How do you fix what’s meant to be broken?
Date everything x gn! Reader
Cw: mentions of sh scars, eating disorders, drug use and abuse
this is based on me and my life but I tried to keep it as broad as possible! also some characters might be ooc so I’m sorry for that 🥲
Not even a few minutes ago had a mysterious drone crashed through your window with a box and a pair of glasses you definitely did not order, and now a pink haired stranger was standing in front of you, excitedly talking with her hands as she casually explained the objects in your house were alive and had been since you moved in.
Your stomach twists and carries that familiar heavy feeling of dread and guilt that makes you want to fall asleep and never wake up. Had they really seen everything? You haven’t even met them yet but surely they all hated you already, probably disgusted by your constant self destructive habits.
The jagged edges of your bitten away nails find the fabric of your pants, the scars beneath starting to itch at the embarrassment washing over you. The bubbly stranger, who introduced herself as Skylar notices this, clearing her throat to grab your attention back.
“Why don’t I just show you what I mean? I know this can get a bit confusing!” An airy chuckle leaves her lips as she gently grabs your arms and points your attention to your front door. Just as you’re about to question the lunatic beside you, a handsome stranger dressed like a bouncer appears in front of you. He speaks, and surprisingly a heavy British accent finds your ears. How can an object be British? Was he made in a British factory? Was it where the wood was from? Did he pick it up from somewhere? Were his parents british? Do objects even have parents? No matter, you don’t have time to dwell on the millions of questions flooding your brain.
“I don’t want to see those spectacles being used for anything, untoward.” The man eyes you, not as judgy as you expected. He looks almost concerned. Not a look you’re a stranger to receiving.
“Hey Dorian! Don’t worry, this is going super well!” The cheery stranger both annoys and intrigues you. Why was she annoying you? She’s only trying to do what she was created for. God you’re so negative. Maybe it’s because you can’t remember you ate even half the bare minimum amount of calories for the day, or the last time you went a day fully sober, or the last time you had gotten more than a few hours of sleep.
“You sure about that?” Dorian quirked an eyebrow up at you. Your hair was thrown up in something just to keep it out of your face, your cheeks sunken in and eye bags prominent. “Maybe keep them away from the- rowdier objects.”
“Roger that!” Skylar snaps her fingers at him. Never mind, you liked her. “Oo I know just who is dying to see you. Follow me!” She takes your hand to lead you up the stairs and as you near your room, that pit in your stomach is harder to ignore. “The bedroom? I don’t know if..” You trail off. Great, 5 seconds in and you’re already being difficult. Skylar gives you a sympathetic smile and squeezes your hand. “Don’t worry at all, just be your wonderful self.” You nod and push into the room, grimacing at the unmade bed, clothes scattered around the room that you swore up and down you’d put away, straws and scissors in the corner of the room, yeah you were fucked.
You point the glasses sheepishly at the bed, a beautiful pink haired lady materializing in front of you. “Hey there, cutie.” Her soft voice makes you feel warm. She pats the spot next to her on your mattress. “This is Betty! Your uh, Bed!” Skylar introduces. Your hands shoot to your lap awkwardly. “Um sorry for, all of this. I didn’t know my mess was affecting anyone but me and I swear I would’ve-“ your rambling is cut off by a soft male voice coming from the side, and a white tuft of hair comes into view. “Please don’t apologize. We don’t mind, really.” He has a small smile on his face that makes your stomach churn. No way they didn’t care. “I’m Mateo. Mateo Manta. I’m your blankets.” He rubs the back of his neck.
Another object materializes into view. The teddy bear you’ve had since childhood sits on the end of your bed and looks at you with the fondest eyes you’ve been looked at with. “Hey there! Just who I wanted to see!” He holds out his arms and you awkwardly crawl closer to him. This makes him chuckle “Don’t be shy, my arms are always open for you.” The invitation has the familiar burning sensation of tears come to your eyes as you return the gesture and sink into his arms. You can’t remember the last time you felt this wanted. You feel the tears before they register in your mind. “S.. sorry I don’t..” you try and choke out an apology, but teddy’s hands rubbing your back, Betty’s hand now smoothing your hair and Mateo wrapping you with a blanket make the tears flow even heavier.
“Shh.. we’ve got you.” You hear Mateo whisper. The three’s voices blend together as your lack of sleep hits you. Teddys jacket lulling you to the soft embrace of sleep as the trio silently fuss over you. They, more than anyone had seen your struggles. Betty how you toss and turn at night, Benders keeping you up till the brink of passing out. Mateo had been tossed on and off as your bodily temperature switched from too hot, to too cold. Teddy had been with you for years. You squeezed and cried into him as you questioned just why couldn’t you be loved? Why could no one care for you the way you cared for them? Now he could show you just how much you were truly wanted. How loved you were by all the objects. He would be sure of it.
umm maybe part 2 maybe not, if I do I’ll just write homeowners interactions with other objects but like idk 😭 I hope u liked it I wrote this at midnight while crying
