ripplestitchskein:

@tnlph​ I dunno how this happened? I saw your post  about your neighbor’s alarm driving you insane and then I wrote this on my phone. It’s pretty silly. And probably could be better, but I hope it helps with your sanity. 

Summary: Emma’s hot neighbor leaves town but accidentally forgets to turn off his alarm, leading to drastic action.

Some pointless CS fluff for tnlph.

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The twenty-four hour corner drug store sold
earplugs, which was both new and welcome information at three in the morning
when she was on the edge of complete and utter insanity.

The clerk gave her an understanding smile but
didn’t comment as he rang up her solitary purchase, taking in her bleary eyes,
snarled hair, and half crazed countenance and correctly assumed small talk was
ill advised.

Four days.

Four days of constant intermittent beeps, loud
and shrill and barely dulled by the paper thin shared wall of her apartment.
 Four days of beep, silence, beep beep, silence, beep beep beep, silence.
Repeat. Over and over, on an endless loop, all day long.

Her hot neighbor in 3B obviously preferred a
standard alarm clock to his phone to rouse him each day, and while she had
noticed its dulcet tones through the drywall before (hot neighbor was a
ridiculously early riser), she had not been subjected to it for so long, and so
continuously.

Hot neighbor was out of town, and had apparently
failed to realize that neglecting to shut off his alarm clock prior to leaving
would slowly and methodically drive her completely and utterly insane.

It had been fine for a day or two, the noise of
the television more or less blocked it out during the day and her nights had
been filled with surveillance on Lucas Whitmore, a probation violator who loved
the ladies and also credit card fraud.

Day three was a trial.

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