Can u imagine Dateables with a new homeowner because the og!homeowner moved out after achieving all of their hate endings LOLL
The objects are unsure of what to think of you, asâ unlike the og!homeownerâ they know nothing! Do you have siblings? How do you like your coffee made? So many questions and some are afraid youâll turn out just like the og!homeowner.
When you officially move in however, they realize their concerns were for naut. The moment your name was signed on the paper, the door slammed opened, revealing your guardians/parents. The house was used to quiet and stillness. After all, the og!homeowner isolated themselves due to the datevatiors and wereât a very sociable person in general.
So suddenly having guests over, startled the objects to a high degree.
Shelley was practically hooting and hollering. Her shelves began to warp and become loose due to natural wearing. Youâd asked your guardian to teach/help you fix them. Shelly wants to give you a bear hug!
Mac felt like they could breathe lighter. You figured out how outdated their system was, immediately updating them. You also deleted the 50k fanfiction of the og!owner. (They laughed when your curiosity got the best of you and you began to read it. You didnât make it past three paragraphs.)
Koa indeed took comfort within the silence. But wonât deny that being used by many people felt⊠nice. You even complimented how soft his cushions were, patting the arm of the couch (aka his arm). He couldnât help but feel bashful.
The sudden visits didnât stop there though. Later in the week, you invited any nearby friends for a welcoming party and they all showed up!
Beverly thrived as she finally had a purpose other than serving a single (unappreciative) person. You also whipped out the most vicious, creative cocktails! Sheâs taking notes.
Daisuke was concerned about the amount of delicate plates/cups being used. However, he watches as you lightly scold everyone to not âfuck upâ and drop the plates. He finally lets himself relax, a chuckle slipping out seeing your rather stern expression.
Mitchell taps his pen against his notebook, looking at all of the food being displayed on top of Abel. While inviting your friends, he overheard you ask for each person to bring something for a huge potluck. The different aromas and textures of the food complimented each other nicely. He nods: rating the potluck an 9/10 (Deducted points for one person lugging in store-brought food. Unbelievable!).
Dateables who typically arenât involved in social gathers even caught sneak peeks of your real personality. You noticed one of your friends didnât look very well, so you asked them to head upstairs if they needed a break. Sooner or later, you snuck away from the main group, only to find your friend hiding away in the dark storage closet.
They opened up about relationship issues: feeling like theyâre pulling away from each other. You continued to listen and comfort them, despite sitting in such a cramped space.
âWell⊠maybe actually sitting them down to have a proper conversation could help?â You suggested, patting their back with a soft smile. âI know itâs scary to talk about these things. But something has to change, otherwise⊠things will continue to fall apart. At that point, itâs too late. And youâll wish you did something earlier.â
At the end of the conversation, you hugged your friend tight, never judging nor criticizing them once.
Eddie is hurting. Badly. The faulty wire is continuing to knock power in and out of the house. Yet, heâs lucid enough to hear your advice. It wasnât directly to him, but he understood the seriousness of your tone. He wonders: if you learned about him and whatâs actually happening to the power, would you say the same thing?
Volt is struggling. Badly. He took over the main base of the electricity to give his lover a break. He knew it wouldnât be easy, but damn it hurts. Your conversation drifts in his ear and out the other. The man laughs bitterly. Change, huh? If you managed to find the dateviators, he hopes youâll keep the same comforting energy after you face him.
Dorian nods his head. He understands perfectly where youâre coming from. Whether the change is welcomed or not, sometimes itâs very necessary. Maybe this new owner isnât that bad⊠but heâll continue to observe youâ not wanting a repeating incident from the og!homeowner.
A week after the party ended, one of your friends asked a favor: to baby sit their kid. For or a day or two give-or-take. You absolutely had no issue this (and the dateables are wondering how truly nice humans can be). Now, thereâs a small boyâ no less than six-years oldâ squealing around the house. Furthermore, once it was bath time, it felt like a second house party all over again.
Bathsheba hummed in contempt, watching the child eagerly splash within the tub. She sees you and the boy blow bubbles into the air and onto each other. It was messy. Maybe quite icky. But the bright grins on the top of your faces was endearing. Fine. Sheâll allow this for now.
River made sure the water was at the perfect temperature. Never too hot, never too cold. She decided to ignore the splashes of water against the floor. Itâs been⊠some time since the sheâs seen such lively within her domain.
Amir wished he was a camera. If so, heâll be able to commemorate this moment forever. How adorable! Your t-shirt is soaked and arms are covered in soapy residue. Despite the soiled appearance, he admits you still look enchanting as ever. The kid youâre babysitting is quite the charmer too!
Many things have changed since you moved in, butâ oddly enoughâ the objects didnât mind. Your habits, hobbies, and social life is significantly different than the og!homeowner. Yet, youâve shown so much kindness in the short time living here.
Perhaps, when the bitter feeling the og!owner left behind disappears, they hope youâre willing to build a proper friendshipâ and orâ a potential relationship with them.
