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wip wednesday

thanks for the tag @bringbackmaes14 ! got some more of that angst fic that i shared a snippet of a while back, which i PROMISE will be posted soon, once i finish one last section and (maybe?) have someone beta read 😅 no big references to character death here, but there is a (likely inaccurate) reference to dementia so i'm putting it under a read more button!

You saw Eddie sitting on the couch, just... staring into space. You called his name gently as you approached, stopping right in front of him before tenderly running your hand through his hair. He smiled at you--- the same placid one he's been wearing a lot lately. You could tell he didn't know who you are, but neither of you said anything. Until, with a gulp, you took a folded piece of paper and with shaking hands unfolded it and gave it to Eddie for him to read.

no pressure tags! @blackbirdofasgard @calif0rnication @high-voltage-heart

[ironicorange]

i missed my man

[rosees3ray]

reblog if it's okay for your mutuals to message you and create an actual friendship, not just interactions

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wip wednesday

ty for the tags @calif0rnication and @blackbirdofasgard ! i fear the breaker box x oc fic that i've been teasing continues to get stalled, but i'm getting my time back slowly but surely!! in the meantime have a lil something that started from an eensy weensy bit of inspo i had one night (its ANGSTY tho, so i'm putting it under the cut; cw for major character death)

You knew this was going to happen eventually. You knew that being human could only end in one way... and yet.

As if the heartache when your boys went gray--- well, Eddie more specifically--- wasn't bad enough, the grief you felt now made you want to vomit.

Eddie was the first to go. Of course he was, you think to yourself. Doesn't make it any easier, does it?

yeah, uh, sorry? i think? 🫠

i fear i cannot think of anyone to tag so. open tag to whomever wants to participate! 😁

[samtf]

reblog to give a strawberry to the person you reblogged this from

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seven sentence sunday

thanks for the tags @calif0rnication and @blackbirdofasgard ! i swear i did Not mean to drop off the face of the earth for... (checks calendar) oops... well anyways the point is that i may not be posting, but i AM alive! i thought summer break would be a good time to chill and work on my breaker box x oc fic. but then. i enrolled in summer classes and took up a job HAHA ahh why do i do this to myself 🥲

anyways here's this week's seven sentences from said breaker box fic! getting close to the end of the first chapter!!

Volt laughs, low and rich. “Oh, no, dear,” Anya scowls at the pet name, “I’m simply looking to spice things up. And you,” Volt chuckles, “you might be just what I’m looking for. The only thing now is whether or not you’re up for it. If not, that’s perfectly fine… I’ll just take my flirting and quote-unquote ‘fake smiles’ elsewhere, per your command,” he smirks. ‘A challenge, huh?’ Anya thinks, scowl deepening. Before they can reply, though, movement near the dance floor catches their eye.

no pressure tags: @lesbianjunimo @high-voltage-heart and anyone else who wants to participate! :3

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(def not more than) seven sentence sunday

we're gonna be focusing on something a little different today definitely not getting distracted from my oc fic not at all cough cough anyways! this one is inspired by an ask i saw on another blog about angry sex with volt after getting the hate ending! this snippet isn't too explicit, but i'm putting it under the cut just in case :3 (and yes ik this is eleven sentences, not seven, but i couldn't Not include the whole last paragraph 😫)

“Eddie’s gone. Eddie’s safe.” Those words reverberated in your ears as you took in the sight before you. You didn’t think Volt had a side like this. Sure, he had gotten annoyed at your prodding of the Breaker Box’s condition in the past, but here? Here, he was pissed.  You knew, rationally, that you should be scared— or maybe terrified would be a better word for this scene. Instead, you were entranced seeing Volt all worked up like this; it took you nearly all of your willpower to not clench your thighs together. Was it fucked up? Oh, without a doubt. Nonetheless…

y'all, imma be so fr... the thoughts i get when that man goes all blue are straight up Unholy 🫠 (and that's coming from an agnostic! lol)

no pressure tags: @blackbirdofasgard @high-voltage-heart @kit-kat-katie & anyone else who wants to participate!

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wip (still technically) wednesday

thanks for the tag @blackbirdofasgard ! more of my breaker box x self-insert fic! anya meets a certain club host for the first time 👀 and yes, i just had to include THAT line (iykyk 😏) (plus a lil note at the end 🤭)

Not long after she leaves, a handsome stranger strolls up to the booth. Anya expects this person to sit down and get all in their personal space. Instead, however, he just leans against the opposite end of the booth and inspects his nails; likely looking for conversation while not forcing anything, they suppose? Anya’s curiosity gets the better of them. “Um… hi?” The stranger beams when he realizes he’s been noticed, “Well, hello, there! My name is Volt; I do hope you’re enjoying your time here at the Breaker Box. Mind if I sit?” Anya could recognize that customer service smile from a mile away, but they decide to play along with whatever scene this stranger— Volt, he calls himself— is setting up. “Yes, I am, actually! I came with my friend, who left just before you came over,” they say, pulling their friend’s drink closer to themselves. “And no, I don’t mind at all.” Volt pretends he doesn’t see Anya’s movement as he sits in the booth. “Fantastic! I must ask, have you come around here before? I pride myself on being able to remember faces, but I don’t remember one quite as striking as yours,” he says as he leans onto the table.

these last few days have been WILD i'm ngl but now i'm finally on summer break! that means, hopefully, i can lock in on this fic (and... mayhaps a few others that may be a bit more than a few that i've put on pause.... ahem) whether or not i'll ACTUALLY lock in, well, that remains to be seen :)

anywaysss, erm, open tag to anyone who wants to participate! :D

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sometimes i make myself laugh while i'm writing, and it's always over the most nonsensical things 💀

case in point (while working on my breaker box x self-insert fic):

good lord, what am i going to do w/ myself.... /silly

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To my readers:

If your comment is long and rambling and full of quotes you enjoyed, I will love it.

If your comment is full of story related questions, I will love it.

If your comment is a single sentence, I will love it.

If your comment is a single emoji, or a string of them, I will love it.

If you comment, I will love it. It's that simple.

[liksieliks]

Small break from the memes of Amir week to address real things

GET HIM, AMIR

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wip wednesday

(crawls out from underground) hey... hi... i'm back with another snippet of my breaker box x self-insert fic... kinda short this time bc we're still in the trenches of the semester but we persevere! really hoping i'll have time to put out at least the first chapter in the coming weeks but we'll see! now on with the show :D

Eddie raises his eyebrows when he sees Volt leaning in… rather close to the patron he pointed out earlier, and can only hope he’s not scaring them too badly. Little did he know…

“So,” Volt starts, with his baby blue eyes half-lidded and his tone sultry, “you’ve come back to the lion’s den, have you?”

no-pressure tags! (seriously, y'all could straight up ignore this post & i wouldn't get offended lol) @high-voltage-heart @blackbirdofasgard

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wip wednesday

thanks for the tag @blackbirdofasgard ! i FINALLY got around to working on the first chapter of my breaker box x self-insert fic, so hopefully i can start posting that soon!!

“You know we don’t have to do this, right? We can go literally anywhere,” Anya asks their friend as the pair enters the bar. They were well aware their friend shouldn’t be drinking, but it seems this friend did not share their sentiment.

“It’ll be fine! You only live once, right?” she reassures them with a laugh as they sit at the bar. Anya gives in, having known their friend long enough to know that once she’s dead set on something, it’ll be near impossible to try and steer her away.

With that, they flag down the bartender and open up a tab; an espresso martini and a mint mojito. Once they’ve gotten their drinks, they find an unoccupied booth and sit down.

“Wanna try each other’s drinks?” Anya asked.

Their friend agreed enthusiastically, adding as a joke, “Y’know, if you want to kiss me, you can just say so.” Anya said nothing, only stared. “Wow, your’s is sweeter than I expected it to be,” she said after trying Anya’s drink, and then rolled her eyes when they tried — and failed — to suppress a laugh.

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remember not liking this sketch, but looking at it now, he's so pretty woah

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wip wednesday

hi, yes, i am indeed alive eheh 😅 school has been kicking my booty i fear, leaving me with no energy to even think about writing 😔 fear not, though! i've got another snippet of the fic i teased a few weeks ago; although this one takes place a bit later on. (also, thanks to @blackbirdofasgard for the tag! :D) also, quick cw for accusations of cheating! if ur sensitive to that kinda stuff, pls keep urself safe n scroll past this <3

Anya sits at their booth, just out of sight of Eddie and Volt’s ex, but right in the range that they can hear every bit of the trio’s… rather heated, discussion, not that it’d be hard in the club where the four of them are the sole occupants. Admittedly, they tune most everything out; at least, until they hear the ex start to yell.

“YOU GUYS ARE FUCKING CHEATERS! AND I BET YOUR PRETTY LITTLE GIRLFRIEND IS REAL PROUD OF BEING A GODDAMN HOMEWRECKER, TOO!”

They freeze; Anya, as well as Eddie and Volt. Although the pair’s shock quickly turns to anger, theirs melts into thoughts that race a mile a minute, stuck on the accusations made against them. In their shock, they go to leave the establishment, barely registering two hands that try to stop them and a gloating voice wrongfully claiming victory as they enter their car and drive off.

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fic preview slash interest check thing because i'm another year older!!

it may not be seven sentence sunday or wip wednesday, but it IS my birthday!!! yippee!!! as a little treat to celebrate, i'm sharing a tidbit of a fic that is... a few months in the making LOL

i have yet to come up with a title for it, but it's a breaker box fic (yet again; i know) also, this fic revolves around my self-insert, rather than a reader-insert, just so y'all know!

for context, this scene is towards the end of my self-insert's first date with the boys! lmk in the notes if y'all are interested in seeing more!! (maybe even getting the full fic... hahaha 👀😳 /silly)

Eddie and Volt, however, seem unconvinced, but her expression tugged just enough at their heartstrings (even if Eddie would be more reluctant to admit it than Volt) that they decided to give them this one thing.

“Alright, if you say so…but just this once. Next time, you’re not paying a single dime,” Eddie concedes. 

Anya’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise; both at the seemingly easy win, and at the implication of what he says afterwards. “There’s gonna be a next time? You guys wanna see me again?”