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CHAPTER TWELVE
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You recall your first day in your new house well in terms of the HVAC. Tracking down the key to the attic so that you could check out the system and figure out why the heater wasn’t working too well. In the end, you were pretty disappointed to not understand what the issue was, but you remember the heater randomly turning on once you had returned to your room. Embarrassingly enough, you remember kissing your fingers and pressing them to the grate as a thank you all too well. If you knew that the objects in your house were alive, maybe you would have made a better decision instead of basically kissing your ventilation system. Or maybe not. You haven’t met them yet.
You woke yourself up earlier today and got ready, skipping breakfast and focusing on talking to the HVAC first. You can apologize to your friends in the kitchen later. Your eyes are glued to your white fingertips as you walk through the upstairs hallway, sighing softly while you push your shoulder into the attic door. You feel it click and open along with your nudge, saving you from having to turn the handle and open it yourself. You smile and gently pat the surface of the door.
”Thanks, Dorian,” you say softly as you walk further into the room. You stop in front of the HVAC unit, crossing your arms as you stare it down. It’s a pretty awkward position. You almost feel as if you look like a mom who’s about to scold her child. You don’t feel like intruding and entering their space, but you aren’t sure how to make them come out. Luckily for you, you don’t have to wait too long before you hear a muffled voice coming from inside the unit.
”Not here. A vent. Anywhere else in the house. I-I’ll talk to you there,” a man’s voice, gruff and low but also squeaking, speaks in a panicked manner. It takes you a moment to process, staring at the unit for a long moment before speaking.
”Uh…everything okay—?”
”Yes! Yes, yes, yes, just…go away!” He says anxiously. His voice sounds almost forced, like the gruffness is all a front. There are a few cracks every time he pushes a word out. Still, you can’t tell well enough just yet considering his voice is quite muffled by the ventilation unit. So, you nod with a small sigh and turn on your heel, leaving the room.
”Alright then…” You mumble, leaving the attic and closing the door gently behind you. You’ve gotten quite used to just being directed from place to place by the objects in this house that you don’t even question it anymore. You walk right back to your room, deciding to check out the vent that sits right above your closet. You close your bedroom door behind you and settle down on the edge of your bed, looking up to the vent. There’s a moment of silence as you stare at it for a long while before speaking.
”Uhm…is this better?” You ask. There’s a beat of silence once more before you see a tanned pair of hands slip from the grates. They almost fuse through the thin grates in a way your eyes can’t quite process. You’re unsure why the man doesn’t just step out of the vent, opting for remaining within his territory while just on the edge of physical manifestation and still being a part of the vent. You’d think it's tight in there, but considering the objects can form as a sort of home for its hosts, you’re sure it’s not as cramped as you think.
You can almost see the soft gleam in the man’s eyes barely peeking through the grates of the vent, the rest of his face obscured from your vision. He lets out a soft, husky sigh of relief seeing you sitting patiently and gazing up at him.
”There you are…much better…” he says, that gruff raspiness of his voice much more clean and lacking the cracks you could hear before, “I’m…terribly sorry to have rushed you so rudely out of the attic, but…believe me—i-it’s much better for both of us that you see me here.”
Your eyebrows furrow a little and you tilt your head to the side a bit, squinting up at him.
”Why’s that?” you ask curiously and he clasps his tanned hands together anxiously.
”You see…I’m not quite handsome in the eyes of most. I’m…well, to speak bluntly, quite hideous and…I do not want to ruin my chance of being with you just as I get it,” he mutters and you feel your eyebrows knit together further. Hideous? He’s speaking so awfully about himself within the first few sentences you’ve spoken to him and you’re not all here for it.
”Hideous?” You echo, “What the Hell are you talking about? I’m sure you’re being hard on yourself.”
He sputters a bit, his eyes widening ever so slightly as if taken aback by your firm disagreement. He then chuckles sheepishly and his eyes become half-lidded once again, gazing at you with that sort of…fondness.
”Oh, my love, I can assure you…you and I will be most happy from this viewpoint,” he says, his voice low and husky that it makes a shiver shoot straight down your spine. Your face heats up and you tilt your head down a bit. How dare he make you flustered when you’re trying to reassure him that his devastatingly low self-esteem is a bad thing!
”Now, you’ve come to talk to me for a specific reason, I have no doubt,” he says, clearing his throat a bit, “what can I do for you? Answer anything and I will wait on hand and foot for you. I am entirely at your service and command. My existence is to please you…”
Alright, now this feels like too much. He just keeps going. Each word he says is combined with an eagerness and tenderness of pure adoration that your heart can’t handle. You’re not used to being this pampered all the time by people who genuinely seem to adore you. You need to get a grip of your heart to avoid becoming a blushing mess in every conversation around your house.
”That’s u-uh—that’s awesome—thanks,” you sputter out, skipping over certain words awkwardly before taking a deep breath and clearing your thoughts, “I was wondering if your system is, sort of, doing okay. If maybe the AC or heater system isn’t up to date or you need some repairs I can help with. It’s been kind of hard to control the heat around here and…it’s getting colder outside and everything—“
”You’re freezing?” He asks gently and you cut yourself off before nodding.
”I…think? There are white spots on the tips of my fingers and I assumed maybe the AC has been colder than I realized or the heater hasn’t been on—“
”Show me.” His voice cracks a little with the firmness, almost like his bravado is slipping over a feeling of concern. You’re a little taken aback before you stand up from your seat and approach the vent. You stand on your toes and raise your hand up to the vent. You feel his warm, calloused hand take your wrist to hold you up just a little bit higher, just enough to examine the tips of your fingers.
”They’re…white,” he says and you nod.
”Yeah…is that normal?”
He sputters out a small scoff, his thumb absentmindedly running over the skin of your wrist.
”I’m not a doctor. I-I wouldn’t…I don’t…” he pauses and then shifts your hand a little closer to the grates, feeling along your skin lovingly, “you have beautiful hands…”
You feel your face heat up again and sigh. Flattery is nice and all, but you’re sure your hands aren’t as beautiful with white spots on the tips of your fingers.
”Thank you,” you breathe out, your body straining to stay on your toes for him.
”I knew I’d love these hands from the moment you offered me a kiss with them…I adored that, by the way,” he says earnestly and you feel even more flustered. Of course he remembers that. You mentally kick yourself in the head for doing so, but you’re at least glad that he doesn’t seem upset or bothered by your mindless actions pre-dateviators. If anything, he’s clearly very happy you did so.
“You’re…uh…you’re welcome,” you grunt softly and he quickly releases your hand, letting you sink back onto your heels.
”Sorry, I forgot you’re not quite tall enough to lend me your hand comfortably,” he chuckles softly, “As for your hands…I wish I could offer you an answer, but I have nothing. I will most definitely be sure to increase the heat for you, though. I wouldn’t want you freezing up, my love.”
You absent-mindedly brush the tips of your fingers together as you listen, a soft smile tugging at your lips. Again, this sort of pampering is something you’re not exactly used to, but you can’t complain. You’ve never felt so utterly cared for until you started being able to speak to the objects in your household. Some may be somewhat bitter or eccentric, but the majority of them seem to care about you. It makes you feel…safe.
And with that, the concern over your fingertips melts away a little. You’re sure whatever it is, you’ll be just fine. There are people here to take care of you.
”Thank you…” you trail off slowly, raising an eyebrow as you expect a name from him. He lets out a small “oh!” in response, realizing he’s missed a key component of his formal introduction.
”Hector Valentino Airnesto Condicionado.” Hector says, making you blink a bit as his full name flies past your head for a moment. You process his name for a moment before smiling softly with a sigh.
”Thank you, Hector.” You affirm and he seems delighted by your use of his name.
”Anytime, my love. I’ll always be here to help you,” he says earnestly, allowing another flutter in your chest, “but if…whatever is happening to your fingers gets worse, please do let me know. I’m…worried.”
It’s an odd dichotomy that you feel hearing those words. Yes, being cared for is nice and all, but making others worry? Especially people who hardly know you. People who have been kind to you for no cause. Kindness you can handle, but concern? Even after what happened with Skylar…?
You feel a small pit form in your stomach, bubbling up to your throat and making you speak before you can think much about it.
”Don’t worry,” you assure him as soon as you can, “I’m sure it’s nothing. It must just be from stress from the move. I’m sure my body’s just reacting to something new. A lot’s been going on after all.”
Hector seems to think for a moment, clearly wanting to remain worried, but deciding to try and let it go for your sake. You asked him to, after all. He wants to do whatever you tell him. He’s eager to please you.
”Alright…” he grumbles softly before clearing his throat a bit, “then, I bid you farewell, my love. Please, take care of yourself. I will adjust my temperatures to match what you need. Do not be afraid to come see me again.”
You allow a soft smile to tug on your lips and you nod. Of course you’ll return to him. You want to return to all of them.
”Thank you, Hector.”
”Of course…”
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You stare at your fingers a moment longer as you stand in the hall, trying to put an answer on the question rushing through your mind. Not even really questioning solutions, but more wanting to know the cause. Maybe you need to get some blood flowing into your fingers? Yeah, some exercise wouldn’t hurt to get your blood pumping and your body going again. Maybe get that blood back into your fingers. Not to necessarily say you’ve been lazy at all since you’ve moved to your new home. If anything, you’ve been more active consistently than you’ve ever been in your life. Still, you brush that thought away as you feel more comforted pretending some exercise would do you good. When does it ever hurt?
You step into the extra room upstairs and close the doors behind you. You remember packing some weights and stretch bands for your own workouts, only to realize there was so much left behind by the last homeowner who ditched the house thinking their objects were all haunted. As if you didn’t have a bunch of shit before, now you have all your shit and someone else’s shit. Still, along with having extra weights, that means you also have other workout items, as well.
A yoga ball, a yoga mat, weights, and various sports items like a basketball, football, tennis balls, baseballs, and more. Wow, either the last homeowner was a sports nut or they were left with shit from the owner before them, too. Are you even allowed to leave stuff behind when selling a house? Who cares? Yes or no, you’re stuck with it.
You’re cut from your thoughts as you hear a huff of breath behind you and a soft grunt that sounds like someone sitting up…then laying down…then sitting up…and staying up.
”Oh—hey there!” You hear an enthusiastic laugh following the call towards you. You turn from the closet and see someone on said yoga mat you had been thinking about earlier. You hadn’t really been looking in that direction of the room when you walked inside and failed to notice the very fit man working out on it, “don’t worry, I do do yoga. I do use the mat for its purpose, but I’m just usin’ it for good back support right now.”
You watch in amazement as the man pushes to his feet, standing up and stretching.
”I didn’t quite finish my set, but gettin’ to know you is more important, huh?” He snorts softly. He has a charming smile on his face, a look of eager excitement to see you. Luck seems to have struck you again with meeting someone who actually seems to want to get to know you.
He’s not necessarily a big guy, but damn he could crush you with those thighs and biceps if he felt like it. He’s got some meat on his body, that’s for sure. He’s wearing white, padded pants and no shirt, his abs having white lines painted across them that resemble what looks like the lining of a basketball. He has some sort of chest plate covering his chest (as best as it can) and shoulder padding that resembles footballs, the top of one shoulder pad having a soccer ball and the other a baseball. He has elbow padding that resembles a rollerblade and sweat bands on his wrist. There’s just…too much going on in his outfit. Not to mention, he’s wearing untied soccer cleats and red leg warmers that look slightly disheveled. It irks you almost, trying to focus on everything he’s wearing. When you finally raise your head and opt to meet his eyes instead, you feel much more flustered seeing that fond look in his eyes you’ve seen on so many others around the house. He’s got stubble lining his jawline and chin, some hair dusting above his upper lip. There are black lines under his eyes and his hair is…wow. It’s like a collection of gloves and baseball mitts in a way that is meant to resemble hair. He certainly looks the part. You can tell exactly what he is. And the fact that he’s the guy you’re looking for.
”Gettin’ a good look in?” He says with a lazy grin, his hands on his hips. You blush and meet his eyes again.
”Oh! Uh…sorry—“ you sputter out, but he laughs and shakes his head.
”No! No no no, don’t be sorry. I’m flattered. Been a while since I’ve gotten to show off these bad boys to someone new,” he teases, giving you a nice flex of his arm muscles that nearly floors you. He then drops his arms, placing his hands back on his hips.
”Now, I have been just dying to meet you! I’ve been wondering when you’d finally come check out the exercise room. Last homeowner ran out of the house before I even had the chance to see ‘em,” he laughs before holding his hand out to you, “Duncan Shuttlecock, master of fun, jack of all trades, the list goes on.”
You grin and take his hand, shaking it. As soon as you do, you cringe at how strong his handshake is. He doesn’t seem to know his own strength.
”Please, call me Dunk, though. “Duncan” makes me feel like my dad,” he chuckles as he continues to shake your hand, squeezing the Hell out of it.
”Nice to meet you, Dunk,” you say with a sheepish grin, nearly breathing out in relief once he releases your hand, “you’ve got a…firm handshake.”
As you flex your fingers, trying to soothe the cramp forming, you’re taken aback as Dunk quickly takes your hand back into his. He’s much more gentle this time. He examines it, a frown tugging on his lips.
”Ah, did I squeeze too hard? Sorry, man, forgot to tone it down. I was just so excited to meet you!” Dunk tries to laugh it off, though you’re well aware of the way his fingers gently massage into your sore palm. He’s not the mindless jock you were expecting upon first seeing him. Really, thinking of meeting your sports equipment at all made you assume it would be like a one of those jerk football players from your high school or a frat guy from college. Dunk seems sweet…and caring. Even if he’s stronger than he tends to remember.
”It’s okay. No worries. It doesn’t hurt or anything.” You try to laugh it off, as well, but Dunk’s laughter fades as he seems to set sight on your fingertips, curling your fingers upwards a bit to get a better look.
”I’ve never seen something like this before. You got fingertip-tats or somethin’?” Dunk asks and you stifle a snort of laughter.
”No, uh…that’s actually the reason I came to see you. I was hoping to…maybe get my blood pumpin’ again and get some blood flow into my hands. I think I just…I actually don’t know. This just sort of…happened,” you try to explain as best you can. Dunk slowly raises an eyebrow. Even he doesn’t really believe it.
”You sure you don’t need to go to the doctor or something?” He asks, seeming minorly concerned.
”Nah, I’m sure it’s…” you trail off and then shake your head, letting out a heavy sigh, “I think taking care of my health is a good start.”
Dunk seems a bit unconvinced, but he allows a smile to tug on his lips anyway at your words. He releases your hand and places his hands back on his hips once more.
”Well, if you’re looking for a good workout to get your blood pumpin’, you came to the right dude!” Dunk exclaims, seeming overjoyed you came to see him for the thing he’s most passionate about. Exercise.
”We could do some yoga, maybe try out some weights, do some stretches, and throw a ball around. Anything to keep that heart pumpin’ and that body movin’!” Dunk clasps his hands together, “work-out buddies!”
You slowly grin at his words and laugh softly, nodding eagerly.
”Let’s do it!” You try to meet his enthusiasm, something that only seems to please him more, “how about we toss around the football out back? Something relaxing. It’s a little cold, so I’ll have to grab my jacket…”
Dunk is already heading for the closet, pulling a football out and sliding the door shut.
”Some toss-and-catch it is!”
”Need a jacket? I’m sure I have an extra one that’s…a bit bigger,” you offer with a sheepish smile, Dunk following behind you towards your bedroom.
”Ah, no, I’ll be fine. Thanks, man, but I got plenty of meat on my bones to keep me warm.”
You blush as Dunk snorts with laughter, hiding your flushed face in the closet as you grab a jacket. You don’t doubt Dunk would make a great source of body heat if you were really freezing. You can’t help but immediately look at his body the moment you turn to face him again, quickly correcting your eyes back to his face as you slip your jacket on. Luckily for you, Dunk is too focused on watching the football bounce up and down lazily in his hand as he tosses it up and catches it again. He finally meets your gaze and grins. He clasps the football in both hands.
”Ready to head out?”
”Yup.”
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You hadn’t taken the chance to check out your backyard yet. You’d stared at it through your window many times, but actually enjoying your very own backyard was a task you were just now about to complete. You open the back door, patting its surface gently as a small hello and thank you to Dorian. He’s under a lot of stress right now. You want to let him know as often as you can that he’s always kept in mind. You hope that’s something he can appreciate.
You’re hesitant to bring Dunk out back at first, but as long as a piece of him comes with, Dunk seems to be just fine. You hold the football in your hands as you step off the back porch and onto the soft grass. Autumn leaves are strewn about the ground, a nice crisp breeze passing by you. You’re glad you grabbed a jacket. Still, it’s very nice out.
Dunk immediately jogs over to one end of the backyard. It’s small, but big enough for a game of catch. You smile to yourself and move to the other side.
”Alright! Toss that ball over!” Dunk says with a grin, definitely yelling louder than he needs to. You’re not that far away.
You wind your arm back and toss the ball to him. It wavers in the air, spinning and wobbling clunkily before Dunk catches it with ease. He didn’t seem to struggle getting it at all, even if it did veer off the path a lot.
”Sorry!” You call out with a sheepish laugh, but Dunk only smiles wider.
”You’re all good. Never thrown a football before?” Dunk laughs as he tosses it back. You watch it soar up through the air with a perfect spin, backing up to catch it in your arms. You let out a soft ‘oof!’ upon impact with your chest.
”Not much,” you call back, tossing it up and down a bit before throwing it again. Another not so great throw from you. Another perfect catch from Dunk, “I played in my high school P.E. class, but…”
Dunk responds with laughter as he tosses it over again.
”Did you at least kick ass in P.E.?” Dunk asks teasingly and you can’t hide your grin as you catch the football.
”Oh yeah. Knocking over the jocks like it was nothing. Tackling everyone in my way. Making goal after goal—“
”Touchdown,” Dunk corrects you with a grin, “Goals are for soccer, buddy.”
You both pause, your grip on the ball tightening as a blush settles over your face. You then snort in laughter, embarrassed at your slip up despite having been making a sarcastic joke the entire time.
”I meant—fuck!” You laugh and Dunk joins in, unable to hide his own laughter.
”Captain of the football team, huh?”
”Shut up! I was joking!”
”I can tell.”
Your laughter dies down as you shake your head. You give him a more determined grin, winding your arm back and tossing the ball again. It shoots straight at him, not a single wobble in its toss. He catches it with practiced ease and his grin widens.
”Hey, there you go,” he says with an impressed tone. You admire that he seems impressed in you despite clearly having lots of practice himself. He just seems happy you’re out here trying in general, not a hint of competitive annoyance in his eyes even when your last two throws had been absolute shit, “you’re gettin’ better, man! Just keep throwing like that. Let the ball spin off your fingers.”
He tosses the ball back and you nod as you catch it. You adjust your grip to press your fingers to the lacing on the side and toss it back, focusing a bit better. It wobbles a little, but it’s much better than the start. Dunk catches it with a grin.
”Nice!”
You toss the ball back and forth, Dunk talking on and on about some of his memories with sports. You’re grateful he has a lot to say because you wouldn’t be able to catch your breath well between tossing and talking if you tried talking much. Basketball, baseball, lacrosse, football, soccer, volleyball, and Dunk’s list goes on and on. He’s an active guy, that’s for sure. He even tells you about the time he turned down a massive sports opportunity from his coach, something his dad had scolded him about. His expression gets a little solemn as he gets there, catching the football you just tossed towards him.
”He sure wasn’t happy with me,” Dunk sighs, tossing the ball back and forth between his hands, “but it was just too competitive by then. You’re only playing to win…you stop playing for the love of the game.”
Dunk pauses, the ball stilling in his hands.
”I’ve seen so many people in any sport get so competitive. It becomes aggressive and…then no one’s even playing because they love the sport. They’re playing because they love to win,” Dunk pauses and looks up to meet your gaze. You’re standing there patiently, the look on your face letting him know you’re not bothered by his pause in the game, “…my dad’s one of those guys.”
You nod slowly, pushing your hands into your pockets to keep them warm.
”…I’m sorry, Dunk,” you sympathize with him, “I get what you mean. Sports are fun and…those assholes on the field that only care about victory always ruin it.”
There’s a moment of silence, the rustling of leaves outside filling the empty space as Dunk seems to take a small breather for himself. You hesitate before speaking up again.
”I’m having fun, Dunk,” you say, making him look up to meet your gaze again, “…I mean, we’ve just been tossing the football back and forth, but…I wouldn’t want to be doing anything else right now.”
Dunk stares at you for a long moment before his grin slowly grows. He pats the ball a bit before stepping back to get into a throwing position again.
”I’m glad you're enjoying yourself, man,” he says, tossing the ball to you which you catch with more practiced ease, “and you’re doing great for someone who hasn’t thrown a football since high school. You’re already throwing like a pro!”
You laugh softly, happy to see Dunk smiling again. You’re glad he’s happy with something this simple. You’d expected your sports equipment to be more competitive, but Dunk isn’t. He’s the complete opposite. He likes being active and playing the game. He likes seeing others comfortable with their level. He likes seeing others make progress and doing what they can best. He likes seeing you doing your best, especially. He likes seeing you smile at him before you toss the football over. Even if it wobbles and shakes, he catches it. He’ll be proud you threw it to him in the first place and he’ll be proud that you’re having fun despite your shitty throw.
”That was so bad!” You snort in laughter, shaking your head. Dunk grins more and chuckles softly.
”You’re doing great,” he calls back, winding his arm back and tossing the football right back over to you.
You steady yourself to grab it, watching the ball fly up in the air towards you. As you reach up to receive it, a shudder runs through your whole body and you stumble on your feet a bit despite only having taken one step to the side. Your entire body coils up a bit as you brace to try and comfort the shiver, a heavy weakness hitting your head and making it heavier to carry. You trip over your foot a bit and recoil your hands to your chest before quickly trying to reach out again, remembering you're supposed to be catching a ball. You slip with a small yelp of surprise as the ball hits your chest. Instead of huffing air out at the minor impact, it floors you backwards a bit. It shakes your whole body and you land on your ass on the grass, gripping the ball close.
You hear Dunk call out to you as soon as you hit the ground.
“You alright?” He calls, allowing a small laugh as a form of reassurance for you and himself, hoping it was just a small slip-up.
You shake the drowsiness from your head and push to stand, gripping the ball. You grin and chuckle softly, opening your mouth to respond. Before you can, your legs buckle and you hit the ground again, this time on your knees. You drop the ball to the ground, pressing your hands into it to steady yourself.
Before you can raise your head again between shaky breaths, you already hear Dunk running up to you.
”Whoa, whoa, whoa…” Dunk softens his tone, kneeling beside you and gently taking the football from your hands, pulling you to his chest to steady you. One arm slides around your body and his hand presses to your back for support, the other setting the ball aside before coming up to gently raise your head.
You meet his gaze, seeing the concern that’s given back to you. His eyebrows are furrowed and his eyes are filled with worry. You want to smile and laugh it off, assure him your fine, but you genuinely feel as if you can’t stand or speak. You feel entirely winded and exhausted. Dunk seems to see the effort to speak is too great alone and immediately knows something’s very wrong.
”It’s alright. Come on, let’s get you inside,” Dunk says as he shifts onto his feet, setting the football in your lap. He moves his hold behind your back and under your knees to hoist you up bridal style into his arms. He carries you back inside, your eyes focused on the football rocking back and forth slowly in your lap as he carries you. You can’t even raise your head to look at him, but you can look at your hands that are pressing shakily to your own chest. You slowly shift one down to see your fingers better.
The top segments of each of your fingers are entirely white.
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UH HELLO??? ARE WE DYING 😭😭😭
now I'm wondering, how would the dateables, specially the most down horrendous™ ones, react when the reader FINALLY puts on the glasses after weeks of teasing and anticipation (on the Roommates!AU)
all I know is that Roomie is having a field day watching it all go down LMFAOOOO
It was a fucking nightmare LMFAOOOOOO😭😭
For the sake of formatting (& my sanity) the dateables are sorted into 3 groups: flirty, horny, and repressed.
likes, comments, reblogs appreciated<33
group 1: the repressed🪨
➛ These dateables want you bad. Like, down horrendously bad. Yearning? Longing? Cross it off the list. However, when speaking to them for the first time, they practically freeze up. Some objects acting cold and others even snapping at you. Yeah— they’re fumbling you for the first couple of days…
Eddie the king of being a fakeass-nonchalant. You thought he was standoffish at the start? Amplify that by 10x. When ordering, he’ll place your drink in front of you and walked away. No greeting, no self-introduction. Eddie’s secretly beating himself over it. Fuck. Give him a few days.
Dorian acts the same. Mostly. He’s being chivalrous when the door opens as you approach. Totally not a distraction from his twitching hand, aching to reach out and hold yours. The man tries to ignore the thought of pressing you against the wall, exchanging desperate kisses that leads to something else—
Hector has no words. Literally and figuratively. You tried to meet him, but you’re meet with a narrowed stare before his eyes/hands vanishes into the vent. He’s panicking. Imagine being invested in a fantasy: soft intimacy, tender affection, and whispering your name into the warm air. Then it’s made into a reality. His heart is exploding. Please don’t mention the sudden spike in temperature.
★ Honorable Mentions include Barry, Betty, Bobby, Bodhi, Captain Jacques Pierrot, Celia, Chance, Daemon, Dante, Dasha, Diana, Doug (ik shocking), Florence, Friar Errol, Holly, Jean Loo, Jerry, Keyes, Luke, Lyric, Mateo, Penelope, River, Shelley, Teddy, Timothy, Tydus, Willi, xxXShadowL0rd420Xxx, Zoey
I just KNOW that Dorian is OBSESSED with roomie.
Yk I had to ponder abt this ask for a few minutes bc why would Dorian be obsessed with Roomie. Then it hit me.
It’s because Roomie friendzoned all the dateables LMFAOOOO
From the first moment he’s awakened, Dorian makes it a point to mention how “the world would be better if everyone were friends” (lowkey kinda agree with him😭). If that’s the case, no wonder he’s down-bad for Roomie. He probably thinks Roomie achieving all 100+ friendzone routes is hot LOLL
It also doesn’t help how Roomie most definitely knows of his attraction to them. They’ll use it to their advantage: dragging you into the mix unknowingly. Dorian is forced to watch as you and Roomie get steamy with a clenched jaw.
Dorian doesn’t know whether he’s jealous or wants to join—
Ok but dateables who finally experience the soft moments with you for the first time :(((( second route au, but can be separated
According to Skylar, the dateables can experience emotions like hope, excitement, and even love— mimicking what a human feels. However. This also means they can experience anxiety, anger, fear… and heartbreak.
When the og!homeowner discovered the dateviators, they acted normal. Then something flipped. Their words became sharp as staggers. Actions becoming rough and aggressive, resulting in a few dateables being damaged. The og!homeowner toyed with them, only to discard their feelings and leave in the end.
Nevertheless, you moved in as the new homeowner. The dateables expected the same from you. Instead, they’re met with soft touches and gentle murmurs against their skin. It didn’t take long to realize you’re nothing like the og!homeowner.
Rainey isn’t dancing alone anymore. Her broken record has driven many people away. Now her usual empty hands are intertwined with yours, as the both of you spin around the kitchen. You giggle. Rainey laughs. She wonders if human hands are always this warm.
Now it’s scandalabra’s turn >:) unrealized <3
reader who knows the dateables are obsessed/smitten with them and will absolutely use it to their advantage.
you want hector to keep the temperature colder/warmer than usual? all you have to do is press a kiss to his cheek/lips, maybe tack on a sweetheart or darling, and watch as he flushes and scrambles, racing to do whatever it is that you want.
you don’t even need to persuade volt to do anything—he’s already lost, and it’s all for you. whatever you need, you may have it. drinks, a dance, his undivided attention, him…you deserve it. all of it.
eddie is a workaholic through and through. he wouldn’t even think to take a break…if it weren’t for you. you’re so sweet, so soft, that he can’t resist as you wrap him in a blanket and carry him to the bedroom. it’s not so bad, not when you’re here.
amir isn’t easily flustered, but something about you just makes him susceptible to your flirting, the kisses you give him—anything you do, really. it always leaves him a flustered mess, bot even able to counteract with his own compliments.
mateo tells himself that it’s just snuggles. but (to him at least) it’s more than that. it’s the time he has with you. seeing you asleep, curled up next to him, his hand tucked around you…it makes him feel all warm inside.
parker has rules. and no one has ever broken them until you. he can’t even do anything to stop you, because with how you act around him, he’s not sure he wants to. no, what he wants is your flirting, the way you get him all flustered.
shadowlord is supposed to be this creature of the night, a fearsome entity, someone to be scared of. but you’re not scared at all, and you make him feel some sort of warmth every time he sees you. he might get flustered at your teasing and flirting, but it’s worth it to see you.
Horrendously downbad dateables is my favorite thing to read and write😔👊🏼
now I'm wondering, how would the dateables, specially the most down horrendous™ ones, react when the reader FINALLY puts on the glasses after weeks of teasing and anticipation (on the Roommates!AU)
all I know is that Roomie is having a field day watching it all go down LMFAOOOO
It was a fucking nightmare LMFAOOOOOO😭😭
For the sake of formatting (& my sanity) the dateables are sorted into 3 groups: flirty, horny, and repressed.
likes, comments, reblogs appreciated<33
group 1: the repressed🪨
➛ These dateables want you bad. Like, down horrendously bad. Yearning? Longing? Cross it off the list. However, when speaking to them for the first time, they practically freeze up. Some objects acting cold and others even snapping at you. Yeah— they’re fumbling you for the first couple of days…
Eddie the king of being a fakeass-nonchalant. You thought he was standoffish at the start? Amplify that by 10x. When ordering, he’ll place your drink in front of you and walked away. No greeting, no self-introduction. Eddie’s secretly beating himself over it. Fuck. Give him a few days.
Dorian acts the same. Mostly. He’s being chivalrous when the door opens as you approach. Totally not a distraction from his twitching hand, aching to reach out and hold yours. The man tries to ignore the thought of pressing you against the wall, exchanging desperate kisses that leads to something else—
Hector has no words. Literally and figuratively. You tried to meet him, but you’re meet with a narrowed stare before his eyes/hands vanishes into the vent. He’s panicking. Imagine being invested in a fantasy: soft intimacy, tender affection, and whispering your name into the warm air. Then it’s made into a reality. His heart is exploding. Please don’t mention the sudden spike in temperature.
★ Honorable Mentions include Barry, Betty, Bobby, Bodhi, Captain Jacques Pierrot, Celia, Chance, Daemon, Dante, Dasha, Diana, Doug (ik shocking), Florence, Friar Errol, Holly, Jean Loo, Jerry, Keyes, Luke, Lyric, Mateo, Penelope, River, Shelley, Teddy, Timothy, Tydus, Willi, xxXShadowL0rd420Xxx, Zoey
How the dateables were moving after finally being able to talk to you😭😭
yo uh Null and Roomie tag-team me when? 🤪👅
LMFAOOOOOO😭😭😭
Ngl ur gonna have to complete Null’s route to do that. They hold a lot of baggage due to being a prototype. Basically, they’re always the second choice because why wouldn’t they? Skylar is the pretty, perfect version of the dateviators. Null just lives in her shadow. They don’t even have name! (No, you giving them one doesn’t count.)
If ur able to crack their self-deprecation and second choice syndrome, then you’ll get the Null and Roomie sandwich. Good luck. You’ll need it LOL
MORE Roomie AU! PLEASE! 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
Pl-please take this as an offering before I’m dragged to assignment hell😭😭🫶🏼
now I'm wondering, how would the dateables, specially the most down horrendous™ ones, react when the reader FINALLY puts on the glasses after weeks of teasing and anticipation (on the Roommates!AU)
all I know is that Roomie is having a field day watching it all go down LMFAOOOO
It was a fucking nightmare LMFAOOOOOO😭😭
For the sake of formatting (& my sanity) the dateables are sorted into 3 groups: flirty, horny, and repressed.
likes, comments, reblogs appreciated<33
group 1: the repressed🪨
➛ These dateables want you bad. Like, down horrendously bad. Yearning? Longing? Cross it off the list. However, when speaking to them for the first time, they practically freeze up. Some objects acting cold and others even snapping at you. Yeah— they’re fumbling you for the first couple of days…
Eddie the king of being a fakeass-nonchalant. You thought he was standoffish at the start? Amplify that by 10x. When ordering, he’ll place your drink in front of you and walk away. No greeting, no self-introduction. Eddie’s secretly beating himself over it. Fuck. Give him a few days.
Dorian acts the same. Mostly. He’s being chivalrous when the door opens as you approach. Totally not a distraction from his twitching hand, aching to reach out and hold yours. The man tries to ignore the thought of pressing you against the wall, exchanging desperate kisses that leads to something else—
Hector has no words. Literally and figuratively. You tried to meet him, but you’re meet with a narrowed stare before his eyes/hands vanishes into the vent. He’s panicking. Imagine being invested in a fantasy: soft intimacy, tender affection, and whispering your name into the warm air. Then it’s made into a reality. His heart is exploding. Please don’t mention the sudden spike in temperature.
★ Honorable Mentions include Barry, Betty, Bobby, Bodhi, Captain Jacques Pierrot, Celia, Chance, Daemon, Dante, Dasha, Diana, Doug (ik shocking), Florence, Friar Errol, Holly, Jean Loo, Jerry, Keyes, Luke, Lyric, Mateo, Penelope, River, Shelley, Teddy, Timothy, Tydus, Willi, xxXShadowL0rd420Xxx, Zoey
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⟢ Sugar & Spice, Love & Hate
⋆˚࿔ Date Everything! Fanfiction
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CHAPTER NINE
Chapter Index 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯
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Unpacking isn’t too terribly taxing on your body. While the constant kneeling and standing of finding places for things begins to get annoying over time, you’re able to begin to relax as music begins to seep through the room stemming from the dining area while you’re kneeled and looking through your items. Sure enough, you feel the presence of a familiar girl crouching down beside you.
”How’s the unpackin’ goin’, sugar?” Rainey hums, letting you raise your head to meet her familiar gaze and grin right back at her in a more…tired manner.
”Not too bad. Just a bit tired, but the music is definitely helping,” you say with a small chuckle. Despite the music being slightly sped up and occasionally sputtering and slowing down, it’s still a nice noise presence through the house, “thanks, by the way.”
Rainey grins with a small “mhm”, standing up straight alongside you as you stand up holding a small framed picture in your hands. You grin, holding it to the side a bit for Rainey to see, “this is me and my old roommates. I lived with them through the last few years of college. We took this photo and printed it out as a goodbye so that I could remember them when I moved here.”
Rainey’s eyebrows raise a little as she looks over the photo. Her eyes flick from person to person before meeting your eyes.
”That’s a lot of people to be in one apartment,” she says and you laugh in response.
”Not like this house is any better,” you snort in response, looking around the living room to find a place to set the photograph. You have a point. This house is much…much worse than your apartment before. Oddly in a good way.
Just as you’re looking for a spot to set it up by the television, a hand covers yours and the photograph is gently taken from your grip.
”You look so tired in this photo,” a familiar smooth voice hits your ears as you turn to see Lady Memoria admiring the photo. A soft smile is on her lips as she admires the frame and photograph, “you were quite tired, weren’t you?”
You hesitate before offering a weak smile and nodding. You can’t hide a thing from Memoria. Somehow, she already knows all the memories tied to your items just from being in their presence.
”Yeah…we took this after a long day of packing. That and they can be…a lot,” you pause and shrug, “I loved my roommates, but I was definitely excited to have a place to myself.”
Memoria chuckles softly and hands the photograph back to you, her eyes gazing to a spot to place it and pointing it out to you, “not that you really get to have this place to yourself.”
You chuckle as you walk to the spot she pointed out, placing the photograph on the small table beside a corner of the television, “oddly, this place has been much better than my old apartment already.”
You turn and see Memoria already admiring what’s left to unpack. You watch as she goes through your items, humming in a pleased manner as she takes a trip down memory lane…your memory lane. You focus on Rainey who’s also pulling items out and looking them over. Rainey’s eyes drift back to the box and she gasps, setting what she was holding down carefully before quickly sticking her hands back in the box. She pulls out vinyls you had packed carefully in their own box, looking them over.
”New music!” Rainey squeals, jumping around with the first vinyl she pulled out. You chuckle and walk over to stand at her side, looking at the vinyl she’s holding.
”Flower Boy. I got it at a cool vinyl shop in my college-town,” you say as you admire the cover, “it’s like a good…R&B.”
Rainey slowly nods, her eyes drifting back to the vinyl. She hands it to you and begins quickly sifting through the others. You have a good mix of oldies, pop, rap, and all sorts of vinyls you had kept in your room at your old place. One of your roommates used to have a record player in the living room space of the apartment and you always played your vinyls on that. You had expected to just have your vinyls as a memory, but you were quickly excited again to find out there was a record player in your new home.
”Ah! Lesley Gore!” Rainey gasps, admiring the vinyl in her hands, “boy, doesn’t she make lovely music!”
You were happy seeing Rainey so excited. You’re glad you have something to keep her entertained while you and Memoria go through your things. With the help from Memoria and Rainey, as well as the accompaniment of Rainey learning more about the new vinyls you’ve brought her to enjoy, you’re able to unpack the boxes left in your living room with much more enjoyment than you had originally intended. Along the way, Memoria and you gushed over memories from certain items, Rainey laughing along as you two told her of your stories over each little piece of decor you brought. It feels nice having someone who knows you so intimately as Memoria does. It makes each memory more fun to recall.
The two women are at your side as you finish breaking down the last box, folding them in a stack and sliding them against the wall.
”That’s a problem for tomorrow me,” you sigh, standing up and brushing your hands together. You turn to Memoria and Rainey with a fond smile, "Thanks for the help, you guys. I wouldn’t have been able to do it without you.”
Rainey looks overjoyed at your gratitude and Memoria only gives you a nod with a gentle smile.
”Anytime. It is all a part of me, after all,” Memoria hums as she admires the decor you’ve put up around the room, “it makes the house feel more like…you.”
”And the new records are just wonderful! I’ll have to give everythin’ a good listen,” Rainey says, tapping her chin with a bright smile.
You walk over to the couch and slump down onto it, sighing softly as your head falls back and thunks gently against the back of the couch.
”I could use a nap…I hope Timothy doesn’t try to kill me for that…”
As you finish speaking, you feel an arm slip under your shoulders, pushing you up a bit. You’re pulled into someone’s side, your body hitting the large, warm squishiness of someone’s chest. You blink a bit and look up to see a man lounging beside you, a lazy grin on his face.
”I won’t let him, buddy. Don’t you worry about a thing…” the man sighs lazily. You lean back a bit to take the man in. He’s a large Hawaiian man with short curly hair and a goatee on his chin stretching to his upper lip. He’s wearing a Hawaiian-designed, cushiony open-chested shirt and has a layered necklace looking similar to the coils of your couch’s support. His sleeves and shoulder pads look like the wooden design of the couch’s legs, small pillows by his neck that he’s using to his advantage in his relaxation. The skirt-like drape over his legs has the same design as the wood on his sleeves, small coins and dollar bills slipped into the hemming of the skirt. You’re tempted to ask if he’s using that cash…
“Hello there, big guy,” you say with a soft smile, leaning into him once again, “what’s your name?”
The man peeks an eye open to look at you, almost hesitating. He doesn’t seem one for small talk.
”Koa,” he responds with a small smile and you nod.
”Nice to meet you, Koa,” is all you offer back, letting him get back to relaxing. Your eyes drift back to Memoria and Rainey who are watching, Memoria grinning in amusement and Rainey looking between you and Koa. She then lets her eyes settle on you as she notices you motioning her over. Rainey giggles and hurries over, plopping down beside you as best she can. Rainey then quickly opts to scoot onto your lap, making room for Memoria to walk over and slip in between you and the couch’s arm. It’s tight and cozy, but relaxing. Rainey shifts a bit before resting back against you. Her head falls back onto your shoulder as she closes her eyes. Memoria rests a hand over yours, squeezing it gently and resting her head against Rainey’s. Koa shifts his arm to rest on the back of the couch to make room for Memoria in the tight bundle. It’s…a very relaxing position. Rainey wasn’t lying when she said it would be easier to find peace around the house than you thought.
There’s nothing but the sound of gentle breathing, your head shifting up and down slowly with Koa’s slow breathing. While the room is full of contentment, Koa seems the most pleased out of everyone. It’s somewhat surprising considering he seems like the kind of guy who’s napping…all the time.
You open your eyes a little to gaze at the side of Koa’s soft features nestled gently into a pillow on his opposite shoulder. You then turn your gaze to admire Rainey’s face. She looks so relaxed in your lap, a warm smile on her face as she settles into your support. You can’t quite see Memoria’s face from your position, but you can tell she’s merely resting in the peace of everyone’s presence, her soft traces over your knuckles with her thumb making you very aware that she’s quite awake.
Before you can close your eyes again, a thick, knitted blanket is tossed over you and Rainey’s figure, making Rainey open her eyes with a soft huff of surprise and you following suit. You look to the blanket, then trace your eyes to the hand settling a corner by your shoulder, and finally tilt your head back to gaze at the man standing over you.
He’s upside down from your vision, sure, but you easily make out white fluffy hair that is brushed over to one half of his face. He has soft features and tan skin. He’s focused on making sure the blanket is properly draped over you and Rainey, though as you both suddenly raise your heads to look at him upside down, he blinks in surprise and blushes a bit. He offers a sheepish smile and a gentle laugh is withdrawn from his lips.
“Sorry!” he exclaims gently, “I didn’t mean to disturb the peace. Just thought you guys could use some more comfort on this cramped couch.”
He has a slight hispanic accent and his voice is very warm and inviting. He reminds you a lot of a sunrise…though you aren’t sure why. Maybe it’s the way he talks or the smile on his face, but it’s all very relaxing. He seems like he’s the blanket, after all.
”You’re good,” you chuckle softly, shifting to relax more under the blanket. One of your hands settles on Rainey’s waist to help adjust her on your lap. As you do so, the man moves around to the side of the couch where Koa is resting. He leans against the arm of the couch, having moved so that you didn’t get lightheaded from staring up at him for so long. With a better view on the man, you can really take in his outfit. It is quite affirming to your suspicions of him being the blanket you had seen draped over one of the arm chairs. He’s wearing a very plush, blanket-cardigan over his clothes which were also made of very thick, puffy, blanket materials. His top was white and his pants were a dark blue, a more thin, knitted-material blanket with tasseled ends wrapped around his waist. Cuddling with him would change your life, that much you can tell.
”I’m Mateo. Mateo Manta,” he introduces himself and you nod towards him.
”It’s very nice to meet you, Mateo. Thanks for the blanket,” you say, looking at the blanket he’d offered you. It was the very being of his existence which was…somewhat unnerving that it was draped over you, but the entire idea of the manifestations separation from their non-sentient objects was too confusing to remember. You just accept its existence and try to move on.
”Of course. I felt a little useless just sitting there watching you guys relax instead of helping,” Mateo says, rubbing the back of his neck, “sorry for interrupting the peace, Koa.”
Koa only grins with his eyes closed, shaking his head.
”Not at all. The addition of a blanket only makes the nap better,” Kao hums out, sinking back into the couch once more. Mateo laughs softly and nods in agreement.
”It sure does,” he says before focusing his attention back on you, “I saw you guys unpacking! I love what you did with the decorations.”
Mateo turns and gives himself a moment to look around, seeing the things you added around the living room and even over in the dining area and extra lounge space on the other side of the fireplace. You watched him do so from where you sat, Rainey and Memoria having also raised their heads to give Mateo their attention while Koa is mostly knocked out on the couch.
”I hope you’re a pet person, Y/N,” Memoria hums with a small grin as she looks to you past where Rainey's head is resting, “Mateo’s got quite the collection.”
Mateo turns with raised eyebrows as his love for animals is suddenly brought into play, but his look of surprise turns to a bashful grin as he rubs the back of his neck.
”Ah, yeah…I have a lot of rescues I take care of. They're all quite the hassle, but it’s worth it to know they’re under good care.”
Your eyes light up a bit. Animals? Pets? You love animals! You were thinking during your drive over to the house of maybe getting a dog or a cat of sorts, but it seems Mateo’s got that figured out for you.
”That’s so cool,” you say,” and…really sweet. I’m sure rescues are a lot of work.”
Mateo eagerly nods, letting out a soft huff of air.
”They sure are. It takes a lot out of me, but they really are sweethearts.”
”Can I meet one?” You ask eagerly and Mateo seems excited by your enthusiasm.
”Of course! Oh, let me go grab Sprite,” as Mateo speaks, he approaches you and suddenly disappears into the blanket, turning into thin air. You pause, looking between the blanket and Rainey. Rainey only grins and nudges you.
”You’ll get used to it,” she giggles. Before you can say much else, Mateo reappears in front of the couch. In his arms he cradles a small black kitten made of wires and cords, the kitten’s collar made of more colorful wire. The kitten’s head quickly snapped to the side to look at the four of you on the couch, the kitten’s plug-like tail swishing slowly in curiosity.
”This is Sprite. She’s a…spitfire at times, but she’s honestly really sweet,” Mateo says, but before he can even finish warning or reassuring you, you’ve already shifted Rainey onto Koa’s lap, making Kao open an eye in minor confusion and making Rainey let out a soft “oomf!” as she hit Koa’s lap. You stand and carefully approach Mateo, holding a hand out for Sprite to sniff.
Initially, Sprite leans away, her ears curling back with a sense of hostility. Her eyes fix on your hand for a long time and Mateo pats the top of her head gently.
”It’s alright, Sprite. She’s nice…friendly…” he reassures Sprite gently, leaning his upper body closer towards you to nudge Sprite closer. Your finger gently bumps Sprite’s nose and she recoils a little before nudging closer. She nudges her head under your hand and you follow the motion, gently rubbing over her head. Your heart melts as Sprite purrs, allowing your hand to brush over her cords. Mateo seems quite pleased, as well. A smile spreads across his face as he watches your hand.
”Good girl,” he praises Sprite before looking up at you, “she likes you! That’s…honestly very impressive. Sprite’s always been very hostile to new people.”
Your smile grows as you hear that, taking your chances as you scoop Sprite up into your arms. She allows you to do so, curling up against your chest and mewling in contentment. Her plug-like tail swishes, gently thumping against your chest. It makes your heart melt how adorable this little cord-cat is. Mateo only seems delighted that you two are getting along. If anything, he’s looking at the two of you with nothing but pure adoration in his eyes. You don’t quite realize it, but seeing you handle the little inanimal with such care and grace as well as the inanimal’s clear liking to you, it really is doing something to his heart.
Before you can say much else or play with the little kitten any more, another cat appearing at your side seems to be much less…enjoying the scenery.
”Ahem,” Timothy huffs, making you jump a bit and look to your side. You blink, taken aback by his sudden presence.
”Oh! Uh…hi, Timothy—“
”I sure hope you’re keeping a keen eye on the time. Last time I checked, you should be getting a sort of dinner in your system by now, followed by working alongside Mitchell Linn to make a better grocery list to restock the little amount of food you brought with you to this household.” Timothy is scolding you like you’re a child and you can’t help but shrink under his scolding a little. You hand the cat back to Mateo who’s smiling sheepishly.
”Sorry…didn’t mean to get you in trouble.”
“No, no,” you sigh, shaking your head, “I should have been watching the time.”
You turn your attention back to Timothy whose tail is swishing in annoyance at your unintentional disrespect of the schedule.
”I will get to it, Timothy. Thank you for keeping me on track.”
Timothy seems to soften under your words, but he straightens himself up and huffs, looking away and sticking his nose up as to try and regain some semblance of power.
”You’re very welcome.”
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As you finish speaking with Mitchell Linn and Stefan about lunch, getting reassurance that you can sit back and relax while they figure out something for you to eat with as little as you have left, you allow yourself to move to sitting in the small dining room rather than in the kitchen. You don't feel like being in the middle of the working space if Stefan gets…upset. “If” is an understatement in itself.
You slump down in one of the seats and lean forward, closing your eyes for a moment as you try to relax with some momentary peace and quiet, you’re quickly reminded you can’t get a second of that in a house like yours.
”Falling asleep already, I see. It’s only dinner time and you already look ready to hit your head on the table,” a rather posh voice laughs, sounding as if they’re sitting on the table’s edge. When you peek your eyes open, you see that they indeed are.
Sitting with his legs swung over the edge of the table, one crossed over the other, is a man who looks as if he stepped directly out of a 17th century ball. His white hair is done up in elegant curls like a powdered wig, the curls hanging down over his shoulders and parted in the middle on his forehead. He is wearing a silver overcoat and darker vest, the design of his vest and pants adorned with what look like silver, candle wax droplets. He has cream-colored ruffles on his collar and sleeves. His pants puff up and cut off right below his knee, his stockings cream-colored, as well. His shoes are quite stunning and elegant looking, contrasting the odd shoes you’ve seen around the house so far. He has quite thin, sharp features, a much more hooked nose and a lovely little beauty mark below one side of his mouth.
”Wow…” you breathe out and he only grins, shimmying his shoulders a bit as if delighted by your response.
”Indeed. I do take your breath away quite quickly, don’t I?” The man sighs wistfully with a cocky smile, “I am quite curious as to what took you so long to finally come speak to me.”
You sit up a bit straighter, leaning back in your seat to face him better.
”I’m not really on an agenda of who to meet. I’m just kind of…running into people who are willing to talk,” you say with a shrug. The man hums and looks you up and down.
”Seems you are quite adored around here, then, considering it took you this long to finally have a break,” he says with a cocked eyebrow, “you have many fans, I presume.”
You snort softly in laughter and shrug.
”I wouldn’t say that…”
”Oh…how humble~” he purrs and you only laugh again.
”Maybe it’s because I pay for everything around here and run the place,” you say with a shrug. The man only kicks his feet a little and hums in thought.
”Yes, I suppose that’s true…” he says before grinning and tapping his chin, “oh! But I would have assumed at least a few more people would be willing to hold you accountable for what happened to Skylar. She’s a friend to all, after all.”
You hesitate and feel your heart sink a bit. You look away and rub the back of your neck a little, feeling rather awkward now.
”Yeah…I’m really sorry about that. It was a complete accident,” you say, but the man only nods quickly.
”Of course! Of course!” He says with a hand over his heart, “self defense, wasn’t it? Though, I find it baffling to hear such an injury was made in self defense against Skylar Specs.”
He laughs and shakes his head. You cross your arms a bit and slump into your chair, a small pout tugging at the bottom of your lips a bit. This guy is really rubbing it in, isn’t he?
”I’m already well aware of what I did, alright? I feel shit enough as it is…” you say with a small sigh. The man tilts his head to the side a bit and contemplates leaving you be. He then relents and mimes zipping his mouth shut with a sly grin. You see the motion and sigh softly once more, nodding, “thank you.”
”That shock has shaken you up quite a bit, hm? Have you felt any differently since it happened?” The man asks, leaning forward a bit with great interest, but you only disappoint him with a shrug.
”Not…really? Aside from being able to see and talk to the objects around my house, as I am right now, I feel fine,” you say. The man leans back once more and hums.
”Ah, yes, you can talk to everyone now without the now broken dateviators and without limit,” he pauses and grins, “now, isn’t that just intriguing? It seems as if you’ve broken the rules, my dear.”
You shrug a little once more and lean your chair back a little.
”Yeah, well, I don’t really understand the “rules”, anyway,” you say and he only scoots a little closer on the table.
”Are you not scared at all? You seem rather fine with this new way of being.”
You can’t tell if he’s trying to get under your skin and freak you out or if he’s just being playful and coy. The excited grin on his face tells you he’s just looking for something new to toy around with, though it doesn’t exactly seem like malice. It’s more looking like he’s just a…dick.
”Not really…” you say slowly, “I mean, at least I’m not entirely alone in this whole new experience.”
He leans away again and nods.
”I suppose that is true,” he then grins, “you’ve already gotten quite familiar with a lot of the beings around here. I hear you’ve especially gotten quite close with the dear shower in your bathroom today~”
You feel yourself freeze up a bit, taken aback by his words. You swear your face pales, discomfort bubbling up in your system. How the hell does he know that? He wasn’t there, was he? No, if he were out of his place on this table, you would have seen him. The only ones who could have seen were those in the bathroom within their objects. Did someone tell him? It couldn’t have been Amir. He was so gentle with you this morning. Jean Loo? Jean Loo said he hadn’t cared one bit about what you two did. What about the other objects in the bathroom? You haven’t spoken to them all just yet. Maybe they let it spill. Or…did Johnny? No, Johnny wouldn’t do such a sleazy thing!
Your mind races a bit as you mull over the possibility of who could have spread gossip to this coy man sitting beside you and he only seems delighted by your minor panic.
“Oh? So, it’s true, is it?” He says with a grin, “how scandalous!”
You quickly stand up from your seat, pushing it out behind you. He falls silent, blinking a bit at your sudden rise. You move away and hold your hands up slightly in defense.
”You know what? I’m not hungry anymore.” You say firmly as you turn on your heel and leave the dining room without another word, heading towards the stairs. Mitchell Linn and Stefan seem to have noticed your quick exit from the dining room and you hear Mitchell Linn call after you a few times, though you ignore him and head straight upstairs, your face burning with humiliation.
Mitchell Linn pauses by the entrance to the kitchen and he casts a glare at the man who’s sat on the table, looking minorly stunned by your abrupt exit.
”Scandalabra…” Mitchell Linn grumbles and the man sheepishly grins in response.
Scandalabra, a name that catches your ear before you step into your room and shut the door behind you. Scandalabra? What a fitting name.
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You had spent a good amount of time laying in your bed, your face covered by your hands, blanket, or pillow. The rotation was constant seeing as you feel quite restless. You’re just swarmed with embarrassment. How long would it be before the word of you and Johnny’s time in the shower spread across the whole damn house? Especially with someone like Scandalabra, you’re sure everyone would find out about it. God, it’s embarrassing. It burns at your face and heats through your body with hot shame. All the lovely people you’ve spoken to so far, many of which you’ve found quite attractive, would know the kind of person you are. Does it make you unfaithful? Being interested in far more than one person? You should have kept your hands to yourself, or rather asked Johnny to keep his to himself, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it. Johnny is such a handsome man and was so gentle with you. Would he be upset with you that the word’s going around? You don’t know why, but you can’t help but blame yourself for all of this happening. You roll around, restless, until a roll to one side makes you bump into a warm body resting right beside yours.
”You seem quite miserable,” you hear Betty say gently and you look up to meet her gaze. It’s softened on you, a look of worry across her soft features. You sigh a bit, relaxing under such a gaze. It makes you feel safe.
”I am…” you groan, your head finally flopping back on a pillow, your face still burning with shame, “I’m embarrassed."
”About you and Johnny in the shower?”
Oh God, of course. She knew, too.
”Does everyone know?” you sigh and Betty shrugs.
”About…I mean, word spreads fast around here. Jean Loo was complaining about it and it must’ve just spread around from him. Once it hits Scanadalabra, though, it’s most definitely getting to everyone.”
Jesus Christ, it happened that morning. That morning and almost the whole house knows?
”I feel like a whore…” you admit and Betty huffs softly in laughter.
”If that’s so, you’re talking to the perfect person,” she drawls softly, tilting her head to the side, “you know…no one else thinks that but you.”
You hesitate and look to her, raising an eyebrow.
”Seriously?”
”Dead serious,” she says, “I’m sure if you had a chance to talk to Skylar, you’d know the whole point of the dateviators being brought to your hands is so that you can make connections with everyone in this house…everyone you’d like to, of course.”
You pause, letting her words hit you as you lay there and stare at her for a long moment. You finally speak up, your flush fading away a little, yet still very much so prominent.
”You mean…?”
”Everyone’s chill with it,” Betty says with a grin, “as in no one minds sharing you at all. If anything, it’s reassurance enough you clearly have the ability to admire some of us. The last homeowner ran for the hills the second they saw Skylar and Dorian.”
You snort softly. You can’t tease too much considering your predicament with Skylar, but you do find the idea that the house owner really sold you the house that quickly without a care of what they left behind because they wanted to stay away from it as soon as possible.
You’re silent for a long while as you think over Betty’s words. You then anxiously pick at the collar of your t-shirt as you think of what to say.
”…so…no one’s disgusted by me?”
Betty snorts and laughs, shaking her head.
”Disgusted? Oh, darling…” she says with a sultry coo, “I can say with almost complete certainty that no one is disgusted by you…definitely not me.”
You see that lustful gaze in her eyes as she stares at you, making you blush and look away. You feel a whole lot better now, even if minorly still embarrassed. Before you can argue or whine further about your humiliation, Betty leans forward and places a soft kiss on your cheek. You melt into it without a word, allowing her to press a few more on your skin before pulling away, her hand sliding into place along one side of your face. She brushes her thumb over your cheek, still smiling softly at you.
”No one is mad at you, alright? Don’t worry too much about it.” Betty reassures you. You nod, unable to argue with such a strong defense case…those kisses left you as melted butter in your bed.
”Alright…” you breathe out, sinking into your mattress as Betty continues to gently caress your face, admiring your features as she stays at your side as support.
”Now…” Betty sighs wistfully, “as much as I would love to have you wrapped up in my arms all day, I’m sure you have food waiting downstairs for you that Stefan and Mitchell would be very upset about if it went to waste…”
You chuckle softly and nod, pushing to sit up.
”You’re right,” you sigh before smiling at Betty, “thanks, Betty. You’re really the best person I could ever have as my bed.”
Betty grins and chuckles softly, tilting her head to the side.
”Happy to be of comfort to you, sweetheart.”
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Yall go read this amazing fanfic!! It’s genuinely so good, esp because there’s so many characters to write🤧
Do be warned of some suggestive tones in here tho!
Since I have the biggest brain worms for Date Everything rn, I gotta write some of my scrambled ideas down other I’m gonna💥💥💥 heads up: some dateables might be ooc since I currently don’t own the game (yet),, I’ve only seen clips floating around the internet!
Okok so imagine you’ve always wore a hoodie around the house, even before acquiring the Dateavitors. Covering your arms and torso. You genuinely have nothing to hide, as your hoodies were just too soft (sometimes, you feel Clarence preen at your praise) and comfortable to not wear. However, your thighs were a different story. They were always covered. Many of your shorts cutting off at the upper mid-thigh.
Now you’re relaxing in the kitchen, sipping a specialty drink made from Beverly. This day, you’re wearing a loose hoodie and shorts. You’re chatting, laughing— the objects enjoying the homeowner’s presence. The subject eventually landed on Beverly admitting she wanted to create new drinks, but unfortunately didn’t know where to start. Everyone started to pipe in ideas.
You eventually suggest art related things. Maybe looking at them could spark some new ideas? Paintings, colleges… and tattoos! You then gueture at Tony’s triangle protractor tattoos for emphasis.
He took this opportunity to flex his muscular arm directing his signature cocky smirk at you. “Oh yeah. You could definitely get some inspiration from these guns.”
Everyone witnessing this spectacle rolled their eyes, while some scoffed at his bolstering attitude. You personally giggled a little. To take some attention off of the grinning tool box, you personally admit something— completely unaware how this will become a hot topic in the house.
“I have a tattoo myself actually.”
That made everyone perk up. Full of undeniable curiously, Beverly gasped before bobbing her head in an animated manner.
“That’s great! Amazing even. Do you mind if I see your tattoo? Looking at yours might be better than seeing Tony’s…” Beverly pauses, eyes shifting around for the correct word. “..measurement tattoos.”
The question seemed innocent enough. You’ve always wore fluffy hoodies around, so your tattoo is somewhere there right? Soon a small scuffle broke out of the objects, debating and guessing where and what your tattoo could be. You watch as they scramble about, unknowing of your scheming eyes.
“Of course I don’t mind showing you Bev.” A nickname you’ve grew fond of. You flash a growing smile her, bringing a finger to your lips. “Buttt you have to help me with two favors.”
At this, Beverly let out a whine. “Oh come on! I’m struggling over here.”
“You’ll be fine. Here. If it helps, you can actually finish them at the same time. It’s quick and easy.”
“Finee. What do you need me to do?”
With many curious eyes on you, and the ears of objects listening in from other rooms— you smile. You take a quick sip as you say the honest truth.
“You just need to take my shorts and underwear off. That’s all.”
The immediate stillness of the kitchen almost made you spit out your drink. You managed to swallow and snicker, the gears in everyone’s head turning in the meantime. Beverly (who has now adorns a blush from her cheeks to her neck), stumbles over her words before forming proper sentences again.
“I, uh— what, um, a-are you serious?” She manages to squeak out. You set down your drink after a gulp.
“Deadly.“
You could feel the gaze of everyone present. You can also feel the intense oogling around your thighs. Daisuke cleared his throat, throat dryness from your implication. Kopi hasn’t moved an inch since your announcement. Freddy straight up turned away from you (to try and cool down). Cabrizzio shamelessly stared at your thighs with a slight smile. Tony wordlessly placed a hand on your thigh, and it’s dangerously drifting across your skin.
Oh, this’ll be fun.
A/N: Btw. this is what I imagine where the tattoo is LOLOL you quite literally need to wear a thong or straight up take of your bottoms & underwear to see it
when you forget to give your homies blankets at a sleepover
LMFAOOOOOO😭😭
I like how Dirk is the only one who’s slightly questioning what’s happening
car keys!reader x jerry, harper, amir, dirk, and some others | i'm just looking for a joyride, joyride . . . ♪
This so cute! I wonder abt other dateables reactions to us,, and this also makes me think we’re best friends (or more👀) with garage Dorian
Roomie AU but you unknowingly find a second pair of dateivators and bring it home :00 reblogs and likes are appreciated MWAH
Perhaps you find them in a trash can, or on the floor outside of your workplace. They’re a little roughed up. A couple of scratches here and there. Regardless, you notice how similar it is to the sunglasses Roomie wears all the time. The only difference? The lens are tinted light purple.
You bring them home. Obviously. Upon entering the door, Roomie urges you to sit down on the coach, a mischievous grin on their face (one you’ve grown fond of). They’re wearing those glasses again. Roomie looks at a random object in the room, seemingly waiting for something. But when nothing happens, they panic— even turning to talk to the air. The words: realization and Skylar fly from their lips. You entertain Roomie’s decent acting skills before mentioning the pair of matching sunglasses you found.
Honestly? It’s a little unnerving how similar they are with a clear view. As you pull out and play around the sunglasses, you don’t see how Roomie is frozen.
“Put them on.”
You can only blink. Roomie seems to be dead set on what they said however, repeating their statement. You shrug your shoulders, thinking it’s one of their pranks again, finally putting on the sunglasses. At first, nothing happens. Your eyesight is just tinted purple. You blink again.
Two people suddenly appear behind Roomie. A woman with pink hair and woman with a shaved head. Instinctively, you stand and yank Roomie behind your back— ready to defend the two of you. Roomie and the two woman immediately tried to calmed you down, the latter being more effective.
Eventually, Roomie spills everything: from the dateivators to the… sentient objects in your house? It’s enough to make your head spin. You’re about to ask about these dateables when you see it.
A whip of the fireplace. The shift of the curtains and rod— game console shaking slightly. In a flash, the living room bursts into life. The comforting fireplace turns into a man literally on fire. Replacing the curtain and rod are handsome, whispering men. The game console? A high-tech lady stands in place. You’re practically surrounded.
But one thing these dateables had in common?
They’re all looking at you. Starved and desperate. You’re fucked (literally).
God I wanna redo my tumblr format and aesthetic but it takes so long AGGHHHH😭😭