Hey hey, I saw a lot of imagine and hc blogs about some of the dateables, but I noticed that there is not much content about my favs.
Asks are encouraged
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Cam was used to living off scraps and discarded food while as a Trashcan. I mean, it's not like he had a big appetite, objects don't really need to eat?
This changes when he is realized however. He tries to live like he usually did, but quickly realizes he is VERY hungry. he wasn't that built before, but you do notice him being a bit skinnier than usual.
He is stubborn, saying that he can find food on his own. And yes, he can, but even though he's a very healthy person, there's so much food found in garbages you can eat before you finally get sick.
He's redder than usual, his face coated with small sweat drops.
You cover him, as he lays on your bed shivering slightly. He is pouty, making small noises but mostly staying still.
Your lips kiss his forehead softly, and despite his fever, he gets comfortable.
Small bowl of warm soup in hand, you begin to spoon feed him. For this you put some soft pillows below his neck, so he can swallow properly.
He regains his strenght over the next days... however you notice him coming around way more often.
Well, he doesn't force you to cook of course. It's more of him hanging out enough you both have to eventually eat. After a while of him doing so, you already have prepared a plate just for him.
"Hey."
-- Hm?
"Stop squishing."
It seems you have gotten distracted while cuddling, grabbing onto Cam's natural belly. He usually has to do lifting works at the dump site, but he doesn't really work out. That means he has enough fat for you to just grab and play.
-- Aw. Alright.
Cam keeps silent, although you can't see it, you can tell he's embarassed and blushing.
"Ugh. Whatever, just do it if you want."
Kissing his neck and face all over, curling yourself over him, you lay your hands again at his stomach, not squeezing, just feeling the small chub.
Well, you're glad he's healthier now at least.
And he can't deny he loves being pampered. He won't tell it to your face though.
Summary: You convince Mitchell to carve a pumpkin with you, and maybe even let loose a bit.
Notes: MITCHELLL MY BELOVED AGGH ohh my gosh he’s so pretty and smug and ugh i just wanna *glomps him*
Flufftober day 21: Pumpkin Carving
Tags: post-realization, pumpkin carving, shenanigans involving pumpkin guts, flirty banter, kissing, fluff, reader-insert, no use of y/n for reader insert, gender-neutral reader-insert, no beta we die like chappy
Word Count: 1,430
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Both you and Mitchell have just returned home from a trip to the grocery store, where after purchasing the necessary groceries you somehow managed to drag him to the pumpkin display. With much convincing on your part and a lot of skepticallness on Mitchell’s, you both walk away with a pumpkin for each of you. The concept of carving pumpkins and setting them outside for halloween is not beyond him, but he still has some reservations in wasting the flesh for simple decoration.
“I still can’t believe we’re not using these perfectly good pumpkins to make seasonal crème brûlées, or even a simple pumpkin soup.” Mitchell turns the gourd around, inspecting it closely.
You heave your own pumpkin onto the table next to Mitchell’s, letting out a huff. “Don’t worry, not all of it’s going to waste. We’ll clean the seeds we scoop out, toss them in oil, salt, and cinnamon, then roast them in the oven! Trust me, they taste delicious.”
Mitchell hums. “Yes, I suppose. You raise a good point, mon chéri.”
Except when it comes to you, in which he could be convinced quite easily, you’ve found.
As you clumsily cut into your pumpkin, you try making small talk. “So, do you have a face planned for your pumpkin?”
Mitchell, with the ease of an expert, sinks his knife skillfully into his own pumpkin and begins smoothly cutting away. “I can’t say I’ve given it much thought. Something will come to me, I’m sure.”
“Ooo, spontaneous! I didn’t take you to be the type.”
Mitchell grins smugly. “I need to keep you on your toes somehow.”
And so it goes between the two of you, the attempt at small talk gently slipping into more casual conversation. Discussions of Mitchell’s review of the latest snobby critic, debate over whether or not pineapple ‘belongs’ on pizza, and playful banter fill your kitchen. The scent of pumpkin permeates the air, making the room smell like autumn and Halloween.
You're in the middle of scooping the last of the insides when it happens.
A simple miscalculation, just a little too much strength. Scraping the sides too hard with your spoon, causing a small chunk of pumpkin guts to fly into the air and—
*splat*
— right onto Mitchell’s face.
He doesn’t even react, simply freezing in place, spoon pausing mid-scoop in his own pumpkin. The only indication he’s even acknowledged the accident is a small intake of breath and a slight widening of his eyes in surprise, crossing as he attempts to look at the pumpkin innards that have found themself on his cheek.
You, however, immediately jump to action. “Oh, shit. I am so sorry, Mitchell. Hang on…” You hurriedly turn to the side to grab some paper towels. “Damn pumpkin guts… I’m sorry, I should’ve been more careful—”
You’re cut off the moment you turn back to face Mitchell by something cold and wet hitting you square between the eyes. The smell that assaults your nostrils soon after tells you it’s a bit of pumpkin that’s landed on your face. You gasp at the sudden incursion, and blink rapidly in bewilderment.
When you look at Mitchell, you notice he’s traded his look of shock for a grin that’s downright impish. His fingers are still in a post-flick motion, giving him away. “Oops.” There’s not an ounce of regret in his tone, despite his words.
You grin right back at his unspoken challenge. Oh. It is so on.
Before he can react, you quickly reach into the bowl of discarded pumpkin guts, pinching a dollop, and hurl it directly at Mitchell. It hits him right in the chest, splattering against his shirt with a satisfying *splurt*.
You swear you’ve only blinked when you see a blur of orange hurtling towards you. It gives you barely enough time to dodge the oncoming ball of goop, ducking under the table to avoid being hit. It lands somewhere behind you, making a *plap* as it hits the wooden flooring.
Mitchell chuckles devilishly. “Oh, you aren’t getting away that easily.” From your position under the table, you hear a wet *squelch* followed by the sight of Mitchell standing up, the chair he is sitting on scratching awfully against the floor. He’s already halfway around the table when you realize exactly what’s happening.
You yelp and quickly dart the opposite way, leaping upright so you're no longer hunched over. What you see only confirms your suspicions: Mitchell’s hand is full of a large glop of pumpkin guts and his smile is full of mischief. It only spurs you to keep running, intent on putting as much distance between you and the sticky orange slop.
Mitchell doesn’t waver, chasing you around the table one, two, three, four times. All the while, both of you are laughing with a childish glee that you haven’t felt in quite some time. Joy and adrenaline rush through your veins as you desperately avoid Mitchell’s attacks.
You and him come to a stand-still when you find yourself on one end of the table, and Mitchell on the other. Both of you are hunched over the table, tensed up and prepared to dash at the slightest hint of movement from the other.
“Come here!” His order is incrementally broken with ill-hidden snickers.
You do your best not to giggle back at the absurdity of the situation you’d found yourself in. “No!” You feign to the left, and then quickly bolt to your right.
But Mitchell is expecting the fake-out. With a swiftness you don’t expect from him, he all but launches himself at you, tackling you to the ground and pinning you underneath him. In no time at all, you find yourself lying supine, Mitchell practically sitting on top of you as he straddles your sides with his legs, effectively immobilizing you. His lack of visible muscles is deceptive, it seems, as he has no trouble keeping you restrained, no matter how intensely you squirm in an attempt to escape his grasp.
Your struggle for freedom is futile, Mitchell’s hold on you only growing tighter as he slowly leans forward, the handful of goop inching closer to your face. “AH! Wait! Mitchell—!” You let out an involuntary shriek when his finger — covered in pumpkin — makes contact with your forehead. It’s cold, slimy, but not the most uncomfortable. Most of your dramatics are just that, dramatic. Honestly, you don’t mind being held in place while your boyfriend drags his pumpkin-drenched fingers down your face.
Mitchell dabs a finger back into the pile of sludge in his hand, and continues in decorating you in orange. “De toute beauté.” He mutters under his breath as he wipes what feels like erratic lines of pumpkin slop on your face. “There is no finer paint than food. It can be spread in beautiful patterns, making a work of art. So long as it covers the right canvas, its presentation is only surpassed by its edibility.” He smiles gently as he delicately taps the tip of your nose, leaving behind a small dab of pumpkin. “And you, mon chéri? You make the perfect canvas.”
You blush at his proclamation, finding yourself at a loss for words. “Uh…” You flounder, not knowing what to say. What does anyone say in this situation? Nothing comes to mind.
So, you do the next best thing, one that requires no words to be spoken.
Fast as a thought, you reach up and grab Mitchell by the collar, yanking him down and into a passionate kiss. He — unsurprisingly — tastes like pumpkin, but there’s smaller notes of something more savory underneath, something akin to salt, perhaps. Whatever it is, it’s delicious, just like him.
Now it’s Mitchell’s turn to blush, making a small noise in protest, taken off-guard by your sudden forwardness. But he melts soon enough, his eyes closing in pure bliss. You feel his hands cup your jaw, ignoring the way the pumpkin guts still leftover squish against your skin.
You stay like this for what could be hours, but really is only a few minutes, before Mitchell breaks away, gasping for breath. “Oh my, mon cœuri… I… goodness.”
You give him a salacious grin. “Didn’t think I had it in me?”
Mitchell, shaken from his momentary trance, grins right back. “Au contraire, I simply admire your boldness. Kissing me so deeply, yet so early in the day? It’s almost like you want something to happen.”
“Well, you know what they say: it’s midnight somewhere.”
“I’m fairly certain the phrase is ‘it’s 5 o’clock somewhere’.”
“Oh just shut up and take me.”
“Absolutely.”
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Notes: De toute beauté = absolutely beautiful
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As a concept, Lyric is more aware of his other multitudes than other physical objects.
Meaning that he is just as aware of what your neighbor is writing on her phone right now as what you are writing on Mac in front of him.
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You: Wait, you are sure!?
Lyric: Well, yes.
You: No kidding?
Lyric: Yes. As sure as Xander Wen is the best horny detective ever.
You: Ah- okay. But... is Jasmine (teen neighbor) really...?
Lyric: Planning to throw a party with alcohol without her parents knowing and then blaming you for "giving her the booze" if they find out? Yes. Yes, she really is.
Lyric: Boy, now that's a good idea for the new story I am making. I will have to tweak it, but- What are you doing, my love?
You, frantically searching on Framebook and Finstagram for any contact of Jasmine parents: I don't want that Karen at my throat, what does it look like I am doing?
Lyric: Oh. Her parents have a little notebook with several phone numbers on it, including theirs. If you want, I can-
You once found Cam napping outside his trailer-home on a hammock. His bucket had covered his face and his pet raccoon was munching on a snack on top of him.
You took a picture, without him knowing.
The next time be grabs your phone —noy because he is controlling or anything, he is just VERY into a game you had and he has spent so much time on it leveling up that now it is pointless to download it in his phone — he sees that the screen lock is a photo of him napping. He says nothing.
It is not until you are uninstalling the useless AI that the latest update got on his phone per his request that you notice his screen lock is a picture of you, sleeping on your bed, with a marker mustache painted on, and his pet raccoon eating a cracker on your stomach.
You throw a pillow at him. He even dared to have a shit eating grin on his gremlin face.
Cam: I regret nothing
You: I HAD ANTS ON MY BED FOR THE PAST THREE DAYS. I'LL MAKE YOU REGRET EVERYTHING!!
Without the dateviators, the only way Lyric can communicate with you is through books.
You just have to pick up any book, and if he has something to say, the words would get bolder
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You were just reading a pamphlet about a water park, when you start to notice that some words just get BOLDER at different times intervals:
"Come if you dare to ride The Wetter!
Towering 12 feet high, twisting through five wild loops, and built for double the speed — this new slide isn’t for the faint of heart. You’ll get wet... wetter... and absolutely soaked!
Height requirement: 5 ft minimum.
Got heart concerns? Check with your doctor before diving in."
(Come check my new script)
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It's a fun game you have. A little tricky after you had used a charge on him and he wants to talk about his new story.
To all the Date Everything fans carping about the fandom ‘dying’ because it’s not as large as it was at the beginning:
If there are a million members, the fandom is still alive.
If there are a thousand members, the fandom is still alive.
If there are a hundred members, the fandom is still alive.
If there are ten members, the fandom is still alive.
If the only member is you, the fandom is still alive.
Genuinely, it’s so heartbreaking to see so many people mourning over the death of a fandom that’s still alive and thriving, all because their posts aren’t getting as much attention
you mentioned/implied in some cam hcs that he becomes an absolute tickle monster if he finds out you're ticklish, how would he react to the roles being reversed in that aspect?
I'm imagining him going from smug to just the epitome of "oh shit 😮"
"Oh shit" indeed.
As a trash bin, his tactile sense was somewhat muted. He could still feel temperature, or when someone was touching him -even in a sexy way-, but his "skin" was, you could even say, thick.
Does not mean some places were not sensitive. If we are talking about his physical object form, just lightly touch the hinges of his lid, which gets him yelping a little. Though if you keep doing it, he will pull out the cucumber 😏
If we are talking about his shaped-animus form. Your best bet is behind his ears, which gives him a chuckle that he will immediately suppress once he sees your devilish grin. He immediately tries to play it cool until you are practically all over him, trying to get the same cute reaction again. He is not a "gufah" kinda guy, but his bouts of laughter sound more like airy chuckles.
Now, his human form. So many new sensations, and a new nervous system. Yeah, he is fucked. Poke the place that is a little lower on his armpit, blow on his ear, pinch the back of his thigh. However, do not overdo it, or else his body will get used to it, and he will not be ticklish anymore.
If you were to ask Lyric to teach you how to talk in zombie (he canonically knows this language) or even the language of objects (Canonically, the objects do not speak in human language, according to Skylar. She just translates everything we hear them say) he will happily teach you.
You already knew that Cam was not the romantic type. Or, at least what society deems as "romantic" when it comes to dates.
However:
He knows most food trucks around town and some in the city. He is still not picky with what he eats (or what his body is allowed to eat now that he is human), but visits certain food trucks with you on special occasions. Like, there is a difference with the sushi truck that is owned by a Thai and Mexican couple, where he is a regular and then there's Stefan's food truck (Stefan as in... The former stove of your house)
He does not go to dog parks unless it is with you, his pet raccoon is already filled with enrichment at the dump site, but he knows you like to interact with other dogs and use his raccoon as an excuse to approach the owners (mostly to pet the dogs, you remember most of the dogs' names instead of the owners')
He loves fruit (canonically he gets very excited about the prospects of fruit pulp and juice cans). It is very colorful and shit. He was thrilled when he found out there was a place that just sells juice and smoothies, he casually invited you dragged you there to go with him. You two were there for 3 hours, he got very excited at all the fruit. Not that anyone else noticed, but you have been with him long enough to recognize his giddy face.
He chuckles the first time you see him, without the dateviators, in his can form, in disbelief and with a surprised expression on your face, as he juggles two empty soda cans.
It was very interesting to see, and soon you were asking him to do it again, and again, and again, with and without the datevectors.
Cam offers to teach you. After two weeks, you can successfully juggle two paper balls without them hitting you on the face... for more than 8 seconds.
No, he did not end up as someone who despises showers or baths, and knows pretty well that he HAS TO maintain a somewhat okay hygiene if he wants to properly function as a human. He is not made of metal anymore, and his skin gets itchy due to dirt and dust. Even more so because he works in a dumpsite!
He is not a fan of showering, unless he drags you in with him, and does so every 2 to 3 days, depending on how much work he has to do.
What he did not account for was that his scalp constantly itched like hell, no matter how many times or how hard he scrubbed it. Later, with your help, he found out that the type of hair and scalp Skylar gave him (he was very pissy for two days about that after he realized it) was responsible for all that itchiness.
The solution? Giving this man a washing hair routine.
The first time he groaned, "Really? Can't I just... I dunno, go bald or something?"
"Yeah, if you want. But bald people have to protect their scalp too, put on sunscreen so they don't get cancer on that, they still have to wash it and scrub it... And since your scalp is oily as fuck-"
"K, fine. I get it, geez."
You two had to spend 3 hours researching the best routine with the fewest products for him, getting side-tracked from time to time to watch silly videos, and ordering sushi.
At the end, the winners were a silicone scalp scrubber, salicylic shampoo, and conditioner. He also had to clean his brush every week or else his new routine would be all for naught. This was passable enough for him to accept, and he immediately dragged you to the nearest drugstore to buy everything so he could shower with you.
You decided to use the cuck chair a wooden chair he made for you, so he could sit as you showed him in what order he had to use the products.
Conveniently, after 3 days, he magically forgot how to do it, showing up at your door at 7 pm. Then another 3 more days, and he showed up again, and again, and again.
You decided to give him three more steamy showers before you use that cuck chair wooden chair, to watch him as he showers. Just to be sure he does not forget how to layer his hair products, nothing more.
There is an option in the game to tell Cam that you cannot point out when someone is being rude to you.
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After you start dating him, he often shadows you most of the time you go and talk with the more... prickly and hot-headed objects of the first floor (he barely knows anyone on the second floor).
He explains that Stefan DOES have an attitude, and most of the time shouts and has almost no patience (though his sense of humor is cool), but he is working on it.
Cam has to physically drag you away the first time you encounter Harper and Dirk. He doesn't explain very well when you ask him why, but decides that it is best to see for yourself. So, by the second time you go see them (and Cam goes with you) he has to cover his ears, the hold he has on your hand tightens and he overall looks very VERY uncomfortable and twitchy. You decide to stop visiting those two with Cam afterwards.
He does NOT like Errol, at all. So when he saw how uncomfortable you were in his presence and how he was berating you for your food choices, he took you away, not before telling him that air fried food often loses its richness in flavor and that he is also a big ass burn hazard.
And so on, and so fort.
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Cam does like how safe you feel around him, but he doesn't not want you to be dependent on him. He does teach you how to stand up for yourself and pinpoint the ways people bad-mouth you.
He personally knows a lot about that last subject.
Just a year after his realization, Cam got himself a camper. He came across it while you two were going on a joy drive to the next town over. It was just to see the main dump site over there so Cam could see how his own compares. Weird dick measuring contest, but you two went to get burgers at a food truck after.
He was wondering, out loud, how much stuff could one of those food trucks hold, then you introduced him to what living vans and campers were. And right as you were finishing, Cam spotted a dude that was selling his camper at the corner of the park.
The rest is history.
He takes care of it a lot, and just bought the tiny house because the stuff he was collecting and all the DIY things he made were too much for his camper to hold... and to shower with you
You find out that Cam actually knows how to do macrame 4 months after he was realized.
You: ...so, you were not being sarcastic about being VERY into macrame.
Cam: Oh, no. I was being sarcastic. Wasn't that serious about macrame, just wanted to see if I could do something with the bundle of zip ties you tossed in me that time.
You, doing a double take on the little tapestry he made of his pet raccoon: Cam.
Cam: Hmn?
You: How the fuck did you do macrame with zip ties?
Cam: Wasn't that easy. That stuff is not made for bending and I spent a whole day just trying to do a basic bracelet.
You:...
Cam: ...
You: 🙂
Cam:...
You: 😃
Cam, looking more and more exasperated by the second: Fine. I'll make you a bracelet.
