The objects are unsure of what to think of you, as— unlike the og!homeowner— they know nothing! Do you have siblings? How do you like your coffee made? So many questions and some are afraid you’ll turn out just like the og!homeowner.

When you officially move in however, they realize their concerns were for naut. The moment your name was signed on the paper, the door slammed opened, revealing your guardians/parents. The house was used to quiet and stillness. After all, the og!homeowner isolated themselves due to the datevatiors and were’t a very sociable person in general.

So suddenly having guests over, startled the objects to a high degree.

Shelley was practically hooting and hollering. Her shelves began to warp and become loose due to natural wearing. You’d asked your guardian to teach/help you fix them. Shelly wants to give you a bear hug!

Mac felt like they could breathe lighter. You figured out how outdated their system was, immediately updating them. You also deleted the 50k fanfiction of the og!owner. (They laughed when your curiosity got the best of you and you began to read it. You didn’t make it past three paragraphs.)

Koa indeed took comfort within the silence. But won’t deny that being used by many people felt… nice. You even complimented how soft his cushions were, patting the arm of the couch (aka his arm). He couldn’t help but feel bashful.

The sudden visits didn’t stop there though. Later in the week, you invited any nearby friends for a welcoming party and they all showed up!

Beverly thrived as she finally had a purpose other than serving a single (unappreciative) person. You also whipped out the most vicious, creative cocktails! She’s taking notes.

Daisuke was concerned about the amount of delicate plates/cups being used. However, he watches as you lightly scold everyone to not ‘fuck up’ and drop the plates. He finally lets himself relax, a chuckle slipping out seeing your rather stern expression.

Mitchell taps his pen against his notebook, looking at all of the food being displayed on top of Abel. While inviting your friends, he overheard you ask for each person to bring something for a huge potluck. The different aromas and textures of the food complimented each other nicely. He nods: rating the potluck an 9/10 (Deducted points for one person lugging in store-brought food. Unbelievable!).

Dateables who typically aren’t involved in social gathers even caught sneak peeks of your real personality. You noticed one of your friends didn’t look very well, so you asked them to head upstairs if they needed a break. Sooner or later, you snuck away from the main group, only to find your friend hiding away in the dark storage closet.

They opened up about relationship issues: feeling like they’re pulling away from each other. You continued to listen and comfort them, despite sitting in such a cramped space.

“Well… maybe actually sitting them down to have a proper conversation could help?” You suggested, patting their back with a soft smile. “I know it’s scary to talk about these things. But something has to change, otherwise… things will continue to fall apart. At that point, it’s too late. And you’ll wish you did something earlier.”

At the end of the conversation, you hugged your friend tight, never judging nor criticizing them once.

Eddie is hurting. Badly. The faulty wire is continuing to knock power in and out of the house. Yet, he’s lucid enough to hear your advice. It wasn’t directly to him, but he understood the seriousness of your tone. He wonders: if you learned about him and what’s actually happening to the power, would you say the same thing?

Volt is struggling. Badly. He took over the main base of the electricity to give his lover a break. He knew it wouldn’t be easy, but damn it hurts. Your conversation drifts in his ear and out the other. The man laughs bitterly. Change, huh? If you managed to find the dateviators, he hopes you’ll keep the same comforting energy after you face him.

Dorian nods his head. He understands perfectly where you’re coming from. Whether the change is welcomed or not, sometimes it’s very necessary. Maybe this new owner isn’t that bad… but he’ll continue to observe you— not wanting a repeating incident from the og!homeowner.

A week after the party ended, one of your friends asked a favor: to baby sit their kid. For or a day or two give-or-take. You absolutely had no issue this (and the dateables are wondering how truly nice humans can be). Now, there’s a small boy— no less than six-years old— squealing around the house. Furthermore, once it was bath time, it felt like a second house party all over again.

Bathsheba hummed in contempt, watching the child eagerly splash within the tub. She sees you and the boy blow bubbles into the air and onto each other. It was messy. Maybe quite icky. But the bright grins on the top of your faces was endearing. Fine. She’ll allow this for now.

River made sure the water was at the perfect temperature. Never too hot, never too cold. She decided to ignore the splashes of water against the floor. It’s been… some time since the she’s seen such lively within her domain.

Amir wished he was a camera. If so, he’ll be able to commemorate this moment forever. How adorable! Your t-shirt is soaked and arms are covered in soapy residue. Despite the soiled appearance, he admits you still look enchanting as ever. The kid you’re babysitting is quite the charmer too!

Many things have changed since you moved in, but— oddly enough— the objects didn’t mind. Your habits, hobbies, and social life is significantly different than the og!homeowner. Yet, you’ve shown so much kindness in the short time living here.

This was so much fun, you might be able to tell I got a bit carried away lol

Dateables comforting agoraphobic reader after they get locked out

Dorian is lowkey zoning out until he realizes you've been locked out. He practically breaks himself off his hinges pulling the door open for you

He immediately pulls you into his arms, sinking to the floor as he murmurs comforting words, internally biting himself for not noticing sooner

Mateo notices you immediately and at the sight of your tears, he rushes over to help, swaddling you in blankets before Dorian carries you over to the couch

Koa also notices once you're set down beside him, startling out of his nap at the sound of your sniffles. He lets you snuggle into his side, gently rubbing your back

While this is happening, Dorian is alerting the other dateables to what's happened and they're in full work mode

Friar Errol, Luke, and Stefan have actually put aside their differences for once and mostly work in silence to make your favorite food, their worry for you drowning out their arguments.

Bathsheba and Barry are working on setting up a bath, adding in bubbles and bath salts to the warm water, which Hector made sure is the exact temperature that you like and Tyrell picks the fluffiest towels for when you're done.

Washford and Drysdale go through probably the quickest cleaning cycle ever to get your favorite pajamas clean and dry before Dirk takes them to the bath in preparation for when you finish.

Teddy and Betty focus on setting up your bed, fluffing the pillows, and taking the blankets Mateo delivers between comforting you to turn your bed into a nest of soft items.

Hector has already shifted the entire temperature of the house to the exact degree you like it when you're upset. Suppose you're at the point where he's already shown himself to you. In that case, he'll take a more hands-on role with everybody else to help you feel better

Daisuke, Kopi, and Beverly are designing the perfect drink, just warm enough to soothe without burning you, not too overwhelming of a flavor but not too plain, and poured into your favorite mug with Daisuke has polished religiously.

Once everything is set up, it's executed flawlessly. They wait until you've stopped shaking for Dorian to carry you up to your bath. Bathsheba and Barry help there, and Tyrell dries you off once you're done. Dirk hands over your still-warm pajamas before Dorian carries you to bed. There, you're delivered your favorite food by Stefan, and Daisuke hands you your drink. They let you pick who you want to cuddle with or if you'd rather lie down alone, and then Teddy and Hector take turns telling quiet stories until you're asleep.

No one, not even Hector, can put into words just how much they all love you. If it were up to them, you'd never be put in a situation that upsets you. But if times like this happen where you are, you'll never have to face it alone because they'll all be by your side.

Bonus:

contains ;; mentions of lack of self care, mentions of general mental health issues / possible signs of depression

You’ve struggled with mental health for a while now, but haven’t gone through with actually finding out what. You stay in your house and only really talk to Sam, but what does it matter? It’s not like it bothers anyone else but you.

But Betty, while she loves all the time you spend together (“together”, considering you can’t see or speak to her.), is a bit concerned and feels bad that you stay with her all day.

You haven’t adjusted Mateo in a while even, not until he fell off the bed. Only then did you get out of bed and pull him back up, even straightening it all up. While it’s more, she’s still worried.

Other than Betty and the bathroom in general, you probably see Freddy most.

Simple meals or snacks you ordered from either Food Fetch or the grocery store delivery is all stored in him. While he likes to see you, cool kid, he can’t help but frown when you grab something simple and barely nutritious again. If only he could coax you into even using Stefan again!

Amir won’t ever not admire you when he finally gets to reflect you, but even he can’t help noticing a few things. The way your eye bags have gotten deeper, and the way you barely look into him even when you are taking care of yourself.

Oh how he wished he could compliment you over and over, perhaps even talk you into going outside for a while.

Barry had been left untouched for a looong while now. Of course he loved you how you are, even without any foundation or eyeshadow, but maybe if you gave him a chance it’d give a nice confidence boost!

Maybe the courage to go outside, show your fabulous self to everyone around you! Or, at the very least, freshen up a little? He’d like to know at least you have the energy for that.

Telly’s never not happy when someone sits in front of him instead of damned Valdiviflix, it shows he’s still relevant no matter how many shows get bought out!

But you barely seem to even notice when a season stops, seeming almost dazed out! Could you just… change him to a channel you like? He’s got over 5000, and he’s sure to find one to keep you engaged at the least if you both try!

How could Beverly ever not notice the fact no one comes over? It’s the whole reason the Tipsy Tumbler has shut down so many times!

While yeah, that was her annoyance at first, she’s more just worried now. She doesn’t even just polish up when she hears you have guests anymore! She polishes up whenever you come into the kitchen at night, hoping for once you’d at least wanna take the edge off. She’ll help however she can, she swears!

Winnifred’s always been a bit of an eavesdropper around this place. How could she not? What else would a water heater have to do anyway?

But, throughout the many owners of this house and whoever moves in, you’re by far the quietest. No big conversations or laughter, hell not even louder calls. You’re probably the owner she gets the least work out of too.

Dunk would never shame you of course. But he was more than a bit concerned!

You hadn’t visited in ages, not even to clean up. Raquets? Untouched. Basketballs and footballs? Still packed on the highest shelf of the closet. Even the yoga mat was barely moved. He was just waiting for your “inner athlete” to kick in, but now he worried… well, if it ever would.

After a while, your friend Sam had helped you get a job with your degree in Customer Service. Thus you got a job at Valdivian, and one you wouldn’t even need to leave home to do.

While a bit nervous, you were sure it’d go fine! It’d be normal. Normal person normal. Then you got fired and… apparently hacked? And what was this drone doing here?

Reader w/ a Sibling!

Featuring: Beverly, Celia and Florence, Dasha, Dunk, Skylar, Tyrell.

Fic type: headcanons, fluff, older sibling raises younger sibling

FUUUCK I'm a sucker for this trope!! No specific gender for reader and sibling. Sibling cannot see the objects, this is mostly just how they feel about them in gen

Pretty short of each character. Simple and sweet.

You might think that Beverly wouldn't like kids due to her running a bar, but that is far from the truth! She absolutely adores kids, and your younger sibling is not an outlier to this statement.

oooo i do love them kitchen dateables

This is a really interesting request! I don't think I've gotten one like this before, this'll be fun

The Loneliest Kitchen in the World

(You left them for a week)

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Something had come up in your family. Nobody had died, thankfully, but your family had messaged you, insisting that they were worried about you living alone for so long, and having an online job away from people. You were encouraged to come and see them, just for a week, to reconnect with people again.

So, you'd packed your things and were just about ready to leave, when practically the entire kitchen ushered you over, and had bombarded you with questions. Mitchell had suggested that you bring some food along the way, in case any at your parents wasn't to your liking. Daisuke asked if your parents wanted their old china sets and plates back. But you’d denied each of them with a laugh or two, firmly insisting that you’d be fine,before leaving without another word.

Characters: Eddie, Hector, Tina, Volt, Beverly

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Eddie is actually extremely careful. If you asked anyone to describe him, ‘gentle’ would probably be the last word to come up. And, certainly, there is a roughness about him no matter what he does. His stubble is scratchy against your chin, his hands are rough and calloused when they cradle your face, his brows furrowed deeply the moment you come close to him. But those rough hands touch you feather-light, those slightly-chapped lips are almost hesitant against yours, as if he’s not even sure he’s allowed to be doing such a thing. He’s never kissed anyone besides Volt, but this… with you? It’s so different to him. After all, you’re the only person that didn’t literally come from him that he’s ever let in. He tastes of copper, his tongue carrying a certain metallic tang he’s quite self-concious about. He’ll get just a tad firmer when you reciprocate, but you’ll have to verbally command him if you want those teeth to do anything more than lightly graze your skin.

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Hector is practically ready to explode when you move closer to him. For all his talk, for all the times he’s thought of this, dreamed of this, imagined every possible way you could come together over and over until those fantasies became tangible on his tongue, he had no idea what to do when it came time for the real thing. He’s shaky, hesitant. ‘Can I put my hand here?’ ‘Is it okay if I come closer?’ ‘Am I doing good? Am I pleasing you?’ He needs a lot of reassurance. And once your lips finally meet his, for a moment, he’s completely frozen, his entire brain restarting. He’s sloppy at first, too slow, hand trembling on top of yours. He’ll get into the swing of it quite quickly, though. He’s a fast learner, and he finds you to be the best teacher he could possible have. Once the nervousness fades away, he’s nothing but bursting with excitement, holding you tightly and giggling between each kiss. Your second one will be much, much better. He’ll make sure of it!

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Tina is… well, she’s Tina. If you expected gentle, I’m not sure what to tell you. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was during a heated argument that it happen. You would hiss out an insult, and she would pause, an offended, scandalized, red expression on her face. She’ll grab the collar of your shirt and slap you across the face before dragging you into what might be the most confusing, but intense kiss of your life. The lipgloss she wears tastes oddly sweet, and it’s a welcome distraction from the ferocious, biting, scratching beast of her lips. She’s clawing at your clothing, walking backward until her knees hit the desk. If you don’t push her against it she’ll hop up on it and chastise you for being soft, shoving your face into her neck and yelling at you to bite her. No kiss with Tina ends without a very long night right after, so buckle up.

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Volt is somewhat of an expert in the field. He’s quite like a lightning strike in the way he touches you, every kiss with him is a quick, instant flash of white-hot sensation through your body, simmering on your skin and thrumming in your veins. And on your first ever kiss, that’s only exaggerated tenfold. His fingers leave little static shocks in their wake as they trail up your spine to settle his hand in the small of your back, and trust, he is precise and calculated with every single move he makes. He’s the type to smile against your lips and intertwine your fingers, pulling back just as smoothly as he went in. It always leaves you wondering if the buzz in your mind is from the electricity, or from him.

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Beverly is short, quick, and positively fiery. It happens in a moment of high energy, perhaps right after her first good business day. She’ll laugh, pulling you in right behind the bar. She’s the type to need to have as much skin as possible touching yours, and you’ll feel her squeal into the kiss when you hug her back. The only way to describe her taste is phenomenal, she’s certainly a cocktail of different flavours and textures the moment she hits your tongue. She burns in the back of your throat, and leaves a certain tingling sensation in her wake as she bounds over to continue mixing her drinks. She’s a busy woman now, you’ll have to catch her after hours if you want more.

Friar Errol x Reader (Romantic), Luke Nukem x Reader (Romantic), Beverly x Reader (Romantic)

Where to play: Steam ($29.99 + Lavish DLC $7.99 = $34.99), Nintendo ($34.99 comes with the Lavish DLC), Playstation 5 ($29.99/ Lavish Edition $34.99)

Warnings:They all have attachment issues/ Drinking in Beverly’s part/ Friar Errol is heavily religious (too ‘Him’, a unknown entity, a god maybe?)/ Luke Nukem is violent (not towards reader)/Luke Nukem has a gun

Pronouns:He/Him (Friar Errol, Luke Nukem), She/Her (Beverly), You/Your (MC/Reader)

Fluff/Crack/Angst/Headcanons

Explanation:MC (you) goes on a vacation, and your lovers have to cope with your absence

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I feel like this kind of flirting would either greatly displease Sophia OR really amuse her, especially when she sees how pliant and well… Messy you get when she teases you, or mocks you in her sultry manner. Either way, you should expect some form of punishment for daring to speak to her in such a disrespectful way. Obviously, you’re a desperate wretch who’s yet to be taught any sort of self-control when presented with someone so obviously better than you- And don’t think she’s missed the few times you’ve brought someone into the attic for roleplay (which she thoroughly enjoyed watching).

Or Tina being absolutely smitten with watching your little threesomes from the closet, no matter what the combination is made of. She’s shameless when flirting back, mocking you for getting so flustered yet being shameless- She respects it! She obviously wants you to apart of her triangle, you’ve got experience- So now it’s up to you to find someone else as well, and there’s so many combinations!

Beverly is a classic- A cute bartender getting flirted with by her faithful customer!! She melts a little with every compliment and innuendo, and the once or twice she decides to flirt back? She revels in the way you freeze and mumble with an adorable flush.

Either Ben wha or Mac are possibly your best or worst nightmares! Ben wha is a sexual being, letting themselves be driven by complete instinct and basking in the few moments of flirty praise you manage to subject them too before ruining it for you by complimenting you on how well of a show you put on, how pretty you moan- No other verbal warning or foreplay, just pure filth.