#roommate anon

[davidpastrsnack]

and story time. ty and i went shopping and he was holding my hand as we were walking. we went past a jewelry store and he tugged me towards it. i was like “what do we need in there?” and he goes “let’s just go look” and i asked “at what?” and he didnt answer, just walked walked in. ty was looking at chains that he was thinking about getting his brother as a gift. which i knew he was thinking about that so i thought oh ok. but then he moved down to where the engagement rings are and i was like 👀 i walked over and went “whatcha lookin’ at” and he goes “nothing, this one just caught my eye from over there, that’s a huge diamond” and i nodded and went mhmm. and then he goes “these are all silver” and i go “yeah, i see that” then the woman working came over and was like “oh we have gold over on this side if you’d like to see those” and she brought over some gold rings and asked if “anything caught my eye” i just looked over at ty. he goes “i know i catch your eye, but she’s not talking about me” the woman laughed. i glared at him. i was not sure what was happening and what i was supposed to do. like was he was nonchalantly taking me ring shopping or not. but i said which one caught my eye and the lady had me try it.

she overwhelmed me with questions though and ty noticed. so he went back to looking at chains and asking her about that. after we left i go “well, that was a lot” and he goes “yeah, she had a lot of questions” then we were silent for a couple minutes. and i was just waiting for him to bring up the fact that he just kind of took me ring shopping?????? hello!!! and then we went into another store and still did not talk about it 😭 so i asked “so are we going to have a conversation about what that was?” and kate. sometimes i wonder where this man gets the audacity. you want to know his response? he said “was it not obvious what that was?” boy 😑 i said “tyler” and he was like “of course we will talk about it, i actually did want to look at the chains and just figured while we were in there, i might as well start getting some ideas” but then we actually talked more about it at home. i can tell you that too if you want but this ask is already insanely long lol -roommate anon

i don’t even know what to say i’m just smiling😭 the way men just don’t think they need to acknowledge or explain some things never fails to amaze me. but that is actually so sweet and sounds like so much fun, i’m so happy for you🥹 (and yes pls you can always tell me more hehe)

[pop-roxs]

my roommate dragged me into black butler and I now have severe brainrot, specifically for Ronald. his talk shit cringefail antics and boy loser t swag has captivated me. except I’ve only watched the anime and am now deprived of content pls help

well my answer is gonna depend on how much of the anime youve watched. have you seen season 2? how about the ovas? the books? i usually use websites to watch the anime(zoro.to, 9anime, etc) but some streaming services that have it are hulu and netflix. i think maybe crunchyroll too but idk. and then i use mangago to read the manga but since it doesnt update immediately im in a discord server that gives me the translations as they come out. i just searched black butler in where you search for new servers to join. new chapters are still being made(i think on the 16th-18th each month) so be ready for those!!

[machveil]

Y/N: Simon what is that

Roommate!Simon, with a bite mark tattoo on his bicep: Thought it'd look cute :]

OUGH OUGH OH— RAAAHAHHA I’M BITING YOU BECAUSE YOU TRIGGERED MY BRAIN INTO OVERDRIV— [combusts]

Roommate!Simon Riley that has a couple days left before he can return to your shared apartment, return to you. the bite marks he came to base with have all healed and faded, his skin clear again - well, as clear as his skin can be. he wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but he does mourn the loss of those imprints

Roommate!Simon Riley that feels utterly silly, they’re not— it’s not like they’re supposed to be permanent. but he adores them, knowing you had physically changed him for a brief period of time. he’s not usually one to get sentimental, not as though he has much to be sentimental over. you, however, reach that part if him, makes him… god, he hates the word, but he yearns to have a part of you with him

Roommate!Simon Riley that snaps upright in his bed the morning he’s leaving, eyes bleary but heart thumping. he feels like a moron for not thinking of it sooner - a tattoo. your teeth, your bite, permanently decorating his body. it’s not as good as the real thing, but it’s pretty damn close. as soon as he comes in through the door he’s waiting for you to nip, bite, mark him

Roommate!Simon Riley that steps out of the apartment, says he’s off to get something and’ll be back soon. you figure he’s off for groceries, maybe he needs to fill his tank up at a gas station. instead, Simon’s off to the local tattoo shop - his favorite, the one that’s made his arm a piece of art. a fresh bite from this morning prominently sitting just beneath his shoulder, he marches into the shop. when he comes home? to say you’re floored would be an understatement - still slick with tattoo jelly, Simon bites back a smile when you stare at the new addition to his tattoo sleeve

[one-abuse-survivor]

Hey, this is the roommate anon, for hopefully the last time.

I found a place to rent that’s still near to where I work. I’m moving in on Sunday (September 25th). Which is good, cause the new roommates manage to be just as frustrating to deal with. My dad’s been really understanding through all this, it’s almost like he finally understands how badly he’s fucked up over the years

The girl was supposed to be the only one renting the room. When she invited her boyfriend over the first night, she made it seem like it was going to be one night, but he kept staying, and it turned into “I don’t want him living in LA cause I don’t want him getting addicted to drugs again.” She’s also a neat freak, whereas I am not, which has been a bit of a thing. But the things that have really gotten under my skin are that it sort of feels like they are taking over the house, with their plans to rent the whole place once I move out or maybe even buy it, the fact that they’re incredibly loud roommates, and the fact that they keep leaving the window open with the AC on. My dad has come down before on me for that, cause it wastes electricity. And I found out the time he left the window open for a few days, is that it completely fucks up the inside of the house, and doesn’t allow the ac to actually cool it down.

I told my dad that I’d rather someone else buy the house, cause they’ve been inconsiderate, and he’s at least willing to listen to me. I’m still going to have to go no communication with him for a while, but he’s listened to my grievances about these guys. And I’m glad I’ve found another place, because these two are inconsiderate and idiots. It’s been explained to them to not have the AC on with open windows, to only have one or the other, 4 times already, and I think they’ll keep on doing it. The guy said he’s taking the week off work to help her move, but he doesn’t actually seem to go anywhere, so I’m not sure if I trust that. And she works at my job, but she’s shown up, like, one day out of the past week. So, as cruel as this sounds, I’m low key hoping that they’re going to crash and burn a little bit.

But, hopefully this is the last of all the bullshit of the past 5 months. And hopefully this is the last of me letting my dad walk all over me.

Hey, nonnie! I'm glad you found a place to move to and that you didn't have to deal with these new roommates for very long. Just from this ask they sound so frustrating to live with, omg.

I hope your new place turned out to be nice and things continued to go smoothly with your dad, and I hope you were able to enforce your boundaries and prioritise your needs.

I wish you all the best and I hope things have gotten better for you all around! Sending a big hug ❤️

[writtenbymoonflower]

Heyoo! How are you dove? Can I request more roommate!poly!marauders x shy!reader pleasee! Your fics have a special place in my heart

roommate!marauders is my drug <3 thanks for requesting hunny! fem!reader x roommate!marauders

cw: thunderstorms, poor boundaries with roommates

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You didn’t realize the sheer volume of the downpour outside until the chatter of your roommates in the sitting room couldn’t be discerned over the pounding of raindrops reverberating off your window panes. You weren’t complaining, though. You were cozied under a multitude of soft blankets and fluffy pillows, your reading lamp emanating a soft glow onto the pages of your book, the smell of rain wafting into your room. 

That was until your lights slowly flickered a few times, before shutting off completely, leaving you in pitch black darkness. This was shortly followed by a shrill scream, then a crash, making your drop your novel. You untangled yourself from your covers, setting your book back on the bed, before venturing out. You held your hands in front of you as you stumbled around in the dark. You felt around for your doorknob, swinging the door open. You didn’t make it far before you tumbled into a tall torso and lanky limbs. 

“Shit, dove! Sorry! I didn’t see you there.” Remus blindly reached a hand out in an attempt to steady both of you. 

“It’s okay! I think that only raccoons can see in these conditions.” You attempted to joke. He rewarded you with a small chuckle. 

“Are you okay, though? You didn’t fall or anything?” You could hear the worry laced in his tone. It made your heart weirdly warm to know that he was concerned for you. 

“No, I’m all good.” You reassured. “Are you okay? I heard a crash.” You stepped further into the living area, carefully watching your footing. Remus chuckled again. 

“You wanna tell her what happened, lads?” His tone filled with unusual mirth. You could vaguely make out the forms of the other two boys in the dark. You heard Sirius grumble, though it was James who spoke up, much more timidly than typical.

“Well uh- we didn’t expect for the lights to go out, you know? Pads got a little spooked and screamed.” You could feel Remus shaking beside you with nearly-silent laughter. “And uh- Sirius spooked me, I guess. And then I dropped a plate.” He trailed off. Remus was now laughing loudly at his friends’ expense, but you could tell that there was no malice given or received between the boys, with them also joining in. You weren’t laughing, though. You resisted the urge to flounder over to James and check him for injuries. 

“Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?” 

“No we’re okay, babydoll. It’s in the kitchen, we’ll worry about it later. Come over here, though. You’re gonna trip.” Sirius’ hand circled your arm gently, pulling you towards him and James. You weren’t sure what you were in risk of tripping over, but you let him maneuver you as he liked. You were startled by the sound of sparking, making you jump back into Sirius’ chest. 

“Sorry, lovely. Candles.” James set the soft, flickering light onto the coffee table. Remus appeared right beside you again. 

“You’re all jumpy, dove. Are you sure you’re okay?” Remus cooed as James lit another candle. You jumped again as another hand grazed your back. 

“Y-yeah.” The dark was very unsettling. Purple light flashed through the house, quickly followed by a loud boom! 

“EEK!” You weren’t the one who made the sound, but you were pulled onto the settee, tumbling on top of Sirius’ frame, face landing in his inky curls. 

“Christ, Pads.” James flopped down next to your tangled forms. He pulled you off to settle you between him and the high-strung boy. “You’re gonna kill her before the lease is up.” Another wave of thunder clapped through the house, this time Sirius only flinched. James pulled you closer to him in response. 

“Oi! I can’t help it. You know storms make me flighty.” He argued, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to pull you back against him. “It’s okay though, I’ve got this dolly to keep me safe.”

[poughkeepsies]

hey guys. the people on twitter are COOKING I fear

[urhoneycombwitch]

Ok ok hear me out I have a different idea now after reading your phone sex blurb

What about after Eddie comes back from his tour they're out with friends and some other girl is chatting him up, trying to rub up on him in front of reader. And she wants to stake her claim but she can't because he's not hers, not technically; and he isn't into the other girl's attention because he just wants reader, but he can't be too earnest about that bc it'll scare her off.

Do I want them to grind on the dancefloor or have sex in the bathroom? Yeah maybe

foreword: more roommate!Eddie x reader filth. secret situationship fucking at a party style. ty anon <3

wc: 1.8k

cw: secret FWB, Reader with breasts + vagina, femme pet names used, fingering (R receiving), the return of Eddie Cums-In-His-Pants Munson, wee bit angsty, lots of hidden longing

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This party is the most sound your apartment has ever heard- speakers thrumming bass lines through the floorboards, drunken friends’ laughter echoing off walls.

You and Eddie planned ahead, started plotting weeks ago to bribe various neighbors in the building to avoid catching a noise complaint- scratch brownies for the floor below, some pre-rolls handed off across the hall, party invites extended to whoever was in earshot.

Informal karaoke kicked off around midnight, as the room rose in heat from extra bodies and alcoholic flush; Robin and Steve are bringing down the house on the other side of the bathroom door, charming the crowd with a belligerently intoxicated rendition of a Beastie Boys hit.

Eddie’s got you pressed against the sink, your ass to the unforgiving marble of the counter while he teases his teeth over the skin of your neck.

“No marks,” you whisper, fist seizing up at the root of his hair, tugging. He stifles a moan into your skin while you continue to tell him off, voice just under the protective layer of music. “It’s bad enough there’s only one bathroom in this place. Someone’s bound to notice we’re both gone-”

Eddie suddenly drops to his knees, nosing at the strip of skin above your jeans that he lifts your shirt to reveal. Your breath stutters, and he grins before popping the button with his teeth, chocolate eyes eclipsed by the black-lust of his pupils.

“No one’s gonna hear you, ‘cuz you’re not gonna make a sound. Got it?”

The gush of arousal that meets Eddie’s fingers is invitation enough. You rock into his hand, and he angles his fingers up- you take two of them like a dream, as if your cunt had just been waiting to be filled by those long, dexterous digits, cold rings quickly warming to the skin-temperature of your thighs.

“That’s it,” Eddie mumbles, never more mouthy than when he’s face to face with his favorite pastime. And then, as if reading your mind- “Been waitin’ for me all night, hm? Poor thing. So wet…”

Outside, the song rises into a fast guitar solo bridge, quickening along with your breaths. Hoping there’s enough sound barrier, you brace yourself with one hand on the counter while the other buries itself into the heat of Eddie’s scalp.

Soft, dark curls slip between your knuckles, your thumb brushing gently under the layer of bangs to touch the bare skin of his forehead. It’s too tender, too endearing for what the moment calls, in direct contrast with the way Eddie’s plunging into you, the insistent, budging slope of his nose near the pounding apex of your thighs.

“Becca’s gonna notice.” Your thumb tracks a path to Eddie’s temple, so now you’re just cradling his head as he fingers you into oblivion. “You know- ah- Becca? The girl from down the hall that you invited, specially?”

If it wasn’t for the public setting, you’d take more time to calculate which buttons of Eddie’s to push; as it stands, you’re sort of flailing around in the dark, hitting random ones and seeing what lights up.

Seems to do the trick, though- in one fluid motion, Eddie shoves your jeans the rest of the way down and takes one of your knees over his shoulders, giving himself enough room between your legs to dip forward and latch onto on your clit.

His plush lips suck, fervently, in time with the rhythm of his curled fingers, managing to hit into that gummy spot that buckles your knees.

“Well Becca- isn’t- here, right now,” Eddie says, around lapping mouthfuls of you, hand on your hip near-bruising with the force it takes to keep you upright. “Besides, she invited herself.”

“I dunno… you seemed pretty excited to see her.” The muscles of your abdomen clench, then release, your head tipping backwards to thunk against the mirror.

There’s an arch in your spine, now, enough space for Eddie’s hand to migrate from your hip to low back, pulling you more insistently onto his tongue and fingers.

In response, the spot behind your navel tightens again, pleasure swelling with the music. It’s irritating that Eddie thinks you’ll drop the subject in favor of an orgasm, so you aim for another button, lashes fluttering at the ceiling, voice stretched thin as your resolve- “She gonna stay the night? Use the same bathroom you’ve finger-banged some other b-”

The wet, hot pressure on your clit disappears, a whine of protest crawling from your throat before Eddie can smother it with his palm. Luckily, the living room speakers are kind of shitty, crackling with feedback as the song reaches fever pitch volume.

Eddie’s fingers still within you, stretching to depths that make your eyes roll back as he rises to cover the length of your body with his own. His hand is big and warm over the lower half of your face, breath an angry huff by your ear as he growls, low- “It’s probably in your best interest to not finish that sentence.”

It’s some consolation that you have the option to bite. Tempting as that is, you let your glare speak for itself, brows knitting together as Eddie draws back to look at you.

There’s a bead of sweat running down the side of his jaw, disappearing into the curls he’s let loose for the night. The eyeliner you’d carefully applied for him pre-party is blurred from the humidity and exertion, a rosy flush in his cheeks to match.

Eddie crowds your vision, close enough for you to note the tiny freckle under his left eye twitch, and for a moment, everything is just him- all you can see, hear, touch, smell, dopamine flooding in a head spin of hormones that respond despite your best efforts to tamp them down.

The background noise fades away, and it’s just you and Eddie, panting and straining against the other. A squelch, as he adds a third finger, your breasts pushing into the solid expanse of his chest as you squirm up, mindlessly seeking release.

“Be good and come ‘fore this song is over,” he’s saying, thick fingers scissoring, your resounding moan stifled by his palm. “Then I’ll kick everyone out and let you come again.”

It’s the promise of another that undoes you, thighs shaking with the growing wave, lashes tickling Eddie’s knuckles as your eyes slam shut.

He keeps all the points of pressure that you need, plus more- hips pinning the frenetic rolls of your torso, tips of his fingers coaxing bright spasms from the channel of your cunt, forehead pressed like an anchor to your own as your body sings.

The whole time, he’s talking you through it, deep timbre just for your ears with rasping praise and encouragement. “Oh, fuck, sweetheart, that’s it. That’s it. Good. Let it all out. S’just me here, yeah? Just you and me. Fuck…”

By the time your hearing returns, Eddie’s dotting soothing kisses up the curve of your neck, apparently trusting you enough to let his hand drop from your mouth. You take a few deep, shuddering breaths, hand still buried in Eddie’s hair like a lifeline.

He doesn’t seem to mind, taking his sweet time pulling out of you, disentangling himself with lingering touches to any remaining bare skin.

While he tugs your shirt back into place, you turn to face the mirror, smoothing over flyaways and making sure you look somewhat presentable. You let Eddie’s hands roam as your heart rate stutters, working itself back down to normal while he refixes the button of your jeans.

His chin settles on your shoulder, arms twining around your middle; you let him take some of your weight, relaxing into his hold, eyes catching his in the mirror as you ask, quietly, “You want me to wingman for you? She seems nice. And it’s never a bad idea to sleep with someone who lives in your building.”

Eddie snorts, your dry attempt at a joke working wonders, grin on its way to devastating greeting your reflection. “You seriously think I’m the one who needs help? After the time I just showed ya?”

“Well based on my limited data-” your hips grind backwards without warning, and Eddie stiffens, smile slipping from his face as your own wicked grin takes over- “-I’d say you’re the one who came in his pants just from touching me.”

You wriggle in his arms to turn around, noses bumping, lips hovering in a not-quite-kiss as you whisper, “Say please and I’ll run and get you some new pants. Hand-delivered.”

Even with the wall of party noise, there’s a distinctive click as Eddie’s jaw ticks. He acquiesces, though, stopping somewhere just shy of grateful to grit out, “Please.”

You hum, pleased and thoughtful, leaning out of his space to lift a brow- “I think Becca’s into blue-collared boys.”

This fact, you’re basing off the one time you saw a UPS guy at your neighbor’s door. Sounds a lot better if you act like you know what you’re talking about, though, as if the list of things you know about Becca is longer than black hair and occasionally receives packages.

Distance, safety, one and the same, even though what your body begs for is to get closer, to soak all your senses in Eddie again. You wind a particularly pretty curl of his around your index finger. “Those khakis you wore once to Robin’s grad party and then never again- bottom drawer?”

When Eddie nods, he fixes you with a glare, nostrils flaring like he’s about to tell you off.

Before he can, though, you’ve wriggled from his grasp, reaching for the door handle with strict, hissy instructions about locking it after you’re gone and only opening for your special knock.

He obeys, deadbolt sliding into place, door swallowing the noise of the party in your absence.

It’s just Eddie now, leaning into hands over the sink, breathing hard like he hasn’t already blown a load three minutes ago.

The entire length of his middle fingers shimmer in the light, still coated with your arousal.

Eddie’s mouth waters. He thinks about you; how for a second, you were the only thing on his mind, how rare that is, for him to be so singularly focused.

Then he thinks about Becca. And stupid tight fucking dress pants.

The sink water gushes to a start as he jerks the handle on, sudsy hand soap scrubbing away at the smell of you, carrying it down the drain.

By the time you’re back, dreaded pants in hand, Eddie’s fixed an easy smile on his face, bickering at the ready. Almost normal, and certainly familiar.

It’s just simpler to keep some distance. Close quarters aside.

[egregiousmeme-art]

I think you should draw Odile more, i think Odile in your style would be soooooooo cool : >

Of course anon, anything for you (smol kiss)

iSaT Daily Doodle until I post my fucking animatic™: Day 12

Now with more Odile

[nart-is-a-monster]

Petition for more "And They Were Roommates" au fanart?

O7

[beforeimdeceased]

https://www.tumblr.com/beforeimdeceased/747515594171187200/hi-please-send-in-a-request-for-quite-literally

and if i asked for more chaotic roommates 🤲🏻…

you can have some…as a treat

[davidpastrsnack]

i get that. being open like that is hard! but i see that yet in there 👀 pls keep me posted! i know its gonna happen for you tho. omg i guess i should explain myself lol. nothing serious. ive had insane baby fever recently. then ty and i went to a cafe one morning and there was this couple there with their baby who kept looking over and waving at us. and ty was waving back and played peekaboo and it was so cute. i was literally like ok i wanna have his babies rn. but we’re not married yet so our parents would kill us if that happened lol.

ty’s family is great. they always make me feel so welcome 🥺 winning over his younger siblings seemed so scary at first. but i see them like my own younger siblings now too. lol dont worry she heard it from me. and she got the older sister “youre beautiful and you need to start acting more confident” talk. she literally facetimed me a couple weekends ago to ask what she should wear bc she was going to the last basketball game with her friends lol. she was just chatting with me while doing her makeup when ty came home. and he asked her where she was going. she said to hangout with friends and he said “no boys though, right?” and she goes “tyler, stop being annoying” 💀 i was like no, i’m not mediating a facetime sibling debacle. you guys can have your own call for that. ty rolled his eyes but kissed me and said he was gonna get started on dinner. a smart man. he is so protective of her though. its so sweet bc you can tell its just bc he doesnt want her to get hurt, but he does want her to be happy. which does not help the i want to have your children feelings lol. -roommate anon

i will hehe. omg okay okay we can handle some baby fever lol. stop that’s adorable tho and not fair

oh it’s so scary, but that’s amazing that they love you sm🥹 hahah okay good glad you told her that. stop she called you?? she loveeesss you. aww that’s so sweet!!

[pop-roxs]

hi what color is Ronald’s hair this is for science (roommate and i have been been fighting for 3 days about this for 3 days three t ) 3

i say he blonde but i dont really care what hair color you say he has

[allpiesforourown]

You guys want them to fuck SO BADDD

[one-abuse-survivor]

Hey, this is the roommate anon.

Sorry that I’m sending you so many asks as of late. I just need to vent.

So, my antidepressants ran out about a week ago, and I’m having trouble with finding a psychiatrist covered by my new insurance. Withdrawal is not fun, but I’m surviving. And doing better emotionally than I thought I would.

My dad said he was gonna move back into the mobile home for 12 days, starting today. Instead, he went dancing with his girlfriend, and Isn’t spending 12 days here. I told him a few weeks ago that I would move out if he ever went back on his word. So, I left him a message this evening saying that I am moving out in a week. I gave him half an hour to respond, and told him that, after that , if he wanted to talk, he could come over. This is happening after I helped a friend rent a car, and she extended it twice and didn’t tell me until after she did it each time.

I know this is an extreme decision, especially since I’m going to be homeless unless I can find a place in the next week. But I’m so tired of people ignoring my boundaries. I’d rather be homeless than rent from a man who sees what other people walking over my boundaries has done to me, and still does it. I’m just so fucking tired of people doing this shit. Especially when my dad knows I’m going through withdrawals. Like I said, I’m doing better than I thought I would, but I think that’s because I’m finally starting to be firm in my boundaries. Case in point, I told my dad I’d move out if he didn’t honor his word, and now he broke his word.

I’m looking for a place to live. It sucks that all this is happening literally right after my birthday. Honestly, the main thing keeping me going right now is the fact that I want to get revenge on my dad. I know that doesn’t sound nice or peaceful, or really even healthy, but I am so past that shit. He deserves to suffer as much as he has made me suffer. I don’t know if I believe in god or heaven or hell, or whatever, but I hope there is. I don’t think people should go to hell forever, just for long enough for them to truly understand the suffering they caused other people. That’s what I want to happen to my dad. I want him to understand all the suffering he put me through in my life, and I want him to feel truly terrible and sorry and repentant for what he’s done to me.

(pasting your next two asks here as well so I can reply in one go)

Hey, roommate/dad anon here.

So, update. I’m not gonna move out right away, but I did tell my dad that he either has to choose me, or once my housing is sorted, I’m not going to have a relationship with him ever again, and I made sure that he knew that it’s cause him consistently treating my needs, wants, and boundaries like this is really bad for my mental health, and that if he’s gonna stay with his girlfriend, who always manipulates him into doing things like that, than he’s just going to keep doing that. I know he loves me, cause he always tells me, but he doesn’t act like it. His actions directly counter his words. I’m a big believer that you can use words all you want, at a certain point you’re going to need to back it up with action. It’s definitely something I struggle with, but I’m getting better, at least a little bit.

So, I’m staying here until I get another place, mainly cause I already paid for September.

Hey. Roommate/dad anon.

So, I’m not living in my car. Since I had already paid for September, I’m staying here. My dad has been really understanding, which is great, but doesn’t change how he treated me. And, as soon as I’m able to find a place that works for me, I’m moving out, and going no contact with him. I love him, but it hurts that he has consistently broken promises or neglected me emotionally, and that he’s not willing to make the choice to be there for me emotionally the way I need him to be for me to keep him in my life.

Hi again, nonnie. I'm glad you didn't have to resort to living in your car in the end, but were still able to set clear boundaries with your dad. It sounds like you've made the best decision for your well-being, even if it's an impossibly hard one. I'm glad to hear he was understanding of the situation and of your boundaries through this process, and really sorry he couldn't be the dad you wanted him to be.

He made his choice not to be there for you in action (only in words), and you made it very clear what would happen if he didn't change his ways. He didn't, and that's on him.

I'll reply to your last ask separately, and end this reply by saying I'm really proud of you for taking care of yourself despite how much you were struggling. Sending a big virtual hug ❤️

[ooowyn]

i keep reading fics where akira is scared of scary movies and i love that for him. ryo’s not impressed by the inaccuracies of blood splatter.

[stargirlrchive]

toxic!roommate simon would probably beat the fuck out a guy if he sees you flirting with another. would beat him to pulp that his face ain’t even going to be recognizable anymore. ending it with ‘stay. the fuck. away. from her’ and spit on his face. jesus I’m fucking deranged

no im actually so unwell, he’s such a lil shit but he’s intentions are good… sorta

but can u imagine, like ur so confused over whatever the hell is going on w u and simon bc he gives you so much affection and tenderness then leaves you desperate and yearning after anything happens.

but when you mention that you’re going out he gets all pissy, especially when he sees what you’re wearing.

he follows you, obviously. and you’re completely unaware. his sweet girl, always so oblivious.

and when he sees that slimy ass guy gripping at your waist and touching on you, he gets blinded with anger.

the anger and ache in his chest eases, only a bit, when he sees you gently pushing the man away. excusing yourself as you walk towards the bathroom.

and he sees the man you were dancing with you follow after you, the lazy smirk on his face instantly wiped away as simon yanks him back and slams him so hard into the nearest wall that his vision goes blurry.

growling in his ear to leave you the fuck alone.

and the satisfaction that licks at simon as he notices the fear in his eyes is unlike anything else. shoving him back one last time before he walks over to wait for you.

you practically stumble into his chest and your lips part when you realize it’s simon. your simon.

you’re about to ask him what he’s doing here but his lips hover over yours before his fingers grip at your hips, tugging you closer.

his lips brush against your ear before he nips at it softly, “time to get you home, sweet girl.”