A/N: yes, the title is a referance ro the megamind "no bitches" meme, so dont even ask lmao. this may also be a slightly shorter one than normal because im out of chapter ideas and might say "fuck it" and end the book off here..
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You wake up groggy at around 2AM the next morning, Francis snoring softly next to you. You sigh and reluctantly roll out of bed.
Francis stirs when you move, making him groan and try to grab onto you to pull you back. When he can't reach you, his eyes blink open. "Where you going, kleine maus? You still have to put clothes on if tou're going to work.." he reminded you, causing you to look down at yourself and notice tou were still in just your boxers.
"Hm. I wasn't going to work," you say with a sigh, rubbing a hand over the contour of your face. "I was just getting up to get something to eat. It's only 2AM anyway."
"Okay, but come right back. Don't keep me waiting on you, maus." he hissed, but he wasn't upset. Just tired. Especially from the nights' workout the night just before.
You leave the room and go to the kitchen, sighing when you open the fridge. The fridge light blinds you, making you squint.
The fridge was empty.
Of course it was... You grumble and go back to Francis in the bedroom, slipping on the easiest pair of pj pants and a quick button-up; pulling on your shoes.
"I'm gonna run out to grab something from the store, I'll be right back." you say, grabbing your car keys from his dresser.
"But you said—"
"Yeah, I know what I said. I gotta go to the store. Your damn fridge is empty other than a probably expired carton of milk and some shredded cheese." you growl out before leaving the room, not giving Francis time to respond.
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When you get to your car, you hiss at the coldness of the handle. It was frozen shut.
Pulling with all your might, you finally manage to get it open and climb into the drivers' seat, which is freezing cold.
You put tour key in the ignition and turn it, starting the car. You begin to drive, looking for the nearest shopping centre to grab a few breakfast items. Your stomach was growling—and you knew it was partially your fault. You hadn't eaten in like four days; since you met Francis.
Upon reaching the shopping centre, you park your car and get out, quickly hurrying inside to grab the things, pay, and leave. It was too cold for this shit.
When you step inside, an older man greets you at the entrance kindly, and you nod your head in recognition before taking your happy ass to the breakfast aisle.
You—once reaching said aisle—pull open a freezer and pull out a box of breakfast sausages and small omlets. When you have the things, you close the freezer door and leave the aisle.
When you've finished paying for the food that you didn't even want to buy, you grab the grocery bag and leave. You get back in your car and drive back to the apartment complex, dragging your tired self up the three sets of steps to reach Francis' apartment.
When you get inside, you're immediately hit with a wave of warmth since Francis had turned the heater on the night before. You go to the counter and begin cooking the sausages and the omlets, making Francis awake and come out of the room to see you cooking.
"Hm. That's weird... No Mrs. to cook for you?" Francis hums from behind you, placing a kind hand on your hip, near your ass. You blink and plate the small amount of breakfast, eating right away.
"No, guess not. But, you know how to cook..." you smirked, looking up at Francis, "Nevermind, dumb idea."
"What was the idea?"
For a moment, you're silent as a mouse. So silent you could hear a pin fall.
"Marry you and for you to become my 'Mr.' instead of a 'Mrs.' but it sounds dumb." you explain, Francis' lips edging into a light grin.
"I mean... Wouldn't be a bad idea."
"What?" you stare at him right in the eyes, chewing the rest of your breakfast and cleaning off the plate.
"What if I said i wante d to marry you?"
"Then I'd call you stupid.." you respond, giving him a light kiss when you finish cleaning your plate and fork.
"Well then, you'd just be the brains and I'd be the brawn then, huh?" he teased.
"I guess so."
"Love at first glance..." Francis teased before giving you a bruising kiss on your neck that would definately leave a mark, nipping at the skin.
"Pretty sure I loved you before I even saw you."
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Clone A-03.02 (Francis x male!reader)
FanfictionIt is winter, 1955. You are a doorman for an apartment complex, working to keep dopplegängers or "clones" from entering and killing everyone in the building including you. One of these residents is a simple man that sells milk around town named Fran...
