#date everything volt

Your muscles ached. Not in the pleasant way that perhaps a light walk would do, no, they hurt.

Every step, every movement you did awakened electricity straight through your nerves.

Worst part was, you couldn't really complain, not without them telling you to rest up.

Grease and dirt coat your hands, which give out a slight tremble when arranging the many wires needed to be fixed in the Breaker Box. You feel daggers hit the back of your neck, and wonder which of the two men have realized your condition at last.

— Stop.

Eddie, it seems.

— You're trembling like crazy... didn't I tell you not to push yourself? You're always so stubborn...

He grabs your hand, your pained reaction makes him immediately retract it from your grasp. Your eyes look up to him, and you see his condition isn't exactly the best either.

His wirey hair stuck to his face, perhaps sweat or some other secretion dripping from his body. You'd tell him how hot he looks if it weren't for the fact you felt like dying. His breath is slightly labored, and when he sees you notice, he crosses his arms roughly.

— Take a break. I'll finish the rest.

You looked at him incredulous.

— What? No. I'm not letting you like that. H-have you looked at yourself.

— Have YOU looked at yourself?

— I can handle it Eddie. I'm not made of paper-

— You're gonna hurt yourself badly and I-

The harsh sound of heels stomping on the ground made both of your faces turn around.

Shit.

Volt, in all of his glory, although right now he seemed to want to hit both of you over the head.

— ... What is going on?

Eddie dries himself with a towel, trying to keep a bit of composure under Volt's analyzing gaze.

— Livewire's taking a rest. Almost done with this-

— No I'm not! he wants me to let him do the rest when he's exhausted!

— I'm exhausted? You're trembling like a goddamned leaf! give me a fucking break-

— I will if you stop treating me like a child-

- Stop. Now.

Volt's voice fills the room with static energy. You feel the hairs on your body stand up.

He calms down, but the stern tone remains while he speaks.

— You've done enough... both of you.

He rubs his temples in a stressed manner.

— This can be finished later.

— I'm almost done Volt, I can finish it-

— No Eddie, you'll rest. Both of you will, I'm not letting either of you get hurt or break.

— Volt- c'mon, look, I'm not trembling anymore, I'm alright. I can do it-

— Livewire, usually your determination is admirable, not now. You're awfully stubborn. I will not allow this to be discussed, both of you, put on some clean clothes, comfy, I'll bring you something to drink and eat.

The heels click strongly, leaving a somewhat uncomfortable echo behind.

Eddie rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, a slight embarrassed blush on his cheeks.

—...

He sighs.

— Livewire, I'm - I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten angry. I just- I really don't want you to get hurt. I don't know what I'd do if you end up bleeding or worse because of me.

— I don't - I don't want you hurt either Eddie. There's a reason I force myself even like this... I know you won't let me help you if you think I'm in danger... but I don't want you in danger either.

— I rather it be me hurt than you.

— That's why I do this. I don't want you to be hurt either. Like this, we- we both end up -

Volt's clicking returns, he hands you a glass of cold water before you finish your sentence, Eddie is given the same.

— You're both too self sacrificing.

He sees both of you are still in your dirty clothing.

— Sigh. Well, I'd assume you'd talk rather than do as I said, so I also bought you spare clothing.

— ... Bed clothes?

Eddie seems confused.

— That's right, let's get going to the bedroom hm?

The ache in your bones too strong to ignore, you sluggishly make your way to the upstairs room. Eddie seems to want to argue, but gets easily stopped by Volt's piercing look.

...

The room is dark. Too inviting. You feel your eyelids close against your will... however, you do make it to the bed with hidden strength unbeknown to you.

Volt chuckles at your tiredness, and while Eddie can manage a slight smile, he realizes he's too damn tired to do much else. Guess Volt was right.

Volt whispers softly.

— Come on Eddie, let's go to bed. I'll put Livewire in a more comfortable position.

He doesn't need to be told twice. He gets in bed slowly but somehow still quickly. And immediately the entirety of the day weighs on him like a hundred tons.

The other man expertly maneuvers you, to be in the middle of both of them. Eddie tiredly wraps one of his arms around you, while Volt grabs onto you both in a nurturing way.

The room feels cozy. Warm in a comfortable way that makes the bones feel soft and the whole body feel airy.

With that, Eddie closes his eyes and falls asleep.

Volt stutters across the breaker box. Somehow when he's in this state it feels all too big, he feels too small… bumping onto things with ease, his movements sluggish and uncoordinated.

He hates thunderstorms. He especially hates feeling so weak and useless. The sight of your worry is one he tries to avoid most.

— I-I'm … I'm alright ---

— No you're not. You're going to sleep.

Eddie's voice feels way too strong for the state that Volt is in, so he makes sure to correct his tone next.

— You know how it goes Volt, it's always like this. Stop fighting it, you'll be warm and then back to yourself.

He gives a reassuring smile, one of those kind gestures reserved for a few.

— Hey, Volt, you don't have to be alone…

Your arm stabilizes the now fragile, tired man. He lets himself go a bit, the warmth of your skin welcome to the coldness of his. However, he tries not to put all his weight on you.

— Let's go to bed. I'll sleep with you, I'll be there.

You can feel him hesitate at both ends. He'd love to, but he feels so weak. Afraid. He hates being like this more than anything.

— …T-the b-breaker --

Eddie pushes you both up the stairs, in a playful but careful manner.

— I'll close, Volt, just-- just relax.

No matter how many times this happens, he always finds himself worried. He quickly changes his expression. A small smirk.

— Join you in a bit. You can force him to sleep if you have to, 'kay Livewire?

You let out a small chuckle. Although you're more preoccupied with carrying the weight of Volt to their shared room.

— Yeah, I'll make him rest one way or another!

-

You close the door. Light barely peaks through, and in most cases, the small dim of Volt's wild hair would glimmer around you. However, right now his hair is a dark black.

As you lay him down gently on the bed, removing the bigger pieces of clothing like his coat and shoes, your hands make contact with the messy raven hair.

It's cold, they feel like tiny black wires in your fingers.

He looks at you with a wondering but tired expression. He doesn't seem to have much energy left in him to even crack a joke, or make one of his flirty remarks. He's exhausted.

You remove your footwear, and gently cradle him in your arms. He's still frigid, his posture limp, somewhat resembling a body. He doesn't look at you, seemingly deep in thought. No, he seems to be resisting falling asleep.

 —… What's wrong Volt?

His body doesn't move, it doesn't even seem he heard you. Your hands don't cease their movement.

Lingering worry crosses your face.

— … You need to rest up. You'll feel much better in a bit.

Your worries increase as he remains still. Your hands stop their soothing movement.

— D-don't…… k..keep on---

Your enveloping arm drags his heavy body closer to yours. His face hiding in the crook of your neck as you resume the movement on his hair. Small touches of your lips find his head.

A small voice speaks, not much, but it tries to.

— ….. I'm - I'm afraid.

— … Of what Volt?

— I'm -- a-afraid I won't w-wake up again--

It breaks your heart to hear words like that from him. When Eddie was in danger, he seemed so utterly selfless. But here, it seems that the energy drainage has caused him to just speak his insecurities.

— I'll be here. I am here. You'll wake up, and then we'll talk like we do every day. You'll see all your friends, and you'll be with your favorite people. Rest up.

— I---I wanna b-be there a-al…… can't-

— It's alright Volt… let me do this for you. You'll feel much better after a bit of rest… I like helping as much as you do. Please, let me help you.

He seems to go silent for a while. His body tensing up and relaxing many times.

A weak whisper breaks through.

— …okay

And then he falls asleep, into a dreamless slumber.

-

When Volt wakes up, you're not there anymore, your position replaced by Eddie. Seems the Dateviators must've ran out of power.

The memories are hazy, as they always are, a blur of colors, feelings and emotions, rather than a concise picture.

His hair regained its natural shine. Thank God it's over. He looks over to Eddie, who seems to still be asleep. His rough visage something Volt doesn't tire of.

He feels a tad embarrassed, remembering slight words said before passing out.

His grip tightens around Eddie, and he unconsciously returns the gesture. The Dateviators were such an incredible invention.

But what a flaw for it to last so little.

The bedroom feels emptier without you in it.

-

I apologize for abandoning this acc. Brings me not that many good memories. I wanna thank the Date Everything fandom for saving my life, as because of such kind and wonderful people I was able to not end up entirely homeless.

I am now living with my mother. Not a good spot, and I haven't found a job yet, but I am still surviving, even if I am very tired.