#date everything angst

[bedsidecakeart]

I love angst! I say crying.

I have a thought do you think the player ever has a slight jealous feeling of most of the objects becoming super successful and rich and happy while they’re left alone in a soulless house?

[wrotebymii]

MAYBE ITS ME?… | Date Everything x gn!reader

Summary: You aren’t sure why but almost every dateable hates you and you’re starting to wonder if you’re the problem.

Warning: I’m a little sad due to my seasonal depression so you get this! Angst, social anxiety, socially awkward, very self deprecating Doug is working over time. Not edited.

PART TWO | MASTERLIST | READ ME

It’s driving you and all the objects in your home up the wall. You aren’t sure why but almost everyone hates you.

Everyone from Lux, and Rebel to Rainey, Betty, Dunk, Hoove, Kopi, Keyes, hell even Celia can’t look you in the eye due to the overwhelming complaints she’s been getting!

The nail in the coffin was getting thrown out of the Breaker Box club, you still can feel the shock in your arm when Volt grabbed you out the door. You were shaking and starring wide eyed at the breaker closet that Doug surely would’ve appeared if Reggie didn’t.

You couldn’t hear him, lost in your own thoughts when you cut off his passive aggressive pity party for you by…taking the dateviators off.

It still had charge left but you felt so tired. You don’t know what you were doing wrong, maybe you came off too strong or said something that was hurtful despite you just trying to fit in. Similar to what Tony said in his workshops.

Changed to fit what you thought they’d want in love or even friendship. Though, it doesn’t matter now cause almost all of your household objects hate your guts.

You curled in your spot, head tucked in your knees with your eyes peering over to stare at the glasses you held by the frame with your pointer and thumb tipping it up and down.

Maybe the hacker guy that gave you these would take them back, or maybe you can return them to David without getting accused and arrested by the government?

You just know one thing…

You don’t want to put them back on.

You tried to got back to your mundane life before realizing that everything around you is alive. But it started to make you paranoid and self conscious. Like you couldn’t live in your comfort space anymore.

You swore to Sam that the water was hot one second then cold then hot again, the coffee didn’t taste as good, you tripping on air, zapping yourself when you plugged a charger in, the food going spoiled even though you got it a day ago, the piano playing loud keys randomly, your white clothes getting stained right out of the wash, and now your comfort blanket wasn’t feeling so comforting.

You’ve had it.

One night you were laidback on the now springy uncomfortable bed, venting to Sam about how you need to get out of the house—she offered you her place for the time being. Understanding about your weird struggling relationships.

However. Out of all the people you’ve made hate you, one still remained the same throughout it all and never inconvenienced you.

Dorian. His friendship status didn’t waver at any moment of your—very fast—conversations. He found you rather interesting…respectable. When you met the firt time with Skylar he knew you’d try to get along with everyone, knew how you’d change yourself even to get everyone to like you. You were kind, thoughtful, and a little pathetic but in a charming way.

Currently, he thinks he needs to initiate the conversation this time.

You were shuffling through Dirk clothes when you heard Sam’s car honk outside. Quickly you stuff your luggage with things you knew weren’t sentient and rushed downstairs and opened the door.

Or well…tried too. Each time you turn the top lock then the bottom it shuts again. With a frustrate groan you knock your head on the front of the door, a hand still on the knob.

“Open, Dorian…” You whisper, you mind reeling in the fact that you might’ve made even Dorian upset with you. You try to open it. You curse loudly when he it doesn’t budge

You turn on your heel, leaving the luggage there as you head to your office, opening the junk drawer Jerry and searching for those fucking glasses. It was in the far back with a little dust on them. You put them on, walking pass Skylar trying to warily greet you and straight to Dorian at the front door.

He’s in his typical pose. Arms folded and chest pushed up with a ‘taking no shits’ expression. It reminds you of a conversation you had with him where you said he’d make a great bodyguard or bouncer if he were human. He had cracked a tiny smile and said that just being a door for this house was enough.

“Dorian-“

“Don’ say nothing. Let me speak.” He says, you tsk and roll you eyes but don’t say anything else.

“I don’ think you running away from your home is a good idea fro-“ You wave a hand stopping him.

“They all hate me”

“Not all-“

“Then they likely will” You voice is stern, but there’s a sadness laced in the words. He doesn’t respond to that letting you rant.

“I’m over feeling like trash in my own damn house. I need to leave, so open!” You yell, you don’t care if you’re being watched by Sam from outside or anyone from the living room.

“It’s dangerous out ther-“

“It’s better than here.” There’s a long pause.

“You’know…” Dorian starts as you’re about to take off the glasses, you glance at him. “If it means an’thing—I think we’re still friends.”

The confession makes you want to sob but you grit your teeth, look ahead at Sam’s vehicle.

“Respectfully, Dorian…I wish I never got these glasses…”

Your words stung but he doesn’t show it. You know being angry with him will likely end the same as it did with everyone else, but he remains still for a moment longer then steps aside. Letting you leave.

You toss the dateviator somewhere and walk away. Dorian closes, staring blankly at the glasses that landed in the middle of the walkway. He ignores the whispering in every room—some confusion, some even cheering

He huffs bitterly, arms still crossed and up against his chest. Dorian is ever in balance and composed, he takes his job serious and to not let any detractions get to him. However, this situation is getting out of hand even for him. He’ll have to get an appointment with Mayor Celia layer, but for now he regains his position and awaits your arrival.

How ever long that would be.

[m4mmonthebest]

Power off Volt... he can get in this state too by being emotionally drained or extremely upset.

Fight with livewire...

[chrizzmaster]

dead houseowner

imagine the houseowner as a relative of yours and was found dead in their house and their will was already written to pass down their properties to you as their beneficiary since they had no children and they were 'somewhat' close to you. the previous houseowner was kind of a black sheep in the family; not sociable, unemployed, and barely had time to go out or visit their family, you included. though, you never judge them for it and you two formed some sort of bond with each other.

when you heard the news of them passing, you were shocked and on top of that you inherited their belongings? you couldn’t believe it. your parents looked at you with surprise- they never thought you were that close with them- neither did you.

yet, here you are now.  

naturally, you accepted it as one of the benefits were escaping your crazy roommate and how near the house was to your college. living alone was a struggle- you never lived alone and never planned to but plans change when you have a batshit insane roommate. doesn’t help that you keep thinking someone was staring at you, as if your roommate somehow found out where you lived and is now planning revenge for abandoning them. hell no.

thankfully, that wasn’t the case when one weekend you were going through the previous houseowner’s stuff and found a pair of pink glasses. you never saw them wearing these before... you placed them on and the rest was history.

you formed all types of relationships- enemies, friendships and some even more… they were all sorts of different objects with different personalities and appearance yet one thing they all have in common was them. they would subtly ask how the funeral was held, where did the body go? but none of them ever mentioned their name. as if saying it out loud was forbidden- and you didn’t too.

the two of you were never that close and there wasn’t a need to mourn but it felt as if your house was a mourning house filled with grief. you couldn’t blame them for mourning yet they all expect you to be like the previous houseowner and in some ways, use you as a stand-in for them, a rebound in a way and when you aren’t acting as when they think you should- the objects would look dejected, disappointed even and some would lash out- comparing you to the previous houseowner.

you remembered vividly of rebel saying you could never replace the previous houseowner in a petty argument and the others in the bathroom agreed, joining in and protesting against you and forced you out your own bathroom!

you’d like to think you were a strong person yet the constant backhanded comments, the constant comparison and talking behind your back was tearing you apart. how the fuck were you supposed to live like this? thus, you stopped using skylar and even stored her away inside a drawer so you would never see it and be tempted to use it again. though you doubt you would be

of course, that didn’t help your misery as the objects still somehow make your life miserable.

the a/c would turn itself off during hot days and too cold during the night, your shower would be ice cold and your toilet would be clogged, your washer refuses to wash your clothes and your dryer wouldn’t work as well. the electricity would glitch and die out in the middle of the night as you freeze up and fall to the ground- having a fear of the dark. you place your legs to your chest and buried your face into your knees as you let out quiet cries- not even being able to sob, lest they see you as weak and laugh at your misery between them- you wouldn’t give them that satisfaction.

and yet… you were weak

[elshenanigans]

player who has major depressive episodes

tw obviously for depression, mental health issues, etc. don’t read if you’re not in a good space

just some thoughts on how the objects would help you, idk if you can call this a drabble or..

putting under break to not trigger anyone

you go from talking with everyone, helping endlessly, forming friendships and relationships…to slowly withdrawing from everyone.

it starts small. shorter conversations, less laughter, a slight drag to your step.

it develops into blank stares mid conversation, a later start to your mornings…refusal of intimacy because you’re not in the mood or don’t have the energy.

you stop giving good advice, stop being so ready to help, stop kissing your partners.

and then, you just stop putting on the dateviators and sink into your bed until you physically have to get up relieve yourself or eat. even then you wait until the very last second.

sometimes it looks like you’re thinking about putting on Skylar, you get as close as pulling her out of the drawer and laying in bed with her for hours before finally just giving up and putting her back in your night stand.

the house would be absolutely distraught. sure they’ve seen you have depressive episodes before, but never when you actually knew they existed and they had genuine relationships with you.

they don’t take it personal because they know you can’t help it, but damn do they wish they could help you more but without the dateviators, there’s little to nothing they can do.

those who have the power to do something, use it to force you to take care of yourself. if you won’t talk to them, fine. but they’ll be damned if they let you just try to rot away.

Stefan and Freddy who make meals for you and have Phoenicia lock your screen until you come to the kitchen. they celebrate if you manage to take even a few bites.

Betty and Mateo, who can’t do anything but comfort you and cuddle you as you bed rot

Teddy who is used to his place in your arms and the tears that soak his fabric.

Curt and Rod who open up your curtains at a reasonable hour, because they want you to get sunlight but they still want to respect your autonomy.

Wyndolyn opens to get you some fresh air. if you close her or the boys, they just open again. they always win because you just don’t have the energy to fight with them.

Dunk who rolls across the hallway into your room as every type of sports ball you have, and teams up with the Hanks to put on a little show for you. it always gets a little smile out of you and that’s all they want.

Eddie and Volt who will refuse to charge your devices after multiple days of doomscrolling to force you over to the breaker box to fix it. the switches refuse to move until you take a break

Bathsheba and River who overhear your meltdown afterwards and run you a hot bath to relax. Barry adds bubbles and perfectly lines up your products to make bathing as easy as possible.

all the objects work together to do what they can to keep you on a decently regular schedule until you’re through the episode or at least feeling better enough to put the dateviators back on.

everyone is SO excited to see you but try not to overwhelm you the first few days. they make sure you don’t feel guilty for not talking to them and just focus on getting back to where they were with you.

everyone who helped you gets instant love endings with YOU ❤︎

[g00d--m0urning]

I Crashed My Car into a Bridge! (Date Everything SMAU)

Request from @the-muted-v

You got into a car crash.. Ruh-roh Raggy, bad news.

Featuring: Eddie, Volt, Dorian, Tony, Dunk, Curt & Rod, Telly, Reggie, and Doug

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Happy New Year('s Eve) everyone 😃

[lizard-zombie]

I’m feeling bad again so I’m projecting onto Date Everything post-realization angst lol

CW: suicide

So post realization where the Dateables keep putting off visiting and texting MC, all making the mistake of believing someone else will do it.

Naturally, you don’t handle it very well. Job hunting has only been met with rejection after rejection. You were sure Reggie would have been so giddy. Being alone with no one but your rapidly decreasing mental health has pushed you past your breaking point.

When the day finally came, you sent a single goodbye text to the household group chat and finally fell into an eternal slumber you so desperately craved.

The panic of the chat, the horror of finding your body, the devastation when your death is confirmed, the shattering of bonds and hearts…all because they neglected their beloved human, the human they all knew had difficulty reaching out for help.

Over a hundred people show up for your funeral, shocking outsiders who thought this was just an average suicide. Imagine some of the Dateables overheard someone call you stupid and selfish for killing yourself when there were so many people who cared for you. If only they knew. Anger boils over, yelling occurs, possibly a fist fight, but the others break them apart before things get too nasty. Your death was already hard enough.

I think Sam would blame the Dateables, having been the only one to keep contact. You had a long distance friendship and you were a hermit to begin with, so Sam couldn’t see you often. Still, she did her best to talk to you weekly. But even her friendship couldn’t heal your broken heart and shattered spirit. You had given so much to people who unintentionally abandoned you, leaving only the ugly parts to keep you company.

The Dateables visit your grave for years to come. Some cry; others sit in silence; but many talk about their day, their careers, how much they miss you, how much they love you, how much they regret not being there for you. There would never be a day where at least one person didn’t visit your grave. How ironic that everyone only made an effort to visit you after you were gone.

Lonely in life, but not in death. Not that it mattered anymore.

[ablobwhowrites]

what if I get a little silly here guys.

You know how the MC is actually afraid of being abandoned and stuff but what if I make a angst fic with yandere date everything where y/n realizes all the objects but sees them just leave like they do in the real game but visits frequently like more than the game but once day on of the dateables come by and sees that y/n moved out. The house was actually empty, all the photos on the walls gone, the wallpaper just now repainted white even the welcome mat gone as well.

Y/n moved far away from were they once were and found a regular person to date and they hit it off with this person and y/n soon just forgets the yandere dateable's as they all have lives to live now so why would they just waste time coming back so y/n just decided to do them a favor and leave somewhere but now the dateables try to come back but y/n is in a happy relationship and doesn't really want to intrude of their new lives as they aren't regulated to the glasses anymore and y/n found a healthy way to help their fear of being alone and abandoned.

But the dateables won't accept it, y/n is supposed to be with them. Supposed to be happy with them not this random person so they'll have y/n see how happy they are with the ones who grew a relationship with. This time they aren't letting y/n go, never again but y/n might never go back to them because y/n is happy now, more happy then they ever been as this is a real relationship and real love they feel they never want to feel abandoned again and y/n did love them but they loved them enough to let them go.

How the dateables feel after they fumbled y/n to a regular ass person who can actually be there for them and not if across the damn globe. (not naming any na- Timothy.)

(sorry just got a little silly but I like this idea of a angst fic of the dateables trying to get y/n back but they don't want to go back to them. If you guys like this little ramble and want more please don't be shy and request any ideas for stories or y/n's you have! But for now please stay safe and drink water!.)