No prior notice before showings in my apartment?

As the title states, during my junior year in college I lived in an apartment complex where the landlords didn’t give any prior notice before showings. What they would do is give you a card with all the days and times there could be showings with most of them circled. They always argued this was enough of a notice. I realize it’s illegal, but knew that I’d probably have to go to court to deal with it that way. Another tenant had tried to discuss this with the landlords who told him he was “just a college student and they were a complany. They’d just say they gave notices and they would win.” They also made a snide comment about my partner and I sleeping when they came unannounced one morning.

I started leaving any sex toys or supplies I had out in plain view all over the apartment whenever I left. Vibrators, condoms, a pair of handcuffs… just as uncomfortable as I could make it look. Kept it up for about two weeks. Then, one day, I got a phone call from the landlord. She was informing me of a showing the next day between 2:30 and 3. From then on, I got regular notices for showings.

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Stories are all around us, caught in the throats of the strangers you walk past and scrawled on the pages of locked diaries. They’re in love letters that were never sent and between the lines of every conversation ever spoken. Just because your story’s not written down doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.
—  Jodi Picoult and Samantha van Leer, Off the Page

Imagine being cursed to have adventures.

You run out of milk for cereal and have to go to the grocery store. You leave for the grocery store at 9am on a Tuesday. On the way there you’re stopped no less than three times to fight trolls and save puppies and have to go on a side quest to retrieve a magic vial for some lady that claims to really be a dragon. You get the damn vial because you just know that if you refuse you’re probably going to have to turn into an impromptu dragon slayer and rally the town to defend against her.

You get to the grocery store three days later, bloody and battered. You figure you might as well do the rest of your grocery shopping. A man beside you reaches out and grabs an apple from the stand. He promptly falls into a magically coma. You recognize the man as the prince from the neighbouring kingdom. If he dies war will come to your lands. You hang your head and sigh. The magical vial that you gave the dragon has the antidote inside. You have to become an impromptu dragon slayer and rally the town to defeat her after all.

Nearly a month later you get back to your house with groceries only to find out that the power has been turned off because you haven’t paid the bill in a while because of all these damned adventures. You’ll get it sorted out tomorrow. You put your groceries away and then decide to take a well earned nap.

The Queen of the Fairy Realm contacts you in your sleep. Her lands are in danger and only you can save them. You are never going to get around to paying your power bill or eating that cereal.

He kept running.

Running from everything he hated about himself. Running from all his mistakes. Running from his own mind. But when she planted her lips across his, the love she had for him traveling the millions of particles between them, the thought about finally facing who he was crossed his mind.

If she loved who he was, maybe he could too.

—  @ixnpitt

The screams were what tortured him the most.

Each night he fell asleep to  the dry sobs of men who prayed to gods that had long since forsaken them. They pleaded to the ceilings  of their cells, for a swift end to their suffering. Others cursed their Makers, claimed this torturous existence to be a cruel and merciless joke. Every night was the same, and every morning brought a fresh wave of pain.

They asked their questions, and he responded with silence, and when he was finally punished for his impudence, when they beat and mangled his emaciated form, he joined his voice to the chorus of those held in captivity. 


His name interrupted the thunderous pounding of iron boots to cobblestone as They marched to retrieve Their next victim in the line of questioning, the word spoken from a voice so pure it cut through everything like a beam of light through darkness.

He remembered the sound of it all too well, and a few spare months had done little to rob him of Her. The gruesome images conjured within his psyche broke away until he was chasing the woman through a familiar landscape of evergreen woods, and as he stretched to join her, she remained just barely out of reach.

Caelric. Her voice like bells.

I’m coming. Just a little bit…


Wait for me, please. 


I awoke with an unflattering snort in an unfamiliar landscape and a hand on my shoulder shaking me roughly. To wake me up, I presumed. I felt sluggish and lethargic, unable to piece together what was going on fast enough. I was in my bed. In my room. A fairly good start. The person attached to the hand however, remained wholly foreign to me.A blonde, bare as the day her mother had bore her. Tracy. No, Lynn. My memory on the matter was kind of foggy, but I was fairly certain it was one of those two.

“You were talking in your sleep.” She explained, giving me an odd look that I’d learned to get used to and over fairly quick when one night stands stuck around for the morning show.

“Drugs must’ve been shit.” It was a weak excuse, especially given the cold sweat that had left my resting spot damp, and me shaking like a small dog holding in a large shit. 

“Whatever.” The response flippant and offhanded. “Where’s your bathroom?” With one lazy motion, I gestured down the hall, pressing the heel of my palm into my left eye, as if this alone could halt the incessant pounding in the space between my ears. Lynn pushed up from my bed, not even bothering with modesty. I had to hand it to her. Woman lacked shame, not that she had anything to be ashamed of. Given the copious amounts of alcohol I’d consumed, I figured I could have done far worse in the random hook-up department.

With a moment to myself, I tried to work through the blurry haze of alcohol and somnus, the vivid imagery that was more fact than fiction still my mind. Three months and I still went cold at the thought of what I’d been through. I guess for most people, that’s a fairly fresh experience but I wanted to be over it. Probably why I drowned out all cohesive thought with self-prescribed sedatives during my waking hours. Everyone heals in their own way, though most probably wouldn’t have called my self-destructive tendencies ‘healing’. Those people can go fuck themselves.

By the time Lynn returned from the bathroom, I’d already pulled some boxers on and an undershirt, moving to take my turn in the little boy’s facilities. Once I’d relieved the stress on my bladder, I made a stop by the medicine cabinet, grabbing a few capsuled fixes. I’d forgotten what most of the colorful little treats did at this point but they kept me level. Lynn was dressing herself when I got out, preparing for departure, so I turned up the charm for hope of future investment.

“You know, if you get bored some time, you can stop by again. Place is always open.” I offered an inviting grin which was met with a wry smirk. “I might, if you ask nice.” The cheeky response was basically confirmation, and I counted the endeavor a win. I escorted her out, giving a singular wave.  “See you later, Lynn.” The rigid and sudden halt to in her step confirmed that I had indeed gotten the name wrong and she spun around so fast I had no time to react, taking the brunt of her hand full on across the cheek.“Ouch! Fuck! Tracy! I meant Tracy!” I was trying to go for damage control but even that failed to yield the wanted results.

“My name is Jennifer, you fucking asshole.”  Whoops. Jennifer stormed off and I didn’t even bother to stop her this time. The way she drove her heels down as she walked made me certain she was imagining my vital body parts as the ground. “Smooth one, Ric.” The voice nearly made me piss myself, and I whirled around, ready to swing at the unexpected visitor.“Easy, Killer! It’s just me.” ‘Just Me’ was Francois, an Elezen with the Yellow Jackets, his hands held up defensively. “Holy shit, Frank, you almost fucking died just now.” The guy hated when I called him that, but I did it out of principle. I hated when people sneaked up on me.

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“Do you have a moment?” Francois made a motion to my open door and I sighed, gesturing for him to step inside.

This should be fun.

Save some for the dogs.

This happened such a long time ago I mostly remember it from it being told over and over again. I was probably 4 or 5 at the time.

I used to live with my grandparents while my mom finished college. My grandpa, Poppy, loves ice cream and every night we’d sit on the couch and eat ice cream together while he sings “I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream!” When we finished we would put our bowls on the ground for their two dogs to lick clean.

One night we were finishing up and I still had a bit left, only like a bite or two but still, and Poppy takes it from me and places it on the ground saying “Save some for the dogs.” I was upset, but I didn’t throw a fit.

A couple nights later we are having ice cream again. Poppy barely takes a couple bites of his when I suddenly grab his bowl and gave it to the dogs saying “Save some for the dogs.”

My grandma was laughing her head off. To this day it’s one of her favorite stories to tell.

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Trying to cut the line so I will serve you quicker? I don't think so.

I work at Target, and this happened on Boxing day. This time of year it is always busy, and we had a line of around 10 customers waiting to be served. We sometimes have customers attempting to cut the line by walking through the way that they are meant to leave after purchasing their items, and that was the case with this lady.

After I am finishing serving a customer and my register is open, a lady practically runs from the entrance of the store, pushing in front of many customers and puts a pair of shoes on my counter, demanding a refund. Now, our store recently had a policy change so all refunds are handled at the layby counter, which is located at the back of the store, but I decided not to tell her that.

“Sorry ma'am, but you will have to go to the back of the line and wait like everybody else”.

She was clearly frustrated, but complied. After 5 or so minutes had passed and I had served several other customers, she once again appears at my counter with the item she wanted refunded. Trying to hide the grin from my face I said “Oh, did you want a refund? They are handled at the layby counter, which is at the back of the store.”

She was livid. After yelling at me and demanding to see a manager, my supervisor (Who had seen the whole incident) walked over and explained that it was clearly an honest mistake on my part, and she needed to go to the layby counter.

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Business & Pleasure


It was a busy day at the office, which I hated. I didn’t even have one chance to show off the outfit I was wearing today from all the paper work handed to me and calls that were blowing up about people trying to book events at basically the hottest club in LA, Vanity.

I finally finished the large stack of papers that was placed on my desk hours ago and leaned back in my chair for a moment taking a break. The phone rang once again, but this time it was my boss, Aubrey, I quickly answered with no hesitation.

“Yes sir?” I cleared my throat, slightly biting my bottom lip. I low key had the biggest crush on him, but he was so intimidating. Sometimes we’d make eye contact and smile in a flirting way, but I honestly didn’t think of it because I knew he could do so much better and he has.

“I’m going to need you to come in for a moment to talk.” He stated and I didn’t question.

“Yes sir, I’ll be right there.” I hung up and stood up, finally I was able to show off my little outfit I had obviously picked out for him. I wore a tight short black pencil skirt with a nice light pink button down shirt tucked in, a few of my top buttons open reveling a little something but not too much, along with nude pumps and my hair waved down past my shoulders calmly.

I had been his secretary for a few months now and I know it was wrong of me to think of him in the ways I did since he was after all my boss, but it was so hard not to. I finally made my way to his office, which was down the hall. Two of his close friends were sitting around joking with him as I knocked softly and peeked in. He nodded at them as if to walk out and they did. I stood there quietly waiting for him to speak.

“Sorry its been such a busy day for you, I know it hasn’t been like that in a minute, but it’s a good thing you know” he slightly smiled at me and brought up the pencil he had in his hand to his lip biting it for a moment and then letting it go. Damn was all I could think.

“No worries, I love working,” I lied through my teeth, but I couldn’t have him know I hated the over load.

“I’m glad,” he chuckled and motioned for me to come closer to his desk where he placed a paper down facing me, “you forgot to sign here for one of the event forms” he tapped the spot and gave me a pen.

“O-Oh I’m so sorry about that” I frowned a little because that was unlike me as much as I disliked working, but I couldn’t have this little mistake get me fired, he could replace me in a second. I grabbed the pen and slightly bent over signing the spot he pointed it.

           “You look good today” he said in a smooth voice as I glanced up and could see him softly licking his bottom lip, I slightly bit my lip thinking maybe I heard wrong.

“Im sorry?” I put the pen down and slightly smiled.

“I said you look good” he took the paper back and put it in the stack, clicking the pen closed.

“Thank you sir, I apologize again for the form” I rubbed my arm using my other hand not sure what to say or do.

“Don’t worry about it, I know you’re a hard worker, in fact I was going to ask your opinion on some changes I wanted to make to the club” he pulled out a file and motioned for me to come behind the desk next to him, I bit my lip nervously but made my way with no comments. He showed me some photos and ideas he had and I smiled at the fact that he was sharing things with me and asking for my opinion as if it even mattered.

           “Do you think this one would look better or this one?” he pointed at two different photos of dance floors and studied them for a few moments as I was bent over next to him at his desk doing the same. He softly placed his placed his hand on my ass as I quickly then jumped up, I pressed my lips together embarrassed at my reaction.

           “Are you okay Candace?” he looked up at me innocently almost.

           “Yes, I’m fine, sorry about that.” I slightly smiled trying to shrug it off thinking maybe he didn’t mean to.

           “You have a nice ass, I gotta say” he took a glance at it again and shifted in his big leather seat. I cleared my throat a little stunned at his words, but I was so glad he noticed, just deciding to play it off.

           “I don’t think that’s very appropriate for work sir” I slightly laughed trying not to blush.

           “Well I don’t think that’s a very appropriate work outfit, Candace.” He raised his eyebrow eying my whole body before looking back at me. I swallowed hard unsure what he meant by that. He stood up towering over me even in my high heals.


           She looked so damn fine right now. I had been eyeing her since I hired her a few months ago, but I feel like she was a little to clueless to realize. Just how I liked them. She looked scared and that made me happy. I didn’t let anyone step over me or get too comfortable, this was a business I was running after all.

           I could see down her not fully buttoned shirt, her breasts looked like the perfect size and I had been waiting to see them.

           “I-I really apologize, sir.” She shifted uncomfortable; I loved it when she called me sir.

           “Nothing to apologize for, like I said, you look good.” I slightly licked my bottom lip and slowly moved my hand to the buttons on her shirt that was closed. I didn’t have to wait or hesitated because we both knew she dressed up like this for me and no one else. She stood still not saying a word as I reached the last button I could reach, I parted the shirt open casually looking at her perfectly placed tits in her bra.

           “Damn.” I mumbled to myself as she softly blushed, I leaned in placing softly kisses on her bare neck and chest as he leaned against my desk. A soft moan escaped her lips as I placed my hands on her small waist bringing her a little closer.

           “S-Sir, we shouldn’t do this” she bit her lip and looked at me placing her hand on my chest.

           “Why not?” I knew I didn’t have the signs fucked up.

           “Wont the others working hear us?” she said softly as I looked at her for a moment without saying a word before laughing.

           “Do you really think I give a fuck if they hear us Candace? I run this place. I hope they hear us. I hope they know I’m about to fuck the shit out of the sexiest girl here.” I growled into her ear before pulling her back closer to me.


I was in awe at the words that had just come out of his mouth. He wanted to fuck me and I don’t think I have ever been this turned on in my entire life. His kisses were like heaven on my neck and chest and I didn’t want it to ever stop. He finally kissed his way up from my chest all the way to my lips as I took them in happily. They were full and everything I dreamt about since the moment I saw him.

His tongue slowly slide against my bottom lip asking for entrance letting our tongues then meet, he picked me up placing me down on the desk before pulling out my tucked in shirt and throwing it off. He proceeded to take off my bra as he pulled away from the kiss ready to study them.

“Even better than I imagined them” he smirked as I blushed, I never though he was one to imagine me being naked, because I always thought that about him. He pushed me back to lie on the desk as my legs hung off; he leaned forward to hover over me and took one nipple into his mouth softly sucking on it before biting it and moving to the next.

“F-fuck,” a soft moan escaped my lips as I placed my hand on the back of his neck softly rubbing it.

“You’re so fine, Candace” he groaned softly before gripping both of my boobs and squeezing them and moving his hands down to the top of my skirt pulling it off.

The only thing holding me back from being fully naked right now was my thin lace thong. He ran his hands up and down my thick thighs and smiled.

“I think its your turn” I sat up and eyed him, moving my hands to unbutton his business shirt and pushing it off. His chest was toned and a beautiful caramel color, I leaned in and kissed his pecks softly before moving my hand down his abs to undo his pants.

“You like?” his voice sounded a little cocky as I unbuttoned his pants. I looked up at him and smirked.

“You’re always here, I didn’t even know you had time to work out like that.

“I make time to look good” he smirked and let me push his pants down. I could see his hard on through his boxers. I pulled them down as his hard on sprung out, he was big.

“Wow” I bit my lip wanting to please him so bad.

“You look surprised?” he chuckled

“I’ve just never experienced anything with anyone this…big” I said softly before hoping off the desk and pushing him back to sit in his leather seat, I got down on my knees in front of him and leaned forward taking him into my mouth. He softly stroked my hair as I made my way up and down his large shaft. I slowly let my tongue play with his tip as I tried my best to get him all into my mouth.

“Damn baby girl” he groaned softly and kept stroking my hair, I liked that he was doing that. I went further down feeling him hit the back of my throat, that cause him to grip my hair a bit, but I smiled. I hummed softly to send small vibrations from my mouth through his dick.

“Fuck Candace, I’m gunna cum” he growled as I felt his hard on stiffen in my mouth and release. I honestly wasn’t a fan of swallowing, but I wanted him to be proud of me so I did what I had to do. He caught his breath for a moment and looked at me as I got up from my knees.

“Good girl, I didn’t expect that from you” he smiled and patted his naked lap. I slowly straddled him on his seat as he smirked.

“You have a gorgeous body” he stared at it and placed his hands on my hips trailing down to my thighs and back up.

“Not so bad yourself, boss” I smirked at him before letting out a soft giggle.

“You can call me Aubrey baby girl, as much as I love it when you call me sir” he slowly licked his bottom lip and I was ready to take him in then and there.

“Fuck me..” I leaned in to his ear and whispered softly. He nodded and moved his hand down to my thong moving it to the side before softly rubbing my inside. I let out a soft moan from the feeling.

“Damn you’re so wet” he lifted me up and moved my panties further to the side before sliding me down on to his rock hard erection, I bit my lip hard trying to adjust to his size. I leaned my head on his shoulder placing my hands there to for balance. I slowly began to move my hips up and down as he helped me out.

“F-Fuck…” was all I could mumble, I leaned my head back for a moment trying to contain the pleasure as he leaned in forward kissing my neck all over. His hands gripped at my hips harder as he fastened the pace, I was bouncing on him.

“You’re so tight, Candace” he mumbled and lifted me up off of him and getting up, he picked me up and placed me on his desk before spreading my legs further, ripping my thong off and thrusting into me hard.

“Shit” I groaned as I could feel him hitting the back of me, I wrapped my legs around his waist as he continues to thrust hard and deep. He moved his hands down to grip my ass pushing me further towards him hearing our bodies collide each time. I moved my right hand around his neck stroking the back of his neck. I leaned in and kissed him deeply as I felt myself get closer to my orgasm. He softly sucked on my bottom lip before I pulled away and pressed my forehead against his.

“I-I’m close, Aubrey” I moaned loudly as he speed up his thrusts moving his hands to my thighs gripping them.

“Hold it baby girl” he leaned down kissing my neck and softly sucking on it. I couldn’t hold it any longer and my legs began to shake.

“A-Aubrey…” I moaned again leaning my head back and letting my eyes roll back in pleasure.

“Cum for me, Candace” he whispered in my ear and I lost it climaxing hard. He pulled out before releasing all over my stomach and thighs. I tried to catch my breath still holding on to his sweating body.

“We must do this again” he chuckled as I slowly let him go. He moved away and picked up all his clothes putting them back on.

“Maybe next time we could figure out something more… private” I laughed a little picked up my ripped thong, frowning a little.

“Sorry, it was in the way” he shrugged as I threw it away in the trash bin, putting on the rest of my clothes.

“Guess I’m going commando than” I fixed myself before looking over at him.

“I’ll be the only know who knows that so make sure at the end of the day you come back for seconds” he smirked and sat back in his seat.

“I’ll think about it” I smiled and shrugged.

“You’ll think about it?” he raised an eyebrow getting closer to his desk as I now stood on the other side.

“Its never good to mix business with pleasure, sir” I smirked at him opening the door.

“Too late, make sure your fine ass is here at 6p.m. sharp” he said in a stern voice.

“Yes, sir” I bit my lip eyeing him before walking out.
it ain't no sin to be glad you're alive - victoria_p (musesfool) - Captain America (Movies) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

it ain’t no sin to be glad you’re alive (2005 words) by victoria_p
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Captain America (Movies)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers
Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes
Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Schmoop, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot
Summary: Steve wants to make sure Bucky knows how he feels about him, especially after all those years they kept silent, and then all those years they’d lost.

Can't wait to out your groceries on the conveyer?

I went to the market yesterday and got about 25 different items. The market wasn’t crazy busy or anything. Found a cashier with no wait and started putting my groceries on the conveyer. I seriously had put like 3 items when a person shows up behind me. He grabs the little separator and places it right behind my stuff and starts putting his groceries right behind my stuff. No room for me to place my stuff unless I start stacking stuff on top of stuff if other groceries. Screw that. I ignored the divider and started just putting my stuff on top of his stuff. Got a loaf of bread? I’ll put my bananas on top of it. Oh you got soup? My soup will be on top. He made a shit face and started moving his stuff back.

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I am going 10 over, still tailgating me? Here, let me show you something..

I am driving to work a few months ago and getting close, I have two turns remaining until I turn into the building. It is just a few blocks away. All side streets, no highways involved. This guy behind me is in a black bmw, and he is on my a** the whole time. I see him checking his phone, then making angry faces at me and getting closer and closer. I speed up a bit, thinking it might calm him down. 5 over, nope. Anyway, I make the first turn, and am now on the street where my building is, maybe 600 yards up ahead. The a**hole is still behind me, driving inches from behind me and obviously pissed that I am still going the speed limit, (maybe 35 on this street). So I speed up a bit and see he does the same.

I drive an eight year old Toyota truck, not one of the big huge ones, but not one of the small ones. I do have all terrain tires, and I have certainly driven through pastures, over rocks, popped a curb or 10 in my time. My suspension is in good shape and have no problem treating my decade old truck like a truck.

Well as I get closer to my building there is a large speed bump in the street, effectively to get people to slow down as they approach the parking garage entrances. I look back and see a**hole still riding my bumper. I remember thinking to myself I need to slow down for this speed bump, and looking back and thinking, if I hit my brakes, this guy is going to hit me.. The plan takes shape in my mind and I speed up..

I am doing about 45 when I hit that speed bump, and yeehaw.. I did a bit of a jump and land, never once touching my brakes. Didn’t even tap them. I gave him zero warning for what was about to happen.

I am watching my rear-view window intensely during this because I wanted to see his reaction. He was cradling his cell phone between his ear and shoulder when he hit. His hood bucked up behind me, then slams to the ground. I see him go flying out of his seat straight up. He slams his head on the roof of his bmw and his head rolls sideways from impact. Then he slams back into his seat violently. He has a total “wtf was that” look on his face as he grabs the wheel with both hands to recover.

… and yes, he slowed right the f*ck down after that.

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The saddest moment in a person’s life is when they have to hold themselves together as they are falling apart because nobody cares enough to ask. It was the one thing she would never wish upon anyone else, because right now she is falling apart and she wishes someone would help hold her together.
—  Excerpt from a book I will never write