eddie and volt with a reader that is just too casual for their own good; a drabble headcanon thing....
when you first got the dateviators it was hard to take them seriously. a device made...to make objects in your home real.... what a joke! you couldn't commit to the things in your house, it was too hard to separate them from what they really are at the end of the day.
but that didn't stop you from becoming more casual with them. you had no issue kissin' up your household items if there weren't any strings attached.
eddie and volt were mainly the two you found yourself kissin' up on. volt was a real charm, trying to make up flush with just his words. it was iffy whether it worked or not, you found yourself giggling at him rather than blushing. he found it endearing, keeping you around.
eddie was different, not much of a charm and rather stubborn. getting on his nerves was fun, but yet getting to know him was even more fun. he found you just as endearing as volt had, finding your late conversations comforting but so raw.
what originally was one hanging out with you one at a time soon became either shutting the bar down just to chat with you. your conversations were endless and went on for hours. in these hangouts and long nights, they would try and break this 'casual shell' you put up.
volt would always compliment you with a different one each time he spoke. several times in a day he could send innuendos and praise your way, and yet every time it'd be something different.
"live wire, you look stunning in black..." volt spoke soft but indulgent, his hand coming to your cheek as if trying to pull you into a kiss. he spoke so sincerely, it made you feel awfully appreciated. you giggled at him, not quite wanting to play into him though it was hard not to. "oh, whatever.." you brushed him off with ease, words spoken quiet but exaggerated. volt laughed back, seeing as you were just so...softly defiant. he couldn't be mad, it was like you were setting boundaries in front of him without saying it-- in some way.
his thumb ran over your lips, that stupid smirk on his face while he did so. "oh, c'mon..." he tilted his head ,like he was trying to gain sympathy out of you. "you're not going to throw me a bone here?" he spoke between a soft laugh, his face coming to yours. a small and soft smile came to your own, leaning close to him too. as much as you wanted to not play into him, keep him guessing, a little but if indulgence never hurt anyone. it not like you were attaching strings by leaning into him. "me? throw you, my electric box, a bone?" you playfully retorted back, speaking just barely over a whisper. "you're lucky you even get the privilege to talk to me."
you were too enthralling to him for your own good. he couldn't even be mad, he loved going back and forth like this, it was like poking a bear with a stick. and he just adored it, he loved sitting here and playing with you. "my mistake." volt spoke with a nod, before his lips pressed to your forehead.
as for eddie, he wasn't entirely sure if he wanted strings. he definitely wanted them more then volt did though. volt enjoyed playing, eddie enjoyed the prize at the end of playing. him even casually talking to you was a privilege to be entirely frank.
this time around eddie was cleaning the stage while you sat at one of the only chairs not put up on the tables. you were dazed off watching him, thinking about whether you wanted to chat with freddie for an hour or eat breakfast tomorrow morning.... eddie was also dazed off thinking. his mind flooded with thoughts of you. thoughts of you waiting for him in the VIP room for after hours, or you between him and volt. he wasn't sure whether he wanted strings attached or not, but he had to pick he would want the 'casual' label to be thrown away.
once eddie was done cleaning he looked back at you, seeing as your eyes were glued to him. he looked tired and exhausted, rasing an eyebrow at you instead of calling you out. your eyes went wide, realizing where your eyes say before awkwardly and quickly turning your head away. he gave a huff, putting away the broom before stepping down from the stage to you.
"livewire." he spoke in that same tired and grumbled voice he always does, looming over you like you'd done something wrong. your eyes came to him, the smallest blush on your face. "I need to put the chair up. you need to move." he spoke a little softer now, like he was trying to make it clear he was mad at the cleaning and not you. you, being the part time asshole you were, smiled and out your hand in his face. there wasn't a word to be spoken, just the unspoken request for him to lift you up himself.
ok "seriously? we're doing this?" he spoke with raised eyebrows, but a smile of disbelief on his face. he found it humorous. his hand came to yours, pulling you up with such strength you almost stumbled coming up from the chair. as a result of his pull, you ended up very, very close to him. your chest was almost touching his own, his hand stayed in your own. "you're so incompetent." eddie spoke with a subtle grin, poking fun at you like the ass he was.
"I am not." you bit back softly, not taking him seriously at all with an eye roll. "you pulled me up from a chair, so what?" your hand came away from his own and rather to his face, lightly and playfully pushing his face away from yours. he laughed back, turning away from you before shoving your hand away. "you wanted help getting up from a chair... you're incompetent." he was borderline ragebaiting you now. you gave him a glare, but brushed him off. "oh, whatever.." you spoke soft, pushing away from eddie and walking away.
I'll maybe continue this later. maybe idk..
