neonbluehazardsign

[neonbluehazardsign]

this is a small thought i had that wouldn’t get out of my head so here you go

It only takes two things—getting locked out of your usual work area and a note in your locker telling you that your work hours have been reduced—before you’re storming to your boss’s office, the note crumpled in your fist. He doesn’t look up as you push the door open, focused on typing some stupid report. “Let me guess. You’re pissed off about the work hours thing, yeah?” 

You grit your teeth, frustration flaring up in you before you tamp it down. “You can’t just do that. I need the hours.” He scrutinizes you before looking back down at his keyboard. “I had my reasons for that.” You laugh at that, though there’s no happiness in it. “That’s bullshit. What the fuck, Eddie?” He still doesn’t look up. “Be careful with how you speak to me.”

You grip the note in your hands, the paper threatening to tear. “There’s gotta be something you want.”

He looks up at that. Interest flashes in his eyes for a second before it’s replaced by his usual mask of boredom. “So you’re resorting to bribery.” You step forward, leaning into his space. Just enough to poke. “It’s incentive.”

Eddie stops typing, the sound deafening in the enclosed space.  He leans back in his chair, looking at you like you’re finally acting how he wants you to. “Incentive,” he repeats, like he’s testing the word out. 

“You’re not gonna let this go, are you?” You nod once, just enough to make it count. He studies you one more time before dipping his chin down. Not approval, or a nod. An agreement.

You’re cleared the next time you walk into your office, and your hours are increased back to where they were. He doesn’t ask to talk to you, and you don’t  poke too much. Until a week later. Eddie grabs you by the wrist, and you’re about to protest before he gives you the look. He drags you to his office, sets you on the desk. 

He moves you like he already knows how to, like he’s practiced it. Eddie fists your collar, dragging you into a heated kiss. His other hand dips below the waistband of your underwear, and he chuckles at the sound you make when he brushes his fingers over you. 

“You promised,” he reminds you. 

[neonbluehazardsign]

hear me out. volt growing out his stubble for a few days and eddie and mc FAWNING over him because yum

i am hearing you out 100%

volt who grows his stubble out, just to see how it feels. when he kisses you or eddie, it results in static flickering across your skin. I don’t think he’d grow a full beard, but he’ll let it grow out sometimes.

you and eddie will hunt him down for kisses and laugh when he nuzzles into you instead, brushing his cheek against yours.

[neonbluehazardsign]

werewolf au! volt and human eddie who have known each other for their entire lives (angst because i needed to write it i’m sorry)

eddie who was the only kid who played with volt on the playground. eddie who let volt wrap an arm an arm around him and pull him closer, tail thumping against the playground structure excitedly.

eddie who comforted volt when the only other werewolf kid in town went missing. he helped volt pin up missing posters until it was sundown and his hands were numb. eddie who held volt when the report came out that the kid had been found 30 miles away in a ditch, canines ripped out and body mutilated. 

he let volt cry into his shoulder at the funeral, clutching the store-bought flowers they brought in his hands.

eddie who learned lock picking just so he could take volt behind the school, breathing in the scent of stale cigarettes as he unlocked the state-mandated muzzle on volt’s snout. they shared their first kiss like that, in a place where no one could call them gross or freaks for loving each other.

eddie who fought his history teacher in highschool when he called werewolves animals. he earned a detention for it, but it was worth it to see the grin on volt’s face.

eddie and volt who had to get out of town when eddie’s family learned what they had been doing. eddie drove the car and volt followed the map, reading out the names of the towns in a funny voice just to make him laugh.

eddie who got hurt when his father caught up to them, and, in a fit of anger, shot him in the chest. volt who turned on his father, crushing his neck in between his jaws. he held Eddie’s hand in the back seat as he bled out, claws against calloused fingers.

eddie who let volt bite him in desperation. he didn’t know if it would save him, but it was worth a try. eddie who laughed in shock, showing off bloodstained teeth as the gaping hole in his chest knit itself back together, leaving behind a pale scar. eddie who buried his father in that field and drove off without looking back. he won’t let anyone hurt them anymore.

[neonbluehazardsign]

reader who grabs the wires around Eddie’s neck and pulls him forward to kiss them <3

bonus if he gets all flustered and pretends he hates it but is replaying the moment over and over in his head for the rest of the night

[neonbluehazardsign]

i wanna talk about some stuff i noticed with volt and eddie’s designs, ramble below the cut

volt is the presentable, put together version of eddie. he’s a “mask” for the real stuff going on behind the scenes, and he’s there to distract the player from finding out what’s going on with eddie. his cords aren’t tangled, his switches are all flipped to where they’re supposed to be in neat rows. 

eddie is the opposite. his clothes show what’s really going on—messy hair, ruffled wires. the cords on his boots are tangled up. he doesn’t try to distract or redirect the player. if you poke enough, he’ll tell you the truth. 

tldr: shoutout to the designers of date everything, the clothes follow the story and i think that’s really cool :]

[neonbluehazardsign]

here’s some food for thought:

eddie doesn’t let volt fuck you on the bar. not because he hates the idea entirely, but because he get jealous. he wants you all to himself :]

[neonbluehazardsign]

Smoke Break

Eddie Watts (Date Everything) x Reader

Summary: You meet Eddie for the first time while you’re having a smoke outside the Breaker Box. You give him a cigarette but neither of you have a lighter…

CW: Smoking and many swears!! A little suggestive but nothing of that nature happens.

WC: 963

A/N: this is my first venture into date everything fanfic and i hope you all like it!! i haven’t written anything in YEARS so do excuse me if my grammar is a little bit shoddy. i had this idea at like 5am and i simply NEEDED to share it with you guys. volt isn’t in this one (i am so sorry) but he’s already in my next one!!

It had been a long day. You breathed in the smoke from the cigarette between your lips like it was air, closing your eyes for a moment before letting out a long exhale. The bar was truly stunning and its energy was unmatched, but being completely sober in such a busy environment was nothing short of jarring - especially today - and you just needed a moment to yourself in the fresh air. While your eyes were still closed, you suddenly heard the roar of chatter and soft jazz from inside the bar again as someone came through the door.

Unfazed, you stayed in the moment for a little while longer, taking another drag of your cigarette before opening your eyes. To your surprise, before you stood the beautiful, brooding and exceedingly handsome bartender, using a rag to dab beads of sweat from his forehead. You had of course noticed him the second you first walked into the bar, but you had to admit he was even more stunning up close. Feeling your gaze on him, he turned to address you and his eyes immediately fell on the smoke coming from your mouth. He managed a tired smile.

‘God, I haven’t bought a pack in months. I envy you right now.’ His voice was low and tired, rougher than you’d imagined but still sweet under it all - a strange juxtaposition that made your heart skip for a moment. Salt and nectar, smoke and honey - it was intoxicating.

‘Have one,’ you said, taking the box from your pocket and holding it out, open. ‘I haven’t bought a pack in a while either.’

He silently studied you for a minute before carefully, delicately taking a cigarette, softly as if he was afraid of damaging the box. He raised it to his teeth and used them to hold it in place, running a quick hand through his mop of dark hair. ‘You got a light?’

Shit. Your hands fell to your pockets in realisation, eyes locked on something in the distance. ‘I - borrowed someone else’s.’

He blinked at you, visibly pissed off before he let out a sigh and shrugged. ‘It’s cool, I’ll just ask someone inside.’ He pulled the cigarette from his mouth and turned to head back into the bar. Without thinking, your hand was on his wrist.

‘Wait, just… stay there.’ He glared back at you, baffled, a glint of amusement in his eyes as you stepped closer and took the cigarette from his hand, slowly bringing it back up to his mouth. Keeping eye contact, you gestured towards his lips, raising your eyebrows. He was smirking slightly now, nostrils flaring in stifled laughter, as he locked eyes with you and parted his lips ever so slightly.

Oh, wow. This was… interesting.

Now slightly flushed and choosing to ignore the palpable tension in the air, you placed the cigarette back between his lips and took a shaky breath in before speaking. ‘Breathe in.’

He scanned your face for a moment before doing as he was told. Tentatively, you brought your own cigarette back to your mouth and pressed the tip of it to his.

‘What the fuck are you doing?’ he murmured around his cigarette, despite making no effort to move away. ‘Just stay there,’ you breathed, exhaling (albeit shakily) through your own cigarette and watching intently as the light transferred over to his. You quickly realised that your fingers were still brushing his wrist as you cursed inwardly and shoved your hand in a pocket. His steel eyes were on yours the entire time, occasionally glancing down to… your cigarette? Your lips? You weren’t sure, but god could he stop looking at you like that?

His eyes were all over your face now, an enticing mixture of curious, impatient and amused, as you stepped back, taking a long drag. Had you lingered there a little longer, you think you might never have moved away (and you fear both cigarettes would have ended up quickly discarded for a much… healthier pastime, consisting of lips and tongue).

Your free hand fell back to your side as you cleared your throat and the both of you smoked in complete silence, occasionally sneaking glances at the other. Your heart was hammering in your chest and you felt almost fuzzy, but you knew damn well this was nothing to do with the nicotine.

It wasn’t long until the handsome stranger broke the silence. ‘You know you only got away with that because you’re pretty,’ he mused, taking a final, long drag of his smoke before stumping it out under his boot. You did the same to your own, feeling his eyes burning into you the entire time, which was doing nothing for the growing flush spreading across your cheeks.

‘Do I get to know your name?’ you asked, innocently enough, but you were sure the look in your eyes was hiding absolutely nothing. He squinted at you, like he was considering, but the look in his eyes screamed mischief and you knew what was coming before he had even said anything.

‘Hmm… not yet,’ he smirked, and your heart fluttered as you caught the mixed scent of whiskey and tobacco on his breath, ‘come back sometime and I’ll consider it.’

Then, he simply nodded at you, like an old friend acknowledging your existence, before turning and making his way back into the bar. You turned your back on him and made a face to absolutely no one, trying to process what the fuck had just happened before that same, sweet voice dragged you back to reality.

‘Hey.’

Your head snapped around to the door, which your new acquaintance was now hanging out of, eyes fixed on you and expression unreadable.

‘Thanks for the smoke.’

[neonbluehazardsign]

no one loves the light like the blind man ⚡️

(squealing and kicking my feet at how well these go together)

[neonbluehazardsign]

eddie who eats because he has to. not because he enjoys it, it’s because he needs it to be able to keep working. you who sits him down and makes him some actual food with flavor in it. 

stuff that isn’t just pre-packaged or powdered. if you see he’s gotten too far into work, you’ll convince him to take a break and let you cook for him.

[neonbluehazardsign]

eddie and volt who slowly fall in love with you and they don’t even realize it (one of my favorite tropes <3)

you just fit in so perfectly with them. late nights are spent talking and laughing together under the glow of warm lights, empty drinks set aside for card games.

they give you a key to the breaker box. “you’re always welcome here,” volt tells you, and you smile at him. eddie is always less grumpy when you’re around, the gruff personality melting away the minute he sees you.

the touches start small—volt’s hand on your shoulders to guide you when he’s dancing with you. eddie’s fingers brushing yours when he hands your drink to you. it sets off sparks in your chest every time.

it’s late one night. eddie’s eyes shine with lamplight when he passes another drink to you. “you look good,” he says. his voice is rough, low. “thanks.” you don’t have to say more than that—he knows. they both do. 

volt considers you from where he’s sitting next to you, and his lips curve up into a smile. “you should dance with me.” you know he’s baiting you into something. but you don’t mind. it’s slow, smooth. he guides you into the movements, his grip sure. and when he presses his lips to yours? it feels like firecrackers in your chest.

his lips trail down to your neck, and he chuckles when you gasp out his name. “careful,” he purrs, delighted at how you fall apart so easily. “someone might hear you.” that’s Eddie’s cue to grab you. he’s rougher than volt, an extra heat added to his kisses. he nips at your skin, groaning at the noises you make.

“i’ve been waiting so damn long for this,” he growls, kissing you with a bruising heat. he bites at the corner of your mouth, just to hear the whimper you make. “all those nights when you were here? i just wanted to kiss you right there.”

when they do finally get you into their bed, it’s a blur of heat and pent-up longing. and when you wake up in the morning, eddie’s arm sprawled across chest and volt’s head tucked into your neck, you think to yourself—this is home.

[neonbluehazardsign]

(hey, it's lightning scar anon) I am so happy you liked my idea, today I had a dream (date everything roots in my brain) abour this situation so I came up with an addition

Reader, who was strucked by the lightning, would feel pain while reseting the system (cuz if electricity flows in them, causing their scars glowing, it will flow in them in more painful way while doing the reset) and maybe, just maybe, they might faint. So imagine Eddie and Volt (who were prepared to confess their love to us) coming into backroom after a reset and finding unconscious reader (yep, angsty hurt/comfort is my mood)

i too have the roots in my brain anon, thank you for the excellent addition :]

you've been noticing the power fluctuations and the lights flickering lately. eddie won't tell you what's happening and volt just brushes it off, so you decide to take matters into your own hands.

the bar's busy tonight. soft, slow jazz music plays in the background, and the lights are dimmed to a warm glow--the perfect cover for your plan. eddie's busy serving drinks, and volt's directing the show, so you shouldn't have any problem. the weight of what you're doing hits you as you step into the closet where the breaker box is, closing the door behind you.

are they going to be mad at you? you're stepping past a pretty big boundary, one that isn't well-defined because they've hidden so much of the problem from you. the closer you get to the breaker box, the more something...buzzes in you. it's a strange sensation, something that feels like it's just under your skin. you shake it off, reaching for the front of the breaker box and swinging the panel open. light catches your eye, and you realize your scars are glowing.

you'd talked to eddie and volt before, asked what made the scars react like that. they didn't have an answer. but the light is nearly blinding, not like the soft glimmer that usually apears when you're near them.

when you grab the wires, a sharp jolt of pain flickers up your arm. you grit your teeth and keep going. it only gets worse and by the time you make your way to the center of the tangled wires, it feels like your arm is burning. you press your fingers into the metal eyelet, and sparks white out your vision. there's the acrid scent of something burning, paint blooming in your chest and--nothing.

when volt and eddie find you, passed out on the ground like that, something in them breaks. they sink to their knees, gather you into their arms with trembling hands. you're barely breathing. the guilt eats away at them. they should've kept an eye on you. should've told the truth. and now they don't even know if they'll get to tell you what they had planned to that night.

they love you.

[neonbluehazardsign]

hiiii <3 your poly eddie/reader/volt works are sooooo lovely i adore the hurt/comfort

i wanna request something fluffier tho if i may

what about reader who stims by biting/chewing on things and one day when theyre feeling criminally understimulated they just come up to volt or eddie and just... very gently chomps him?? or them doing this as a way of showing affection!

have a nice day <3

oh i love this, absolutely yes, thank you so much for this req!

I gave reader lip piercings too cus i just got my bottom lip pierced a couple days ago and keep irritating them because I need biting the backs.

Eddie & Volt x Gn! Reader

word count: 1,606

Content warnings: biting, stimming via biting your boyfriends

I feel I shouldn't need to say this but do not bite wires IRL.

The 3 times you bite your boyfriends (and the 1 time they bite back)

It's easy to fall into your two boys and adjust to the way they show their love. Volt in subtle touches, words that make your head spin. He is loud about the way he loves you and Eddie, even if Eddie's more quiet about it. You see it in the way Volt looks at him across the club while he's announcing the next act. With Eddie it’s different but you feel it no less. The soft smile he gives you when you enter the bar, the hand on your waist when you need to grab something and need the step ladder. This you could argue branches from the last incident where a ladder was involved but it gives you that warm feeling nonetheless.

When you’re in the club, and it’s packed he’s more reserved with his touches, only getting a quick accidental brush of fingers when he hands you your drink, or his hand brushing hair out of your face, pulling your bottom lip out from between your teeth when you were especially concentrated. When you were alone it was different usually, he’s more touchy, not like Volt is but, you’ll sit together in their little loft while Volt’s still asleep, you’ll be facing him in his lap with your legs wrapped around his waist, as close as you can be while he runs his hands through your hair as if he can’t believe you’re real.

It’s where you find yourself now actually. “I know you don’t technically have to eat but, do you want some breakfast? Before you have to work on opening?” You ask, he’s braiding and unbraiding a piece of your hair.

“No I’m okay. Just wanna sit here with you.” He says, you rest your head on his shoulder, enjoying the quiet, the peace, the soft hum of electricity that’s always there. Oh how lucky you were.

You lifted your head just slightly and without really thinking you nipped his shoulder. Not hard enough to hurt but enough that he could feel it. “Did you just..bite me?” He asks letting out a confused laugh, you nod biting the backs of your the piercings on your bottom lip to hide your smile. “Sorry should I not?” He shakes his head stifling his laughter to not wake the white haired man beside him.

“Not a bad thing spark just wasn’t what I was expecting.” He runs his fingers through your hair again as Volt yawns and shuffles in the bed, his eyes open and find yours and you swear the hum of electricity in the room increases just slightly, only for a moment before it’s gone again.

---

It doesn’t happen again for a good amount of days. Some nights you don’t wind up at the club, wrapped up in helping other objects in the house and running out of charges before you realize. But when you find yourself there one night it’s not as busy, there’s no maintenance to help with, there wasn’t even an act. It’s too quiet, and the lack of movement has you catching your teeth on the metal of your piercings. It’s not enough. By the time the bar closes you’ve paced the perimeter at least four timed, talked to Dorian, begged Eddie for something to do. Your teeth feel like they’re vibrating and it almost hurts you not to bite your nails. Volt sits next to you having chased out the last few stragglers wrapping his arm around your waist, your head falls dramatically with a sigh onto his other arm. He chuckles, “Bored live wire?”

Honestly you applaud yourself for the five seconds you restrained yourself. You bite his arm the same way you did Eddie a few days ago. Then again, then did kind of a fake gnawing before pulling your head up immediately better. He sputters, though he’s normally the smoothest man he seems caught off guard, “Not that I’m exactly mad about it my spark but..why?” You shrug.

“I can feel my heartbeat in my teeth. If I didn’t do something I was going to die.” He chuckles at this, “I’m serious!” You fall against him dramatically with a sigh as Eddie makes his way over.

You didn’t mention the fact that sometimes you looked at them and it was like you felt so much emotion for the boys you just wanted to squeeze them like a boa constrictor but would settle for just a little bite. Like right now as you were hugging Eddie and moved your head slowly to get in prime biting position before you heard him mumble, “Aht. Don’t even think about it.” Pushing your face away from his shoulder and neck. You wait, then lower your head slowly again only to get pushed again. It becomes a game of sorts, you know if he wanted you to stop he’d say and you would. You got a couple bites in before dissolving into laughter. “You’re so weird.” Eddie says, a chuckle leaving his throat. “Coming up tonight?” He asks as you sit back down. You shouldn’t, you want to. You don’t, you know Skylar needs a charge and the bots understand so you part for the night.

---

It's movie night, something that started without your knowledge. You sat between Volt's legs on the couch head resting on his shoulder while Eddie laid half asleep on the other side of him. You don't think you've seen either of your partners looking this content in awhile. You tried to pay attention. And you got through the first half! But the second half of the movie made you restless biting your tongue, bouncing your foot while you tried to keep yourself from going and finding something else to do or pulling out your phone.

Volts arm is slung across your chest, you study the fabric of his shirt focused on the threads and the bit of exposed skin at his wrist, you bite your lip pulling at the skin feeling the sting as you peel off the dried skin. You lean down, slow. He pushes your face back up. You lean again, push. You fidget in your place and he seems to realize what you were doing. He takes one of the bracelets on his wrist, one that matches your own as well as the necklace that Eddie kept tucked under his shirt at all times. It was made out of a thick piece of blue wire. You took a deep breath as you bit down on it, focusing more on the movie.

When you try to bite him again he doesn't stop you, the bracelet now on your own wrist you leaned down kissing his hand before biting his wrist. He chuckles lowly not wanting to disturb the others. You bite down again before pulling back up and trace patterns on his arm instead. When the credits roll you slide the bracelet back on his wrist and listen to him and Eddie bicker about him falling asleep.

"No I totally watched the whole thing I love..whatever movie that was." Eddie says, running a hand through his sleep mussed hair.

Volt sighs, "Sure Spark." He looks at you with a smile and mouths Feeling better?

You've never been better than you were here and now.

----

It had been a few days since you had realized the two of them.

you expected them to leave, pursue the things they wanted to, relish the freedom you'd given them. That's what everyone else had done.

There was a reason you had waited to do it.

But they didn't leave. And it was strange adjusting to living with them full time rather than seeing them once a day.

You sat in the kitchen watching Eddie cook dinner, when you found an opening you stood, wrapped your arms around him and kissed his jaw with a smile before burying your face in his shoulder. "Hello to you to Live wire." He says glancing at you, he's careful to turn himself in a way that will make it so you don't get popped by the grease from whatever he's making. You respond with a hum and a gentle bite to the shoulder.

When he's done he sets your plate down, calls Volt from the living room and turns you around with a look on his face that you couldn't quite get a read on.

His head hits your shoulder, you sway in the kitchen for a moment before. Bite.

"Did you just-?"

"Bite you? Yeah I did. Should I not have?" You shake your head no at his words, and he looks relieved.

"I'm supposed to bite you not the other way around." You give him a fake pout that he kisses off your face. Volt chuckles from the doorway.

"Am I interrupting?" He says pushing off the wall to hug you from behind. There's silence, nothing but the three of you enjoying the proximity. And then. Bite.

"You motherfucker." You mumble, he does it again, his teeth are sharper than Eddie's are and he's careful not to bite too hard. He knows you well enough to know how much pressure to use.

"Okay okay. Foods gonna get cold cut it out." Eddie pulls away and you giggle as you find your seat. You and Volt make eye contact across the table where you mouth, feel better? He nods shooting you a wink.

You think back to the first time you met them, that feeling you got deep in the pit of your stomach, it never went away, that fluttering you felt. Nor did the urge to bite them when they made you feel too many things.

this is all i could think of while writing this

I LOVE MY BOYFRIENDS WHO ARE ALSO BOYFRIENDS

m.list

[neonbluehazardsign]

look at their height difference

anyways volt who teases eddie for being shorter than him and eddie who just flushes red and looks away until one day when he snaps and pulls volt down by his collar to kiss him

[neonbluehazardsign]

AQUARIUM STAFF! EDDIE AND VOLT WOTH FTM! MERMAN READER THE BRAINWORMSSSS

(not sure if you wanted sfw or nsfw so i did both, nsfw below the cut)

SFW

you got separated from your pod and that’s how you ended up at the aquarium

they became friends with you quickly, you’re easy to get along with and you can speak some english so they can understand you

you’re a species of fish that can switch between sexes (like clownfish) so being trans is pretty normalized in your culture

volt thinks your top surgery scars are really cool, compares the ones he gets from handling other marine creatures to yours

eddie will have competitions with you like wrestling or swimming, he tries his hardest but you’re stronger than him every time

you give them shells and cool rocks and they give you trinkets and food that you wouldn’t be able to get normally 

NSFW

volt kisses you one day, and it only escalates from there

mermaid biology is different from human biology, you have a retractable tdick and can make it bigger or smaller depending on the situation 

it’s also a lot bigger than a humans, so you could probably fuck them if you wanted to

they have scratches on their backs from your claws from how hard you grip their shoulders

you’re a little possessive, you definitely bite them to make your claim on them

you have a forked tongue and have shoved it down their throats on more than one occasion 

[neonbluehazardsign]

Imagine reader has some sort of lightning scar (survived after being strucked by lightning) and when they are near Eddie and Volt the scar glows (cuz electricity).

I know it is kinda lame idea but still. Also love your works <3

ANON GET BACK HERE THIS IS NOT LAME THIS IS SO COOL WTF

anyways

reader got struck by lightning when they were younger, and it gave you a pretty big patch of lichtenberg figures (lightning scars) spreading across your back and swirling down your arm. you walk into this bar one day, wanting to relax a bit before you have to go home. it's a nice place--quiet jazz music, warm lights. Low chatter fills your ears as you take a seat at the bar. the bartender is conversing with another man, and they both turn to you as you sit down.

"you new here?" the bartender's tone is a bit blunt, but you give him a smile. "Yeah. it's a nice place." the other man extends a hand to you, his voice warm "well, it's always nice to have--" his tone trails off as he stares down at your hand.

your scars, the ones you got years ago, are glowing bright blue.

[neonbluehazardsign]

eddie watches volt from his spot behind the bar—his infectious grin, the way he can capture the attention of everyone in the room and hold it. soft jazz is playing, the sound comforting and warm.

the only thing he can think about is how horrible it is to be in love. in love with someone he created, someone who was only supposed to be a temporary solution.

someone who grew into his own person. someone who isn’t just a copy and paste of eddie.

eddie would give anything to change the circumstances, he thinks. maybe they could meet at a coffee shop, warm cinnamon-scented air cradling them as they talk. or at a park, where their dogs run to each other, tails wagging and tongues lolling out. 

or maybe at a bar just like this, volt’s electric grin catching eddie’s eyes where he stands at the edge of the room. his grip sure as he twirls volt, his fingers curling around his collar as he pulls him into a heated kiss.

maybe they could have that reality, in a world where eddie’s hands aren’t bruised and shaking. where he didn’t have to experience the agony of ripping a part of himself out. where volt could have been his own person. 

his face is wet from silent tears, and he turns back to his drink, running a rough hand across his face. eddie watches as volt spins around, and he wonders what he would’ve given to make their love work.

nothing. he knows because of how volt is with him. how he loves too openly. a warm hand against his chest, muttered praises against skin. he gets what he needs, and that’s it.

eddie’s in love with him, and he hates every second of it.

[neonbluehazardsign]

small drabble i made featuring (implied) autistic eddie

Eddie leans back against the brick wall, scrubbing a hand roughly against his face and exhaling. His chest feels too tight. His hands shake as he searches his pockets for a cigarette, his fingers stilling when they don’t brush up against the familiar chill of his lighter. 

“Fuck.” He closes his eyes in defeat, head falling back against the wall. It’s not the end of the world—he can buy another one—but he needs this. He needs the buzzing in his brain and the tremble in his hands to disappear, and the smoke is the only thing that gives him that. He’s about to go inside, back to the crowds and too-loud music, when the scuff of boots on concrete stops him. 

Eddie freezes when another man steps around the corner, leaning back against the wall like him. Despite himself, Eddie studies the stranger. He’s pretty, long white hair and sharp eyes and lips that Eddie would love to kiss—“Excuse me?” Eddie startles, looking over at the man. He’s—oh. He’s holding out his lighter. “Would you like to use it?” Eddie looks up at him. He seems genuine enough, a small smile curving his lips, so Eddie takes it. 

He lights his cigarette, flips the dial up and the cap down and hands it back to the man. “It’s quieter out here, isn’t it?” the stranger comments, studying the way Eddie exhales smoke. “Yeah. It’s…nice,” he mumbles, not sure why this man’s so invested in him. He isn’t used to this. “I’m Volt.” The man smiles, as if he knows what Eddie’s thinking about.

Briefly, he feels a flicker of pride that he managed to get his name.

“I’m Eddie.”