#dateable x reader

This garnered Eddie’s attention, as his eyes located the personified mini bar, he noticed another being. Slumped against Beverly, with all the poise of a fawn learning how to walk, was you. Immediately, a sense of both irritation and protectiveness washed over Eddie. He moved from behind the bar, making his way over. “What did you do?” He asked, his expression dark and stoic but his voice giving away his concern. Beverly shrunk slightly under Eddie’s fierce gaze, laughing nervously,

“Well.. they offered to help me test out some new drinks, right? So, we started with mocktails and gradually made our way to cocktails and it.. just… kept.. going?”

Eddie just stared and Beverly continued her spiel. 

“I did eventually cut them off, obviously. But we were having so much fun and they were complimenting my drink making. And you know business has been slow and they’re literally my only customer–”

“Yeah, yeah. I got it.”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Eddie took a deep breath. “You couldn’t take them to Betty? Having them sleep it off is a better idea than taking them to another bar.” He stated. “They specifically asked for you and Volt. And I know you know how stubborn drunk people are.” Beverly explained, hoisting you up a little. While Eddie’s expression remained neutral, the subtle heat of his face flushing wasn’t lost on him. “Right. I guess we can–”

“Is that our live wire, I see?”

“Volt!”

For the first time since entering the Breaker Box, you spoke. Arms extending out as Volt approached, nearly face planting if it weren’t for him catching and holding you steady. As happy as he was to see you, Volt was perplexed by your drunken state. Normally, you never have more than two drinks with them so this was new. Volt looks at Eddie, a silent question in his expression. “Beverly had them test out several new drinks, many of which were alcoholic. Clearly.” Eddie stated, his sharp gaze never leaving Beverly. Another nervous chuckle escaped the minibar, “Haha, well I guess I better go. Bye!” And just like that she was gone.

Volt chuckled to himself, not taking this nearly as seriously as Eddie was. You could feel his laugh reverberate in chest, making you nuzzle into him more. Eddie just took in your state, as if contemplating on what to do next. “How much did you have to drink, hm?” Volt inquired, leaning his head down slightly to look you in the eye. You shrugged, meeting his gaze, “I dunno, like five? Six-ish?” You answered, your voice slurred. “They’re still coherent, that’s good.” Eddie commented, moving back to the bar to get, what you assumed is, water. Your bottom lip jutted out a bit and eyebrows furrowed, as Volt gently guided you to a booth. 

“Don’t talk like ‘m not here.”

“Sorry.”

Once you sat down, Volt slid in the booth next to you, taking the glass of water Eddie handed to him and slid it in front of you. “Don’t take it personally, live wire. That’s Eddie’s way of showing he’s worried.” He explained. “I’m not worried. You had a few drinks, I don’t care. I’m more concerned about you drinking yourself into a state like this.” Eddie rebutted, deciding to stand rather than sit, subconsciously cracking his knuckles as he spoke. “What? ‘m not even that drunk!” You exclaimed, your voice way too loud considering the three of you were in close proximity to each other. “Right. Like you weren’t barely standing when Beverly brought you here. And damn near fell when Volt came over. Totally sober.” Eddie remarked, a sarcastic lit to his voice. Your brows furrowed once more as you looked off to the side, “You’re mean.” You comment, resting an elbow on the table along with your head in your hand. 

Eddie scoffed in disbelief, looking to Volt for back up. “You are being a bit harsh, Eddie.” Volt added, a small smile still on his lips, clearly enjoying whatever this is. Eddie starts to speak before cutting himself off and sighing. He squats down on your side of the booth, a gentle hand taking residence on your knee. “Look. I don’t mean to be mean, I just– what if Beverly didn’t decide to escort you here? What if you decided to head here on your own? And you tripped on the stairs or something, breaking Skylar in the process. You could hurt yourself or worse and at the end of the day we’re still just objects. You would’ve been on your own.” Eddie stated, taking a breath. You hadn’t thought of that, though your thoughts were a bit scrambled in general at the moment. But, nevertheless, Eddie’s words resonated with you.

“You’re right, ‘m sorry for making you worry..”

“I’m not– it’s fine.”

Standing back up, Eddie gestures for you to scoot over and you oblige. Now sandwiched between the two, Volt slides the forgotten glass of water in front of you. “You should drink some, just to sober up a bit, yeah?” He suggests. You start to whine but Eddie isn’t having it, “Drink the water, it’s non-negotiable” He states, tapping the side of the glass. You huff and drink a tiny sip, drinking some more when Eddie gives you a look. “How are you feeling overall?” Volt hums, his arm draping over your shoulder and rubbing your arm a bit. “Tired, nauseous–” You start. “Don’t throw up.” Eddied interjected. “I wasn’t planning on it?” You reply, rolling your eyes. 

Volt laughs at the banter, “That’s our live wire. You’re definitely feeling better if you’re giving Eddie an attitude” He comments. You sigh, leaning against Eddie, your eyes fluttering close. “Wouldn’t you be more comfortable in your bed?” He asks, seemingly opposed but shifting to make you more comfortable. You say nothing, shaking your head as a response, turning to nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. “You smell good.” You hum sleepily, inhaling his scent deeply. Sober you would be absolutely mortified by your drunk actions but that was a tomorrow problem. Volt snickered, coughing into his hand in a poor attempt to disguise it. He busied his hands, taking hold of your legs and lifting them up into his lap, stroking your calf gently as your breathing begins to even out.

Eventually, the pair felt your body relax completely, a clear indicator that you were asleep. “Should we take them to Betty?” Eddie asked quietly as his hand hesitantly came to stroke your side. “What? You don’t want to be their bed for the night?” Volt teased, smiling widely as a blush bloomed across Eddie’s face. “No. Skylar’s eventually gonna run outta charge and we have no idea of knowing when.” He stated, looking off to the side. “That’s true.. But do you really think they’re going to let us move them? They look mighty comfortable snuggled up next to you.” Volt chuckles, vaguely gesturing at your sleeping form. You were completely pressed against Eddie, face in his neck, one arm loosely wrapped around his waist, while your legs were resting on Volt’s lap. Eddie closed his eyes, huffing in response, he knew Volt was right.

“I didn’t finish closing.”

“Hm.”

“All that prep work is gonna be a bitch tomorrow.”

“Right.”

“But…”

“But?”

“I guess I don’t mind.. staying here… like.. this.”

This time Volt didn’t tease, just hummed slightly, acknowledging Eddie’s words. And so they sat, the two of them with you sandwiched in between them. “You know.. if this is the only way to get you to slow down and take a break, maybe our live wire should get drunk more often.” Volt commented, smirking slightly when Eddie groaned. “God no. They better not make this a habit, you’re both already enough to deal with sober. We don’t need to add alcohol in the mix.” He muttered. There was a brief silence before Volt spoke again. “You really care about them, hm?” Volt asked softly, knowing that being vulnerable wasn’t Eddie’s strong suit. Eddie stayed silent for a moment. “I mean, yeah. Don’t you?” He replied, the question rhetorical. 

“Of course, I just didn’t know about all your worries, have you always felt like that?” Volt continued, his eyes somber. “Not always but recently.. I don’t know. I guess you can say they’ve grown on me. And it doesn't help that this house is so big and that they're so clumsy. Anything can happen and we’d be none the wiser.” Eddie explained, his eyes downcast as he continued to rub your side gently. He sighed deeply, looking as though admitting his worries took years off his lifespan. “I really didn’t mean to be so.. y’know? They can just be so careless sometimes and it’s concerning. But I could’ve chosen my words better.” He admits. Volt nods, “You’ve never been too good with people. But you’re good with them, you apologize and explain your reasoning. I think they understand and don’t hold it against you.” Volt replies, reaching over to pat Eddie’s shoulder. 

A beep emanated from your glasses, disrupting the peaceful atmosphere, most likely indicating a low charge.

“I guess that’s our cue.” Eddie muttered, his grip on your shirt tightening slightly. “Do you want to take them or should I?” Volt asked, knowing that at least one of them should stay behind, just to keep an eye on the Breaker Box. Eddie lifted you off of him slightly, pausing as you mumbled something incoherent, before looking to Volt. “You can take them. I’ll stay here.” He answers. Volt gives him a look, almost as if to say, “Are you sure?” But Eddie waves him off. Volt gently moves your legs off him, moving to stand and swiftly takes you into his arms. Immediately, you're nuzzling into his neck next, as if your body craves that closeness. “I had no idea our live wire was so cuddly.” He comments, his head dipping down to kiss your forehead. Eddie says nothing as he stands as well, moving towards you and planting a chaste kiss on your cheek. Already feeling Volt’s stare and hundred watt smile, Eddie groans.

“Don’t say shit.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“But you want to.”

“Nope, I’m so serious about this.”

“...you’re smiling.”

And it was true, Volt was smiling, glad to know both of them have mutual feelings toward you. “I’ll be back.” He says, making his way to the entrance. Eddie nods silently watching the two of you leave. God, you were going to be the end of him.

The next morning, you woke up with the worst cotton mouth you’ve ever experienced to date. And the pounding in your head made it no better. You were for sure saying no to Beverly next time she offered bottomless taste testing. You turn over, placing your pillow over your face, in a poor attempt to block out the sun. You could just close Curt and Rod but if you got up, you were afraid the vertigo would hit you hard. Eventually, you removed the pillow, only to notice something on your nightstand. A glass of water, a small cup with three pills in it, and a note. Undoubtedly from Eddie and Volt, just from the tone alone.

Don’t be such an idiot next time.

Feel better live wire!

- E & V

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As you try to wobble yourself up to the second floor. Feeling a bit tired. You hear the sound of water running on the upstairs bathroom.

You then walk a bit faster thinking you forgot to close the faucet sink in the bathroom.

Not noticing the doors that already opened on the second floor and the air-conditioning vent being on set to your desired temperature.

As you approach the upstairs bathroom. You saw that the source of the running water is due to the bathtub faucet nearly filling the bathtub half full.

You turn off the faucet and plan to drain the tub but as you dunk your hands in the water. You noticed that the water was already a bit warm, which is the perfect temperature for the bath you were planning.

As you undress and soak yourself in the bathtub you feel your little one in your belly beginning to calm down. You giggle, as you start clean yourself.

As days passed ever since you lived in your home you begin to notice things have been getting a lot easier for you.

- Doors being already opened whenever you plan to enter a room.

- A chair being in the right place at the right time whenever you feel tired.

- The Clothes you plan to wear already being there whenever you open your closet.

- The food on your freezer being fresh and not needed to be defrosted whenever you plan to eat.

- Even the things you dropped on the floor or forgotten appearing out of nowhere on the table or on the shelf. When you try to find it.

- Some stains seemingly disappear whenever you plan to clean it.

- Or whenever you felt things getting overwhelming the T.V. or your phone recommends you a video or music to distract yourself.

You wonder to yourself as you touch your belly remembering all the odd things happening in your home.

But your questions will soon be answered, when a mysterious package delivered in your doorstep containing some glasses.

Which led you to learn about the personified objects and concepts of your house.

To say you were shock, was quite understandable as you hear Skylar explaining to you that you could date with just about any objects in your house.

You feel a bit overwhelmed as you try to explain to Skylar that you don't have time to do all that dating stuff. Not with the life growing inside you.

She smiled and reassured you that it's ok, cause some objects are ok with just being friends and also very willing to help you with just about anything.

You try to interject that you didn't want to be a bother to any of the objects in your house.

But Skylar encourages you to try to use the glasses to one of the objects in your house. Which led you to meet Dorian.

You were quite in shock to meet the tall intimidating (but handsome) English man who is actually your door.

But Dorian being a gentleman said that he is willing to help you at anything you need rather than just opening the doors for you.

You eyes widen at the realization of him helping you, so you thank him for everything he's done even if it's just opening doors.

Dorian just smiled and said that it's no problem and he is willing to help as much as he can.

As time goes, as you begin to meet the other objects and surprisingly some concepts in your home. You have never felt more spoiled than anything.

You learned that Bathsheba and River are responsible for filling up the bathtub with the right temperature everytime you want to use the bathtub instead of the shower. And as you take a bath you feel Barry slowly massaging your shoulders as you hear them gossip.

Tydus and Tyrell will make sure that you don't slip while In the Bathroom or Laundry room. Tydus will explicitly warn the toxic couple cough Harper cough Dirk cough not to bring they're problems with you.

But with your bleeding heart you probably help the couples in the laundry room a lot more easier since they don't wanna pressure you a bit too much. Especially Drysdale and Washford they probably get back together because of them admiring your resilience and helpfulness.

On which they try to repay you with poetic compliments and helping you with the laundry.

The Kitchen crew also try to lessen your workload when planning to have a meal. You have the Kitchen Equipment Objects like Luke, Stefan and Kopi being the ones who cook or heat up any food when you're hungry.

Mitchell and Friar taking notes and guiding the others on what food is best for you and your baby.

Daisuke and Cabrizzio also being gentle with you and also giving you a hand when you need a rest. Complimenting and encouraging you while they're at it.

There are sometimes when some objects like Curt and Rod, Penelope and more get curious about the life growing inside you. Some asking you questions which you try to answer to the best of your ability like.

But when you get overwhelmed some objects will step-in like Abel, Dasha and also Dorian again when things get too hard.

And when in the bedroom the objects who reside will try their absolute best to provide you with the best comfort as possible.

Like Betty giving you cuddles and Mateo making sure to keep you warm on cold-nights with various soft blankets and also letting you pet some of the inanimals.

The Hanks on the other hand really try to control they're enthusiasm when they meet you as they try not to scream to much.

You remember Hank 3 being a bit more flirty with you, saying that he loves single moms 😉 which you laugh in response. Which made the other Hanks tell him to chill out and all.

And there's also Hank 5 who really admired you especially that you still stay strong despite everything that happened to you. And he and the other Hanks will probably be one of the objects who would help you the most immediately getting everything you need just by asking them.

Koa and Chairemi will make sure that you always sit comfortably. Chairemi mostly will immediately try to make you sit on her whenever you're tired.

Speaking of being tired some Objects will insist on carrying you whenever you want to go to some far corners of the house especially when you want to go upstairs or in the attic. Kristof, Shelley and Duncan will definitely have an argument on who will be doing it.

And while they're doing that some Immediately take the chance to carry you themselves most especially The Hanks especially Hank 5, Dorian, Volt and Eddie and also Tony.

Volt and Eddie will definitely try to make your stay at the Breaker Box more comfortable giving you non-alcoholic drinks and also charming you while you're at it and not just those two. Tony especially as well making you laugh whenever you two meet.

Other objects will keep you entertained when you're a bit bored like Telly, Chance and Parker. Parker especially will try to tone down the craziness for a bit but that doesn't mean he will tolerate on you being a cheater at his games😅

Celia and Florence has definitely been telling other objects to keep an eye on you a lot more. And Wallace also being your bodyguard Incase of rowdiness from other objects.

And also Farya being there to check your progress and your belly Incase of a health scare. And also Phoenicia already prepared to call an ambulance whenever.

If you are still having a job especially when it's online, Mac and Willi will definitely lend you a helping hand if any problems occur.

And when things get down especially when you feel insecure or if you're thinking that you are being a bother to anyone Teddy, Amir and also Hector and surprisingly Fantina sometimes, will make sure to keep all that negative thoughts away telling you that you're beautiful and strong and also that you will become a good mother.

At some cases everyone will probably try to fight one another on who could touch your belly. Being surprised and curious when they felt the baby kick or move.

With them being excited when the little one would finally come out to join the family.

As time passes you made friends and probably some lovers 😉 to help you and your beloved little one in your home no matter what.... ♥️

And that's all, For my first request I granted. Hope this satisfies you.

Volt grinned, leaning down, His fingers stood hooked onto the nape of your neck as he pressed wet kisses up the side of your neck. Zipping electricity tickling its way up your spine in its wake. You could feel nothing but the hotness of his breath and the sharp cold of the wall on your back.

This was far beyond scandalous, leaving Eddie out that is. You would've called it unfair had your head been skewed on. But you couldn't help that even the smell of Volt loosened it.

Breath hastily escaped your mouth. "Isn't..haa.. Eddie closing the bar?" Your words were rushed through your mouth as Volt closed in on it, again, stealing your attention on him.

"Worried, live wire?" He asked, and of course you were. Volt has been doing nothing but teasing the poor man all night.

Locking eyes with him as he trailed a hand up your thigh. Making him watch as he led you away, only to press you against the mirroring wall to make sure he heard every little gasp he milked out of you.

"Eddie just needs a little push to take what he wants is all" He grinned, pressing himself closer to your ear as he whispered.

"Volt" You groaned. He just chuckled in response.

"You should be worrying about your performance. After all, the less temping you are" He paused "The longer it takes to get what you want"

That's right, Volt had been teasing you too. Fleeting touches, kisses, teasing, but no further than that. It was pure torture, Volt, was pure torture.

You hoped Eddie could hear you urging him to hurry up. Practicly prayed that that these damn glasses had some secret telepathy skill.

And almost as if your prayers were answered, Eddie came bursting through the door.

"Damn you, Volt.." He groaned, his fingers quickly unbuttoning his shirt as he closed in on you, feverishly throwing off his clothes, desperate to get his hand on you.

Volt's laugh Ricashaed off the walls, boisterous and loud. The polar opposite of Eddie's desperate movement. Quickly, Eddie slid himself behind you, gathering up the fabric of your shirt and pushing open your leg with his. Opening you up for Eddie's eyes to see.

"No need to rush" He smirked, sliding his hand teasingly down your stomach, slowly unzipping your skirt.

Volt locked his eyes on Eddie, whose gaze was fixed on his hand trailing lower, teasingly stopping at the damp fabric covering your core. Thighs already damp with your slick from Volt's wandering hands.

Lust almost oozed from your slit, slick stringing from the cloth as long thin fingers pulled it back for greedy eyes.

"She's all here for you"

It was as if a cord snapped, the sound almost as audible as the groan Eddie let out.

With a thump Eddie dropped to his knees, his hands gripped almost painfully on the thick of your thighs as he threw one over his shoulder.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful.."

And that was as much of a warning you got before Eddie dove himself between your thighs. His nose pressed perfectly against your clit as his mouth latched feverishly on your hole.

You could feel the stubble on his chin scratch against your core in just the right way.

It was as if lightning struck through your nerves, Your body keening against him, hands gripping onto his messy black hair, and thighs clenching against his heated hold.

"Eddie..! Oh fuck!" The sounds lurched from your throat, the wet slurping from his mouth vibrating through your skull.

You could feel Volt's gaze on you, hands firmly stopping you from collapsing onto his other half entirely.

He couldn't help but feel the fire vibrating from Eddie's form, The sight running through his veins, almost fueling his next move.

You could feel the chuckle escape from his chest before you could hear it, his hand reaching down to entertain with yours.

His hands gripping down onto Eddie's dark locks, forcibly pulling him from the wetness of your core.

"Now would you look at that...." With his other hand, Volt gripped harshly at your chin, forcing you to look down at the sight.

And God was it one. Slick running down his stubbled chin, his eyes glazed over and tongue desperately searching for the place it'd call home. He was delirious, desperate, frustrated.

And you were just the same. Your hands fighting desperately against Volt's hold.

"Volt!" You both cried in unison, begging him for the chance to pleasure and be pleasured,

And boy did he take it in stride.

"Now now both of you, There's no need to yell." With a twisted grin, Volt shoved his dark-haired counterpart back to his place. His forearm flexes to keep him in place.

You threw your head back onto Volt's sturdy chest, spots of purple flooding your vision from just how quickly Eddie got back to work.

His mouth harsh against your clit, sucking it harshly as his tongue lovingly grew hearts around it. But without missing a beat, Volt quickly fixed your gaze back on Eddie, whose eyes stared right back at you.

It was overwhelming, Every sense you had was being completely overtaken by the men you called your lovers.

"Too much..fuck..ediieee..Fuck!" You cried in desperation, hips desperately running away from the climax that was crashing against the dam of your last sense of self-control.

Volt, whose senses had faded out quickly sprung to action, hand gripping your hip tightly in place as he ground his stiff cock into you. Reminding you there was no escape as he once again forcefully fixed your chin.

And with a bite to your ear, he demanded "Look"

Eddie sat, eyes squeezed shut, dripping cock red and heavy in his hand as he stood on his knees. Desperately getting himself off to the taste of you.

Your eyes rolled back at the sight, toes curling and white filling itself in your vision.

"F-Fuck.. Live wire..." Eddie groaned, body tensing as he followed suit. His frustratingly red tip twitched violently as thick ropes of white gushed with every tug of his hand.

"Huff.."

You moth gasped for air in unison, bodies slumping, tired and weak as the shocks from your orgasms ran through you.

"Now it's finally my turn.."

Hector Valentino Airnesto was nothing short of a hopeless romantic. Poetry that spilled from lips upon a face he was in constant shame of, hidden behind the cloak of darkness in the wall of your home, shielded by a cold metal grate. Although he claimed himself to be nothing short of hideous, and only ever showed you a picture of his face that totally wasn't edited, you still managed to be swayed by him, feeling nothing less than utterly touched at his sentiments he wove as effortlessly as truth, like nothing was more simple than the fact that you demanded utter perfection, and conveyed nothing but.

The sheer fluidity of his words, the way he never seemed to stutter as he gushed over the dewiness of your skin or the golden rim around your eyes, and that flawless sheen your hair had when it caught the lights just right, had not only made your heart flutter, but made you think a bit.

How...hypothetically, would you get him to trip over himself?

You'd done it occasionally, when you'd first spotted his eyes peering ominously through the ventilation system, but that was because you'd caught him off guard. Also, all the times you'd called him hot had resulted purely in him asking very politely if you'd like him to turn the thermostat down a couple of degrees. And, when he did understand your compliments, all he truly ever did was sigh and express how if you saw him, you certainly wouldn't praise him so highly, that he was undeserving of such words.

In short, compliments, flirtatious attempts, and the like had failed. And some other objects had looked at you with an eyebrow raised, a lip tugged up, asking 'Why not try and scare him? Or say something that'll make him speechless, like...insult him? Won't that trip him up?' While it...probably would, that wasn't the kind of tripping up you wanted to see. You wanted to see him completely speechless in a way that you could both smile at, in summary, you just wanted to run a little experiment to see if you could make that silver tongue stop at all. Even for a second.

And being rude to him was just out of the picture. Irrelevant. Also, really not how you were going to earn his love. Even if he said he wanted to be dominated, he probably didn't mean Sofia-type dominated.

Still...the idea of Sofia actually sparked a plan into your head, shockingly.

Haha. Sparked. Shocked.

...

Volt and Eddie would've laughed.

Anyway.

You eventually settled on a method that seemed to be a good mix of harmless yet interesting decision, and there wasn't exactly much Hector could say as you abruptly took off your shirt right in front of of him (or rather—in front of the vent) and stared at him. Silently. Expectantly. With no shame or hesitation in your gaze, and not an ounce of acknowledgement for the action.

Hector’s jaw dropped open in shock, his speech cut off swiftly. Hector wasn’t really a prude, he’d seen you naked plenty of times. Oh, not on purpose, of course, it’s not like he meant to watch, but you change just outside your closet all the time, right in his view! It’s..hard not to look.

But this was way different than any of those times. This time, you could see him. This time, you took your shirt off for him. Hector’s heart (well, the equivalent of one, at least) was beating so thunderously, so rapidly, he swore he almost brought the thermostat up to boiling temperature. Hector wet his lips, pulling his gaze away from….whoa, and back up to your face.

“My…my love— what are you doing..? Why are you taking off your clothes in the middle of the day? I think they looked exquisite on your delightful form—“

“What about my form?” You asked suddenly, tilting your head with an almost innocent bat of your eyelashes. “Don’t you like it?”

“W-well of course! I worship every inch of it, every single bit of skin and hair and everything in between! Though…of course your beauty isn’t only skin deep! You also have the most—“

“What about these?” You cut him off again, but you always made sure to start soft, and to check his eyes for any sign of discomfort. You saw none, only awe.

Your hands moved to poke at your chest, maintaining unbreakable eye contact with him all the while. Hector spluttered, and you could practically picture his face flushing beet red, a hand pressed over his mouth in shock. It was an amusing image, most certainly.

“You’ve told me so much about other parts, do you not like these?”

“I do!—“ He yelped, instantly quieting after, for a brief period. He spoke once more, quieter, less eager to answer (yell).

“I mean— yes, yes, I also enjoy your…chest. It..can be looked at in many ways, I suppose. The short version is ah…it is very pleasing to look at. Not in any kind of perverse or brash fashion, such would be an insult! The chest is a part of the human body, nothing more. But, to say your body is just like everyone else’s is a lie. Your heart beats the purest ambrosia into your veins, not any blood, no, never, and yet, when you bleed, red seeps out. Why? You keep humble, you keep human. So admirable, my love, intensely so. Your form, your figure, is nothing short of it’s own model of utter beauty and grace, a statue deserving to be bathed in gold and—“

He faltered, and you saw his eyes crinkle, most likely from a sheepish smile. He cleared his throat before he continued on, a bit more controlled this time.

“Well, I suppose what I mean to say, my love, is that your chest is another part of your body that I love just as much as the whole. It does not deserve more or less attention than the rest of you, as it is all nothing short of the best the world and beyond has to offer.”

“Awww…” you smiled at him, before pausing. “What if I take my pants off?”

Practically every one who knows who you are; the highly respected and acclaimed psychiatrist in your hometown, often helping the police and the FBI with tracking dangerous criminals.

It's not just your successful work that has your neighbors liking you, it's your natural charm and refined interests in the arts that makes it easy for everyone to trust you.

It was hard to believe that years ago, you used to work for Valdivian as a customer consultant, and how you managed to survive a violent encounter with former Valdivian CEO David Most, whom the newspaper stated was because he believed you stole something valuable from the company, though new evidence was never found to prove his claims: David Most was also never seen again in the public eye, with some wondering what happened to him.

Combining that with your great work, everyone believed you to be a victim of David Most's greed and suspicion, leading to everyone to practically picture you as a saint (maybe even an angel) who wouldn't harm a fly.

If they knew what you did behind the scenes, of your more disturbing hobbies, then everyone would form a mob by the police station demanding your arrest.

In truth, you were a serial killer yourself with your own code: you only targeted those who are either rude, exhibit bad manners, and even other criminals. That alone would make your neighbors see you in a completely different light, but if they also knew that you cannibalized your victims, they'd call you a monster.

The only ones who knew of your true nature were the inhabitants of your home, though that didn't worry you, as they couldn't even inform the authorities even if they wanted to.

You see, your roommates were in actuality the objects that made up your own home. The door was a tall and no nonsense man named Dorian, your table was a friendly cowboy named Abel, your shelves a muscular woman named Shelley, and so on and so forth.

It all started the day you were fired from Valdivian in favor of replacing you with AI. You weren't allowed to stew in your frustration for too long as you had a mysterious package delivered to you: a pair of silver glasses with pink-orange lenses. You had no recollection of ordering the odd item, and it didn't even say who it was meant to be for.

Long story short, after discovering your 'roommates' existence, you managed to 'win' them over (manipulate) by using your natural charisma and by being able to understand their thought process and what motivates them.

But one day, when you heard from your dear friend Sam about the situation going on at Valdivian regarding the Dateviators, you had received an unexpected visit from David Most, who claimed he was just visiting the area when he remembered that you lived there: which you knew was a lie, based on not only his body language but that you managed to see a Valdivian drone in your neighborhood.

You had managed to get him to relax by offering him tea as he waited in the living room, unaware that the Dateables were all around him, worrying about the Dateviators being taken away and no longer being able to see you anymore.

When you returned, David Most would start throwing accusations at you about stealing the Dateviators for profit, even though your associate, 'Tinfoil Hat', on Thiscord informed you of the CEO's deal with the military that involved the special glasses.

Long story short, one of your neighbors, a kind older lady, would hear sounds of arguing in your house, and when she saw David Most running out of your home when she came to check on you, she was worried to see obvious signs of a fight on you: bruises, some bleeding, and a forming black eye. This would lead to the neighbor calling the police and you giving your statement.

This led to David Most becoming a wanted man, and a warrant was issued for his arrest. Though he was never found by civilians or the police, as you had paid him a visit shortly afterwards.

With aid from an old associate of yours, you had managed to track down David Most's current location: a motel that wasn't too far away from where you lived.

You had ambushed him at the motel, confusing and scaring him. Your former boss had tried to escape, but failed as you injected him with a shot of curare: a paralyzing agent you got from that associate of yours.

When the time came, David Most's life came to an end by your hands when you pulled out a silenced pistol to execute him. And the only witness to your crime was the personification of the clothes on your body: Dirk Deveraux.

It’s only then do you realize how late it is. The sun has set and the stars have begun littering the sky. This was your last interaction for the day, talk about depressing. And even if it wasn’t you could only talk to an object once per day, per Skylar’s detailed instructions. It’s fine, you’ll just… give them some space, check back in a day or two. Surely everything would blow over by then.

In the meantime, you kept yourself busy. You met new datebales, continued conversations with the ones you already met. And yet, your mind kept drifting back to Eddie and Volt. Really, where did you go wrong? Maybe kissing Volt wasn’t the greatest idea. It seemed right at the time, considering the atmosphere and all that. Or maybe you didn’t get close enough to Eddie? You should’ve been more persistent, asked more questions, his dislikes be damned.

This loop of “could’ve, should’ve, would’ve” continued until you finally had the courage to approach the Breaker Box again. It’s been a couple of days, surely whatever “hatred” they had for you has dissolved or at the very least, dampened. You didn’t expect them to not be mad at all, but maybe they would be willing to hear out and you guys could repair your relationship. Become friends if not anything else. That hope quickly drained as Volt approached the entrance, a sour and borderline terrifying look on his face.

He was different now, blue and electrifying. It was a far cry from the charming and sweet Volt you’ve gotten to know. He didn’t say anything at first, just staring at you like you have done the most unforgivable thing in the world (and maybe you did, you still weren’t sure exactly what it is you did). That silence stretched until you tried to break it, in which Volt immediately cut you off.

“Volt, I–”

“Perhaps I wasn’t clear enough last time. You’re not welcome here.”

“Please, can’t we just talk this out?”

“No, we can’t. I was foolish to trust you the first time around. I won’t allow you to have the opportunity to hurt us again.”

It took everything in you to not sob right there and then but you’re sure the tears that shone in your eyes got the point across clearly. “I care about you and Eddie so much, I never meant to hurt either of you. I swear.” The tremble in your voice was as clear as day but you couldn’t really find it in yourself to care. Not when it felt like everything was on the line. And for a moment, that hope you had fluttered in your chest as Volt’s expression softened. He sighed deeply and leaned against the door, reminiscent of the dramatic flare he had when you first met him.

“I’m sorry live wire, I don’t think we can trust you again.”

Your breath caught in your throat as the tears that have taken up residence in your eyes, slipped down your cheeks silently. You could do nothing but stare as the door to the Breaker Box was closed in your face once more. Part of you preferred the slamming, the yelling, and the volatile way things had originally ended. This felt non-negotiable. Final. You weren’t sure how to feel about that.

So, you stood at the entrance for what felt like an eternity. Not sure what to do or where to go from here. You knew you couldn’t get every dateable to love you, hell, even like you but hatred? Not indifference or some weird limbo state? Just pure hatred? As you finally began to turn away, Reggie popped into your peripheral vision. God, you were not in the mood for him. You had met him before as you and another dateable didn’t exactly see eye to eye. The details aren’t important as you didn’t care for that dateable nearly as much as you care for Eddie and Volt. Still, it seemed you were stuck and had to hear Reggie’s spiel.

“It’s one thing to be rejected and another thing to lose trust completely, yeowch!”

“....”

“Still, I dig your style. Rejection really isn’t so bad when you think about it. Helps you pick out the duds that simply aren’t worth your time.”

That’s the thing though, Eddie and Volt weren’t duds, far from it actually. And even if they hated your guts right now, you couldn’t find it in yourself to speak ill of them. “They aren’t duds, Reggie.” You mutter, arms crossing over your chest. Reggie raised a curious brow, “Don’t tell me you still have feelings for them? Do you not realize they kicked you to the curb? That they want nothing to do with you?”. You sucked your teeth in frustration, you knew that. Volt had made that painfully clear both times you spoke with him. As if reading your mind Reggie continues, his hands finding your shoulders and his head dipping down so his mouth is right next to your ear. “I know you have this good person act going on but doesn’t that make you angry? Isn’t that hatred mutual?” He questions.

You were mainly sad and confused. And sure, maybe a little bitter too. You still didn’t know what you did that was so wrong to warrant them to hate you but you didn’t hate them. Still… as Reggie’s hands stayed firmly placed on your shoulders, you couldn’t help but get angry. It was as if that energy was radiating off of him and seeping into you. Or maybe, that anger was always there and Reggie gave it the space to roam free. Either way, you were starting to get pissed. The low chuckle that came from Reggie wasn’t lost on you as you swiftly took off your dateviators. Volt and Eddie wanted to hate you? Fine, you’ll give them a reason to hate you.

It almost seemed weird, looking at the Breaker Box and seeing… a normal breaker box. You close the box firmly, a little rougher than you normally would but you didn’t care. They didn’t want to see you, so you didn’t want to see them. You surveyed the small closet wondering what else you could do to relieve that pressure that had started building in your chest. In all honesty, you wanted to scream, maybe cry some more, put the dateviators back on and curse both of them out. Instead, you dropped down and picked up Tony and Beau– er, your toolbox and spare boxes. You didn’t want any reason to come back here if you didn’t have too. You placed them in the closet in your makeshift home gym. It wasn’t much bigger than their previous residence, and they certainly had more roommates but hopefully they wouldn’t mind too much. You made sure to lock the door to the breaker box too. You’re not sure how that would translate to their world, if Dorian would simply just unlock it, but maybe it would slow the business of the Breaker Box.

You still had four more uses of your dateviators for the day but you really couldn’t find it in you to want to talk to anyone else. Your mood was dampened and you would hate to take it out on the other datebables. You would come back when you felt slightly better, when you could give them your full and undivided attention. Plus, it probably wasn’t the healistest to be talking to the inanimate objects of your home day in and day out. Considering how much emotional turmoil this one rejection put you in, maybe this was for the best. Maybe a break was needed. An hour tops.

That hour turned to hours.

Those hours into days.

The days into weeks.

And so on.

You haven’t put on the dateviators since your last interaction with Volt and by extension Reggie. That anger was still there, simmering in the back of your mind but all that you felt currently was sadness. As you went on with your day to day life, you’ve come to the conclusion that maybe there’s nothing you can do. Maybe whatever was going on with Eddie and Volt wasn’t meant to be. That you shouldn’t sit here, making yourself sick and miserable dwelling on it. And while this was your general takeaway, a part of you still held onto hope. Hope that with time; you, Eddie and Volt could make amends. And be friends. You’d never say it to the other dateables but they were your favorites, still are honestly. But it’s time to move on. You guess Reggie was right, in his own twisted way.

Rejection really isn’t so bad when you think about it.

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