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…I’m not even gonna say anything y’all can do the math

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awouhhhh ik that corset is TIGHT. You better work bitch

I genuinely don't know what came over me

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Limited Time Darling

a date everything AU, where you, yes, you died.

Some say that to love is to let go. That is true, to you at least. You choose to let go of your companions, or some, lovers. those objects turned human you lovingly called dateables that you’ve come to keep close to your heart. their various charm and personality, some even have dreams akin to a real human. That's why you have to let them go, you love them, you realize them and you let go. but after they’ve gone, how cruel for you to only leave them a letter and an empty house in their name. Or, they left, forgot about you and you died

Chapter 1 ⋆˚꩜ : The Time Limit

cross posted on ao3

Love is cruel, but it is also a burning fire that keeps your heart afloat. you let them go, is it because it's the right thing to do or is it your selfish excuse to not let them see you at your worst state?

it started fairly normal, you moved to your house provided to you by valdivian corp, a comfortable two story 1 bedroom house, perfect for you and your needs. it started as a cough, long after it was bloodied, you ended up wasting (too many for you to admit) tissue boxes you kept stocked. Then it's the sudden loss of consiousness, you initially thought it was just a stupid hangover (though it's more often than you let on) then it's the doctor visit that changed your life forever.

The disease has clung to you like a parasite, sucking you out of your life. You don’t even remember when or how you contracted that disease, doctors only shake their heads and give you a pitiful look as they read out your diagnosis. Your relative holds your hand tightly, almost comforting, but you know deep down that you are alone in this battle against the joke that is your mortality.

and after your job is, as your manager puts it, limbo-fied , You got a sudden notification from a user named tinfoil-hat. who sent you a mysterious package containing what seems to be a pair of sunglasses, Skylar pops out and drops the bomb that you can…date your furniture??

“not only your furniture! But also everything!,” you remembered her say, you remember her giggle as she enthusiastically explains the whole ordeal, that your house is full of conscious objects you didn’t even know.

admittedly it all happened so quickly, and the next few months are the best thing to have happened to your life, you meet the dateables, some end with love and some your ride-or-die companions.

but oh you, dear you never stopped to think why you out of all people is chosen for this testing hm?

Tinfoil-hat is a real good liar isn’t he? coating his sweet lie in a little bit of truth. While it is true that he chose you due to how low you are on the payroll, it is also because he had known of your disease for a long time ago.

someone who has no loyalty to valdivian? perfect, someone who will meet their end sooner or later? That makes it easier.

After what it felt like months bonding and forming relationships with the dateables you found out about “realization” or in other words the ability to grant life to the dateables, for them to fulfill their wishes and dreams, for them to walk their own life without restrain, for them to be human.

it's a little bittersweet really, you want them to be their own person, but how pitiful it is if you are left all by yourself alone, once again.

then you remembered your limited time, how months of happiness you felt is only a small mercy, a gift, for you to have the privilege to forget all about your own mortality. Then again, you also don’t want them to see you at your most pitiful state right?

–

first it was the bedroom gang, which makes sense, at least now you have the privacy of your bedroom without your partner or friends being worried about your frail appearance. so you let them go.

then, it was the foundation of your house itself, like dorian, wallace, florence and celia, curt and rod, windowlyn and lux, they don’t need to see the letter you had prepared.

then it was the bathroom gang, each had their own dreams and aspirations, they didn't need to see the blood you coughed out in the sink.

then it was the kitchen, then the living room, the attic, the grand piano,your breaker box, your globe, your magnifying glass, the gym gang, your existential dread, the literal personification of literature, your geode, the time capsule, the rat trap, the water heater, your nightmares, your phone, even zoey, the ghost in your attic.

and the last to stand was the office and Skylar.

— you sighed, putting on your dateaviators and is mentally prepared to help them kick start their lives as humans.

you knocked first, for formality, mostly, and then you walked in. you can feel the door metallic handle being slightly colder than it used to, considering Dorian is no longer here.

and immediately the office gang swarmed you, greeting you like an old friend or lover.

“Hey human!” Shelley excitedly comes to your side.

“my fellow trash artisan!” Jerry greets you.

“the code of my happiness!” Mac smiled.

“care for another round of gng?” Chance winked at you.

“Need some more romantic advice?” Dasha teased.

and that’s just a speck of all the people in your office and their affections for you, whether it’s platonic or romantic. After you converse with most of them you gently sit them down and prepare to make an announcement.

“everyone! I am ready to realize you all!.”

Some of them looked wide eyed and the room exploded with chatter, about their plans to face the world, their dreams and aspirations. you smiled softly, it was perfect, this is the perfect finale of their story in this house.

Skylar popped up beside you, smiling also equally wide as yours, after all, you have come close to the ending.

“Skylar, if you would allow,” You stepped to the side letting her take center stage

“Alright! lets do this everyone!”

–

A few days later, the last of the office gang has departed, now your house consists of you, Skylar and Mac who are preparing for departure.

Mac is accepted in a very high paying tech job (not affiliated with valdivia thankfully) and you allowed them to move out to focus more on their career. A few employees of the company they worked at even offered to help them move to the company dormitory.

The sky had reached its golden state by the time Mac finished packing, it was beautiful, a fitting setting for a bittersweet final act if you would say.

“Okay, okay- I’m ready!,” even with the confidence in Mac’s voice it doesn’t hide their nervousness, you kneel beside them and hold their hand, squeezing it lightly to comfort them.

Mac looks at you, their eyes soft, and sighed.

“it’s gonna be alright,” you say, “sure it’s scary and the real world is not as forgiving as the comfort of home but please remember that I will always be here,” that's a lie, Mac doesn’t need to know that

“in my heart?” Mac teased, giggling a bit.

“No, here, silly, this house,” you also laughed, that laugh dissipated to a comfortable silence, “you know, if you need something you can always return here or well just ping us in the group chat,” you point to your phone.

“haha, yeah…” then you both slid into another silence.

“...are you gonna be okay?” Mac asked suddenly, your eyes widened slightly.

“Of course I am, what makes you think otherwise?,” your heart dropped, does Mac know? you make sure you never use your computer for health problems after you awaken them, how..? is it her?.

“you know..you look..frail and sick,” this time, Mac hands squeezed yours, you stare their green eyes, contemplating on telling them the truth.

Hesitation will not guide them anywhere, much less to their bright future. Let them follow the path you have carved for them, let them follow the countless bright stars in the sky, follow anyone, anything, but you

“I’m gonna be fine,” you conjured up a smile “even if i’m not you can always count on Farya and Hank 3 to come and save this damsel in distress no?” you giggled slightly.

Mac looks at you with an expression you couldn’t quite comprehend.

“Mac!” Both of your attention is diverted by their coworker calling them. “We finished loading, let's go!,”

“Oh- okay Alright wait for a bit!,” Mac responded, he turned back to you.

“I’ll miss you,” Mac smiled, their gaze soft, longing, it hasn’t been long since your relationship started with them after all.

“I’ll miss you too,” your hand caressed their cheek, then you move your hands to hug him, “Please don’t hesitate for even a second,”.

Mac doesn’t know what that meant, it's better off that way.

you released them from your hug, and then you helped them to move to the car. their coworkers then helped them to sit in the car.

the engine of the car started, blaring loudly.

“Saying goodbye?” one of Mac’s coworker asked, Mac nodded and turns to you.

Mac give you a small smile, “Bye, see you sometime,” they gave you a peck.

“See you sometime too, Mac,” you returned their kiss.

The tinted window closed after you bid them a final farewell, as you watched the car appear smaller and smaller in the distance, your heart felt a little pang of sadness, the golden sky above your head truly does fit this bittersweet end.

Then, you heard footsteps too similar for you to forget, you turned your body to face the entrance of your house, Skylar was finishing her packing too.

“Going right now, Skylar?” your red sweater sways by the wind, you moved towards her.

“Yep!,” she sounds excited, dragging her baggage by her feet.

you stopped a few steps away from her, creating a distance. “Need help?,” You asked.

“No! it's fine, i was familiarizing myself with this being..human thing,” she answered bubbly.

“Alright then,” you moved to the side allowing her to walk towards the gates, but she stopped right in front of you.

“so…this is it huh?,” She puts her hands to her backside.

“Anticlimactic isn’t it?,” you chuckled, “But neither you nor I are one to say goodbye,”.

She hugged you suddenly, startling you.

“Let me- Let me feel your warmth for the final time,” she said sheepishly, you returned her hug and it lasted for a good few minutes.

“your warmth is the same as any human, Skylar,” you whispered to her hair, she only hugged you tighter.

you wanted to stop time and let the imaginary credits roll for this goodbye. it’s all over, you weren’t sure of what to think of it, but strangely you only felt younger at the oldest you’ve ever been and ever will be. —

It has been a good few months since the turned-human departed from your house. You had always lived alone, well, before Skylar’s arrival you thought you were alone. Now the house only felt emptier, the fake visage of warmth that you conjured up long ago is ever more fragile now.

the first few weeks your house is always crowded by the dateables who’s visiting you, the group chat you and Phoenicia created (and you lovingly named “House on Hold”) is bursting with massages, some updating what they were doing with their newfound life, Gaia travel around the world, Eddie and Volt’s new business, Mateo’s special enforcement to save animals, and many more. You’re even generous enough to make a channel where Barry can ramble on and on about make ups without crowding the main group chat.

When January rolls around they even go through the trouble of celebrating new year together with you, in which that is the best night of your life. The doctor said that your symptoms slowed down, which gives you hope and allows yourself to indulge in their presence.

they don’t need to know the concerned call of your neighbor who found you passed out from your condition the next night

Then a few months later the visiting hours reduced, after all, they’re human now they have their own responsibilities, they still check up on you via the group chat.

and then it was reduced to Goodnight and good morning massages.

then.., nothing.

You thank whatever it is in the universe that allows you to erase yourself from their narrative peacefully, no fight, no resistance, just a still silence that will accompany your undoing.

as you packed your things to leave the house and move to your relative’s abode, you spotted the red sweater that you neatly folded on the bed that once was betty, it was the ‘Amazing Red Shirt’ that you always wore when you first meet the dateables, truthfully you didn’t even know what's the appeal of that sweater in their eyes, yes it was nice, and it is comfy but you never figured out why they liked it so much. you were thinking of taking the said sweater with you when you move, but because they liked it so much why don’t you just leave it? maybe a small gift accompanying the letter you had prepared.

you walked to the sweater, touching it, feeling its softness and the fine craftsmanship that goes into making it, you had always liked it, it has always accompanied you since your college days. You looked to the table near your bed, a lone letter that you wrote on your sleepless nights.

you took the letter, feeling the weight of it, the erosion of time had taken its toll on the letter, yellowing out its edges, you inspected it, the letter is held together by the bond of a dark brown thread and a red stamp to completely seal it.

Considering it contains not only your words for them it also contained the deed to your house, it was surprisingly light, you looked around to where you would put it.

you opened the neat fold of your sweater and put the letter in the middle of it, then promptly closed it.

—

6 months later

Skylar sighed as she typed the last of her essay that was due in the middle of the night. Her mind drifted to her memories, to you.

“Being human is hard, but somehow in the end, despite it all, it’s all what you will ever want to be” You said, it was you and her on the porch of your house, sitting shoulder to shoulder, cracking jokes and lighting up conversations.

Skylar could imagine you smiling a shit eating ‘I told you’ grin but she can’t help smiling at her imagination. she has missed you, she always does, everytime she tries to check, her stupid work blows up or something. You know, when she thinks about it, Skylar hasn’t seen or heard about you from any of her fellow dateables,

Her heart beats faster, worry creeping on her back like thorny vines. She quickly opened her phone, and scrolled to look through yours and hers massages, her last massage to you was 4 months ago, with no reply.

Now, she is thrown into full blown panic, she opens the House on Hold groupchat, her phone almost slips from her hands from how sweaty it is, she tries to control her breathing and she types quickly.

House on Hold Skylar @/everyone Has anyone heard from our human in these past days??

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Random thought but I’d like to imagine that Dunk would randomly play basketball (by himself) in his room right before you enter so that he can catch the ball before it hits you and then he winks at you saying something like “you ladies alright?”

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He runs the house group chat like the fucking navy and has separate group chat channels with one person missing in each so he can talk shit about them. He loves rupauls drag race UNTUCKED and rewatches the “Everyone vs ____” videos everyday like it’s nothing (iykyk)

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hi! i really love ur swirly dividers & would love to use them for my fics, can u make beige/brown swirly dividers next? they would match my blog well, thank you so much ><

hi, thank you!! here's the beige/brown version, hope these help!

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Sneak peak of something I’m writing, just wanted to ask if I should give the kid a name or if they should just be (C/N) *childs name

Edit: I’m seeing a lot of likes on this and ik some of y’all are saving this for later but pls be patient I post like every full moon..

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Their fav body part? ༄.°⋆

Date everything x Reader (Cam, Mac, Chance)

(A/N): If I misgendered Mac anywhere in this post please LMK!!This is my first time writing for a non binary character so I might’ve slipped. If you’d like to leave me some requests for date everything feel free to do so in my inbox <3

Warnings: NSFW in some parts, Mainly written for afab readers, Author doesn’t know how to write nsfw for shii

MINOR AUTHOR, DNI IF UNCOMFORTABLE

Divider Creds ~ @anitalenia

Cam

What cam loves most is your stomach. Whenever you two are cuddling he’d lay his head on your stomach, sometimes taking full on naps on it, he claims it’s better than using pillows. (He drools on your stomach every now and then but who cares? It’s cute!!) He’d leave small pecks along your stomach, sometimes leaving large purple hickeys.

If you wear any cropped tops around him he gets so thirsty! Especially when the hickeys he left are still there, it’s all he can look at, he stares at it like a day old bean burrito with the sauce packet.

NSFW WARNING! *Skip to next character to avoid sauce

Loves to see his dick form a bulge on your stomach area, he’d get carried away and just end up making small thrusts so that he can still see it, sometimes even pushing his palm down onto it to hear your whimpers. He enjoys cockwarming too, he never admits it but the warmth of your insides around him makes him feel so safe.

Cams pull out game is only as good as it is because he lives to see his cum all over your stomach, he gazes at it before leaning down and licking your stomach clean. Don’t get mad at him if you see some bite marks left from him the next day <//3

Mac

Mac absolutely adores your hands. Can you blame them? You touch them everyday! And they don’t mind at all, they love the feeling of your fingers stroking their scrolling wheel, or when you caress your hands across their screen to get the dust off of them.

Hand holding is such a special way of showing love to them, to everyone else it may just be a small way of gesturing affection but to Mac it’s everything. Their favorite way to hold hands is having both of your fingers being intertwined with each other, it feels the most ,,interfacing” to them.

Mac tends to softly pat their palms together whenever they get nervous/stressed out, it mildly helps them but most of the time they just spiral into their own thoughts while doing so. If you notice this you put your hand between theirs as they do it, Mac continues but it distracts them from whatever previous thoughts they had.

NSFW WARNING!

Pleaseee tease them!! They love the feeling of your tender fingers rubbing circles around their clit as they arch their back into your chest.

Rubbing them anywhere really is a huge turn on for them. Their favorite places for you to rub (other than their vagina ofc) is their tummy and neck. Your make-out sessions always involve neck rubs of some form, they’ll make muffled moans in response while slightly bucking their hips towards your thigh.

Chance

*This one is pretty nsfw as a whole, oh well!

HOLY CRIT ❌ HOLY TITS ☑️

He’s FERAL for your chest, and terribly embarrassed of it!! He can never lay his eyes off of them, even during an intense game of GnG. If you’re wearing a tank top then his eyes will be practically glued onto your chest, leading for you to notice. In response you slide him a note acknowledging his little peaks at you.

,,I see you staring at my chest •ᴗ• Yours isn’t bad either ‪‪❤︎”

Great, now his face is burning red. He nips at the corner of his lip, barely focusing on the game now that he knows that you’re aware that he’s a little pervert.

Once you two began dating he’s very expressive of his appreciation towards your chest now. He often uses them as stress balls whenever he’s thinking of new ideas for his GnG campaign.

Titfucking>>>>

He loves it when you tit fuck him!! (or is it him titfucking you? idk) It turns him into a flushed mess. His glasses get so fogged up from his heated face, he isn’t sure what to do with his hands so he just fists the bed sheets.

He never sleeps well unless his head is on your chest, your body heat just comforts him so well. Sometimes he kinda suffocates himself from how much he nuzzled himself into you the night before, but to him that’d be the best way to die.

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Canon btw

(Guys look at what he’s drinking ugh)

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✴︎ CHAIN DIVIDERS

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For different colors just send me an ask please!

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Tangled ♪

Jerry (Date Everything) x Wired Earphones!Reader

A/N: There needs to be more Date Everything fanfiction! I’m excited to start writing some Date Everything stuff because the characters are soo cool. So sorry this took so long to release, I’m moving rn so I’ve been pretty busy jdhwjaid my joints hurt

Warnings: Abandonment, Hoarding, Signs of depression, Longer than my normal stuff

MINOR AUTHOR, DNI IF UNCOMFORTABLE

Divider creds: @uzmacchiato

It didn’t make sense to you. You your job flawlessly, playing songs and audios through your wires, delivering the best quality of sound you could, not letting a splash of water get to you so quickly—but even after all of that, your now previous owner was throwing you into a drawer to make room for their wireless earbuds.

It didn’t take long for Jerry to notice you. Sure, he couldn’t keep track of much of his collection, but he could easily sense when something new is added. He was simply overjoyed to see you! To him you were still a hot new thing because he wasn’t aware of the newer technology that was made.

“Oh, wow! Earphones? Did (O/N) drop you off here by mistake? You’re the pinnacle of technology! How could you possibly end up here?”

He closely inspected you while asking you hundreds of questions, twiddling with your wires and pushing your volume buttons constantly. It wasn’t the warmest welcome but you still managed to keep it together even after finding out you were being replaced.

Your wider knowledge of the outside world collided with how isolated and straight up weird Jerry was. The light bulb on his head is what threw you off the most considering the amount of fashion podcasts you’ve played.

“Theres a light bulb on your head.”

“Ah-Ah! Not just any light bulb, but an LED bulb. There just might be a day where these will be recalled all throughout the world, and it could soon be the very last one to ever exist, here on my head! Or maybe it’ll eventually create a new color that no one’s ever seen, unique to the light bulbs structure and technology!!”

“..babe, this is a solar energy light bulb. The only color it’s create is soft white”

Yeah, he didn’t take much of a liking to your ‘needling’. But he gladly accepted you as being apart of his collection. Even if you thought of yourself as a piece of uses less junk compared to the newer wireless earbuds, he still saw something more in you even if you couldn’t.

He never shared how much he more saw in you because he knew it’d get completely dismissed by your needling, so he kept it to himself.

Even through all his admiration, you still thought of yourself as a piece of junk along with the other stuff in the drawer. Jerry hadn’t interacted with you much after a while, leading to you slowly not speaking another word. He thought you were doing okay until he asked if you would tag along with him to play GnG with Chance but you looked, well, not okay.

Your wires were all tangled, your USB cord was a tug away from fully breaking off of you, and your ear tip was dusty, making your voice muffled. You were curled on the floor, staring at the tally marks on the wall that you made to keep track of however long you were in here. Jerry was never really handsy but when he saw you like this he just wanted to hold you.

“No, I don’t want to play GnG. Please just let me stay in here”

“But you’ve been here for so long! I-I know my collection may be all the more spectacular and everything but you haven’t come out since (O/N) put you here!!”

“For good reason.. I’m just as valuable as the rest of this shit”

Jerry knew you wanted him to leave, (like really wanted him to leave) but he didn’t accept it, instead he sat beside you, moving your wired hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear, he full on expected you to slap his hand away but you seemed to enjoy it.

“Look, I’m not really good with words or talking in general—b-but you’re just about the best object in this drawer! You can’t just give up on yourself now, I’ve met some cassette tapes and cough drops older than you who are doing just fine!—which is kinda weird because at this point those cough drops should be expired right now—but you get what I mean..”

Oof, he was right, he wasn’t good with words. Even with his little speech being quite awkward, the fact that he went to this length just to hang out with you was enough for you to consider leave the drawer after all those months.

“..plus, I think you’re really.. goregous and I—I think that playing GnG with you will…. Be a fun date we could do together?”

Jerry’s voice continued to grow higher, as he became more shy about the clearly scripted sentence being told to you, yet still, it felt very genuine. Looking at this state of an embarrassed red faced Jerry, the feeling quickly became mutual. You thought it wasn’t possible for someone like you, but you were perfect in his eyes, the most prized possession in his collection.

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I'M SO IN LOVE WITH THIS GUY I CAN'T--,, HERE'S MORE FANART OF HIM

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If he keeps fucking moving like that, I’m gonna impregnate him.

"It is not nice, it is the best...because Lil' Crapper is the best."

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I’m actually so ashamed of myself, out of everyone in this fuckass game my favorite dateable is the French SoundCloud Rapper who’s a Toilet

Edit: the only downside is the ungodly amount of poopoo play fics/art is gonna come out of him

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What happened to all of your tf2 stories? All of the links except for i think 2 are gone :(

All of my tf2 stories are up but sadly my masterlist links aren’t working, I’m really not sure why but I’d suggest looking through the tf2 x Reader tag for my page because I don’t know how to fix them <//3