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Me, looking at Date Everything and Raft, my hands shaking violently: "Don't make another flood au don't make another flood au don't make another flood au don't make another flood au DO NOT-"

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Lonely Heart

Summary: After the Dateables have been realized, the reader finds themselves alone with their festering thoughts.

trigger warning: the reader has mental health issues and is questioning their self-worth.

Chapter One

You sit reclined in your desk chair, relaxing after another long day. Your computer had fallen asleep some time ago, its screensaver playing: an aquarium with colorful cartoon fish that Mac had teased you about. Beside it sits a cattywampus stack of envelopes and postcards that threatened to spill onto the floor. The setting sun spills into the office from the window behind you, warming the room in shades of pink and gold. The colors remind you of the sunglasses that changed your life all those months ago, now proudly displayed in a shadow box on the office wall.

It’s been seven months since the mysterious hacker, tinfoilhat, or Franklin, as you’ve come to know him, sent you the Dateviators. Seven months since you met Skylar and the Dateables, and had your life flipped upside down.

If you were being honest, it was more than a little overwhelming at first. For one thing, how do you come to terms with such a huge change? To go from living alone to sharing a house with more than a hundred people? A hundred strangers that seemingly know everything about you because, again, everything your house is alive to some capacity? You literally couldn’t go anywhere without someone watching you! Talk about creepy, not to mention there was zero privacy.

It was all just a little unsettling, worrying about your every move, and being self-conscious about very normal human things. It was bound to give you an existential crisis if you focused on it for longer than a minute or two.

And Skylar had declared that she wanted you to date them too! Well, Directly Acknowledge a Thing’s Existence, but still: pretty tall order for someone who hadn’t gone on a date in god knows how long. And granted, nearly everyone had been so welcoming, friendly, and nice, or even downright flirty, but still: it was hard not to feel a little nervous around all these gorgeous people suddenly living in your home. You couldn’t even go to the bathroom without running into someone!

However, you’d pushed through, coming to the decision to greet each and every one of them warmly, with open arms and a willingness to help, no matter how weird the request. And, boy, had there been some weird requests.

Nevertheless, you’d always found it rewarding to help others. So, when you started to meet everyone, it was second nature to offer to help in any way you could. After all, these people- objects- what-have-you, were a part of your life, your home, and had been helping you way before the Dateviators came crashing into your life, literally. It’s only fair to pay them back, right?

Once you’d gotten into the swing of things, it was actually kind of exciting, even if some of the Dateables were less than pleasant to be around. It seemed like everyone needed help in one way or another. It became a fun challenge! And best of all, you got closer with the others, forming bonds both platonic and romantic. You relished in the smiles on their faces, soaking up any and all praise like a sponge. Every word filled your chest with a warm sort of glow, a candle that burned brighter with every job well done, every new relationship status earned. It was almost an addictive feeling, one that you found yourself constantly chasing.

It was nice to feel needed…

That thought had snaps you back to the present with a shudder. You grip the chair’s armrests until your knuckles pale and your fingers ache. Eyes screwed shut, you take several slow deliberate breaths. Yes, it’s been seven months since you got the Dateviators, but it’s been four months since your house became empty again. Four months since you had Realized everyone, turning them human and setting them loose to fulfill their dreams.

Four months that you’ve been alone.

You shake your head, forcing the thought aside. That wasn’t true. The first two months had been no problem. Sure, it was weird, living alone again after having a house full of people. A little lonely, even painful, if you were being honest…

But! The Dateables had taken turns coming to visit during that time. Every day someone would stop by, sometimes a few a day, bringing with them stories of their new adventures, their new lives. And when they weren’t visiting, they were calling or sending letters or postcards. Or, at least, that’s what they had been doing.

It’s been well over two months, going on three, since you’ve seen any of them, and nearly to a month since you’ve gotten any new letters. Any phone calls you received were few and far between, just quick updates on their end with promises to talk more later on. You can never muster the courage to tell them how much you really miss them.

At first, you had brushed it off. They’re obviously busy; being a human was a lot of work, as you know all too well, and most of them have pretty demanding jobs. It’d be unfair to ask them to constantly spend time with you, now wouldn’t it?

“I’m not going to bother them,” you’d told yourself. “I’m not going to be all clingy. I’m not going to do that to them. They deserve to go out and live their lives. I’ll see them soon. I just need to be patient.”

And so you waited.

And waited.

And while you waited, your mind began to fester.

With a shaky sigh, you open your eyes and look at the corkboard full of Polaroids. You take in each and every face, studying every little detail in the expressions of your friends, of those you love, as if you were trying to memorize them.

“They’re just busy,” you whisper, “It’s fine. I’ll hear from them soon.” You take a deep breath and say again, firmly this time, “It’s fine.”

With that, you carefully loosen your grip on the armrests, fingers stiff and painful as you reach for the mouse to wake up the computer. Earlier, you’d been reading articles about the Dateables various exploits. Some of them have become pretty famous! A feeling of pride swells in your chest as you skim the articles.

Timothy is in Japan, working on their railroads and making sure that their shhedule is immaculate. Volt and Eddie are abroad on vacation, celebrating the sale of a beautifully restored home, which was rumored to be bought by some A-list celebrity. Florence is earning all kinds of praise as mayor with Celia right by her side. Chance is making huge strides with his GnG therapy and recently started streaming; you heard that he and Stella were talking about doing a collab. Lux is… well, Lux, and is earning a huge fanbase online. Betty has been nominated for an award or two, and has even won a couple. Bodhi and Skips, too, have made names for themselves in show business, though it seems like Skips prefers working behind the spotlight than being in it. Zoey has been getting rave reviews for her business and has gained quite the cult following in the paranormal investigation circles. Even Hector has earned some praise amongst ren faire goers, though he dodges any attempts at photos like he's Bigfoot.

Everyone is living their dreams and you couldn’t be prouder. They earned this. They deserve to be happy, to live happy normal human lives. You're happy for them.

Are you, though? And what about you? What do you deserve? Do you deserve to be happy?

You dig the heels of your palms into your eyes, letting sunspots explode behind your eyelids like fireworks.

“This isn't about me. Don't be selfish.” You hiss quietly.

They don't need you anymore. No one needs you anymore. And if no one needs you, what are you good for?

Nothing.

You shove yourself back from the desk, chair slamming into the wall behind you as you stand. Your chest heaves as you attempt to control your breathing, unshed tears stinging at your eyes.

“I'm not going to cry,” you ground out, jaw clenched tight, “I'm not, I’m not, I’m not.”

You hurry from the room, purposefully avoiding the faces smiling at you from the corkboard, and all the bittersweet memories they bring. But there's nowhere to run in a house full of them.

The best you can do is head upstairs, deciding that you just need to get some sleep. You'll feel better in the morning, you're sure of it. You know you’re lying.

As you're brushing your teeth, you decide to doom-scroll a bit as a much needed distraction. A video of a cat rolling around on a concrete block. Someone cooking something way too pretty and complicated for the average person to attempt. A local news story about a possible serial killer. A cosplay thirst trap. Beautiful scenery with dramatic music and an inspirational quote. Dashcam footage of road rage. Someone lip-synching to a scene from some movie. By the time you're finished with your nightly routine, your eyes have started to glaze over. Mission accomplished, right?

You shuffle over and flop face first into the bed. It's soft and cool and utterly lonely. It's a weird feeling: missing the woman who used to be your bed. You hug a pillow to your chest and stare blankly at the mirror across from the bed. Your own tired reflection gazes back. Have you always had such dark circles under your eyes?

Sleep hasn't come easy since the house became empty. You've been plagued by fits of restless sleep, tossing and turning, but your dreams always seem to slip away the moment you wake. You could hazard a guess on what they were about though. It's not hard, not when you wake up in tears and their names on your lips. You don't even have Nightmare to look forward to when you wake up scared in the dark.

You roll over, unable to look at your own pitiful expression any longer. Tomorrow is a new day.

Another day alone.

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I'm finally posting the first chapter! I'm a little nervous, but the idea wouldn't leave my head until I wrote it down. Please let me know what you think! I might end up cross posting it to AO3 too.

Also I'm going to tag anyone that had previously shown interest. Thank you!

@revalisgal3 @bihexualandferal @stellarinstigator @sleep-all-day-everyday @trixie541 @1mf1n3sstuf

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Bro it’s literally 5 am and I’m sitting here like hoarding Hector Fanart screaming: I DON’T NEED SLEEP I NEED TO FEAST-

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To the person who asked for the link and because I forgot to post it earlier 😭

Here's the playlist for our lovely vent dweller, Hector Valentino Airnesto Condicionado ❤

And if I were to say I made a Hector Valentino Airnesto Condicionado playlist on Spotify what then

WHAT FUCKING THEN HUH?????

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And if I were to say I made a Hector Valentino Airnesto Condicionado playlist on Spotify what then

WHAT FUCKING THEN HUH?????

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Dammit dammit DAMMIT DAMMIT WHY DID THEY HAVE TO GIVE JEAN LOO A CUTE LAUGH

I DIDN'T WANNA SIMP FOR HIM

THEN I HEARD HIS CUTE FUCKING LAUGH

FUCKING DAMMIT

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OMG I JUST SAW THE GET YOUR REQUESTS IN THING OMG OMG OMG

MAY I PLEASE REQUEST SOMETHING WITH FREDDY YETI LIKE A FEELINGS CONFESSION OR JUST GENERAL FLUFF WITH HIM??? I LOVE HIM SO MUCH 😭

ALSO I HOPE YOU HAVE AN AMAZING MINI-VACATION AND HAVE A TON OF FUN!!!!!

Freddy relationship headcanons

Featuring: Freddy

Fic type: fluff, headcanons

Gender neutral reader

I'm going to smush these 2 requests together because they're basically the same. Also thank you for the vacation wishes!! I'll be back before you guys even notice I'm gone ❤️

Freddy is, pardon the pun, a chill guy. He loves all things cool, and that means you too, he's nothing but accepting of whatever it is you eat or just do in general! And his actions and words really show that.

Some may think his love language is just Words of Affirmation, but it's Physical Affection and Gift Giving as well- though the gift giving is really just him giving away the food he holds when you need it. It's the thought that counts.

A very cuddly guy, which is nice when it's the middle of summer and even Hector can't keep you cool. He naturally runs cold due to the nature of what he is, and having his arms wrapped around you feels like standing in a walk in freezer. It's very pleasurable.

He's all very big on smiles, flashing those pretty teeth of his whenever he catches a glimpse of you. Watch out, it's a very contagious smile, and it only grows when he sees you smiling too.

A sweet talker by accident. He's always complimenting you and telling you (and others) how cool you are. He holds nothing but respect for you.

Loves holding your hand, even if it's just for a moment. Your smaller one in his really gets his gears grinding in the best way possible, ice maker working overtime as if it was the beating of his heart.

Absolutely obsessed with kisses, giving and receiving. You can't be near him for any more than a minute before he's got his hands on your head and is pulling you in for a big smooch. It doesn't matter where he's kissing you- and vice versa- as long as he can place his cool lips on you and hear that appreciative little hum you let out every time he does.

He likes it when you play with his hair, all of his hair, his beard, his long hair, chest hair, he doesn't care! The soft scratch of your fingers (or nails) caressing his skin is so satisfying and gets him as docile as a kitten. You swear you've seen his pupils grow 3 sizes.

He takes great honor in being a safe spot for everyone, especially you. He likes that when you're bored you go to him, albeit to sit and stare at what food he has in there even though you know what's there already. He still likes it, and will even offer you different combos of leftovers to see if he can help you figure out what to eat.

An amazing cuddler, who would've guessed? All of us, we all did.

As mentioned earlier, he runs cold and it's really nice during the summer, but during the winter when you're already freezing? He'll understand. He grabs an extra blanket (thanks to Mateo) and puts it in-between him and you so he can still hold you, but avoid making you shiver with the added cold.

His fur jacket is extremely soft to the touch, it's got an almost snowy feeling to it. He enjoys it when you lean on his back to cool off after a gruesome day, again going back to the whole "he likes when you go to him" thing.

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Hiiiiiiiiii it's meeeeeeeee what's uuuuuupppppppp-

Sorry I loved your Freddy once shot so much I came in hopes of requesting another 😭🙏 (only if you're okay with it and only if you want to)

Could I possibly request Freddy with a male mc where they get a but too into making out and maybe it leads to more- (again, only if you want and are okay with it)

Tysm and I hope you have an amazing day!!! Drink water, eat good food, rest well and make sure to relax!!!

Of course!! I didn't go quite into NSFW territory though, hope that's okay!

Freddy Yeti x male MC A kiss gets a little out of hand

Where Hector moved from room to room, and Abel seemed to be everywhere, Freddy was the one constant in a house that never really settled.

That morning, the Homeowner had woken early, the air cold enough to make his skin prickle as he padded barefoot down the hall. A yawning stretch, a lazy glance at the clock; it wasn’t even seven, but the Dateviators still felt new enough to warrant a little ritual.

He perched them on his nose, the weight and pinkish tint familiar now. The kitchen responded at once, brighter and almost humming. 

Freddy stood with his back to the door, big and broad in the thin light, the blue of his hair shining under the lights. He was already rummaging in the fridge for something, muttering to himself about smoked salmon, his big hands delicate as he rearranged a carton of eggs. There was a comfort in the sheer size of him; massive, built for hugs and holding, yet so careful with the smallest things. 

“Morning,” Freddy called without looking, the words carrying easily over the soft whirr of the fridge. “Hungry? I’ve got enough eggs in here to feed a rugby team, or - hang on - fancy some crumpets? I thought we had smoked salmon, but I guess you ate it already.”

Homeowner padded across the kitchen tiles, warmth already stirring in his chest at the familiar routine. He ducked behind Freddy, stood on tiptoe, and pressed a quick kiss to the side of Freddy’s jaw. It was a reach, but worth it for the jolt of surprise that ran through him.

Freddy froze, shoulders tense for half a second before he turned, eyes wide and incredulous. It never failed to amuse him, how someone so confident could be so startled by affection. The Homeowner grinned, nudging him back until Freddy’s broad frame was pressed against the edge of the counter.

“Hey,” Freddy managed, voice lower now, the teasing rumble softened by a note of surprise. “What’s that for, Cool Kid?”

He didn’t bother answering. Instead, he caught Freddy by the collar - hands fisting in the soft, oversized jumper - and pulled him in for another kiss. This one was nothing like the teasing peck from before. Their mouths met hard, hungry, the Homeowner pressing up on his toes to reach, lips parting to take Freddy’s bottom lip between his teeth. 

The taste of him was familiar, warm, something like vanilla and coffee. 

Freddy made a low sound, half-muffled by the kiss, and cupped the Homeowner’s jaw with one big hand, thumb sliding along the curve of his cheek.

The kiss deepened, heat spiralling, all morning chill forgotten as Freddy’s tongue swept inside, rough and coaxing, tasting him, taking his time. He pressed closer, their bodies flush, and the Homeowner ot caught between the counter and a wall of muscle, barely able to breathe and not caring in the slightest. 

Freddy’s hands slid down, palms spanning the Homeowner’s back, then his hips, fingers flexing; possessive, desperate, as if he didn’t quite trust that any of this was real.

A tiny whine caught in the Homeowner’s throat, need rising quick and fierce. Freddy responded with a shaky breath, then, as if something finally snapped. He bent, arms sliding beneath the Homeowner’s thighs. He lifted him with ridiculous ease, hoisting him up to sit on the cold countertop. It made him gasp, breaking the kiss, but only for a moment. Freddy crowded in, spreading the Homeowner’s knees with a nudge of his hips, standing between them, hands warm and firm against his skin.

The Homeowner moaned softly, clutching at Freddy’s shoulders, feeling the tension rippling under his shirt. Freddy swallowed the sound, groaning in response, hips grinding closer. Their bodies slotted together, heat building, breath tangled between kisses that left the Homeowner dizzy.

Freddy’s hands slid beneath the hem of his t-shirt, fingers splaying wide against bare skin, dragging the Homeowner closer to the edge of the counter. His thumbs circled low on the Homeowner’s hips, a silent question, and the Homeowner answered by hooking his ankles behind Freddy’s back, drawing him in, mouth opening wider as Freddy kissed him again, rougher now, teeth clashing, tongues sliding, nothing shy or uncertain about it.

The fridge door thunked shut behind them, but neither moved. Freddy’s breath was hot against his lips, his beard grazing the Homeowner’s jaw, a scrape that made him shudder. 

Before either of them could take it further though, Cam's voice cut through the kitchen. “Oh, for fuck’s sake. Some of us use this kitchen, you know. Gross."

Freddy jerked like he’d been caught doing something far worse than kissing, nearly knocking a mixing bowl to the floor as he stepped back. The Homeowner’s legs slid from Freddy’s hips, feet searching for the tiles, heart hammering. A flush crept up his cheeks, heat rising from somewhere low in his belly all the way to his ears. Freddy looked about as startled, blue hair wild around his face, hands still hovering awkwardly at the Homeowner’s waist.

For a second, nobody moved. Then the Homeowner started to laugh - helpless, breathless, the sort of laughter that bubbled out when nerves had nowhere else to go. Freddy grinned, sheepish and crooked, rubbing the back of his neck.

Cam appeared, scowling, a chipped mug in one hand. He glared at them both with theatrical disgust. “God. Get a room. Nobody needs to see this crap.”

Freddy tried for composure, failing spectacularly as his laughter broke through. “Sorry, sorry."

Cam rolled his eyes, muttering something about keeping that shit in the bedroom as he went.

Still perched on the counter, the Homeowner caught Freddy’s eye. The two of them dissolved into another fit of laughter, leaning into each other, embarrassment fading to something softer - something that tasted a little like victory and a lot like relief.

“Caught red-handed,” Freddy managed, breathless and bright-eyed.

“Worth it,” he whispered back, nudging him with his knee.

Freddy’s grin was wide, warm, and just a little wicked. “Next time, maybe we take this somewhere quieter.”

The Homeowner only laughed harder, clutching at the front of Freddy’s coat as the morning went on around them.

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Y'all this fucking game man

I look in the mirror? I think of Amir

Take a shower? Singing a duet with Johnny Splash

Look through the fridge? Hi Freddy

Come inside after being out in the fuckass summer heat? Thank you, Hector, for cooling the house

I'm so FUCKING NORMAL-

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Hector gonna have me blushing everytime I look at my A/C unit 🫣😳

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I want hectors hands around my throat send tweet

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Dawg I hear my AC blowing and I think of Hector 😭😭😭 THIS GAME HAS ME SO FUCKING NORMAL

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AND IF I SAID I NEEDED FREDDY YETI WHAT THEN

WHAT FUCKING THEN

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Started up a song comic with some oc's

The four in the bottom left panel are my main oc's (they're brothers) and the woman in the other panels is who killed them! Might make more about them depending if I can get the motivation

(Also the song is "Bring Her To Me" by LongestSoloEver)

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doodled a scene from a hybrid au threadfic i wrote yesterday

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The Cryptid Couple

old doodles I cleaned up a bit

it is wild that military propaganda has made me ship the Loch Ness Monster with Mothman, like I know being a CoD fanartist wasn’t on the bingo card like. at all so this certainly wasn’t something I expected to happen lmao (not that I’m complaining, I’m having a blast)

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Soap: *quietly sketching during a meeting*

Gaz: *leans over and sees that Soap is drawing Ghost with hearts and stars surrounding him*

Gaz: Oh, do you like Lieutenant Riley?

Soap, tensing: What-?

Gaz: Oh? Did you not hear me? I ASKED IF YOU LIKE LIEUTENANT RILEY

Soap: SHHHH-