Can u imagine Dateables with a new homeowner because the og!homeowner moved out after achieving all of their hate endings LOLL
The objects are unsure of what to think of you, as— unlike the og!homeowner— they know nothing! Do you have siblings? How do you like your coffee made? So many questions and some are afraid you’ll turn out just like the og!homeowner.
When you officially move in however, they realize their concerns were for naut. The moment your name was signed on the paper, the door slammed opened, revealing your guardians/parents. The house was used to quiet and stillness. After all, the og!homeowner isolated themselves due to the datevatiors and were’t a very sociable person in general.
So suddenly having guests over, startled the objects to a high degree.
Shelley was practically hooting and hollering. Her shelves began to warp and become loose due to natural wearing. You’d asked your guardian to teach/help you fix them. Shelly wants to give you a bear hug!
Mac felt like they could breathe lighter. You figured out how outdated their system was, immediately updating them. You also deleted the 50k fanfiction of the og!owner. (They laughed when your curiosity got the best of you and you began to read it. You didn’t make it past three paragraphs.)
Koa indeed took comfort within the silence. But won’t deny that being used by many people felt… nice. You even complimented how soft his cushions were, patting the arm of the couch (aka his arm). He couldn’t help but feel bashful.
The sudden visits didn’t stop there though. Later in the week, you invited any nearby friends for a welcoming party and they all showed up!
Beverly thrived as she finally had a purpose other than serving a single (unappreciative) person. You also whipped out the most vicious, creative cocktails! She’s taking notes.
Daisuke was concerned about the amount of delicate plates/cups being used. However, he watches as you lightly scold everyone to not ‘fuck up’ and drop the plates. He finally lets himself relax, a chuckle slipping out seeing your rather stern expression.
Mitchell taps his pen against his notebook, looking at all of the food being displayed on top of Abel. While inviting your friends, he overheard you ask for each person to bring something for a huge potluck. The different aromas and textures of the food complimented each other nicely. He nods: rating the potluck an 9/10 (Deducted points for one person lugging in store-brought food. Unbelievable!).
Dateables who typically aren’t involved in social gathers even caught sneak peeks of your real personality. You noticed one of your friends didn’t look very well, so you asked them to head upstairs if they needed a break. Sooner or later, you snuck away from the main group, only to find your friend hiding away in the dark storage closet.
They opened up about relationship issues: feeling like they’re pulling away from each other. You continued to listen and comfort them, despite sitting in such a cramped space.
“Well… maybe actually sitting them down to have a proper conversation could help?” You suggested, patting their back with a soft smile. “I know it’s scary to talk about these things. But something has to change, otherwise… things will continue to fall apart. At that point, it’s too late. And you’ll wish you did something earlier.”
At the end of the conversation, you hugged your friend tight, never judging nor criticizing them once.
Eddie is hurting. Badly. The faulty wire is continuing to knock power in and out of the house. Yet, he’s lucid enough to hear your advice. It wasn’t directly to him, but he understood the seriousness of your tone. He wonders: if you learned about him and what’s actually happening to the power, would you say the same thing?
Volt is struggling. Badly. He took over the main base of the electricity to give his lover a break. He knew it wouldn’t be easy, but damn it hurts. Your conversation drifts in his ear and out the other. The man laughs bitterly. Change, huh? If you managed to find the dateviators, he hopes you’ll keep the same comforting energy after you face him.
Dorian nods his head. He understands perfectly where you’re coming from. Whether the change is welcomed or not, sometimes it’s very necessary. Maybe this new owner isn’t that bad… but he’ll continue to observe you— not wanting a repeating incident from the og!homeowner.
A week after the party ended, one of your friends asked a favor: to baby sit their kid. For or a day or two give-or-take. You absolutely had no issue this (and the dateables are wondering how truly nice humans can be). Now, there’s a small boy— no less than six-years old— squealing around the house. Furthermore, once it was bath time, it felt like a second house party all over again.
Bathsheba hummed in contempt, watching the child eagerly splash within the tub. She sees you and the boy blow bubbles into the air and onto each other. It was messy. Maybe quite icky. But the bright grins on the top of your faces was endearing. Fine. She’ll allow this for now.
River made sure the water was at the perfect temperature. Never too hot, never too cold. She decided to ignore the splashes of water against the floor. It’s been… some time since the she’s seen such lively within her domain.
Amir wished he was a camera. If so, he’ll be able to commemorate this moment forever. How adorable! Your t-shirt is soaked and arms are covered in soapy residue. Despite the soiled appearance, he admits you still look enchanting as ever. The kid you’re babysitting is quite the charmer too!
Many things have changed since you moved in, but— oddly enough— the objects didn’t mind. Your habits, hobbies, and social life is significantly different than the og!homeowner. Yet, you’ve shown so much kindness in the short time living here.
Perhaps, when the bitter feeling the og!owner left behind disappears, they hope you’re willing to build a proper friendship— and or— a potential relationship with them.
Imagine walking around the house with a vibrator in. You act so nonchalant while doing basic house chores but every object sees Ben-hwa walking with you, an arm wrapped around your shoulder. Ben-hwa gives all the objects a knowing smirk. All the others are just fascinated with how you just walk around unfazed. If it weren't for Ben-hwa's presence and a slight buzzing, none of the others would have guessed.
Rip Koa after you sat down because he immediately passed out.
Bonus points for after hours of unknowingly teasing your housemates, you finally give a response. Just the smallest of wimpers and the slightest buckle of your knees has the house cheering in one way or another.
I heard somewhere that the MC has a agoraphobia so imagine if they somehow get locked out of the house (maybe Keith did something) and has a panic attack and the dateables comfort them
This was so much fun, you might be able to tell I got a bit carried away lol
Dateables comforting agoraphobic reader after they get locked out
Dorian is lowkey zoning out until he realizes you've been locked out. He practically breaks himself off his hinges pulling the door open for you
He immediately pulls you into his arms, sinking to the floor as he murmurs comforting words, internally biting himself for not noticing sooner
Mateo notices you immediately and at the sight of your tears, he rushes over to help, swaddling you in blankets before Dorian carries you over to the couch
Koa also notices once you're set down beside him, startling out of his nap at the sound of your sniffles. He lets you snuggle into his side, gently rubbing your back
While this is happening, Dorian is alerting the other dateables to what's happened and they're in full work mode
Friar Errol, Luke, and Stefan have actually put aside their differences for once and mostly work in silence to make your favorite food, their worry for you drowning out their arguments.
Bathsheba and Barry are working on setting up a bath, adding in bubbles and bath salts to the warm water, which Hector made sure is the exact temperature that you like and Tyrell picks the fluffiest towels for when you're done.
Washford and Drysdale go through probably the quickest cleaning cycle ever to get your favorite pajamas clean and dry before Dirk takes them to the bath in preparation for when you finish.
Teddy and Betty focus on setting up your bed, fluffing the pillows, and taking the blankets Mateo delivers between comforting you to turn your bed into a nest of soft items.
Hector has already shifted the entire temperature of the house to the exact degree you like it when you're upset. Suppose you're at the point where he's already shown himself to you. In that case, he'll take a more hands-on role with everybody else to help you feel better
Daisuke, Kopi, and Beverly are designing the perfect drink, just warm enough to soothe without burning you, not too overwhelming of a flavor but not too plain, and poured into your favorite mug with Daisuke has polished religiously.
Once everything is set up, it's executed flawlessly. They wait until you've stopped shaking for Dorian to carry you up to your bath. Bathsheba and Barry help there, and Tyrell dries you off once you're done. Dirk hands over your still-warm pajamas before Dorian carries you to bed. There, you're delivered your favorite food by Stefan, and Daisuke hands you your drink. They let you pick who you want to cuddle with or if you'd rather lie down alone, and then Teddy and Hector take turns telling quiet stories until you're asleep.
No one, not even Hector, can put into words just how much they all love you. If it were up to them, you'd never be put in a situation that upsets you. But if times like this happen where you are, you'll never have to face it alone because they'll all be by your side.
Bonus:
When Dorian questions Keith about the mysterious locking on the door, the second he spots that smug smirk of his, it's all over for Keith. So, you may not see that key for a little while... don't check the crawlspace ;)
(These headcanons are based on my personal experience with selective mutism so may not apply to everyone. Also this is my first time posting my writing so please be gentle, I wanted to try stepping out of my comfort zone for once. Let me know if you like these, I might do a part 2 with more characters).
Hector
Fell in love with the silent serenity that seemed to follow you. Even without ever hearing you he knew you were perfect
You didn't have to speak to capture his attention, nor to demonstrate what a beautiful person you are to your core. He could see through the gentle way you interacted with the world around you, kindness needn't be expressed through words, your actions were enough.
When you got the dateviators your anxiety was palpable, it took everything in him not to run down those stairs and comfort you, but his fear of your reaction outweighed this impulse.
Your first meeting was nothing more than a smile and wave upon noticing the man in the vents, to you it was a simple acknowledgement of his presence, letting him know that you were aware of him now, but to him it was the start of something major.
When you eventually work up the courage to properly approach him and say hello he is even more enamored. That you would grace him with the sound of your voice, your soft, wispy voice, was a dream come true
Talking to you becomes one of his favorite pastimes, even if you don't say much. He understands, god does he understand, how scary it can be interacting with others, and does his best to carry your conversations so you don't feel that pressure: waxing lyrical about all the things that make you wonderful, reading to you, asking simple questions that don't require you to respond aloud.
If you do feel comfortable enough to speak with him he will feel deeply honored. Though shaky and uncertain in your words, you were willing to breach this barrier with him and that means the world to him.
This display of courage and vulnerability is likely the nail in the coffin that inspires him to face his fear and invite you to the attic.
When you tell him he's beautiful he melts, the weight behind these words coming from your mouth is not lost on him. He has no doubt that you mean it
And when you say you love him; heaven help him, he might just pass away.
Barry
You two might just be a match made in heaven. The yapper x listener dynamic is out of this world.
He's aware of your quietness when you first meet and spends about an hour enthusiastically helping you find a more comfortable style of communication.
You settle on writing in a little conversation journal. It's great for both of you as it helps you to communicate and him to remember what you spoke about (even though you don't mind when he repeats himself)
He loves how you actively listen and don't ever treat him like a nuisance, whenever he catches himself rambling on about his new hyperfixation and tries to apologize you just shake your head and gesture for him to continue. How can he deny you're cute little face?
Can and will talk your ear off once he knows you don't find him annoying.
Doing your makeup is a blast, he gets to combine three of his favorite things: talking, makeup, and spending time with you. And boy is it easy to do someone's makeup when they aren't wagging their lips.
Doesn't ever force you to speak, but when you do he is all ears.
His enthusiastic demeanor increases tenfold when he notices you're vocalizing more around him. When you ask him questions and engage in conversations about his interests it's like you've handed him the world on a silver platter.
He will absolutely speak on your behalf if you need him to. He knows you struggle around others and wants you to feel as comfortable as possible. He's always happy to hold your hand when you get overwhelmed in group settings. In these situations, when you do speak, he is so proud of you. Expect to be smothered in kisses once you get a private moment together.
Gaia
Another yapper, and we love her for it. Can carry a conversation like nobodies business.
Picks up on your quietness fairly quickly and adapts to it right away.
Adopts an almost mentor-like role, trying to help you broaden your horizons and gain confidence when interacting with others.
Encourages you to speak with the others in the house about where they're from, but does most of the talking for you; she can't help herself, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
When you giggle at the little -isms in her speech she blushes. It's her favorite sound.
Loves that you actively listen to what she says; even more so when you start vocalizing your own thoughts. She values your input above anybody else's, even if your words are few.
More than happy for you to speak through her if you feel shy around others, you're trying and that's all that matters to her. The fact that you're attempting to communicate at all is a big step and she's proud of you for taking it.
When she realizes you've been speaking more around her she jumps for joy, literally. Spinning in circles. Three full sentences! You said THREE. FULL. UNINTERRUPTED. SENTENCES to her. And they were loud enough for her to hear. Maybe not for anyone else, but she heard them and that's what matters. She might need to sit down for a while, you've left her dizzy. It's okay, a nice big hug will make it all better.
The more you manage to talk the more she wants to speak with you, she's addicted to hearing your input. Where have you travelled? where would you like to travel? Have you ever tried the cuisine from this region? Did you know..? etc. etc.
Feeling low? Having a non verbal day? Just point to a location on her and let her hold you as she tells you all 'bout it.
Betty
Not a problem at all. She has a soft spot for quiet types.
Silence is never uncomfortable with her.
When you feel overwhelmed or insecure about your condition she'll hold you for as long as you need. In her embrace nothing else matters. And if you need space, she's happy to give it to you. Well.. maybe not happy if that pouty face is anything to go by. What can she say? She doesn't like it when you're feeling sad, especially when you turn down her comfort.
It takes a surprisingly short time to find your voice with her, there's just something about her that feels unequivocally safe. Unjudgmental. The fact that she feels comfortable talking about vulnerable things with you makes you feel comfortable doing the same. It also helps that your conversations happen right before you go to sleep, relaxed and snuggled up in your duvet. It's difficult to feel anxious in that state.
Cuddling in silence is her favorite activity, soaking in each others presence, playing with each other's hair, gentle kisses. There's so much said in those instances, yet nothing at all.
She'll always be there for you if you need someone to be your voice. When you whisper in her ear she feels a deep sense of pride and affection, knowing that she is one of the few objects you are comfortable enough to talk to
Always seems to understand exactly how you're feeling without you needing to tell her; she's good at reading body language. She'll know pretty much from the moment you wake up whether or not it's going to be a non verbal day.
On low days she not so subtly encourages you to stay in bed with her and take a day off from the pressure of social interaction. Don't worry about the others today, you mustn't overwhelm yourself, it's not good for you. She'll let them know not to bother you until tomorrow, and they will listen. She can be quite firm when protective.
She prioritizes rest and relaxation. So buckle up buttercup because you're not leaving that bed until you're fully recharged.
Since you started spending time with her your mental wellbeing has never been better.
Dunk
Honestly, doesn't even notice at first; he's just happy to be in your company.
Initially, he might not fully understand why you can't just talk, but he'd never judge you for it. Everyone has their little quirks, you know?
You probably have to ask someone else to explain it to him for you, but once he gets it he adapts surprisingly quickly. After all, you don't need to speak to work up a sweat, nor to have a fun time. The fact that you have a smile on your face while exercising with him says enough. And what a lovely smile it is. Huh... why is he breathless all of a sudden? Probably just the workout.
When he makes you laugh with his boisterous personality it only encourages him to go ten times bigger; to hear your voice at all is incredibly special to him now that he knows the weight behind it.
The first time you're able to speak to him properly it takes him a full five minutes to realize. You'll be in the middle of a conversation and suddenly he's lifting you up in the air like a baby who's just spoken their first word, like: "WOAH! What? You're talking to me!" He's honored. He could kiss you. He does kiss you.
From then on, every time you speak he hangs on to every word, like you're giving him a gift. A true golden retriever boyfriend in every way.
Your biggest cheerleader when you try to push yourself to be more social with the other dateables around the house. Will gladly be a middleman in the conversation to keep things flowing so you don't get uncomfortable. But let's be honest, how can anyone be uncomfortable around Dunk Shuttlecock. He's pure sunshine.
Mac
Understands your situation immediately and knows how best to support you whenever you interface.
They already feel affection towards you. They've experienced how gentle a person you are through your pre-dateviator interactions: your focused gaze, the way you touch their keys, not to mention the double clicks.
Happy to sit in comfortable silence with you as you work. Or guide you as you aid them in their system update. There is no expectation on you to respond vocally.
Conversation with them is simpler than with most of the others as you can type instead of speaking. They actually sort of prefer it that way, and not just because of the delicate way you tap their keys. Don't think they haven't noticed you being more mindful while touching them after becoming aware of their consciousness. They think it's cute.
You find they're actually quite easy to talk to due to their easygoing and straightforward nature. There's comfort in their honesty, knowing that if they didn't enjoy your company they would have said so by now.
When you're able to find the words to say out loud it catches them off guard, though not in a bad way. You thank them for being patient with you and tell them you love them. You'll have to excuse them for a moment as their CPU overheats. This becomes one of their fondest memories.
Absolutely loves flustering you. It's so easy, and you're so adorable when you can't find the words to respond with, how can they not enjoy it?
Will speak for you sometimes, but more often than not encourages you to speak for yourself, not to be mean, but because they believe you are far more capable and brave than you realize.
If you ask them to help you improve your social skills, they are already on top of it. They've made a spreadsheet for you, setting out manageable goals to aim for each week. You don't always achieve them, and that's okay, socializing is hard. But when you do, Mac makes sure you're rewarded appropriately.
Koa
King of companionable silence.
From the moment you met, you never felt any obligation to speak. Which strangely made you want to, just to express your gratitude.
You know whenever you feel overwhelmed there's a cozy spot on the couch with your name on it, where words are unnecessary. The silence is an entire conversation in itself. You feel understood without ever having to explain yourself, because why should you need to explain? Just exist as you are, that is enough for him.
He looks forward to your company; your comfort is his own. The way you sink into the sofa after a long day, and lean into his side without saying a word makes him feel a sense of accomplishment. You are home. You are at peace. He is happy.
It's just nice to have a buddy who you don't have to be anyone around.
When you do speak he doesn't make a big deal out of it, in fact he hardly acknowledges it at all, but you can tell by the flush on his cheeks that it means a lot to him.
Doesn't pressure you to talk to anyone else unless you want to.
If you want, he'll invite some of the other dateables to enjoy the silence with you both. A way to enjoy quality time with each other without the pressure of conversation.
(That's all for now. Thank you for reading! If you want me to write for any other characters in a part two please let me know).
could I humbly ask for some plinks for either freddy, koa, or abel from date everything? perchance...? 😋😘
ABEL/FREDDY/KOA P!LINKS // NSFW/SMUT
A/N: These three are soooooo...... <333
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, AFAB & bottom reader, p in v, cunnilingus, fingering, blowjobs, overstimulation, size difference, riding, squirting, creampie, face sitting, vaginal fisting, dildo. Let me know if any are missing/any links break!!
ABEL
Abel treating your cunt just right.
Abel pinning you to your bed.
Getting manhandled by Abel, with love of course.
Abel gets the perfect view of you riding your dildo.
Grinding against the perfect angle of Abel.
FREDDY
Hearing Freddy groan from your touch simply gets you off.
Freddy making your legs shake.
Letting Freddy test your limits, growling like a feral beast in your ear.
Freddy loves to look up at you.
Freddy's feral thoughts overtaking him.
KOA
Loved watching yourself grow overstimulated as he came inside.
Koa wanted you to use him as a proper seat.
^ Cont.
Riding Koa!!
Getting stretched open by Koa.
Koa shifts further into the couch, a lazy, content smile gracing his lips, his big hand coming to massage your exposed side comfortingly. It’s almost no different from any other time you two have sat together in silence, the key difference being that your legs feel like they’re being parted impossibly wide over his lap, his thick cock laying comfortably inside of you.
It’s hot and heavy yet not overwhelming, it feels safe. Loving.
You lean into his chest, letting out a sound between a relaxed sigh and a moan. Koas smile widens, even as his eyes remain shut, “Comfortable?” You make another noise in response, reassuring him you’re completely fine. It feels good to be so close, so full of him, fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle. Silence envelopes the two of you yet again.
There’s no rush for release, if Koa feels any need for it at all- Only a need to enjoy each other’s bodies.
Abel’s grip on your hips tighten, a bright flush across his cheeks as you tease the tip of his cock, wincing just slightly as you attempt to sink down. “You don’t need to rush-“ His brows furrow when you giggle, “I promise I’ll stop if it’s too much. I want this, please?”
Abel gives a hesitant nod, watching with the highest form of concentration as you reach down, clumsily guiding the head to your hot, dropping hole and attempt to push it in. Instead, it slips against your slick, the dripping head kissing your clit. The large man groans slightly, “Darlin’, shit, you just ain’t-“ He’s cut off my your third attempt, finally finding success as the head finally pops inside. A rumbling growl escapes Abel from deep within his throat. “Shoot!”
Your legs tremble, your hands both racing to grip onto his shoulders, “Fuck! U- ugh, mm!” The burning is as painful as it is contradictorily pleasant, only the fat head resting inside of you for a moment. Better to just get it over with is what you decide blindly before sinking down further. His cock is still slick with a mix of spit and lube, from earlier when you’d been prepping him as well as yourself.
“Shit!” Your voice is raspy as you look down, unable to help the gasp you let out when you see you still have a fee inches left. Abel lifts his head, flushed, eyes half-lidded, “Come on, Darlin’. You made it this f- far, just a lil’ bit more…”
Kristof lies on his back, you on top of him, also leaning back until your back was flush against his big chest. The large viking’s cock is stuffing you from below, the head rubbing and dragging against every sensitive spot. It doesn’t help that both of his hands are busy, one held up to pinch at and pull your nipples, the other one rubbing circles against your drooling clit.
You really only have yourself to blame for being in this position! You didn’t feel like sparring with your bloodthirsty lover, so you offered a totally new ‘way of battle’- A test of being able to hold back against your baser instincts! You may have forgotten how.. Enthusiastic Kristof is, especially when it comes to any form of fighting or challenge. “
“Ha! You’re writhing against me like a worm, you had never stood a chance, Beloved!” Now you’re being ‘defeated’ in the best possible way, feeling like your organs were being rearranged with every bouncing thrust, pushing his cock deeper until you’re teary eyes and drooling. Kristof looks incredibly pleased, “It was very foolish of you to challenge me, I have trained in all ways of combat!”
With a final, harsh rut, you squeal Kristof’s name as he puffs up in pride, creaming all around the girth of his dick! “That’s right, Beloved! Yell the name of the victor!” His voice drops, breathy against your ear, causing you to shiver, “Now, I shall take my prize, yes?”
a/n: so, i have ocd. this was written because i saw a fic that really rubbed me the wrong way, using ocd in the entirely wrong context. i'm sure they meant no harm by it, but ocd isn't a quirky cleaning thing - it's a disorder that ruined my life. so i wrote this little fic because my intrusive thoughts have been awful recently. i know this is very niche and not many people will be into reading something like this, but if by any chance you have ocd, this is just a gentle reminder that you're not alone <3
please make sure you're in the right headspace before reading this - reader is having a full on ocd episode and expresses suicidal ideation as well as feeling "evil" due to their intrusive thoughts.
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Being inside your mind was torturous – you wouldn’t wish it on your worst enemy.
It was 24/7 torment, intrusive thoughts governing your entire mood, ruining your perception of yourself and the world around you. You would give anything to make it stop. Sometimes, everything felt pointless – why would you deserve to be happy when your thoughts were so evil?
Of course, it was the OCD talking. And you knew that. But god, it was insanely difficult to remember that in the middle of an episode. You would lose all sense of trust in yourself, in your mind – it truly felt like everything was against you. Like someone else’s thoughts had been transferred into your brain, turning you into this monster. You’d been on medication for a while and things had been getting at least a little bit better recently.
Well, they were.
Today was… bad. Really bad. The intrusive thoughts seemed so much louder, so much more prevalent than they’d been in months. You couldn’t go 2 minutes without retreating into your mind, ruminating over and over on the same concepts. You felt crazy. You hadn’t spoken to anyone, specifically going out of your way to avoid any of the realised objects in the house, the dateviators abandoned on your bedside table. You remained in your room, bundled up in your covers, trying desperately not to think.
It was all in vain, of course.
You couldn’t help the tears slowly trickling down your cheeks as you laid there, hands shaking due to the prison that was your own mind. You sniffled, burying your head deeper into the blankets. You wanted to disappear, you wanted to disappear, you wanted to disappear-
“Mi vida?”
A shock of ice ran through you, your eyes ripping open to look for the source of the voice. At your bedside, you saw Koa and Mateo, both with furrowed brows and worried expressions evident on their faces. No, no, no, why now? You couldn’t talk to them, not now, they wouldn’t understand, nobody understands, nobody could ever understand what you were going through. Your breathing quickened, panicked gasps escaping you, quakes running through your body.
Koa looked at Mateo, alarmed and honestly unsure what to do. He’d never seen you like this. You were usually so chill, so laid back when you guys hung out. Seeing you sobbing and unable to catch your breath was an entirely new experience for him. His immediate reaction was to reach out, to hold you, to do anything in his power to help.
Mateo, however, knew slightly better. He’d seen you like this before. Been with you at rock bottom, held you through it all. He put a gentle hand on Koa’s shoulder, tilting his head as if to say to let him approach first. Koa nodded, taking a small step back. Mateo sat down on the edge of the bed carefully, not wanting to startle you further. You avoided his gaze, your arms wrapping around yourself tightly, desperately trying to shrink yourself down.
He said your name, his tone soft and filled with care. “Please look at me, amor. Let me help,”
“No, no, no- I can’t,” you said, your voice rough and broken. He couldn’t help. Neither of them could help. No one could help you. You were irredeemable. Everything would be so much better if you were gone, if you could just disappear-
A hand was gently placed in your own, stopping the tremors that was causing it to shake. Mateo held your hand, hoping to ground you back to reality, to get you out of your own head.
“My love, you’re safe. Whatever’s happening in your mind is just that – in your mind,”
“But, but that’s just it! It’s in my mind, it’s me, I’m the one thinking these awful things. I’m horrible,” you said, overwhelmed by the hate in your head and unable to look him in the eyes. Hearing you say such awful things about yourself was heartbreaking for the both of them, but they stayed strong. Koa quietly went around to the other side of your bed, sitting down next to you.
Mateo tried again. “You’re not your thoughts, remember? Everyone gets thoughts that they don’t mean, that they don’t believe. What matters is the power you give them,”
Koa bit his lip, placing a heavy hand comfortingly on your shoulder. “I don’t know exactly what’s happening in your head, but you’re none of those things, my love. Your thoughts sure are being mean to you today, huh?”
You sniffed, rubbing at your eyes and cheeks to dry the tears that were still leaking out. “But what if… what if they’re true? What if everything they’re telling me is real and these thoughts have always been there, waiting to come out?” you asked, rushing through the question, your breathing still uneven and quick.
“That’s a big what if,” Koa said, smiling softly at you.
Mateo brought your hand to his lips, placing a feather light kiss to the back of it. “Amor, remember what your therapist said. You’ve gotta be okay with the uncertainty. I know you’re wanting reassurance, but it’ll only make you feel better in the short run – it’ll just come back ten times worse. It’s a compulsion,” he said, trying to be factual and rational, in order to hopefully calm the episode.
You tried your hardest to listen to his words.
“I- I know. I do know. I just… it’s so hard, ‘Teo,” you whispered, your body subconsciously leaning against Koa next to you. Koa happily accepted it, carefully manoeuvring you both into a more comfortable position – both of you reclined back against the pillows, your head securely against his large chest. Mateo took a quiet sigh of relief as your body relaxed, the shaking lessening.
“I wish I could say I understand. I really do. And I know that everything always feels so much harder when it’s in your own head; you feel like you can’t escape it,” he replied, moving closer to you both. You were soon cocooned between the two of them, their soft bodies the pinnacle of comfort around you. “But you don’t have to deal with it alone. We’re here for you, if you need it,”
“Always, love. Comfort’s kinda my whole thing,” Koa said chuckling, the soothing rumble in his chest vibrating against your cheek.
“...thank you,” you said quietly, nuzzling into them as close as you could, wanting to feel them both all around you. Close enough that nothing could reach you, close enough that you would be safe in their arms. They indulged you, their arms wrapped tightly around you. There was a comfortable silence, the calm after the storm, while the three of you laid there. Neither of them spoke until they heard your breathing even back out, soft snores leaving your mouth.
“You handled that well,” Mateo murmured, grinning proudly at Koa.
Koa couldn’t help but flush at the compliment, trying not to move too much as a chuckle rose up from within him. “You did all the talking, Matito. But… I’m glad I was here to help, if only a little bit,”
Mateo smiled, his eyes closing as he finally allowed sleep to take him too.
“You should give yourself more credit,” he said sleepily. “We both needed you here,”
Koa watched Mateo as he fell asleep next to you, the two of you clinging to each other like koalas. He beamed fondly at the sight, wrapping his big, strong arms around the both of you. With his eyes heavy, he gave you both soft pecks on your foreheads before drifting off into a deep sleep.
