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(yoinked this from another blog) ROs and MC stuck together in a confined space, What happens?

Mori - has about 7 minutes before he starts getting Weird. Doesn’t like enclosed spaces and has the attention span of a fried eggplant. Will start trying to brute force his way out very quickly, collateral damage be damned.

Amir - Opportunist. Oh nooooo you’re both pressed together so tightly and in total privacy whatever will you do until someone comes to get you out~~.

Akello - Large Man Disadvantage. Akello’s a big boy and doesn’t appreciate feeling like he’s trapped in a tupperware, however he will get spun up if you decide to try and press his buttons. Beware, he can slurp out underneath the door if he wants to play mean.

Kazu - Actually extremely claustrophobic in certain situations, he’s probably about 90 seconds from busting out of the wall like an angry Kool-Aid Man, Do not recommend 1/10.

Marcel - PRIME opportunity to fuck around and absolutely shameless about it.

Raath - Somewhere between Concerned with Escaping and Distract-able. Will be chiller about this if its also dark.

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Date Everything Masterlist

Telly

(soon!)

Volt and Eddie

(soon gang I swear maybe)

Regina Rejection

(literally my wife...)

Amir

(also my wife, trust!!)

Other characters will be added as I go!

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Tricity Monsters Masterlist

Amir

Teaching Amir how to cook pancakes

Mori

(soon!)

Akello

(soon!)

Kazu

(eventually, trust!!)

Raath

(ooh, when I get my hands on you Raath...)

Multiple characters

(Nothing rn)

Might write for Marcel eventually, no current plans for him at this moment!

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Masterlist of Masterlists

currently a work in progress

Tricity Monsters

Date Everything (wip)

Baldur's Gate 3 (tba)

Transformers (tba)

Audio rp (yuurivoice, reverie audios, etc) (tba)

This masterlist (and all the others within it) will be edited pretty slowly, as it takes me a while to actually post fics and whatnot. Additionally, not everything in these masterlists will be writing! I may add art in them as I go.

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Wires crossed.

Eddie / Volt x reader

Angst, slow burn 🔥

Part 5

The darkness envelopes you. The silence seems to crawl within you and cradle your lungs tight like a child learning the word goodbye. You dare not move or make a sound, lest you interrupt whatever science or ritual or magic that is responsible for bringing Eddie and Volt back. Because surely it has to. Surely it has to bring them back. Bring them back. The thought repeats in your mind like a prayer. You lose sense of whether your eyes are open or closed in the pitch black of the club, when all of a sudden, there’s a single click noise from somewhere and then a loud whirring from everywhere as neon lights slowly gain power and the record player in the corner scratches into its next song.

“Eddie…Eddie!”

He was right next to you when you were fixing the wire, but now he’s nowhere to be seen. You’re running around the club to look for him when you see him emerge from a dark corner. You sprint toward him but stop a few feet away.

“Eddie.”

He just looks at you, shock and confusion on his face.

“Oh god. You don’t remember me.”

He lets out a chuckle and takes a sigh of relief that folds him in half. “Would you shut up and come here?”

You don’t think twice before you run over and throw your arms around him. He’s here. He’s solid and breathing and…actually quite warm. You reel back and inspect him for injuries. “Are you hurt?! I’m so sorry, I didn’t-“

He quickly pulls you back into him, one hand cradling your head to his chest, one hand on the small of your back, gently rubbing his thumb over the curve of it. “Not too bad, live wire.”

Live wire?

You put your hands on his shoulders and push him back so you can look him in the eyes. “Eddie…where is Volt?”

“Ahhh, ask and you shall receive.” Volt emerges from some other dark corner and saunters over to the two of you from the shadows. You sprint over to him and throw your arms around his neck. He turns his face into the side of your head, kissing your ear and your temple. He grabs your hands and looks at you, eyes welling up with emotion. “You did it, live wire.” You try to speak but your voice hitches. Eddie hurries over and wraps his arms around Volt. “Eddie, my darling, Look at you! Have you been working out?”, he teases as Eddie squeezes his shoulders to him.

“Shut up.” Eddie’s voice is a soft rasp as he holds Volt. He backs up and clears his throat, adjusting his waistcoat.

You all linger wordlessly for a moment. The song on the record player is bouncy and smooth with what sounds like the same five words sung over and over again with varying intensity. You look over each other and let the panic and worry evaporate away through your sighs and giggles.

Volt grabs Eddie’s hand and leans into you and plants a peck on your forehead. The static in his kiss is stronger than you’ve ever felt it. “I think, my dear, it is time for a toast!”

You and Volt take your seats at the bar, leaving an empty seat between you, as Eddie goes to prepare the drinks. There’s something about his new energy. It radiates off of him differently than it did before. As he postures behind the bar, Eddie holds his chin higher, his shoulders broader. You’ve always enjoyed looking at Eddie, but you find that, at the moment, it’s taking real effort to try to look away.

“All right.” He points at Volt. “I know what you like.”

“I’ll say.”, Volt responds with a sly head tilt.

Eddie shakes his head and looks at you. “Pick your poison.”

“Dealer’s choice, barkeep.”

Eddie begins to prepare the ingredients. “I could make you a sparkler. You can make a wish on it again.”, he says with a smile.

“I honestly don’t know what I would use my wish on.”, you say as you look at Eddie and Volt, healthy and happy.

Eddie cocks an eyebrow at you. “I can think of at least two things right now. No. Wait.” He scans your body for a moment. “Three…four…” He tilts his head sideways. “Five?”

“You are an idiot.”

Volt chuckles, his chin in his palm as he watches the two of you.

Eddie makes three whiskey sours and takes the seat between the two of you. “A toast!”, he says. “To…” he trails off and looks at you and Volt. “To…”

“That’s it, Eddie, sound it out.”, Volt coaxes.

“Oh, shut up. You know what I mean…” Red begins to bloom in Eddie’s face.

“To knowing exactly what Eddie means.”, Volt says as he raises a glass, making eyes at you. You lift your glass enthusiastically and repeat the toast. Eddie rolls his eyes, an embarrassed smile pursed onto his lips.

As you drink, you await the relationship screen. Surely you’ve earned it. You’ve done everything the boys needed. Looking at them now, you can’t imagine they’d need anything else from you. You’ll of course never stop helping them, but you’ve become accustomed to a large screen that defines your relationship in times like these. You’re eager to see, to be sure, how they feel about you. Eddie notices you contemplating.

“You all right, live wire?”

“Oh! Well…” You wish Eddie would just tell you how he feels, but you don’t want to diminish the moment by insinuating that you’ve been gamifying your relationship with him. “I was just…wondering…how you guys can just immediately be okay. After what just happened, I mean.”

“Are we not supposed to be okay?”

“No, no, it’s just…it’s like you…”

“Died?”, Eddie finishes for you.

“We…ceased to be, yes. But it certainly wasn’t ‘death’ in the way you might think of it.”

“What other way could you die?”

“I keep telling you, live wire. We’re not people. Just because you can talk to us doesn’t mean we’re alive.”

“Eddie, why do you have to say it like that?”

“Like the way that it is?”

“It’s cruel. It diminishes who you are. If there’s more than one way to die then there’s more than one way to be alive and you guys are alive.”

“To who? To you? To Skylar? To each other?”

“Now, now”, Volt tries to cut in.

“You’re alive, Eddie. You have thoughts and emotions and -“

“And a Barcode and a manufacture date-“

“So you have fingerprints and a birthday! Join the club!”

“I’m a breaker box.”

“You have a purpose and a career.”

He tilts his head and squints at you, incredulous. “You are the only human who can even speak to me.”

“More for me, then. And that’s more than a lot of people have, by the way.”

“Do you know what I did when I wasn’t fixing the club while you both were busy?”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“A lot of people have more time to themselves than they want, that doesn’t make them less of a person.”

“You’re not listening to me. I didn’t say ‘waiting’. I said ‘nothing’. I am a thing, live wire. The thing that I do is the thing that I am. And if I’m not being used….” He trails off and encourages you to finish his thought for him. He’s not snarky or condescending. He has the air of a parent reading out the placards at the zoo to their child.

You consider his words. You want to be angry at him. You want to tell him all of the ways he’s wrong. You want to do so many things that you know in your heart won’t get through to him. You decide that the only thing you can do is tell the truth. “Well, you’re back to your old self now. You’re strong enough to power the house.” He starts to say something but you cut him off. “And you have Volt with you. And you have me.”

“Oh, well I like the sound of that”, Volt croons, swaying to the sounds of the song on the record player.

Eddie shakes his head, half-scoffing, half-chuckling at Volt. You put your hand on Eddie’s forearm. Eddie instinctively puts his hand on top of yours and locks eyes with you. There’s an intensity about him that you only saw glimpses of before. In the past, when you and Eddie connected, the atmosphere permeated with unstable energy. And now, although you can still feel the prickling static radiate from under his exposed skin, it’s contained, controlled. It feels like pressing your hand against the lining of a tent during a rainstorm. And because there’s something holding it back now, the pressure behind it is immense. Instead of frantic buzzing and crackling, the dull hum of electricity undulates steadily around you. The look in Eddie’s eyes gives you the impression that not only is he aware of it, for the first time since you’ve known him, he is in complete control.

Nervousness, confusion, embarrassment, whatever you’re feeling must be written all over your face because Eddie chuckles at you and nods. He sips his drink without a word. You feel as if the world has fallen away and this bar is the only thing left alive in the entirety of the universe.

Just then, there’s a knock at the door and in comes I, Ronaldini, holding large, thick silver rings, boxes of cards and envelopes, and all manner of ornate velvet drawstring pouches. Volt sighs heavily.

“I, Ronaldini, as I’ve told you before, we are not accepting new talent here at the Breaker Box. We are endlessly grateful for your patronage, but we are, as it would happen, closed.”, Volt says.

I, Ronaldini begins his pitch, extravagantly waving his cape and brandishing a fistful of confetti glitter in a swivel turn. When the glitter has settled, Eddie is standing before him, arms folded across his chest.

“Look. It’s nothing personal. It’s a club. The ones in the back won’t be able to see your tricks and the ones in the front will be too drunk to follow it anyway.”

I, Ronaldini clutches his non-existent pearls. Both you and Volt are still on your seats at the bar. You barely noticed Eddie move. He was face to face with I, Ronaldini before you could blink.

“I’ve never seen him this way.”, Volt says.

“Sociable?”

“Stable.” There’s something in Volt’s eyes, behind the admiration. Though you can’t be sure, you swear it almost looks like fear.

As I, Ronaldini makes his case for his performance, he notices you at the bar. “My love! Explain to them! Tell them that I would thrill their audience and turn this ramshackle club into a reputable establishment!” Ah, that’s right…you did get a love ending with I, Ronaldini…by accident. You search for the right words to send him away.

“Oh! Umm….well, you know what, I…I think….it might be….safer! for the audience if they continued to see you in the kitchen! The ceiling in here is far too low for your daring deeds and…and the lights are too dim for…for the audience to truly appreciate your…..wonder…”

“Ahh, always so insightful, my love.” He turns to Eddie. “And there we have it! As my paramour has declared, this club is far beneath my talents. I will be gone!” He is gone in a puff of smoke as the record player scratches into its next song.

As Eddie makes his way back to the bar, you expect him to look betrayed or angry. Instead, he looks confused.

“Wow, you know, not to knock your taste, but umm I just wasn’t expecting that one.”

You laugh nervously. “What?”

“I, Ronaldini! He’s a nice guy, but I’m just saying. I didn’t expect him to be your type.”

“Oh!” You laugh. “No, no, no. I don’t, like, actually love him.”

“Sorry, what?”

“I, Ronaldini didn’t give me any option to just be friends with him. It was either tell him I love him back, or let him hate me. And if he hates me, he’ll never give me the opportunity to realize him, so…” You trail off nonchalantly.

Eddie seems genuinely caught off guard. “So you told him you love him, what, just to be nice?” There’s a hint of venom in Eddie’s words. The silence between you grows heavy.

Volt chimes in. “Well, I think that’s a bit too fine a point on things, Eddie. You cannot deny the reasoning. What would you have had happen? I, Ronaldini gets no chance at all of being realized?”

“No, of course not, I mean…”

“Eddie, okay, I know it sounds weird, but-“

“He thinks you love him.”, Eddie says, an accusation laced within his words.

“Yes, I let him think that because I care about him and I want him to have a good life; there was no other way.”

Eddie looks as if he doesn’t recognize you at all. There is an intensity growing in his eyes. Though his demeanor is proud and sturdy, his words are strained. “What about us?”

You can’t believe what he’s insinuating. “You’re not serious.”

“What do you mean I’m not serious, I’m just asking you… How much of this was just…you…being nice?” He’s asking a question but you can’t help but feel as if he’s already making up his mind.

“Eddie. This is not like that.” You can barely find the words to tell him how wrong he is for even suggesting it. “You are special to me, are you joking?”

“Am I joking?” He looks at Volt for support.

“Eddie, if there was no other choice, then I think we have to consider that some things just can’t be-“

“No one else thinks this is a little fucked up? No one else sees how that could easily be us?”, he says pointing at the door I, Ronaldini left through.

“Okay, Eddie, you need to-“

“No, I don’t think I need to do anything except be away from you for a second. I need to think.” He turns to leave.

“Can we at least talk?”

“Not right now.”

“You won’t let me explain?”

When he turns to you, it is as if all of the air is sucked out of the room. Your breaths are thin. You feel static in your throat. Every inhale is prickly in your lungs.

“Eddie…”, Volt starts, but it is no use. His eyes are trained on you.

He steps forward, sparks cracking and popping across his chest and arms. The copper coils in his eyes are molten, energy rippling through them. When he speaks, his voice is low and sharp, every word spoken with grating emphasis.

“You…came here trying to fix me-“

“That’s not what I was doing!” As you cut him off, a light surges and bursts.

“Eddie!”, Volt scolds, but still he doesn’t listen.

“You did not have to go this far. You didn’t have to make me think that you-“ He chokes on his words. You are shaking your head, angry tears clawing at the backs of your eyes. All you want to do is hold him. “If this was some passion project for you…it is done.”

“Eddie-“

“I need to think.”

As Eddie leaves, Volt comes up beside you and puts his arms around your shoulders. You’re in disbelief. Your voice cracks as you explain, "That's not what I was doing here…if there was another way…”

“I know, live wire, I know.” He leans his cheek onto the top of your head. “You did very well. Don’t worry, my dear. Eddie will come back around. He’s just a little…vulnerable at the moment.” You nod your head and hold Volt closer. You stay here in Volt’s arms, trying to make sense of what just happened while the needle skips across the final grooves of the record.

Part 4

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“𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖚𝖙𝖞 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉”

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I have made my appearance once again! Enjoy some yummy EOE Auron art. Now with that said, I will disappear again. Until we meet again! :)

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This has to be a phase...right? 🪽

I wanted to try out a digital sketchbook page ever since I saw it on Instagram! Here's what it looks like in my digital book.

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the insane experience of missing a fictional character . like you can always go back and reread the book , replay the game , rewatch the show or movie , you can always go back & see them , but you can never experience them & their story for the first time again . its absurd to miss them because they'll always be there , but you'll miss when there were still new things for them to say .

for a small time they were real & growing and changing and you hung onto every new word, but now all they can do is repeat the same story forever&ever & they're not real anymore because you know everything they're going to do. & you miss them. its fucked man...

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Are you man enough? | One piece Marineford 483 Animatic

Song: Placing the blame - Self

mwhahhahaha I love one piece angst mwahaha I love making you all suffer

This took me actually SO LONG pls don’t let it flop guys💔😢🥀 I HOPE IM NOT TOO LATE TO THE TREND

I included some better photos of the frames (each one was made with love, sweat, blood and tears) so you can see details and stuff 😇

This is the first animatic I’ve ever actually finished !! I’m much happier with it than I thought I’d be >:)

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wheres all the Bodhi content :(

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Maow

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"When you're trying to have a hot girl summer, but the governments decide to start WWIII😭😭"

Location: Bumfuck, Oklahoma

"Dying in WWIII wasn't on my 2025 bucketlist 💀🫣"

Location: Sydney, Australia

"Look at the strawberry varenyky I made"

Location: Kyiv, Ukraine

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Cracked Confidence

Amir x ftm! Reader

Summary: You've been getting dysphoria and pushing yourself a bit too hard. Amir wants to try and help.

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Some of the dateables have noticed how strange you’ve been acting all week.

You started wearing baggier clothes, attending to others’ needs until you were emotionally exhausted, and barely looked at the mirror at all.

The last one offended Amir deeply. He watched you run around the house. Ignoring every mirror or reflective surface, which meant you were ignoring him.

“Fine! I'm going to bed.” He hears you call out to Dorian before the door shuts on your face. Forcing you to actually get some rest.

Amir sees this as a chance to finally talk. Watching you sit on the bed with a huff, facing away from the mirror, it all ached him inside.

“Azizam, is everything okay?” He asks, taking a seat beside you. “I have to agree with Dorian that you've pushed yourself too far.”

“I'm fine, just a bit stuck in my head…” You mutter as your fingers play with the edge of your sleeves.

Amir looks at how you fidget, then puts a hand on your leg as comfort. He frowns, noticing that you flinched at such a simple touch.

“Did I do something to upset you?” His voice goes low, you turn to him with wide eyes.

“What? No, of course not.” You shake your head and give a gentle smile to reassure him. “I’m just a bit tired today.”

Though your answer didn't satisfy his questions, Amir noticed how you struggled to put on a smile, and that you hunched over yourself.

“Well, eshgham, just know that you need to wear your confidence out more.” He decides not to push it for now, but puts a kiss on your forehead.

He heads out, but the worry still doesn't settle down.

“Have you noticed something different with… them?” Amir asks Johnny, since he may be the only man who could probably give him a straight answer. “I tried talking to him yesterday but he won't budge.”

“Hm?” Johnny pauses his loud singing to turn to the mirror. “Ah, I never know, he hasn't used me often the past week.”

Amir frowns, you never taking a shower was concerning.

“But, I did hear something about them being insecure.” Johnny mutters, more to himself.

“Insecure?” The word felt like a slap to the face, you were gorgeous in his eyes!

Hector chimes in from the vents, voice low and smooth. “Yeah, I asked Mac about it.” He sounded hurt as he brought it up.

“Something called dysphoria. They said it's when you feel uneasy or dissatisfied, psychologically speaking.”

“Doesn't sound like a good thing.” The shower turns to Hector, who hums in agreement.

Amir processes the words, sure he was vaguely familiar with dysphoria, but now he knew why you couldn't even look towards him.

“Man, I’m feeling deeply sorry for him.” Johnny sighs as he leans on his shower cane.

“I kept trying to help! But I don't really know what to do with these kinds of things…” Hector whines as he confesses. “They won't even accept any of my praise, even if he deserves it. I kept apologizing.”

“He won't even look at me.” Amir whispers, his frown deepening. “Hm, I will keep these in mind.” With that, he plans his next actions on how to help.

Night fell and you got ready for bed. Usually you'd be at the Breaker Box tonight, but Volt and Eddie insisted that you should take an early rest.

Amir appears beside the bed where you were lying down with your face in the pillows. You acknowledged his presence with a small groan.

He sits down, running a hand through your hair as the air was filled with a long silence.

“Eshgham, you know that you're gorgeous, right?” The words break the silence, you hum to let him know you were listening. “How do you want me to help?” You finally face him while still lying down.

“I don't know.” You hesitate, an arm coming up to cover your face.

“Then I'll stay until you know, azizam.” He lies down beside you, playing with the strands of your hair.

He places a hand on your back, slightly pushing you closer, whispering to you. “You're so handsome and wonderful, omram. No matter what your thoughts say.”

“How about tomorrow, we give you a haircut, go through your wardrobe and talk to Barry.” Amir suggests with a smile on his face.

You reciprocate the smile and move closer to him, leaning on his thigh. “Maybe that's what I needed, thanks Amir.”

“Then go get your rest, joonam.” He places a kiss to your hair and rubs circles on your back.

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Skylar what do you mean by that

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Well.

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IDIOT • EDDIE & VOLT

requests: open

warnings: drinking/being drunk (nothing major)

word count: 1.9k

a/n: thank you so much for the request! i’m so glad this game has gotten me out of my two-year hiatus TvT these prompts are from my prompt list. but feel free to send me any original ideas you may have!

prompts: “i’m serious!”/ “…you’re smiling.” • “how much did you drink?” • “i’m not that drunk!”

*cross-posted on ao3

“We’re closed.”

Eddie’s gruff voice called out, not even bothering to look up from the glasses he was polishing. He expected the wayward patron to leave, the familiar squeak of the door signaling their departure. What he didn’t expect was to hear a voice, one he’s grown to know as Beverly.

“I know, I know. But it’s… important?”

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

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

Eddie just stared and Beverly continued her spiel. 

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

“Yeah, yeah. I got it.”

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

“Is that our live wire, I see?”

“Volt!”

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

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

“Don’t talk like ‘m not here.”

“Sorry.”

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

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

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

“I’m not– it’s fine.”

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

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

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

“I didn’t finish closing.”

“Hm.”

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

“Right.”

“But…”

“But?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t say shit.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“But you want to.”

“Nope, I’m so serious about this.”

“...you’re smiling.”

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

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

Don’t be such an idiot next time.

Feel better live wire!

- E & V

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Old Flame, New Sparks

a/n: After a year of silence, I have emerged with a new obsession that I just simply had to write about. Sue me for wanting to be in the middle of the Eddie-Volt sandwich. I giggle every time I see them, they're just so my type AHHHHH- (also ty @sanccharine for being just as insufferable about the breaker box boys as I am <333)

pairing(s): Eddie x Reader x Volt (romantic)

tw: implied sexual situations, reader has a toxic ex that demeans and belittles them, injuries sustained by electric shock

summary: After months of not contacting your ex, a moment of weakness causes you to consider going back to them. With the electrifying support of Volt and Eddie, you're able to close that chapter in your life for good. - 6.3k words!

“Cocktail or mocktail?”

“Mocktail, please.” You happily respond as Beverly grabs a strainer, shakers and mixing glass from the bar in front of her.

“So you're going to the Breaker Box tonight?”

Warmth floods to your cheeks - were your evening habits really that predictable? - but you try not to show it.

“Why do you say that?”

“Well, you only order cocktails if you plan on going to bed straight afterwards. Mocktails, on the other hand, are something you order if you have plans later…” She trails off with a light blush on her face. “I'm not trying to pry! I just heard that you like to visit the Breaker Box at night, so I put two and two together.”

You're in awe at the way Beverly masterfully pours your mocktail into a glass - bartending truly is an art, and she has refined her craft (minus the occasional broken glass).

She slides the glass over to you with an expectant look as you take a sip.

“Wow, Bev, this is really good!” You shower her with praise, which causes her to blush harder. “Don't worry - even though I'm a regular at the Breaker Box, you're still my favorite bartender.”

With a wink, you take another sip of your glass as Beverly does her best not to drop her bartender equipment. 

“Re-Really?” She shyly asks as you nod. “That means so much to me!”

As you finish the rest of your drink, Beverly cleans the bar and prepares to close for the night.

“I'll see you soon, Bev!” You wave to her before exiting the bar.

She happily waves back as you open the door, which pulls you from the interior of Bev's bar to the middle of your kitchen.

You quickly take your dateviators off as the sun sinks further into the horizon.

Although Beverly was right - you were going to the Breaker Box tonight - you just didn't feel like drinking tonight.

A familiar ding! from your phone causes a pit in your stomach to form as you check your messages.

???: Why do you keep blocking the numbers I text you with?

Just talk to me. That's all I want. One simple conversation with you so we can fully end our relationship.

You scoff at the thought of ‘fully ending your relationship’, since that has yet to be the result of one of these conversations. You talk, they somehow get all sappy and romantic on you, you take them back until you remember how toxic they were, and you block them until they manage to break down your walls, chip by chip. 

You ended things with them, permanently, six months ago, and it was the longest you had ever been without them since you met. You had felt yourself start to slip back into that toxic cycle when the dateviators arrived at your door.

Since then, you haven't had the need to check your phone for their messages, and if you happen to see them, you'd just block each number that came through.

Something about tonight, however, causes you to falter. Maybe it's the fatigue from the day, or the lack of sleep due to Nightmare's sudden appearance last night, but you're considering sending something back to your ex.

Damn, maybe I should've had Beverly make me a cocktail.

For now, you're able to gracefully slide your phone into your pocket. The urge to text them passes as quickly as you came, and you find yourself drained as the end of the day approaches.

I really need a spark to help me get through the rest of today.

With as much motivation as you can muster, you walk from the kitchen to the upstairs portion of your house, where the literal breaker box awaits you.

You gently place the dateviators over your eyes, and you swing open the breaker box door in order to get to the interior of the Breaker Box.

A gentle buzz surrounds the room, from the crowd and the lighting alike, as you step away from the door.

“Hello, love,” Dorian says from behind you, “Volt's wandering around and Eddie's somewhere behind the bar. They've been looking for you since they opened - Eddie especially. Just don't tell them that I said anything, yeah?”

“Of course, Dorian, and thank you.” You look back and offer him a friendly wave before walking further into the Breaker Box.

The crowd is a bit thicker than usual, due to the open mic night that's drawn in talent from all over your house, but you're thankful for the extra time to sit with your thoughts.

You encouraged Eddie and Volt to be open with you, but would they be just as kind as you were to them? Especially with such a vulnerable topic that made you feel so weak and queasy inside?

Part of you hopes that you'll run into Volt first - his flurry of affection and sweet nothings will melt your worries away and jolt your senses back to normal. He'll sweeten you up before he notices that anything is wrong with your demeanor… hopefully.

The other part of you wants to find Eddie at the bar, so he can make you a nice drink that can nurse your worries away. You'll throw playful jabs and small teases at each other until a smile lights up your face again. There's something comforting about the apparent coldness in his eyes - a calm wave amongst the wild sea - that pulls you in every time.

You're pulled out of your thoughts by another annoying ding! on your phone, and you feel the people next to you glare as you check your phone.

???: Please, baby, I'll do anything for another chance.

Can I see you tomorrow?

You can't help but roll your eyes before stuffing your phone back into your pocket, but not before you turn your ringer to vibrate instead.

With a sour expression, you turn away from the crowd and march towards the bar. As much as you'd like to drown in Volt's presence, you really needed that fucking drink right now.

A few bartenders catch your eye, but they quickly gesture towards the end of the bar, where Eddie sits.

A distinct coldness appears to radiate from him, where no one will approach or bother him, but it softens once Eddie notices you.

His posture shifts from lackadaisical to attentive and focused as you take a seat next to him.

“Drink?” He offers while not looking your way.

You hum in response, which causes him to get up from his seat and walk around to the bar area.

“Long day?”

You turn away from the crowd and stage to look at Eddie.

“Yeah. You?”

“Always.” 

You place a hand on the counter before resting your head on it.

“What are you making me?”

“Whatever you'd like, live wire.”

Volt's nickname for you still feels foreign from Eddie's mouth, but you certainly don't mind him using it.

“Surprise me.” 

To anyone else, your conversation would sound just like any other patron-bartender conversation, but there was enough subtlety between the two of you to suggest more.

It's in the way Eddie rolls up his sleeves excruciatingly slow, so you have all the time to ogle over his forearms and hands. When he notices where your eyes are focused, a small smirk forms on his face as he softly laughs, but he chooses to say nothing.

Or maybe it's in the way that you respond, by taking off your jacket to reveal a t-shirt that lands somewhere between tight enough to reveal what's underneath and loose enough to leave something to the imagination.

Eddie definitely notices the change in your attire, given the small blush on his cheeks, but he focuses on making your drink as you feel your phone vibrate against your pocket.

Can't you just take my silence as a no, for once?

Annoyingly, you're pulled out of the intimate moment, but you do your best to refocus on what's in front of you. You set your phone on the bar table, in an attempt to forget about your ex, as a drink is slid over to you.

The vibrant colors of the cocktail lure you in for a taste, and you're pleasantly surprised by how much you like this drink. Although you weren't one for cocktails, this one just so happens to incorporate your favorite flavors into a drink that you won't forget.

Despite not opening up about your alcohol preferences, Eddie still managed to figure out what you liked.

Or maybe he asked around the house?

“So?”

Despite not trying to look for approval, Eddie leans in and looks at you expectantly - he really wants you to like what he's made.

He definitely asked someone about my preferences.

“It's wonderful, Eddie. Thank you.” You offer him a warm yet tired smile, which causes a soft blush to appear on his face.

“You're welcome.”

He begins to clean up the bartending station as the guests settle in at various booths and tables in preparation for the show tonight. You still don't see Volt among the crowd, but somehow you can still feel his energy radiating off of every surface in the room.

As Eddie settles in on the bar seat next to you, you notice that he doesn't have a drink in his hand.

“Nothing for you?”

“I'd rather drink after the show, in case anything needs to be fixed up.” Ever-the-workaholic, Eddie refuses to indulge himself until everything is taken care of. “Are you going to stay after and help?”

“Of course.”

You'd like to say more, but you're interrupted by the intentional blinking of the lights, which signals that it's almost showtime.

This is the first time that you lay eyes on Volt, who is working on charming a customer into having just one more drink for the night, but you're too distracted by Eddie to say anything.

You notice that his arm is resting on the bar table, right behind you, but he hesitates on making contact with your skin.

You smile at the gesture - he's cute without trying to be - and you lean closer to Eddie until you're resting your head on his shoulder. Then, and only then, does his arm wrap around you to pull you even closer to him.

You decide to take it one step further, by nuzzling your head in your shoulder, which causes him to grumble.

“Comfortable?” Eddie grumbles in pretend annoyance.

He's enjoying this way more than he says he is.

You simply sigh contentedly as he gives your shoulder a light squeeze.

“Good.” He murmurs softly, only for you to hear.

You do your best to hide your laughter as Volt takes the stage. His magnetic presence draws every eye from every corner of the room as he introduces the first singer for the night.

Before he leaves the stage, his eyes find yours, and he offers you a flirtatious wink. Your face heats up from the gestures, and Volt smiles at the result.

The night flies by in a blur of music and people, and you're only aware of the passage of time when Eddie occasionally squeezes your shoulder, to see if you're still awake.

This would be far from the first time that you've fallen asleep in the bar - sometimes you and Eddie worked for a long time after the bar closed, and the combination of physical and mental exhaustion caused you to fall asleep before he could offer you a drink at the bar. Or you're listening to Eddie and Volt chat about the bar, while curled up against Volt's chest, and the mix of their voices and the soft thrum of electricity is enough to lull you to sleep.

Tonight, however, sleepiness seemed to avoid you. You were tired, sure, but your eyes seemed to be screwed open. Your phone was far enough away from you, for now, but it felt like a ticking time bomb was laying next to you as you awaited your doom.

Eddie notices - of fucking course he notices, he always does - and one-too-many glances to your phone causes him to say something between the second-to-last and last act of the night.

“Is there someone you'd rather be seeing?” 

You know he's teasing, but you can't help but internally gag at the thought of your ex-lover being as close to you as Eddie is right now. You don't even want them in the same house as you, or even the same neighborhood or city.

Normally, you'd shoot back with something like, “Nobody but you, loverboy,” and you'd delight as his face discovered a new shade of pink to display on his handsome features.

But tonight didn't feel like a normal night.

Instead, you let out a deflated sigh before looking up at Eddie.

“It's quite the opposite, actually. I'd do anything to not see this person again.”

And there it slips out.

There it goes, flowing out of your mouth like a river of shit headed downstream. Luckily, you manage to save any remaining grace you have by shutting the fuck up, but the bomb's already went off.

The concern etched on Eddie's features makes your heart pound, but you still feel horrifically bad inside.

Despite being in more… compromising positions with Eddie and Volt, this is the most vulnerable you've ever felt with one of them.

And it fucking blows.

You can tell he's trying to speak, trying to say something that'll make you feel better, but the words don't come out. This isn't as simple as cutting your hand on a broken bar glass or accidentally shocking yourself with a fuse - Eddie can't gently scold you while wrapping your wound with spare bandages he keeps on hand. You wish he would pull your hand to his face, just as he would in one of those moments, to place a small kiss on the injury so “you'll feel better soon so you can get back to work”. 

You steal the words from his mouth as you try to regain control of the situation and your emotions.

“Eddie, can you please make me another drink?”

You hate how needy, desperate, and distant you sound, but you need a quick pick-me-up, and if he's not going to offer it in words or affection, then you'll drown your sorrows in booze instead.

He says nothing, opting to press a very gentle kiss on your scalp before letting go of you.

“One more, then you're cut off. Can't have you trying to hurt yourself before we do any real work.”

You softly chuckle to yourself as you refocus on the stage. The final act is just wrapping up, and soon Volt will retake the stage to thank the crowd for coming tonight. 

You find yourself awaiting his arrival as Eddie slides you another cocktail. In return, you hand him your empty glass. He dutifully begins to clean the glass as you watch him work. 

You can't believe that you're letting some person from your past ruin what's in front of you.

You find yourself wanting to apologize, but the words won't reach your lips. Besides, what would you apologize for? Being a total fucking buzzkill?

Eventually, as Volt returns to the stage, Eddie retakes his seat next to you. His arm wraps around you again - this time, he holds you just a little bit tighter as you curl up next to him.

After Volt's ending remarks, people begin to file out of the Breaker Box. They mutter praises for the bar amid their scathing reviews of each performer. You always enjoyed the extra chatter that came with the bar, and part of you always missed that when you were closing up the bar. That, however, was made up in the fact that you had Eddie and Volt's undivided attention after the bar closed.

Just as you're about to see Volt, a wave of sleepiness finally washes over you, which causes you to rest your head on Eddie's chest.

“Live wire-” He gently warns you against further action, but you choose to ignore him as you press yourself against him.

“Stop squirming. You're making me uncomfortable.” You mutter as you hear someone walk towards you.

“You're uncomfortable? What about me?”

“You'll get over it.” You mumble into his chest, and you can hear him softly laugh as he adjusts his posture to make you more comfortable.

“Fine.” He begrudgingly says before moving his arm from your shoulder to your waist in order to better support you.

You feel yourself slip into the comforting embrace of sleep, but you force your eyes open when you hear Volt's voice.

“Live wire!”

You want to get up and greet him, but you are oh-so-comfortable where you are; however, you do weakly offer him one of your hands, which Volt gladly takes.

“Tired already, my spark?” Volt says before pressing a warm kiss to the back of your hand. “I should've caught you sooner, then.”

“I was looking for you, but I couldn't find you in the crowd, so I went and sat with Eddie.” You try to hide the disappointment in your voice, but it doesn't work on Volt.

“I'm sorry to disappoint, live wire. I'll happily make it up to you later, if you'll allow me to.”

“Please do.” You sleepily say as Eddie's other hand rubs up and down your back.

“They've been out of it all night, Volt. I got them to open up, but-”

“-But?”

“-it seemed like a sore spot, so I didn't want to pry.”

“Eddie, I'm sure you could've asked them something.”

“I didn't want to push them away after all they've done for us. What if I said the wrong thing and messed it all up? What then-”

You lift your head up when your phone starts to erratically buzz on the bar table.

“Oh, for fuck's sake.” You swear under your breath before laying your head back down. “Just leave me alone. I don't want to see you anymore.”

Eddie and Volt don't speak for a moment, and you're sure that they're sharing a questioning glance about what just happened.

“Are you talking about another object? If so, you'll find that Eddie and I can be very convincing-”

“Volt.” Eddie warns his other half, who chooses to ignore him.

“No, it's another human.” You softly say with a twinge of pain in your voice. “A human I should've let go of a long, long time ago.”

There's a beat of silence, between your confession and whatever reaction awaits you from Eddie and Volt.

“A human lover, I assume?” Volt asks with bated breath.

“Ex-lover, but yeah.” You feel a bit guilty after admitting all of this, but a weight feels lifted off of your chest.

It's enough to tempt you back into sleepiness, where you feel your eyes slowly shut as the world around you dims slowly into nothingness.

You can still hear Eddie and Volt, but they sound out-of-reach and far away, despite your closeness.

“My sweet, poor little wire… I suppose it wouldn't hurt to shock some sense into this human, right?”

“Volt.”

“Worry not, my sweet Eddie. It's nothing like you're thinking.” You can hear the smile in his words, but they still have some bite and agitation to them.

“Good night.” You murmur to no one in particular as sleep finally overcomes your body.

~

Your bed happily cradles your body as you awake from your slumber. You aren't hungover from the night before, but you still can't remember exactly what happened. 

You were with Eddie for most of the night, and you remember seeing Volt after the bar closed, but that was about it.

I'm sure I'd remember if it was anything important.

As tempting as it is to roll over and go back to sleep, you have a few promises to fulfill with a few special objects in your house.

Your dateviators await you on your nightstand, along with your phone and a napkin that displays the Breaker Box logo on it.

You reach for the napkin first, and you're happy to see a small message on the napkin, written in Volt’s handwriting.

Sleep well, live wire.

~ E & V

You open the drawer on your nightstand and place the napkin with the small pile of other napkins that you've managed to collect from your nights out.

You go to grab your phone, to see if Sam or that strange Tinfoil Hat character has texted you, but you're stopped by the ring of a doorbell.

Your doorbell is ringing.

You fly out of bed before assembling a quick outfit of something that is moderately presentable. You're mindful enough to store the dateviators in a safe place, in case your company is someone who's looking for their whereabouts. 

You grab your phone as the doorbell continues to ring.

“I'm coming. Hold on!” You yell before leaving your bedroom and descending down the stairs. 

Your hand grabs the doorknob, but it refuses to open despite you unlocking it a few seconds ago.

“Dorian…” You mumble under your breath, and the door opens before you start lecturing your door.

Your mouth hangs wide open as soon as you see who's on the other side with a bundle of roses in their hand. 

“Hey.” Your ex gives you a warm smile before handing you the flowers. “I got these this morning. They made me think of you.”

“Oh… um, thank you.” You awkwardly take the flowers from them as you try to figure out what they're doing here. “Would you like to come in?”

“I would, since you're the one who invited me over.”

You move out of the way as your eyebrows furrowed in confusion - you certainly would remember texting them, right?

Your ex heads further into the house as you shut your front door and pull out your phone to check your messages.

Surely enough, there's a plentiful stream of messages between the two of you, which only serves to confuse you further. The messages you sent don't even sound like you - they alternate between being too sappy or too passive-aggressive for your texting style.

It's almost like two different people wrote them…

You shake your head as you follow your ex into the kitchen, where they have already grabbed a vase and filled it with water.

“I still remember where everything is, as strange as it sounds. I don't remember the water in your sink being that hot - is there something wrong with your water heater?” 

They place the vase on your kitchen table, and you carefully position the flowers in the vase.

“Last I checked, it was working fine.” You shrug before gesturing for them to take a seat. “Tea or coffee?”

“Coffee, please.” Your ex answers, and you happily oblige them as your mind tries to wrap itself around the predicament you're in.

It's blatantly awkward between the two of you, and you're not quite sure what to tell them about the situation you find yourself in. 

“Listen, I wanted to talk about us-” They start as you place a coffee cup next to them before you take a seat on the opposite side of the kitchen table. 

“-I do too.” You interrupt them before taking a deep breath. “I know I reached out to you last night and told you to come here, but I needed to tell you this in person.”

Awaiting your answer, your ex leans forward.

“We're done,” Your voice is shaky, but you manage to say the thing you've been wanting to say for years, “for good.”

Bewildered, they look at you before letting out a dry laugh.

“You're not serious, are you? You're just playing hard to get, right?”

“No,” You shake your head, “I'm serious.”

You want to shrink into nothingness when you sense their anger starting to emerge, but you have to stand your ground soon if you want to truly be done with this person. The part of you that would grovel and beg for their attention and grace has died, and a newfound sense of bravery emanates from you.

“You play with my feelings all night, getting all hot and cold with me, just to pull this shit?” They stand up suddenly, but you refuse to let them see any fear from you. “What is fucking wrong with you?”

You'd like to shoot that question back to them, but you don't feel like launching yourself into an argument that would make Dirk and Harper's fights look like child's play.

You, instead, turn your head away and begin to fiddle with your fingers from under the table.

“Is there someone else?”

Heat rises to your face, and your ex bitterly scoffs before slamming their hands on the table.

“I fucking knew it. You've been sleeping around, like a whore-”

“-I'm not a whore.” You respond with an equal amount of malice as you slowly rise from your seat. “And who would care if I was? We aren't together anymore.”

As the argument continues to heat up, you and your ex fail to notice the way the lights above you flicker and respond to your words.

“You're still mine-”

“-since fucking when? The last time you told me I was yours, you cheated on me three days later with my best friend!”

“That was a one-time mistake!” They scream before throwing their hands up in the air. “Are you incapable of forgiving and forgetting?”

“You broke my heart!” Your voice cracks as hot tears threaten to fall from your face. 

You're so close to cracking and allowing them to comfort you, and they know it. They just have to push your buttons a little more, and then you're theirs again.

“Fine. Go off and enjoy your other lovers. I can't wait for them to see how boring you are. When they dump you, you'll come crawling back to me, just like the pathetic little thing that you are.” 

A small tear runs down your face, and your throat is strangled by all of the words you want to unleash onto them. You feel - no, you are - a blubbering mess, and you will do anything for this argument to be over with.

A victorious smile appears on their face, but they're interrupted by the power cutting out across your house.

You thank your lucky stars as a convenient interruption will allow you to escape for a few moments. 

“Sorry, there must be something wrong with the breaker box. I'll quickly go reset the power-”

“-let me. You were always terrible with handiwork around the house.” 

Your ex brushes past you, and you take a moment to compose yourself before following them up the stairs.

“Where's the breaker box?” They ask as you reach the upstairs portion of your house.

“Second door on your right.” You say before grabbing your phone and turning on a flashlight for them to see with.

Although it was light outside, this part of your house didn't have many windows, so it was poorly illuminated without any ceiling lights.

Your ex quickly opens the door and proceeds to open up the breaker box as you provide them with enough light to work with.

“You're directing power to the wrong things. This switch should go the other way-”

As they reach out to touch a switch on the box, a forgotten conversation echoes in the back of your mind.

“My sweet, poor little wire… I suppose it wouldn't hurt to shock some sense into this human, right?”

“Volt.”

“Worry not, my sweet Eddie. It's nothing like you're thinking.” 

“Wait, be careful, you might get-” 

You try to reach out to them, but it's far too late. A loud crackle emerges from the breaker box once they touch it, and they recoil in pain.

“-shocked.”

“FUCK!” They screech as you cover your mouth with your hand. “What is wrong with your breaker box?”

“I don't know.” Choosing to play dumb, you shrug your shoulders. “Maybe you should try another switch?”

“Yeah, genius, I was planning on doing that.”

Resting their injured hand on their side, they take their other hand and attempt to touch another switch.

Your ex gets a similar result to their first attempt- a loud crackling sound followed by their howls of pain as they clutch both of their hands to their chest.

You can't help the laughter that escapes from you - this feels like sweet, sweet karmic justice after all of the times they've ripped your heart out of your chest and stomped on it.

“Oh, you think this is so funny, huh?” They grumble before hesitating to grab another switch. “Why don't you try touching a switch, jackass?”

“Sure!” You gleefully move past your ex as you shine your phone flashlight directly on the breaker box.

Instead of reaching for a switch, you place your hand on the side of the box.

A bit of electricity courses through your veins - not enough to mess with the beating of your heart, but enough to let you know that Eddie and Volt are there with you.

“Alright, show’s over, boys.” You mumble under your breath. “Help me out?”

Another jolt of power goes through your arm, which you take as a yes. Your hand goes to touch the first switch on the left, but the power turns on before you even have a chance to shock yourself.

“Thank you.” You quietly say before your ex pushes you aside.

“There's no fucking way that worked!”

You collide with one of the walls in the closet, and you grumble in pain. The hallway light flickers dangerously as your ex continues to investigate the breaker box.

“I mean, you didn't even touch anything!” 

They attempt to close the breaker box door, but you see sparks fly as their skin makes contact with the breaker box again.

They let out a loud, frustrated scream as you allow yourself to smile and laugh.

“You set this up to make me look like a fucking idiot, huh?” Your ex learns from their first three attempts as they look at the circuitry without touching it.

“I think you did that yourself, to be honest.” You mutter under your breath, and a small buzzing sound comes from the breaker box.

Almost like a nod of agreement.

“Whatever. I'm done with this shit. Where's your band aids?” They grumble to you.

“Downstairs bathroom, under the sink.” You say as they step out of the closet. “Just be careful, that door likes to get… stuck sometimes.” You give them a gentle warning about Dorian as they angrily march down the stairs.

Once they are fully out of earshot, you turn off your phone flashlight before looking at the breaker box.

“I hope you know that you would have actually killed them if you went any further,” You begin to scold Eddie and Volt, but you're powerless to fight the shit-eating grin on your face. “but that was funny and, honestly, well-deserved.”

A happy buzzing noise comes from your breaker box. They're pleased that you're pleased with their efforts. 

“I'll see you later, alright?” You quietly say before closing the breaker box for the day.

You swear you can hear a bit of buzzing, as if Eddie and Volt are chatting amongst each other, as you head down the stairs to say goodbye to a guest that has long overstayed their welcome in your house, thoughts, and heart.

Your ex seems more than happy to leave as they await your presence at the front door.

“Can't believe that the stupid band aid container closed on my hand.” They grumble as they look at their bandaged hands.

“I think it's time you go. For good.” You cross your arms and lean against the end of the stairway railing as they scoff.

“Yeah, I don't want to be in this shithole any longer than I have to.”

“Stop calling me and texting me from different numbers.” This harshness is cold and unfamiliar from you, but it seems to work as they pause before nodding and agreeing. “Get out of my house.”

“Don't have to tell me twice.” 

Your ex opens the door with ease as you stand and watch them leave.

“Don't let the door kick your ass on the way out.” You cheerfully say as they head through the doorway.

“What is that supposed to mean-” They're barely out of your house before the door slams shut in their face.

You can't help but let out a hearty laugh, one that rings all the way through your house. A weight that has been on your shoulders for years has finally been lifted, and you've never felt freer in your life.

I think it's time to properly start my day.

~

By the time night falls on your house, you're dressed in something a little more formal as you aim your dateviators at the breaker box.

You open the door to the panel of switches, and once again, you're pulled into the bar.

Dorian offers you a quick nod as you enter the bar.

“I didn't think you were coming tonight, considering today's events.”

“Oh?” You turn to face him. “You mean when you slammed the front door in the face of my ex?”

“Just doing my job - keeping the bad ones out and the good ones in.” He cracks a rare smile that you happily reciprocate.

You don't have any more time to question Dorian as Volt approaches you with an alluring smile.

“Live wire, you look fantastic tonight!” He outstretches his hand, and you gladly place your hand in his.

He bends down and kisses your hand - an unusual approach, since he usually brings your hand to his lips.

“Volt-” You try to talk to him, but he's simply not having it.

“-my spark, I simply must assure you that today's antics were entirely my fault, and Eddie had not contributed at all-”

“Volt-” You attempt to use a tone similar to Eddie's, but he continues on.

“-though, if you do have some sort of punishment in mind, I'm sure Eddie wouldn't mind taking part of the blame from my shoulders so we can experience the punishment together-”

You place your free hand on his chest, and he finally pauses long enough for you to get a word in.

“Volt, I'm not mad. I know you're trying to protect Eddie, but I'm not upset at either of you.” A gentle sigh leaves your lips. “I'm just relieved that it's finally over.”

Volt seems a bit relieved with your admission, and he pulls you closer to his chest.

“I'm glad to hear that, my light.” He softly says. “It's a slow night, so I'll be able to give you my undivided attention.”

“I like the sound of that.” You tease him back before pulling him in for a kiss.

Electricity flows through every part of your body when you kiss Volt, and this time is no exception. You wonder how your heart can continue beating at the same rhythm when he's putting this much of himself into you.

You only part for air, and when you get enough air in your lungs, Volt recaptures your lips for another hungry kiss.

He pulls you to the side, away from prying eyes as your lips continue to meet with his again and again and again. 

You're only interrupted by a quiet scoff, which causes you to pull away from Volt and look right into Eddie's eyes.

He would look pissed, to any onlooker, but there's a bit of intrigue and want in his gaze.

“Volt, don't you think you should start the show before you attract any more attention to yourself?”

Volt simply laughs before pressing one final kiss to your lips.

“Of course, Eddie,” He pauses to look at you, “but we're not finished here, live wire.”

Volt pulls himself away from you before planting a kiss on Eddie's cheek.

“I'll see you two after the show.”

With a seductive wink, he heads towards the stage as you bite your lip and turn towards Eddie.

You're full of renewed energy from being attached to Volt, so you'd love to do nothing more than pounce on Eddie and smother him in kisses and affection.

“Don't look at me like that, live wire.” His face heats up and he looks away for a moment. 

You don't want to fluster him too badly, so you choose to wrap your arms around him and press a kiss to his temple.

“...You're irresistible.” Eddie says after a brief period of heated silence.

“But you love it.” You whisper as your face gets closer to his.

You can taste the whiskey sour on his breath as he breathes out for a moment, in an attempt to slow his beating heart.

You let him make the next move, and it doesn't take long for him to close the distance and gently kiss you.

The taste of whiskey coats your mouth as his hands tightly grip your waist. He parts from you much sooner than you'd like, but he still manages to make you breathless.

“You're feeling alright?” He asks as you try to form a coherent sentence.

“Never been better.” A genuine smile appears on your lips, and his smile matches yours, just for a moment.

“Good. I'll need you to help me with a few extra repairs, since we weren't able to work last night.” 

You whine softly at the thought of working after the day you've had, but you're quickly shut up by Eddie when he gently squeezes your hips.

“I promise that Volt and I will make it worth your while.”

With that, Eddie leaves you in a flustered state as you watch Volt briefly entertain the crowd.

Who needs to think about ex-flames when you have those two to light up your life?