You can call me Lyra, or L, or Heart, whatever. This blog is going to be dedicated to Date Everything!, primarily to Eddie & Volt bc they have infested my brain, but I will feature other characters as well.
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I've always been a fandom lurker who never really interacted with other people. Two guys in a dating sim have made me want to change that, so here I am! Though I'm still kinda wary of existing in online spaces. Also I have no clue how tumblr works so be nice or I will hunt you for sport.
What you can expect:
- Drabbles, short stories (including character x reader things), and chapters for fanfiction I may or may not finish
- Character/route analysis stuff
- Edits of character sprites (bc it's easier than drawing from scratch)
- Fanart? Maybe? I have some Homeowner OC stuff and some sketches of the boys but life is draining
- Shitposts and memes
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- Consistency. Being a senior in college and working part time takes up most of my day so I sadly can't create as often as I'd like to qwq
â¨If you like what I upload, you're very welcome to comment underneath my posts & reblog my stuff. It can be silly, it can be serious, it can be whatever you want it to be! I'm happy to get likes, but it doesn't replace getting a heartfelt comment or reblog.â¨
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Alrighty I've been slacking off for too long, I'm putting a self-imposed deadline for the next chapter of 130 Beats per Amp and setting it for this weekend.
In the meantime: would you guys be interested in knowing a bit of background for the HouseVision content? Aka who's singing what, how the voting goes, etc etc?
If you are, you're welcome to send me an ask or post a comment here! I haven't planned out everything and haven't chosen the winner yet so if ppl would like to throw in ideas, I'd also be happy to look at those đ
Quick question for chapter 14... Are you gonna post it on tumbler or private it and post it on ao3? Cause if you private it and post it on ao3,i cant read itđ i dont have an account on ao3 (cause some priv reasonsđ)
Hello there!
I have always posted 130 Beats per Amp on both Tumblr and AO3, and I've never made anything private, nor have the intention to (I don't even know what the purpose of private posting is ngl). The fanfic on AO3 can also be read by everyone, even if only registered users can comment (get an AO3 account, peeps! It's free, you don't have to post anything, and you'll get access to a ton more fanfics!)
If the concern is about possible smut stuff, ppl post smut on Tumblr all the time, so I should be fine. Especially since idk how much stuff will be in there in the end bc idk if I'll not fuck it up đ
hi hello have some Volt headcanons inspired by my lovely lovely chats in @high-voltage-heart and @voltageous-merlot's breaker boys server!! i've had this idea brewing for ages but it was everyone in there's fun discussions that got these onto the page <3
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Volt likes to let you know heâs thinking of you, even when you arenât able to communicate in any human way. Most often, he does so with a small, affectionate shock.
Electricity is needed all throughout the house, and Volt is the one who goes around checking on if the other objects are having any power issues. So he sees you outside the atmosphere of the Breaker Box more often than youâd think. He likes the way you look when you lounge about without the dateviators on, not intending to impress anyone. You and Eddie both look your most beautiful when there are no burdens on your shoulders.Â
When he sees you like that, he can never resist reaching out to touch you. A soft caress of your arm, or your leg, just a brush against your skin. You always startle for a moment at the sudden prickle of energy, before laughing softly and letting out a soft âHi, Volt. Want me to stop by tonight?â Another tiny jolt is his reply of âAlways.â
The most common time for him to send a little electricity your way is when youâre leaving for work. Almost every morning, as your hand reaches for the doorknob and just before you can make contact, a small spark hits your fingers.Â
When he first started doing it, you didnât even put it together that it was him. Youâve always had a bit more static charge to you than the average person. It isnât out of the ordinary for you to get shocked. It wasnât until a rather pouty host asked why you always âflit out the door without a goodbyeâ that you connected the dots and realized those shocks might have been more intentional than you initially thought.
You spent the rest of that night snuggled up on his lap at your VIP table to make up for âso cruelly ignoringâ him, as he playfully put it. It was nothing you couldnât fix with a trail of kisses up his jaw and some loving words.~Â
Now itâs just another part of your morning routine. Much like pressing snooze on your alarm twice, picking out earrings, and brushing your teeth. The morning feels disjointed without a little jolt from dear Volt, now.
And every time that spark hits your fingers, youâre sure to wish him a sweet goodbye. Oftentimes you merely blow a kiss or offer up a quick âLove you!â But there is some variety. Any acknowledgement makes Volt happy. Even a small âHi, Volt,â with a smile makes his chest buzz with contentment.
His favorite way that you return his greeting in the morning, though, is when you gently pull your fingers from the door and press a lingering kiss to the spot where the current was strongest that day. The first time you did it, Volt was rendered so speechless that Eddie asked later what youâd done to him. âWhatever it was, do it again,â he says. âSo I can laugh at him some more.â
So if you've played Dishy's boss fight, one of the charas that comes if you call a friend for help is Eddie. If that was 130 Beats per Amp Eddie, how would that proceed fm there on? Because if Eddie uses his powers on Dishy, nothing works.
I actually already answered this ask! I had to look it up bc I wasn't sure, but you can find it here!
Hey there! Are YOU looking for a chill DE server that's centered around the Breaker Box?
âĄFull Wattage is an 18+ only, (mostly) SFW space dedicated to Eddie and Volt from Date Everything! Our goal in creating this server was to make a space where fans of all orientation (or lack there-of) could have a space to enjoy The Breaker Box and the owners and share headcanons, fics, fanart, and just overall gush with others!âĄ
If you'd like to join me and @voltageous-merlot to chat about the boys, contribute your own stuff, or just lurk around, the server link is here! See you there! đ
Reblogging this as a thank you to everyone who has joined so far! We didn't expect so many people would be interested and happy to join us in yapping about the boys! A huge shoutout to everyone, you guys are amazing đŤś
I'd tag everyone but I don't wanna annoy ppl... Also, Merlot and I intend to keep the link open for a while! After that, you'll be able to send us a DM to join if you're still interested đ
Hey there! Are YOU looking for a chill DE server that's centered around the Breaker Box?
âĄFull Wattage is an 18+ only, (mostly) SFW space dedicated to Eddie and Volt from Date Everything! Our goal in creating this server was to make a space where fans of all orientation (or lack there-of) could have a space to enjoy The Breaker Box and the owners and share headcanons, fics, fanart, and just overall gush with others!âĄ
If you'd like to join me and @voltageous-merlot to chat about the boys, contribute your own stuff, or just lurk around, the server link is here! See you there! đ
Hey, this may sound oddly specific, but any chance you can do a little thing involving the Breaker Box reaction to a thigh tattoo? Like Livewire wears long pants/skirts for the most part, so the tattoo would be,not scandalous, but surprising
Sorry for the late reply, been a bit busy with fanfic writing and IRL stuff...
I think the boys would be surprised to see something like that, especially if you don't have any other tattoos on your body. If it's one of many, I don't think it would have that much of an impact on them.
To be honest, I don't really see either of them as being very fascinated with tattoos (but maybe I'm just biased bc I don't really care for them either). They'd likely ask about the backstory behind the motif, and if there is one, they'd love to hear it! And if you just wanted to get it done for the fun of it, they'd speak out their respects. I'm no expert on tattoos, but the thigh sounds like a painful spot to get needles jammed into đ
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Tags: WIP Fanfiction, yandere x reader AU, gender neutral reader
CW/TW: suggestive comments & mildly sexual stuff, light implications of stalking, verbal threatening of a third party
POV: Reader
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It would be fair to say that you've made lots of decisions in your life. Good ones, bad ones, some you have regretted, some you haven't. It's a box of chocolates, or whatever the movies say. Frankly, the worst part is not knowing how good a decision was until after the fact, and whether you'll come to regret stepping on the stage of the Breaker Box. The anticipation makes the butterflies in your stomach feel more like electric hornets.
âNo frowning,â Barry tuts, currently busy with covering up a pimple that decided to blemish you on your big day, âor the foundation will get into all the creases.â
âJust relax, azizam,â Amir adds, his grey eyes scanning over the worry lines on your face. He gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, smiling fondly down at you. âStage fright is not something you need concerning yourself with. You're already the biggest, brightest star around.â He sighs. âI wish you could represent us, and not thatâ â you've never heard a word spoken with more disgust â âcrapper.â
How Jean-Loo managed to become the contestant for the bathrooms is a mystery to you, but he did. Celia asked the two bathrooms be counted as one room, since quite a number of objects can be found in both. Somehow, you doubt that that was the only reason⌠Given the rather big, uhm, âpersonalitiesâ of some of the objects here and downstairs, it wouldn't surprise you if this was more a measurement to avoid having to hear both Jean-Loo AND JohnnyâŚ
You relax the muscles in your face, letting out a small breath to calm yourself. When Barry motions you to close your eyes, you do.
A thought pops into your head. âWhy aren't you on stage, Amir?â
âWhy, I'd love to,â the mirror replies with a scoff. âBut it seems that he got more votes than I did.â
Wow. That happened? Jean-Loo is, objectively, a good rapper, he really is. But his accent⌠Not to mention the whole âcrap" thing. I guess you can make a man out of the toilet, but you can't make a toilet⌠You know what? Your brain isn't working properly, you're not going to finish that train of thought.
Any brushes and sponges on your face disappear as Barry perks up. âThere! All done, and you look absolutely fabulous, if I may say so myself.â
You tilt the Dateviators a bit, peering over the top of the lenses to look at yourself in the mirror. And you look back with a glow you could have never imagined on your own face, that glow that you know from magazines, from TV shows and movies. The glow of someone whoâs finally happy with their lives.
It makes you chuckle, really. When you think back to all those months ago, before Skylar crashed through your window, the face you would see in the mirror wouldnât recognize the you in the chair now. Maybe love really is some crazy drug? Okay, and friendship. And the banger outfit and makeup that Amir and Barry have put on you. Canât let your partners take all the credit now.
With a flick of your finger, the Dateviators snap back into place, letting you smile at your personal fashionistas once more. âYouâve really outdone yourself, guys.â
Shining brighter than any highlighter, Barry canât help but giggle. âOh, darling, youâre making me blush over here!â
âAre you guys done already? This princess still needs the makeover I was promised,â a new voice cuts in.
Ah. Bathsheba, the jury for the bathrooms. You didnât dig into the formalities of the content much â not that anyone told you anything in the first place. Eddie and Voltâs doing, you assume, so you donât overwork yourself. Bathsheba was loudly bragging about it for the past three days, though, so itâs not like you went digging.
Quickly standing up (and frankly not wanting to get even more nervous with her around), you make way for the bathtub princess to claim her throne. You even throw in a little bow for her.
She pauses. Eyes flicker, all over you, before she stems a hand on her hip. âNot bad. Not bad at allâŚâ
With the unexpected, but rather comforting words, you raise back up, smiling at her. âThanks. Best of luck to you guys.â
âOh, please,â she sneers. âWe donât need luck. Weâre the best.â
That remains to be seen. Still, you say goodbye to everyone and head over to the bedroom to pick up the last accessories of your outfit, and to wish the objects there good luck as well. As soon as you enter, you can already see Betty and Diana helping out Ben-hwa with an outfit that looks way too complicated to put on, and far more revealing than would ever be allowed on a public stage.
Instantly, a cheer of greetings welcomes you in, a low whistle from the adult toy themselves, and lots of excited chatter from Skylar and Phoenicia.
âOh! Now that outfit is downright gorgeous on you, hon!â
Skylar eagerly clasps her hands together. âYou really look good! I mean, I know I watched you get dressed and all, but I canât hold back anymore!â Every inch of her face is radiating all the love she has seen grow in this house. âThis is going to be awesome!â
âYou better wish me luck,â Ben-hwa chimes in, absolutely shameless in the way their eyes scan your body. âIf I win⌠Maybe we could ask your boyfriends if the backstage area is any good for a little âcelebratingâ, if you get meâŚâ
Ah⌠well, thatâs- Ahem. You nod your head, hoping that Barryâs foundation is thick enough to cover your blush. âGood luck, guys!â You clear your throat, quickly grabbing your stuff. âI really gotta go, though, itâs getting late.â
Diana nods, wholly focused on tightening a strap on the toyâs leg. âIn the end, is luck real? We can only take destiny into our own hands.â
Just as youâre about to head out, Betty calls out your name, and you look over your shoulder to see her gentle expression. Itâs a gaze full of warmth, of pride, from one of the people who youâve likely spent most of your time with.
âIâm looking forward to seeing you on the stage,â she says, and you know itâs a wish for you to relax, and most importantly: to have fun up there.
â...thanks.â
As you close the door to the bedroom behind you, you let out a deep breath. When was the last time you were on a stage? That old play in high school? Gosh, itâs really been ages, and yet, the best of tingles run down your spine as you think of the limelight shining down at you. This is it: the big goodbye. Going out with a bang. Youâve had a good run, honestly. Reggie has come to visit a few times, you wonât lie, but thatâs nothing that a candy from Keith couldnât fix. Some part of you, that always-negative worm wiggling in your subconscious, knows that, once everyone is gone, the house will be empty. Youâre not expecting everyone to suddenly vanish â you really hope that youâll see them from time to time. But granting an object life is nothing short of miraculous. So while youâre sad to see them go, knowing that theyâll get to experience humanity fills you with a warm, fuzzy feeling. Itâs the right thing to do.
Music is already faintly coming through the door to the utility closet. Seems that the hosts are getting ready tooâŚ
The hostsâŚ
You pause. Slowly, your gaze trails down the stairs into the floor below, and that sinking pit in your stomach comes back. Youâre sure last night was just Nightmare having her fun one more time. Bad omens are a superstition, anyway.
Still, you canât help but recall that dream. Walking down the stairs, groggy, barely conscious. Adjusting the Dateviators on your nose as you stumbled through the darkness, in the mood for a midnight snack. Stopping in your tracks as you saw a blue glow from the kitchen. You had no time to wonder whether you left the fridge door open, suddenly being startled by a low, dangerous, electric growl.
âDo you think that thatâs an excuse?â
You froze.
âI do not care for your âconditionâ. Do not forget that you are replaceable. If you ever do something like this againâŚâ
There was no time to hear the rest of the conversation. You tiptoed back to your room, any hunger now vanished, and closed the door behind you. Thatâs all you remember.
âDaydreaming again, live wire?â
Itâs sheer whiplash, how he sounds so loving now, as you perk up in surprise. Volt is leaning against the doorframe, watching you with a teasing grin on his lips. White eyes scan all over your body, lingering on the parts your outfit highlights most, and he has no shame, staring at you without restraint. It makes your cheeks feel hot again.
Youâre no better, honestly: when you see the shirt he has on, with an even lower cut than usual, and how he has paired it with not only a dark coat, but a damn corset⌠He even matches your outfit. Nothing stops you as you step closer, putting your hands on his snatched waist, not a single thought in your head except for how gorgeous he looks.
âHas there ever been a single day where you havenât looked perfect?â Itâs not even flattery, or rhetorical, at this point â youâre genuinely curious about how he always manages to look so flawless.
Instead of answering, Volt gently takes your hands from his body and uses them to give you a little twirl, keeping you at just the right distance so he can appreciate all the finer details of your outfit.
A low, pleased hum leaves his lips. âI fear that youâve long surpassed me in that regard, darling.â He then pulls you close, one hand snaking around your waist while the other gently grabs your cheek, before he leans in for a quick, yet sensual kiss. Once you part again, his eyes glow a tad more. âReady for your big moment?â
âYou make it sound like this is something life-changing,â you joke, leaning into the palm thatâs still holding your face.
âMaybe it is.â
That low tone, a conspiracy in and of itself, makes you chuckle.
Cocking your head to the side, you motion towards the open door of the Breaker Box. âShall we?â
Arm in arm, you step past the âopenâ sign and into the club, and your eyes widen. All the tables have been arranged entirely different from usual, neat little isles to separate the artists, the jury, and the public from each other. It's just like you've seen in those videos, albeit at a smaller scale.
For a second, you think you spot Eddie in the corner, before the light reveals a very excited and very eager Cabrizzio instead, currently moving the tablecloths in minuscule amounts and checking whether they're centered for the fifth time. He's watching everything like a director on a set, making sure that it's all perfect. That expression is almost scary⌠You turn to Volt.
â...you know how he is when he's set on something,â he sighs, burying his hands in the pockets of his slacks. â In any case, he's been a great help.â
Walking further inside, you see some of the other objects that volunteered to help: Holly is currently busy hanging up some garlands, while Artt and Chairemi check the mics, occasionally calling out for Skips to change something about the lighting.Â
Who you can't spot, no matter where you look, is the actual owner of the club.
âWhere is Eddie?,â you wonder as Volt leads you to your usual table, which has now been assigned as the seating area for the hosts.
âStill fiddling with some things backstage," he hums as he sits down next to you, âhe'll join us in a bit. In the meantime: would you like something to drink?â
You shake your head. âNo, no, or I'll mess up on stage."
âThat scared of the limelight?â Volt raises a teasing eyebrow.
âYou wish,â you scoff, âyou just want to see me panicked so I can come to you with all my worries.â
Voltâs grin only widens. âI do love to see your flustered face, live wire,â he coos, leaning close enough that you can feel the electric tingle on his face as he leans close and personal, breath tickling your ear. âItâs my favorite expression on you.â
Stop, stop, you donât need more reasons for your heart to race on top of the upcoming act! Quickly shoving Voltâs face away, you can only spot that signature grin between your fingers as you keep him at armâs length.
âPoor little spark.â Thereâs no pity in his voice, only the sadistic euphoria of a cat toying with his food. He takes your wrist, removing his face from your palm to look at you once more, that glint in his eyes pure, pure evil.
Fucker. Before you even know what youâre doing, you grab his chin, eliminating any distance you had previously put between you and him, and stare deep into those white, glowing eyes.
âVolt⌠I have half a mind to not just bend you over the table and make you shut up.â
Silence. Sheer, stunned silence. For a second, you fear youâve gone too far, made him uncomfortable.
What you donât expect is a vibrant blue to spread across his cheeks, almost glowing in its intensity. Voltâs eyes are wide like saucers, brows furrowed, lips in a slight pout. You would have never guessed that he was capable of making such an expression, but fuck, does it look good on him.
âI think your flustered face is becoming my favorite expression on you too,â you croak, somewhere between ecstasy and disbelief. Is this how he feels every time he teases one of you? Gosh, this really is addicting.
Trying to save face with a laugh, he leans in closer to the table, just barely sitting at the edge of the seat. His legs shift in a weird way, but before you can question him, all the diligent helpers approach the table.
Holly raises her hands in the air. âWeâre done! Wohoo!â She shares a high-five with Chairemi.
âItâs beautiful,âCabrizzio sobs. Oh God, are those real tears?
Volt is quick to straighten up, his showman persona kicking in. âAh, you all have my gratitude, friends! The Breaker Box is ready for its final, big event!â It may not be noticeable to the others, but thereâs a small shake in his voice that makes you feel rather smug.
âThank you, guys!â You have a feeling that youâve thanked people a lot today. Really, youâre grateful for everyoneâs help.
âShould I go open the door?â Chairemi asks, already stepping closer to the entrance?
Waitâ Eddie still isnât to be found anywhere. Is he still repairing things?
Just as youâre about to voice your concerns, Volt speaks up. âPlease, go ahead. Also, please find your seats, everyone.â
Grabbing his forearm, and now seriously concerned, you turn Voltâs attention back at you.
âEddie still isnât here.â
âHe will be.â
âEveryone else is done,â you press him, eyes darting to the stage. If Eddie is overworking himself again, youâre going to kick his ass (lovingly, of course).
Lacing his warm hand with yours, Volt keeps you grounded in your seat, offering a tender smile. âThereâs nothing to worry about, darling. This night is supposed to be special â special canât be rushed, you know?â
Thatâs⌠a fair point, you guess, even if you donât like the thought of Eddie working extra, even if this time itâs the exception, and not the norm. Nonetheless, you trust Volt, so you squeeze his hand, leaning against his shoulder with a sigh.
âOkay.â A gulp. âI think Iâm just nervous.â
âOh, donât apologize,â Volt hums, brushing a strand of hair from your face. âHow about we go to welcome our guests in the meantime?â He tilts his head. âUnless youâd rather stay here and gather your courage?â
âNo, no, Iâm coming.â
Volt helps you out of your seat, and the two of you walk over to the entrance once more. The first wave of guests is already here, and you barely register whatâs happening before youâre embraced in a tight hug. Hundreds of green leaves flutter against your face before you even see her face.
Your arms fly around the sudden attacker. âPrissy!â
âOh, oh, Iâm so excited!â Thereâs really no need to mention it, the way sheâs blooming with glee is more than obvious. Are those flowers on her dress a part of her costume, or a natural touch from the plastic plant turned real?
Behind her, you see the typical duo of Sophia and Monique, in what you think are the most gorgeous matching dresses youâve ever seen: luxurious with golden details, of an elegant black, with little rhinestones forming swirling patterns. It leaves you speechless for a second. Next to them, Zoey eagerly waves at you and also comes running. What truly knows the air from your lungs, though, is the vomit of colors that is Parkerâs asymmetrical suit. It looks like something out of a comic book, and as much as youâd like to mean it in a nice way, you really canât. Will he be the one on the stage tonight?
âGood evening, everyone.â Volt takes over his regular host duties while you recover from the sight, listening to Prissy and Zoey.
Their voices are hushed giggles as they tell you about how the rehearsals went, how Prissy hopes that everyone has a great time, and how (and this Zoey whispers) Sophia and Parker got into a fight over costumes, where none of them would budge.
Well that explains a lot.
A moment later, you can already hear the loud voice of a certain someone talking to the audience on their screen, and you take it upon yourself to direct the ladies and Parker over to their seats, while Prissy and Zoey go find seats in the audience. Any time away from Luxâs possible comments is time well spent.
Surprisingly, as soon as they enter, they go silent, but youâre too busy to care much.
Once you return to Voltâs side, it really looks like the entrance to a concert hall: people are lined up, curiously peeking through the doors. Itâs fascinating how easily Volt handles the crowd, years of experience letting him direct the masses without any effort. You greet nervous faces, meek smiles, wide ones, all of them brimming with excitement. Sometimes, you watch someone stutter when Volt greets them, eyes not meeting those gleaming white ones. Mentally, you try to make a list, betting with yourself whether those are the objects that will perform tonight. Slowly, the Breaker Box fills up to the very brim, its typical chill atmosphere replaced by something downright electric.
Eyes scanning the tables, you check whether everyoneâs here. There is no obligation to watch the contest, but you still hope that everyone can come together like this, possibly for the last time.
After showing the last person to their seats, you watch the empty entrance hall, before turning to Volt. âAre we missing anyone?â
A low hum leaves the manâs throat, and he buries his hands in his pockets once more, before he shrugs. âAdmittedly, I donât claim to know every object in the house. I trust that you would be better suited to answer that question than I am.â
Great.
âIn any case, itâs almost time. If people still want to join, the door is open to them, but you should get ready, live wire,â he notes, checking an imaginary watch on his wrist.
To confirm, you check your own phone, and lo and behold, heâs right: itâs almost 9 PM. Time to get the show going. Which means that your own act is right around the corner.
Deep breaths. Youâre not here to win. Youâre not even a contestant. Youâre only here to set the mood and get everything going. Simple enough. Everything is fine. Gosh, why does your body have to be stupidly anxious about something youâre looking forward to?
As you walk past the countless objects on your way to the stage, you make more mental notes on who sits in the performer booths. Passing your own seat, you still find it devoid of your other boyfriend.
You pause.
Volt does too. This time, he doesnât have to ask whatâs wrong, and you donât have to ask your question either. He knows what you want to know.
âVolt.â
Silence follows. Then, finally, he speaks up. âDo you trust us?â
Your brows furrow. âWhat?â
âDo. You. Trust. Us.â Every word is punctuated, spoken with the heaviness of a storm. Volt continues to stare at you, his gaze not unkind, but definitely piercing.
It makes you uneasy. Especially because the answer is ânot about you two not overworking yourselvesâ. But this is not a private conversation: you can already see Chance and Dasha in the table next to yours looking over at the two of you. The last thing you need right now is to cause a scene, and it certainly wonât help your nerves.
So instead of questioning Volt, like you did all those months ago, you let out a resigned sigh. â...of course.â
Those words seem to relax him, because he too sighs, gently taking your hand. âYou know that Eddie wouldnât miss your performance for anything in the world.â He brings your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles before he finally lets your hand go. Those glowing hues plead with you. âJust trust us, live wire. Weâll make sure that everything is perfect.â
Holding back the urge to press for more is hard. Humanity didnât evolve pattern recognition for nothing. There is a crowd waiting for the show to start, though. Which means that whatever alarm bells are ringing need to suck it up.
Without another word you walk through the little door on the side to the backstage area. There, Telly immediately spots you, walking over with a mic in their hands.
âThereâs tonightâs star, hottest babe in the bar!â Ever dialed up to the max, and very stylish today, if you may add, they hand you the mic .
âHey Telly,â you greet them, trying yourself at a smile.
âDonât look so nervous, honey!â They put an arm over your shoulder. âGot butterflies in your tummy? Youâre momentâs coming up and you lookinâ like your legs are made of gummy!â
What you donât sayâŚ
You shake your head. âIâm fine. A little anxious, but Iâm fine.â Meanwhile, you try to look past him, hoping to spot Eddie working on something here.
Outside, you can hear Voltâs booming voice past the curtains, no microphone needed to make himself heard. He greets the audience, goes through the program, and starts explaining the origins of the contest.
This is it. This is what youâve spent the last week preparing for, in between helping objects. Itâs the start of the end. Somehow, that brings some sense of calm into you. To know that this is already over, sometime in the near future.
In a bit of a falsetto, Telly speaks up. âDon't let your knees rattle. It picks up on the mic.â
And with that reference, they shoot you a grin and walk out of the door.
Now youâre alone with your thoughts.
âGoing in in 10,â Skipâs voice sounds from a speaker to your right. â9, 8, 7âŚâ
âAnd now, letâs welcome our introductory act of the night,â Volt announces, loud and clear despite the muffling curtains. âOur dear homeowner, with the song Siren!â
Itâs time.
Feet bringing you past the curtain. You step onto the stage, the room already dark and the clapping of the audience slowly subsiding. Oceanic blue fills your vision as the projector turns on, drowning the club in the depths of the sea. White lines of water glimmer against your skin, catching in the little sequins of your outfit, making you glimmer like a gem, brighter than the Heart of the Ocean. The room is silent. Bated breaths from obscured faces blended in a crowd, all eyes directed on you, and you alone.
When your lips part, they do so in a breath, the luring call of a siren.
âYou'll be seeing me in your dreams
But I'll be there when your reality drowns.â
The background music is little more than an ebb and flow of staccato notes, leaving your voice to make or break your performance. Your nerves canât reach you here, though. Not here, not on this stage, not when you know that this room is full of friends, lovers, and the occasional acquaintance youâre more than eager to outshine. Taken out of your element, thrown into the fray, you couldnât be happier. Your body moves to the rhythm, low, sensual tilts, a hand trailing across your chest. If not now, when will you ever get a chance like this to truly feel yourself?
âThis could be perfection
Or venom dripping in your mouth
Singing like a siren
Love me while your wrists are bound
You've been seeing me in your dreams
But I'll be there when your reality drowns.â
You wish that you could spot the reactions from the crowd, but itâs too dark. Instead, your mind fills the blanks, as you imagine rosy cheeks, bitten lips, eyes that canât look at you and eyes that canât stop staring.
âBoy, I know what you desire
Oh, you're such a bad bad liar
I want you and I just can't take it
So listen to me when I say it.â
A breath before the last chorus. Your lips graze against the metal grid of the mic.
âThis could be perfection ââ
Itâs not your voice that breaks the silence. Too fast, too sudden, a hand finds your waist, while another grabs yours from behind.
âOr venom dripping in your mouthâ
In the split second that he makes you twirl, the pieces finally click together once you see his face.
âSinging like a siren
Love me while your wrists are boundâ
Eddie.
âYou've been seeing me in your dreams
But I'll be there when your reality drowns.â
Thatâs when he dips you, and his nose is pressed to yours, chest to chest, and his eyes are deeper and darker than any storm you have ever seen.
âI'll be there when your reality drowns.â
That voice. The way he sung that last verse, it leaves your body pliant in his hold, every inch of you buzzing. No part of you obeys you, not your shaky knees, not your mouth, and definitely not your dignity.
Cheers erupt from the audience, but youâre entirely too dazed by the situation to register it. Oh, was it not loud enough? Thatâs fine â nothing that canât be fixed. Anything clouding your mind is immediately gone once Eddie kisses you, and the crowd goes wild.
The kiss ends, and Eddie pulls up back upright, a dust of pink on his face, along with a big, wide grin that he barely conceals behind his hand.
âA marvelous performance from our dear Eddie and our beloved darling!â Voltâs voice booms through the club as the blue of the screen disappears and some of the lights turn on, marking an intermission between acts. âWhat a wonderful way to start out this contest.â
You still feel dizzy after everything. The good kind of dizzy, but gosh, your head is spinning.
âWhile we set the stage for our first contestant, letâs see tonightâs hosts off with another round of applause!â
Startling you back into the present, Eddie takes your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. Then, with a small bow, he drags you past the curtains back to the small dressing room.
Finally, in the dim light backstage, you manage to get an unhurried, good look at him. Eddie looks downright gorgeous today: his cable hair has been styled back, a stage mic fixed clipped behind his ear, his usual combo replaced by an airy shirt and lots of cable accessories, all matching you and Volt. With his sleeves rolled up, that low cut exposing a peek of his chest, and the long slacks⌠He looks like he dug around in Voltâs closet. And honestly, you love it. But the best part is how heâs still blushing, his gaze now downcast, shy, such a stark contrast to his bravado on stage.
He clears his throat, muttering lowly. âIâm never doing something like that againâŚâ
Thereâs so much you want to say. How amazing that was, how gorgeous he looks, how much you liked his voice, that you hope that heâll sing with you again someday, ask how he knew which song â
Wait.
You never told him what you were going to sing. In fact, you refused to tell both Eddie and Volt when they asked, wanting this surprise to work for once. Itâs been impossible to do anything out of the blue with them â somehow, they always know what youâre planning. Yeah, sure, some things they could have found out through gossip, or because they asked around. This time, you made everyone promise you not to spoil them, and you made sure to practice only in your room, far away from prying eyes and ears.
Bad omens donât exist. Gut feelings, though? Those are very, very real.
âSpark? Did you⌠not like it?â
Sheer insecurity drips from his voice, and while your gut may not like it, your heart breaks at the sight of those grey eyes filled with fear, regret, on the verge of beating himself up. Youâre too weak for this man.
Cupping his face in your hands, you lean in, gently pressing a kiss to his lips. A smile rests on your face. âIt was⌠Awesome. More than awesome, but my brain is too mushy for words,â you giggle. Then, you bite your lip. âThat dip was hot.â
Eddie clears his throat, another giddy smile spreading on his lips. âIâm-â his voice breaks, and he clears his throat again, trying to seem as nonchalant as ever. Itâs not working. â...Iâm glad you liked it.â
Youâll need to have a serious discussion with your boyfriends about being nosy once the night is over, but that can wait.
Eddie pulls you into a hug, burying his face in your neck with a sigh. âSorry if I worried you earlier.â
You scoff. âWhere were you hiding?â
âGetting ready in the storage room,â he admits.
At least heâs here now. And he doesnât look like he has overworked himself to near-death again, which is good.
Suddenly, you feel the gulp of Eddieâs throat against yours. âYou look⌠beautiful tonight, live wire.â His arms around your body tighten. âFuck, you were amazing on the stage.â
âDid you even see me?â
âWhat kind of question is that?â Leaning back up, he takes your chin in his hand. âOf course I did.â
âHow? If you were hiding from me in the storage room,â you huff.
Eddie shrugs. âI have my ways.â
That doesnât sound suspicious at all, does it?
Before youâre able to press the matter, though, you let out a startled gasp as Eddie dips you again, a shit-eating grin on his face. âDid you like our little surprise? Volt thought it would give it a little more ââ his voice comes out low and teasing, ââ impact, if I was the one to do this.â
Fuck, it definitely was an impact, thatâs for sure. Going back to this position you only got to savor for a few seconds on the stage is bringing back the low thrum in your veins, and the way Eddie is looking at you doesnât make this any better.
Screw this, youâve had enough worries for one night. Grabbing his face in your hands, you pull him down until your lips crash against each other. Eddie groans into the kiss, wasting no time in letting his tongue run along the seams of your mouth, eager to press in. His hands are everywhere, keeping you up in this impossible arch and not letting you go, his hidden strength shining though once more. You sigh into the kiss, one hand gripping at the hem of his shirt as you press against him, all too eager to forget everything around you.
âOh my, are the celebrations starting already?â
A sudden voice makes both of you freeze in your place, heads whipping around to spot a certain object that looks very pleased with themselves.
âDonât mind me, Iâll just watch~â Ben-hwa sing-songs, Telly in tow to help them mic up for the show.
Instantly, you pry yourself away from Eddie, and both of you straighten up, trying to hide your disheveled states. Right, thereâs still a contest going on. One that you really donât want to miss.
Grabbing your hand once more, Eddie chokes out a âgood luckâ before heâs dragging you outside, but not without whispering something in your ear, low and sensual and definitely not helping the situation at all. âWhen itâs just the three of us again, letâs continue this, mkay?â
âŚthese men will be the death of you.
I wanna apologize for being gone for so long, first it was my exams, then it was the writing block⌠Oops.
Anyways, here it is! HouseVision! A long chapter today, and I hope I can live up to your expectations⌠You'll see who wins in the next chapter (that should hopefully not take me another month and a half).
For anyone curious, here's a link to the song the homeowner sings!
I feel like Volt and Eddie would love being able to hear their Livewireâs heartbeat or just like being able to hear them breathing especially if the Livewire was hurt during the outage (cough, my homeowner oc, cough), and especially if they are accident prone
Just some rambling because I think breaker box duo can breathe but they donât really have a heartbeat/ it isnât loud (I LOVE YOUR WORK)
Thank you for your kind words!
I agree that the boys would like hearing LW's heartbeat before they're realized! I've seen a few interpretations floating around about what the boys have instead of a heartbeat, like a low, constant current. After all, they don't really have organs, so it's not like they need to breathe or pump blood for that matter. But this game is not very strict with its world building so that's that.
Anyways, back to the ask. I think Volt would love to press a hand or an ear up to your chest, say something to make you flustered, and feel with glee how your heart rate picks up. He's very cheeky about it, and loves to check your pulse in more subtle ways too by taking your wrist and squeezing softly to feel your pulse.
Eddie is the opposite in that he loves to feel when your heartbeat slows. When he manages to calm you down from something, or feels how he makes you feel safe, or when you drift off in his arms after a long day of repairs. It shows him that you feel safe in the Breaker Box, that he makes you feel safe.
Overall, they love this little indicator of your mood, it's very endearing to them <3
