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I hate them both /platonic

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"The Blame."

"Grief is all I have left of you, so yes. I do hold onto it." - Unknown ~~~ Eddie x Volt x Avory Chapter 1: "Someone You Don't Know." Rating- M for Mature Content Warnings- Major Depression, PTSD, Overconsumption of Alcohol(Please drink responsibly), blood, minor injury Word Count- 9,785 AGAIN!!! SPOILERS FOR VOLT AND EDDIE'S HATE ENDING!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! Song One: "Bellyache by Billie Eilish." Song Two: "Free from KPOP Demon Hunters." ~~~

Chapter Two: Don't Suffer Alone.

T minus six days before her next trip to the Breaker Box to attempt open mic and mentally prepare herself for seeing Volt and Eddie again. She had six days. There was a lot that could be done in six days to prepare. For instance! Pulling her guitar out of the closet and trying to figure out what exactly she was going to play before completely giving up on the idea of an acoustic song or cover. With a groan she set her guitar on the ground next to the couch and sank into the cushions, a small smile tugging on her lips as she felt Koa’s cushions squeeze her in a hug and Mateo draped the blanket that rested on the back of the couch onto her shoulders just the way she liked it. “Thank you, boys.” she sighed as she looked up at the ceiling. “I don’t know why I’m stressing out so much about this…It’s not like they’re going to pelt me with over ripe tomatoes if I sing something they don’t like.” She rubbed her face with her hand before leaning forwards and grabbing the Dateviators off the coffee table and putting them on, Koa giving her shoulders a squeeze as he pulled her into his lap and Mateo laid down with his head on her stomach, lightly rubbing his cheek against the soft pudge of her abdomen.

“I can’t believe I let those three talk me into doing open mic.” Avory groaned as she ran her fingers through Mateo’s fluffy hair. “I mean, the songs I usually sing don't fit the vibe of the club at all!” She said as she threw the hand that was buried in Mateo’s hair into the air in a show of exasperation. Her smile returned at the combined chuckle and laughter from Koa and Mateo. 

“Johnny's cat wailing doesn't fit the vibe of the Breaker Box either, firestarter.” Dante pointed out from where he leaned against the chimney. “What! You know it's true!” He said quickly in defense when Avory twisted around to shoot him a half hearted glare of disapproval. 

“Just because it might be true doesn't mean it needs to be said, Dante! He's gotten better and is continuing to improve.” She pointed out while twirling the ends of Mateo’s hair between her thumb and index finger. “Just like I've gotten better with pickup lines and the art of the pickup!” She added. 

“You're naturally gifted with the art of the pickup! Johnny's…well…he's Johnny.” Dante countered. 

“I look naturally gifted because I had an amazing teacher-” she started before the power flickered and went out for a second before coming back on. 

The four of them sat in silence before Avory untangled herself from Mateo and Koa and headed for the office, pulling off her glasses when the three of them began to tell her to come back to the living room. She grabbed Tony from where he sat next to Dasha and made her way upstairs. He was quiet until he seemed to realize just exactly where they were going and it was then that he started to rattle and make noise in her hand. 

“Ease up, Tone. I'm going to check on the two of them first. I know better than to do uninvited repairs after a power outage." She reassured with a light pat of his lid before setting him down on the ground outside the closet and opening the door. Without a second(or perhaps even a first) thought she put the glasses on and watched as the Breaker Box materialized in front of her. The open sign was turned but there was lack of music coming from inside that signaled that the light had just turned on. Which meant she had roughly twenty minutes before the regulars showed up to figure out what was going on with the power to the house. 

“Avory! Our first customer of the day! What can I get for you today?” Volt asked as he crossed the floor in three long strides, his smile faltering as she held up a single finger. 

“Before I mess with the living room breaker and make sure everything is snug I wanted to ask you if you knew what happened.” She said calmly with a no nonsense tone as she looked up into his silver eyes. Surprise flickered through his eyes before his own walls went back up. 

“Whatever do you mean?” He asked with a smile as he played dumb, herding her over to the bar where he took a seat. 

She remained standing. 

“I mean the lights flickered and then the power for the living room went out for fifteen seconds before coming back on. That's not normal. Not normal at all. I know you and Eddie do everything you can to keep the house running and random power loss on a clear sunny day to a single room isn't normal. Please. I don't want bullshit. I don't want whatever display this is. I need truth and honesty from either one of you so I can head off a problem before it spirals out of control.” Avory stated, motioning with her hand at Volt when she told him she didn't want theatrics. 

The two men were silent as they stared at her, Volt starting to bristle as the overwhelming urge to defend Eddie began to bubble up in his throat. But before he could say anything snarky or cruel, Eddie spoke. 

“The breaker tripped because the wire has started to rust. I tried rerouting the power to the kitchen breaker as a temporary fix but it shorted.” Eddie said as he rounded the corner, drying his hands with a rag. “You know how to work on a breaker box?” He asked with his arms crossed over his chest, rag still clutched in his hands. 

“I had an excellent teacher.” Avory said with a nod. 

“We'll see.” Eddie retorted as he grabbed a tool box. “Come on.” He said before Volt could argue and protest. 

The two walked in thick, heavy silence settling between them as Eddie opened the door for the back room where his side of controls for the house's electricity was. With crossed arms he stood off to the side and watched as Avory grabbed the voltage reader from his tool box and found where the power overload was and flipped the breaker off for that room and rechecked the heat from the wires and worked her way until she found the source of the overload. They worked in pure silence as she slowly rewired the good wires and replaced the bad ones bit by bit. Eddie's eyes were glued to her hands and she could feel the weight of Volt’s stare on the back of her head by the time she was finished. She wiped her forehead with the back of her arm before looking at her handywork. “I'm flipping the breaker back on.” She warned the two as she looked over at Eddie who was looking over at her work. There was a muted look of shock in his eyes, his lips pressed thin as he recognized his style of work in hers. He met her eyes and nodded once, still not saying anything to her. 

With a deep breath in she turned the breaker back on and took a small back in case there was an arc. She knew there wouldn't be but it was always good to exercise a healthy amount of caution when dealing with electricity. When nothing sparked, popped, or exploded, Volt finally spoke. 

“Where did you learn to do that?” Volt asked in a tone that was curious yet guarded. 

“Like I said; I had an excellent teacher.” Avory said as she carefully put the tools back into the tool bag and zipped it closed before grabbing the straps and lifting the bag off the ground and handing it to Eddie's waiting hand. “I know you guys are used to doing stuff alone. Used to not getting help, not asking for help.” She continued as she turned to look at both of them. “I'm not expecting you to suddenly come to me anytime a breaker flips or a circuit shorts, but I want to help. I want to help you. Both of you. I want to see this club, this house, and you both flourish and succeed. I don't want either of you to burn yourselves out more than you have already. Everything is not fine as you claim it is, Volt. It hasn't been fine for a while, and that's not either of your faults. If it's anyone's fault it's my grandfather's for not regularly doing maintenance on the breaker box and my fault for not learning how to take care of one- take care of you and Eddie until now.” She continued, her tone even and calm as she maintained eye contact with Volt, watching his body language closely for any changes in it. He had always been the more expressive of the two. A blessing and a curse in some aspects. 

Wiping her hands off on her sweatpants she looked over at Eddie. “How are you feeling after that repair?” She asked gently, her eyes quickly scanning him over for any signs of distress or discomfort. 

Eddie met her eyes, uncertainty swirling in them. He stared at her for a few seconds before his shoulders shrugged up and down. “Fine. Better.” he said shortly before he and his tool bag left, Volt moving wordlessly out of Eddie’s way before he moved back to where he had been standing before. The two silently stared at each other before he too stepped out of the maintenance room, standing off to the side as Avory exited and closed the door with a firm click before the two walked over to the bar where Eddie was mixing three drinks. The open sign had been turned off and the door was locked, a sign stating that the club was closed for maintenance.

Avory sat down on a stool while Volt sat two stools down, both quietly thanking Eddie for the drinks. None of them seemed to want to break the silence, to ask the questions that hung in the air. Avory didn’t want to think of an answer that would make sense if they started asking for more details about how she really knew how to fix the issue with the fuse and breakers or why her style nearly mirrored Eddie’s style of repair. But eventually the silence would have to be broken. “Why are you really trying so hard to help?” Eddie asked bluntly as he stared down into the surface of his drink as Volt stared at the side profile of Avory’s face as she too stared into the surface of her drink, index finger tracing the rim slowly and methodically. “To right a wrong.” She said simply as she stared at the dissolving foam. At the cherry that seemed to mock her, tempting her to take a drink. A drink that would only lead to Farya being summoned to the club. “Many wrongs.” she added after swallowing thickly. Images flashed in her mind of the way the two regarded her with such hatred, such contempt. “You guys…You don’t deserve to suffer alone. You don’t deserve to suffer.”

A sharp and harsh barking laugh left Eddie as he finally looked at her. “And what would you know of suffering?” he asked harshly. He almost reeled back at the sudden flush of anger that filled Avory’s eyes and made her cheeks turn red. Almost. “Normally I’d give you an answer to that question, but I’ve learned through past sufferings that Volt will be at my throat faster than an arc can jump.” she said coldly as she stood up from her stool and walked to the locked doors of the club, twisting the overly complicated lock open on the first try and left without a second look behind her. Leaving behind two confused men who were staring at the now closed doorway as if it had just made a horribly corny joke.

They sat in silence for several minutes, neither quite sure what to say about what had just happened. Eddie looked down at her untouched drink and swore softly to himself as he grabbed it and picked the cherry out of it and threw the damned fruit away. “Fucking idiot.” he muttered to himself as he stared at the drink like it had insulted his non-existent mother. “You are not a-” Volt immediately began to try and chastise him before he was cut off by Eddie slamming his fist into the bartop. “I am! She just fucking saved me hours of work, saved you from pain for the upcoming days and not only did I treat her like she was the problem but I made her fucking drink wrong!” he snapped before the glass went sailing through the air and shattered on the wall near the stage, glass landing on the floor and liquid dripped down the wall. Volt didn’t say anything for a minute as he studied Eddie, the way his eyes looked like a thunderstorm, the way his shoulders heaved and shuddered as he fought to regulate his emotions. The lights flickered in the club before he finally managed to calm down, shame replacing the thunder that once swirled in his grey depths.

“Apologize to her when she next comes in. Apologize and mean it. Honesty seems to be the key with getting our little Livewire to open up and relax around us. And hopefully she’ll open up enough to tell us more about the sufferings she has been forced to endure.” Volt’s velvety voice rumbled as he stood up from his stool and came around the back of the bar, hands finding their place on his waist, chin resting on his shoulder. “If she even comes back.” Eddie muttered bitterly. “I will clean up. Go rest, dearest.” he murmured while pressing a kiss to Eddie’s cheek, a smile curling on his lips as he felt the tense and wound up male in his arms relax and nod in silent agreement.

The Dateviators were ripped off as soon as she saw Tony’s concerned face enter her peripheral. She didn’t want to deal with him. With anyone. She was too mad. Mad at herself. At Eddie. At Volt. She angrily stripped and flopped onto her bed, tossing the pink shades onto the nightstand before she rolled onto her back and let out a banishy like scream that turned into nonsensical sobs that only died down when she fell asleep. Hair sweaty, skin sticky, and chest heaving. Five days until the open mic.

Reggie hadn’t paid her an unwanted visit so she knew Volt and Eddie didn’t hate her. At least not yet. She stood with her hands braced on the edge of the sink as she stared out her kitchen window, Dateviators perched on the top of her head as she listened to the coffee machine hum and whir. She had slept in late that morning. She wasn’t sure if Timothy had even tried to wake her up after her melt down the previous afternoon but if he hadn’t she’d have to thank him whenever she felt ready enough to put the glasses on. She found herself humming what was at first a nonsensical series of tunes and rhythms before it began to morph into something that made sense as she began to tap her left index finger on the porcelain of Sinclaire.

”Sittin’ all alone. Mouth full of gum, in the driveway. My friends aren’t far, in the back of my car lay their bodies.” she sang as she watched the leaves sway and dance in the breeze. ”Where’s my mii-iii-iiind? Where’s my mii-iii-iind?” She continued, making it a point to ignore the dozens of eyes that she could feel but not see as she moved to grab her coffee when it was done brewing and added the perfect amount of creamer and sugar before she began to move over to the stove to make something of substance for breakfast.

”They’ll be here pretty soon. Lookin’ through my room, for the money.” She opened the fridge and grabbed two eggs from the cartoon along with a pack of maple cured bacon she had delivered from her latest online grocery order. ”I’m bitin’ my nails, I’m too young to go to jail. It’s kinda funny.” Stefan watched off to the side as Avory grabbed a nonstick pan and set it on his burner before she grabbed the bottle of olive oil she kept near the cook top. Not close enough to accidentally knock over but still close enough to quickly grab. Freddy wordlessly closed his doors as he and the others watched on. It was all they could do with her refusing to put the Dateivators on. Watch. And listen.

”Where’s my miiiind? Where’s my miiiind?” she continued as the stove clicked a few times before the spark caught and the fire came to life under the pan. ”Where’s my miiind? Where’s my miiiind?” She grabbed a plate down from the cabinet and set it delicately on the counter before closing the wooden door with the same amount of care, her foot still tapping on the floor as she kept her timing while she cooked. ”Maybe it’s in the gutter where I left my lover. What an expensive fake. My V is for vendetta, thought I’d feel better. But now I got a bellyache.” she sang with a bitter eyeroll while cracking one egg into the pan and then the next. ”Everything I do, the way I wear my noose…like a necklace. I wanna make them scared, like I could be anywhere. Like I’m reckless.” She set a lid slightly askew on the pan as she grabbed two slices of bread and popped them into the toaster and pushed down the lever.

”I lost my miiiind….I don’t miiiiind….Where’s my miiiiind? Where’s. My. Mind?” She got the butter and jam from the fridge, popping the door close with her hip as she set the containers on the counter and walked over to the other side of the kitchen to get a knife and fork out of the cutlery drawer. ”Maybe it’s in the gutter, where I left my lover. What an expensive fake. My V is for Vendetta, thought I’d feel better. But now I got a bellyache.” she finished, letting her words hang in the air as she listened to the faint popping of the oil and eggs in the pan before she lifted the lid and slid the eggs onto her plate, wiping up the extra oil in the pan before putting five slices of bacon into the pan and sealing the bag back up and putting it back into the fridge just as the toast popped up. 

Soon she was sitting at the table with her actually decent and not burnt breakfast, doomscrolling on social media as she slowly ate her breakfast. After a few minutes of this however she stopped eating and stared at the wall straight ahead of her. “Would you guys be offended if I kept the Dateviators off today?” she asked the seemingly empty air. A series of quick rattles, clanks, and the popping of the fire was her answer. “Thank you.” she said a little more softly than she had before. Soon her breakfast was finished and the dishes in the dishwasher and she was on her way to the office to stare at the screen of her monitor for several hours without moving before she moved to the couch and mindlessly watched whatever shitty reality TV show Telly put on to try and distract her from the maelstrom that was her mind. She had her days like this. Sometimes they stretched on into weeks or even months and it was only now that she fully realized that the entire house had a routine and plan of action for when these days happened.

It made her feel fucking useless. Like a burden. She used to go to Eddie and Volt in the past on these days, sit at her table and nurse a few drinks before being served water or soda for the rest of night as they each took turns checking on her. But they weren’t there for her now to do that. She couldn’t go up there. Not yet. Not when her own emotions were still so mixed and dangerous. She didn’t want- didn’t need Volt to feed off of her emotions or misinterpret anything she said as an attack on Eddie.

She hadn’t even realized the Dateivator’s had slipped down her head and onto her face until she felt the familiar and comforting weight of Davi in her lap. The tassel hound wagging his tail as she began to run her fingers from the top of his head down his spine, mindlessly repeating this pattern as she continued to stare blankly at the TV screen. None of the living room objects dared to even move now when they realized the Dateviators had fallen into place on her nose. Avory sat there until the sun began to sink below the horizon and it was then that she took off the pink shades again and walked upstairs, not even casting a single glance over in the direction of the electrical closet as she landed on the bed, face down. And silently let the tears soak the pillowcase below her face.

Four days until open mic night. She sat in the center of her bed as she strummed slowly on the strings of her guitar, repeating the same cords over and over and over again as she stared at the wall between her two closets. Her chest ached, stomach gnawed at her ribs. Her eyes were heavy and mind slow. She knew she was wearing the Dateviators thanks to the rosy hue that her room had been bathed in, but she didn’t see any of the bedroom objects. Or if she did see them she didn’t acknowledge any of them.

After another three hours of this, Celia called a house meeting downstairs in the kitchen. She stood by the large bay window behind the two armchairs with her arms folded behind her back as she did a silent head count of all the household objects before they narrowed. “Where is Volt and Eddie?” she asked calmly, her voice cutting through the thick and tense silence like a freshly sharpened knife. A low murmur went through the crowd as heads turned and moved to see if they were just hiding in the back of the crowd, but when that turned out to not be the case Tony began to walk towards the staircase. “I’ll get ‘em, Mayor.” he promised with a respectful tip of his hard hat before jogging up the stairs, ignoring Stella’s noises of protest as he took them two steps at a time. His steps faltered as the soft strumming of Avory’s guitar greeted him halfway up the stairs. But he fully stopped when he saw Volt and Eddie both standing a few feet away from her door. “Ah! Just the two strays I was lookin’ for! C’mon, Mayor Celia is waiting for you two down in the livin’ room.” he said with a cheerful smile. A smile that faded when the strumming of the guitar stopped and the soft creak of Avory’s bedframe as she got up and soundlessly walked over to the door and opened it.

It had been only two days since she left the Breaker Box in a storm of anger and she looked like absolute shit. Her hair was an unbrushed mess, undereye bags dark. Her nail polish chipped and fingers bleeding from strumming on her strings without a pick for nearly twelve hours straight. The dead eye stare she gave Volt, Eddie, and Tony was…unsettling to say the least. No one spoke as her eyes shifted between the three outside her door, her blood smearing on the wood as she finally moved into the hall and pulled the door shut behind her, her fingers running along the wooden surface before she went downstairs and into the kitchen, ignoring the three sets of footsteps that followed her down. The living room went silent at the sounds of people coming down the stairs, a few people peeking their heads into the hall to see who it was coming down. Volt and Eddie wordlessly entered the living room while Tony followed Avory into the kitchen. Silence continued to stretch on in the room as Avory moved around the kitchen, smearing blood on every surface she touched while she got a whiskey glass out of the alcohol cart and a bottle of whiskey. Setting the two items on the top of the cart she went over to the coffee maker and got her vanilla syrup and then drifted over to the fridge to get a bottle of lemon juice out along with her heavy cream and 2%. 

She didn’t even jump when a warm hand carefully took everything out of her hands and guided her to the kitchen table where Tyrell and Farya cleaned her hands and wrapped her fingers. She silently stared at Eddie’s back as he made her drink for her. “Pumpkin, what was that song your gram used to sing to you when you were sad?” Betty asked gently as she came up behind Avory and tried to brush out the knots in her hair. “I don’t want to sing.” Avory muttered. “I want to get drunk and forget everything.” “What are you trying to forget, sweet thing?” Betty soothed as she untangled one knot and began on another. “I know you don’t want to forget everything, so what is it that you’re trying to forget the most?” She continued to stare at Eddie’s back as he began to make the foam for her whiskey sour. Her shoulders slumping slightly as her mind grew heavier and heavier. “Are you trying to forget whatever boy has had you cryin’ almost every night for the last couple of months?” Betty asked softly as she tried to kickstart the conversation that needed to be had.

A silent shake of the head. “I don’t want to talk about this right now, Betty.” she muttered while taking the glass when Eddie offered it to her. “Thank you, Eddie.” she murmured without looking at him, taking a long and slow drink of the whiskey sour. Was this the best thing to be drinking on an empty stomach? Probably not. But she didn’t care. “You’re welcome, Avory. I wanted to-” Eddie said with a small shake of his head before stopping when she raised a hand for silence. “Don’t.” she said thickly. “Just…don’t. I can’t deal with the guilt of being given apologies I don’t deserve today.” she muttered, finishing her drink  in record time. Instead of letting him make her a new drink she stood up and shuffled over to the bar cart and poured straight whiskey into the glass and stared out the window as she nursed the glass of warm amber. “I’ll go back upstairs so you can have your house meeting.” she muttered, grabbing the bottle of whiskey and walking over to the stairs, Dorian coming out of the living room and standing in front of her. The two stared at each other in silence before Dorian knelt down and picked her up like she was a small child and carried her upstairs, her head resting on his shoulder as she stared at the base of the steps where Hoove and Timothy were looking up at her. She closed her eyes and let Dorian carry her back to her room.

Three days until open mic night. All the curtains were closed in the house and not a single light was on as Avory moved through the downstairs, going to the fridge for a glass of water to soothe the migraine that was making her head spin with every small noise. Popping some Advil and chasing it with water she grabbed a banana and stood over the trashcan and peeled it. “Here you are, Cam.” she murmured as she dropped the yellow skin into the empty bag before breaking it into pieces and slowly eating it while standing over the trash can in case she got full or her stomach decided to forcefully expel all of its contents. But thankfully neither happened and she finished the banana. Her migraine had become a soft throb behind her eyes that faded away to just a small ache in the back of her head after she took a long, hot shower.

She hummed softly as she pulled her clean laundry out of the dryer before she finally thought of the song she was going to sing, smiling a little at the pile of clean clothes in her plastic non-Harper hamper. “Clarence, I have an idea.” she declared calmly as she carried the plastic basket on her hip and up the stairs, pretending to not feel the dozens of eyes on her as she went back into her room. “Everyone who isn’t Clarence: Out. You too, Hector.” she said as she set the basket on the foot of her bed and grabbed the Dateviators from her nightstand and put them on. Much to her relief everyone had left when she asked them to, Dorian included. Clarence was sitting next to the basket of clean clothes, helping her to fold them as he waited for her to share whatever idea she had. “I would like you to sing with me at the Breaker Box’s open mic night.”

Open mic night. The last two days had been spent practicing and practicing and practicing the song the surprise duo was going to sing. Clarence was relieved to not be back in the laundry room so soon with Harper, and Avory was relieved to have finally picked out a song.

The Breaker Box was as slow as it had been last week on Tuesday much to Avory’s relief. She wore a long overcoat over her outfit, keeping it hidden until it was time for her and Clarence to take the stage, her mp3 in hand for Volt to hook up to the speaker system when the time came. “Avory! Clarence!” Volt’s voice rang out as the tall male made his way over to the two as they both entered the club. Clarence wasn’t wearing a long overcoat but his outfit was hidden under his usual attire, the male looking over at Volt and giving him a smile. “Hello, Volt! Glad to see the Breaker Box is as lively and welcoming as it was the last time I was here!” he smiled as he did the weird handshake and back clap guys did with Volt when he got close enough. “And we are glad to have you back! And you’ve brought Avory!” Volt grinned, turning that radiant smile of his to Avory, the woman giving him a small almost embarrassed smile as the memories of her last trip to the Breaker Box went down. “More like she brought me.” Clarence said as he pulled away from Volt and wrapped an arm around Avory’s shoulders. “Asked me to sing with her tonight.” he added, not seeming too offended when Avory gently shrugged his arm off of her shoulders as she stepped forward to hand Volt the mp3 player.

“I hope you don’t mind.” She said with a small, hesitant smile. She was trying to get a feel on Volt after her mini outburst the other day. He didn’t meet her at the door and kick her out, which was a plus and he did seem genuinely happy to see her standing next to Clarence when the two walked in. “Of course not! Duets help to bring soul to a song, to give it depth. To sing two sides of the story at once!” Volt beamed as he whisked her over to the bar and away from a bewildered Clarence who started to follow after the two before he was pulled away by Betty and Amir, the two wanting to catch up with him after he had been in the laundry room with Harper for so long.

Avory put up little fight as Volt guided her to a seat at the bar that was away from the main hustle and bustle of the club, her eyes moving between him and Eddie when the dark haired male walked down to join them at their end of the bar with an already made drink in his hand. “How are the repairs holding?” She blurted out when she saw Volt open his mouth to speak out of the corner of her eye, her eyes fixed on Eddie as she looked to him for the answer. He blinked at the rudeness of her question and the intensity of it. “They’re holding up well. There’s been a small flux here and there but nothing too alarming.” Eddie said with a small shrug as he set her glass down in front of her. She finally looked away from him and down to the drink in front of her. “This isn’t a whiskey sour.” she commented as she grabbed the glass and looked down at the pink liquid in the glass. “A cosmo?” she looked back up at Eddie and tilted her head a little. “Bev said you like fruity drinks. Look, if you don’t want it I can throw it out-” he began to reach for the drink in her hand before she reeled back like he had burned her hand, drink clutched protectively against her chest. “No! I’ll drink it! I just wasn’t expecting you to change what I got.” she said a little sharply before her expression immediately softened. “Sorry, I don’t mean to come off as ungratefu-” she started before the clicking of Volt’s tongue next to her ear stopped her.

“What was it that you said to Eddie the other day? Oh, yes. ‘You can’t deal with the guilt of apologies you don’t deserve.’ He doesn’t need an apology, if anything he needs to offer you one, hmm?” Volt hummed as he shot his partner a stern and firm look out of the corner of his eye. With a soft groan Eddie let his shoulders slump and hands rest on the counter. “I’m sorry for being a complete and total dick last week when you helped to fix the breakers. It was uncalled for and…And in all reality I’m grateful you were stubborn enough to help us, even though we were trying to give you the boot. And you came back.” He started off somewhat collected before he began to ramble, his hands jerking back and forth on the counter as he spoke, only stilling when Avory reached across the bar and placed a warm hand over his rough one. “I came back.” She echoed softly as she pulled her hand off of his now that he was grounded and focused again, sitting back down on her stool seemingly unaware of Volt’s foot on the lower bar of it to keep it from tipping over when she leaned over the counter. “It’s going to take more than you being a douche bag to drive me away.” she said with a smile to show she was joking. “It takes a lot in general for me to give up on one of you guys.” she continued as she swirled her drink lightly in the glass before bringing it to her lips and using it as an excuse to think of what she’d say next. “Well, it didn’t take a lot for me to give up on Rebel…I know there’s more to her than she’s letting on, but she’s just so…”

“Gross?” “Crude?” they both supplied at the same time, Volt now having a glass of water in his hand as Eddie leaned on the counter. “Perverted. I mean, it’s one thing to be hypersexual; Sophia is a perfect example of that. But Rebel…It’s like she started off doing it as a joke but it’s just spiraled out of control.” Avory said with a shrug of her shoulders. Amps, she was starting to get hot. The sooner she and Clarence did their piece the better. She did not feel like sweating to death in her breaker box tonight. “Sophia has an off switch. If Rebel has one it’s probably up her ass.” Eddie let out a short laugh while Volt choked on his drink next to her, water spraying onto her cheek and neck. “Shit- I am so sorry, Avory.” Volt immediately apologized as Eddie grabbed a fistful of napkins and set them on the counter. “It’s alright, Volt.” She said with a shake of her head as she grabbed a couple of napkins and began to dab at her cheek and ear where the water was annoying her the most. She was so focused making sure no water got in her ear she didn’t feel Volt gently moving her hair back so he could dab up the water on her neck.

Without even thinking, she was up and out of her stool so quick that her foot got caught on one of the rungs which sent both her and the stool careening towards the ground. Her hands reached out for the edge of the bar in an attempt to catch herself and as her fingers gripped the edge of it a warm hand was placed onto her back and pushed her forward and upright at the same time Volt brought a foot down on the bottom bar of the stool, shooting her into his chest. Her forehead connected with his chin as the rest of her full forced body slammed into him, an arm coming around her and holding her securely as his other hand gripped the edge of the bar so he didn’t go backwards from the unexpected weight that had been launched into his chest at Mach-Avory.

The sweet smell of ozone hit her nose and out of pure reflex, out of pure habit…She relaxed fully into Volt’s chest. She quickly snapped out of it however and pulled away from his chest but wasn’t able to go much further than that on account of his arm around her waist. “Are you alright, Avory?” Volt asked with a surprising gentleness in his voice as he studied her face for any signs of discomfort or pain. “I’m alright.” she said with a nod, suddenly painfully aware of how close their faces were. Green met silver.

Her lips were slightly parted, a flush dusting her cheeks as she gazed into his eyes. If he had a heart it would be in his throat. There’s something in her eyes, something just below the surface that’s refusing to break above water. Something on the tip of her tongue. He can see it from the way she swallows, her labored breathing. He moved his arm so he wasn’t holding her in an one armed embrace and instead his hand was now on her waist as he and Eddie both carefully returned her stool back to the proper position, his hand slowly and naturally pulling away from her waist the further she got from him. He found himself missing the feeling of her under his hand and against his chest. Silver met tungsten.

Eddie had one hand on the very back of her stool as he helped Volt guide it back to where it was supposed to be. His hand brushed against her back when he pulled it away from the seat, his throat closing slightly when she leaned back towards him as if she was chasing his touch. Her reaction to being so close to Volt was expected, predictable almost. Volt just had that effect on people. They never chased after Eddie, never wanted him. “You sure you’re okay? Your foot got stuck on the stool rung.” he asked while pulling the rag out of his pocket and wiping up the spilled cosmopolitan that had gotten knocked over in the chaos. Tungsten refused to meet green. Refused to meet silver.

His eyes darted from the counter and to his hand when he felt two fingers gently press on the back of his hand. Avory carefully took the rag from him and adjusted her position until her eyes met his. “I’m okay, Eddie. I’m a tough one. I’m sorry for knocking over the drink, but from what I was able to have it was delicious. Made perfectly.” she reassured with a gentle smile. This…This was such a sharp contrast to how she had been last week when here, or even a couple days ago. “I’ll have a new one ready for you once you and Clarence are done with your set.” he said, reaching out slightly to take the rag back from her, only to watch her pass it to Volt who carried on wiping up the mess. “Once I’m done with my set I’m heading to bed. I have to meet Holly at the asscrack of dawn.” she declined with a slight shake of her head. “But thank you. Really.” Her voice was soft, her eyes warm. Her smile genuine. Something tickled in the back of his mind but it was gone before he could try and figure out what had caused it. “The next time you come by, the drink is on me.” Eddie stated as he walked behind the counter once more and to the other end to make drinks for the other club goers. Tungsten ignores silver and green.

They both watched as Eddie walked back to the other end of the bar, Avory palming Volt a twenty without the dark haired male seeing the exchange of currency. “I suppose I should find Clarence and wrangle him backstage.” Avory said after a few minutes of surprisingly comfortable silence. Her mask was back up, but it wasn’t as opaque as it was before. It was lowered just for them. Only for them. Silver met green.

“I’ll find him, Avory, don’t worry about tracking him down.” He said with a shake of his head while standing up and offering his hand to her. “I do look forward to hearing the piece you’ve chosen to sing.” he added as she took his extended hand into hers. The contact caused a small zap to pass through them both, an angry throb starting on her shoulder and traveling down her back before wrapping around her ribs made her tense a little. Volt moved to remove his hand from hers at the wince but stopped when her fingers wrapped around his wrist. “It’s alright…I just wasn’t expecting the zap. I should have expected it, given that you’re the electricity that flows through my house.” Avory reassured him, her shoulders relaxing as she saw the relief flicker through Volt’s eyes. “Yes, that is something that’s easy to slip the mind, isn’t it?” he asked with a playful smile, letting her pull her hand away. “On occasion.” She retorted with a playful shrug of nonchalantance. “It’s easy to forget at times…” she said in a more somber tone as they walked through the crowd. When they got to the curtain that hid the stairs to get backstage, Volt spoke. “Avory-”

“Livewire.” she cut him off as she looked over at him. “You can call me Livewire.” It was impossible to not smile at the look of accomplishment that made him puff up slightly with pride. “Livewire, I am honored to know that you feel comfortable around me to know that you forget that I’m electric in almost every sense of the word. And I swear to you that I will never betray that trust.” he promised, taking her hand and pressing a kiss to her knuckles.

”I knew I shouldn’t have let you in…What the fuck do you know? Get out! GET THE FUCK OUT!” ”He said LEAVE!” ”No more warnings…Don’t let me find you around here again.”

The smile she gave was a little more shaky than the last, her throat tightening as those angry, hate filled words swirled around her head. “And I swear to you that I won’t betray your trust. Yours or Eddie’s.” She promised softly as she gave his hand a squeeze before letting go and walking through the curtain and up the four steps to the wider space where extra equipment was stored for the performers. She avoided the third step and pulled off her jacket and set it on a dusty speaker before touching up her hair and making sure everything looked alright.

She heard the curtain shift and the sounds of two footsteps coming up the steps and turned around. “Be careful of the third step, it’s loose.” Both she and Volt said at the same time, the two making eye contact over Clarence’s shoulder before she broke it and stood off to the side as Clarence peeled off his outer layers to reveal his outfit under his clothes. She was wearing a burgundy halter top that nearly matched her hair, the scoop neck cut of the top not revealing much of her cleavage just the very tops of it, a matching flowy skirt that stopped at her mid thighs, and the same pair of small pumps she had worn her time at the club. Clarence was wearing a grey dress shirt under his jacket along with his usual red capris. She pretended like she didn’t feel Volt’s eyes glued on her as she gave Clarence’s hair a small tussle, making sure everything was to his standards before she looked over at Volt. “We’re ready.” she said with a small smile.

”Take take take. That’s all everyone in this ungrateful house ever does!”

Avory closed her eyes as Volt went on stage to announce them, not even opening them when Clarence wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her into his side. “Hey, it’s okay. We got this. It’s a small crowd today and at this point we could sing this damn song in our sleep.” He reassured her, clearly thinking that her sudden change in attitude was because of a last minute case of stage fright. It wasn’t, but he didn’t need to know that. “You’re right…We got this.” Avory said while smiling up at the male before focusing on the sound of Volt’s voice.

“Good evening, you scofflaws and ducky whatsits! Do we have a show for you tonight! Please help me welcome to the stage our very own Clarence and Avory for their open mic performance!” he smiled brightly, his voice echoing effortlessly through the club as a relieved sigh was heard all throughout the club. They were spared from Johnny for the moment. Well, at least for however long the duo's song was. Volt hopped off stage as the lights dimmed, only brightening when the instrumental for the song began to play, the spotlight shining on Avory as she brought her mic up.

”I tried to hide but something broke. I tried to sing, but couldn’t hit my notes, the words kept catching in my throat. I tried to smile, I was suffocating though.” She turned to look over at Clarence as he walked on stage, his mic at his side as he stood in front of her. While his face was most expressionless, his eyes were supportive and reassuring. Nonverbally trying to coach her through nonexistent stage fright.

”But here with you, I can finally breathe. You say you’re no good, but you’re good for me. I’ve been hoping to change, now I know we can change.” she sang, a smile coming to her face as she took practiced steps back, Clarence slowly starting to walk around her, both of their paces relaxed and unbothered. ”But I won’t if you’re not by my side.”

Avory brought her hand up to her chest and held it just below her collarbone as the two continued to walk in slow circles around the stage, Clarence walking backwards. ”Why does it feel right every time I let you in? Why does it feel like I can tell you anything?” her hand clutched at her chest, the material of her shirt scrunching slightly and causing the bottom to rise slightly. Clarence’s eyes darted down before looking back into hers as they continued walking. ”All the secrets that keep me in chains and all the damage that might make me dangerous- You got a dark side, guess you’re not the only one.” a relaxed and playful shrug as she let her hand fall back to her side as they both came to a stop, standing a foot apart. ”What if we both try fighting what we’re running from? We can’t fix it if we never face it. What if we find a way to escape it?”

”We could be- Free-ee, free-eee.” she sang with that same relaxed smile as she raised her arm slightly, holding it out to him palm first, her hand never going very far above her thigh. ”We can’t fix it if we never face it. Let the past be the past till it’s weightless.” she sang as Clarence took a step back with a shake of his head, bringing his mic up as she lowered hers.

"Oooh, time goes by and I lose perspective. Yeah, hope only hurts, so I just forget it.” he sang as it was now him who walked after her in wide slow circles on the stage. ”But you’re breaking through all the dark in me when I thought that nobody could! And you’re waking up all these parts of me that I thought were buried for good!” he rapped while keeping his eyes solely on her as they came to a stop again, this time three feet apart.

Volt leaned back against the bar as he watched the two perform on the stage, not even looking over when he felt a drink lightly hit his elbow. He grabbed the glass and brought it to his lips as he watched them. “She knows about the third step.” he commented casually. “A lot of people know about it. She probably heard about it from Johnny or Amir.” Eddie said with a shrug as he cleaned a glass before setting off to the side. “I didn’t realize Clarence could rap. Granted he spends so much time with that weird ass Bat-Man body pillow when he’s not with Harper that there’s a lot he does that I didn’t know about.” he added before walking away to make another drink for Cam.

”Between imposter and this monster, I’ve been lost inside my head. Ain’t no choice when all these voices keep me pointing towards no end. It’s just easy when I’m with you, no one sees me the way you do.” he sang as they began to walk towards each other, Avory raising her mic once more.

”I don’t trust it, but I want to. I keep coming back to-” they sang in unison before walking past each other and stopping so both of their side profiles were in view. ”Why does it feel right every time I let you in? Why does it feel like I can tell you anything?” Avory was looking up as she sang, her empty hand reaching upwards as if she were asking a higher power for answers while Clarence was looking down in what looked to be conflict and shame.

”We can’t fix it if we never face it. What if we could find a way to escape it?” they repeated as Avory spun on her heel to look at Clarence’s back, her hand fully outstretched and reaching for him as he turned around to face her. ”We could be-”

“I hope they become a regular act. It’ll give us a nice break from Johnny.” Cam muttered to Jean Loo and Amir. Both nodded in agreement with the trash can. “Even if Clarence can just barely keep the timing.” he added, seemingly unable to stop himself from throwing a mean spirited jab at one of the performers. He knew better than to say anything negative about Avory around Amir. He had to go to the bathroom frequently to pick up the trash from that can and didn’t want any more trouble than was necessary.

”Free-ee-e, free-ee-e. We can’t fix it if we never face it, let the past be the past till it’s weightless.” they sang before Avory began to vocalize. ”Oohhh! So take my hand, it’s opeeeeeen!” Her hand reached out to Clarence again as her head tilted to the side, her eyes half closed. ”Free-eee, free-e-e.” he sang softer as a supporting vocal, letting her voice be the main focus of the song. ”What if we heal what’s brookeen?” she pleaded, a look akin to sorrow and desperation now making its home on her face as Clarence began to walk around her once more, but this time she stayed in her spot as she slowly rotated in place to follow him. On the occasion that she’d be facing the crowd, her eyes found Volt and Eddie’s before she was focusing on Clarence once more. ”Freee-eee, free-ee.” he repeated before coming to a stop and finally taking her hand as they stood in front of each other again.

”I tried to hide, but something broke. I couldn’t sing, but you give me hope.” her voice was lower, more subdued now as she sang, staring into Clarence’s eyes. ”We can’t fix it if we never face it. Let the past be the past till it’s weightless.” They sang softly with foreheads pressed against one another before the music came to an end. Avory pulled her hand out of his as she turned to the crowd, both of them taking a bow as the gathered crowd clapped and whistled. Volt was on the stage quicker than a flash as he stood off to the side, a wide smile back on his face. “Let’s give one more round of applause for the talented duo to send them off!” he said with a clap of his hands, Avory fighting the urge to roll her eyes as the clapping started right back up, her smile still firmly fixed on her face when Volt led them both off stage after announcing Johnny’s new persona for the night.

“I say…that was quite the performance. It’s been a while since we’ve had someone who can hold a note singing on open mic night, never mind having perfect breath control while walking around on stage.” he praised as the two set their microphones down on the little table. Avory went to grab her jacket, only to have Clarence snatch it up from her. “Nope, mine now. It’s dirty.” He said proudly. “Hello, Dirk.” Avory and Volt said in unison, one shaking her head and the other letting out an amused smile. “Hey to you two, too. Thanks again for hosting, Volt. And thank you for asking me to join you up there…It was a nice break from Harper.” Dirk said with a shrug and a smile. “Anytime, Dirk. I’ll be down in the morning to get you clean and away from her, but I really think the best thing for you guys to do is to have a clean split…This isn’t healthy for you.” She said gently, looking up as Volt came to stand beside her, a hand on her shoulder before she looked back at Dirk.

“She’s right. The way Harper treats you is not okay. We’re able to hear her screaming all the way in our flat above the club.” Volt said kindly yet firmly as he looked down at Dirk. “I don’t wish to see either of you hurt, and at some point it’s likely she’s going to drag Livewire into her delusions. And that is that last thing any of us want. Well, most of us. I think Rebel would rather enjoy seeing you be on the receiving end of Harper’s fury.” Avory nodded in grim agreement at this. “If that happens, I’ll be forced to take drastic measures that I’m sure none of us want to see done.” she said seriously as she looked at Dirk. “So please…Before it gets any worse, do what’s best for you. Not Harper. Best for you. Best for Dirk.” she said with a supportive smile. “I will. Thank you. Thank you both…This has been an eye opener for sure. This is the longest I’ve actually been away from her and it feels so…nice.” he said with one last nod and smile before he left down the steps and left the club.

“Avory, whenever you’d like to have an audience just know that our mic is always open to you.” Volt said as he looked down at the woman, giving her shoulder a small squeeze as she gave him a tired smile. “Thank you, Volt. Really. That means a lot to me.” she said honestly, painfully aware of how close they were. But Volt made no moves. The ball was in her court and honestly she was too tired to throw. “I’m going to head out…I saw Eddie swamped at the bar so I won’t distract him or Bev. Can you tell him I said bye and to stop worrying about the drink? Bev spills shit on me all the time. I’m used to having booze leaving my skin sticky.” Her grin would have been infectious had he not already been wearing one himself. “Of course, Livewire. I’ll walk you to the door.” He said as his hand went from her shoulder to holding his arm out for her. A gesture she gladly took as the two stuck to the edges of the crowd so they got to the exit as soon as possible without being stuck in conversation for two hours.

Betty was standing just outside the Breaker Box and was watching the two through the window with her arms crossed. “Have a lovely night, Livewire. We look forward to seeing you again soon.” Volt said with a real smile as he kissed her knuckles once more. “I’ll be back.” she promised, her eyes halfway drooped from exhaustion. “Take care of yourself. Please.” she said softly before leaving the club and vanishing with Betty. Her bed seemed to beacon to her and who was she to ignore its summons? Only a criminal would commit such a crime, and she was no criminal. For the first time in months she went to sleep without tears streaming down her cheeks.

[yourlovelytown]

Back again hi hanks! So guess what? ITS LAUNDRY DAY! *dumps a bunch of clothes*

This is more of a joke response than anything 😭

[chiclete-com-manga]

just a wip

after harper going on and on and on about dirk cheating on her with the hanks i kinda had to-

[writing-munchies]

NSFW HC'S— Shelley, Skips/xxXShadowlord420Xxx, Dirk/Clarence, Curt&Rod (MDNI)

A/N: Formatting and tagging is harder than the actual writing part I swear... I combined a bunch of requests with this one, it was long, and I did my best to not be repetitive, I hope it's to your liking. Sorry for any mistakes as English isn't my first language:-]

WC: 3K

Shelley

She’d actually be so nervous about bringing up sex for the first few months of your relationship, if you want anything to happen you’re going to be the one that initiates.

She’ll get carried away easily, she really doesn’t know her own strength, which will be really apparent when her strap is deep inside of you and your ass feels like it’s bruising up.

Actually prefers to watch you suck on her strap rather than getting eaten out, it gives her such a rush of heat throughout her entire body as she watches you take her strap all the way down. Doesn’t matter if it’s a strap where she can get some friction or not, the noises you’re making and the way you’re looking at her will make her cum.

Doesn’t matter how much you weigh, doesn’t matter how muscular you are, she will be manhandling you. It turns her on so much when you let out a little sound of surprise as she picks you up and throws you over her shoulder, giving your ass a smack, “You’re comin’ with me, hot stuff.”

She wants to see you cum just from her fingers, no matter if you’re AMAB or AFAB, she’s committed to make you a moaning, drooling mess just from her fingering you. Will talk you through it too, saying things like, “look at you, so close already, just from my fingers”, and, “say it, say that you love this, c’mon.”

When she starts to grope your ass or thighs, not letting go as you’re making out that’s when you know the strap is coming out, and she’s going to fuck your brains out ‘till you pass out, she has insane stamina. Loves to make you moan her own name as she’s fucking into you, her hips stuttering as you cum, crying out her name as she feels herself get even wetter if that was possible. After that one lick to her clit, and she’s cumming on the spot, at least let her cum on your tongue so it won’t be that embarrassing for her.

This woman will sit down and as you get on her lap, you just can’t help your hips as you start to hump her thigh. She’s very turned on by this and discovers that watching you hump her thigh and making yourself cum on her thigh is something she’ll have wet dreams about for months. Moan her name and tell her how good she feels, then she’ll combust on the spot, hugging you by your waist, bringing you flush against her chest as she starts to hump against you too. That’s when she starts to be a whiny mess.

She absolutely gets off on your voice when you’re so close to her ear, and you’re breathlessly moaning her name. Your voice gets her so turned on, so much that she can’t stop the way her body shivers when you moan her name as she’s thrusting into you.

Wants to make you scream so bad, wants the whole house to hear just how good she’s ruining you, how good she’s making you hers as her grip on your thighs tightens, and she starts snapping her hips down into you, her strap reaching even deeper into you. Will not stop fucking you until you at least cry out her name loudly.

Gets so rough when she’s fucking you, she just can’t control herself when you look like a mess like that. Her hand won’t leave your throat as she makes you arch your back into her, using said hand on your throat as an anchor while she’s fucking into you like a woman that wants to make you a dumb, drooling mess on her strap (she does).

Smell really gets her too. Especially after either a good shower, bath or an intense workout session, she just loves any smell that stands out, and it feels like you’re wrapped all around her. Her senses clouded by how good you smell, how hot you look as she’s fingering you, her nose always finds its way to your neck as she gets to smell you and leave a bruising hickey that won’t heal for at least three days. 

Look, for aftercare, she’s stiff. She’s inexperienced, although she fucks really good, she needs a few instructions as to what to do and what you need, but she’s excellent at following orders so she makes up for it. She can get a little awkward after sex, just cuddle up to her and she’ll relax.

Skips/xxXShadowlord420Xxx

This freak will most certainly initiate after like two weeks of being together, if not that, he will pounce when you say want to fuck. He becomes insatiable real quick.

Likes role-play, especially if you take it seriously, might stutter when you’re looking at him like you’re going to eat him up, but he’s trying his best to turn you on as much as you do him.

He says a lot of, “you’re mine”, “mine” and, “only mine” as you’re having sex, especially if he’s close to cumming. He’s possessive, he not only lets you know that with his words, but also by how bruising his grip is on your body. He holds you like you’re going to disappear.

Although he adores you, he loves to have sex in the dark. The suspense of you not knowing where he’s going to touch you next, the small noises you make when he peppers kisses on your thighs out of nowhere when you two first had sex, never leaves his mind.

For fan fiction reasons, I’m going to say his shadow form can interact with you physically. With those long and slender fingers, get ready for the best fingering and/or the best hand job of your life. His tongue would also be freakishly long;

For AMAB, he will not suck you off rather his tongue will be wrapped around your cock stroking you non-stop, the tip of his tongue never leaves the tip of your dick, he’s going to milk you ‘till you’re shooting blanks, until you’re crying and whining your name. The way your voice cracks spurs him on more though…

For AFAB, get ready to feel that tongue in places you didn’t even know were reachable before. His tongue just adds to your wetness, the way his tongue thrusts inside you, you’d think this creature was starving for pussy before meeting you.

For his human-ish form, he loves to watch you bounce on his dick from behind as he’s groping your ass and biting down on your shoulder like he’s claiming you in a way.

If you want to make this man cum so hard he forgets his handle and his own name, tie him up, take his dick in your hands, and while you’re sucking on the tip make sure your hands are busy with his balls. He’ll start to actually cry from the sheer pleasure of it all, he’s going to try to stop himself, but it’s just too much, and he can’t stop his hips from thrusting up as he’s cumming down your throat.

His favorite thing to do, especially when you’re having sex in the dark, is to use the shadows as like a second touch. Instead of just his hands and dick, you’re going to feel five pairs of hands all over your body; some playing with your nipples others teasing your sex, and a pair of them opening your mouth up for you to take another shadow in your mouth which feels exactly like Skips’ dick. Same length, thickness, and same in how much it throbs inside your mouth when you moan around it.

This man loves a good edging session. Especially if you’re on the receiving end, if you tell him you're close suddenly all the shadow hands disappear, and he stops his hips; “if you cum right now, I won’t stop until you cum at least 6 times,” it’s up to you whether that’s a threat, a good time or both.

Whichever gender you identify and present yourself as, if you both have makeup on, especially generally ‘edgy’ makeup, he’s not going to stop fucking your mouth ‘till he sees the lipstick prints on his dick. He also won’t stop fucking you until all of that eyeliner and or mascara is running down your face, you look ruined, and he very much gets off on that.

Anyway, his aftercare is nice! He knows the basics like bring water, clean you up, cuddle; although he is very cold, it helps to ground you back to reality after that most likely hours of sex you two had. Peppers kisses all over your body and calls you his gorgeous penumbra.

Dirk/Clarence

As Dirk, cannot hide the freak that he is, he loves you he loves sex, and he wants you, but Clarence has more decorum about the whole thing.

Remember how Scandelabra says that your clothes have been unusually tighter around your nether regions when you and Clarence got together? Yeah, especially after you just masturbated. This man wants all the juices coming out of you, even Tyrell can’t compete with him in this department, that one minute of you getting up to clean yourself up, and you still have some sort of bottoms on? They will be unusually tighter.

Dirk likes it rough and fast, while Clarence enjoys a slow, passionate love making.

Pull on Dirk's hair as roughly as you can, dig your nails into his scalp, and tell how fucking useless he would be if it wasn’t for his dick as you’re riding him. He will moan and start to beg you to ride him harder, fuck yourself on his dick so good, he can only cum if he’s inside you and only you.

Ride Dirk’s face/fuck his mouth and call him an impatient whore when he cums just from the sensation of your sex in his mouth. Make sure your cum is inside his mouth or down his throat, he’ll make sure to make you suck on his tongue as you’re making out to taste yourself from his tongue.

Bite Dirk’s neck as hard as you can, claw at his back when he’s pounding into you, pull on his hair and bite his bottom lip so hard it starts to bleed, he likes it rough.

Now, for Clarence, he still likes it rough but in a slower way. He’ll press down on your shoulders while fucking you from the back still, but now his thrusts will reach deeper, you’ll get to feel so full because he’s going slow, because he’s letting his dick throb inside you as you moan his name; it’s different but still him.

He gets turned on by corny pickup lines now, if you’re awkwardly trying to turn him on romantically, he’s getting you on all fours and making sure you can’t sit properly for a few days. When you just do your best to show your love, it gets his dick so hard that the only way he can ever get it down is by thrusting it down your throat.

Both versions of him love to watch you touch yourself as he strokes his dick. He’ll match your pace with his own strokes, he won’t ever cum before you do, he’ll tell you to suck on the tip then to “open up,” as he thrusts his dick inside to cum and fill you up properly.

Loves a strip tease, the way your clothes—by extension, him—feel against your skin as you take them off slowly feels like heaven. Drags his cock over your inner thighs, teases your hole by grinding his tip on the entrance but not fully putting it in, it’s his way to tease you back.

A good make out session is the number one way to get him as hard as he possibly can get, get on his lap and tease his half hard dick from under his clothes, and you’ll feel pre-cum leak in no time.

Both versions of him are good at aftercare, although his body is on the thinner side his body is impossibly soft and comfortable as he wraps his arms around you, he’ll kiss your eyelids and tells you how much he loves you as he sees you slowly falling asleep. Overall very good, just remind him to bring water.

Curt & Rod

They usually prefer to have sex with you one on one, but they won’t say no to a threesome every now and then, they find each other attractive too! Plus, now there’s the benefit of fucking you so it won’t get awkward.

Curt loves foreplay, how he feels for the rest of your activities is dependent on it. It's not hard to please him either, you can just sit there and look gorgeous, just be sure to whimper his name as he’s sucking on your bottom lip and his hands are already teasing your clothed sex.

He gets off on you being in control, using his dick for your own pleasure as he just takes it. Pull him close by wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he’s already fucking into you, tell him to go faster, deeper or both, and he’ll do so, snapping his down in the way you told him to, whining every time you tighten around him; leaking pre-cum inside you.

Give him a good blowjob, take him all the way down, massage his thighs, stroke him while you’re sucking on the tip, and he’ll give you the best head of your life. He goes slow, his tongue never in a hurry, pressing down hard, sucking deep- as if he’s really trying to taste every bit of you. His eyes will never break contact with yours while he’s going down on you, too, he gets off on your expressions.

His preferred pace when he’s fucking you is slow, deep, and hard. He loves how you throw your head back with a whine of his name as his tip brushes against that sweet spot inside you again and again. When you let him cum inside, and it overflows from your hole, dripping down to the sheets? It turns him on so much that his pace picks up out of nowhere.

Adores the way you moan his name, he gets so horny just from that, even if he wasn’t close before now he’s cumming on the spot with an embarrassed whine. Whether you exploit that or not is your choice.

For Rod, let him take control and he’s got you.

He thrusts deep and fast, loves to watch your ass bounce off of his hips as he’s thrusting inside you so good, you can feel almost every vein of his dick inside, he gets so deep, he’s also really good at finding the spot that makes you cry out his name while arching your back into him.

Loves giving head more than receiving, the way your thighs clamp up when you’re so close, when you’re so spent that your voice becomes hoarse, the way you can’t help but thrust your hips up when his tongue presses down on your tip/clit, then to suck on it, he just loves it all. Gets off on seeing how much he affects you. 

He’ll look at you like you hung the moon and the stars in the sky while he’s pounding into you, so close to bruising your ass with the pace he’s going at while telling you how gorgeous you look all fucked out like that.

Really tuned in to your emotions, if you for some reason cam’T say what makes you uncomfortable, he’ll notice it anyway and shift to a position that’s comfortable for both of you or adjust his pace.

Gets off on watching your facial expressions, whether that’s when he’s deep inside you, when he’s giving you head or you’re just making out, his dick will always leak pre-cum when he sees how wet your lips are, your half lidded eyes and the way you’re looking at him gets him so worked up.

They love to fuck you at the same time. Rod’s chest pressing up on your back as the back of your knee slung over Curt’s shoulder while he’s holding you up from your thighs and Rod is holding you up with his hands groping your ass, both of their cocks in one of your holes. Rod’s peppering kisses on your nape, Curt’s giving you hickeys as they both settle down to a slow but deep pace while they thrust into you at the same time, all of you whimpering and moaning breathlessly as the tight fit makes the friction inside you and the friction of their dicks grinding against each other overstimulating in the best way possible.

They will kiss above you as Rod’s fucking you and Curt’s dick is in your mouth, just to get themselves even deeper inside you and see how it feels to kiss each other when you're so tight around them with your mouth and your hole.

You're sucking off Curt, sucking on his tip and stroking the rest while on your knees on the bed, Curt’s eating you out/stroking you at the same time. After you both cum, Curt will hold your head/jaw gently to guide you as you suck off Curt next.

They definitely get into a competition over who can make you cum the fastest or make you moan the louder.

Curt making out with you, playing with your sex, his fingers never leaving it while Rod’s fucking you from behind.

Rod, holding you by the hips and guiding you as you fuck into Curt—with strap for AFABs— leaving a trail of kisses and nibbling on your earlobe as Curt’s a whining mess below you, “Look, he’s all cute ‘n obedient for you, work those hips and make him cum, and I’ll fuck you just how you want it, baby.”

Both of them are good at aftercare, Rod more than Curt as you have to tell him exactly what you want and how you want it, whereas it’s like Rod knows you better than yourself, and you’re already getting all that you need without a word. After a threesome, Rod’s the one telling Curt how to take care of you, Curt's the one telling Rod how to massage you and where, three-way cuddles and soft kisses all over your body from both parties are a must. 100000/10.

[bibinos]

he really was fucking bat-man

[endahouselikecarpet]

Date Everything x Reader

You are sick

[CW- depiction of illness, Doug being Doug]

Bathsheba- There's not much she can do, but she's always there to get you a bath ready if you're achy or cold. Also, sitting in water can help your body not feel like it's heavier than a boulder, at least for a bit.

Farya- While she still wants you to get well as much or more as everyone else, she's also the least panicked about. She hates that you're miserable, but she also knows it's most likely just a cold and you'll be fine in a few days. Make sure you're still eating, drinking plenty of fluids, and take what meds you need to help. She'll be there to help with whatever you need.

Tony- Is the king of home remedies and wives' tales. Doesn't matter if they work or not; he just sort of mixes and matches things. You need to drink lemon soda. Doesn't matter if your stomach isn't upset. He heard that you're supposed to drink clear soda when you're sick, so you need to do it. If you have a fever, you eat a popsicle. At first he's got the basic, frozen, sugar water, but when he finds it up about the ones that are actually frozen fruit, he gets those so it's a bit healthier. Will be a bit pushy with things, but it comes from a good place.

Mitchell- He's is something of a germaphobe. Wants to help you feel better, but does so from a distance. His wheelhouse is food, so he brings you things (mostly soup), that he and Stefan teamed up on. When he brings it up to you, he has a mask on, which is certainly understandable. He also has gloves on, which could be a good precaution if not a bit overboard. He also has on goggles, just in case he can catch germs in his eyes, and then takes a shower and immediately washes his clothes after he's in the same room as you. Keep in mind, this is literally him going, "Hi, here's your food. Hope you feel better." Then leaves. He will still text you though so he can actually talk to you.

Cam- Is not a germaphobe. In fact, he's not complaining about you being sick at all. He's not exactly happy about it, and does want you to feel better. But... do you know how much trash heads his way when you're sick? Pill wrappers, an almost endless supply of tissues, maybe even some cleaner bottles depending on how much you have to use after you're a bit more active. The possibilities are boundless.

Dirk/Clarence- He doesn't want you to feel like you're alone. Will sit with you, sleep next to you, just about anything you might need. Will tell you not to worry if you start to fuss about him getting sick. His version of this is falling asleep like Clarence and then waking up like Dirk. Even if that does happen, he just goes, "Too late to do anything about it now," and goes back to sleep.

Betty- Does her best to be sure that you are resting. One of the quickest ways to get sick is having poor sleep, and one of the quickest ways to get well is letting your body rest. Will be stern, but gentle in insisting that you don't push yourself. She doesn't get too bossy, but will drag you back to lie down if she thinks you need to.

Doug- He is good at staying by your side the entire time. Of course, it's spent telling you things like, "I know it seems like a pretty bad cold, but it's probably just the first example of consumption see in modern times," or, "We should look up your symptoms again to see what else comes up," or even, "Does your throat feel like it's made out of a sponge? Ya, know, like, one of those cheap ones you get for doing dishes?”

[my-boyfriend-is-a-toilet]

I colored it.

[ross-sluggo]

date everything image dump the threequel

[realdoggyhours]

Ngl I thought Clarence was a woman at first and I was like “oh. OH. SO THIS IS WHAT THEY MEANT BY ALTERNATIVE PERSONALITY.”

[magicrainbowkitties]

Ok so here's something that's bugging me.

Chappy got washed and melted cause he was in a pocket and the PC forgot to take him out. This was, understandably, VERY traumatic for Harper, to the point where she lionizes him and compares every relationship afterwards to his. That's understandable, valid, and girl needs serious help to get back on her feet.

But imagine DIRK the day Chappy died. Like. This guy's been around for a bit, he and Harper are happy together. Wash day comes and the human loads him up into Washford. And sometimes Tyrell or Mateo is in there with him but that's pretty much the only other person in there. But Chappy's in there with him. Huh!? The cycle starts and Chappy's getting bounced around and washed and scraped by buttons. For Dirk it's routine, normal, even relaxing sometimes. But Chappy's not made for this, to be washed. For him it's torture. All that water and soap has made him functionally useless, but when they get put in Drysdale... He melts. The remains all over the pants he was trapped in. He's not Clarence at any point in this process cause Chappy's melted insides are literally soaking into the pocket of the pants. The human takes him out, not knowing what they've done cause Skylar won't show up for another forever, finally notices Chappy's corpse, and tosses it to Cam unceremoniously.

He had to watch Chappy die. Painfully. From something he does as a matter of routine. From the thing he had to do again to wash off Chappy's remains. He obviously wasn't as close to him as Harper, but there's no fucking way that isn't some level of damaging to be forced to witness, ya know?

[fallencrowkarma]

My little bitch boy whom i peg (affectionate) 💜

Daemon | Lucinda Limitless | Daisuke |

[theshadowrealmitself]

I keep thinking about the player getting more hampers, or maybe just moving the one to their room, and apparently since the objects can move, they wake up in the middle of the night to their laundry basket scraping against their floor, halfway across their bedroom, and they put the dateviators on and it’s Harper and Dirk/Clarence in the middle of another huge argument

[beesarekindaswag]

Pain is preferring the appearance/style of Dirk over Clarence but not having the heart to ask him to switch back because dammit he seems happier and I don’t want to make the laundry boy SAD-

[date-everything-has-taken-over]

HIIIII!!

How are you?

Can i please request for a Headcanon

Character:Mac, Skips, Berry, Cam,Mateo, Dirk,/Clarence, Harper, Eddie and Volt and Lux with a reader who is a gender fluid and has two side

First side

Is a certified GREEN FLAG Golden Retriever With bit of Black Cat personality

Like reader is calm (Like literally) and kind and knows how to cook, clean, patience, loving good with kids and likes to tease them

Reader is also very strong(despite having what seems to be no muscles) and tall and can literally lift there lover with one arm up and is literally patient (like a saint) Reader is always smiling and has this whole "Angelic aura that could do nothing wrong" And whole "Gentlemen vibe" And again a whole GREEN FLAG like whenever there parents would visit reader would always be happy and talking to them hugging them giving them present (and a mama kid) ams always help out especially the elderly in the neighborhood,And always has there hair half down half up (reader has a wolf cut) when there feeling masculine and letting there hair down when feminine

Reader is literally what people call "The perfect Lover" Buttt.. Reader has a second side that they only show to there lover

Second personality

Reader despite being "Angelica and gentlemen" They aren't all that no no.. Reader is a beast in the sheet!! Like once there done doing it in the morning reader would act all innocent and perfectly fine while there lover legs wobble for a bit

Reader also despite being calm can be scary as well like of there lover is complaining about something reader would asked "Then can i kill that person?" With a CALM VOICE AMS INNOCENT Face 🙃🙃🙃

Anyway that's all!! It's perfectly fine if you don't wanna do it i understand have a wonderful day/afternoon/Night!!!

Love love love it!!! I really like the idea of two-faced characters (with two faces, not necessarily meaning bad)

Anyway, this took me ages so pretty please don't let this flop😭

Mac🖥

●From the moments you first awakened them (and even before that), Mac was smitten

●You were just so nice and well organized (and pretty👉👈)

●You made every effort to help everyone around the house and never asked for anything in return

●They admired your kind nature but worried about you possibly being a pushover. It seemed like you were incapable of saying no

●You would reassure Mac that you just liked being helpful, and nobody in the house gave you much reason to help

●But out of everything, you're insane patients surprised them. Mac was by no means short-tempered, but watching you interact with some of the less friendly objects was a little frustrating to them

●Mac never realized how much they loved phycal affection until you showered them with it. They love it when you sit on their lap and wrap your arms around their neck

●You cook surprisingly often for someone who lives alone(not that Stefan minds), and everything you make is heavenly (can the objects eat? I think so since Freddy talks about eating)

●The first time they got a peak of your other side was when they told you the... effect that the double clicking on them, Mac didn't think much of the mischievous look in your eyes

●But then you're suddenly very interested in cookie clicker for almost an hour and looking at them with a smug grin

●After your first night together, they're kinda shocked. Not in a bad way! They actually really liked it

●Suddenly, they have a full-blown perv on their hands, and you're making Mac blush in every way you can

●After that, they can't get enough of you, leaning into your every touch (spicy touch or not)

●Mac huffed frustratedly at the screen and you ask what's wrong.

"It's nothing, I'm just trying to explain to this person online the harm ai causes, and they got so aggressive immediately"

●You lean down to get a look at the monitor, take a look at the username, and start looking on your phone. "One moment, my love, just keep doing what you were doing before"

●After a couple of minutes, the person suddenly apologized and went offline. OK, that was weird

"You didn't have anything to do with that, did you?

"Oh, I just dm'd them their address, no biggie"

Huh?

●You still had that same sweet smile on your face, all while admitting you straight up doxed and possibly threatened someone

●As much as it shocked Mac (and maybe scared them a bit) , it didn't change the way they thought of you

Skips🖤

●God, you made him so nervous at first

●You were just so cute and sweet that he worried about scaring you away (especially with his first form)

●But you stayed with him. You played his games, kept him company, and never seemed scared

●The first time you called him cute, he was pretty shocked. One, he was a huge shadow monster (homeowner's a monster fucker fr), and two, no one had called him cute before.

●He found it was pretty ironic, actually. He was literal darkness in love with someone who was basically sunshine personified

●He was so nervous when he showed his true form to you. What if you thought differently of him? What if you thought he was a loser?

●Fast forward, and his face is bright yellow because you've just spent the past 10 minutes telling him how cute he is

"Y-you are very kind, penumbra."

●It doesn't take him long to realize there was more to you than he thought. He didn't think much of it the first time. He watched as you helped Mateo look for a missing inanimal when Koa told you one of them had hidden underneath him. Well, it wouldn't come out, so what did you do? You lifted the whole damn couch

●He was a little shocked but mostly impressed (and a lil turned on (omg who said that?!))

●He didn't know how to handle the abundance of affection at first, but he absolutely loved every second of it

● He loves everything about you. Your kindness, your smile, the way you played along with his "lord of darkness" thing without ever making fun of it

●Lap sitting! You on his lap, him on yours. Either way, he loves it. If you're on his lap, his arms are wrapped around your waist, and his face is buried in your chest. If he's on your lap, his arms are around your neck, and he's lying his head on your shoulder

●He also likes lying his head on your lap as you pet his head

●Honestly, he loves any soft, squishy parts of your body, it's just so nice to cuddle

●There were a couple of times you really caught him by surprise, for someone who seemed so innocent, you REALLY liked to tease him. Like when you would "readjust yourself" while sitting on his lap, or when you would plant dozens of kisses all around his face, only to look at his flustered face with a satisfied smirk

●He's tried to get you back, wanting to fluster the way you do him, but it usually doesn't work; you just grin and turn it back on him

●Oh ya, it's over for him. You friggin jump his bones and put that emo nerd TO WORK

●The next morning, his body is heavy, and he can barely move, but he manages to cling to you all night

●He figured that was a far as your other face went...until your ex showed up at your door, refusing to leave. They were yelling and swearing as they banged on Dorian.

●Skips was overwhelmed with worry as you sighed and went to open the door. But you looked different, your usual smile was replaced with a surpriseingly deadly glare

"You can either leave now, or leave in an ambulance, either way you're fucking leaveing"

●Oh...Oh~. He kinda likes the idea of you being seen as scary by others (Skips is a freak, I know it)

Berry💄

●He adored you right away!

●He loved your upbeat attitude, how you would listen to anything he had to say about his current interests, but most important to him, how you never got upset with him about his memory issues

●He loves doing your hair. Whether you're wearing it long or short, he has dozens of different ways he could style it

●He truly feels safe with you to be himself. One time, he was telling you about discontinued instruments he thinks should make a comeback (Omnicord!!!), and after you waited for him to finish, you told him just how cute you thought he was.

●He stood there, his face becoming more and more red, as you told him how gorgeous he was, how much you loved his voice, how you could listen to info dumps for hours. All you wanted to do was show him just how cute you thought he was (that part went over his head)

"T-that, my goodness, darling"

He's pretty much stunned into silence. You worry you might have been too forward until he grabs your hands in his shaky grasp and wordlessly brings your hands to his lips

●It takes him a bit to get used to how affectionate you are, but even then, it's still very easy to fluster him.

●He begins to notice when you're actively trying to make him blush because, according to you, "his blushing face is the perfect shade of red-pink"

●He LOVES how strong you are! He doesn't even remember how he found out that you were much stronger than you looked, but he didn't care

●He has a good view of the gym, so he can get a good look if you're lifting. But if you lift him? Oh boy, his heart can't take it!

●After a particularly... passionate👉👈 makeout session, you look down at him, and his makeup is a complete mess, and you sorta just pounce

●After that, he's more confident when it comes to initiating affection

●He'd never actually seen you mad before, well, until IT happened.

There was a really persistent guy at work who kept trying to get to go on a date with him. You told him you had a partner (technically several) you told him you weren't interested, you tried everything while trying to remain professional, and it was pissing you off.

Fast forward a week, and the fucker somehow gets your number and starts planning a date you never agreed to

●Barry was pissed and about ready to give him a piece of his mind himself until your phone buzzed

He watched as you looked at the new message, and your face turned red. You glared at the message and actually had to set Phonicia down before you did something stupid

●A couple minutes (and many feel better smooches) later you send back a VERY strong worded text (he didn't know you could be so... creative with your threats)

●Well at least that weirdo never bothered you again

Cam🗑

●I feel like he might not have liked you much at first. He didn't actively dislike you. You just seemed too soft

●But you kept coming around with that dumb (cute) smile, and he figured he was stuck with you

●Ok, so maybe you grew on him a little bit (way more than a little), and now he got super grumpy when you weren't around, not that he'd ever admit that

●You didn't call him gross or make comments on his love of garbage. You didn't treat it like something shameful or act like he was "stuck" with the stuff nobody would want

●He was one of the only ones to see your other side so early into knowing you. With everyone else, it was after you started dating

●He noticed you throwing away crumpled notes multiple times a day for the past couple times a day. They were all the same type of nasty, rude notes a high school bully would normally leave in a locker, except they were slipped into your mailbox.

Somehow, this person managed to escape not only Dorian but also Windowlyn, Curt, and Rod (who all felt pretty bad about it)

●Well, on the fourth day, you were surprisingly happy as you threw away the last of the notes.

"You're way too happy for someone getting threats in the mail."

"I had a lovely conversation with Ms. Quinn, and tomorrow, she'll be moving away".

"That's pretty convenient," He chuckled. He knew. He didn't know how, but he knew you said something unhinged to that woman.

●Maybe it was the sly grin on your face, or maybe it was the thought of your honey-sweet voice being used to strike terror into a heart. He didn't know what it was about that moment, but he liked it

●He briefly thought the super nice, golden retriever thing was a cover until he realized he was wrong. He liked being the only one who knew about this side of you.

●He encouraged you to tell him all your nasty thoughts so you wouldn't bottle them up. He meant mean thoughts, you took it a different way...oops

● Congratulations, you've given him the green light to be a big perv, and now his hands are on you pretty much all the time

Dirk/Clarence👖👕

●You were a breath of fresh air. You were just so nice and patient. You never seemed to get mad when he and Harper would fight. Instead, you calmly tried to help both of them, and even when they broke up, you didn't try to make either one feel more at fault

●He noticed pretty quickly that you were like that with everyone. It was kind of impressive, really. You kept calm even with Rebels shenanigans but also a little concerning. Maybe he'd have to help you get a backbone (totally not using it as an excuse to spend more time with you noooo)

●It's around this time when he gets to know you better. Before most of your interactions consistent of you being a glorified couples therapist, but now it's just the two of you

●Oh damn, you're really strong. Long story short, one of your favorite shirts got stuck behind the dresser (hiiii Damon), and you moved the entire thing by yourself... kinda hot...really hot

● Low-key tries "testing" your strength. He tells you about the wayward sock that stuck behind Drysdale just to see if you could lift him

●You noticed and began giving him knowing looks as you show off your strength. Eyeing the subtle way, his ears would turn red when you'd offer to pick him up

●He pretends not to be excited at the offer and stands close to you, shooting you a smirk. You lift in in your arms and... was - was that a squeek?

You look at him, amused and surprised, and he looks back with abright red face. He didn't think you'd actually pick him up, so he was caught completely by surprise.

"Okay, fine, very funny. You're big and strong. Now put me down"

"Or what?" You smirk and bring him closer. Your noses brush, and he's tempted to close the gap between you

●Ya, things escalate pretty quickly, and he's barely able to leave your bed the next morning

●Now, whenever he gets you to pick him up, you know he's in a freaky mood

Mateo🐈 (warning: mentions of animal neglect towards the end)

●Even before getting the glasses, he adored you

●He would see the wounded and stray animals you would take in and nurse back to health

●You click almost immediately. Both of you spend a lot of time together, taking care of the inanimals (and sometimes real animals)

●You're kind heart makes him swoon, and he falls head over heels pretty quickly

●Much like Mac, he worries about your kindness being taken advantage of. He admires how willing you are to help anyone who needs it, both inside and outside the house

"Mi vida, perhaps you should take some time for yourself. You've been so busy taking care of everyone."

● King of calm! If you're overstressed, then he's wrapping his arms around you and refusing to let you leave bed

●He loves how affectionate you are, and he's more than happy to reciprocate even the smallest moments

●One day, one of the inanimals gets stuck under Koa. Mateo tries helping he can't get them out. You end up lifting Koa like he's nothing, and the little tassle hound runs out and straight into Mateos arms

He's so happy that Snowball is okay and distracted trying to make sure their okay that he doesn't register what just happened for a good couple minutes

●It hits him when you gently place Koa back down and offer an apology

"Oh that's okay, Buddy"

●He looks at you, clear surprise on his face

"Woah, I didn't know you were so strong"

He doesn't actually have strong feelings about it. Sure, he's impressed and finds it admirable, don't get me wrong. But he reacts more to you saving Snowball.

●If you thought he liked you now, he's even even more smitten now.

"You didn't hurt yourself, did you, mi héroe?"

He frets over you for a bit, acting like you just lifted a car. He sits you on the couch and checks your arms, making sure you didn't pull a muscle or anything

●Things with Mateo are usually pretty wholesome, but one night, both of you get a little over excited, and you take ✨️very✨️ good care of him

●He's exhausted but lays awake next to you, watching as your chest rises and falls. He scoots closer, places an arm around you, and lays his head on your chest. He falls asleep when your hand subconsciously rests on his head

●You wake up the next morning to the feeling of him wrapped around you. He's still sound asleep on your chest. You just keep watching until he stirs awake

"Good morning, mi héroe"

●Mateo and you made for a very rational couple. It was rare to see either of you angry, even more so to see either of you let your emotions get the better of you, but boy, were you close to it.

Your neighbor had a dog they NEVER properly took care of. That was bad enough, but you noticed they left the poor thing outside during a heatwave. Well, one thing led to another, and now the dog is drinking ice water and enjoying the ac in your house (thanks, Hector).

●Obviously, your neighbor noticed and stomped over to confront you. Mateo was beyond worries as they pounded on the door (sorry, Dorian) and screamed for you to come outside.

You swing open the door and berate your neighbor for their treatment of the dog, not even giving them room to argue. You make it perfectly clear that you're fully prepared to call the police if they try anything and that as far as you're concerned, they never had a dog. You finish your rant and barely stop yourself from slamming Dorian in their face

●Mateo watched everything go down in shock. Sure, he'd seen you get annoyed at the shenanigans that go on around the house, but he hadn't actually seen you genuinely angry. He doesn't think any differently of you thought. He knows he'd certainly do the same

●After the whole ordeal, he's quick to check on you and make sure you're okay, praising you for so brave and helpful. You spend the rest of the day cuddling and coming up with names for the new member of the house

Harper🧺 (Warning: Rebel being Rebel)

●Stage 6 clinger, essentially since you don't seem to mind it

●Similar to Dirk, she genuinely appreciates how patient you are. Not just with her and Dirks fighting, but with her trust issues as well

●She KNOWS there's another side to you you're hiding (hampers intuition), but she really wants to trust you, so she tries to be calm about it

●She is a very cuddly person and will be overjoyed if you reciprocate (which you always do)

●She's well aware you have a hard time saying no to her, especially if she gives you the puppy dog look. But it's not like she's any different, she adores you

●It's a "excuse me, they asked for no pickles" type of relationship. If she thinks you're not standing up for yourself enough (most of the time), she steps in and gives the person and/or object a peice of her mind

●She loves when you lay your head on her lap. She'll pet your head

●She noticed how you never had any problem lifting her, but she didn't think much of it since she's pretty light.

●Speaking of, she loves when you pick her up, she'll giggle as she throws her arms around your neck and kisses you cheek

●When you actually show off your strength, she's giggling and kicking her feet while watching you. She never carries anything now. She just gets her strong, gorgeous s/o to do it

●Oh noo, she fell🥺 gues you have to carry her around all day👉👈

"S/o~, I tripped. Aren't you gonna carry me?"

She's fully fine. Both of you know this, but you're happy to play along

●She had dragged you over for a cuddle sesh that quickly turned into a make-out sesh. Things got pretty heated, and the next thing Harper knows, she's foregoing sleep that night (not that she minds)

●The next morning, her legs are jelly, and she can barely move. You wake up, and she's koala latched onto you

●She makes plans about your future that morning

●She loves how much of a calming presence you are. In situations where she knows she would lose her cool, you remain level-headed. (At least for the most part)

●Harper had planned a date for the two of you, and she was looking for you to be you over until she overhead a conversation (more like an argument) between you and Rebel.

"Don't you think it's about time you dumped that ducking bitch? I mean, that psyco is so ducking controlling"

Harper froze, were... were you really going to leave her, too? She peeks through the door, trying to stay hidden. You had this sexy scary look on your face as you looked at the punky duck.

"I'm really gonna need you to stop talking about my future wife like that, Reb," your voice was low and cold as you glared as them

●Rebel left after a brief argument, and Harper ran back to the laundry before she could be seen. She couldn't seem to get rid of the stubborn blush on her face as she thought about you defending her. You... you caller her your future wife

●You come to the laundry room to see Harper short circuiting. When she sees you, she runs up and nearly tackles you to the ground with how forcefully she hugged you. She never actually told you about what she heard, but she was basically attached to you for the next week

Eddie and Volt⚡️

●"My my, live wire, you certainly are a sweet one"

Volt finds you absolutely adorable. So sweet, so soft. Meanwhile, Eddie develops a soft spot for you after your insistance on helping around the club

●They both keep a close eye on you, worried someone would take advantage of your kindness

●Eddie appreciates your level-headedness. You're calm, collected, and patient, and you normally stop Volt from doing anything too crazy

●Volt tries to fluster you any chance he gets. You didn't react much to his flirting at your first meeting, and he worried he was losing his touch. But when he sees the subtle shade of red on your face, he knows he's won

●Eddie pretends to be annoyed by it, but he's literally trying to do the same, just a bit more subtle. Leaning closer than he really needs to, getting something from the shelf behind you, so he's pressed up against you.

●But then you give them both a taste of their own medicine. Leaning over the bar in a low-cut top, getting extra close to talk to them, kissing their cheek only to miss and "accidentally" get their neck

It was pretty loud in the Breaker Box that night, and you could hardly hear Eddie over the sound a chatter and Jonnys singing. Eddie felt a hand being placed over his. He looked over to see you just inches away from him. He almost flinched, and then you pressed your lips against his ear and whispered something about... ya no, he didn't pay attention to what you said, but he saw that devious little smirk on your face and knew it didn't really matter

●You pull a similar stunt with Volt, placing a hand on the back of his neck and gently pulling him closer.

"Can you, Eddie, and me hang out after close, just us?" He shivers slightly, feeling your breath in his ear.

"If it's alone time with Eddie and I you want, that can certainly be arranged, live wire"

●Volt LOVES when you get bold. He's so used to pushing other people's buttons and making them flustered, so it's nice to have it flipped

●Well, you certainly get what you asked for that night... all night, actually

●You make up the next morning in a tangle of limbs and Volt practically attached to you

●Yup, you're stuck with them (not that you mind)

●After open mic night, you offered to help with the heavier stuff. Eddie agreed but went to look for Volt to help (he loves you fr but he didn't think you'd be able to lift much)

●Well, imagine their surprise when they see you effortlessly lifting the sound equipment and carefully packing it away

●Both admired your seemingly endless patients. Whether you were dealing with difficult people around the neighborhood or in the house, you never lost your cool. Well... except for that one time

●You had been helping your elderly neighbor around the house, and it had been pretty good u til you came home one day noticeably upset. You went straight to the Breaker Box to see your boys.

"Live wire, great to see-" you cut Volt off by clinging to him, burying your face in his chest. He chuckles and wraps an arm around you, petting your head with the other.

"My my, did we have a difficult day?"

"My emotions got the better of me, and I lost my cool earlier."

Eddie, overhearing the conversation, stood next to Volt and your cheek. "Now, what could you, of all people, have done to be considered losing your cool?"

●Wyndolyn walks into the club, still laughing about what happened.

"Gosh, you two should have seen it. I didn't think the looker had it in 'em." She goes on to explain how your neighbor's son came over demanding money. She couldn't make out everything, but she saw you yell at him for almost twenty minutes, then slam the door in his face. The three of them chuckle at the idea of you getting that angry at someone as you stood there, still flustered.

"I guess our live wire has more bite than we thought," Eddie puts an arm around your shoulder, smirking at you

●They worry a little less about people taking advantage of your kindness, but they're still ready to step in if you won't

I tried so hard for Lux, I swear😭 I couldn't come up with anything. I'm so sorry

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Chronoraux/LaundroCat… I love u freaks