Edit: Please note that I'm not taking any new prompts at the moment – any new ones will be deleted.
Hi Anon,
Long asks are a-okay, I honestly had no idea that Tumblr removed the character limit until I started receiving long prompts and had people sharing their thoughts about my Freeloader series.
I do have some long prompts that I haven't started writing for (aside from a few dot points), but I'll get to those in time – I write whenever I get inspired to, but I'll come around to them!
You're also welcome to talk about one of your favourites if you want a space to talk about a specific object or appliance, or simply stop by and share a brief thought or two. ᥫ᭡
I've been having trouble writing anything that's substantial and more than scattered dot points in my notes app, and I think it'll be better to start over and do new prompts instead.
It's nothing personal, truly, I mainly write when I'm inspired to and it becomes difficult and demotivating when I spend days looking at prompts to make myself write something out - and it's pretty much how I start getting writer's block.
I'll be holding onto the prompts related to my freeloading series because I still want to finish it, but the rest will be deleted, and I'll make another post later on for when I'm open to new prompts.
Hi! I saw your stuff and wanted to send a request of my own! (Apologies if it's too long.)
(This is based around the headcannon that so long as the Dateaviators are powered on/turned on, the Dateables will become visible to anyone and everyone, regardless if their wear the Dateaviators or not.)
Now, imagine if the MC had a niece, a nephew, or a little cousin who is often neglected by their parents and as a result spend nearly all their summertime and after-school time at the MC's house or with the MC. Like considering how the MC kinda canonically has a bad relationship with their family (so I've heard), what if the kid's parent is considered the Golden Child of the MC's family so the most of the family let the Golden Child get away with the neglect. Y'know, like a dysfunctional family that the MC wouldn't like, leading to a strained relationship with them.
Anyways, I can see the kid getting along very well with some of the Dateables, maybe even calling them Aunt, Uncle, or Auncle. Like the kid could enjoy playing board games with Parker since they could be an only child, making them home alone most of the time, and maybe they get along with some of the kitchen dateables too. Mainly because they actually feed him well instead of leaving them take out or cheap, processed foods (like a bag of chips for dinner), or nothing at all to eat.
And who knows, maybe the parents end up going to jail for child neglect or something, making the MC their legal guardian.
- <3 Anon
Hi Anon!
Tumblr posted the full thing by mistake before I answered your ask, but thank you for sending this in!
I learned that the gender-neutral term for a niece and nephew is nibling, but I didn't think it suited well so I simply combined the two to make niephew.
Imagine if you had to take care of your niephew for a few weeks, only to learn they could see and interact with the house without the dateviators.
Thank you <3 Anon for the prompt, you can read the original prompt here if you like!
Content Warnings –
Angst at the start and later on, moderate depictions of child neglect, inaccurate legal procedures but lots of hurt/comfort.
It's a long read overall (both lengthwise and emotional-wise) – please take care when reading if needed.
You were all too familiar with the feeling of being set aside and forgotten. It started when you were young, too young to learn how to take care of yourself – but when your family became preoccupied with their own lives, they taught you the basics before leaving you to do things by yourself.
Breakfasts, lunches and dinners consisted of whatever you found in the fridge and cabinets, though sometimes if you were lucky sometimes you'd manage to scrounge up enough coins (or a note, if you were really lucky) to buy something from the convenience store whenever it was your birthday.
And whenever you were sick, you'd rummage through the medicine cabinet to take cough syrup or something suitable – if you couldn't find anything, you'd stumble back to your bed in hopes that sleep would help. It worked most of the time, but there were days when you had to beg someone in the family to take you to the doctor.
You remembered those nights when you'd hold Teddy tight, wishing that you could be part of a family that would take care of you like how they were shown on TV and described in books. That never did happen, but it wasn't long before you packed your things and never looked back.
At least, that was before you met your niephew one morning, when one of your distant relatives called to ask if you still lived in Coolsville – you hadn't told her directly, but she also happened to be the favourite in the entire family – if she wanted something, anything at all, the family would give it to her, no questions asked.
"I've called practically everyone, friends and family, but somehow everyone's too busy to stop by and check up on them–"
You had your phone pressed to your ear while your relative spoke, but she started to ramble as if she was pressed for time.
"–And you're the last one I know, or well, somewhat know, since you never come to any of the family get-togethers, but it's the summer break and my partner and I are going on a– a long work trip! You know how it is, anyways, I can't leave them by themselves for longer than a few days, can you please keep an eye on them?"
"Wait, wait– Who are you talking about?"
At first you thought it was a cat, or a dog, though you could imagine how Timothy and Timmy would react to the news (there'd be a lot of flat ears, hissing and bristling tails involved), or maybe a goldfish that lived in those cramped glass bowls.
"Your niephew, remember? I'm pretty sure you held them before when they were a baby, or was that–"
Your phone nearly clattered to the floor at those words before you stumbled to grab it, mouthing 'Sorry Phoenicia!' while they carried on.
"–But regardless, it'll be a good family bonding experience for you both, they've hardly interacted with your side of the family. They also have everything they need in their backpack, and would you look at that, I'm right outside your house–!"
And before you could even go "Hello", "Goodbye", or even give the distant relative a wave instead of a hug – you opened the front door to see your niephew waiting at your doorstep while their car sped off into the far distance.
"Um... hello..." They look up at you for a second before looking down at their backpack, which was held close to their chest.
"...Can I come in, please...?"
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Your niephew hadn't said a word since your impromptu introduction, though they did seem to be interested in the dateviators that sat on-top of your head. They tried to busy themselves in the living room by sitting on the far left chair before unpacking their things, but then you saw everything that was packed.
There was hardly anything aside from some crumpled up clothes, a creased activity book, and an open ziplock bag that contains deflated packets of chips, a nearly empty bottle of juice, and a half a hard loaf of bread.
You were planning to make grilled cheese sandwiches on the stovetop when you remembered that there was a can of tomato soup somewhere in the cabinets – the kitchen became rose-tinted with sparkles as you turned on the dateviators, but before you could speak to Cabrizzio or Mitchell Linn, you hear something happening from the living room.
"Ruff, ruff, ruff!"
"Rowf, rowf!"
The sound of a book being dropped and a half-shout half-cry makes you rush into the living room, your eyes going wide when you see a familiar tasslehound and frayhound, who stand on two legs to sniff your niephew while they stood on the armchair to create distance.
"Davi, Stitch, come here buds!"
Mateo enters a few moments after, whistling to get the in-animals' attention before they bounded back to his side with their tails wagging.
"Are... Are they friendly...?" Your niephew's voice shakes slightly as they remained standing on the armchair.
"Yes, they're very friendly," Mateo chuckles while leaning down to pat Davi and Stitch.
"They didn't mean to scare you, I think they were just excited to meet someone new."
"But there's only one pair of dateviators," you murmur, looking to your niephew as they slowly sat back down. "How can they see you three–?"
"Oh, this is where I come in, let me explain!"
Skylar appears with a burst of pink-orange hearts, a wide smile on her face as she clapped her hands together.
"Do you remember my suspensions of belief?" She points to her dateviators' frames with a shimmy of her shoulders.
"Well, children have something pretty similar because of their imagination, but I think it's five times stronger in the presence of the dateviators, regardless of whether you use it in the same room or you're two rooms away!"
You turn back to your niephew, who was now approaching the in-animals step-by-step while Mateo murmured something in Spanish to discourage the tassel and frayhound from playfully pouncing.
"Can I um... pet them?"
They nearly had their hand out before they pulled back to ask.
"Of course you can," Mateo gives a small grin, "I'm Mateo, and this is Davi and Stitch – what's your name?"
Your niephew introduced themselves with a soft voice and small smile of their own before Davi and Stitch started sniffing them again – their eyes lit up when they patted the fabric hounds and felt their textiled fur, and when the hounds started to lick them, they started to laugh.
"I think their life is going to change," Skylar whispers to you with a smile, "The same way yours did."
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Your niephew played with Davi and Stitch in the living room hallway while you finished making grilled cheese sandwiches with a side of previously canned tomato soup, though Chef Stefan and Mr. Cluckles did insist on zhuzhing it up with a few extra herbs and seasonings, courtesy of Cabrizzio and Mitchell Linn.
They hurried to sit at the kitchen table when they heard you shout "Lunch is ready!", though you made sure to introduce them to the four who contributed before you both thanked them all for their help.
And when you're both done with lunch, you slowly introduce them to some of the other objects and appliances in the house, but you see how your niephew became immediately drawn to Parker, Chance and Teddy when they meet them for the first time.
Your niephew didn't have any board games in their house, but when they met Parker, he was more than happy to introduce them the wonders of rules and more by introducing them to Snakes and Ladders (he initially tried to start with Creamery Battle, but you managed to talk him out of it).
"You're the first to reach the end! You won!"
You and Parker smiled widely while he held his hand up for a high five, though your niephew was in complete disbelief as they stared at their game piece.
"I... I did?"
"Yes siree! It's your first time playing, but managed to avoid all the snakes – you're a real winner!"
Parker's words made your niephew smile in turn before they high-fived him, the sight making your chest warm as they slowly started to open up.
They didn't know what Grottos and Gargoyles were either, but Chance was patient when explaining character sheets, stats and dice rolls, and he created a short and simple campaign that made your niephew's eyes light up when Chance acted out all the characters – particularly the 'big bad dragon' that the two of you were asked to slay.
"What if the dragon wasn't really bad? What if they were uh... hungry?" Your niephew fiddles with their D20, "...Can I feed the dragon?"
They roll the dice to throw an apple from their bag of holding, though you see how Chance subtly tilts his head right before it lands on a natural 1 – it falls on a natural 20 instead, and your niephew gasps as Chance does his Grotto Master voice.
"You throw the apple straight into the dragon's mouth before they could breathe fire! The dragon swallows it in a single gulp before they hum in contentment..."
He clears his voice to do the dragon's deep, rumbling voice.
"Why thank you kind stranger, that crisp red apple was... magnificent, why I can't even recall why I wanted to wreak havoc in the first place..."
The campaign ends with the dragon bidding the two of you goodbye before going on their merry way, and you and your niephew clapped at the ending as Chance did a playful bow in return.
"That was incredible, you really have a knack for this!" Chance beams, "I'd love to play with you two again sometime!"
Before you both knew it, it was night time, and your niephew was ready to fall asleep on the living room sofa before you brought extra blankets and pillows, as well as Teddy, who was delighted to meet your niephew and tell them a bedtime story.
"Let's see..." Teddy places a hand under his chin while he thinks to himself, "Oh, I know the perfect story, it starts with a lion and a mouse..."
The story is short, but before Teddy can tell your niephew the conclusion and the moral of the story, they've already fallen asleep – you go back upstairs along with Teddy, your chest tight as you got into bed and stared at the ceiling.
"They remind me of you," Teddy murmurs, "When I first saw them, it took me back to when you were that small."
"You should've seen what was in their backpack Teddy," Your voice trembles and your eyes well up with tears, "I could tell nobody helped them pack their things, they tried doing it all on their own..."
"There's no changing the past, but they're here now," He places a hand on your shoulder before you turn to see him smiling softly, "And you're doing a great job of taking care of them."
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A few weeks had passed since your niephew arrived at your doorstep, but you could hardly recognise them now that they've opened up to you. They loved to talk, whether it was to you or the house, and each day always consisted of games and laughter.
One of their new favourite games was playing hide and seek with Dorian in every room, though you could've sworn that Dorian would let them win even when he saw their shoes peeking out of a hiding spot or heard them trying not to giggle.
Your niephew also still loved playing with Davi and Stitch, but they'd also started helping Mateo take care of the other in-animals, including Sprite, who let them get close enough to give her head pats as well as chin scratches.
And surprisingly, they started asking if they could help cook whenever you made anything with Stefan and Mr. Cluckles – they particularly liked helping you bake anything that was sweet, and you noticed how Stefan never made a single comment or remark when he saw them dip a finger into the raw cake batter to taste it.
But then one morning, they were back to their previous self, and they didn't want to talk to anyone in the house – they tried busying themselves with their old activity book in the living room, but you saw how they would look to the yellow waffled blanket as well as the office and attic.
"I don't know what happened," You pace in front of your bed while Teddy listened from your dresser.
"Did– Did I do something wrong? Or maybe one of the other objects or appliances said something when I wasn't around–?"
You're interrupted by a knock on your bedroom door before Dorian speaks up.
"Your niephew wants to know if they can come in," he presses a finger to his ear, "They said they need to talk to you about something."
The dateviators are left to charge on your bedside table before you open the bedroom door for your niephew, but they hesitate to walk in at first.
"...Can I tell you a secret?"
You lean down to their height as they play with their hands while looking down at the floor.
"Of course you can, do you want to sit on the bed?"
The bedroom door closes itself while you both sit in the centre – they don't speak for a moment, but then you hear them sniffle, and it's not long before you see them trying to hold back tears.
"I'm– I'm sorry–"
"Why are you sorry?" Your voice is soft as you reach out to wipe their tears. "What's wrong?"
"My– My parents, they're– they're not on a work trip–" Your niephew sobs with their whole body, "They– They tell that to everyone, but all they do is– is go on holiday–!"
Your heart drops as you think back to that phone call –
"I've called practically everyone, friends and family, but somehow everyone's too busy to stop by and check up on them–"
"–And you're the last one I know... and my partner and I are going on a– a long work trip!"
"I can't leave them by themselves for longer than a few days, can you please keep an eye on them?"
It doesn't take long for you to piece things together, but you hold your niephew close as they cried in your arms.
"I– I don't want to go back home–!"
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"According to Coolsville law and legislation, when a child neglect report has been made, the child will be separated from their parents and will be placed in a temporary home while a full investigation takes place."
Mac condenses and summarises the information for you while your niephew plays a campaign with Chance and Parker in the living room – the two don't usually get along, but they set aside their differences for your niephew when they asked to play with the two of them.
"Is– Is it possible for someone else in the family to take them in?"
You practically hold your breath as Mac hums and types away at their keyboard before nodding.
"Yes, as long as the child agrees then it's possible – it also states that if the parents do get charged with child negligence, then the child is allowed to choose someone else in the family to be their legal guardian instead."
"Really? That– That can happen? That can really be done?"
Mac nods again before they type away some more, "I've checked all the official government sites and pages – did you want to file a report now?"
"No– No I'll need to tell them about this first," You turn to the closed office door when you hear Chance and Parker bicker while your niephew laughs loudly.
"Do you think I'm making a mistake? I don't– I've never done this before, what if–" Your voice breaks slightly as you look down to the floor, "What if I end up being a terrible guardian?"
Mac closes their browser and makes their keyboard disappear in nanoseconds.
"I think you're making the right decision," They lift their RGB glasses and leave them on-top of their head before taking your hand.
"Your niephew hasn't been loved or cared for properly until they came here, and you've been doing everything you can to make sure they're happy – but also, you're not alone."
You raise your head with teary eyes as Mac lightly squeezes your hand and gives a reassuring smile.
"All of us will be looking out for you, both of you – it's okay if you rely on us for help as well you know."
The dateviators were set aside while you explained everything to your niephew, though you try and make it easy for them to understand as you sit in the office together in front of the computer.
"Are... Are my parents going to get in big trouble?"
Your niephew asks, and you purse your lips before you give an answer.
"They will be – they're not supposed to leave you by yourself, and they're definitely not supposed to leave you with friends and family for weeks while they go on holiday."
"But– But what's going to happen? ...Am I going to get in trouble too?"
Your chest tightens at those words, but you immediately shake your head.
"No, you get to pick a new house to live in while the police and judge talk to your parents, and if your parents do get in big trouble, then you get to choose someone to be your guardian, that's what some people have instead of a parent."
Your niephew becomes deep in thought as they take in your words – they look to the computer and then look to you for a moment before they finally respond.
"Can I live with you? And ask you to be my um, guardian?"
"Yes," Your voice breaks, and you can feel tears falling from your face, "But that's only if you really want me to–"
They get out of the chair and throw themselves into your arms before you hold them tight – you feel the front of your shirt getting wet as you a muffled "Yes please," but that's the least of your concerns or worries.
"I'll do whatever it takes to protect you, I promise."
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The next few months consist of back-to-back caseworker and courtroom visits – it doesn't take long for the rest of your family to hear the news about what happened, but all of them side with their still favourited relative, who gives them a whole sob story of how you've basically taken her child away.
Some of them try to stop by the house to try to speak to you and your niephew, but Dorian makes sure to tell you who's at the door every time, and Curt and Rod make sure to draw themselves closed whenever they try to look into the house. Phoenicia also intercepts any calls, messages and emails before blocking them entirely.
You were planning to move the gym equipment into the attic in order to turn it into another bedroom for your niephew, but they were adamant on leaving the gym equipment there – you end up adding a bed instead, as well as a bedside table and a clothes rack with shelves.
Your niephew does ask if Parker can move to living room though, their main reasoning being that he's best friends with Chance now – you're not fully convinced, but Parker literally jumps for joy when you ask if he'd like to move downstairs.
"Oh, you mean it?" He laughs hysterically, "Really? I don't live in the big ol' attic anymore?"
He pulls you and your niephew into a tight hug, before moving you both from side to side.
"Thank you, both of you!"
And when the court makes you their legal guardian, the whole house comes together to celebrate when the two of you step inside. You're both greeted with confetti, hugs, and a lot of tears from the office and living room (not to mention a lot of barks, meows and playful licks from the in-animals) before you're surprised with a full banquet from the kitchen.
You let your niephew stay awake until they can barely keep their eyes open – you ask Dorian for help when it comes to carrying them back upstairs before you help them get ready for bed, but they refuse to fall asleep without their usual bedtime story.
"Can you tell me one...?" They murmur, pulling their blanket up to their chin.
"Pretty please?"
You tell a story that no one has ever heard before, one about a young monarch who gets lost in a forest before they meet a dragon. The dragon invites them to their home, where they go on many adventures around the realm and introduce the monarch to all sorts of creatures.
"And do the um, monarch and dragon live happily ever after?"
You nod with a smile before a tear falls from your eye.
I love the thought of you, the homeowner, occasionally (and responsibly) buying fancy formalwear from high-end boutiques – but because you don't participate in any black or white-tie events, you wear it around the house instead.
That was before you started using the dateviators though – the moment you learn that you've been overdressed in front of your own objects and appliances, you get embarrassed – and you eventually zip up all your formalwear in garment bags and shove them in the back of the dress closet to collect dust.
But the house loved seeing you dress up, regardless of whether you wore them while you were in the kitchen or vacuuming around the house, or because you needed a pick-me-up. You didn't need to dress down for them, but they're happy to think of ways that'd make you willing to pull those garment bags back out.
Kopi is the first to tell you about how they're doing a one-of-a-kind deal at their café that's for one morning and one morning only – if you come into their café dressed up, your coffee is free. And though Kopi has never charged you for drinks before, you walk into their café wearing something slightly formal before they inform you that the deal is going to last all-year round.
Chance starts a new G&G campaign and gives you a character sheet, but when you look at the character portrait, you notice that your character is wearing something similar to what you used to wear around the house. Chance tells you that it's a coincidence, but he does suggest that you wear it to the first session in order to 'get into the character more', however every new campaign has your character wearing another set of your fancy clothes.
Then Eddie and Volt organise a big event at the Breaker Box that requires everyone to dress up for the night, but there's also two prizes for whoever is voted as best dressed.
You win by a landslide of votes when you come to the bar wearing the fanciest clothes you own before the two reveal what the prizes are – Eddie makes you a custom drink based on what you're wearing, and Volt has the tables and chairs moved aside in order to have a one-on-one dance with you (though Eddie is happy to dance with you too when the Breaker Box is closed).
It's not long before you start dressing up because you want to, but you do love to try and surprise the house with new sets of formalwear when you can (though you make sure to do it less frequently for Monique's sake).
this is a comedy/fluffy idea for a date everything fanfic. hear me out.
MC with WAYYY too much stuff. not to replace the objects, no, to decorate. they have accessory after accessory.
this could go one of two ways:
1, the accessories give the objects new looks and aesthetics
2, the accessories are datebles too and are very attached too the person their ‘decorating’ like little fans clubs for that object (not obsessive like fantina)
either way it’d be hilarious.
Content Warnings: Slight angst at the start, but a lot of fluff from there onwards!
You've always loved to make accessories, ever since you were young. It all started when a relative had surprised you with an DIY bracelet, one that was from a discount store and contained dull coloured beads and tangled string. The first bracelet you made was too tight for your wrist – but it was still one you treasured deeply.
The bracelet kit was emptied in a few weeks before you collected other kits, from necklaces to keychains, however it didn't take long before you assembled your own kit, one filled with different types of beads and bundled thread.
You used to give these to various friends and family as presents whenever you made a new intricate design – but you noticed how they'd slowly take it with hesitant smiles – and you'd never forget the time you saw some of them displayed at a second-hand store before you went inside to buy them all back.
Instead of leaving them to collect dust or stashing them in one of your drawers, you wore some of them and used the rest to decorate parts of your house. All the door had bracelets for tassels, and you used the necklaces as tiebacks for the curtains before you started clipping keychains on the AC vents.
The sounds of beads clicking and clacking became a daily occurrence in your house, though it always brought a smile to your face – making all of these creations was something you'd do to take your mind off of things, especially when you worked in Customer Service – all you needed was your kit, some scissors and an hour or two to make a full set of accessories.
Still, it slowly became apparent that you were making too much to put anywhere else. Sam tried to convince you to start an online business, but you didn't know where to start and whether anyone would be interested in them, and truthfully, you were worried that they'd simply end up at another second-hand store behind your back.
But you didn't know how much the house loved your accessories until the dateviators brought them all to life – your creations were a part of them now, some more than others.
When you first met Front Dorian, your eyes were drawn to the colourful acrylic beads that decorated his brass watch and stainless steel chained earring. They didn't match the rest of his bouncer apparel, but to your surprise, he simply straightens his shoulders and back before he declined.
"I don't really care for fashion, but I've come to like it – I think it brings out my eyes."
You later talk to Curt and Rod, who had glass and bugle beads attached to their bronze rings and sky blue tab tops – they reminded you of the beaded portières you'd see in old movies and sitcoms, but the two hadn't given you shade for your accessories either.
"I think Curt can go without a few, he's become a peacock ever since he got them."
Rod whisper-shouts to you while Curt fixes his panels and pleats, but Curt simply looks back with a side smile.
"I make them look good – Rod on the other hand? He could probably go with a whole lot less."
And when you spoke to Hector, you thought that he'd ask you to remove at least two or three of the keychains that were latched onto him, but he was more than happy to hold onto all of them.
"I must confess, I have always loved seeing you create these works of art, but I never expected them to be in my possession," His hands fidget with a beaded flower keychain as he speaks through one of his vents, "The thought of parting with any of them brings me great sorrow."
You also didn't think that other parts of the house would be interested in your creations until they saw them up close for the first time.
"Where'd you get all those beads from homie? They're pretty gnarly!"
Hank No. 1 points at the stacks of pony bead bracelets on your wrists before you hold them up – they all do a collective "Woah, sick!" in response, and their eyes light up at the sounds of the bracelets clacking together.
"I made all of these," You smile tentatively as their mouths fall open, "You can have one, if you want to that is, it's okay if you don't–"
They all shout "Heck yeah!" before you get another word in, though you could've sworn you heard Hank No. 3 shout "I'm never going to take mine off!"
Five of the bracelets on your wrists had coincidentally matched their bodysuits, and the way they reacted when you placed it in their open hands made it seem as if you had given them diamonds.
"We'll make sure not to lose them, even when we're out Hankgliding!" Hank No. 2 does a thumbs up before high fiving Hank No. 1 and Hank No. 3.
"Yeah brah, these are totally going to give us good luck!" Hank No. 4 holds his arm up before fistbumping Hank No. 5, who then turns to you with a grin.
"Thanks house homie, we'll take extra good care of them."
And when the Hanks do stunts around the house with their bracelets on display, other objects and appliances start asking for a beaded accessory of their own – by the time you run out of accessories to give as presents, the entire house has one (or multiple, as you discovered that Cam unexpectedly held onto all your discarded bead creations).
They all make sure to take your accessories with them when they're realised, but before they leave, every one of them leaves something that you use to create a one-of-a-kind bracelet and necklace to remember them all by.
I was wondering who your favorite dateables are! And why they are? Mine are Penny, she’s just so sweet, Dasha, need a girl to lift me, Amir, he’s so sweet and I love the term azizam, and Eddie and Volt, I love that duo so much, they make me so happy with how sweet they are.
Barry was the first one I romanced – the first time I played, I tried going for Eddie and Volt but I got their hate route because I thought you needed to give Eddie space – but I love Barry's whole personality and demeanour, and his storyline did make me a bit emotional!
Zoey was someone I didn't expect to encounter but I also got drawn to her story when I delved into it, she's a sweetheart and wish she got a few more scenes to interact with the rest of the house.
The Hanks made me laugh everytime I interacted with them, I'm definitely not one for thrills but their collective enthusiasm made me want to join their stunts (I did ask to watch during their life-threatening stunt though)!
Dorian, Eddie and Volt were characters I loved from day one because of their looks and voices, plus I really love the whole Breaker Box bar, I re-watch their routes when I write them because the way they talk has a certain nuance to it.
And I'd also love to write for Daemon | Deenah as well as Skips sometime, I really love their whole aesthetic (and I also had a phase where my old handle was like AngelWings1000 and I had an email that was pretty much [email protected]–)
This is a personal story but I think it would make a good request, so when I had my first kiss, the guy who I kissed said that I wasn’t a good kisser, and it’s really made me insecure for future relationships. In saying that, I would love to request how dateables (any ones you want) would react to the main character being insecure about kissing! I hope you have a wonderful day and I love your writing! <3
Content Warnings: Some angst, hurt/comfort, and slightly suggestive descriptions and dialogue towards the end.
All the books you read and the movies you watched in the past portrayed a first kiss as a once-in-a-lifetime moment, one that you'd never get back – but your first partner had been waiting to kiss you for some time, and it seemed as if it was now or never.
You had caught them staring at your lips a few times before they leaned in close and placed a hand on your cheek.
"Can I kiss you now?" they whispered, your heart thumping at those words.
You said yes before you closed your eyes and waited – a second passed, and then you felt their lips press to yours – you didn't know what to do in the moment aside from lean in slightly, but then they pulled back.
"I'm sorry, that was..."
You opened your eyes at the strain in their voice as they tried to give a smile that wasn't forced or contorted.
"...I don't know how else to describe it but... you're not a good kisser, at all. You're really bad at it."
˖.ᐟ ࣪. ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ˖ ࣪.ᐟ.
Eddie and Volt thought that you were trying to take things slow when you kissed them on the cheek or on their temples, but it didn't take long before they noticed how you'd become tense when they started asking if it was okay to kiss you on the lips.
You never said no to their kisses though, whether it was in the back bar with Eddie or in the VIP booth with Volt – you loved feeling that tingle of static whenever they kissed you – but when the kiss lasted more than a few seconds, you'd pull away before you started kissing them back.
During one night however, Volt had held you by the waist before he lowered you down and leaned in for a kiss. The bar patrons whooped and cheered as you became lost in the moment, but when you started leaning in and moving your head to deepen the kiss, you nearly fell to the floor from pushing yourself back.
Volt caught you with wide eyes while Eddie nearly knocked a glass over from the spectacle, but the two had looked at each other from across the bar and had a wordless conversation.
When the Breaker Box closed for the night, you wiped down the service station while Eddie finished drying the rest of the glassware. Volt had also been waving to some of the lingering patrons before he closed and locked the entrance.
"If you don't like being kissed, you know you can tell us, right?"
Eddie places a glass tumbler down with a soft clink before he raises his head to look at you.
"I don't want you to feel pressured to do anything because of me or Volt."
He then looks to Volt, who walked to the counter in a few strides as his usual bright hair became dim.
"...I'm sorry live wire, truly, I let myself get carried away in front of the bar patrons – I should've checked with you first."
"I'm the one who should be sorry," you look to Volt and Eddie before looking down at the counter.
"I really do love kissing you both, but... I'm not good at kissing." You place a hand to your lips before frowning.
"It's probably because I have hardly any experience, I was told that I'm really bad at it before and I didn't want you two to think I'm..."
Your eyes widen when Volt slowly shifts to an intense blue hue, but he reins it in when Eddie places a hand on-top of his.
"Live wire... a person who has no tact or decorum is hardly someone worth listening to."
"Volt's right, they sound like a real piece of work – nothing's going to change the way we feel about you."
They take your hands into theirs, and the feeling of their static charge makes you smile for a moment before you frown again.
"But you two... whenever you kiss, you do it without a second thought but it's basically perfect, how do you do it...?"
Eddie's face goes slightly red as he looks to Volt, who has a glint in his eye.
"Those things take time live wire, I can assure you that Eddie and I were far from perfect when we became an item."
"What? What do you mean?" You raised an eyebrow at Volt's words while Eddie pushed his hair back to compose himself.
"Do you remember when you called an electrician a few years back? You had them take a look at the breaker box because you were worried about the house, but they didn't find anything wrong with the breakers."
You thought back to that time – it had been a year since you moved into the house and everything had been unpacked and fully set up – but then the lights started flickering and would go out, and you'd notice that the oven and microwave's in-built clocks would reset overnight.
"I thought that there was something wrong with the electrical grid entirely," you murmured, "But I never heard anything from the neighbours and then everything went back to normal in a week – I still don't understand though, what does that have to do with you kissing–?"
"That was around the time Eddie and I started showing our affections towards one another," Volt beams with a blush and a grin.
"Mayor Celia was the one who informed us that multiple power surges had occurred throughout the house," Eddie adds with a sigh, his blush deepening, "She told us to get things under control when she heard about your call to the electrician."
The thought of a slightly younger Eddie and Volt being called into Mayor Celia's office and getting told off like they were teenagers made you suppress a laugh, especially when you could picture Eddie averting his eyes while Volt talked their way out of it, not to mention the fact that Mayor Celia would've referred to Eddie as Eddison–
"I wish I was there–" Your shoulders shook when you finally laughed, "That would've made the electrician's service bill worthwhile–!"
"Okay, it wasn't that funny," Eddie scowled, though his lips curled into a small smile now that you were no longer frowning. "But at least you don't need to worry about causing power surges, there's been a few close calls since then."
"That is reassuring," you pretend to wipe away a tear before you held hands with Eddie and Volt again.
"I think it'll take sometime for me to start reciprocating your kisses but... in the meantime, I'd prefer kissing you in private if that's okay with you both."
"Take all the time you need," Eddie murmurs, brushing his thumb over your knuckles.
"You mustn't worry about how we feel," Volt intertwines his fingers with yours, "But truthfully, Eddie and I are most happy when you are."
"Thank you, both of you."
You held their hands tighter as you kissed them on the cheeks and smiled when they did the same to you in return.
˖.ᐟ ࣪. ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ˖ ࣪.ᐟ.
"Eddison, Volt, I thought you said you had the power surges all under control now. I've received multiple reports about two power surges that occurred last night, and I've also been told that they were the worst ones to date."
You took a sip from the cup of Florence's tea as the three of you sat together in Mayor Celia's office, who looked less than impressed before she turned to you.
"I hadn't expected you to be here as well, were you there when these power surges occured?"
"Yes Mayor Celia," You could feel both Eddie and Volt's eyes on you when you put your tea aside, your face becoming warm as she waited for you to continue.
"...I caused the power surge by accident..."
The three of you had been closing up the Breaker Box when you asked if you could kiss them – it had been some time since you spoke about what happened with your ex, but you were ready to take things further than a kiss on the cheek or temple.
You remember feeling that familiar tingle of static when you pressed your lips to Eddie's, but it increased tenfold when you placed a hand on his cheek and leaned in a bit more – you could've sworn you heard something buzzing and humming from within him, but you didn't think anything of it.
And when you wrapped your arms around Volt's shoulders to kiss him, you didn't notice how he filled the entire room with his light (not to mention the entire breaker box closet itself), especially when you closed your eyes and tilted your head slightly to kiss him more.
You end up telling Mayor Celia that you were helping the two close up when you tripped and collided with the two of them – she seemed a bit sceptical of your words and reasoning, but she dismissed all three of you when you promised that you'd be more careful next time.
"I can't believe that happened," your face was hot as you all walked back to the Breaker Box, "I take back what I said before, I don't think I could handle being called to her office twice."
"At least it was your first time," Eddie glances at you with a smirk, "And the mayor was a lot more stern when it was me and Volt, she has a soft spot for you."
"But still– I didn't think I could cause you two to have a power surge!"
"Oh live wire, power surges are hardly something to worry about," Volt grins as he gives you a wink.
"Wait for when Eddie and I cause a full power outage."
Imagine that during the time you lost touch with a household object post-realisation, they had been making a living for themselves to show you that they could love and support you as a human.
They wanted to do all the things that humans do before they asked to become your lover again – from going on dates to sharing a living space together, to maybe proposing and getting engaged – they couldn't do that immediately, they needed to do everything you did before you met them through the dateviators.
It had taken sometime before they could be in a position where they had all the things you had, from a job to a living space and more, but they couldn't bring themselves to reach out to you until they had everything ready – but now, now they were.
Imagine their surprise when they receive a envelope that's addressed to them, with their name and all – the front is handwritten by you personally, they'd always recognise your handwriting – but still, why an envelope? What was the occasion?
Imagine their reaction when they slowly open that envelope up, only to pull out a white decorative invitation that states the following –
You are invited to attend the wedding celebration of...
They see your name, your full name, not to mention the name of some other person that they don't recognise.
There will be also be a reception filled with food, drinks, and dancing.
Please save the date, and RSVP before this date and time!
I read the dateables beating up a burglar but wouldn’t it be funny if their object selves jumped them like the fish jumping the cyclops from the SpongeBob movie
Content Awareness: Some graphic descriptions of violence, specifically electric shocks, inaccurate police procedures – various household objects can also be considered to be written out of character.
For those who haven't seen or read the original meme and prompt, you can read that here!
Imagine the burglar does come back – they bring two of their buddies to form a small group and get payback for what happened the first time. They make sure to drive by your house a few times to keep tabs on you, unaware that the front door, the curtains, the rods and the windows are doing the same.
Front Dorian would make sure to tell you the moment he recognises the person in the driver's seat – he never forgets a face, particularly one he punched himself.
You've also heard from Mac and Phoenicia that some of your neighbours had a few encounters with them before – the elderly couple down the street, that neighbour with the sneaker collection next door – the burglars never do anything aside from breaking-and-entering on-top of stealing various valuables, but if they plan on coming back to your home, you'll make sure that it's the last time they commit larceny.
The whole house is informed about what's going to happen, though you make sure to protect those who are fragile and/or don't wish to participate by moving them away from the big brawl.
You also rearrange and upgrade parts of the house to prepare for what's coming – Dorian's screw and hinges get a few upgrades to ensure that he can't simply be kicked down or hit with a crowbar in any of the rooms, and Wyndolyn's ground floor windows get replaced with laminated, shatter-proof glass.
The night the burglars arrive at your doorstep, you're upstairs with Phoenicia and all the other fragile and non-combative objects. Bedroom Dorian tells you not to come downstairs, though you use your poise to convince him to let you take a peek from the stairs.
And when you hear one of the living room windows open with a creak, you have Phoenicia get ready to speed diall the police.
"I'm telling you, I got beat up, whipped, zapped and burnt by these people– I don't know how–"
The first burglar was on the lookout while the other two crept in.
"Yeah yeah, I'll believe it when I see them–"
"Wait, hold on– is it me or is the floor wet?"
All three step into a rather large puddle of water before a spark of electricity comes out from a power outlet nearby – it carries through the water and up their nervous systems to give them a non-lethal shock – you can't help but wince when you hear the burglars scream while Phoenicia informs you that the police are on their way.
And when the burglars manage to recover from being electrocuted, the living room comes to life.
The fireplace practically roars as it sets itself alight before a thick office table throws itself against the first burglar – one of the curtain rods also gives way, their solid ball finial hitting the second burglar on the back of their head – the third burglar then tries to leave using the window, but it slams on their fingertips and closes shut.
All three are down on the floor by the time the police arrive, but everything is back in its place, the fireplace looks as if it had never been lit and the puddle of water from before was nowhere to be found.
"I'm telling you, this house is haunted – there were people that appeared out of thin air when I first came, and then things started moving around–"
The first burglar from before gets shoved in the back of the police van in addition to the other two.
"It's true officer! I got electrocuted, and then– then the curtains attacked me!"
"I was trying to leave, and the windows closed me in, I swear– I've never seen anything like it before!"
The police officers simply roll their eyes, though one does speak to you to obtain a detailed statement and whether you'd like to press charges. You decline to their surprise, but you give the reason that they hadn't broken or stolen any of your valuables and they had seemingly learned their lesson.
And when the police van finally drives away, you walk through the front door, take out the dateviators, and turn them on with a smile.
"Okay everyone, let's put everything back to its original place!"
hello this is hector i'm in the AC vent i see you please release the next part
Content Awareness: Long chapter – discussions and depictions of a previous toxic relationship with emotional manipulation and verbal abuse, mentions of cryptocurrency and NFTs, and hurt/comfort - please take care when reading if needed.
You can read the first part here, the second part here, and the third part here – there's also an extra segment from the household's perspective here!
The AC whirred softly as you sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the dateviators on the nightstand. You reached out towards them by habit before you thought back to your dream – it was getting harder to recall what happened, but you remembered the house slowly fading from existence and that blurry figure's last words:
"How long will you push them all away?"
You pulled away from the dateviators at that before you caught your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes were still red and puffy, and you also had dark circles from your broken sleep schedule. The cat clock near your nightstand also showed that it was surprisingly close to midday.
"I... I'm not ready to talk to anyone yet. I'm sorry."
You spoke aloud, looking to all your bedroom objects before looking back to the dateviators. You didn't want to imagine the look on Skylar's face at those words – or any of their faces – but you couldn't bring yourself to leave it at that.
"I think I need a bit of time to myself, to think some things over."
The rest of the day was quiet for the most part, though it didn't take long before you noticed that the house was trying to care for you whenever they had the chance – the water was warm to the touch when you washed your face and brushed your teeth, and the last drops of favourite coffee had dispensed into your go-to cup when you walked into the kitchen.
"You don't need to look out for me," your voice was soft as you looked at the coffee machine and held the cup in your hands. "I'll be sure to wash the filter and the cup when I'm done."
You move to the living room and read the latest messages from Valdivian's CEO while the coffee woke you up. He hadn't seemed to notice that the dateviators were missing yet, though you found yourself thinking back to Skylar. She hadn't been around when your ex moved in, and you weren't sure if anyone had told her about them.
But Skylar was always looking out for you, she was there when you were first introduced to your house, and she would happily step in whenever a household object became too much for you to handle on your own.
"Maybe... Maybe I should talk to her," you murmured, looking down at the empty cup in your hand.
By the time you finished cleaning the cup and filter, your stomach grumbled and the kitchen cat clock coincidentally chimed – you ended up making something small for lunch before you went back to the bedroom – all your pillows and blankets were neat and tidy now, and the room was as warm as an embrace.
You sat on the edge of the bed and held the dateviators in your hands before you spoke.
"Skylar, I'm not sure if it's possible, but if it is, can I talk to you in private? I– I want to talk about something– something that I think you should know."
You wait for a few minutes before you put the dateviators on, the rose tint and heart visuals making your chest tighten before Skylar appeared in front of you – you couldn't see Betty near her, or the rest of the bedroom objects when you turned your head.
"They'll be able to see you, but you can't see them right now," she said, her voice uncharacteristically low, "and they also can't listen in. I tweaked the dateviators to give you privacy."
She adjusted her glasses and straightened her back before giving you a small smile.
"What did you want to talk about?"
Your chest tightened more at the question as you looked to the bed – Was this a mistake? What if she didn't want to know about your ex? What if someone had told her, and–
"You don't have to talk about it now if you don't want to,"
You looked up to meet her eyes as she places a hand on the bed.
"I shouldn't have spoken to you in front of everyone yesterday, I didn't think about how you would feel until..."
Her eyes are downcast for a moment as she frowns, seemingly thinking back to what happened yesterday before she raises her head.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have put you on the spot like that – It's okay if you need more time to talk about what's on your mind."
"Thank you, it means a lot..." You give her a tight-lipped smile before it gives way to a frown. "...You were right though, I don't think I've been myself in a long time."
You breathe in to ease the tightness in your chest.
"I don't know if you heard anything or if anyone told you... but I broke up with someone a few days before you arrived. They lived here for a few weeks, and they... they weren't a good partner..."
You think back to the day you first met your ex – you coworkers had convinced you to go out drinking one Friday night, but you ended up sitting near the bar and sipping on a cheap mocktail while they laughed and danced together – you were originally going to leave when you finished your glass, but then someone approached you.
"I don't think I've seen you here before."
They smiled and leaned on the counter as your face became warm – you could've sworn you ordered a mocktail rather than a long island iced tea...
"Oh– no, my coworkers said this was a team building exercise so attendance was 'mandatory', but I don't think this is HR approved." you wince at your poorly executed joke before they laugh.
"Well, it's good that you came anyway – because I'd definitely remember someone as good-looking as you."
Your eyes and mouth widened at their words as they smiled and introduced themselves before ordering you the same mocktail – it didn't take long before you exchanged numbers and went on your first date, but you should've realised that things were going to become too good to be true.
They started forgetting their wallet from the third date, but you couldn't bring yourself to ask them to pay for their half when they surprised you with flowers and small trinkets for gifts. And whenever you saw them looking at someone else for a long time, they always reassured you by telling you that they were looking at their hair or their clothes instead of their figure.
The worst by far was when they started constantly checking their phone during dates – they had to check it every few minutes, no matter where you were or what you were doing – it didn't take long before you confronted them.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't ignoring you on purpose!" They hold up their phone to show you various stock prices and charts. "I've been checking on my investments, they're not doing well right now and I need to sell them when they finally turn a profit, though I need to do that on my laptop."
You get a subpar explanation about what cryptocurrencies and NFTs are before you make a suggestion of your own.
"Why don't you withdraw the remaining money and put it in a savings account? It's not much, but you'll get a bit extra every-"
"Since when did you become my fucking accountant? Last I remember, all you have is a shitty degree in customer service – you don't need to concern yourself with my finances, okay?"
Your face drops at their change in tone before they brush it off with a smile and put their phone back in their pocket.
"Sorry, sorry, pretend I never said that. Now, let's get back to our date..."
You remember calling Sam that night, who told you that that was a major red flag and deal-breaker, but you tried to do more research into cryptocurrency and NFTs to relate to your partner more.
"It... kinda seems as if you're gambling with digital coins and tokens more than anything..." You murmured, scrolling through another webpage before your phone lit up with messages from your partner.
'I'm really sorry for how things ended today...'
'I'll make it up to you next time, okay? I promise!'
'I love you.'
You wished you had broken up with them then and there, but then a few weeks passed and things were okay – at least, until they called you while you were in the middle of a meeting. When you received three missed calls from them, you stepped away to call them back.
"I got fired – I thought I was going to get a promotion but I got fucking fired–"
"What? What happened–?"
"I don't know! But I'm only getting a quarter of my pay, and rent's due this week but I put everything I had into a new investment and..."
They were close to having a breakdown, and your heart ached as you heard them sound so lost and unsure as you tried to think of a way to comfort them.
"...I don't know where I can go, none of my family live around here and all my friends live in a one-room apartment– I know this is a lot to ask, but would you be willing to let me move in with you? It'd only be for a few weeks, at least until I find a new job, but I–"
"Of course you can – It's okay, I'm not going to leave you without a roof over your head."
The call goes silent for a moment as their crying and sobbing stops, and for a moment you think the call has dropped out before they finally respond –
"Really? You mean it? I'll– I'll make it up to you, I promise! I'll do the dishes, the laundry, I'll take out the trash – whatever you need! Thank you, thank you so much!"
You were relieved to hear them sound so happy, and you couldn't help but think this would be the start of something new for the two of you and that this was the next stage in your relationship–
–But that was all a complete lie.
"....Then they became a freeloader when they moved into the house," You forced a laugh as your voice started to tremble.
"I don't even think they saw me as a partner anymore, I can't remember the last time they kissed me or held me, or even said 'I love you' – it was like the moment they moved in, I was nothing but some free accommodation, a living space that let them do whatever they want."
You looked up at the ceiling to blink away the oncoming tears as Skylar looked heartbroken at everything you said.
"It didn't take long for me to end things when they started screaming things at me and tried to lay a hand on me, not to mention when I learned they had been using me the entire time... but when I realised that the whole house had seen and heard everything, and that most of them were forced to put up with my ex while I was working... I blamed myself for everything."
Skylar said your name softly, "You couldn't have known, you shouldn't be blaming yourself for the things your ex–"
"But I let them in!" The dateviators were becoming blurry with your tears, "I let them into the house and they treated everyone like they were nothing but dirt under their shoes, and I didn't do anything about it until the damage was done! And no matter what I do, I feel like nothing makes up for everything they've done!"
You thought of everyone who resided in the living room, kitchen, laundry and bedroom, the ones who could do nothing but let your ex do whatever they pleased each and every day.
"...At this point, I feel like the only way to makes things right is if I give the dateviators to someone else and moved away, but I can't even bring myself to do that."
You close your eyes before you saw the look on Skylar's face. The words that had been lingering in the back of your mind, the ones you dreamt about, were finally said aloud and out in the open.
You wait for Skylar to respond, to express her shock and disappointment or hatred at what you've said – but it never comes.
"Do you remember the first things you said to me?"
You open your eyes to that she's moved closer to you, but she still leaves some distance between you in case you need it – she's neither saddened or angered, but she does wait for you to think back to that first meeting.
"Hey there – Your life is about to change, I hope you're ready!"
"I– I think I said something like 'A talking pair of glasses'?"
"Well, yes, but you also said something before that! The first things you said were 'No, definitely not – I'm nowhere near ready'."
Skylar smiles more while you become a loss for words – you couldn't imagine why she'd want to remember those first words when they were less than a good impression.
"But that's the thing – you could've easily put me back in that box and taken me outside, or told the hacker to fetch me with another drone or even try to sell me online – but you didn't."
She places a hand on-top of yours before she touches the dateviators' frames, her eyes full of emotion.
"You have always taken care of me – when my lens get smudged, you grab a microfiber cloth and wipe it clean. You make sure that my temples and heart bridge are polished, and you never forget to charge me before you sleep."
She takes your hands and holds them as your chest warms from her words.
"You're the one who welcomed me into your home and let me be a part of it – I can't imagine the house being owned by someone else because none of it would be the same without you – and I'm sure everyone else feels the exact same way."
You lower your head, tears falling from your eyes and onto the bed. Skylar turns to an empty space in the bedroom and has a wordless conversation before she looks back to you.
"The others would like to talk you when you're ready – is it okay if I tweak the dateviators' and change everything back?"
You hesitate for a moment before giving Skylar the okay, though she makes sure to leave one hand on-top of yours while she fiddles with one of the screws on the dateviators.
"Okay, the settings should go back to normal right about now–"
More heart visuals appear before everyone comes into view – at first, they all look relieved when they realise you can see them fully, but that gives way to concern when they see you wipe more tears away.
"Are you okay?" Betty is the first one to speak up, "Do you want a hug?"
You look to Skylar, who gives an encouraging nod, before looking back at her.
"I'll be okay, but I think I could use a hug–"
You hear the Hanks shout "GROUP HUG!" before they all hug from you from behind, followed by Betty hugging you from the side. You hear and feel Timmy purring as he moves to hug you from the other side, while Amir and Clarence hug you in front.
"Do you think there's room for two more?"
You raise your head to see Skylar smiling brightly and Dorian looking rather embarrassed as they stand to the side, the sight making you laugh softly.
"I think that can be arranged," you manage to extend an arm out to them as Skylar tries to suppress a squeal before she squishes against Betty, while Dorian does a half-hug near Clarence.
"I really do love and care for you all," you murmur, and you feel everyone hold you tighter in response.
And when your eyes drift closed from the warmth and comfort, you could've sworn you heard Skylar asking the others for a favour while Betty whispered, "It's okay if you need a nap, I've got you – sweet dreams."
I love the concept of the dateables scaring a burglar off while they're still objects, especially when you're not home, but what would happen if the burglar got their hands on the dateviators?
Imagine if they found them in the attic inside Sophia and tried them on for the first time, only to turn around and see this –
(Not pictured is Dorian, Eddie, Volt and Tony getting ready to throw punches while Sophia gets the penny whip out).
While the burglar recovered from Parker's punch, the back of their hoodie was grabbed by Attic Dorian, who looks to Eddie, Volt and Tony in the hallway.
"Let's give 'em a proper warm welcome, shall we?"
By the time you come back home, the front door is thrown open and you see the burglar screaming as they scramble to get away from your house – they had two black eyes, fried hair that stood on its ends, multiple bruises and singed clothes that exposed the whip and claw marks on their sides.
You immediately rush inside to find the house mostly untouched, though you could see multiple things out of place including Skylar, who had been thrown to the floor by the staircase.
"What happened–?!"
You pick the dateviators up and inspect her for any scratches before you put her on and face the front door.
"Nothing we couldn't handle love," Front Dorian adjusts his flat cap with busted knuckles and a rather pleased smile.
"But I don't think they're planning on coming back."
I love that Volt gets brighter when he's angered, but can you imagine what would happen when he's really happy?
Imagine if you and Eddie surprised Volt by kissing him at the same time, I think the three of you would cause a power surge in the house because Volt gets caught off guard and does this –
All the lights would go out (Lux is not happy), and you'd need to help Eddie fix things up while Volt re-composes himself.
To the Anon that shared their thoughts on how Reggie would react to the homeowner's freeloader ex, please know that I love and appreciate you because I'll definitely come back to your ask when I write the bonus segment – thank you for sharing! ᥫ᭡
Release the next part of the freeloading partner and my LIFE is YOURS 🥺😭
In all seriousness I am OBSESSED !! Thank you so much for writing this 💕 I will wait (im)patiently for the next part forever if need be 💕💕
Content Awareness: Post-emotional breakdown, mentions of previous toxic relationship and verbal abuse, Nightmare makes an appearance but it's well-intended - as always, please take care when reading if needed.
You can read the first part here, the second part here, and the fourth part here – there's also an extra segment from the household's perspective here!
You held the dateviators in one hand before you slumped to the floor and leaned on your bedframe for support – you didn't know how much time had passed since they turned off, but you didn't want to recharge them – at least, not yet.
You couldn't remember the last time you cried in front of someone, anyone, but then Skylar asked if you were okay before your whole bedroom started speaking up, their eyes filled with worry and concern that were all for you.
But despite everything they said, all you could think about was what your ex said before they packed their things and when they walked out.
"You can't even cook or clean for shit–"
"Your personality, it's really lacking–"
"–I don't know what I ever saw in you."
You hadn't cried that much in a long time either, not even when your ex near-screamed at you – but now your eyes were swelling up, and your chest was aching from when you tried to breathe while simultaneously sob.
The wooden floorboards and the wool rug brought you to the present as you looked back to the dateviators in your hand. You couldn't bring yourself to leave Skylar with an empty battery, but you also didn't want to speak to anyone about what happened.
In the end, you leave her charging on the nightstand as you slept on-top of the bed, your eyes slowly drifting closed before the pillows and blankets shuffled closer to give you warmth and comfort.
That night, you dream about the day the Valdivian drone broke through the front doorglass and placed a box in front of you – the exact same box that contained the dateviators. You slowly picked the box up and inspected it before-
"You didn't have to get that, I was planning to get it when I was done with my new cover letter."
Your heart went still when you turned to see your ex standing behind you.
"What? When did you– Why are you here–?"
"That package, I ordered something last night. I paid extra for the next-day delivery service."
They raise an eyebrow and hold their hand out expectantly before you take a step back, the box slightly shaking in your grasp.
"No, you– you're not supposed to be here, I made you leave, these aren't yours–"
"What are you talking about? The most you get delivered to the house is groceries and utilities bills."
Your ex simply rolls their eyes and makes a grabbing motion with their hand before stepping closer.
"But I got a message– the hacker, they said that they were sending this to me–"
"It's definitely my external CPU, I bought it for my laptop for–"
"These don't belong to you!"
Your voice echoes through the hall and throughout the entire house.
"You don't live here anymore, these were given to me when you left!"
Your ex's eyes widen in response, their eyebrows furrowing as they open their mouth to shout back, but you step forward.
"I should've never let you move in, you didn't really love me or care about me – all you thought about was yourself! I wasn't your partner, I was nothing but a roof over your head that let you eat, sleep and shower whenever you felt like it!"
You held the box close to you as tears gathered in the corners of your eyes.
"This box, the dateviators – they've shown me that I'm surrounded by people who love and care about me!"
"...Then why haven't you let them?"
Your ex's voice shifts and becomes unrecognisable, their eyes turning blank and their smile becoming distorted as they become something that resembles a solid black silhouette.
"Ever since you wore those things and learned of the household's existence, you've done everything you can to make sure they're loved and cared for – but when they try to do the same for you, you turn them away – why is that?"
You look down at your hands, the box nowhere to be found before you looked back at the silhouette.
"I don't know, I didn't–"
"Do you think they'll treat you the same way your previous partner did?"
"No! No, they'd never do the things my ex did to me, but..."
You turn to the front door, the broken transom now fixed as you stared at your reflection in the glass.
"...I don't deserve it," your voice breaks. "I don't deserve their love and care when they've had to deal with everything that happened between me and my ex."
You closed your eyes and leaned on the door to suppress the oncoming tears.
"Dorian has been kicked so many times that some of his door frames are damaged, Daisuke constantly finds new chips and bits of rust, Clarence still has hard stains that I can't get out– I still need to make things right, for all of them–"
Before you could go on, you're interrupted by the silhouette's sadistic laugh.
"And how long will it take to fix everything before you're satisfied? Another week? Another month? How long will you continue to push them all away?"
"What? No, that's not– I'm not–"
You raise your head before you realise that you're standing outside the house, but when you try to go back inside, the front door refuses to open.
"No–! Dorian, please open up–!"
You step back and try to head to the back door, but the entire house slowly gives way to darkness.
"Wait, no, don't go–!"
When you reach out towards the front door one last time, you wake up to your hand outstretched towards the ceiling – tears lingering in your swollen eyes.
I love that Volt gets brighter when he's angered, but can you imagine what would happen when he's really happy?
Imagine if you and Eddie surprised Volt by kissing him at the same time, I think the three of you would cause a power surge in the house because Volt gets caught off guard and does this –
All the lights would go out (Lux is not happy), and you'd need to help Eddie fix things up while Volt re-composes himself.
Another adition to you'r freelancer parter thing cuz im addicted now. Imagine affter getting deteviators, MC feels guilty becouse of all the shit they'r ex was doing so they start to apologize to all the objects. And all of them are what do you mean?:(( Why are you apologizing?:(( We're not mad at you at all, honey nooooo :((((((
Content Awareness: Slight depictions of self-neglect, a full depiction of an emotional breakdown, and hurt/no comfort – please take care when reading if needed.
You can read the first part here, the third part here, and the fourth part here – there's also a segment written from the household's perspective here.
The moment you use the dateviators and discover that everything in the house is alive – from the doors to the trash can and your dirty clothes – you try to make up for everything that's happened in the past month since you broke up with your ex.
You were cleaning the house from top to bottom, from vacuuming and mopping to washing Dirk, Betty and Curt. But you don't stop there, you start wiping and dusting every surface and shelf in every room until the only thing that's left is the spot where Dolly resides right under Koa.
And when that's all done, you check on Henry, Washford and Drysdale to make sure you haven't overworked them – you also ask if River and Winnifred are feeling okay since you used a ton of cold and hot water in one sitting, but when anyone tries to check up on you – you smile and deflect.
"You don't need to worry about me – this is my way of thanking you all for dealing with everything I've put you through!"
But when the entire house is at its cleanest, it's not enough in your eyes. Every time you greet any of the household objects, you always end up asking if there's anything you can do to make things better. It doesn't take long before it gets out of hand; while some objects are more than happy to be doted on, others are noticing how you're starting to put their needs before your own.
You don't sleep on Betty as much as you used to, and you stop spending a lot of time with Johnny and Bathsheba – you also try not to use Hector or any appliances for too long, and it becomes clear that you're distancing yourself from everyone.
Skylar ends up being the one to reach out one night before you take her off to recharge her.
"...Hey, are you sure you're okay?"
She takes your hands into hers as you stand between the bed and bedside table – you can see Betty looking at you before she looks to Dorian, who's expression you can't fully read.
"Everyone's worried about you, you haven't been your usual self lately..."
"What? No, I'm okay! Why, is something wrong? What happened–"
You look around and see all your bedroom objects looking more concerned than ever – Timmy's ears are flat as he winds his pocket watch beside Amir, who seems to look rather lustreless even though you polished him this morning. You notice that the Hanks are unusually still and silent as well, while Clarence looked down at the floor.
"Nothing's wrong!" Skylar interjects, but you pull away and turn to everyone else in the room.
"What do you need? I can help, I'll do whatever I can–"
"You've done more than enough," Dorian states softly, but you shake your head at his words.
"No, no that's not true, there's still more that needs to be done–"
"What else needs to be done?" Clarence furrows his eyebrows. "You've been cleaning non-stop for the past two weeks! And you're constantly going from room to room each and every day–"
"You've done so much for everyone," Amir reassures, "But you haven't been taking care of yourself."
"He's right house homie..." Hank 2 speaks up, "...You can't go on like this, this isn't good for you."
The other Hanks murmur in agreement before Timmy chimes in.
"Timmy is thankful for all that you've done nya, but Timmy thinks that you should let us help you–"
"I don't need help!" You insist with a smile, but it falters when your voice breaks.
"I– I still haven't made things right, you've had to put up with me for so long, and then I let my ex move in and that made everything worse for all of you–"
You hear Skylar call your name when tears fall from your eyes, your shoulders shaking and chest heaving as you bury your face in your hands.
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry– please– please don't hate me– I didn't mean to- I didn't know–"
But before anyone can react or move closer to you, the dateviators run out of battery and shut down.
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