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Writing fanfiction isn't enough anymore I need that character to kiss me breathless

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Eddie & Volt Relationship Headcanons / mini-story

Reader Pronouns: you/they

warnings: date everything spoilers, closed relationship, heavy make-outs, very possessive Eddie, NSFW but nothing graphic/mostly insinuations, implied afab reader(?), reader is also implied to be shorter than them

Before Realization (after love status):

You better be at The Breaker Box every night!

Volt dedicates every night’s show to you.

“This evening, as always, is dedicated to your lovely Live-Wire! Try not to stare too much, they’re very taken.” He has the biggest grin every time he announces that, always being sure to point you out in the crowd so the other objects can see you… and perhaps be jealous of what they can’t have.

Volt always plants a big, exaggerated kiss on your lips for everyone to see before closing the bar and ushering out the patrons.

He then goes to “clean up”, promising to be back soon, but he never is; you and Eddie can only theorize what he does in the hours he leaves you to your own devices.

Eddie still expects you to stay every night after close, to help with “repairs” (he just wants to make you a drink and talk in private)

Don’t mention that you never actually do any work with him though, he gets embarrassed.

Through trial and error Eddie managed to figure out your favourite drink (god forbid he just ask) so he mixes it every night for you without asking.

If it’s something sweet he secretly loves the way the flavour mixes with the strong flavour of his own when he kisses you. Makes him absolutely feral.

Your time spent with Eddie is peaceful; you talk about the future, kiss… *lots* of kissing, but you don’t mind.

After you’ve both finished your drinks and have exhausted your conversation into a comfortable silence, he’ll sit you on the bar counter. He stares at you for a little too long before he devours you; groaning something outright sinful when you wrap your legs around his waist.

Eddie always has to have things on his terms; his tongue in your mouth, his strong hands positioning you exactly how he wants… He enjoys watching you melt into him, completely his.

Eddie would never admit it, but watching Volt parade you around to the rest of the house makes him a little jealous. Not because he’s jealous of Volt, but because he knows all the other objects see you has belong to him; when in reality you’re just as much Eddie’s.

Maybe that’s why Volt leaves you two for so long; to allow Eddie time to satiate his hunger for you.

When Volt returns you’re almost certainly a mess; hair messy, clothes out of place from Eddie’s hands roaming your body.

Volt scoffs, talking about how he “Can’t leave you two freaks alone for even a moment!” but his grin betrays him; he loves it.

You’re in for a night filled with them bickering and teasing you endlessly after that. If you’re lucky you may get to spend your evening in the middle of an Eddie-Volt sandwich…

Either way, they both walk you back to Betty; Dorian is almost always appalled by the mess they leave you in, and threatens to start locking the door. The threats are empty though; he sees how happy you are, and wouldn’t dare interfere.

They both kiss you goodnight, promising to see you again tomorrow; Eddie promising to hide you away in the back room when Johnny Splash’s performance finally gives you a headache.

After Realization (under the cut):

The very first thing Volt does upon being realized is pull you into a bone-crushing hug.

“Live-Wire!! You’re so soft… Were you always this way?”

“Yes dumbass, now let them go before they stop breathing.”

Volt lets you go, but keeps one of your hands in his; the physical sensations are only slightly different, but it’s a whole new world for him.

“So… This is what you feel like all the time, huh?” Eddie takes a moment to adjust to his new form, taking your other hand in his. “…You’re still short.”

You have the best night of your life; all you feel is pure ecstasy as they fill you in every sense of the word. Volt crashes almost immediately while holding you, while Eddie stays up for a while to talk to you; discussing what they should do now, looking to you for approval with his every idea.

Even as they go off to find their place in the world, they swear to be back as soon as possible, permanently. Between Volt dropping to his knees and proclaiming his love to you, and Eddie being unwilling to let you go after each kiss, it takes them over ten attempts to actually get out the door.

They come back frequently for visits, telling you about their latest projects, even if they never seemed to stick. Eddie makes sure to take care of any repairs around your home while Volt entertains you after dinner.

Once they find their calling, with High Voltage Realty, they offer you a job almost instantly. Even under new management you hadn’t been feeling fulfilled at Valdivian, and they wanted to share their passion with you.

You end up furnishing and decorating the renovated homes, making them completely move-in ready; which in turn helps you guys stand out from the competition, allowing you all to live comfortably.

You all share a home together, and you fall back into a similar routine you had before; Volt showering you in affection every night before dinner, and Eddie sharing a quiet drink with you afterwards.

You help Eddie plan a vacation for the three of you, allegedly a surprise for Volt, but you see him searching for wedding rings in your size one evening. Some slight snooping reveals a search history filled with questions about if someone can have multiple rings, and a slew of questions regarding marriage law.

You almost forget about it by the time you take the much-needed vacation; until you’re cornered by your two boyfriends, both of them getting down on one knee with their own unique ring for you.

A/N: if you reblog I will kiss you on the mouth and appreciate you for the rest of my life!!! Requests are open, I’ll be posting one tomorrow hopefully :)

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Sorry aNYWAYYY..

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Have been playing 'date everything' and these two have such a hard grip on me that I might explode 😔⚡️🩷

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Wrong Sparks

Summary: During an argument with Eddie, Volt gets upset with you and kicks you out of the bar, unknowingly hurting you.

Eddie/Volt x gn!reader

Warnings: Yelling, electrocution, mentions of falling down stairs, Volt being possessive, minor violence.

Word Count: 1,727

After closing hours at the Breaker Box arguing could be heard to anyone who passed by Dorian, who was unlucky enough to have heard all of it for the past hour.

From inside the club you and Eddie were having, what you both would consider a ‘causal argument.’ Though to those who did not, your dynamic would think it would put Harper & Dirk's shouting matches to shame. Though every argument you had with Eddie had one thing in common: it came from a place of genuine concern and love; but paired with both of your stubborn ways, it looked more violent than you intended.

"Do I seriously have to ban you for a week so you can just cool down?" Eddie was growing tired from trying to get you to stay put at the bar for the past hour. You have been trying to help with maintenance, but he denied your offer every time since you sprained your wrist.

You knew his threat was empty, but with your mind growing just as tired, you believed him. You huffed, “Fine, then maybe I'll go be a regular at Bev's!”

Eddie reeled back at your very real threat. You did it before and didn't come to the Breaker Box for two days. All because Eddie wanted to stop serving you after you got drunk once & almost fell down the stairs; And if it weren't for Dorian pulling you into your room and getting you to bed safely. After Eddie learned what happened, you got into another argument, to which you went to Beverley's and slept next to Koa that night. You knew Eddie would blow a fuse that night out of concern if he saw you go up the stairs after getting drunk at Bev's.

When you realize you stepped out of line due to Eddie's silence, you shuffle your feet, thinking of what to say, but he beats you to it, "You can stay... but you can't help.

That comment sparks the fire of the argument in you again, "That's how we got here in the first place!"

Eddie sighs and pinches his nose, “Oh god, not this again" Eddie sighs & pinches his nose.

Your argument picks up again, possibly even louder now. The reason for the fight? You had recently sprained your wrist & cramped your hand from taking on a part time job from home while in ‘labor limbo’ and going around the house helping everyone else. Due to your exhaustion you didn't help much with repairs at the bar, but just sat at the bar and chatted with Eddie.

Eddie was there when you realized how bad your hands were; You were drying dishes while he washed, when you turned the glass & dropped it clutching your hand.

After a quick trip to Farya, she wrapped and iced your hand and told you to take it easy on physical labor. You listened to her for a few days; you stopped helping people around the house, and only took time in keeping pleasant conversation, and even took time off work. But now you feel guilty. Eddie had fallen further behind on work since you would stay after house at the Breaker Box for a chat. Now he was stretching himself thin to take care of you and the bar. When you didn’t come to the bar, Eddie would always come to find you and make sure you were resting… Which brings you back to now...

"I can handle it! Let me help!”

"No, you need rest. I've got it handled." The lights were starting to flicker as Eddie just wanted to get back to work and let you rest.

You scoffed, “Oh yeah, because working alone got you really far last time!"

You both paused as a bulb burst from above you. You look at Eddie, shocked at your own words. You start to move to him when a large hand grips your shoulder, painfully so.

“Volt—” Eddie starts, but doesn't get to finish.

Volt's skin, an inhuman shade of blue, stares coldly down at you, “You’re cut off for the day. Get. Out”

"Volt” You grab his wrist, about to beg him to hear you out, when he suddenly grabs your injured wrist.

Eddie tries to reach Volt seeing you hold back a pained yell, but Volt already has you out the door. "Stay away from Eddie." "Volt doesn't even look at you as he slams the door.

You bang on the door yelling for Volt to let you in, when a small current comes through the door. That small spark finally allows you to feel the pain in your arm, it's excruciating. Volt, whether knowingly or not, had electrocuted your arm. You let out an ear piercing scream, only muffled when someone pulled you into their chest & everything went dark.

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When you wake up you notice Farya and Betty right by your sides. Betty was petting your head as Farya was checking up on your arm. Her poking and prodding didn’t bother you, but you were confused why she was here.

“What happened?” You look around, but Betty keeps you lying down.

Curt and Rod appear from the end of your bed. Curt starts off the explanation, “It was crazy. Dorian bursts into the room carrying your.”

“And you were practically dead. Limp. The whole dramatics.”

“Yup. Farya entered not long after, and you were messed up real bad. Whoever you fought, they got you good.”

“They singed your arm bad. Farya considered cutting it off.”

Your heart started sped up as your breathing became uneven.

“They are just messing around. That was never even an option cutie.” Betty reassured you. Her warmth helped a bit, but the second you calmed down, you shot back up.

“Eddie!” You leapt from the bed before anyone could stop you. You raced to the door, but before you could even touch the handle Dorian grabbed your hand.

You look at him, but he shakes his head, “You need rest. Not to go mingling about with them.”

“Dorian, he didn’t mean to,” Your legs gave out, and he picked you up. When he put you back on the bed, you grabbed his hand, “Can you at least check if they are alright, especially Eddie.”

When Dorian doesn’t respond, you resort to puppy eyes and beg, “Please?”

Dorian sighs and squeezes your hand, “Your heart is too big from them, luv’.”

You thank him, and tell him you’ll go rest. You go to turn the lamp off, but when you make contact with the switch it shocks you. You go to pull your hand back, but Farya is already checking your fingers, lightly touching them.

“Does it hurt?”

You look at your shaking hands being touched by her steady one, then look at her, “I- I can’t feel anything.”

She releases your hand which begins to shake even more violently. Curt and Rod get up and head to the door.

“Oh those two really have their wires crossed.”

“Ain’t nobody mess with our friend.”

When they reach Dorian, he blocks their path, and before they could protest he gives them a look that shuts them up, “Look fellas, I know emotions are high but please, stay here with em’. I’ll handle them, I swear.”

Curt and Rod nod and go back to your bed, Curt pulling out cards they had kept themselves busy with before you woke up.

Rod dealt the deck as Dorian closed the door behind him.

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The Breaker Box had been closed for a few days after the incident with you and Volt. Eddie was against the idea, but Volt wanted him to rest and get the repairs done in a timely manner; it also gave Volt time to cool down.

Volt had regretted how rough he handled you that day, but when he saw Eddie blow a fuse he got overprotective. It was a rare thing for both of them, especially now that you joined them. When Volt got too overprotective, he boiled over to controlling and possessive, and this was the first time you had seen it. His blue flared side was something Eddie had told him to reel in, and Volt swears he’s been working on it.

Now Eddie was ignoring him as Volt refused to let him leave to check up on you. So now Volt is in the front cleaning up, while Eddie sits backstage. A loud banging on the door interrupted his thoughts.

“We’re closed.”

“Not here for a drink.”

Volt stood up straighter and opened the door when he heard Dorian’s voice. Volt invited him in and put on his warm host persona.

“How can I help you Dorian? You rarely come here, even when I personally invite you.”

Dorian glances around the room, “Where’s Eddie? I need to speak with both of you.”

Volt felt his protective nature boil up again, but Eddie’s voice carried from across the room, “What do you want? We’re busy right now.”

“Look I don’t want to be here either, but I need to know,” Dorian glares at the two of them, “Which one of you blokes messed with the power.”

“I beg your pardon? We’ve been here fixing the breaker.” Volt puffs out his chest as Eddie stands by his side.

“Look,” Dorian closes his eyes, “I know you lot had an argument the other day, but what you did was too far.”

Eddie moved his hand to his hip, “What was too far?”

“Ah… alrighty then.” Without warning Dorian reels back and punches Volt, sending him to the ground. Eddie rushes to Volt’s side and opens his mouth to yell.

“Look, if you want answers, ask your mate here. And please do stay away from the human unless you both have a proper apology. And I’ll think of letting you see them once they recover from your little stunt.” Dorian gives Volt a pointed look before taking off.

Volt sits up and looks at Eddie confused, “What does he mean ‘recover?’ Our live wire got hurt?”

Eddie looked at the door of the bar, “Yeah, they sprained their hand earlier. The one you grabbed, rather roughly.”

Volt looked down, the guilt finally catching up to him.

“We’ll go apologize to them tomorrow, for now let's deal with your face.” Eddie helps Volt up and takes him to the back to ice his face.

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Episodes

Eddie and Volt x AFAB Reader

Summary: Reader has endometriosis. The boys take care of you.

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: chronic(?) pain, endometriosis, period talk (oh noooo), hurt/comfort, mildly suggestive?

A/N: this is purely self indulgent. Not edited, burnout is bad enough

Things in your house had more or less calmed down power-wise since you helped Eddie and Volt reset smoothly. You did have as many of the shorts in energy when you plugged Hoove in with your tv or left too many lights on. Mostly, though, you were just happy to finally be where you felt you belonged—-with two of your favorite people. Volt had made his affections much more evident after your aid and Eddie was even starting to warm up to your nightly visits to the best bar in the house.

It was still dark when you woke up, curling in on yourself and whining quietly as you held your abdomen. Your face scrunched in pain as you mentally pictured yourself taking the last pill in your little birth control package. Cursing, you knew you were due for anywhere between four and fourteen excruciating days where all you wanted to do was lay in bed and wish your own death.

To anyone else, it seemed extreme, so you learned to stop voicing that wish when these days hit; preferring to drill them through your mind over and over and over until you finally fell asleep or your prescription painkillers kicked in, numbing the pain just enough that you could nap through it. Nobody understood the way you felt because the people you were around hadn’t experienced such excruciating pain so often in their lives.

Every month for almost half of it you were down and out. You had joined Valdivian under the pretense from Sam that they would be understanding of it. Your last job had not been able to accommodate your condition, and it had let to arguments blowing things out of proportion and extra stress that only made the everyday pain worse. Eventually, you decided you couldn’t do that vicious cycle anymore. It had become too much for you to power through and the last argument had you blowing a fuse, screaming that you quit and weren’t ever coming back.

You had cried to Sam in your car on the way home that day about it all. She listened diligently and said she could put in a recommendation for you at her company.

Everything had been going swimmingly until your job there hit limbo, as Tom had called it, and tinfoilhat guy had entered your life with the Dateviators. Since then, they had been upgraded with unlimited charges and were charged by a swapping of energy between the contacts and the objects they were interacting with. So long as that object wanted to be spoken with, the contacts were able to pull them into your sight.

It was a good lesson in consent, all things considered. If only it worked with real people.

You groaned, rolling onto your other side with your knees curled up, cradling your aching belly. You checked your phone, the bright, unnatural glow making you squint your eyes despite the dark background. 3:05am. If you hadn’t known Betty under you would’ve taken the brunt force of it, you would’ve started kicking and hitting to get out some of your frustration. You hadn’t even noticed the way your hand curled into a fist in your sheets as another wave of pain flared.

“Sorry, Betty…” She was intimately familiar with your cycle already, having bled through and had to hand wash your sheets at least once a month. Even with your precautions doubling up on pads every night, there were many nights you had to wake up and change them.

You almost swore you could hear her telling you it was alright.

You reached for the little case filled with saline and put your dateviator contacts in. You didn’t really know what you planned to do this late at night, only a handful of them were usually still awake. One being Nightmare. You were sure you weren’t really in the mood for her right now.

You knew who you wanted to see, of course, but you didn’t want to be a bother, and you definitely did not want them fussing over you. You had handled it alone for this long, you could go a little longer by yourself. If you thought about it, it sounded silly. You wanted to go talk to your breaker box—-like a lunatic—-because it made you feel better. Sam was still in disbelief that it was real, and it definitely did make you seem crazy. No one could see them without the dateviators and there was only one pair.

Hell, maybe you were hallucinating, but it was better than the alternative of being completely and utterly alone in the house, with no social life, and no desire to continue the way you were before. As crazy as this circumstance started, you wouldn’t trade it for anything now. You shuddered to think what you would do if something happened to the dateviators and you had to go back to being in this big empty house alone, unable to speak with anyone that you had formed such meaningful connections with.

Still, you found yourself standing in front of the Breaker Box door. You blinked and it shifted from your actual breaker box to your favorite bar. The lights were off, and your heart sank even as you tried the handle… Unlocked.

Something in your chest eased as you gently pulled the door open and crept in. The room was empty and there was a discarded rag on the bar, undoubtedly from Eddie wiping it down. Hopefully, he had gone to rest instead of overworking himself again. That was fine, you could make your own drink and clean it up to be spotless and they would never know. If your boyfriends were sleeping, the least you could do was have a drink.

The first thing that came to mind was a whiskey sour. It wasn’t something you normally drank, or something you used to even like. But the taste reminded you of Eddie. He was the first to make it for you. Whiskey, lemon juice, sugar, egg whites, and cherries on top.

You moved behind the bar, pulling the ingredients out and mixing it perfectly, the way Beverly had shown you in the past. You carefully poured it out of the shaker and into your own glass over ice, putting two cherries attached at the stem on top.

The presentation was exactly the way Eddie would do it for you and it sent a pang through your chest. You had just seen them earlier in the night but it didn’t change how much you missed them both.

Your pain flared up again, and you clutched the edge of the bar with white knuckles. Your nose scrunched, waiting for it to pass. When it finally did, you took a sip of your drink and frowned. It didn’t taste the same. You had measured everything to perfection and mixed everything properly, but it didn’t taste right. You sighed, setting the glass down heavily. You didn’t want to waste it, but it didn’t feel worth the bad taste in your mouth.

You jumped, your head bumping someone’s chest as hands settled on your hips. You swore your soul left your body for a moment as Volt’s voice crooned in your ear. “You’re up early, live wire.”

Just hearing him, you relaxed into his touch, the fight or flight leaving your tensed muscles. You sighed, briefly allowing yourself to close your eyes as you drank in his warm energy. He leaned his head down to kiss your crown, his white hair lighter than downy feathers and tingling slightly against your cheek.

“Don’t let Eddie see you making your own drinks,” he teased. You huffed a quiet laugh.

“It wasn’t worth it anyway.” You held it up to him.

Carefully, he plucked the cherries off the top, his other hand lightly gripping your neck and pulling your chin down with his thumb. Your lips parted as he dangled the cherries in front of you, and you tilted your head back to welcome them into your mouth. You heard a small grunt escape him as your lips wrapped around the stems and pulled the fruit free. He flicked the stems onto the bar, lightly holding your throat until you leaned forward to spit the cherry pits into the trash.

You could see the pink dusting Volt’s cheeks from the light of his hair as he knocked back your drink like it was a cold shower. You couldn’t help but grin, knowing exactly the kind of effect you had on him.

The joy was short lived as your uterus twisted painfully. Your breath whooshed out as you doubled over against the bar, gripping it like your life depended on it. It certainly felt as though it did.

“Spark, what’s wrong?” The obvious concern in Volt’s tone did nothing but embarrass you.

“I’m fine, it’ll pass in a moment.”

Volt’s hands hovered in the air, as though worried he had somehow hurt you. Slowly, the tension in your hands and back released and the wave crashed leaving only the aftermath. Exhaustion.

You breathed a sigh, slumping forward against the bar. You put your head in your hands, Volt hesitantly reaching for your shoulder.

“What’s happened?” Another familiar voice came from your left as Eddie descended the stairs, rubbing his callused hands with a rag.

“Nothing, I’m fine,” you snapped.

“Sure, and I’m Mayor Celia,” Eddie replied drily.

“Live wire, whatever it is, you know you can tell us anything.” Volt said softly, gently massaging your shoulder.

You stood up straight, shrugging him off. “I told you I’m fine. It’s nothing to worry yourselves over.” You took a deep breath, fighting to push away the accusatory, hostile tone. “I’m sorry, I’m okay, please just don’t make a big deal about it.”

Volt and Eddie glanced between each other. Volt hesitantly spoke. “All right, little spark, but at the first sign that something is wrong we want to know.”

You could’ve laughed at that if he wasn’t so seriously worried about you. Nothing had been right ever. It was just something you had to endure. But you nodded anyway.

Everything was tense and silent for long enough that you caved and the words just started spilling from your mouth. “I have something called endometriosis. This is all going to sound like gibberish to you because objects don’t have some of the human anatomy. Normally, every month for about a week, a woman will bleed from her vagina.” It was easier not to look at them while you explained it, though you had given up on censoring anything long ago. They would get the full ugly truth.

You watched their faces as they took in your words, gradually becoming more horrified as you spoke. “That’s… considered normal?”

“It’s normal, and part of how people reproduce. But for me… I cramp most of the days in a month. And I’ll bleed anywhere between one and two weeks. It would be more without my birth control—-my medicine. But it’s… excruciating, to put it lightly. Cramps come and go in waves, sometimes just lasting for hours at a time. I just started today.”

“Is that why you’re awake so early? Because you’re in pain?” Volt had a sympathetic, pouting expression on his face, immediately winding his arms around your waist and holding you close. “Spark, you should have said.”

“That’s the most horrifying thing I’ve ever heard,” Eddie said, approaching the two of you. “And you shouldn’t be alone with it.” You could feel the redness in his cheeks as you cupped his face between your hands.

“I always have, and people don’t take it seriously. Doctors barely take it seriously. I got lucky that mine did and was able to prescribe me extra strong pain pills that aren’t available in a drug store. But really, even that barely scratches the surface.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Volt’s energy created static in the air as he became frustrated on your behalf. “It’s clear how painful it is, and I’ve been around all of five minutes compared to your life.”

“Yeah, I—“ you were cut off with a groan as your abdomen clenched, every muscle in your stomach cramping with it. “Fuck!” You said with a strangled voice.

“Spark!” Volt pulled you so that you fell into him rather than the counter, and you were grateful for the warmth he provided.

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” you panted out as you squeezed your eyes shut, hands clenched in the lapels of his jacket. You buried your head in his chest and he held the back of it gently, rubbing your back with his free hand.

“Don't you dare apologize for something you can’t control.” You felt Eddie as he approached behind you, leaving you effectively sandwiched between the two men. Not that you were complaining or would ever complain about it, but this wasn’t quite what you had in mind when you made that joke.

Your body shook with the effort of keeping you upright, and you slumped completely against Volt, who held you without issue. Tears welled in your eyes from frustration and fatigue.

You sniffled and Volt pulled back just enough to see your face. He held your cheeks, wiping the tears away as they fell. “Oh, Spark…”

“I’m so tired of this,” you cried. You knew you had that whine of exhaustion in your voice, but you didn’t care. You were exhausted and there was no one better to take care of you than them.

“What can we do?” Eddie asked from behind you, gently rubbing your upper arms.

In truth, there wasn’t much if anything that could help. It took some time for the tears to stop flowing and for your breathing to even out before you spoke. “Bed. And… maybe some medicine.”

Without another word, Volt hooked his arms under your knees and carried you princess style. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, tucking your nose into the crook of his neck and taking deep breaths.

“Easy, live wire. I’ve got you.” You nodded, letting your eyes drift shut. It was easy for your mind to settle tucked into him like this.

You were vaguely aware when Volt put you into your bed and knelt beside you, brushing your hair out of your face. He leaned forward, pressing his lips softly against yours before moving to press them to your forehead.

Eddie came in a few minutes later holding your prescription bottle and a glass of water from the bar with ice in it. “Here,” he perched on the edge of the bed, holding them out to you.

Volt helped you sit up enough to take the pills, chugging the glass of water before laying back. As Volt moved to stand, you caught the copper coils around his wrist.

He smiled softly. “I’m not going anywhere, little spark.” He shrugged his jacket off, haphazardly throwing it to the floor before slipping out of his pants and shoes and climbing into bed beside you.

A moment later, the bed dipped and you knew Eddie was behind you, curling against your back. You tucked yourself into Volt’s chest, allowing yourself the moment of rest. It wouldn’t be the first time you’d fallen asleep without removing the dateviators and it likely wouldn’t be the last.

When you woke up, they were gone, but there was a fresh glass of water that still had ice in it and a carefully folded piece of paper. Your painkillers were closed, but two pills rested next to the glass. You picked them up and took them quickly before reading the piece of paper.

We’ll always take care of you.

Our live wire.

E & V

A/N: literally living this hell as we speak 😭 without the boys. Send help.

Part two with smut if the people want it 🫡

Let me know if you want me to make a Breaker Box Boys tag list 🫶

Credits to @/cafekitsune for the banner

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I Fall To Pieces When I’m With You

Pairing : Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader

Summary : Agatha messes up big time and you’re finished with her, or you thought you were until she started begging.

Word count : 3000ish maybe more my bad

Warnings : Begging, Mommy Kink, Bondage, Degration, Toxic!Agatha but she’s literally a villain so what did you expect (i can fix her) okay there’s a lot.

Notes : If there are any mistakes I’m sorry I didn’t proofread this lmfao

“I’m not doing this anymore Agatha, you keep doing this and you keep hurting me and I—“ Your face crumples as you look at her, before you let it relax, your eyes filling with an emotion that was completely foreign to you. “I’m done.”

Agatha’s heart hammers in her chest, and you can hear her breath catch in her throat, “No, wait- no wait.” As you take a step back, she takes a step forward. “Come on baby don-“

“No!” You raise your hand, “You don’t get to call me that anymore, stay away from me.” You turn and you’re walking to the front door of your home.

“Please no. Please let me come back home, please, please, I’ll be a good girl.”

You look over your shoulder and your blood rushes to your ears as you see Agatha down on her knees, her purple slacks digging into the grass outside of your home, fresh hot tears flowing down her cheeks. “What is happening right now?” You whisper in confusion, your lower stomach burning at the sight.

“Please I’ll be so good. i’ll do whatever you want.” She crawls forward on her knees, her hands reach out but they don’t touch you, they’re trembling and pale in the moonlight. “Please Mommy, i’ll be such a good girl.”

Your jaw tightens, your heart pounding against your ribs as you stare at her—Agatha Harkness, the ever-powerful witch, on her knees, begging, looking so completely undone. The sight stirs something inside you, a complicated cocktail of emotions: anger, betrayal, and something darker, more twisted, and you can’t really decide if it’s entirely unwanted.

“Stop,” you snap, though your voice wavers. You can’t let her see how she affects you—not anymore. “This isn’t some game you can win, Agatha. This is my life—my heart—you keep playing with.”

Her tears flow freely now, streaking her mascara, and she looks up at you with an expression you’ve never seen before: raw, vulnerable, and utterly desperate. It makes you falter for a moment, but you shake it off, turning your face away to shield yourself from her pull.

“I know I hurt you,” she pleads, her voice hoarse, “I know I’ve been cruel, manipulative, selfish. But I—” she swallows hard, her breath hitching. “I can change. For you, I will. Just… don’t walk away. Don’t leave me alone in the dark. Please. Please don’t.”

You close your eyes, fighting back the memories of every tender moment you shared. Her laugh, her touch, her smile—they flash through your mind like a cruel montage. You know she’s capable of love; she’s shown it in her own way, but it always comes at a cost. And you’re tired of paying the price.

“Agatha,” you whisper, your voice trembling as you take another step back. “I can’t. I just can’t keep doing this.”

Her hands clutch at the hem of your jeans now, her fingers trembling as she looks up at you like you’re the sun and she’s desperate for warmth. “You can’t tell me you don’t feel it too,” she says, her voice has a bit more strength behind it, it’s nearly a purr. “You can’t tell me you don’t love me.

You freeze at her words, a lump forming in your throat. Of course, you love her. That was never the question. But loving Agatha has always been complicated, a labyrinth of shadows and light where the darkness threatened to consume you both.

“I do love you,” you admit quietly, and her face lights up with a fragile hope that nearly breaks you. “But love isn’t enough, Agatha. Not when it hurts this much.”

She shakes her head violently, her grip on you tightening. “No, no, no,” she chants like a mantra, her voice filled with panic. “You don’t mean that. You can’t mean that. Please, just tell me what to do—tell me how to fix this. I’ll do anything. Anything.”

Your resolve begins to crack as she presses her forehead against your abdomen, her sobs shaking her body. But you force yourself to stay firm. “I’ve told you before,” you say, your voice soft but unyielding. “You can’t fix this with promises. I need actions, Agatha. I need to know I can trust you. And right now, I can’t.”

Her head lifts, her tear-streaked face etched with a mix of sorrow and determination. “Then let me prove it,” she begs. “Give me a chance to prove it, Mommy. Please.”

Your stomach burns at the way her voice drops, the way her lips wrap around the word, so vulnerable yet deliberate. It’s a plea and a challenge all at once, one you’re not sure you can ignore. She doesn’t stop. She’s staring up at you with wide, tear-filled eyes, her lips trembling as she whispers again.

“Please, Mommy.”

Your breathing grows shallow, and you can’t tell if it’s fury, heartbreak, or the electric heat crawling up your spine that’s making you feel like this. You step forward, grabbing her chin roughly and tilting her face up to meet your eyes. Her lips part in a shaky breath, and the look in her eyes—pleading, submissive, full of unrelenting need—snaps something inside you.

“You think this fixes everything?” you hiss, your grip firm but not cruel. “You think you can just crawl back to me, say the right words, and it all goes away?”

Agatha shudders under your touch, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she leans into you, her hands reaching up further to grasp the fabric of your shirt as though it’s the only thing tethering her to reality. “No,” she whispers, her voice breaking. “But I don’t know how else to make you stay.”

Her words slice through you, and before you can think, before you can stop yourself, you bend down and crash your lips against hers. It’s not soft or tender it’s raw and demanding, a clash of teeth and desperation as you pour every ounce of anger, frustration, and unyielding desire into the kiss.

Agatha gasps against your mouth, her hands clutching at you like she’s terrified you’ll disappear if she lets go. Her moan vibrates against your lips, and it only fuels the fire burning inside you. You hate how much you want her, how easily she can unravel you even when you’re supposed to be furious with her. You pull back just enough to look at her, your breaths mingling as you glare into her wide, dilated eyes.

“This doesn’t mean I forgive you,” you growl, your voice low and dangerous, and your hands are now cupping the back of her neck. Your fingers buried in the long brown hair that rested there.

Agatha nods quickly, her lips swollen and slick from your kiss. “I don’t care,” she breathes. “I’ll take anything. Just don’t push me away.”

You stare at her for a moment, your grip on her tightening in her hair as you try to sort through the chaos in your mind. The logical part of you screams to stop, to walk away before you fall back into the same toxic cycle. But the way she looks at you—like you’re the only thing in the world that matters—makes it nearly impossible to pull away.

“Agatha…” you whisper, your voice cracking. She lifts her hand to cup your cheek, her thumb brushing away a tear you hadn’t realised had fallen. You don’t even know when she stood.

“I’m yours,” she says softly, her voice trembling but steady. “No matter what. I’m yours.”

You close your eyes, resting your forehead against hers as you try to calm the storm raging inside you. For better or worse, Agatha Harkness has you wrapped around her finger. And despite everything, you’re not sure you want her to let go.

Your breath is heavy as you stay pressed against her. Her hands tremble where they cling to you, and you hate how much you crave her touch despite everything she’s done. Your mind screams at you to pull away, to put space between you and her, but your body refuses to listen.

Her lips part slightly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Please… don’t stop loving me,” she murmurs, her eyes searching yours with a mixture of fear and longing. “I’ll be good. I promise. Just don’t leave me.”

Your jaw tightens as her words wash over you. “Agatha,” you begin, your voice low, dangerous, “do you even understand how much you’ve hurt me? How much damage you’ve caused?”

Her face crumples, guilt and despair etching themselves into her features. “I know,” she says, her voice breaking. “I know I’ve been selfish and cruel. I know I’ve pushed you too far. But I—” she swallows hard, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks, “I can’t lose you. I won’t survive it.”

You take a sharp breath, your emotions warring inside you. “You don’t get to just say that and expect me to forget everything, Agatha. You don’t get to manipulate me into staying.”

“I’m not trying to manipulate you,” she pleads, her hands sliding up to cradle your face. Her touch is warm, grounding, and it only makes it harder for you to think clearly. “I’m trying to show you that I need you. That I love you. I’ll do whatever it takes to prove it to you.”

Her words hang in the air, heavy with sincerity. For a moment, you’re silent, staring at her, trying to discern if this is another one of her games or if she truly means it this time. The vulnerability in her eyes, the way she’s holding you like you’re the only thing keeping her afloat, makes you believe, against your better judgment, that maybe she does.

“You say you’ll do whatever it takes,” you murmur, your fingers brushing against her jaw. “But what happens when it gets hard, Agatha? What happens when I ask you to be better and not just promise me you’ll change?”

Her grip on you tightens, her determination shining through her tears. “Then I’ll fight,” she says firmly. “For you. For us. I’ll fight every single day if that’s what it takes.”

You let out a shaky breath, the walls you’ve so carefully tried to build around your heart beginning to crack. “If I give you another chance, Agatha, there are no more lies. No more manipulation. You don’t get to play your games with me anymore.”

She nods fervently, her gaze locked onto yours. “I swear it,” she whispers. “No more lies. No more games. Just you and me, the way it should’ve been from the start.”

Your heart aches at the sincerity in her voice, and you curse yourself for wanting so badly to believe her. Against your better judgment, you lean in again, your lips brushing against hers softly this time, testing her resolve.

Agatha melts into you, her arms wrapping around your neck as she presses herself closer. The kiss is slow, deliberate, a silent promise that feels heavier than any words she’s spoken. When you finally pull away, her eyes are glassy but hopeful, her chest rising and falling as though she’s been holding her breath.

“I’m tying you up tonight.” you whisper, a breath away from her lips.. “you’ll let me do whatever i want to you, and you’ll be good, won’t you? Like you promised? Like you begged to be?” your tone is dominating, your eyes dark

Agatha’s breath catches, her wide eyes searching yours as your words sink in. Her lips tremble, her body stiffening for a brief moment before she nods, her cheeks flushed with a deep, telling heat.

“Yes,” she whispers, her voice shaky yet eager. “I’ll be good. I promise.”

You smirk, your thumb brushing over her lower lip before gripping her chin tightly, forcing her to hold your gaze. “You’d better,” you murmur, your tone dripping with authority. “Because if you don’t, I won’t be so forgiving.” You lead her inside, your hand on her lower back. Once you’re both in the foyer you close and lock the door before grabbing her hips.

Her body shudders beneath your touch, her hands twitching at her sides as though she’s unsure if she’s allowed to touch you. You lean in, your lips brushing against her ear, your voice dropping to a husky whisper.

“Strip.”

Her eyes widen, and for a moment, she hesitates, as if she’s testing to see if you’re serious. One sharp, expectant look from you though, and she’s moving. Her trembling fingers fumble with the buttons of her blouse, her breath quickening as she works to obey you.

You step back slightly, crossing your arms as you watch her, your gaze predatory and unrelenting. “Good girl,” you murmur as the fabric falls to the floor, leaving her exposed to your scrutiny.

Her hands instinctively move to cover herself, but you stop her with a low, commanding, “Don’t you dare.”

Agatha freezes, her arms dropping to her sides as she looks at you with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. You take a step forward, your hand trailing down her neck to her collarbone, your touch light but possessive.

“You’re mine. Completely and utterly mine. And you’ll let me do whatever I want, won’t you?”

Her breath hitches, and she nods fervently, her voice barely audible as she responds. “Yes.”

You smirk, your fingers tangling in her hair as you pull her into a rough, claiming kiss. You completely take over, sucking her tongue into your mouth before pulling away, leaving Agatha breathless and trembling, her lips parted as though she’s about to plead for more. But you’re not about to make it that easy for her. You let your fingers trail down her throat, over her chest, your touch light enough to tease but not enough to satisfy.

“Turn around,” you command, your voice steady and unyielding.

She hesitates for the briefest moment, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip, before obeying. Her movements are slow, deliberate, as though she’s savouring the moment. Once her back is to you, you step closer, your hands skimming over her bare shoulders and down her arms.

“Good girl,” you murmur, pressing your lips to the curve of her neck, making her shiver. “You’re already learning.”

Your hands drift lower, reaching her wrists. You grab them firmly and guide them behind her back, holding them in place as you whisper against her ear, “Stay still.”

From the corner of your eye, you spot the silk scarf you’d discarded earlier. Perfect. You let go of her wrists for just a moment, reaching for it, and you hear her whimper softly at the loss of your touch.

“You’re impatient tonight,” you tease, your voice smooth. “But that’s fine. You’ll learn to wait.”

Agatha’s head tilts slightly, her breathing uneven as you bind her wrists together with deliberate care, the soft fabric cinching against her skin. When you’re finished, you step back to admire your work, your gaze sweeping over her form.

“You look beautiful like this, completely at my mercy.”

Her cheeks flush deeper, and she glances over her shoulder at you, her voice soft and almost shy. “What are you going to do to me?”

You smirk, stepping closer and running your hand down the length of her spine, making her arch slightly. “Whatever I want,” you reply, your hand slides back up her back, slowly and torturous in pace, before your fingers wrap tightly into her hair, tugging her head back.. “And you’re going to take it like a good girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she breathes, her voice trembling with anticipation. Her blue eyes are closed and there’s a bright flush on her cheeks and chest.

You let her hair go, and she immediately relaxes, her chin falling down to press against her chest. You press a kiss to the back of her neck, your hands exploring her body with more confidence now. The power you hold over her is intoxicating, and you can feel her surrender in the way her body reacts to your touch.

You take your time with her, letting the moment stretch, the air thick with anticipation. Agatha’s breathing is shallow, her chest rising and falling as she waits, bound and vulnerable, completely at your mercy. The sight of her like this, the once-imposing witch now trembling and obedient under your control, sends a thrill coursing through you.

Your fingers trace slow, deliberate paths along her shoulders and down her arms, grazing the silk binding her wrists. You lean in close, your breath warm against her ear. “Do you trust me?” you ask softly.

“Yes,” she whispers without hesitation, her voice shaking but sure.

“Good.” You press a lingering kiss to the curve of her neck, your lips brushing over her skin as your hands wander down her sides, teasing her bare hips. “Because you’re not allowed to hide from me tonight. Not a single thought, not a single sound. I want all of you.”

She lets out a shaky exhale, her body leaning into your touch, and you can feel the way her muscles tense and relax beneath your hands.

Your lips start to press small and deliberate kisses against her right shoulder. You’re delighted to hear a soft and needy moan leave her throat, your soft lips slide against her warm skin before they reach right under her earlobe. “Remind me who you belong to again?”

Agatha takes a deep shuttering breath and she whimpers before answering. “You mommy.”

You hum in response and slide your palms up her sides, brushing your fingertips against her ribcage, and then back towards her spine before you push her over the end of the bed. “Crawl up, I want to see you.”

Agatha’s face heats as she realizes what you wanted from her, but she listens, like a good girl. She crawls up onto the bed properly on her knees and she leans down so her chest is pressed against a pillow, her ass on display, and more importantly, her soaked center.

“Fuck baby.”

Agatha whines at your appraisal, and she arches her back even more for you, her face now planted in the purple satin pillowcase.

“Look at you.” You whisper and press your thighs against the end of the bed, your fingers reach out to touch her pale skin. “So fucking beautiful for me.” You lick your lips, “Do me a favour darling and keep that face pressed into that pillow.”

You can see Agatha’s nod and she rocks a bit on her knees, it’s like she’s fucking herself on nothing at all and it sends a heat through your body, your cheeks are flushed. “You should be good like this, you’re being so well behaved for mommy, i think…” You look at the headboard, where two ties are already resting, “No I think you’ll be good just like this.”

Agatha let’s out a heavy sigh into the pillow and she leans up just slightly, her voice still quite muffled. “Mommy I promise I’ll be so so good just… Please.”

You smirk and you press a small kiss to her spine, her skin jumps underneath your lips and you chuckle before kissing lower, “Oh darling… I know.” You coo as you drag your lower lip up the skin on the back of her thigh.

Agatha’s face digs into the pillow and she tries to calm her breathing as your face, as your tongue gets closer and closer to where she wants you. She promised she would be good, and she intended to follow through. “Please.” She whimpers it out, and it’s pathetic and it’s so entirely muffled in the pillow that her eyes fill with tears. “Please please please.”

You raise your eyebrow from your spot, now you pull back slightly but you keep your palm on her ass, your thumb sliding over the small dent at the bottom of her back. “hm? What’s that? Do you need mommy?”

You watch as she trembles and you smirk. “Oh sweet girl, i bet you need it so bad don’t you? you need mommy’s fingers and tongue and you need me to fuck you so so good.” You’re voice is high, teasing, babying her. “Gods you’re dripping.” You moan out as you watch her arousal drip out of her and down her thigh. “Fuck look at you, all spread for me. Ready for me.”

Agatha starts rocking back and forth on her knees again, fucking herself with air. Her mind is working faster than anything, and your words were causing heat to flare out in her stomach. “Fuck mommy please.”

“So desperate,” your fingers slide down the back of her thighs. “You’re so pathetic Agatha, and so needy, you just want and want and want.”

A whine.

“You’re so pathetic for my attention, the moment you didn’t have it you broke didn’t you?”

Agatha’s shaking now, her thighs trembling as you watch her rock, her breathing is coming out in quick pants. “N-No wait- wait!”

“You’re such a fucking slut for me- you’d do absolutely anything I asked right now. Just for a bit—,” your fingers trail up the inside of her thigh, collecting her on your finger. “Of relief.” You suck the finger in your mouth and let out a hum.

Agatha can’t take this. She is crumbling, and its quick. “Please. Please wait” Her face is sweaty now, locks of brown hair sticking to her forehead as her cheek rests on the pillow. She’s so flushed.

“Imagine, imagine if all the covens knew? Imagine if everyone knew that the big, scary and horrible witch killer Agatha Harkness was laying face down-“

“Stop-“ Agatha chokes out.

“With her soaking pussy in the air-“

“No wait I’m gonna-“

“About to cum just because someone is being mean to her.”

“Fuck!”

Agatha isn’t loud, she’s usually in control, most sounds are muffled by a bitten lip, but right now? Right now she’s unrestrained, she screams. Like she didn’t expect this. Her thighs are now taught as she rides out her orgasm, and you an see her heartbeat pumping to her center. Juices flow out in copious amounts and you collect them with three fingers, ignoring Agathas cries of sensitive protest.

Once your fingers have enough on them. Your middle finger creating a ridge, collecting all the cum you could. “I love how much you give me.” You husk out, not even meaning to. Agatha was always generous when it came to coming, in your mouth, on your fingers, and now she’s done it for the first time untouched and she still made sure you had enough to swallow.

You can tell she’s waiting, you hear it in the way she’s holding her breath. But you move up the bed, your front pressing against hers and you delight in the moan that she lets out due to the contact. You bring your fingers up to her mouth. “Open.”

She gasps, and her eyes are dark, and desperate as they open up, she looks so wrecked like this. She listens, and she parts her mouth just enough fo you to put your fingers in and when she closes her mouth to suck your fingers clean her eyes flutter closed. “That’s a good girl.” You praise and you feel her rock back against you. “Jesus Agatha-“ You slap one of her ass cheeks and she moans loudly around your fingers. “Fuck.”

Agatha opens her mouth just enough for you to slide your fingers out and she presses her face against the pillow. “Thank you.”

You lick your lips, sliding a steady hand down her spine. “Thank you… Interesting, for what?”

Agatha whines into the pillow, fights a bit with the binds on her wrists and she lets out a breath.”Thank you for letting me….”

“Cum?” You supply, your cheeks hot with arousal.

“No.” Agatha wiggles a bit, her ass once again gaining your attention. “For letting me drink from your fingers.”

Heat crawls up your spine and pools right into your lower stomach. “Agatha… Are you ready?”

She lets out another breath, steadying herself. “I’ll take whatever you give me mommy.”

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MAIKA MONROE as LEE HARKER LONGLEGS (2024) dir. Osgood Perkins

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THEY WERE MARRIED IN SOME WITCHY WAY

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Chappell Roan's looks at the 67th Grammy Awards

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Scarlet Witch~

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Hello y'all, I'm going to announce something. It's that unfortunately my hyperfixation on AAA is slowly going away...it doesn't mean I won't like posts or reblog, but I probably won't really be posting that much anymore. I appreciate y'all for giving me the opportunity to have this platform and the ability to have my posts shared like this, I really really appreciate it! And I will always be around. Much love- Mysti 🫶💜💚

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