Bill Skarsgård • Roman Godfrey Imagines

Neighbors-Axel Cluney

I'm thinking about making this a lil series, tell me what you think!

Enjoy <3

The music throbs through the thin walls for the fifth consecutive night in a row, leaving your head aching and annoyance boiling in your blood. Whoever the new neighbor is, sure as hell has to be some high school kid with no respect for those around them. That's the only person you can imagine being so damn ignorant to those around them.

No grown adult would mindlessly blare punk rock anthems at eleven o'clock at night, and keep in mind that isn't even the only thing you hear from him, if it's a him at all. The sound of girls moaning and pleasure filled screams are what's being heard behind your walls when the loud music isn't being played. 

Very inviting, isn't it?

It's been nearly an hour, and with each of your nerves on end; cheeks hot from anger and eyes red from your lack of sleep, you decide to go and confront the delinquent. Whatever kid resides behind that door is going to get an ear full, and you aren't going to hold back.

You throw the pillow you'd been half suffocating yourself with out of frustration, off of your face and onto the floor, your body sitting up with the speed of someone far less tired than you are. Anger is one hell of an energy booster. You push your feet into a pair of fluffy slippers and cross your arms over your chest, your old red t shirt long, and nearly covering the black and white lounging shorts underneath.

You stomp your way over to your door, which isn't that far away considering you have a studio apartment. Living in a small space makes the noises you hear ten times louder, which is very unfortunate in your case. You've heard things no human should be forced to hear.

You swing your front door open with an angry force, your mind set on chewing out the person who has taken a residency in the room next to your own. The door slams shut as you march into the small hallway, your feet scuffing against the colorfully carpeted flooring. Your building sure does love budgeting.

It takes you a mere second before you're standing in front of the white, paint chipped door belonging to the asshole neighbor; the number 105 hanging crookedly in the center. Your right fist fearlessly makes contact with the hard wood, your knuckles turning red as you feel the anger build up inside of you further while you pound away at the door.

No answer.

You bang harder, finally yelling "Hey! Open up!" Only a tad bit of nervousness forming in the pit of your stomach as you raise your voice. You've never been one to engage in violence or conflict, but you'll be damned if some asshole teenage boy keeps you from getting a nights rest.

The loud, noisy music on the other side seems to fade a smidge, and your fist comes back down to your side as you assume he's turned it down. You keep your head high as heavy, lazy footsteps approach closer and closer, your fiery gaze not faltering a bit as the metal doorknob twists.

That's when the door comes open, and the perpetrator comes into view. Definitely not a teenage boy. You think to yourself, swallowing the lump in your throat as you find yourself having to crane your neck upwards to even look at him when the fluorescent hallway lighting illuminates his trim figure. Your eyes get a clear view of his slim naked torso, that's really not naked at all due to the covering of black ink tattoos. I repeat, not a teenage boy.

Your gaze moves upwards, past his protruding collarbones and smooth neck, also covered in a few crude markings. Your eyes finally fixate on the blazing green irises set deep into the sharp featured face of your neighbor. His pink lips are formed into points at the corners, giving him an almost Cheshire Cat-like appearance even when his expression is ions away from anything close to happy.

"Can I help you, dollface?" His snide voice snaps you out of the shock induced trance you are trapped in, the deep and gravely tone of it making you straighten your posture. "Yes, you can actually. For the past five nights I've had to listen to you blare whatever that is." You gesture behind him, to wherever the presumed stereo system lies.

"And on top of that I've had to hear the god awful sounds of different women every night and banging against my wall, and I happen to have a job, do you know what that is? It's where people have to work and do shit to survive and I'd love to be able to sleep at least once a week to have energy to actually go out and do something for myself, so please, turn the music off." You finish, breathing heavily and finding your heart beating dangerously fast behind your ribcage.

He stays silent for a moment, his tongue in his cheek as a smirk forms on the plump lining of his lips. He switches his weight to the other foot, and you realize now that he wasn't even standing up straight the whole time, half of his lean body perched against the old doorframe.

"You really have a lot of anger bottled up in badly dressed body of yours huh?" He snorts while raising a brow, clearly unaffected by your little outburst.

You take a deep breath, trying not to completely lose it. "I'm badly dressed? You're wearing a pair of basketball shorts with holes in them and you're not even wearing a shirt-you know what that's not the fucking point jackass." You spit, crossing your arms again.

"And so what is the point, sugar? My music is bothering you? Fine, I'll lower it, all you had to do was ask nicely, but instead you come over here like a mad woman and then assume I don't have a job, which I do in fact." He begins, stepping closer and standing to his full height. 'Do people this tall really exist?' You think to yourself. Don't let him intimidate you.

"And honestly, the only reason moaning would bother anyone, is if that person hasn't gotten laid in a really long time. If you want to come over and get your turn that's fine by me, I can share." He smirks with satisfaction as he watches your expression twist into one of shock, your eyes widening.

"You're a dick. I didn't want to come over here in the first place, because I'm a nice person, which clearly you aren't. And for the record, I'm only a mad woman when someone blatantly disrespects someone else's space and boundaries. If it doesn't stop, I'll call the police."

His expression remains the same. "I can't say I really enjoyed your time, bye now." You finish with an admittedly bitchy tone of voice, turning on your heels and walking away, giving him one last glare as you do so.

Who does this dickhead think he is? "If you want to come over and get your turn that's fine by me, I can share." As if you would ever sleep with such an ignorant, gross, pretentious prick of a man.

"Hey, your Highness!" The man yells from behind you, sarcasm and exaggerated humor dripping from every word. You reluctantly stop and turn back around, rolling your eyes in the process. You only respond by raising your brow, still giving him the same caustic glare as before. "My name is Axel."

"Lovely, goodbye." You let his introduction roll off of your shoulders as you  wrap your hands around the cold doorknob belonging to your apartment. "You're not gonna tell me yours? Not even after all of those insults you threw at me, in front of my own home." He's snide and mischievous with the way he speaks, almost making you want to physically fight him. He might have the height advantage but you've got some leg power. Right in the gonads.

"Hmm, why don't you just choose between all the nicknames you've given me within the three minutes we talked? Those should hold you over." You push your door open, his bright eyes and darkly stubbled face being the last thing you see before you enter your own house.

He stands for a moment, still registering everything that just happened. He scoffs and chuckles at the same time, running a set of his slender fingers through the messy dark hair atop his head. "This should be fun." He mutters, stepping back into the dim confines of his apartment before slamming the door shut.

Being neighbors with him is definitely going to be harder than you anticipated.

Hi!!!! So I had a series idea that I'm postponing until further notice cause honestly people just weren't feeling it lmao

BUT I am very very excited to be writing about this dirty lil fucker again, and I hope all of you enjoyed this as well!

Part 2?

Luv u ☺️❤️-xx