Swan queen

Love y'all (she/her 18)

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This is not my usual kind of posts, but there just was some guy that messaged me to tell me that he accidentally reported me. It's a trap to get you to give out personal information, please be careful lovelies!

I was so scared that my account would get deleted, I nearly died.

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Pleasurable torment

Dex x reader ♡

This is another little thing I wrote, I hope it's enjoyable! I'm scared because this is my first time writing a character. ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

Please excuse any grammar or spelling errors! 🤍

wc: 2.7k

warnings: stalking, creepy Dex being kinda delusional (and a little desperate), no mentions of y/n, reader insert

At first you didn't notice it.

Didn't notice the same name in every book you read in the library. Didn't notice the same scent of cologne lingering where you would sit down to fly over some pages, deciding if you wanted to really take you're time and read the book or just put it at its original place in the shelf. And you didn't notice the man, almost always sitting near you, stealing glances at you, while you were blissfully unaware of his presence.

How you're lips would part, just slightly, when concentrating. Or, how you placed you're finger on the words that you were reading to prevent you from getting distracted. Oh, how he wished he could be those words. Those words you touched so gently.

Initially, he was contend with just watching. Really watching you, getting to know you through the books that you read, getting to know you're routine and adjusting his own to yours.

You had some boring 9-to-5-Job, sometimes met up with friends, but mostly stayed in you're little apartment. And he hated it but loved it at the same time.

How could he really get to know you, if he couldn't see what you where doing in you're apartment?

He knew, going inside (because, of course it wouldn't be breaking in, never that ) would cross a line. A thin line that made him sleepless at night, even after taking those sleeping pills his doctor had recommended him. She said they would help. But they didn't know you. They didn't know you like he did. How you had him wrapped around you're finger while you didn't even know him, hadn't even noticed him.

But he knew, you staying inside, safed you from everything and everyone outside. Violent people that could hurt you, dumb people that didn't know how to appreciate you, lovable people that you could take a liking too. No, that wouldn't work. Not for him.

The only solution: Move in the apartment next to yours.

And then you started noticing.

The same man sitting near you, seemingly very concentrated on the book in his skilled hands.

Skilled in what?

You didn't know, but something in you urged you to figure it out. Figure him out.

The same name appearing in every book you eventually decided to read. You found out that it was his name after 'secretly' following the mysterious man to the counter where he signed another book to borrow it.

And suddenly, he wasn't just 'the handsome man from the library' you had giggled about with your friends. He was your neighbour from next door.

The first time you two actually talked, was while choosing which floor to go to in the elevator. He asked you where you needed to go, you answered. His voice was rough, maybe he had had a hard day at work.

Of course he knew where you needed to go, but he so desperately wanted to hear you respond to him, he had to hear you speak to him to remember he was real. A real, real human being.

"Oh, we have to go to the same floor then." The smile on his face while saying those words could have been unsettling to you, if you had known what he knew. But you didn't, you thought he was just some random man, a fine one at that. So you smiled back.

"My name's Dex," His eyes never left you, the smile staying on his face. "Guess we're neighbours now." How could he not smile while looking at you, speaking to you.

You told him you're name, feeling you're heartbeat speed up. The both of you parted ways in front of you're apartment. One entering their own, filled with warm lights, fluffy blankets and a cosy atmosphere.

The other entering one, fully ridden of unnecessary furniture or clutter, stripped of all warmth because you weren't there with him. Leaving him miserably alone.

You were his pleasurable torment.

I'm kinda scared to write dialogue because english isn't my first language ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

If you've got any tips give them to meeee

Love y'all ♡

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Queen of the gas station

This is just something I wrote on my notes app, inspired by a mix of creepy vibes and maybe a little bit of Frank Castle and Dean Winchester as reference for the man. English is not my first language so I'm sorry for (probably many) grammar or spelling errors.

I'm new to writing things (or at least publishing them) so please be nice!

warnings: just some creepy vibes, maybe stalking (?) but it's not really clear, no mentions of y/n, reader-insert

wc: 2.3k

It was just another Friday.

You're shift at "gas-n-sip", the ragged gas station you had decided to work at (for the money you desperately needed) would relievingly end soon. The sun had already set, leaving you alone with the cold glow of the ceiling lights, contrasting with the summer heat outside.

Normally, staying this late wasn't a problem for you, especially because the later shifts got payed more. But today felt different. The air was thick, static. A shiver ran down you're spine, although the air conditioning hadn't worked since you started you're job a few months ago. The radio that you had put on for comfort now made you uncomfortable and readjust on your seat behind the counter to create a false sense of coziness.

The little bell above the door jingled and you jumped a little, startled by the sudden noise braking the heavy silence. You hadn't even heard the rumbling of the truck, now parking outside, while driving in.

The man didn't even bother looking through the shopping aisles, just went straight to the counter to pay for the gas his truck needed and a pack of Marlboro Blacks.

"Twenty dollars on pump four." You nodded, noting the way his voice sounded deep and rough, but smooth at the same time. You took the cash from his outstretched hand, noting that he had given a little more than needed.

"Is that everything?" You asked in you're best customer voice, smiling and masking the fact that the eye contact with his deep brown eyes made you feel weirdly aware of you're own breathing.

"Yeah, that's it." He looked down to you're hands, working to put the money away while rummaging for the right amount of change.

"Keep it," he nodded in the direction of the money, searching for you're eye contact again. You're eyes were full of surprise. You didn't expect that a customer as gruff looking as him would give you a tip. "Thank you sir." You smiled, delighted that you made a little more money than usually.

He shrugged it off, taking the cigarettes to put them into the pocket of his dark brown leather jacket, turning around much quicker than you would have predicted.

And then he left. The bell jingled again, breaking the trance that he had managed to put you in. And weirdly, you felt more alone the before his appearance. Although it had only been...maybe two minutes, at most three, he had given you a sense of safeness. Which was even weirder because you had never met that man before, right?

You're shift ended, no one came in after the mysterious man. You packed you're things, locked the store and headed straight home.

'Home' for you, was a little house near the border of the little town, you had scraped up all you're savings for. It was you're first time living alone but you felt content. The nice old lady, that had sold you the house, had never understood why a young woman like you would want to live in such a secluded area, if she could still party around. But you just wanted some peace and quiet and, most importantly, you wanted to escape the stress of you're old life. Normally you felt at ease when you were alone.

But were you as alone as you thought?

I hope it's a fun (?) read!

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