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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!
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Eddie and Volt are surprised, considering the fact that you're dating your entire household, which is all dating amongst itself. Your possessive streak isn't unwelcome, though--far from it.
Volt enjoys it. Immensely. Eddie's protective side doesn't come out to play very often, so Volt quite enjoys getting to be shown off by not one, but two partners.
Eddie acts all stoic and gruff about it in public, but he also enjoys it. He has two guard dogs now.
Speaking of guard dogs: all three of you are both the guard dog and the protected. Someone asks sweet Eddie to do one too many things with the power? Volt is there to turn them down because Eddie can't not help an object in need, you reaming them out and telling them they better be on their best fucking behavior when you see them tomorrow. Eddie said he was off this week.
A patron takes things too far for even Volt? Eddie has materialized from behind the bar to drag them away, you and him cussing them out as you throw them out. If they blame the alcohol, Eddie refuses to serve them for at least a week. If they blame the fact that they were in a club environment, he bans them from the club entirely.
You perform at Open Spotlight and get some shit from objects? Volt curses the name of whoever besmirches the decisions he makes about his show, especially when it comes to his live wire. He bans the object(s) from ever performing at The Breaker Box. You've been missing the days when you got to perform, and he'll be damned if anyone ruins that for you. Eddie reassures you that you were fucking amazing, to which you simply reply with a smug "Oh, I know." You soften when you sincerely thank him and Volt, who has returned with a pale blue tint still on his cheeks, for having you. Your attitude sparks again when you tell them that, if they work for it, maybe they'll get a private show. The three of you can't get to the bedroom fast enough.
Eddie and Volt enjoy it when you get a tad possessive and show them off. Flaunting your knowledge of them. Calling them nicknames only you're allowed to call them. Sidling up to them in public and claiming them with a hand on Eddie's waist, or Volt's arm, or their lower backs.
You love when they show you off in turn. Eddie will come up behind you and slide an arm around your waist, dropping a kiss to the top of your head before resting his chin there. Volt glides over to you and takes your hand, brushing a tender kiss to the back of it.
Volt catches your eye while he's in a conversation with a few other objects and throws you a wink, and both your and his conversation partners notice and titter about it. In the same situation, Eddie gives you a small smile, and his conversation partners tease him about finding someone who finally got through that tough exterior. Your boys will stride over to you and have you loop your arm through theirs, and they take you back to the circle of objects they were conversing with, showing you off to them. It makes you feel all warm and fluttery.
Thanks for the tags @blackbirdofasgard and @bringbackmaes14! I can actually participate today because I already wrote the beginning of Chapter 15 of 130 BPA, crazy stuff.
Thirty minutes is a long time for the Breaker Box to be open without a single guest entering. Somehow, in all the time recovering from the faulty wire, Eddie really had gotten used to seeing people again. Amp, he had started looking forward to it. His social battery had not suddenly decided to leave Volt’s body and return to his, but his willingness to engage with others was something that had just started to become natural. Evidence of recovery. Now, staring into the emptiness of the club, Eddie finds himself expecting something that will never come.
Rainey left the house yesterday.
No pressure tags! : @voltageous-merlot @lesbianjunimo @inkmortal-trash389 @ficwriterism
Highly doubt that this will be relevant to anyone since I've been super inactive lately and barely participate in tag games and the like, but I've added a section for it in my intro post, which reads as follows:
Regarding tags on fics or tag games: I don't mind being tagged, but my workflow is very irregular, so I may not be able to participate (I rarely do). Please don't tag me in anything NSFW! Suggestive content is fine, but nothing explicit. I will also not participate in tag games that are along the lines of "get to know me", I don't like talking about myself so openly on this website.
I'm still in the building so here's some thoughts I was thinking about Volt (idk if we still need like spoiler tags at this point but I'll be mentioning various parts of Eddie & Volt's route) (most is under the cut because I like yapping so it's a lil long) (oh also I refer to the player character/homeowner as [Player])
Volt is interesting to me because you don't really get much about him. I think it's a disservice to say that a character is their truest self when they're mad or hurt in some way, but their hate ending is definitely the stand out moment where Volt drops his host persona. It's not like the host persona is completely incongruent with who Volt is, but I think it's maybe almost like a camera, like how knowing you're on camera will influence how you act at least a little bit. Like there's a moment where if you kinda grill Volt about what's wrong with the Breaker Box and Eddie (on like the 2nd day I think?) at one point you can be like 'you're just saying what I wanna hear' and Volt responds 'well that just customer service' and that's a really interesting line to me. I think there's a kinda dichotomy almost between Volt, Volt - the Host, and Volt - the dateable character in a dating sim.
Honestly you could tell me that Volt doesn't love [Player] and I'd lowkey believe you. Because it does not matter how you act with Volt really. You can reject all his advances and his flirting, you can talk shit about Eddie to him, but if you play Eddie's days and interactions right you still get a love ending. The Eddie & Volt route is primarily dependent on Eddie and his feelings about [Player]. It's interesting from a character perspective, because the conclusion is kind of Volt cares about Eddie's feelings and wants above like literally everything else.
(Quick aside: Honestly I think this is mostly because of meta it was originally only Eddie reasons. (fun fact when I originally played their route I got a text/audio bug that gave me a version of their positive end states where seemingly only Eddie survived the power reset.) Also the fact that their route is a duo route but most player interaction happens with each of them individually rather than together.)
I think one of the things that gets me about Volt being the Host of the Breaker Box and that being a persona that needs to be very charming and even flirty is that I couldn't tell you where the line where Volt goes from charming [Player] because that's what he does as the host (and [Player] is a very important person indeed) to holding actual affection for them is. An interesting line (from their hate ending) Volt says is "It could have been so easy... why couldn't you just let me entertain you?! [break] All you had to do was love me, or fear me, either would do. And I would have given you everything you ever wanted." These lines are fascinating to me. Because what does 'fear me' mean in this context. He could have given you everything you ever wanted in the context of loving him is easy. He could've given you his own affections, maybe even arguably Eddie's, but what does he give you what do you want in the context of fearing him. Maybe it's still his affections and 'intimidated by' would be a more accurate description of feelings. Eddie's affections is also still a possibility, especially with Volt making him seemingly disappear in the hate ending and the meta context of only Eddie's days really mattering. I don't know.
Another interesting line from the hate ending, this time said by [Player] "You were just trying to protect him this whole time..." (said after Volt says that Eddie is somewhere safe away from everyone somewhere Volt can protect them from getting hurt). To me it implies that all of Volt's actions, including the flirting, were first and foremost to protect Eddie (if the attention is on Volt it can't be on Eddie and so Eddie is less likely to get hurt). (Although there is also an implication of Volt also being hurt by [Player's] hate ending actions, presumably them being like 'yeah we could just kill Volt' or 'yeah we could just kill Eddie'.) Now to be fair this is a recontextualization of static actions based on their hate ending. You could also say based on their love ending Volt was just immediately infatuated with [Player] and that's why he acted how he did. But I do think it's interesting to consider, especially since again we don't get much on Volt. Honestly I think on a meta level it fits well with Volt's character archetype and the tropes there.
This is honestly why Volt is such a compelling character to me. From a narrative standpoint, removing the context that this is a dating sim, there will always be this doubt. Does Volt really love the player? And I wonder whether he himself cares about that, honestly. Does it matter to him what his own feelings are, as long as Eddie is happy? To which degree does he even see himself as a person, and not only as Eddie's protector?
Lowkey, it almost feels like Volt is self-aware/fixed into his role to a degree that is detrimental to him. He is an extension of Eddie, so he has to protect him. Eddie is hurting, and he can handle people just fine, so he's the face of the club. The Player got these fancy new glasses to date people with, so he's going to be charming and flirty to keep up appearances. What Eddie wants, Eddie gets.
I may be team "Volt has genuine interest in the player even if his actions are exaggerated at the start", but there are so many ways to read him and nuance to be explored when it comes to his character, and I love seeing these discussions pop up every once in a while.
Eddie probably gets colder more easily after the split. He doesn't have all that electricity coursing through him anymore to keep him warm, so he gets cold easily now, especially when he's not in the breaker box or with Volt. If Eddie is especially cold, or it's a chilly day, or Volt just wants to love on Eddie a little more than usual, Volt gives Eddie his jacket. It's still warm with his body heat and humming with his electricity, and it brings Eddie comfort.
Even after Realization, Eddie still runs cold. Volt still runs hot, so he snuggles Eddie when Eddie gets chilly. In turn, Eddie cuddles up to Volt when Volt overheats.
When they were still the breaker box, Eddie wove Volt a chunky blanket out of wires to keep him warm during power outages (the only time Volt would get cold). Now human, Volt returns the favor, getting Eddie a chunky blanket that's excellent at retaining heat.
Tags: WIP Fanfiction, yandere x reader AU, gender neutral reader
CW/TW: implied sex scene, but nothing explicit, sexual langauge
POV: Volt
AO3 Link
“I'm betting 20$ that Reggie doesn't make it to the top 5.”
“Are you crazy? That performance was wicked! Downright bodacious!"
“I’m betting 50$ that he makes it to the top 3!”
Whatever neat arrangement had been set up previously for the audience rows is now a messy disarray, chairs moved together in little cliques and betting circles, the chatter of the people drowning out the silence from the jury booths. It's a beautiful moment of intermission, where no eyes are directed at the little table in the corner.
No eyes to watch Volt in his solitude.
Ironic, isn’t it? To feel the ache in his chest when he is the one driving everyone away? Some part of Volt wonders what would have become of him if the split had truly helped Eddie. He wouldn’t have had to distract, to deceive, to use touch and word to create this perfect little illusion of a functional bar. Of a perfect, charming host, who is forever out of reach. Could he have had friends? Real friends? Not just patrons he gets along with, but people he can speak with when his worries are eating him alive, that are there for him when the world isn’t sunshine and rainbows. Perhaps some people think this way about him, but he knows that love is a two-way-street. Love cannot happen when one side is merely pretending, when all you’ve known is the carefully constructed image, and the scared stranger inside is merely a prisoner inside that mask.
And what about you? You, dear, wonderful live wire. Will you scream and run when you learn the truth? Or will you accept this devotion? Because Volt doesn’t know what he’ll do if he ever sees anything but love in your eyes.
In the end, none of it matters. Nothing good can come out of wallowing in self-pity, especially when Volt has the two people who he cares about the most right in the palm of his hand. Everything else will be over soon.
In that moment, both you and Eddie return from the bar after having had your moment of cheer and glory, with countless people congratulating you two on the performance, saying how beautiful you looked, surprised yet cheerful remarks on how Eddie was amazing on stage. It makes Volt happy, it really does. But he’s even happier when you slip in next to him while Eddie takes the chair in front of him. The arm around your waist is second nature now, his thumb gently brushing over your side.
“Alright, everyone is betting,” Eddie murmurs, leaning back in his seat, an air of conspiracy about him. “Wanna wager something, loves?”
Leaning closer to him, Volt raises a curious brow. “And what do you wish to bet on, dear Eddie?”
“Well, I would have bet on our live wire to win the competition. After all, you were the best act,” he hums, nodding towards you, “but since that's out of the question, let’s bet on who you think will win the contest. And, well…” A grin. “I think it would be fun to let the winner of our bet decide how we wanna spend the night.”
Oh? Someone is bold tonight. Seems that letting Eddie rummage in his closet did give him a boost of confidence. He looks dashing, really. The entire time his better half was on stage, Volt could not tear his eyes away. How could he? In that moment Eddie dipped you down, he could feel all the intensity of that moment flooding his veins, his own breath stolen and given to him, manifested in a siren song that instantly bewitched Volt. Did the two of them rehearse plenty beforehand? Yes, but seeing the performance on stage was more electrifying than the very current under his skin.
“The both of you are being way too forward,” you mutter, hiding behind a drink your two electric lovers insisted on being non-alcoholic. None of what's to come should happen while you're anything less than lucid.
Still, your phrasing makes both Volt and Eddie pause. Glances are exchanged, the same question popping up in both their minds: are they being too much? They aren’t pressuring you, right? That’s the last thing they want.
Suddenly aware of the silence you’ve caused, you’re quick to rephrase. “I didn’t mean it like that. I… I like the attention,” you mutter, gaze getting lost in the frosted rim of your mocktail. “I… Just…” A deep breath. “I’ve… never done something like… that…”
Oh. Right.
It’s obvious you’d be overwhelmed. Look at you, poor thing. All that talk about wanting to get into your pants, when this is going to be your first time. Volt would be lying if he didn’t find your shyness cute, but it should be that: shyness, not discomfort.
“You do not have to do anything you don’t want to, live wire,” Volt assures, taking your hand in his.
“We can do this some other time,” Eddie nods, and Volt can feel how he’s chewing himself out at his brashness. He clears his throat. “Or never, if sex isn’t your thing.”
After all, you’ve never brought anyone home for that, at least from what they’ve heard. It wouldn’t be an issue, of course not. Your wants and needs are their top priority.
Taking a bit to compose yourself, you straighten up. “I-” A gulp. “I would like to try, really. Just… Be patient with me, please?”
“Of course, spark.”
“Take all the time you need. Nothing shall be done that you do not wish for.”
“...thanks.”
…
“Good evening, beloved gentlemen, ladies and pals,” Volt announces, his voice filling every inch of the club, “this is the moment you’ve been waiting for, the time to announce the winner!”
Thunderous cheer erupts within the Breaker Box, everyone’s anticipation palpable in the charged air.
With a hand gesture, Volt asks the crowd to be silent, before proceeding once more. “Now, I’m sure you’re all eager to hear the results of the contest. Before I get into it –” he is promptly interrupted by a ‘just get on with it!’ from the back row, but he ignores it. Such rudeness will not be tolerated, even less so today. “I’d like to take a moment to thank my beautiful, beloved partner, for making all of this possible.”
From your seat, Volt watches as you perk up, not surprised at all at his need to declare his love for you in the middle of the finishing speech, but curious nonetheless.
His grin widens, calling your name. “Would you like to join me on the stage?”
Another wave of cheers sounds through the room, and you leave Eddie’s lap to walk up the stage, with Volt stretching out a hand for you to take. A shy grin spreads across your face, unable to hide it from the mass of all the people who have been feeding off of you for the last months. A warm spark floods his veins at the thought that all of them are looking at you now, and that none of them will have you like they do.
Cheeky, he knows, but Volt can’t help but put his hand at the small of your back.
“Live wire,” he starts, “I don’t exaggerate when I say that you have transformed the lives of so many in this house. You have seen us at our best, and you have seen us at our worst.” He smiles. “And yet, you have never given up on us. You’ve sat through more than one relationship crisis, put up with confusion, hostility, fear, insecurity, and you’ve brought out the best in each and every one of us.”
Oh, how Volt loves the subtle blush on your face, the way your lips twitch upwards, somewhere between embarrassment and pride.
“As such, I, and all of us, want to thank you.” Gently, Volt raises your palm to kiss, just like he did the very first time you met. Then, he turns towards the crowd. “One final time: please give us a big round of applause for the homeowner!”
Once more, it’s almost repetitive, at this point, claps and whistles and screams resound in this tiny metal box, tucked away inside a hallway closet. Maybe he’ll miss this, the familiar crowd, the place he was created in, the only home Volt has ever known. Yet none of it compares to the thrill of a new life together, just the three of you.
Volt raises a brow at you. “Anything you’d like to tell the crowd before we finally announce the winner?”
It takes a second of thought from your part, before you nod, taking the mic from the stand. You speak into it, but when you notice it doesn’t work, Volt kindly turns it on for you. You offer a thankful nod.
A pause. “...just so you know, I don’t know who won.”
The audience laughs, and the silly moment gives way for you to say a few more words. “I don’t wanna treat this like a goodbye. Because it’s not like we’ll never see each other again, right?”
…ah.
“So, I’ll just say this: I gotta thank you all too. You brought me out of my miserable loneliness, and you showed me how nice it is to have friends, to go out of your way to be there for others, and to meet all kinds of new people.” A few shaky laughs leave your lips as you quickly wipe away a stray tear. “Alright, that’s enough ramblings. Getting all sentimental over here. Thank you guys, and good luck to everyone!”
With that, you slip from the stage with Volt in tow, letting major Celia take over. Ever so graceful, especially today, she takes the mic you left behind, a letter in her free hand.
“Alright, alright. Everyone, please calm down,” she orders, calming the room once more, “I will now read out the results of the votes. Once the winner is announced, that person will win the first ticket to Realization, which will take place tomorrow morning.”
How people aren’t tired from clapping is a mystery to Volt, but as long as they are having fun, he’s happy to be back in his seat, next to his lovers. Although his curiosity for the winner is not particularly high, he’s not indifferent about it either. After all, whoever goes first will pave the way to life as a human, and they’ll likely face most of the struggles the others will learn from. Interesting weeks are ahead. But no need to look into the future just yet. So: who will win the first and only Housevision?
“And the winner is…”
For once, it’s completely silent. Anticipation hangs thick, just waiting to snap into celebratory chaos. Volt thinks to see the Hanks collectively holding their breaths, cheeks puffed and eyes closed.
“...the duo of Curt and Rod, and their performance of Stereo Hearts!”
Never before has the Breaker Box experienced the amount of decibels that now ring in Volt’s ears, and he watches the two winners jump up from their seats, scream in victory, and then hug each other close, before running up to the stage. They fight for the microphone for a second, then Curt gets his hands on it.
“Thank you guys so much!”
“Heck yeah, thanks everyone!” Rod adds, leaning into Curt so his face can be close to the mic as well.
The two of them wink excitedly at a mass that excitedly claps, and most importantly, politely hides possible disappointment or anger behind a friendly smile. White eyes are staring at each and every one of them – so better be nice.
“Everyone, I just wanna say: your performances were amazing, and we honestly had so much fun, and thank you guys for voting for us!”
Behind them, the screen flashes with the results of the contest, and Volt grins to himself. Seems like he’s going to have a lot of fun later.
Curt throws an arm around Rod and pulls him tight. “Dude, we’re getting realized!”
“Heck yeah!” Rod grins wide, “ready for the biggest adventure of our lives?”
“You know it! And you’re gonna be there all the way!”
“Well of course I’ll be there! You wouldn’t last a day out there without your best bro.”
Ah, a classic ‘burn’, as they call it. Admittedly, Volt is going to miss the gossip: it was always quite fun to hear the duo throw shade.
Just as Rod is about to say something again, Celia politely clears her throat, Volt’s and Eddie’s cue to be good hosts and announce the start of the afterparty. From his seat, the two rise up.
Volt thanks Celia with a nod, and with a snap of his fingers, the lights turn to their usual state. Warm light floods the club, and the dancefloor shines in the light of the disco ball.
“Let’s celebrate!”
…
A short time later, everyone is mingling about, congratulating each other on their spot on the podium, making light conversation, or reluctantly shoving money at each other to pay up for lost bets. Some patrons seem to have left early – a pity, really. Oh well. Their loss, Volt’s gain.
His eyes wander to the stage once more, analyzing the results. For a second, Volt had thought about finding a way to rig the contest’s result in his favor, but that would be too much, even for him. It’s one thing to make sure live wire is cared for, and another to take away someone’s win over a silly bet. Now that wouldn’t have been nice at all. In the end, he didn’t even need it. Curt and Rod’s performance was the best, plain and simple, something he is happy to tell the duo in person.
Since both you and Eddie have gone off to mingle with people (well, more like ‘was dragged away by Rainey for a dance’ in Eddie’s case), Volt too decides to do what he does best and enjoy himself by chatting with people. The hours pass, and as the clock strikes twelve, marked by Timothy leaving the bar at that exact moment, it feels like a good moment to come and pick the two of you up. He can already feel Eddie growing impatient…
“Beverly,” Volt calls out, approaching the redhead behind the bar, “is everything going well? All sorted out?”
She nods, setting down some lemon peel she had been twisting into little decorations. “Yeah, everything is going great! Chairemy, Holly and I got everything under control, so if you wanna go up, you can count on us! We’ll handle things down here.”
A genuine smile spreads on Volt’s lips. “Thank you, truly.”
“Ah, don’t mention it,” she waves dismissively, “you and Eddie have helped me out plenty of times too. Hope you have fun with your partners,” she adds with a wink.
Oh, he definitely will.
Speaking of his partners: Volt scans the room for you, trying to find you in the crowd, and he knows that Eddie is doing the same. Once he spots you, the way you perk up makes him chuckle, cocking his head towards the door that leads upstairs. Do you know how cute you look when you blush like that? Excusing yourself, you return to his side, just in time for Eddie to join you two.
“You want to just leave the party like that?” Blinking in confusion, your eyes flicker between the two men.
Eddie nods. “My social battery is dead by now, so I’m going up anyway.”
“We have left Beverly and the girls to close the club after us,” Volt adds as reassurance. “Still… If you’d like to keep celebrating a bit more, we can go ahead, and you can join us later. If you don’t mind us starting without you, that is,” he chuckles.
At that, you swallow, gaze finding the floor. You look over your shoulder, looking over the crowd of people. Then, you turn back, and the rising nervousness is present in your every feature. “...no, I… I’m coming.”
That’s it. Volt’s arm finds your waist, lips brushing your ear. “Good little spark.” His lips wander down, finding your nape and pressing another tender kiss to your skin.
Volt thinks that the best spot to kiss on you is just below your ear, the softest touch already making you shiver. Perhaps he'll find a new favorite spot soon. After all, who knows how many other sensitive places he'll discover tonight?
“We’re gonna make this fun,” Eddie hums, pressing into your other side, “and we’re not stopping until you tell us to.”
The small buckle of your knees doesn’t go unnoticed, and Volt pulls you tighter with a laugh.
In what must feel like eternity to you, or maybe just the blink of a second, the three of you find yourselves in the bedroom. It’s a bit funny, the way you so stiffly sit up on the bed, waiting for something to happen.
Volt gently takes your hand, thumb brushing over your wrist. “Easy, dear. Just relax.”
“We’re not gonna bite you,” Eddie nods, the corner of his mouth quirking up. “Unless you’d like that?”
The incoherent string of noises you let out deflates you completely, embarrassment getting the better of you as you succumb to your boyfriends’ teasings. In the meantime, Volt’s free hand gently traces along your thigh, not grabbing, merely caressing for now. Still, he can’t help but be a bit cocky.
“Come on, live wire. Don't tell me you're all bark and no bite…” He smirks, leaning down to kiss your neck again. “Just earlier, you were saying how you’d like to… what was it?” The question is purely rhetorical, meant to fluster you even more. “Ah, yes. You wanted to bend me over the table and make me shut up…”
Eddie whistles. “You said that? And here I thought you were a clueless virgin.”
A glare from you is all it takes to make Eddie shut up. “I'm not clueless, just… inexperienced.”
Alright, that’s enough teasing. Volt’s hand trails up, finding the first button. “May I?”
Trembling is such a fascinating concept. Humans tremble when they’re cold, when they’re scared, nervous, when they’re bursting with anticipation, with want and need. Is there something that connects all these emotions? Is it just the sheer intensity of it? As Volt leans over you, he wonders whether he’ll tremble, once he’s human. If he’ll feel what you feel, too.
What follows are loving touches, gentle guidance. You don’t need to be taught much, just instructed, shown what feels nice for your partners while they familiarize themselves with every nook and cranny of your body. Every sound you let out, every twitch is documented, catalogued, translated into the energy that burns in his veins and becomes a pattern of electricity that is wholly yours. Perhaps your first time should have been with one person only – but the way you squirm so beautifully beneath Volt, above Eddie, at their sides and between them, it leaves Volt and Eddie with the satisfaction of knowing that they were your first. And if everything goes well, their everything. The first round was experimental, exploring each other, finding out what works. The second round was chasing bliss, basking in each other’s company. By the time the third round was over, you were already panting and limp, grateful for the water bottle in your hands and the tender touch of your lovers cleaning everything off your skin.
Eddie is the first to break the comfortable silence, tenderly kissing your cheek. “Had fun, spark?”
“I hope we weren’t too much,” Volt hums, somewhere between loving and teasing.
It takes a moment before you can speak again. “You can… say… ugh,” you pant, putting the bottle down, “say goodbye to all that stamina once… once you’re… realized.” A gulp. “And hello to the refractory period…”
Ah yes, human biology will likely make things new and different. It’s somewhat cute, though: they were your first, and you will be their first, once they’re human. Volt couldn’t ask for a more poetic way to end the night.
It doesn’t take long for your exhausted form to fall into slumber, and as you lay pressed between Eddie and Volt, sleeping so peacefully in their embrace, the two men exchange a glance.
“...tomorrow?” Volt asks tentatively.
Eddie takes a deep breath. “...soon.”
Soon, but not yet. Not yet.
Hey guys, sorry that you had to wait so long for this. I've been losing motivation due to a bunch of reasons, but it doesn't feel right to abandon a fic so close to the end. I apologize if the quality isn't what you're used to.
On to good news: there's only one chapter and the epilogue left! I won't give an estimate for this because I don't wanna disappoint people again when I say something is coming in X and I don't hold up the deadline. But I am finishing this fic, I promise. Thank you to everyone who has stuck around for so long!
Eddie: He splashed some water this way earlier, I meant to clean it up. I got careless.
Volt: You'll have to forgive him, he's been a bit overworked as of late.
Arma: Putting water and electricity together is usually a bad idea.
Player: I'll say! Almost burned the house down!
Eddie: I'm sorry.
Volt: Don't be so hard on yourself! Mistakes happen.
Can we just. talk about this scene. The way Volt leads with understanding, compassion, and patience rather than judgement, disappointment, or blame.
Not "He said he was sorry." Not "He'll remember to keep an eye on these things." Not "He'll do better in the future." No.
"Forgive him. He's having a hard time right now and has too many things on his plate."
It's clear he cares about Eddie, and wants to return all the provision Eddie's work offers them (maintaining the club, fixing wiring systems to allow Volt more power, trying to catch up on work so Volt has everything he needs to do his job, etc). It's Volt's sacred and cherished duty to provide for and protect Eddie in return.
And his response when Arma tells them to be more careful?
"I'm on it."
Volt: Cross my circuits. I'd hate to cause any more trouble for the poor thing.
Volt knows how many things Eddie has on his plate, and takes this responsibility for himself when he sees how much it's tearing Eddie apart. It's such a small detail, and it's not even in Eddie and Volt's storyline, but it speaks volumes about who Volt is as a protector.
Protective Volt my beloved 🥺 I'm still sad that I didn't get this interaction during my playthrough, because it really showcases how Volt not only protects Eddie, but puts himself as the "front" of both of them to deal with other people. He doesn't shift the blame anywhere, he makes it disappear completely by being the smooth-talking man he is.
Thank you for the tags, @blackbirdofasgard and @bringbackmaes14! I've been deep in writer's blog, but now I get to channel all my feelings into Volt angst, muehehe. Meaning I'm finally working on Chapter 14 of 130 Beats Per Amp again! If I'm not done today, I'll be done within the next few days, promise!
Anyway, have a tiny snippet:
Ironic, isn’t it? To feel the ache in your chest when you are the one driving everyone away? Some part of Volt wonders what would have become of him if the split had truly helped Eddie. He wouldn’t have had to distract, to deceive, to use touch and word to create this perfect little illusion of a functional bar. Of a perfect, charming host, who is forever out of reach. Could he have had friends? Real friends?
No pressure tags: @voltageous-merlot @lesbianjunimo @inkmortal-trash389 @ficwriterism
Someone tries to pull the "I want to speak to your manager" line on Eddie, not knowing or caring that
he gives no fucks and takes no shit, and
Volt is extremely protective of him.
So this poor person is not only speaking to the manager, they're not speaking to the owner, they're speaking to two owners. Two very much pissed off owners. And one of them has less self-control than the other, especially when it comes to a certain someone's safety.
ok hey ik you're not taking requests right now but what are your thoughts on how an Eddie and Volt hanahaki disease event would go down? (Although, instead of flowers it'd probably be wires...) would it make more sense between just E&V, or with LW, pre realization or post?
Eager to hear your thoughts!
(cw: body horror)
This took a bit, sorry! I forgot I had asks open at all...
Honestly, I've never been much interested in hanahaki disease as a trope bc I'm a "just fkn confess omg you're literally sick bc you can't communicate" type of person (yes, I know that there are situations where it's warranted not to confess; this is just my opinion). However, the image of it being wires instead of flowers adds a sort of body horror that is very compelling to me...
I think it wouldn't make much sense for it to happen between the boys, but the boys and live wire? Now that's some delicious angst potential!
Imagine Eddie, who knows that he's fizzling out, who falls in love but can't confess it because he can barely sustain himself. Not only would it be cruel to make you love him, only to fry himself completely - somewhere in the back of his mind, he fears that he would not do you good, even if he got better. He's quite pessimistic about himself before the reset, after all. The wires he chokes up are just another addition to the pile of things wrong with him, along with the faulty wire in his core. It's another issue to push down and suck up.
Imagine Volt, head over heels, but he has to keep all his feelings in because his love for you is just as strong as his fear of losing Eddie, or worse, you hurting him, and he cannot let that happen, not now, when Eddie is hanging on by a thread (or wire). Choking back the copper ends scratching at his throat as he forces his voice to sound as alluring as possible, leading your attention away from Eddie, and not only so he may stay safe. He wants to confess; he'd love to, but not now. Not while Eddie is like this.
After the reset, all those pesky restrictions are out of the way, and it becomes the catalyst for them to confess and finally rid themselves of the annoying disease. Finally, they can love you fully, openly, and happily.
I'm sorry that there's no new chapter of 130BPA yet, I've been in a massive creative drought lately. I'm going to be super busy this weekend, but I hope that I can work on it soon!
