When Eddie catches the player after they fall off the ladder, how’d y’all picture it? Like, I think it’s implied that he’s holding them/us in his arms bridal style. Like so:
But at first my brain fully thought he caught them/us like this ⬇️
Another plus sized Live Wire post, because fuck it!
- Volt likes to grab your face and lightly squish your cheeks. Partially because he enjoys the reactions this gets out of you, but also because he just loves how soft your cheeks/face feels under his touch.
- For similar reasons, Eddie likes to (gently) poke you in the cheek, mainly when he thinks you’re spacing/zoning out.
- Both absolutely love having you in their arms in some way. (Whether or not with Eddie it stems from when he caught you after you fell off the ladder he’ll never say.)
- Volt, regardless if anyone else is around or not, is almost always one stray thought away from wrapping his arms around you in some way (from the side with his hand on your hip, from behind with his arms securely around your waist, or holding you close while dancing together).
- When there is no one around but you him and Volt, and there is no other work to be done, Eddie likes to sit with you pull you close so you’re both all but leaning on each other. During moments like this his hand is usually firmly on your waist (you aren’t gonna be getting up anytime soon).
- If they find out any of the other objects in the house have been saying negative things about your size/shape/weight… Yeah that is ending in either some sort of (verbal) confrontation or that object just straight up being banned from The Breaker Box until they genuinely/sincerely apologize to you. And even then they might be on thin ice for a little while. (For the record, I don’t think any of them actually would.., well except for maybe Doug. So, for anyone else, let’s just assume it was a genuine misunderstanding and the boys protective sides flared up before they learned the full story.)
- Laying down with either of them usually means you're gonna have their arms wrapped around you and their chest right up against you (maybe one hand in your hair\craddling the back of your head if they are in front of you), though sometimes instead you end up with them resting their face against your tummy. And if it's both of them then you're either getting one on either side of you holding on to you, or one behind you holding you and the other in front resting against your tummy.
- (ok, this one isn’t a fully formed thought, but I still wanted to include it in some way. So.. yeah, do with this one what you will.) Something about them existing in wires and hard metal and how that plays into their love of how soft you are.
I absolutely adore when writers who make non object AUs still have Eddie catching Live Wire after they fall (still usually from a ladder, but honestly a lot of variations work).
Can you imagine Tony working on a blueprint, deciding to ask his neighbor for a drink, and discovering Eddie making another person?
Tony: Hey, Eds? Can I get a scre-
Eddie: I’m little busy right now!
(Basically how do you think Tony gets along with the breaker boys, you’re my Tony expert)
i think that tony thinks they're a bunch of jackasses, honestly. he really likes volt, because volt is pretty nice to him, but he's got this weird beef with eddie
"ooh eddie thinks he's so good and soooo cool and soooo successful because he's got his own bar and he does his own repairs and even though im a toolbox he basically doesnt let me help at all and-"
but he never says anything to eddie specficially. he just kind of silently badmouths him just like he does to... like... everyone. like he's talked shit and about how he's better than everyone in that house. after a certain point everyone just tunes him out and lets him talk to talk... cept for bathsheba, who finds him super hot and is like totally always interested in all of the super hot tea he has to spill...
i digress
i think when volt was created... tony was a real jerk about it. not in the way where he was like "oh this guy sucks too" but in the way where he was like
"eddie this guy is amazing! holy crap, why didn't you do this earlier?"
and volt is... kind of a new person, so he kind of eats it up, but he also knows that tony has no real intention of hurting eddie. he's just being himself, and eddie has to tell volt "no, yeah. its okay... tony is gonna be tony, and sometimes he's handy. he just... has a big mouth. honestly, i'm glad you're here to entertain him. he always gets on my nerves."
at the end of the day, the three can sit down and have a drink together, and when he's not going to bev's, that's usually where tony stops for a drink... after closing hours, but still. he gets kind of sappy, and volt is his favorite bartender. volt indulges him, and then eddie gently cleans a bar glass, sighs, and tells him the straight facts.
eddie is one of the only people who can be straight with tony without him getting really frustrated and storming out. its a real "yeah? i... i mean i don't trust a lot of people's judgement, eddie, but i trust yours. you're... god. you're better than me at my own job."
and eddie knows that tony respects him a lot, even if he won't show it during the day or in front of others. they care about him. he cares about them. and in the end? he gets really happy when he's invited to help with the repairs, even if its just to hold a ladder.
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!
Scenario idea I had based on the Eddie & Volt section of this post that I made about a plus sized home owner. This is for all my fellow plus sized Live Wires out there! (And yes, this is in fact very self indulgent, because of course it is.)
For one reason or another you find yourself being carried around over/on Eddie’s shoulder as he cleans up around the club after hours. He has one hand securely on your hips/the small of your back, fingers gently digging into the soft flesh, while he picks cups off the tables with his free hand. You may not be able to see his face in your current position, but you have a pretty good idea what his expression is right now.
After a few minutes of Eddie going back and forth from table to bar and back again (can’t carry too many cups one handed at once) you hear familiar footsteps approach. You lift your head a little, just enough to see Vol’t smiling face (though if your hair is long enough then the position you’re in has your view somewhat obstructed by your hair). He leans down just enough to leave a sweet and lightly tingly kiss on the top of your head.
After the tingly sensation dies down you notice that Volt is no longer in view. You crane your neck a bit and can see that your beloveds are sharing a look. You don’t quite trust the smile on Volt’s face. Then, without a word, Eddie places his other hand on the back of your thighs (maybe for stability?) before passing you off into Volt’s waiting arms. Both men chuckle a bit a the startled noise that escapes your lips at the sudden transfer (and Volt certainly isn’t complaining about your arms finding their way around his neck). Eddie plants a kiss on your cheek before getting on to properly cleaning up.
And that’s where my inspiration for this scenario ends. Hope you all enjoyed it!
