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A/N: Hello hello! Title says it all. These are my personal post-realization headcanons for Eddie and Volt with their lovely live wire. For a lil context on these, they take a lot of elements from canon but aren’t totally canon compliant. Also they are very self-indulgent, so be warned LOL enjoy <333
The first thing Volt did as a human (once Skylar left the room) was kiss you breathless and declare that “I still feel quite the spark when we touch, don’t you, live wire?~” You would have laughed and called him cheesy if he hadn’t left you needing to re-learn how to breathe. While you were doing so, Eddie chuckled and approached from behind, wrapping his arms around your middle and resting his chin on your shoulder. You didn’t know it at the time, but both men were eagerly trying out the new, entirely human phenomenon of being able to touch you without fear of shocking you.
There were so many physical sensations they wanted to feel! Especially when it came to you. Now that they could touch you without caution, without the worry of an accidental shock…all bets were off. They revealed a neediness you didn’t know they had! The first three days they were realized, it felt like the three of you barely left the bed. For three days, your life was nothing but cuddling and making out, with small breaks taken for food.
You never realized how much they were holding back on physical touch before. Volt became even touchier after realization somehow. Kisses, in particular, were extra plentiful. Back when he was literally electricity, he knew you felt his current in every kiss. You had never minded, and said it was nothing more than a tingling sensation, but he knew it wasn’t good for you. So as soon as realization hit, it was like he decided to kiss you enough times to redo all the ones he’d given you as an object (and he gave you a lot). Eddie, for his part, also became more physically affectionate. Once he knew for sure he wouldn’t hurt you inadvertently, he went out of his way to touch you more. Purposeful brushes of his fingers on your hand, your arm, your face, became much more commonplace. And when he did, he let his hands linger longer on your skin, savoring the way he could touch you without worry.
The boys stayed with you for a bit while they got their bearings as humans. It took them a few months to buy that diner and spruce it up, and during that time they lived with you. Then High Voltage Realty was born. Once the money started flowing in, you told them how proud of them you were…and that you wouldn’t be offended if they wanted to go off and explore the world by themselves. “You have a lot more options now,” you said. “It feels unfair for you to be tethered to me for all your new experiences.”
Their answer to the idea of ever leaving you behind was a resounding ‘what the fuck.’ More specifically, Volt said “Tethered to you? Live wire, we couldn’t have done any of this without you.” Eddie added “We don’t need to go see the whole fucking world to know we want you.” So, yeah. They turned that idea down, though they did move into their own apartment a few streets away so they could have their own space. The three of you alternated between which place to spend the night.
You still worked remotely for Valdivian (under its new non-evil management) as their lead human development coordinator, but you made time to help Eddie and Volt with whatever High Voltage Realty needed. A lot of the time, the decisions of how to stage/decorate a new listing that was for sale came down to you. Every time they had you come look at an empty (though gorgeously renovated, thanks to Eddie) building, you somehow knew just what would look charming in it. You decided to go part time at Valdivian (Franklin was all too happy to oblige you with anything you wanted after you got him and David back together), so you could also be your boyfriends’ part time interior design consultant.
It was actually under the guise of showing you a new listing that Eddie and Volt casually revealed you weren’t looking at a property for sale…you were looking at the fixer upper the two had picked out and renovated for the three of you. To be your home, a space for the three of you made by the three of you. You teared up (happy tears!!) when they revealed the surprise and joked that it was one hell of a way to ask you to move in with them.
With that, we have reached the domestic bliss section! These are little glimpses into the happy life in that new house:
The boys just love watching you light up whenever you walk in the door of a new listing, admiring Eddie’s careful handiwork and creating a vision in your head for the place. Your eyes get this proud sparkle in them and you always look back with a huge smile on your face when you’re ready to tell them your ideas. It melts them every time.
A lot of the furniture you use for listings is thrifted, and Volt is your thrifting partner. Thrifting works since Eddie can fix up anything too raggedy or antique. Plus, Volt gets you the biggest bargains on anything, even the occasional new/luxury items, with his persuasive charm. He also likes to get you a little gift every time you’re out decor hunting; he’s a pamperer, that one.~
Eddie still has calloused hands and occasional cuts, even now as a human with a decent work-life balance. You’re always telling him to be more careful, but he’s the type to laugh in the face of PPE. Even though he scoffs at the reminder texts you send when you know he’s renovating (“wear gloves!! and a helmet!! pretty please, for me!!”), they put a smile on his face nonetheless.
Volt likes to swing you around for a dance inside the biggest room of any property when it’s completely finished and ready for sale, as a celebration ritual of sorts. Eddie joins sometimes, but usually he just watches in the doorway with a fond smile on his face. Whenever a new property sells, the three of you do something nice (and sometimes a little on the expensive side) together, be it a meal at a bougie restaurant or a weekend trip to a coastal town. You take turns choosing the activity. (Volt usually picks the more extravagant things and almost never wants to go to the same place twice. Eddie has a few quieter haunts that he rotates between, ever a man of routine.)
The boys both seem like cat people to me. You guys totally get one. Or two. Or three. Yes, three. Three sounds right. They’re all drawn to Eddie the most – it’s like they sense his sourpuss dad energy. He acted like he didn’t want anything to do with them at first, but he fell in love with them quick, far quicker than he’ll ever admit.
Eddie’s phone lockscreen is a candid shot of you and Volt. You’re wearing Volt’s jacket and laughing at something he said while he beams at you. Volt’s lockscreen is a candid of you and Eddie. Eddie is holding one of your cats in his arms and you’re cooing at said cat while Eddie rolls his eyes (with a smile). Your lockscreen is a candid photo of your two boyfriends in the kitchen, both leaning against the counter. The early morning sun shines in through the window. They each have a mug in their hands; Volt’s is tea, Eddie’s is coffee. They’re sipping and making eye contact with each other, smiling. It’s one of your favorite photos of them, and they had no idea you even took it until they spotted it one day when your phone lit up.
Eddie has chronic pain from all the years he didn’t let himself get the rest he needed as an object. Luckily, both the lessons he learned when he met you and the mere fact his body is human now keep him in check when it comes to overworking himself. When his aches are especially bad, you and Volt dote on him to the point he gets blushy and tells you he can take care of himself. “Yes, but why should you when we’re here?” is what you and Volt argue every time.
No matter how long it has been since realization, both of the boys are still so happy to be able to touch you without the threat of electricity. It’s been years, and they still touch you like the ability to do so is something sacred, special, and new. They do carry a little more static energy than the average human, though, so now and then there’ll be a shock. But it’s never dangerous; it’s a normal, small jolt.
In their old forms it was difficult, if not impossible (in Volt’s case), for you to run your hands through their hair. Now that you can, it has become one of their favorite forms of touch. It’s not uncommon for you to spend a night at home on the couch with Volt’s head in your lap and Eddie’s on your shoulder, the three of you cuddling up while you stroke their hair. Volt especially enjoys it. It’s gotten to the point where he can’t sleep at night without one of you petting his hair for a few minutes.
Marriage has been discussed amongst you, and when it first came up, you suggested taking Eddie’s last name. But he said, “You saved me. You saved us. If we do this, I want your name.” Which proceeded to make you cry a little (happy tears, again!!) and settled that debate.
The three of you haven’t settled on whether marriage is for you or not, but you did get promise rings. Simple black bands, with a gold groove in the middle going all the way around. Volt now wears accessories to match it and call attention to it. He likes showing off that he’s yours. Funnily enough, the ring is what finally got Eddie to wear gloves while he works. He doesn’t want it damaged in any way.
Eddie and Volt learned to be good liars. They had to in order to keep the true state of the house’s electricity, and the faulty wire, hidden. And for so many years, lying was enough. But then you came along.
Volt’s interest in you was never a lie. You were a sight to behold from the moment you met, with a playful personality that meshed perfectly with his own. Despite telling you lies to keep you at arm’s length (and away from Eddie), he was genuinely interested in you. He meant, and thoroughly enjoyed, every flirtation, and found himself growing ever fonder of you each time you met. But he couldn’t involve you in the power situation, even though part of him wanted to.
Eddie’s growing approval of you was never a lie. He was honest about wanting nothing to do with you. Once you had wormed your way into doing maintenance with him, he was honest about your skill (and your occasional lack thereof). And once you had wormed your way into his circuits, he was honest with his actions, not his words. He couldn’t bring himself to say his feelings for you aloud. To confess would mean revealing the power situation, and he couldn’t do that, even though part of him wanted to.
The night of the reset, the two men had discussed letting you help, letting you in. They decided that they would soon…and then the universe decided soon meant now, and suddenly you had followed them into the back room through pitch black darkness and declared, voice caring yet determined, “No more lies.”
One of the memories of that night that lingers most in Eddie and Volt’s minds is of your eyes in that moment. They glinted in the dim glow emanating from Volt, the only light remaining in the Breaker Box. Your eyes shone with desperation, fear, and an element of heartbreak that left both men powerless in your gaze. They couldn’t lie to you anymore, even if they wanted to. Not when you looked at them like that.
After the reset, when things had calmed down and the three of you had a chance to discuss and solidify your relationship, you reiterated your stance: “No more lies.” You let them know you had been lied to before by past lovers, and you weren’t sure you could handle that kind of betrayal again. You knew why they had lied about the wire and the power, and you could understand it. But there would be no more lying to you ever again. They agreed.
That brings us to the present, where one thing has become clear: lying can be a hard habit to break. Especially if it’s being used as a coping or defense mechanism.
For Volt, lying is for defense, both of himself and of Eddie (but mostly Eddie). If he can distract objects with some charming lies, they’ll be less likely to go to Eddie with requests for power and therefore less likely to overload the faulty wire. But he doesn’t have to worry about that anymore, so he can stop lying.
For Eddie, lying is for coping. If he says he isn’t hurting, then maybe the words will translate to reality and his body really will stop hurting. The whole house depends on him; he can’t let the faulty wire keep him down. But he doesn’t have to worry about that anymore, so he can stop lying.
Knowing that they can stop does not necessarily make it easier to. They were lying for so long, it feels…difficult to be vulnerable. Sometimes, they slip up.
Once, you hadn’t been able to find Eddie at the Breaker Box all night. It had you worried. You approached Volt and asked him where your partner was. On instinct, he was dismissive, not even looking your way.
“You know how Eddie is, live wire! He doesn’t like the crowds. I’m sure he’ll be here to greet you after the show.” He finally met your gaze with a showman’s grin – and froze. That heartbreak was in your eyes again as you furrowed your eyebrows at him. He realized his mistake before you could even call him on it, and remedied it immediately.
“Sweet spark, my apologies. I wasn’t thinking. Eddie has a headache, so I told him to lay down for the night. I was so preoccupied, I forgot to tell you.” The forgiveness in the smile you gave him in return almost made his knees buckle.
Another time, you were helping Eddie wash glasses at the end of a busy evening at the bar. Once they were all dried and back on the shelves, he let you know he could take over from there and handle the rest himself. You asked if he was sure.
He wasn’t. He was exhausted. But he was on autopilot, denying all help just like he used to. You looked him over, spotting a few new cuts on his right hand and fresh dark circles under his eyes. He followed your gaze and put his hand in his pocket.
“You promised not to lie to me,” you said. Your voice was soft, just above a whisper, full of disappointment. Eddie’s eyes widened as you took a step back, away from him, retreating.
“Wait, I-” he rushed forward, taking hold of one of your hands and tugging you back to him, against his chest. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I’ve gotten so used to doing it all myself, I’m…I’m still getting used to accepting help.” The relief he felt when you nuzzled into the crook of his neck made his knees weak.
They aren’t perfect at letting their walls down, yet. It’s going to take time. But you are patient, and with each passing day Eddie and Volt reveal more of themselves to you.
Summary: You may or may not have burned your finger making dinner. It's nothing, really, but you knew Eddie and Volt are prone to freaking out about such things. So you devise a genius plan to hide your injury from them. (Spoiler: It doesn't work. Like, at all.)
Content Warnings: brief mentions of minor burn/blistered skin
Word Count: 1.8K
A/N: Did I burn my pinky making pasta and then spend the rest of the night writing what was supposed to be a drabble that then turned into a full oneshot about it? Yes. Yes, I did.
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Honestly, somewhere deep inside, you know your mission is a hopeless one. Operation HYBFEAV (Hide Your Burn From Eddie And Volt) is doomed to fail. However, you are not a quitter. You have never been a quitter. And so, you walk into the Breaker Box thirty minutes later than usual, acting totally normal and like you weren’t just delayed by accidentally burning your pinky finger making pasta.
“Live wire, there you are!” Volt’s voice immediately calls to you from across the room. You think to yourself he must’ve been watching the door closely even while hosting, and you smile as he approaches. He extends his hand to you and you offer him…your left hand. You’ve only ever offered him your right.
“I do not believe I’ve ever had the pleasure of receiving your left hand,” he arches a curious brow at you, but bends down to kiss your knuckles anyhow.
“Maybe my left hand was getting a little jealous,” you joke. You feel a small swell of relief when he chuckles, his curiosity seemingly assuaged. He lets out a playful hum.
“Mm. Perhaps your left hand has a point. I should be giving both your gorgeous hands their due, shouldn’t I?” Aaaand all the relief leaves you. You can’t refuse; that would be too obvious!! So you let him take hold of your right hand, watching with bated breath as he presses kisses in a trail across your knuckles. But as he gets to the end, he brushes up ever so slightly against the small welt of your burn and–
You hiss. You manage to fend off the instinctual urge to pull your injured hand back toward you, but you can’t hold back the wincing, pained sound. Volt freezes. He calls your name softly, worried. He attempts to start rubbing soothing patterns on your skin with his thumb, but manages to touch the wound again.
“Ah-” you yelp, jumping a little from the sudden sharp pain. You close your eyes as you wince again. When you open them, Volt has found your burn. It’s small, but there is indeed a small blister, the skin irritated and red surrounding it.
“Spark,” he says, worriedly, loudly, releasing your hand and instead tugging you in close by the small of your back. “Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?!” You frantically press a finger to his lips before he can continue. Volt always tends to get a little louder when he’s worked up about something.
“Shh!” You cast a quick glance over to the bar to make sure a certain Eddison Watts hasn’t overheard anything. “I didn’t tell you because it’s really not a big deal. It’s just a little burn. If it were a big deal, I would’ve said something. Honest.” Despite your reassurances, Volt’s rigid posture does not relax. He huffs and takes your hand in his, looking over your burn once more.
“You know, Eddie and I were beginning to worry about what was keeping you so long,” his voice is soft again, only for your ears, and you’re grateful for it. “It would appear we were right to do so.”
“Really, Volt, it’s nothing. Do me a favor and keep this our little secret? We don’t need to worry-” A gruff voice, one that sounds the exact opposite of thrilled, calls– or, more accurately, growls– your name from the direction of the bar. ‘We don’t need to worry Eddie’ is what you were trying to say, but it appears you already have. You know there’s no saying no to him when he’s like this, so, with a pout that Volt thinks is extremely kissable, you let him guide you to your waiting boyfriend.
As soon as you sit down, Eddie is taking command.
“Let me see it,” he says, his tone leaving no room for protest. With a sigh, you softly set your right hand on the counter, palm down, burned skin visible. He makes a small ‘tsk’ sound as he takes your hand in his, lifting it to get a closer look. Despite his clear upset, his touch is gentle. Feather-light, even. He’s being so careful with you.
His brows furrow deeply as he assesses your wound. He’s scowling at your finger like it might need to be amputated.
“Eddie, it’s really not that serious.” He ignores your statement in favor of asking you a barrage of questions based on what little he knows about human medicine. (And also based on all the research he has done on human bodies/medicine since he met you.)
“Did you run cold water over it?” He asks.
“Yes.”
“For at least two minutes?”
“Yes.”
“Did you put ointment on it?”
“Yes.”
“Did you-”
“Yes! Whatever it is you’re going to ask if I did, yes!” You let out an exasperated laugh. “I promise you, Eddie, I’ve done everything I need to do. It’s a burn. It’s just going to look like that for a while. Really. It’s a normal, human thing for even slight burns to look a little icky.” The gruffer of your two boyfriends doesn’t seem convinced. He looks at your burn again, squinting. ‘Icky’ does seem an apt descriptor, at least…
“You’re sure you’ve done everything?” His voice betrays his skepticism.
“Yes, Eddie!” You look him in the eyes, pleading for him to believe you have this handled. You can feel Volt place a hand on your shoulder, and realize he’s probably giving Eddie a look of his own. A ‘trust them’ look.
Eddie sighs. He looks like he’s about to speak, but he opts for something different. He pulls your hand to his lips and presses a slow, sweet, utterly doting kiss to your burn. He so gingerly touches his lips to your skin that it doesn’t even sting. The gesture makes your face flush just as red as your wound, something that Volt does not let go unnoticed.
“Oh dear, live wire, it appears you’ve managed to burn yourself here, as well,” he’s grinning, basking in your blush. He bends down to kiss your cheek, feeling the heat of the blood rushing there. “‘Kiss it better’ is a human saying, isn’t it? Eddie clearly knows it.~” The bartender in question has a small blush of his own, now, but ignores it to instead squeeze your hand softly.
“I still want to put a bandage on this, at least while you’re here at the bar. I don’t want any accidents.” You can tell he isn’t going to budge on his stance. You smile and nod.
“Sounds good.”
“Don’t think I’m not coming along,” Volt purrs behind you. And, indeed, he follows you and Eddie into the back room where the first aid kit is kept. While Eddie gathers his supplies, Volt grabs a spare chair leaning against the wall. After placing it next to you, he promptly sits down…and tugs you onto his lap.
“Comfortable?” He asks from behind you, his warm breath cresting over your ear.
“For someone who was worried about me ten minutes ago, you sure like teasing,” you mumble, but still rest your back against his chest. “Yes,” you admit. “I’m very comfy.” Volt lets out a pleased hum sound again and kisses the top of your head just as Eddie turns around with the supplies he needs.
“I know you said you already put some ointment on it,” he says as he approaches. “But I want to put some on, too, so the bandage doesn’t irritate your blister.”
“You have a lot more knowledge on human injuries than I’d expect for someone made of circuits,” you give him a teasing look from your comfortable perch on Volt’s lap, eyes sparkling and half-lidded. “I wonder why that is.”
“Because you’re a clumsy dumbass who keeps hurting themself, that’s why,” he grumbles.
“So you admit you’ve done your research?~” You coo at him. Surprisingly enough, Volt spares Eddie from your mischief.
“We both have,” he says, giving you a little squeeze around the waist. “But you know what we haven’t found in all our research, live wire?” Oh. Oh, that’s why he saved Eddie instead of joining in. He has an ulterior motive. You resist the urge to gulp.
“...What?” You ask as Eddie finishes gingerly wrapping your finger. He looks it over and nods to himself.
“Why it is that our dear spark would hide an injury from us,” Volt lifts your hand to his face to appraise Eddie’s work, and seems very satisfied. But then his gaze turns to your face. So does Eddie’s.
“Well?” The wire-haired man arches a brow at you and crosses his arms. You huff.
“Okay, first of all, I don’t wanna hear a damn thing about hiding injuries from Eddison Watts,” you start, which gets a chuckle from both men and an added eye roll from Eddie. “Second of all, it really is just a small burn. Humans get hurt all the time; we bruise and burn and break way easier than you objects. You’re just built tougher than us. I guess, to me, a burn isn’t a big deal. I imagine for you, a very strong flame would be needed to burn you. For me, all it took was a slippery pot still hot from the stove.” You paused, and they really seemed to be taking in your explanation.
“I won’t lie and say I didn’t mean to hide it from you. I did mean to. But I only wanted to hide it because I knew you two would freak out over something that, for me, is really ordinary. And I didn’t want to stress you guys out for nothing, not after all that you went through before.”
“Live wire,” Eddie says, after a pause. It’s rare he calls you that, so it immediately has your attention. The grin on his face tells you that was his goal. But his expression softens into a genuine smile as he reaches forward and cups your face in his hands.
“Listen to me,” he continues, and you feel Volt nuzzle into your neck. “Let us worry.”
“It’s nothing to you, live wire,” Volt pulls away from your skin to speak. “But to us, it is everything, because you are everything. Do you understand?” The devotion in those words almost makes you want to cry. You don’t, but you get pretty damn close.
“Yeah,” you manage to whisper. “I do.”
“Good,” Eddie’s thumbs run back and forth across your cheekbones. “Now try to be less stupid next time, yeah?”
As you laugh and Volt scolds Eddie for his bluntness, you think to yourself that, yeah, Operation HYBFEAV was doomed to fail from the beginning. But sitting in the back room listening to your boyfriends bicker back and forth while they fret over you makes you think that maybe it was doomed because it was a mission that never needed to happen in the first place. Not when you are loved like this.
well, it’s official!! i finally finished a full play through of Date Everything 🥰
i adore this game, and i will definitely keep writing for it! i intend to do a mate everything run eventually and try for the consummate professional achievement haha
