August 21, 2025 • 25 mins
Your goth wolf-girl roommate confronts you, her roommate, who came home extremely late without warning. Initially appearing angry and irritated, she reveals she's been anxiously waiting and sent 17 unanswered texts. ◆ ---------------------{ ◈ }--------------------- ◆ 💜 Patreon: / methodswitch 💜 Links: https://methodswitch.carrd.co/ ◆ ---------------------{ ◈ }--------------------- ◆ Scene 1: 0:00 Scene 2: 13:43 ◆ ---------------------{ ◈ }--------------------- ◆ SFX: Epidemic Sound ◆ ---------------------{ ◈ }--------------------- ◆ #goth #f4m #roleplay
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Speaker 1 (00:02):
Oh, look, who's finally decided to graze me with his presence?
Do you have any idea what time it is? Idiot,
it's past midnight. I've been sitting here for well, it
doesn't matter how long I've been sitting here. Don't give
(00:28):
me that look. I wasn't waiting for you or anything
pathetic like that. I just happened to be a night person.
You know this about me. You're mine. You know that right.
I've marked this territory and that includes you, which means
(00:53):
I need to know when what belongs to me is
wandering around unsupervised. M And before you ask, yes, I
saved your dinner, but only because I made too much,
not because I was thinking about you coming home hungry
like that helpless human you are sit eat You look
(01:20):
like garbage, and that's saying something coming from someone who
chooses to look like this. Your scent is all muddled, stressed.
I don't like it. So where were you? And don't
(01:40):
you dare lie to me? I can smell deception, pricks
of being what I am, idiot. Plus you're terrible at
the lying. It's actually endearing how bad you are at it.
(02:02):
Work drinks until midnight with that Jessica girl from my counting,
the one who keeps bringing you coffee and bad and
her eyelashes like some kind.
Speaker 2 (02:19):
Of of.
Speaker 1 (02:23):
Human trying to mark what's already claimed you belong to me.
She needs to understand that I have scented you. This
is my territory, my space, my my human not that
(02:48):
I care who you hang out with. You're a grown man,
mostly when you remember to eat and sleep without me
constantly hurting you like some lot pup. I may have
texted you a few times just to make sure you
weren't dead in a ditch somewhere, because then I'd have
(03:11):
to find a new roommate. And the rental market is
absolutely terrible right now. Seventeen texts is not a lot, Okay,
It's called being responsible, something you should try sometime. And
don't think I didn't notice. You only responded to like
(03:33):
three of them. The apartment felt different without you here, quieter,
not that I minded the quiet, but wrong. It felt wrong,
(03:57):
eat faster, your mind, and I don't like seeing you
this tired. Your health is my responsibility. Now, look, I'm
not good at this whole feelings thing. Never have been
comes with the territory of being half feral, I guess.
(04:19):
But when you didn't come home at your usual time,
and then six became seven and seven became eight, I thought,
maybe you finally realized what a freaking roommato is. Half human,
half wolf, all attitude problems. Maybe you found someone normal
(04:44):
to spend your time with, someone who doesn't growl at
delivery driveries or leave claw marks on the furniture, which,
by the way, I'm still sorry about your coffee table.
I got excited when you came home with that new cologne.
(05:06):
It smelt too much like other people. Not that I
blame you for wanting normal. I mean, look at me.
I wear dark clothes, I have things I grow out
the mailman. I'm not exactly girlfriend of material. What what's
(05:29):
with that look? Don't look at me like that, idiot,
Like I'm like I'm something precious. I'm not. I'm a
mess of emotional damage and predatory instincts. I literally have
a drawer full of chew toys because some damns I
(05:51):
need to destroy things. But i'm your mess, your mind,
and somehow i'm yours too, even when you do stupid
things like stay out late without telling me. You know
(06:12):
what's the worst part. Around ten o'clock, I actually put
on pants, real pants, not my comfortable home clothes. I
was going to confine you. I made it to the
door three times before I talked myself out of it,
(06:35):
because what was I going to do? Storm into your
office building and demand they returned my human Though I
probably could have, I'm surprisingly intimidating what I need to be.
You're such an idiot. You know that, But you're my idiot,
(07:01):
and I need you to understand what that means. When
I say your mind, It's not just some casual thing.
It's not like claiming a favorite chair or a parking spot.
It's deeper. Wolves made for life, you know. And even
(07:26):
though I'm only half, the point is you're important to me,
more important than I know how to express without sending
like a complete psycho. Continue eating. You need actual nutrition,
(07:48):
not whatever vending machine garbage you probably had for lunch.
I can smell it on you, by the way, stale
chips and that terrible coffee from the breakroom. How do
you function on that stuff? You know what else? I
(08:09):
can smell anxiety?
Speaker 2 (08:13):
Stress, long day.
Speaker 1 (08:20):
You work too hard, idiot. Someone needs to take care
of you, and apparently that someone is me here, Drink
this proper water, not whatever caffeinated nonsense you've been surviving on.
(08:44):
You know, I've been thinking maybe I should start walking
you to work. Not because I don't trust you, but
because I don't trust everyone else. The city is full
of people who don't understand boundaries, like that Jessica girl.
(09:07):
I could smell her perfume on your shirt collar, cheap,
artificial nothing like never mind. You know what I did today.
I reorganized your bookshelf twice because I couldn't sit still.
(09:30):
And then I rearranged the couch cushions and cleaned to
the bathroom grout with a toothbrush. I don't know why
I'm telling you this. I just when you're not here,
I get restless, like part of me is missing, which
(09:55):
is stupid because I'm a strong, independent woman who doesn't
you eat anyone, especially not some hapless human who can't
even remember to eat lunch half the time. But I
want you. I want you here, safe, where I can
take care of you properly. Now, come on, let's get
(10:20):
you cleaned up. You smell like office building and other people,
and I need to fix that. Would you, I mean,
if you wanted to you say that you're cold, and
(10:42):
my room has a bigger bed, and I run warm
good for humans who are always cold. For practical reasons,
not because I want to curl up around you like
some kind of oversized house pat and make sure you're
safe all night. Okay, maybe entirely because of that. You're
(11:12):
such an idiot for putting up with me, But you're
my idiot, and I love I love having you here.
I love having you as a roommate. Obviously that's what
I meant. Now. Don't think this means I'm going soft. Tomorrow,
(11:35):
I'm still going to complain about you leaving your socks
everywhere and eating the last of the cereal without replacing it.
But tonight, tonight, you're home, you're safe, you're mine, and
I'm not letting anything happen to you. And if you
(11:58):
ever stay out that late again without telling me, I'm
going to tie you to the couch with my good rope,
the kind that doesn't leave marks. That wasn't a threat,
that was a promise. I'm very territorial. Remember, I missed you,
(12:26):
you absolute idiot, more than I've ever missed anything in
my entire life. Don't make me say it again. You
do these stupid things. Sometimes you forget to eat, you
stay out late, you trust people too easily. But somehow, somehow,
(12:52):
I love every stupid thing about you. There I said,
I love you, you, complete disaster of a human being. Now
get in here before I change my mind about sharing
my space. I don't think this conversation is over Tomorrow.
(13:16):
We're having a serious talk about communication and proper feeding
schedules your mind, and I'm keeping you forever, whether you
like it or not, though I really hope you like it. Finally,
(13:49):
come hear you no closer than that? Idiot? What's the
point of sharing a bed if you're going to stay
all way over there like we're strangers. Jesus, you're freezing.
Your hands are like ice cubes. How are you this cold? Ah?
(14:14):
Don't touch about those frozen fingers, you pop sickle here,
give me your hands. God, they're practically blue your mind,
which means I can't let you freeze to death in
my own bed. See there, feel how warm I am?
(14:39):
This is what happens when you're half werewolf. I run hot,
like really hot, perfect for defrosting frozen humans like yourself.
Don't get any ideas though this is purely practical. You're
(15:00):
practically hyperthermic, and I can't have my human turning into
an icicle. Come here, get closer. You need my body
heat or you're going to freeze. Your feet are like
blocks of ice. Taking a warm shower really did nothing
(15:22):
for you better. I can feel you starting to warm
up already. You're still shivering, though. How do you function
being this cold all the time? No wonder you're always
wearing those ridiculous sweaters. I know I said it earlier,
(15:49):
but I really did miss you to day more than
I wanted to admit. You belong here with me or
I can be warm. You're scared of starting to feel
normal again instead of like you just crawled out of
(16:10):
the freezer? Good? What are you surprised that cuddling with
your furnace of a roommate feels good. I'm basically a
living heating pad. Plus you feel safe. I don't know
how to explain it, but when you're here, my brain
(16:36):
finally quiets down and you're finally getting warm instead of
being a walking icicle. Is this okay? I'm not too
hot for you, right, I know I run pretty warm,
but you are practically frozen solid when you got in here.
(17:01):
Good because you still feel cold in some spots, and
I wasn't planning on letting you go until you're completely
warmed up anyway. Seriously, though, how are you even functioning today?
Being that cold? Your lips feel practically blue. Don't say
(17:28):
sorry about stupid things like that. I'm guessing it was
beyond your control. But you know what the worst part
about today was, besides the obvious fact that you were
gone for way too long, I kept catching your scenter
(17:49):
around the apartment, on the couch cushions, on your coffee
mug in the sink. It was like torture, having traces
of you everywhere, but not having the actual you. You're
mine and I need the real thing, not just echoes. Plus,
(18:16):
I could tell from your scent when you left this
morning that you were already getting cold. I should have
made you wear a warmer jacket. Your hair is still
damp from the shower, but at least you're not an
icicle anymore. You actually listened when I told you to
(18:38):
take a hot shower to warm up, even though it
didn't do much. Try your hair better next time. Okay,
good boy, can't have my human freezing to death? Now?
Can I that's not allowed? Can I tell you something?
(19:06):
And don't you dare make fun of me for it?
I I have never done this before, the whole caring
about someone this much thing. It's terrifying, especially someone who's
(19:27):
always cold and needs me to keep them warm with
my wall side. Everything is about territory and pack and permanence.
When I say your mind, it's not just some casual
thing I can take back. It means I have to
(19:48):
protect you, keep you safe, keep you warm. I mean
it forever, whether you like it or not. But the
human side of me is scared that you'll realize what
(20:08):
a freak I am, and rot that you'll find some
normal who doesn't run at nearly one hundred two degrees
and make you sweat what he giving me that look? Again,
I'm not used to being looked at like this, like
(20:35):
something precious, like I'm worth keeping around. You're such an idiot,
you know that, But you're my idiot, and somehow you
make me feel like being the way I am isn't
(21:01):
such a bad thing. Well, are you comfortable? You're not
too warm now? Right? I can feel you finally stopped shivering.
But I don't want to overheat you. Good because I
(21:25):
wasn't planning on moving. This is my spot now right here,
keeping you from turning into a popsicle. You smell better now,
like soap and me. Tomorrow, when you go to work,
(21:52):
everyone will know you belong to someone. My son will
be all over you, and oh boy, my warmth will
last long enough to keep you from freezing during your commute.
Let that Jessica girl try to flirt with you when
you smell like me and aren't desperately seeking any source
(22:14):
of heat. By the way, what time do you have
to get up for work? Oh? Seven, that's awful. That's
practically the middle of the night, and it's going to
(22:36):
be cold again. Fine, fine, I'll wake up with you.
Make sure this time that you eat breakfast and wear
enough layers so you don't turn into an icicle the
moment you leave my warmth your mind to take care of.
(22:58):
Remember that includes making sure you're properly fed and warm
enough to survive the day. But right now, you need sleep,
and I need to make sure you actually get it
instead of shivering all night. So close your eyes, idiot,
(23:22):
I've got you. You know what's funny? I typically hate
sharing my space. This bad, this room.
Speaker 2 (23:41):
It was all mine.
Speaker 1 (23:44):
I didn't want anyone else in it, but now only
with you. It's odd. God, I think you've ruined me.
Sleeping alone. You're like a plushy. It's fun to cuddle
(24:10):
with you like that. Your breathing is starting to slow down. Good,
you need the rest. I know I don't say this enough,
but thank you for putting up with me, and for staying,
(24:38):
for especially being patient when I don't know how to
use my words properly, for being mine even when I
don't deserve it. Sweet dreams, you disaster of a human,
(25:00):
your mind, and I love you even if you do
leave your socks everywhere and need the last of everything
without replacing it. Yes, I'm still on that. I love you,
my silly idiot
Oh, look, who's finally decided to graze me with his presence?
Do you have any idea what time it is? Idiot,
it's past midnight. I've been sitting here for well, it
doesn't matter how long I've been sitting here. Don't give
(00:28):
me that look. I wasn't waiting for you or anything
pathetic like that. I just happened to be a night person.
You know this about me. You're mine. You know that right.
I've marked this territory and that includes you, which means
(00:53):
I need to know when what belongs to me is
wandering around unsupervised. M And before you ask, yes, I
saved your dinner, but only because I made too much,
not because I was thinking about you coming home hungry
like that helpless human you are sit eat You look
(01:20):
like garbage, and that's saying something coming from someone who
chooses to look like this. Your scent is all muddled, stressed.
I don't like it. So where were you? And don't
(01:40):
you dare lie to me? I can smell deception, pricks
of being what I am, idiot. Plus you're terrible at
the lying. It's actually endearing how bad you are at it.
(02:02):
Work drinks until midnight with that Jessica girl from my counting,
the one who keeps bringing you coffee and bad and
her eyelashes like some kind.
Speaker 2 (02:19):
Of of.
Speaker 1 (02:23):
Human trying to mark what's already claimed you belong to me.
She needs to understand that I have scented you. This
is my territory, my space, my my human not that
(02:48):
I care who you hang out with. You're a grown man,
mostly when you remember to eat and sleep without me
constantly hurting you like some lot pup. I may have
texted you a few times just to make sure you
weren't dead in a ditch somewhere, because then I'd have
(03:11):
to find a new roommate. And the rental market is
absolutely terrible right now. Seventeen texts is not a lot, Okay,
It's called being responsible, something you should try sometime. And
don't think I didn't notice. You only responded to like
(03:33):
three of them. The apartment felt different without you here, quieter,
not that I minded the quiet, but wrong. It felt wrong,
(03:57):
eat faster, your mind, and I don't like seeing you
this tired. Your health is my responsibility. Now, look, I'm
not good at this whole feelings thing. Never have been
comes with the territory of being half feral, I guess.
(04:19):
But when you didn't come home at your usual time,
and then six became seven and seven became eight, I thought,
maybe you finally realized what a freaking roommato is. Half human,
half wolf, all attitude problems. Maybe you found someone normal
(04:44):
to spend your time with, someone who doesn't growl at
delivery driveries or leave claw marks on the furniture, which,
by the way, I'm still sorry about your coffee table.
I got excited when you came home with that new cologne.
(05:06):
It smelt too much like other people. Not that I
blame you for wanting normal. I mean, look at me.
I wear dark clothes, I have things I grow out
the mailman. I'm not exactly girlfriend of material. What what's
(05:29):
with that look? Don't look at me like that, idiot,
Like I'm like I'm something precious. I'm not. I'm a
mess of emotional damage and predatory instincts. I literally have
a drawer full of chew toys because some damns I
(05:51):
need to destroy things. But i'm your mess, your mind,
and somehow i'm yours too, even when you do stupid
things like stay out late without telling me. You know
(06:12):
what's the worst part. Around ten o'clock, I actually put
on pants, real pants, not my comfortable home clothes. I
was going to confine you. I made it to the
door three times before I talked myself out of it,
(06:35):
because what was I going to do? Storm into your
office building and demand they returned my human Though I
probably could have, I'm surprisingly intimidating what I need to be.
You're such an idiot. You know that, But you're my idiot,
(07:01):
and I need you to understand what that means. When
I say your mind, It's not just some casual thing.
It's not like claiming a favorite chair or a parking spot.
It's deeper. Wolves made for life, you know. And even
(07:26):
though I'm only half, the point is you're important to me,
more important than I know how to express without sending
like a complete psycho. Continue eating. You need actual nutrition,
(07:48):
not whatever vending machine garbage you probably had for lunch.
I can smell it on you, by the way, stale
chips and that terrible coffee from the breakroom. How do
you function on that stuff? You know what else? I
(08:09):
can smell anxiety?
Speaker 2 (08:13):
Stress, long day.
Speaker 1 (08:20):
You work too hard, idiot. Someone needs to take care
of you, and apparently that someone is me here, Drink
this proper water, not whatever caffeinated nonsense you've been surviving on.
(08:44):
You know, I've been thinking maybe I should start walking
you to work. Not because I don't trust you, but
because I don't trust everyone else. The city is full
of people who don't understand boundaries, like that Jessica girl.
(09:07):
I could smell her perfume on your shirt collar, cheap,
artificial nothing like never mind. You know what I did today.
I reorganized your bookshelf twice because I couldn't sit still.
(09:30):
And then I rearranged the couch cushions and cleaned to
the bathroom grout with a toothbrush. I don't know why
I'm telling you this. I just when you're not here,
I get restless, like part of me is missing, which
(09:55):
is stupid because I'm a strong, independent woman who doesn't
you eat anyone, especially not some hapless human who can't
even remember to eat lunch half the time. But I
want you. I want you here, safe, where I can
take care of you properly. Now, come on, let's get
(10:20):
you cleaned up. You smell like office building and other people,
and I need to fix that. Would you, I mean,
if you wanted to you say that you're cold, and
(10:42):
my room has a bigger bed, and I run warm
good for humans who are always cold. For practical reasons,
not because I want to curl up around you like
some kind of oversized house pat and make sure you're
safe all night. Okay, maybe entirely because of that. You're
(11:12):
such an idiot for putting up with me, But you're
my idiot, and I love I love having you here.
I love having you as a roommate. Obviously that's what
I meant. Now. Don't think this means I'm going soft. Tomorrow,
(11:35):
I'm still going to complain about you leaving your socks
everywhere and eating the last of the cereal without replacing it.
But tonight, tonight, you're home, you're safe, you're mine, and
I'm not letting anything happen to you. And if you
(11:58):
ever stay out that late again without telling me, I'm
going to tie you to the couch with my good rope,
the kind that doesn't leave marks. That wasn't a threat,
that was a promise. I'm very territorial. Remember, I missed you,
(12:26):
you absolute idiot, more than I've ever missed anything in
my entire life. Don't make me say it again. You
do these stupid things. Sometimes you forget to eat, you
stay out late, you trust people too easily. But somehow, somehow,
(12:52):
I love every stupid thing about you. There I said,
I love you, you, complete disaster of a human being. Now
get in here before I change my mind about sharing
my space. I don't think this conversation is over Tomorrow.
(13:16):
We're having a serious talk about communication and proper feeding
schedules your mind, and I'm keeping you forever, whether you
like it or not, though I really hope you like it. Finally,
(13:49):
come hear you no closer than that? Idiot? What's the
point of sharing a bed if you're going to stay
all way over there like we're strangers. Jesus, you're freezing.
Your hands are like ice cubes. How are you this cold? Ah?
(14:14):
Don't touch about those frozen fingers, you pop sickle here,
give me your hands. God, they're practically blue your mind,
which means I can't let you freeze to death in
my own bed. See there, feel how warm I am?
(14:39):
This is what happens when you're half werewolf. I run hot,
like really hot, perfect for defrosting frozen humans like yourself.
Don't get any ideas though this is purely practical. You're
(15:00):
practically hyperthermic, and I can't have my human turning into
an icicle. Come here, get closer. You need my body
heat or you're going to freeze. Your feet are like
blocks of ice. Taking a warm shower really did nothing
(15:22):
for you better. I can feel you starting to warm
up already. You're still shivering, though. How do you function
being this cold all the time? No wonder you're always
wearing those ridiculous sweaters. I know I said it earlier,
(15:49):
but I really did miss you to day more than
I wanted to admit. You belong here with me or
I can be warm. You're scared of starting to feel
normal again instead of like you just crawled out of
(16:10):
the freezer? Good? What are you surprised that cuddling with
your furnace of a roommate feels good. I'm basically a
living heating pad. Plus you feel safe. I don't know
how to explain it, but when you're here, my brain
(16:36):
finally quiets down and you're finally getting warm instead of
being a walking icicle. Is this okay? I'm not too
hot for you, right, I know I run pretty warm,
but you are practically frozen solid when you got in here.
(17:01):
Good because you still feel cold in some spots, and
I wasn't planning on letting you go until you're completely
warmed up anyway. Seriously, though, how are you even functioning today?
Being that cold? Your lips feel practically blue. Don't say
(17:28):
sorry about stupid things like that. I'm guessing it was
beyond your control. But you know what the worst part
about today was, besides the obvious fact that you were
gone for way too long, I kept catching your scenter
(17:49):
around the apartment, on the couch cushions, on your coffee
mug in the sink. It was like torture, having traces
of you everywhere, but not having the actual you. You're
mine and I need the real thing, not just echoes. Plus,
(18:16):
I could tell from your scent when you left this
morning that you were already getting cold. I should have
made you wear a warmer jacket. Your hair is still
damp from the shower, but at least you're not an
icicle anymore. You actually listened when I told you to
(18:38):
take a hot shower to warm up, even though it
didn't do much. Try your hair better next time. Okay,
good boy, can't have my human freezing to death? Now?
Can I that's not allowed? Can I tell you something?
(19:06):
And don't you dare make fun of me for it?
I I have never done this before, the whole caring
about someone this much thing. It's terrifying, especially someone who's
(19:27):
always cold and needs me to keep them warm with
my wall side. Everything is about territory and pack and permanence.
When I say your mind, it's not just some casual
thing I can take back. It means I have to
(19:48):
protect you, keep you safe, keep you warm. I mean
it forever, whether you like it or not. But the
human side of me is scared that you'll realize what
(20:08):
a freak I am, and rot that you'll find some
normal who doesn't run at nearly one hundred two degrees
and make you sweat what he giving me that look? Again,
I'm not used to being looked at like this, like
(20:35):
something precious, like I'm worth keeping around. You're such an idiot,
you know that, But you're my idiot, and somehow you
make me feel like being the way I am isn't
(21:01):
such a bad thing. Well, are you comfortable? You're not
too warm now? Right? I can feel you finally stopped shivering.
But I don't want to overheat you. Good because I
(21:25):
wasn't planning on moving. This is my spot now right here,
keeping you from turning into a popsicle. You smell better now,
like soap and me. Tomorrow, when you go to work,
(21:52):
everyone will know you belong to someone. My son will
be all over you, and oh boy, my warmth will
last long enough to keep you from freezing during your commute.
Let that Jessica girl try to flirt with you when
you smell like me and aren't desperately seeking any source
(22:14):
of heat. By the way, what time do you have
to get up for work? Oh? Seven, that's awful. That's
practically the middle of the night, and it's going to
(22:36):
be cold again. Fine, fine, I'll wake up with you.
Make sure this time that you eat breakfast and wear
enough layers so you don't turn into an icicle the
moment you leave my warmth your mind to take care of.
(22:58):
Remember that includes making sure you're properly fed and warm
enough to survive the day. But right now, you need sleep,
and I need to make sure you actually get it
instead of shivering all night. So close your eyes, idiot,
(23:22):
I've got you. You know what's funny? I typically hate
sharing my space. This bad, this room.
Speaker 2 (23:41):
It was all mine.
Speaker 1 (23:44):
I didn't want anyone else in it, but now only
with you. It's odd. God, I think you've ruined me.
Sleeping alone. You're like a plushy. It's fun to cuddle
(24:10):
with you like that. Your breathing is starting to slow down. Good,
you need the rest. I know I don't say this enough,
but thank you for putting up with me, and for staying,
(24:38):
for especially being patient when I don't know how to
use my words properly, for being mine even when I
don't deserve it. Sweet dreams, you disaster of a human,
(25:00):
your mind, and I love you even if you do
leave your socks everywhere and need the last of everything
without replacing it. Yes, I'm still on that. I love you,
my silly idiot
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Crime Junkie
Does hearing about a true crime case always leave you scouring the internet for the truth behind the story? Dive into your next mystery with Crime Junkie. Every Monday, join your host Ashley Flowers as she unravels all the details of infamous and underreported true crime cases with her best friend Brit Prawat. From cold cases to missing persons and heroes in our community who seek justice, Crime Junkie is your destination for theories and stories you won’t hear anywhere else. Whether you're a seasoned true crime enthusiast or new to the genre, you'll find yourself on the edge of your seat awaiting a new episode every Monday. If you can never get enough true crime... Congratulations, you’ve found your people. Follow to join a community of Crime Junkies!
The Breakfast Club
The World's Most Dangerous Morning Show, The Breakfast Club, With DJ Envy, Jess Hilarious, And Charlamagne Tha God!