but he can't do it himself that well, so he either gets Gregory, or you to do them, it looks better, and he'll feel a little bad about ruining it, but it's better than blowing up at people.

-and if people judge, he just yells at them. idk

-He likes to rant doing it since you'll listen to him, but it's like a comfortable silence when Gregory does it. Instead, Cheslock wouldn't start the conversation unless Gregory did. idk

He sat cross-legged on the floor, one hand in your lap that was being yassified using the other hand to gesture during his new rant.

"And then he went on to say I was in the wrong! like I wasn't educated in the subject. Also, I'm a damn prefect! He shouldn't argue with me of all people!"

He gestured with his spare hand to emphasize his point, showing frustration with the student by waving it in the air and occasionally pushing it forward. As I attempted to paint his other nails, some polish smudged onto his skin. However, I chose not to say anything, as it was best to allow him to stim.

"Wow, really? and what else did he say?"

I was genuinely curious about what this ballsy person had to say. I briefly paused in the nail painting to look at him, my eyes asking for the continuation of the story.

"Oh, don't get me started, he continued to -"

He kept telling me what happened and soon had to switch hands, keeping still to let them dry. When this happened, He remained silent, smiling at the completed set, feeling both amazed and impressed at how quickly it was done despite his fidgeting. Once it was done, you started painting your own nails, not wanting to end the conversation just yet. However, then it was lights out, and you both went to your separate dorm rooms.

=====okay here's the spicy ideas i had for the same thing=====

warning

cock warming

men whimpering

Gregory is a bottom / Cheslock is a top (SEPARATED THO)

(send me feral ass outside to touch grass, or water, or fire, like anything not electronic, or in my house)

trying not to move?

doing two things at once??? I guess??

okay this is technically part 2 of the one i posted before this (i have no idea how to do the fancy links but on my ao3 its apart of the same thing okay) i copied the same moments and we continue from there and i edited it from some YouTube video an i think i write better now idfk

warnings;

(i need to touch grass)

blowjob

very nearly getting caught

first time / unexperienced (both sides)

like 7 minuets in heaven kinda

okay so after episode 5 i made this draft and I've only just finished it now leave me be anyway i have no idea why i thought that making reader a bluwer sibling but the narrative fits to good? i don't know. I've written so much that i cease to see who asked anymore, but oh well

sweet fluffy kisses turned

admirers to lovers?

fast burn boi (its a one shot what do you want?)

slight mention of you being an unwanted sibling because you haven't done anything yet. lol imagine

Context

It's the cricket opening ceremony, you are the twin of Lawrence Bluewer, along with your 7 sisters who needed to go to the cricket matches to see Lawrence play it, was his last year after all. but you didn't really like parties that much, too many people, but someone caught your eye the first year you came here. unknowingly, Gregory had found his gaze drifting over to the sister Bluewer never mentioned. It's always the 3 older and 4 younger, never the twin, always a stain on the family. but Gregory always noticed the empty space on his sketch "something's missing," never pointing it out. although curiosity almost getting the better of him, and you seen that over the years he became a prefect and he was just so pretty from afar. Just the right type of quiet but skilled and fitting into the role of prefect, and he wasn't even there?

little idea i had a while ago, where you struggle with playing piano, and cheslock comes and helps before leaving again, and you get quite confused, i guess.

it was drudge time, i always finished my work beforehand, so i spent my time practising this song that i was finding difficult, but once fully played, it sounded amazing. so i sat in the music room, the annoying piece of scripture in front of me as i awkwardly stretched my fingers, trying to figure out this one note. It never sounded quite right. in frustration, i slammed my hands down on the keys and let out a small sigh, lowering my head onto the instrument, which it let out a sad strangled cry from my face being on it.

"oi get off of 'er"

my head shot up, and so did the keys as i looked towards the voice in fear. i instantly noticed that it was the purple house prefect, and i panicked in my reply.

"i am so sorry! im just getting really frustrated...."

"Well, that's great and all, but don't take it out on Estie."

"Estie? t-the piano you named it?"

"so what if i did?"

"Sorry, uh, just surprised"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, what do you need help on anyway?"

"Oh, uhhh, just this one note I'm struggling with, I don't get how my hands could possibly move over to play this at the same time, and it sounds funky"

"Oh, thays easy"

Chelock walked over swiftly and moved to lean over my shoulder, letting a small hum out while reading the sheet music, giving another hum before his hand moved above mine the remaining one shifted my hand over one key. It was so simple, and he was only doing a small favour, but his body felt too hot against mine, I felt my face flush in heat at the closeness. 'no no no don't think like that he is a prefect, and he probably doesn't even have time for this, let alone anymore.' his voice snapped me out of my trance.

"See if you just move that over here, and it's immediately better"

I was slightly frozen, so my hand movement was still stiff, but yeah, it was way easier to play. a smile made its way across my face, but it dipped as I felt the prefect move.

"Alright, well, I'm glade I helped and all that. but don't hurt Estie, or I'll give ya a Y got it?"

"Right, got it, sorry, again"

And just like that, he left. my words fell on deaf ears at that point. the lingering touches on my hands stayed for what felt like an eternity, and my face was warm. but I shake it off and start to play this song again with the advice, which sounds a lot better. 'god, he's good with his hands. Wait, hold on-' I shake my head to clear the thoughts. But my mind did wander to him at lunch later that day 'I wonder if he would - no, never mind, it's stupid'.

so this is a bunch of random scenarios and head canons i have of this emo boy and i even made a playlist for it becuse im so prepared for this also i do edit the lyrics a tad to fit the time its set in and vibe of the shorts so like if that bothers you sorry i guess (also i wanted to experiment with the tumbler coloured text i think it looks so cool) but this is mostly x reader so sorry if that's not what you want im just brain rotting at this point i cant do this lmao also i would like to say i unfortunately dont have the manga so i actually dont know whats going to happen sorry

starting with the honourable runner ups i think these songs fit but i couldn't think of what to write for them

Necromancing dancing - bear ghost (pun intended) "when im necromancing, everyone's dancing, no one can stop me i dare you to try! the dead are infused with sentential grove"

i don't wanna fall in love - she wants revenge

ramblings of a lunatic - bears in trees "would anybody listen to this the ramblings of a lunatic"

everything is temporary - cavetown "sticks and stones they say that we dont have bones inside our brains"

mamas boy - Dominic fike "m-a-m-a-b-o-y mamas boy mamas boy"

im not a cynic - Alec Benjamin "i swear im not a cynic im just being realistic"

cats - the living tombstone "meow meow meow meow memeow"

they/them - atlas, jhfly

house of wolves - my chemical romance

plucked - destroy boys "take a bird from the sky and you wonder why she wants to fly"

nobody - mitski

underachiever - NOAHFINNCE "nothing beats the life of an underachiever"

the adults are talking - the strocks "dont go there you never return and i know you think of me when you think of her"

(lowkey heathers the musical JD looking ass)

WARNING ANGST IS HERE

Season 4 of black butler has me thinking about a certain emo (Gregory not ceil but check out my friend @serve-corps if your into that) but like omfg he's so fine what for and like man wears lipstick I just he's so adorable I've never wanted to own the manga more in my life he's so- I should stop but like aaaaaa so this is head cannons mixed with actual cannon that was on the fandom wiki so that's fun I was thinking of writing a full story later but for now....

this is head cannons, and at the bottom, I'll have a warning for my nsfw thoughts. lol, just remember you're responsible for your Internet consumption, but before i get into this, it's all my opinions. Don't take it as gospel or anything like that, im having fun, alright? okay then.

Little head cannons

-he likes poetry. He gives that vibe like come on...(literally an hour later) Okay, so like, just seen a manga page of him drawing a jabberwocky around ceil like a sleep paralysis demon. a little back story on this particular poem is "a nonsensical poem about the killing of the jabberwocky" in 1871, apparently. this is very relatable to ceil and Gregory alike and like Google it for real (so like I was completely right about that and I didn't even know)

he smells like a mix of charcoal and acrylic paint like dusty but kinda nice, ya know (i go back to this further down)

-why dose he seem like he has autism, i cant explain it but, i have it to, so I'm not trying to be rude, but the bowtie he wears is like a normal tie but looser and nicer. and i hate ties, so i feel that in my soul. he also seems like he wouldn't like synthetic material idfk. also social situations suck, his voice is mostly monotone and quite, its not the typical "not understanding cues or not getting jokes" but its more like a social anxiety thing, and that's usually diagnosed with autism i think? (I'm not a doctor i don't really know. Maybe I'm projecting here a little)

-he's like defo bi or pan or perhaps an ace group. I'm not that educated on that lgbtq+ aspect apologies but that's the vibe (again, that's my opinion)

this is mostly gender neutral, but using the female body parts for the good stuff, ya know

actual text i had before writing this;

me: gonna be real i want undertaker to raw dog me in a coffin and then give me one of those fucking biscuits

bestie: i- holy shit. real

SO THIS IS THAT LMAO there we go literally that, but the new season got me re watching the whole of black butler and thinking of unholy shit (the things I would do in Sebastian's confession box oof) anyway that's a little off topic and i just aaaa with this new season it's so good and ill definitely be making like 2 at least on Gregory violet so stayed tuned for that but ANYWAY WHAT YOU ACUALLY CAME HERE TO READ NOW

Warnings:

He's kinda creepy (but we love that about him)

Mentioned fitting in a coffin (is that even a warning)

Undertaker is a warning as he is

If your cluster phobic get out

You fell into a coffin dumbass (with a hint of cliché writing)

Pussy eating (oh no the horror- actually with him probably)

Some light cuts they bleed a little (made by man's acrylics)

Bites hickeys scratches (a part masochist wet dream)

You actually don't finish because of him being a tease and other people

is it considered necrophilia becuse he's dead?? idfk shower thought leave me be

fallout has changed my brain chemistry and as a die hard fan from years ago the release of the show has altered somthing within me somthing just snapped when i seen cooper and i don't think i have properly written about the monster fucker inside of me sooo now is the chance for me to save a horse and ride a cowboy :) apologies if my writing sucks

me and my friends just chilling

me; ....so anyway ya know cooper the ghoul in fallout, he has no nose so i cant ride his face

innocent friend; (didnt understand) aw, he cant wear sunglasses

bestie; (fucking done with life) oh my fucking god, the innocence one "he cant where sunglasses" and then there's you going (tch) "dang, i cant ride his face"

tags;

liking the smell of blood (idkf)

mentioned death of course

ghouls how scary (sexy)

fallout as a whole is a warning

sexual tension

ride a cowboy... (so obviously this is 18+)

i love mushroom oasis the vibe as a whole and the aesthetic i love it so much. and of course the mushroom boy mychael himself, and day 2 got my thinking about things, so i think i got the character right maybe and this is probably my shortest fic but the most wholesome a little context is that my version of the mc is that the reason they don't go outside much is hay fever and they miss doing stuff becuse their parents didn't let them out much so when they go out with mycheal in day two the get a new excitement to being outside.

tags:

taking a hay fever tablet/pill

the fluffiest fluff you could ever imagine

obviously this game is 16+ i believe so if your not that age tf you doing here

but this is so safe a baby could read it but don't becuse swears ig

the sun bleared onto my face my eyes slowly twitch and i stretched my limbs my hand knocking into skin and somthing fell on my face lightly and my eyes flutter open a tiny bit obscured by green and blue thing on my face.

"ah, sorry firefly i didn't mean to drop that on you"

"mh its okay i'm sorry for falling asleep and... on your lap it seems"

mycheal picked up the thing that landed on my face and i slowly sat up, yawning while rubbing my eyes to rid the tiredness. i looked towards mychael he was making a flower chain using the forget me not's, it looked pretty the blue was a lovely colour. he finished the last part of it and placed it on my head it fit quite nicely and was right above my ears resting.

"aw thank you mych"

i brightly smiled at him before i stood up and stretched with a satisfying click in my back and shoulder yawning briefly.

"by the way how long was i out for?"

mychael looked up at the sky and hummed, figuring out how much the sun moved.

"about an hour firefly"

"huh okay, best nap I've ever had"

i looked around i miss being outside, as i kid my parents never really let me out and i had the urge to climb a tree. 'ah that one looks easy enough' running over to the stump of the tree, i skipped onto the lowest bit that stuck out it was close to the ground using it to reach a big branch that was sturdy and i hoisted myself up, using the tree trunk as a foot hold doing so i got up to where my elbows were parallel to the branch but my foot slipped and chipped some bark of causing my balance to faulter and my arms wrapped around the branch to stop myself from falling off. 'shit' my feet dangled and i struggled to get them back on the tree trunk as i wasn't very strong.

"firefly what are you doing? ah! let me help you get down"

i felt hands on my waist and i stopped kicking my legs he was trying to pull me down but i used that to get up into the tree, i now sat on it crossed legged

"thank you!"

"what are you doing firefly?"

"tree"

"i can see that but why?"

mychael tilted his head confused, which soon turned to worry as i stood up on the branch and held my arms out to keep my balance, while mychael was panicking beneath me. i just laughed and sat on the branch near the tip. my legs locked over, it wobbled a little as i hung backwards over the edge. i was upside down so my shirt fell a little and the crown slipped off 'damn i was hoping that stayed on' i was now face to face with mychael my hand went out to boop him on the nose.

"hiya, boop!"

"firefly you need to get down, you could get hurt"

his voice clearly had worry in it but at that i started to swing my body and tried flipping forward onto my feat, but ended on my back. luckily the ground wasn't too far away and i landed in the flowers and grass a little winded but okay 'ow fuck that hurt'

"firefly! are you okay that was quite a harsh landing, i told you to be carful. you've winded yourself"

i laid there for a second and mychael was quick to my side and helped me sit up slowly with, a careful hand on my lower back and arm. i just softly giggled.

"well that was fun."

"that was dangerous not fun, hey! take it easy firefly"

"blah come on, ive missed the outdoors let me have some fun, oh by the way is there a river near by? this weather is boiling"

"okay then.... yeah lets go i need a drink, but a are you sure your okay i know that fall wasn't high but still"

i didnt have time to respond becuse i sneezed and my eyes were getting itchy from the grass and pollen 'ah damn hay fever' reaching over to where the flower crown landed and i put it on mychael's head although a little crooked.

"i made this for you, why are you giving it to me?"

"oh im allergic to pollen and my eyes are getting bad. anyway! where is this river you said there was, lets go"

"wait your allergic? isnt that a bad thing?"

"yeah ill talk about it on the way"

he nodded and mychael lead me to a path to the right of where we were, slowly walking to he river. i told him what hay fever was.

"so basically I'm allergic to grass and pollen, and many people have that and its called hay fever. it can causes various things like a runny nose, red or itchy or swollen eyes, coughing and sneezing, so its like a cold but for like half of the year."

"that sounds awful...."

"yeah but luckily i dont have it that bad compared to others, like i just sneeze and get itchy eyes which hopefully will be solved by some fresh water and one of my tablets"

i always kept a packet of tablets on my person just in case, and luckily i didnt forget to have them with me when i left the house to find my cat, and they were quite secure in my slim pocket.

"tablet? that's a type of medicine right?"

"yep, very useful in this day and age for anyone really"

continuing to walk with the living mushroom towards a water source to hopefully keep down the uncomfortable allergy and maybe have some fun in the river, like throwing stones or somthing 'oh that sounds fun ill do that' soon i could hear the water, and mychael moved a bush out of the way.

"okay firefly, we're here"

"nice. this should help a lot haha"

walking over to the water i sat down and popped open the packet putting one in my mouth, and then swiftly cupped my hands and drank the water to get it down me, i swallowed it to get rid of any thoughts, as it was hard for me to take pills. afterwards i stood up and walked along the rivers edge slowly, coming up to a big boulder to sit on. it was partly in the water it made a nice effect in the flowing liquid and i was feeling better by the second.

"that should do it, and maybe I'll climb another tree"

"absoulutly not"

mychael gave a small sigh from behind me, not opting to sit on the large rock but instead sat besides it, near the side of the river. and i laid back taking in the pretty blue sky with minimal clouds. taking a deep breath in 'I'm gonna need more of those during the summer.... he might not like it but i rather not feel dead'

"hey.... mychael i'm running out of the tablets ill need them if im going to live with you out here"

"you want to live with me?"

"yes absolutely! i wouldn't have to pay taxes, and well society sucks"

"that's great! but what are taxes?"

"don't worry about it, but i need those pills other wise i might be really sick forever, becuse of the pollen and like its April now and only going to get worse over the summer"

"we can go get them now?"

"if you help me get some stuff from my house, as well as getting those pills, and i know you might not want me to leave- wait for real?"

i stood up quickly and stood over in shock as i held out a hand for mychael which he accepted standing up as well.

"are you sure i was thinking you'd get possessive and worry i wouldn't come back in like an hour"

"what? that's dumb you need that medicine, so why wouldn't i let you get them?"

"oh right..... god why did i think that? that was dumb! anyway we should get my meds"

i laughed at my overthinking brain and mychael joined in. and started walking in a direction and i quickly followed happily 'living in the forest sounds like the best thing ever'.

sooo this is totally sfw within the age rating of the actual game, obviously. also might be inspired by the yagami yato of this man, maybe, slight chance, it definitely gave me some fuel to finish at least, i got over this brain rot quickly and well this took more time than i would of liked so yeah. sorry if my writing sucks :)

tags

mentioned death

mentioned cannibalism

two sides of the same one sided love (kinda)

blood (yep shock horror)

hoon man getting the love he needs <3

a bit of inexperienced writing (oh lord the horror)

sexual tension i guess (but not really)

Heather's the musical reference

British language so scary

it was late at night and door duty is slow like usual, the thing about the job was that 12 hour shifts suck, but in this time where the fear of being replaced by man eating monsters having a roof over my head and a job was quite reassuring, and well despite the company not really caring I'm glad that i didn't have to do more work then i could be awake for also my co-worker Emily she is amazing and could make a banging cup of tea, and well she likes the fact there's not nearly that many doubles at day, less work obviously. the night is tougher, way more doppelgängers at this time some were very convincing and did make me want to scream on the inside becuse of the anxiety it caused..... but i did like a challenge. also, i knew that most of the apartmenties were inside as Emily ticks them off the list and added the names who had a reasonable excuse for not being on there, and hey, i haven't died. yet despite my complaints there was a golden reason why i liked this job, and that was the resident tired eyes Francis, but he never really talked that much and it kinda made him ideal mimic bait, so i cant get attached i mean i really shouldn't as they really did try him the most for some reason.

i yawn as i relaxed into my office chair stretching my arms with a stratifying click 'mhhh almost over its 10 45 so 1 more hour and franci-' caught in my thoughts so much but the white uniform snapped my attention 'speak of the devil-! wait...' and as quickly as it came it left, as i seen the deep sunken abyss of "eyes" and a smile 'ah, i see its hoon' he really did try to get in, acting normally handing the papers over with an almost correct ID and entry form but just ya know slightly off on the looks and all he says is hoon is kind of revealing. i smiled and waved in greeting.

"Ah, hello there, nice try hoon, but i can see you. Good try though, almost nailed that ID too."

"hoon hoooon!"

"ill take that a good response"

i politely gave back the ID and smiled, throwing the entry form in the bin with the rest, so it isn't as easy to get in. Also, some of them are funny anyway. back to it i found this particular one almost as enduring as the original i was found of him so to speak, but if he got too good then off he goes and that might be a toxic trait but ill entertain him for now.

"Come on man, you know the drill, i caught you. You walk away. Have a good night though."

"hoon..."

he held his head down in disappointment and trudged away, when i was sure he left i called the D.D.D,the emergency shutters come down and footsteps can be heard by the men, i knew hoon wasn't there but to keep up the appearance to not get me fired, i had to make it seem that he keeps escaping, and not me letting him do so nooooo. the shutters come up, and the hazmat suit explains the situation in that boring tone like always.

"The clean up is complete, but the company will search for that double ganger that got away......"

yep, the same stuff zoning all that out. 'blah blah blah Jesus Christ, so much talking, just leave, please.' i kept smiling with zoned out thoughts as they spoke.

"You can continue your job"

"mh hm thanks"

the clean-up crew left slowly, god so slowly, like today, so slow. i looked over to the clock 'uuuuhhh 11 15 a half an hour till Francis gets here from delivering milk. poor soul to be fair he was half a workaholic' picking at my nails as a distraction from the boring day i seen another white milk man uniform i smile as i seen Francis, immediately going to work as he passed his paper through. but if i looked at the clock, only a few minutes passed.

"hi there"

i politely greeted, giving a small wave like i do for him 'wait it might not be him.' My face turned serious quickly.

"hm hello..."

'Huh, is he tired, or is that voice lower?' Suspicious, but i checked over the entry form, and that looked all good. now the ID 'logo yep date uh huh spelling' with the file i looked back and forth 'okay looking good finally number lets see 2 3 5 5 6' i look at the ID '2 4 5 5 6. wait 4?' Looking back over the file 'that's wrong damn doppelgänger. welp gotta kill this one he's too real.' i passed back the papers roughly, my face turning sour.

"welp, here ya go Francis, any last words?"

i didn't let him finish becuse as soon as i passed the paper through roughly i reached over with my other hand and pressed the emergency button, and speed dialling the D.D.D to get this near replica out of here, the shutter that came down was rattling from the force of the doppelgänger hitting it trying to escape, which was normal. and then silence as the shutter comes up, the now comforting yellow suit began to talk.

"The clean-up is complete. You can continue your-"

The hazmat suit slammed into the glass making a small crack, a gradient green hand with black claws dug into the back of the head, blood seeping out and staining the yellow suit my eyes followed the arm to the doppelganger of Francis i had just delt with 'oh shit this is a fucking problem' the yellow hazmat fell to the ground the hand returning to "normal" and that face comes into view. blood dripping of the perfect features, his voice lower than it should be its unnerving 'and hot- nope nope stop there wrong.' opening the desk draw digging in it for a neatly written number to only be called if the D.D.D fails. 'Where's that post-it note' a loud thud broke my thoughts, and I cautiously looked up to the double of Francis. his hand against the glass smearing some blood on the clean surface some spilling into the small crack made a few seconds earlier.

"Oh darling, how come you didn't let me in? My appearance is flawless. Entry form has nothing wrong with it, I know I'm on the list today."

He looked confused 'cute wait no evil' since I passed the papers through he picked up the slightly crumpled ID and gave an amused smirk flipping it around and pressing it to the glass so I could see it.

"Ah, I see you did read that silly ID number. You're not like the others, you're smart, and that makes me want to devour you even more."

My hand starts to tremble as I kept looking for that stupid note. The doppelganger tuts lightly with a small chuckle.

"Come on~ your phone friends can't help you. and you wouldn't want to create more of a mess~ look honey! all those delicious bodies already here"

He licked his lips cleaning them from the blood giving a satisfied hum 'oh shit that's hot- nope nope not the time' i couldn't bear to look past him at the amount of people dead, opting to keep looking for the number i knew was in this stupid desk 'come on, come on where is this fucking thing' my hand touches the gun at the back of the draw 'I shouldn't have to use this'

"OPEN THE DOOR, please open the door. Can we not fight anymore, please come on, open the door? You're scared i see that, I can set you free come on let me inside open the door open opEN OPEN!"

Teeth beared now sharp and tinted yellow eyes the same shade. His hand slammed down on the glass with an open palm he realised it wasn't working, quickly far too quickly, and he used his fist rattling the pane in its hold the crack getting bigger every thud my movements speed up 'shit shit shit shit shi- ah! there I got it.' I gripped the paper roughly and slammed the emergency button and dialled the never before used number

"DARLING YOULL NEVER KILL ME IVE BEEN WATCHING YOU FOR WEEKS ILL COME BACK"

"Hello you have contacted the-"

"YES I KNOW SEND HELP D.D.D AGENTS DOWN"

"Don't worry .... we have dispatched people to your area" BEEP

The slamming of fists and that sickening sound of flesh tearing. its the noise doppelgangers make when they lose their disguise, it made me nauseous my head dizzying from it I heard the glass smash but the metal kept me safe it was barely dented before I heard the screams of the beast and gun shots my breathing uneven my legs to my chest in the chair arms wrapped around my body in attempt to comfort myself it all went silent my heart drops in my chest but as the shutter came back up a more human looking hazmat suit greeted me rather than the round ones another one putting a new pane of glass replacing the broken one.

"Thank you for contacting us. we will inform the D.D.D of the deceased agents and give you good reference. Unfortunately, the doppelganger got away"

"Wait, what!?"

They left quickly, some carrying black bags, not saying a word 'he got away. How?' I slowly came out of my shell I had built temporarily, taking in some deep breaths. unwrapping my arms and lowering my legs back into my chair. 'I'll have a breakdown when I'm off the clock.... oh speaking of how long till Francis is here 11 55 he's late.... of course just making my day wors- never mind night is better' there he was passing an ID and entry form i already had his folder out and checked it over intensely giving a little sigh.

"mh, hello doorman you seem worked up tonight"

"haha yeah just some difficult doppelgängers, ya know"

"ha yeah uh.... I've been meaning to ask, would you like to get food sometime"

i opened the door for him and smiled wearily giving the correct paper back to the real Francis.

"yeah that would be nice have a goodnight Francis"

okay finally over Jesus Christ this took way longer than i wanted it to take becuse i have got another 3 fics stacked and schoolwork so I'm glad its over but i still don't know how to end this shit sorry if my writing sucks :]