What the title says. I completely forgot that I have written some more of these.
CW: none, pure fluff
WC: 600~
MDNI
You'd think that someone like Eddie, reserved and a little rude, wouldn't be into cuddling. That someone like him might tell you off just for bringing up the suggestion, but no. In fact, he's a huge cuddlebug. He hasn't always been one, before the split with Volt he didn't like being touched all that much, but he soon learned that touch is not something to be afraid of. Volt is a very touchy force of nature, and, due to his connection with Eddie, he will be cuddling the latter, if just to not have him work all the time for once. Much to Eddie's dismay, Volt is a fair bit stronger than him, so he has no problems holding him in bed, cuddling him like a little teddy bear. He would try to get away, but it was no use. And so, Eddie has gotten used to being held, until eventually he came to like it due to his bond with Volt.
Eddie is still not one to admit that freely, though. The closest you'll get him to do so is when he turns his back to you in bed. That's his way of saying "Please cuddle me, I want it, I need it." These days, he sleeps much better when being held, which is lovely because Volt sleeps much better when holding someone or something. Eddie will not admit to liking being cuddled until you either find out on your own or Volt tells you.
You are more than welcome to tag-team cuddle him alongside Volt. Eddie will look like a disgruntled cat between the both you, but he couldn't be more comfortable. While he may not initiate cuddles himself, if you ask him to come cuddle you, he won't say no. He doesn't want to be seen as weak, so he will try to hold you first. If you just so happen to want to hold him instead, though, then he will put up such a meager fight, it's actually funny. He's a lot stronger than that, but he wants to lose like the good little cuddlebug he is. These days, he hears the word "cuddle" and his ears perk up like he's a little dog, but again, he'd never admit that. Very warm, but not uncomfortably so. You can still cuddle Eddie and lie underneath a blanket with him.
Volt is so open about being a cuddlebug, it's unreal. Sure, you'd have to be closer to him, but when you are, he absolutely won't be taking his hands off of you. Hugs, snuggles, cuddles, nuzzles, and all in between. YOU will be the one being held like a teddy bear, whether you like it or not! Sure, you can hold him, but eventually, like the hugger he is, he will turn it all around and have you be held. And if he needs to tickle you into submission, he will. Volt can play dirty like that. When he is bullying you like that, though, he will always apologize with some kisses. Can you blame him? He's a little idiot. But he's your idiot! Volt is extremely warm, though. Like, heater kinds of warm. He's electricity, so there's a lot of power surging through him. While he may be a blessing in the deepest winter, he's a nightmare in summer. Unfortunately, this does not deter him from cuddling you anyway. He can be selfish, if he wants to be. While he may like plushies, you and Eddie will forever and always be his favorite plushie. Real big on nuzzling as well. When you're lying next to him, you can hear him faintly buzzing. Eddie does too, but it's pretty much inaudible.
eddie/volt/reader fic idea i need to spit out even tho i'm not a writer
(this is about to be SO hard to read just walk with me)
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THIS WOULD BE THE PROLOGUE
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volt/eddie x homeowner/reader post realization fic where y'all haven't talked in like over a year right
by this point reader has accepted that the dateables all moved on with their lives so they do the same
year 2 no contact passes and reader is doing better for themselves in wtv way that is. they still live in the og house but they have a friend who's moving into a new house and they want reader to come with them to idk get the keys from the sellers (the sellers are eddie/volt 😛)
so reader and friend pull up and reader obv recognizes eddie/volt IMMEDIATELY and while they're doing better after being ghosted by about 100 ppl, they KNOW this is about to get awkward so they stall in the car for sec
volt greets the friend and gives them their new house keys, eddie lets them know that everything should be in working order (idk what real estate ppl do shhh), and they're both ready to get some gone UNTIL our dear friend call out to reader to come look inside their new home
cue eddie/volt/reader making eye contact and just
so eddie/volt are thinking 'oh fuck it's the homeowner who we forgot about while living human life, they probably fucking hate us'
and reader is thinking 'oh fuck it's breaker box i romanced, realized, and got ghosted by this is so awkward'
and y'all go through that awful "oh hey i haven't seen you in forever" dialogue before you try to excuse yourself but they stop u to ask if ur mad at them for disappearing
u tell them that while u aren't mad (anymore), it definitely still hurts that it happened and that it's fine if ur is just friends with the 2
BUUUT they don't wanna be just friends and they tell reader as such and, if reader is ok with it, they'd like to try to re-romance reader
readers agrees to let them try but makes no promises of getting back together with them
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AND THE FIC ITSELF IS EDDIE/VOLT WINNING READER OVER AGAIN YAYYYYYYY
Eddie & Volt with a reader that makes a habit out of wearing their clothes post-love confession. Especially their shirts and tops.
Sfw or Nsfw are both fine with me
Sfw
Eddie is the one who will notice first purely because Volt has so many things he’s paying attention to at once when you come in.
He’ll give huff of a laugh. “Nice shirt,” and that’s all.
But he’s watching you all night.
That silent little claim of him in you makes his dash slightly flush.
When Volt notices, oh, he’s so smug about it.
A wide grin across his face.
“Is that my shirt, live wire? Hm, well, I suppose I can make an exception and my, my, it does look so ravishing on you.”
Do not expect to get hands off you the entire night.
It doesn’t even have to be sexually charged, he just likes the feeling of his shirt curved to the shape of your body.
Nsfw
If it is sexual though. Oh, are you in for a treat.
Eddie’s hands slipping between you and his clothes.
Volt’s hand grabbing a fist a using it to pull you where he pleases.
You are not allowed to take it off.
Volt using his fistful to keep you in place as he pounds into you.
Eddie going in and out of your mouth, watching as your body bounces but is contained within the clothing.
When they cum, Volt doesn’t pull out until he’s completely spilled himself into you but Eddie does the opposite, tarnishing the shirt you wear with his seed.
Volt’s cock stirs in interest again at the sight. His cum seeping out of you framed by his vest and Eddie’s shirt, both filthy with Eddie’s own cum.
i think Volt gives off like a constant buzz (i don’t remember if this is canon or not i need to replay the route)
maybe sometimes he accidentally puts off too much electricity and zaps you, usually nothing more than mild shocks that make you shriek and laugh, and give you a perfect excuse to get some TLC from him
but. what if during a storm or something. there’s a surge in power while you’re with him and he truly electrocutes you.
of course by complete accident but the damage is done immediately
the pain alone would make you instantly pass out when you’re thrown back onto the floor. maybe you would have some burns wherever Volt was touching you.
i think Volt would completely still with panic besides screaming for Eddie to come help
if you end up getting better i wonder how long it would take for Volt to touch you again
no matter how much you beg him to he would be too afraid of hurting you again
if you end up with permanent damage i don’t think he would ever forgive himself
Can you do an Eddie & Volt x Reader fic where reader has been invited to the club with the premise of them “looking their best” and they panic because their best club wear is stuff for goth clubs so they go to Barry or Amir for help? And it’s fluffy?
Makeup & Mirror on the Wall
You see, realistically, you should not be having so many problems for something that likely does not have many actual expectations. However, your mind was not realistic as it began to spiral.
You’d been distracted all day and most every object you’d bumped into could tell. Now as the clock ticked closer and closer (Timothy really ought to be more considerate about just how loud he was being!), you found yourself in your upstairs bathroom with your datevatiors on your face, looking at two very concerned men.
“Can you just make me look normal? Make me look like a normal club goer because I don’t have the faintest clue on how to do that,” you said, words rushing out faster than River through a facet.
“Back up a few steps, darling,” Barry said, making a peddling gesture with his hands.
“Yes, please, explain,” Amir said as he grabbed your hand, a touch so feather light it felt like it wasn’t even there. “What is wrong with the way you look now? I see nothing.”
An explanation. Right.
That was probably needed for why you were so panicked even though it was only one in the afternoon. For most this would be nowhere near club time.
It all started last night.
It’d been about a week and a half since the faulty wire of the breaker box had been fixed. It was only a day or so of respite. Then to work with repairs which you still happily helped with. By the fourth day, business was once again back to normal.
It was better than normal, in fact!
There were no more power surges. Not a single flicker in the bar lights. No hint of an upcoming problem.
That was until last night.
You’d made a habit to stop by the bar before bed, talk to the two owners, watch the show if there was one, maybe have a drink, and go to bed.
On your way out, you were stopped.
It wasn’t by some physical force or presence but by Volt’s voice calling out, “Live wire, make sure to stop by tomorrow night. There are some. . . special plans in store. Do dress to impress, will you?”
With your little recap done and over, Amir placed his hand beneath his chin thoughtfully.
“What’s wrong with your usual clubbing outfits?” Barry asked, completely ignoring Amir who circled you and left the room.
You slumped against the counter. “While you are a lovely array of colors, you’ve had to have noticed that almost all of my makeup is black and white.”
“Nothing wrong with a little monochromatic look!” Barry said.
“I don’t even think I own a normal blush,” you said, poking around your makeup. “The only kinds of blush I have are meant to be vibrant not natural.”
“So? Makeup isn’t natural,” he continued on. “Anyone who thinks it should look that way is frankly going to be in for a very big surprise when they discover blue eyeshadow.”
His laughter at his own joke trailed off in your mind as a thought came to you.
“You don’t remember the makeup looks I create with you, do you?” you asked, not mean or callus but mater of factly.
The chuckles stopped. “Oh, um, well, no, I don’t. I can’t really see it in that form. I can take a gander as to what you’ve—“
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude,” you said. “I just don’t make pretty looks like you do. People don’t compliment the looks I put together. They stare and point and judge. I can’t even count the number of times I’ve been told I’m demonic because of them.”
A voice sounded from the doorway causing you to jump.
“I compliment them,” Amir said. “Every day, you look radiant in a completely different and new way. The ones where you take the energy and time to do so in your unique way are the ones that absolutely take my breath from me, azizam.”
He held fabric in his hands. It was fabric you instantly recognized.
His smile was sharp as a knife. “Out of everyone in the house, I’m the one who sees you the most,” he said. “If anyone else sees you and does not recognize your beauty, know I do every time.”
He extended the clothing towards you. It was your favorite clubbing outfit. The one which hugged you where you wanted and flowed where it was fun for it to. It was the one you saved for special occasions when you were going out only with people you knew you enjoyed so you could savor the feelings.
“Now, put it on.”
You held the fabric in your hand. You looked between it and Amir.
“I will take off your clothes if I must,” he said and you knew he teased but his face didn’t shift.
You slumped down. You knew he was more stubborn than you or rather, his arguments in this area were more based in facts than your feelings.
“Don’t tease me,” you deadpanned.
Then, without the self deprecation you’d been displaying since you’d walked into the bathroom, you pulled your shirt over your head and began to change.
Barry let out a little squeak as he spun around to give you privacy. Amir in contrast looked at you with a self satisfied smile. His hip jutted out just a bit and his arms crossed on his waist above it.
He walked behind you without you even having to ask to zip the garment for you. His barely there touch making the most minor adjustments.
“Now, Barry,” he said.
He held out an open palm, waiting for something to be dropped into it.
Barry turned to look at you over his shoulder. An eyebrow was raised in question. You simply let your shoulders relax and gave him a half smile. You tilted your head towards Amir.
That started the duo working together to do your makeup. You trusted them to not do too much.
Amir was going to push for something more toward your heavier, bolder looks, you knew. However, Barry kept him in line. He made small little suggestions that made the world of difference.
When Amir moved to finally let you gaze into his object form, you were still nervous but yeah, okay, you looked good.
“And if they still can’t appreciate your beauty, perhaps at my next knife throwing display, one may miss,” Amir said.
“No, it won’t,” you replied.
He smiled at you and cupped your cheek. “For you, azizam, anything,” and yet, it didn’t feel like he was agreeing with you.
With that and a squeeze of the hand from Barry, you began you journey to the Breaker Box.
You stood there, twiddling your fingers for several minutes. You pulled at straps of your outfit. It wasn’t enough to cause tension, but simply get it off your skin.
They’d done you up, yes, but it was still you.
This was still dark and weird. It wasn’t what people wanted.
You were well aquatinted with rejection but you’d grown fond of Eddie and Volt. It would hurt if it was from them.
They’d only seen you in your day to day clothes and with Eddie, he’d seen you in ones more suited for labor. How odd to be more concerned with how they’d view you as dressed up than down.
Wasn’t it usually the opposite?
“It’ll be fine,” Dorian said, jumping you out of your thoughts. He remained unfazed as usual. “I’ve seen what they’ve got planned. You’re not walking into a trap, I promise.”
Hearing that from Dorian did steady you a bit. He was nothing if not honest to a fault.
“You look stunnin’ too. If they don’t trip a cord, somethings wrong with them, not you.”
Well, most of the time.
“Ah, I’m being truthful. Now,” he made the hard choice and grabbed the doorknob for you, “go and trip that cord, live wire.”
His absolutely awful impression of Volt caused you to laugh. So much so, in fact, you didn’t really note his hand on your back leading you inside nor when he closed the door behind you.
Consequently, you also didn’t notice Volt stop mid sentence as he was speaking with Eddie, fiddling with a tablecloth or Eddie who looked up from where he was pouring a drink suddenly stop focusing on the liquid coming from the shaker in his hand.
“Ah, shit!” Eddie cursed.
Your eyes snapped open.
There was some liquid on the bar countertop. Slowly it was beginning to ebb its way towards the edge where it would drip onto the floor.
Eddie was scrambling, trying to soak up as much as he could with a single washcloth. You darted over towards the bar and grabbed another. You just managed to catch the liquid before it reached the edge.
“What’s got you off your game?” you asked in a light tone.
Eddie’s hand covered your own and took the washcloth beneath it. He moved the two closer together to entrap the spilled drink.
He didn’t answer you but (and it was probably just the lighting) but his cheeks looked sort of red.
You wanted to ask but Volt beat you to speaking.
“Live wire,” he greeted, “you look absolutely ravishing tonight. When I said dress to impress, I never would have imagined you’d could somehow become even more attractive than you already are.”
A flush rushed to your cheeks. “Volt,” you said, aiming for sternness but unsure if you succeeded.
Eddie doesn’t look at you. He’s instead busy replacing his the sullied washcloths with a clean one as he sprays down the counter with cleaner.
“He’s right,” he said in a voice that was just above a whisper in tone, almost like he didn’t want to be heard. “You look great.”
“See! Even Eddie said so and if Eddie admits I’m right,” Volt said, allowing his voice to trail off with a smugness.
“Stop,” you told them.
This was somehow worse than if they’d been disgusted.
It was too much acceptance. It wasn’t even acceptance! It was downright complimentary. It was the exact opposite of what you’d been preparing for so now you didn’t know what to do.
“Oh? Is our—“ Volt looked between you and Eddie— “is our live wire getting embarrassed?”
“It would seem so,” Eddie replied.
“No, don’t do that,” you said to him.
Eddie began pouring things into his shaker. “What?”
“Traitor.”
“What?” he repeated, a bit of laughter bubbling up into his words.
I feel like for marketing purposes post realization Volt would often times make update posts on social media where he would soon grow a decent following. Occasionally, visiting a worksite, you would get snagged in a picture and seeing you enough times brought people to start asking questions as to who exactly you were. One day Volt decides to answer these questions by posting a picture he took of the three of you after a day at work with the caption “Another productive day at High Voltage, even more so with our live wire here.”
SYNOPSIS: you’re drunk over your ex again, and it’s volt and eddie who show up to pick up the pieces. they love you, painfully. even if you’re not theirs. even if you never will be.
W.C: 2k | TAGS: GN! Reader, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Unrequited Love, A Man Who Yearns Is A Man Who Suffers, Alcohol as a Coping Mechanism, Katy Perry’s “The One That Got Away” Playing in the Background
A/N: lowkey a rushed vent fic i made for myself <//3 we going through it gang TT sorry for not posting chap 3 yet :( my laptop charger still isn't here... this was written on me phone
AO3: yasminwayne Ko-Fi: buy me a coffee!
Everything feels a little off right now.
You weren’t supposed to drink this much.
The hum of the breaker box should have been background noise, but it was louder than usual now, louder than the world. It pulsed with a steady beat that echoed in your ears like a slow, sluggish heartbeat.
Your body felt heavy and strange, not quite your own. Every movement came with a delay, like your thoughts were swimming through syrup to reach your limbs.
You could feel the cool press of metal at your back where you’d slid down the wall, bottle still loosely cradled in your hand. Your fingers ached from holding it too tightly earlier. You hadn’t even noticed when it got half-empty. Or when it got emptied after that.
Somewhere near you, Volt let out a soft exhale. It sounded almost amused, but there was an edge to it.
"Well," he said gently, voice smooth and unhurried. "This is a new one. Didn’t think we’d see you get properly wrecked, live wire."
You meant to say something witty, but all that came out was a small, breathless laugh.
"Surprise," you murmured. "Party in the breaker box?"
Volt crouched down beside you. There was shuffling, and you felt his jacket slip over yours. His eyes studied your face, searching for something beyond the flush of your cheeks and the glassiness in your gaze.
"You okay, love?"
You laughed, mostly to yourself. "Yeah. S’fine. I’m good."
"You’re not good," Volt said gently. "You never drink like this."
You blinked slowly. "I dunno. Just felt like... fuck it, y’know?"
Boots scuffed across the concrete. You didn’t need to look to know it was Eddie. The sound of him was always distinctive, all heavy steps and no extra movement.
He shifted his weight. The scrape of sole against cement whispered again as he moved closer, but he didn’t crouch. Eddie just stood there, arms folded tight across his chest, watching you with that unblinking steadiness of his.
"You doin’ this for a reason?" he asked, voice low, rough like grit in a wire brush.
You waved a hand vaguely, but it clipped the wall with a soft clunk. You winced, cradling your hand.
"Not a reason," you muttered. "Just... thinkin’. Or tryin’ not to."
Volt just leaned in a little. "About?"
"Old shit," you said, quieter now. "Doesn’t matter."
You curled in on yourself a little more. Your knees drew closer to your chest. When you spoke again, it was almost to yourself.
"I just... I dunno. Sometimes I think, maybe if I’d said something sooner. Or if I hadn’t walked away. If I’d stayed… I would have fought harder when it mattered."
You let out a weak laugh, breath hitching as you pressed the heels of your palms against your eyes. "Stupid. That’s stupid."
No one answered. Volt was still beside you, close enough to feel the heat of him bleeding through the jacket draped over your shoulders. Eddie’s boots hadn’t moved an inch.
You let your head fall back against the wall, staring up at the ceiling like it might spell out answers. The world swayed just a little with the motion.
Your voice cracked the next time you spoke. "He was good. I fucked it up."
You didn’t see when Volt took the bottle from your hand, just felt the weight suddenly gone. You let your fingers curl into your palm.
"I should’ve tried harder," you mumbled, words pouring out of your mouth before you could stop them. "I—I always thought I’d have time. That he’d come back eventually. Or—or that I’d... I dunno. Be better by then."
You laughed to yourself. Dry and sad and cracked around the edges.
"I used to think maybe if I just fixed the right thing—if I just learned to shut up more, or stopped jumping around, or—" You waved your hand vaguely. "—stopped making everything about feelings, he’d stay."
Your voice wavered then dropped to something quieter.
"He was the first person who made me feel like maybe I wasn’t a total fucking mess," you mumbled, eyes fixed on the blur of the breaker lights. "And then he left and I thought, okay. Cool. Guess I am a mess."
Eddie didn’t speak. Just breathed, a slow and uneven exhale through his nose, like it hurt to hold it in too long. You didn’t see the way his jaw clenched sharp, the way his throat worked around words he knew better than to say.
You didn’t see the way his fists curled in on themselves, his nails digging into his palms hard enough to leave welts, anything to ground himself in something that wasn’t the sound of your voice cracking over someone else’s name.
But Volt did.
And God, it hurt . To see the flicker of pain Eddie was trying to hide, the weight of it swelling thick between his ribs.
Volt had worn that same expression, alone in the mirror. It was a grief that came in slow waves, a grief for something they never really had, not in full, not when your heart still held someone else’s ghost. A grief made worse because they both felt it.
Both carried it. Eddie and Volt, shoulder to shoulder, bound by something tender and doomed.
That was the cruelest part. That they had each other, by all accounts, it should’ve been enough.
The kind of love they’d built between them wasn’t some flimsy thing, easily shaken. They shared a life now. Shared the same quiet mornings and late-night shifts and sleepy touches. Eddie’s lips at Volt’s throat, Volt’s fingers through Eddie’s curls.
They’d seen each other gutted, broken open, and reassembled with shaking fingers.
And still, it wasn’t enough to kill the hunger when it came to you .
Because loving you was different. Loving you felt like touching a live wire, like being shocked over and over in the same place and begging the burn to stay, just so you’d feel it again.
It was a need that outgrew the skin it started in, a current that jumped between them, unchecked, every time you laughed or leaned into one of them or said their names.
Every stolen second you looked their way felt like a jolt to the chest. And every second you didn’t … every second you didn’t was static in their bones.
Volt looked at you now and felt the scream in him again, fizzing under his tongue like sparks. You were curled in the corner of the breaker room, his jacket bunched uselessly around you.
"Maybe he was right," you croaked. "Maybe I was just... hard to love."
Eddie shifted, the scrape of his boot against the concrete loud. His voice came next, not loud, but something inside it had teeth and bite.
"No," he said. "You weren’t hard to love. He just didn’t know how."
He looked at you then, jaw tight, eyes darker than usual. "And that’s not the same fucking thing."
"Okay, sure," you slurred, eyes glassy as they rolled skyward. "Break-up therapy in the breaker box."
Beside you, Volt stirred. Then, in one smooth motion, he rose to his feet. Looking down at you, he brushed a wrinkle from his sleeve, tone deceptively light.
"Not therapy," he murmured. "But I do have an idea."
You squinted. "Please don’t say feelings circle."
He smirked, soft, without mockery. "Worse. Dance break."
You blinked at him, slack-jawed. "What."
Volt extended a hand, fingers outstretched, his voice light but certain. "You heard me. There’s no use lying here in a heap of your own tears. Get up. Let’s dance."
"There’s no music," you pointed out, blinking hard.
"There’s humming," he replied, nodding toward the fuse box. "And you’ve got rhythm in there somewhere. Probably. If not, I’ll lead and pretend you do."
You dragged a hand down your face. "I think you’re the one who’s drunk."
Beside you, Eddie made a sound that was half scoff, half genuine laugh. When you turned toward him, his expression had changed. The rigid lines had softened and the guarded veneer had cracked, just slightly. There was something almost gentle in the way he looked at you now.
"Well?" Eddie asked. His brow arched, but his mouth almost smiled.
You sighed, then reached for Volt’s hand.
Standing took more effort than it should have. Your knees wobbled, but before you could tip, Volt caught you. One hand slipped easily into yours; the other found your waist.
You began to sway with him in an uncoordinated shuffle more than a dance. The room buzzed with the ambient hum of wires, and your pulse trailed behind it. No music. Just static, breath, and the quiet scrape of shoes on concrete.
"It’s rhythm," Volt murmured, guiding you in a lazy circle, his hand warm at your back. "Not choreography. And you, my dear, are tragically overdue for a little movement."
"I’m still a mess," you scoffed, not even trying to hide how much you still hurt.
"Good," Volt hummed. "Messes are far more interesting."
You gave him a look. "You’re so full of shit."
"Terribly," he replied without missing a beat.
Then, suddenly, he twirled you.
Your feet tangled, your body spinning too fast for your brain to catch up. You startled, half-tripping into him with a startled yelp, but Volt only laughed under his breath like he’d expected it, like he knew you would. His arm wrapped tighter around you, hand firm at your spine, slowing your momentum with practiced ease.
"See?" he murmured, breath warm against your ear. "You moved."
You tried to glare at him, tried to be annoyed, but the corners of your mouth betrayed you. They twitched upward despite everything.
It felt weird… this whole thing. This strange little dance in the half-lit breaker box, buzzing with old electricity and fresh heartache. But for one slow, ridiculous turn, your body remembered how to exist without holding grief.
Your head tipped back, lips parting as a laugh broke free, impossible to stop. You laughed until your eyes fluttered shut and your knees dipped slightly with the motion, clinging to the lapels of his coat like they were the only thing keeping you upright.
"God," you gasped between breaths, still laughing, "this is so stupid."
"Yes, you’ve said so," Volt chuckled. "And yet! There you are. Laughing. Which, frankly, is a miracle given the state you’re in."
He twirled you again, slower now. Your laughter hiccupped mid-turn and spilled out in softer bursts.
You didn’t notice how your hands had found his shoulders. How your cheek brushed against the lapel of his coat. How your fingers curled instinctively into the fabric like you’d done it a thousand times in another life. You just let yourself lean into him.
Across the room, Eddie hadn’t moved. He was still leaning against the wall, still half-lost in shadow, but something in his posture had softened. The tight set of his jaw had eased. The edge in his eyes had dulled. He didn’t come closer because he knew that if he touched you, he might not be able to stop.
So he stayed where he was, loving you the way he knew how. With the quiet ticking of a mind already moving through the list of things he’d do tomorrow to make the morning easier for you. Water by your bed. Toast you probably wouldn’t eat. Painkillers from Farya ready in your hand before you even ask.
He knew your laughter wasn’t a cure. Knew that nothing in this moment could stitch up the pieces of your grief. That this moment wouldn’t fix the way your heart still bled for someone long gone. That when the high wore off and your stomach turned and the lights buzzed too loud again, you’d remember all the reasons you drank in the first place.
But they still gave you this. They chose to give you this because they loved you.
They knew you weren’t theirs. Knew your heart still looked backward. That your fingers might still trace the ghost of someone who didn’t stay.
Still, you laughed. And in that moment with your laughter in that awful little room, they had everything they’d ever wanted.
And for one breathless second, they let themselves believe that in this life, you might have loved them too.
I was thinking of some platonic Eddie & Volt hcs with reader who has some level of androphobia (fear of men), being only comfortable with them but not really the other male objects.
︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶ eddie & volt x androphobic! reader
contains ;; androphobia, gn reader, platonic relationships, events differing slightly from in-game
a/n :: I love this idea!! idk if it’d be the right term for me, but I think I’m a bit androphobic myself and I love platonic fics, so it works perfectly !!
while for some the dateviators may seem like something fun, an enjoyable tool you could use in daily life, it was sort of a source of stress for you. The idea that men had been constantly around, where you couldn’t see or sense them? It was more than a little alarming. Maybe that’s why you’ve clung onto these two a bit.
You don’t know why Eddie and Volt have become the exception. Heck, you don’t even know if they know theyre the exception. But if you had a charge left before the club opened, or even if it was open but you’d been in an uncomfortable interaction with a man, you’d end up there.
“Ah! Live wire. What a delight to see you.” Volt would say. It was a routine, but a comforting one. They’d stopped asking why you’d come before opening after the 3rd time. Eddie even fixes you a drink before opening time, granted he would say it’s payment for your help. (Not that you needed anything in return)
To be honest though, Volt couldn’t help a bit of confusion. You never visited for shows at the Breaker Box. Of course, he’d take any time with you he could get anyway, but he worried. He knew Johnny splash was bad, but that bad to the point you’d barely come?
Tonight, luckily, you’d come anyway. To be fair, you’d just met Stefan for the first time. You were sure he was nice of course, but it was too overwhelming for you. Overwhelming enough for you to push past fear and enter the Breaker Box, all in hopes you’d get a moment alone with Eddie or Volt just for some assurance.
“Live wire. A special visit, during open hours? I’m pleasantly shocked.” Volt teased lightly as you entered, only slightly noticing your nervous form but not mentioning it.
You nod along. “Is Eddie here tonight?” You ask. You knew Volt had to host, and didn’t wanna bother him with your issues. Usually Eddie was at least a bit less busy, at the very least after you fixed them up.
Volt smiled a bit more at your question. “Let’s get you fixed up at the VIP table, and I’ll send him over.” The VIP table was your saving Grace for nights like this. While still not quite relaxed, it was away from most everyone else. You got to sit alone, a bit farther from the male occupants of the club so you could grin and bare it. You take Volt’s hand, letting him guide you to the table before going off to grab Eddie.
A few of the visitors noticed your unusual presence in the club. Namely, Hoove glanced over and saw your figure. You’d met once, and seemed incredibly uncomfortable around him but not wanting to be rude by leaving. He’d let you go quicker, and you practically dashed away. Volt noticed Hoove’s stare at his friend, and stopped by the table with a smile. “Hoove, how did our guest of honor catch your attention?” Volt asked, a bit curious.
Hoove looked over and smiled at the host. “Ah, nothing much. Just haven’t seen the human around here before, and it doesn’t seem like their typa scene either.” After a bit of explanation on that statement, it all clicked in Volt’s head.
Volt waved goodbye to Hoove, going back to his quest to get Eddie. Eddie was behind the bar, preparing a few drinks and giving them out to the appropriate people. Eddie looked over to Volt, waiting to hear what was needed.
It was a few minutes later that Eddie approached your table, your typical drink in his hand. “Hey, live wire. C’mon, get up for a moment.” Eddie motioned for you to stand up, much to your confusion but you followed the command and he handed you your drink.
Your eyes widened, now completely confused as Eddie moved your table back a few feet and away from everyone else. He wiped his hands together, slight dust that accumulated over the bit since the table was cleaned wiped off his palms. He turns with a tired look.
“If you were uncomfortable, me and Volt could’ve figured something out to help. Much prefer that to you just avoiding this place while it’s open all together.” Eddie said, almost scolding but in the way that showed he cared. That makes you blush slightly, and you look to the ground beside you in embarrassment.
He only had the chance to sit with you for a bit, but it was pleasant. It was more comfortable now, being away from the others and your fear slightly subsided.
After that night, you visited more often during open hours. The table was moved away permanently, looking like just part of the layout rather than an accommodation, and even then Volt or Eddie checked on you when able.
You were thankful, thankful that they never chastised your fear but instead accommodated you. Thankful that they never questioned that you still stuck with them, even if it was no one else.
sorry the ending was a bit abrupt, I wasn’t quite sure how to finish it off. I hope I did Eddie and Volt justice, and I hope I wrote this all accurately!! Have a great day y’all!!
