#ler!volt

"The club is nice, but that's not what keeps me coming back…" You admitted. You loved the club and its atmosphere. The lighting was beautiful, and it was entertaining to see the live performances of the objects around the house. The real reason you were excited to visit, though, was much more to do with the people running it.

"Is that so? What is it that has captured your attentions, then?" Volt teased. He knew damn well why you were here.

You found it hard to maintain eye contact with Volt as you flushed slightly, focusing instead on how his hair glowed and buzzed slightly. You could feel the energy radiating from it, even standing two feet away from him. "I think you know," was all you said, not wanting to give Volt the satisfaction of hearing you admit out loud what you both knew.

"Do I, now~?" Something in Volt's tone of voice shifted in a way that sent a shiver up your spine, before it was back to its regular playful smoothness. "Perhaps you should enlighten me, just to be sure."

The longer Volt kept this game up, the more you were determined not to admit it out loud, despite the fact that his every word was causing you to blush just a little bit more. "I- uh. I mean. Well... come on, you know!" You stammered out, cursing your inability to match his level of pure flirtatious prowess.

A smirk grew on Volt's face hearing you stutter, as well as a determination in his eyes. He was not going to let you win this. "Mmhmm, but it's so much more enjoyable to hear you say it."

"You're doing this on purpose!" You said petulantly, crossing your arms even as your face was certainly beet red.

Volt was clearly reveling in this situation. "When one has power, might as well use it." He waited a moment for you to respond. But you couldn't come up with anything, your mind rendered completely blank in your flustered state. "You're actually tongue tied. Awww, how sweet." He cooed, then he laughed slightly. You saw something shift in his eyes, pure mischief, and you were suddenly wary of what he might be planning.

"As adorable as this is, live wire, I just don't think I can let you get away with it," Volt said, a new, slightly dangerous tinge to his tone of voice sending another thrill up your spine. He took a single step forward, easily closing the short distance between you and getting right in your personal bubble.

You squeaked slightly in surprise, backing up only to feel your back press against a wall. "Volt…? What do you- what do you mean?" You asked, trying to ignore how his proximity was making your brain short-circuit.

"I need to hear you admit it. With your words, out loud," Volt teased, smirking down at you in a way that was downright evil (at least, in your opinion, given how much worse it made the growing butterflies in your stomach to see it).

You opened your mouth to speak, but the words wouldn't come out. It was like your vocal cords simply refused to say the particular sentence: 'I'm here to see you, Volt.' You really did try to say it, but it just wouldn't work. Eventually, after looking down and away from Volt's grin, you managed to squeak out a small "I can't."

Volt cooed at you again, causing you to glance back up at his face before quickly averting your eyes again. There was a slight static shock and buzzing on your chin that made you jump a little as Volt gently lifted your head up to look him in the eyes. "You are positively precious, live wire, truly. Perhaps you just need the proper motivation?"

Your eyebrows furrowed in slight confusion. You were about to question him on what he meant, but then his hand left your chin to lean against the wall and you felt the static shock of Volt's other hand coming into contact with your side. You jumped again, because of the startling shock, yes, but also because of an entirely different reason. Your eyes widened and you slapped your hands over your mouth to keep from giggling. Volt was tickling you. VOLT. Was tickling you.

You squeezed your eyes shut and curled forward on instinct, trying to shy away from the sensation as Volt wiggled his long fingers ever-so gently against your side. All you ended up accomplishing, however, was butting your head right into his chest.

You could feel the vibrations from Volt's small laugh on your forehead as his fingers began to roam. They traveled from your side, across your stomach, and up towards your ribs.

The electric buzzing you felt every time Volt touched you was certainly not helping. It took the regular almost-electric feeling of ticklishness and multiplied it exponentially.

"Of all the ways I thought you might react to this, this is certainly the most adorable," Volt said. As his fingertips grazed over a certain spot on your ribs, you jolted harshly. He froze for a second, before gently swiping his fingers over the same spot again. You jumped and let out a small squeak, the only sound so far to escape through your hands. "Spark~?"

It took you a moment to process the new nickname. After a moment of hesitation, you slowly opened your eyes and looked up at Volt. One look at the glint in his eyes was enough to send another torrent of butterflies through your stomach.

"Do you want to say it yet? Or shall you laugh for me?" Volt asked lowly, his fingers hovering threateningly over your ribs. Even just this threat was causing the giggles to build up in your throat, and you shook your head frantically, trying with all your might to hold them in.

Volt's smirk widened, and he leaned in close to whisper in your ear. "Good luck staying quiet, then," he murmured, before scribbling his nails over that particularly sensitive spot on your ribs. You let out a muffled squeal through your hands, and one of them flew from your mouth down to hold onto Volt's wrist. It didn't do anything. He was much stronger than you anyway, but it also certainly didn't help that you weren't really trying all that hard to push him off.

Hushed, almost whispery giggles and gasps were all you allowed to escape your throat. You couldn't hold them in anymore, but part of you was shy about anyone hearing you. Hearing your quiet laugh caused Volt's eyes to widen a fraction. His teasing demeanor melted into one of pure fondness. His small, genuine grin was unbearably flustering to look at. He nearly looked like he had stars in his eyes.

You unconsciously moved your remaining hand from your mouth to cover your eyes. The other one was still uselessly gripping Volt's wrist. He moved to focus on your stomach, and you threw your head back against the wall, barely containing a snort. The ever-present electric buzzing of his touch was really quite the unfair advantage.

Suddenly, the ticklish sensations doubled. You realized that Volt had only ever been using one of his hands this whole time, up until now. Now there were two sources of the ticklish wiggling and buzzing, one on each of your sides. You inhaled sharply before falling into even worse, silent, whispery giggles.

"You are so, so precious, live wire," Volt breathed, positively awestruck by the sight before him. One of his hands crept up to your semi-exposed underarm, where your arm had lifted in order to cover your eyes.

As soon as his fingertips made contact with the spot, you let out a surprised yelp and your eyes shot open, both your hands quickly finding his as you protested. "WAIT- wait wait wait- I'm- I can-" you stammered, your brain too scrambled to find the words. He stopped immediately, letting you take his hands in yours. You watched Volt's expression of pure joy- with a bit of returning mischief- as you tried to plead with him. "Uh-" you tried to continue. It was hard to focus on forming words when Volt looked at you like that.

"Yes, spark? Do you have something to say?" He prompted. His eyes sparkled. You could feel the electric energy still coursing through his hands as you held onto them.

"I-" you tried, but your voice caught in your throat. As much as you tried to will the words out, it was like your body physically wouldn't allow you to speak them. Your eyebrows furrowed. You looked down and let out a small, frustrated growl. "I- I'm trying. I'm trying so hard to say it."

Volt's face softened. He brought a hand up to gently cup your cheek, guiding your gaze back up to his. "It's alright. I understood what you meant, before." His smile was so genuine and soft, completely contrasting his entire demeanor from just five minutes before.

"I really want to say it, though," you whined. "It's so stupid that this happens, my brain just like- puts a block on certain things sometimes."

He gently traced your cheek with his thumb. He stayed quiet, giving you time to sort through your thoughts.

'You're the reason I came here, Volt.' That's what you wanted to say. Try as you might, though, your voice wouldn't allow you to utter those words. Eventually, you managed to squeak out, "It- it's- you. It's you."

It wasn't perfect, but Volt clearly knew what you meant, and his eyes shone with something extremely tender. He smiled. "Thank you, live wire. It truly means a lot to hear you say."

His demeanor shifted back to his regular, flirtatious self, as he stepped back and held out his hand. "The spark is undeniable. And mutual, I assure you." You took his hand and let him lead you onto the dance floor of the club. "I was rather hoping you would come by today. What do you say we enjoy it a little more closely together, hmm? Care to dance?"

"Ok… but fair warning, I'm terrible at this," you laughed, letting him pull you in with a hand on your waist, the other clasped in yours. You shivered slightly and held back a smile at the buzzing on your waist again, even though Volt had no mischievous intent this time.

"Not to worry, live wire. It just so happens you're talking to the annual Hollyween Masquerade dance competition winner three years running." He boasted, then his face shifted to contemplation and slight amusement as he continued: "It would have been four, but Wallace is surprisingly graceful after a few caipirinhas." He focused back on you with a smirk. "That is to say, I'm quite an accomplished dancer."

You were clearly still nervous, however. However well of a dancer he was didn't change the fact that you'd only ever properly danced with a partner once before in your life, in P.E. class, in 5th grade. And you didn't think that really counted.

His face softened as he smiled reassuringly. "Just follow my lead."

You felt slightly awkward at first. But you soon fell into the rhythm of the dance, letting Volt guide your movements. As you got into the flow of the music, you stopped worrying how you looked. This was really fun, and you giggled a little as Volt led you through a spin.

"You move quite beautifully, live wire," he complimented softly. "I'm impressed." You looked up to see that this time, it was Volt with the blush on his cheeks. Then he got a playful look on his face. Before you could question what he was plotting, you felt your stomach swoop and let out a surprised noise as he brought you down into a dip.

"Volt!! A little warning would be nice!" You scolded him, but you were laughing, and your face was bright red. You gripped onto his shoulder and hand, your instincts telling you to be careful of falling, but you felt entirely secure in his arms.

He brought you back up, a cheeky smile on his face. "But then I wouldn't have gotten that beautiful reaction! Such a beautiful laugh. Say, where were all those giggles before?" Volt teased, wiggling his fingers just once where they were resting against your side. You squeaked and flinched away, then petulantly smacked his shoulder as you scowled at him. It was really unfair, actually, just how much he could make you blush. It was excessive, honestly. He simply laughed at your reaction, leaning in closer so your foreheads were nearly touching.

"I get… self conscious, I guess. About my laugh. At least when I'm being- well- y'know," you stammered, avoiding eye contact. "I guess I'm worried about other people hearing."

Volt got a playful, conspiratorial look on his face, making a show of glancing around before gently grabbing your chin and leaning in to whisper in your ear. "I suppose we'll just have to find somewhere more private next time, then, hmm?" He murmured.

Shivers shot up your spine, and your face positively erupted into a fierce blush. You immediately pushed away from him, covering your face with your hands. "Oh my godddd you can't just SAY that!!" You whined. This man was INFURIATINGLY flustering.

Volt looked worried for a fraction of a second when you pushed away, but he quickly got an extremely smug smirk as he realized that this reaction was a positive one. "Duly noted," he teased, "we will be revisiting this later, live wire, I hope you're prepared." You simply flipped him off, completely unable to come up with any rebuttal when your brain was short-circuited like this.

He laughed. "Thank you for the dance. It has been a long time since I've had the pleasure of such a gifted partner~. I must admit, I am rather reluctant to let you go, live wire. I enjoyed your company, as always." He held out his hand, and you reluctantly took it, allowing him to graze the top of yours with his lips. It felt like a static shock, sending a shiver through your arm. "But, unfortunately, I must take my leave. The show will be starting soon."

With that, Volt left you to find your seat. He leapt up onto the stage to announce the acts for the night. You couldn't help but think that you wouldn't be focusing very much on the music.

---

“Why did the outlet start a podcast?”

The microphone amplified your voice in the Breaker Box, and you smiled a hopeful smile. Volt was cleaning some glasses behind the bar. Eddie, standing on a ladder, was making some small repairs and adjustments that he insisted on doing himself. The former looked up from his ministrations and smirked. 

“Do tell, live wire,” Volt chuckled. He didn’t even have to look at Eddie to know that there was a high chance he pinched his eyes shut. Your smile brightened. 

“For current events!”

Volt chuckled louder and affectionately shook his head. “Of course they did, why else?”

“Don’t encourage them, Volt,” Eddie groaned. “That was terrible.”

You made a show of crossing your arms and giving him a light huff. “They’re supposed to be terrible, that’s part of the charm. Here, let me try another one..”

There was the sound of pages turning as you flipped through your book of self-curated jokes and puns. You muttered to yourself, thinking out loud, searching for one that even Eddie may like. Your finger grazed over one a few times and you visibly perked up. 

“Did you hear that the Devil is going bald?”

Eddie was hammering a nail into a loose ceiling tile while you spoke. Volt, while putting away the clean glasses, shook his head. 

“Oh dear,” he hummed with faux sympathy. “I can’t say that I have.” 

A light snort escaped you, though you did your best to keep it together. You hadn’t even said the punchline yet. 

“Yeah,” you continued, nodding. “There’s gonna be hell toupee.”

Okay, that one wasn’t too bad. Eddie coughed to conceal his chuckle. He made his way down the ladder, pretending to swat away a cloud of dust. 

“Damn tiles are dusty again,” he grumbled. There wasn’t an ounce of annoyance in his voice though. The corners of his lips were turned upwards ever so slightly. “I thought you said you’d already done a deep clean.”

“I have,” Volt answered. He arched a brow at his partner and hummed with interest. “Oh my, is that a smile I see, darling? Did you find that joke humorous?”

“No,” Eddie grunted. “I told you the tiles are dusty.”

A small smirk played on the taller man’s lips. He reached above his head and swiped one finger along a tile closest to the bar. When he turned it around, it was clean. 

“Well, would you look at that?” Volt grinned. “Not a speck of dust in sight. Come now, indulge our little spark. You enjoyed that joke.”

You eyed the two of them with a little smile. It tugged at Eddie’s heart strings, or whatever was the electrical equivalent, but he was nothing if not stubborn. Volt could definitely attest to that.

“I did not,” Eddie argued. “Look, I’m not saying you’re bad at this or anything. Just that the jokes are just…I don’t know, cheesy? Don’t you have any others?”

“I do,” you nodded. “But none that you’ll like apparently. I mean honestly, do you ever find anything funny?”

“I-”

“Well,” Volt interjected with a sudden spark in his eye. His smile turned sharper. Mischievous. “Now that I think about it, live wire, there is something that would put a smile on our lover’s face…”

“What are you-”

Eddie could feel a shift in the room, both literally and figuratively, and then the metaphorical light bulb went off in his head. The way Volt was casually but also knowingly grinning at him helped him have a clearer picture of what he was hinting at. 

Oh no. No, no, no. That’d only happened one time, and Eddie swore he didn’t even react. 

Volt remembers it differently though. 

“Oh no, Volt don’t you dare.”

“What?” Your head turned from one man to the other, eyes wide with curiosity. “What’s he talking about, Eddie?”

“Nothing-”

“It’s a charming little detail really,” Volt pressed on, rounding the bar and striding over to you. The clamor of Eddie’s footsteps echoed after his. “Why, our Eddie is quite ticklish.”

There it was. 

There was a beat of silence. The lights above hummed as if waiting for something. Then, you squealed. 

“He is?” 

With a confirming chuckle from the taller of the two, you met Eddie half way. “You are? Aw, I didn’t know that! That’s so cute.”

“First off, I’m not cute,” Eddie again grunted, though his cheeks looked rosier compared to a moment ago. “Second, I don’t know what the hell he’s talking about. I’m not ticklish.”

Volt followed you over to him, laughing softly. “Are you lying again? Mm-mm, that just won’t do. Whatever shall we do, live wire? I will follow your lead.”

“Weeeelll,” you sang sweetly, closing in on your grumpy lover. “If he really won’t laugh at my jokes…”

You were approaching him from the right, which meant that Volt took the left side. Eddie’s cheeks reddened and backed up even further.

“B-Back off,” he warned. His arms instinctively dropped towards his sides. This only encouraged you. You ran towards him, but you didn’t get far. 

Your foot got caught on one of the floorboards, and you went down with a surprised squeal. You weren’t hurt, but it still caused Eddie to hurry toward you with alarm. 

“Oh shit, you okay?”

You groaned from your reclined position on the floor. You landed chest first, butt in the air, but still managed a thumbs-up. “Yeah yeah, I’m fine. My shoe got caught.”

“Yeah, well…that’s what you get,” Eddie, relieved, snorted before he could stop himself. A series of deep chuckles came right after. “Told you to back off.” 

Your head snapped up to his. You regarded him with shock before a sudden grin overtook you. “Oh, that’s what’s funny to you? Get him, Volt!”

Volt was already two steps ahead of you. Literally. He interrupted his partner’s giggling to gently grab his arms and pull him into his chest. 

“You would laugh at our spark’s stumble? How dare you,” Volt pretended to growl as he tried to bring the man down to the floor with him. Eddie wasn’t going down without a fight; there was a mini battle of arms and elbows right in the middle of the bar. 

“Wh-o-a, hey! Let go of me!” Eddie managed to pull out of his grip, but Volt was persistent, and  never had his hands off of him for very long. He yelled when Volt used one of his long legs to sweep his own from underneath him, and he kicked as he was guided down on the floor. 

You would be the one that’d sway the metaphorical cards in Volt’s favor. After picking yourself up off of the ground, you strolled over to the feuding men with a small smile. “You know,” you hummed. “You are struggling a lot for someone who claims that they aren’t ticklish.”

“Because I’m not,” Eddie retorted, as if that response made perfect sense. He had Volt’s hands in a firm grip, but Volt was using his legs to pin his partner’s down. He then gathered his hands in one so that he could half-heartedly swat at you as you knelt beside them. “Spark, if you tickle me, I’m gonna-”

Tap, tap, tap. 

You curiously poked at the man’s rib cage with your index finger. You kept your touch light, occasionally giving a rib a gentle scritch, and Eddie tensed. He pinched his lips shut and leaned to the side, inadvertently pushing closer into Volt’s chest. He moved to grab your hand, but Volt used the distraction to finally pin his wrists above his head. 

“Gah! Volt!”

“There we are, much better,” Volt kissed Eddie’s forehead and smirked. You gave him a grateful look and switched to wriggling your fingers into his sides. Eddie squirmed, battling between pulling his wrists free and dodging your ticklish touches, only to lose on both fronts. 

 “Let—sp-spark..pssht…”

Eddie pinched his lips shut again to trap the incoming snicker. You perked up and giggled lightly. 

“What was that?”

Eddie didn’t answer. Instead, he shook his head, a wobbly smile just barely tugging at the corner of his lips. You scritched up his torso, lightly clawing at his ribs before burrowing your fingers into the softness of his armpits. Eddie jolted upwards and tried to pull his arms down, but Volt kept them up.

You looked to Volt for a bit of guidance. “Where’s he most ticklish?”

“Oh no, darling. I can’t make it that easy,” he chuckled. He trailed his light kisses down the man’s forehead, to his cheek, and ending at his neck. Each kiss left a ticklish tingle that ran across his skin. Eddie’s shoulders shook with restrained chuckles. “You’ll have to figure it out yourself.”

Fair enough, you thought. You alternated between gently scritching at the hollows of his armpits and circling the area with your fingertips and nails. 

Eddie couldn’t hold it back anymore. Gruff, breathy chuckles escaped him before he could try to reel them back in, and Volt’s ticklish kisses were not helping. He tried to growl in between chuckles, but that just added to the cuteness factor. 

“F-Faahahahaha! Spahahahahahark!”

You made a big show of gasping and, wanting to chase the sound, you returned to his ribs. You used the pads of your fingers to lightly pinch and knead over the spot. This made Eddie jump and laugh louder. 

“Hmhm, ‘not ticklish’, huh?” You grinned. “I dunno, seems like you’re ticklish to me.”

Eddie’s cheeks reddened. “I’m nohahah—AH! Vohohoholt sahahahaha!” 

Volt couldn’t help himself. He nuzzled into his partner’s neck to blow quick, electric raspberries into it. Literal sparks jumped off of his lips. Eddie’s laugh took on a more frantic, giggly note. He swiveled his head from one side to the other, but all Volt had to do was move to the opposite side that he couldn’t protect. 

“Hmmm?” Volt hummed against his skin. He took a breath and ducked his head down to blow a raspberry into Eddie’s collarbone. The resulting yelp and harder laughter made him smile. “Am I not allowed to kiss you?”

“Nohoht like thahaht!” Eddie’s legs drummed against the floor as he tried to curl in on himself. Volt chuckled and pressed teasing kisses back up the man’s neck. He waited a bit, watching him shiver and jump, before blowing a series of raspberries on his neck that made Eddie swear and howl. 

For a moment, you’d stopped tickling Eddie and watched the two of them. If there was a way for you to have heart eyes, you’d definitely have them. It was so nice to see them laughing after the power scare not too long ago. 

Your curious hands found their way to Eddie’s stomach. You clawed over it, keeping your touch light, and Eddie bucked. It was so sudden that you’d almost fallen off of him. 

“Wahahahahahit!” Eddie’s laughter deepened as he squirmed underneath you. “Oahahahaha! Nohohohot thehehere!”

Volt looked up from what he was doing, chuckling. “Well done, live wire,” he praised. “His stomach is definitely one of his more ticklish spots. And, you’re only getting warmer..”

Feeling encouraged, you switched to quick pinches along his tummy, squealing as the man bucked around even more. You steadied yourself by straddling his waist. His usually tucked in shirt had come undone and gave you access to the skin underneath. The moment your fingertips made contact, he threw his head back with laughter. 

“OHOHOAHAHA! NOHOHOHO!”

“Oh my gohosh,” you giggled. “I’m shocked at how sensitive you are.”

Volt snorted. You didn’t really mean to make the pun, but there it was, front and center. There was a groan somewhere amidst Eddie’s loud, deep laughter. 

“SHUHUHT UHUHUP!”

“Ah, ah. Manners, Eddie..” He gathered the other man’s wrists in one hand so that he could better join the fray. Sparks danced along his fingertips as he poked and prodded down the man’s torso. Each of his touches delivered a ticklish shock that had Eddie howling. He bucked again, and this time you steadied yourself by holding onto his hips.

Eddie snorted and, ironically, jumped as if he was electrocuted. You curiously kneaded your thumbs into the spot, and Eddie’s deep laughter jumped to hysterics. He bucked and twisted and you had to make more of a concerted effort to not fall off. He laughed silently, especially when Volt’s ticklish shocks found their way to his waist, and that was both of your cues to let up. 

You slid off of his waist and Volt released his hands. Eddie breathed deeply, still chuckling, and wiped the tears from his eyes. 

“Ugh, both of you suck..” He breathed. He sat up with Volt’s help, who pulled both him and you into his lap. You chuckled. 

“You love us,” You blinked up at him with a sweet smile. Eddie’s eyes flicked to you, then Volt, and then he sighed. He was going to get both of you back, especially Volt, but for now?

“Yeah. I guess I do.”

🤍Volt⚡️

General:

Volt gives off 50/50 switch vibes

Man doesn’t care who’s doing the laughing as long as you’re enjoying yourself.

He adores tickling in general. It’s a great way to tire Eddie out if he’s had a long day, and he just loves to smile around those he loves.

Lee:

Believe it or not, Volt actually gets a bit flustered with tickling when he’s in a lee mood.

He’s unable to say the t-word, and the only ways he’ll ask are indirect. Eddie knows the signs, but it takes you a bit to catch onto his patterns.

“Live wire, could you flip that little breaker on my side right there? I think it’s fritzing.”

“I’m rather bored, darling. Think you could help me fix that?”

“Hmm? No, of course I didn’t poke you. Must’ve been the wind.”

He’ll blush rather intensely once you figure it out and give him what he wants.

Worst spots are his ribs and neck. His ribs get deep belly-laughs out of him, but his neck is killer. It’s hard to reach because of his hair, but if you can manage it, he might short-circuit (gotta be gentle with him).

Melt spots are his arms and back. He adores gentle scratches along his forearms and near his pits. If you give him gentle tickles alongside a back rub? Pure bliss.

If you’re really wrecking him, little sparks will fly off his hair, and his eyes will light up. If any hit your skin, they don’t hurt—just tingle. He always gets all flustered if you tease him about it afterwards.

“Live wire, please. It’s not cute. Yes, I am rather dashing, but that is not.”

Thankfully, it isn't hard to get him to say otherwise (with the proper motivation).

Ler:

VERY playful bastard of a ler

He’ll tease you about it for hours before he even comes close to doing anything.

A playful poke at the bar, a slip of the hand while dancing, little teases whispered in your ear…

“Just wait until closing time, darling…”

“Your laugh truly is enchanting, live wire. I can’t wait to hear it for hours later.”

“You look rather fetching in that top, love. And look, it’s cropped. Perfect~”

When he does finally strike, it’ll be in the comfort of privacy. The only other object around would be Eddie, specifically so you feel safe and cared for.

This suave bastard is a teasing ler for SURE, though he knows not to go too far.

“Don’t worry, live wire. I’ll start slow. You know I adore your giggles.”

“Does that tickle, hmm?”

“My, that was quite the reaction, love. I wonder if you can top it.”

You know how he lets off little zaps of electricity when he’s really emotional? Well, he’s figured out how to weaponize that.

Those little zaps tickle like crazy, though they never hurt. Volt is incredibly careful with you, even while he’s being a bully.

Again, Volt is incredibly respectful of your boundaries. If you want him to really wreck you, you’ll have to set up a safeword. He doesn’t mind going that far; he’s just more concerned about your comfort than a good time.

He’s wonderful with aftercare, as one would expect.

He’ll grab you some water, maybe sneak you over a couple cherries from the bar for a sugary snack to perk you up.

If you’re in the mood for it, he’s always up for relaxing cuddles and random rants before falling asleep. He’ll even drag Eddie over for a snuggle pile (he can never resist when it’s for you).

💡Eddie🔧

General:

At first, Eddie’s really hesitant about any of the tickling stuff.

He’ll get flustered if you ask about it, tense up, or tell you he’s not in the mood. You’re always respectful of him, of course; he just needs some time to warm up to the idea.

Once you break the ice, however, he gets pretty fond of it. Well, fond of wrecking you whenever you insist on annoying him while he’s on the job.

He’s a ler-leaning switch, though he doesn’t mind the occasional tickle from you or Volt (good luck getting him to admit it, though).

Lee:

He gets really flustered when it comes to getting tickled.

It’s hard for him to ask, though he won’t do a complete character 180. He’ll just brush it off if you ask about his behavior or say he’s tired. Not a lie, but not exactly the truth either.

When you do finally figure him out, he’ll just sit down and refuse to make eye contact until you get started. Stoic to a fault (though it’s an easy fix once you get started).

Volt knows a little bit about Eddie’s soft spots, so you get some pointers before you wreck him. Eddie makes sure the cocky man learns his lesson, though not before he meets a giggly fate.

Worst spots are his ears and hips. Little kisses or nuzzles against his ears destroy him, and he cannot handle his love handles being squeezed. Volt likes to randomly come up and poke them to make him jump (a habit you adopt).

Melt spots are his wrists. His hands always get sore, but the callouses there make it kind of hard to feel anything. His wrists, though? Soft, sensitive, and the perfect place to kiss or gently stroke if you want him to get all giggly and relax against you.

Eddie gets incredibly sleepy after he’s tickled. He’ll stay up long enough to drink some water and say you suck before drifting off and getting some much-needed rest.

Needless to say, tickles are a great motivator to get him to relax.

Ler:

Oh boy.

Eddie’s a very methodical ler. He’ll start off by testing spots, saying which ones are bad aloud, and moving on. Once he's got a general idea of your worst spots, he goes to town.

As you can imagine, that shit is incredibly flustering.

“Oh, damn, your ribs are pretty bad. Good to know.”

“Wonder if your back is ticklish… Let’s find out.”

“You always get all wiggly when I go near your pits. Wonder why…”

Aside from the notes, he likes to compliment you. You’re his spark; he needs to let you know how amazing you look when you’re laughing for him.

“That blush… I swear, it’s more beautiful than any wine we’ve got stocked.”

“I love that smile, spark. Too bad I’ve gotta tickle the hell outta you to see it. Well…not that bad.”

“You’re so soft here. Just wanna kiss it all day…”

Now, that stubble…

You just know he’d weaponize it while tickling. Nuzzles, evil kisses, raspberries with an extra kick: the possibilities are endless.

He’s pretty good with aftercare. He’ll grab you some water, maybe make you a Shirley Temple if you want something more fun to drink. He might even agree to a nap together, though he’ll usually call Volt in to join. The man loves group cuddle time, though he won’t admit it.

Eventually, though, you had to go to bed. The day had been an exhausting emotional roller coaster for you, and it had certainly been even more so for them. Even without the high tensions, being reset always made them feel tired, Eddie said. So you called it a night, knowing that you would be right back there to spend more time with them first thing in the morning.

You lay in your bed, grateful to Betty for being so comfortable. You let your mind wander while you tried to sleep, replaying the events of the day. There was the obvious stress of the power going out and needing to fix the frayed wire, and the subsequent elation once everything was fixed.

But now that the the stress of the day had been thoroughly resolved, your mind kept going back to what Volt had done earlier, before the show started. Your cheeks flushed as you remembered the feeling of his fingers wiggling against your ribs. You grabbed a pillow and hugged it tightly, hiding your face. Would Volt remember his promise to 'revisit this later'? Or would that particular interaction be forgotten by him, with all the problems that followed right after?

Although you would never admit it to anyone, you silently hoped that he would make good on his promise. Fantasies of what that might look like were what eventually lulled you to sleep. An extra touch here, a flirty wink there… then endless teases whispered into your ear as curious fingers turned you into a giggling mess.

Once you woke up in the morning, you took an extra moment to get ready for the day. You put just a bit more thought into your outfit than you normally would. You just wanted to look nice for yourself! But, you know, it would be nice to give Volt an extra reason to compliment you like you knew he would. And it was always cute to see Eddie blush.

You certainly didn't have any ulterior motives behind deciding to wear a loose crop top and stylishly baggy pants. None at all. It was mere coincidence how the top exposed your stomach and back, and would be extra easy to slip underneath to reach your ribs and underarms. It was simply happenstance that the low-rise pants let a bit of your hips peek out over them, and would be so easy for someone to inch down and expose more of your ticklish skin.

No ulterior motives behind this outfit whatsoever. That would be simply ludicrous.

After a quick breakfast of some yogurt, fruit, and granola that you threw together into a bowl, you headed back to your closet with the breaker box. You slipped on your dateviators and willed the club into existence. Volt was right there to greet you.

"Live wire! You look electrifying, as usual. Do we have the pleasure of your company for another visit?" Volt asked, a huge smile on his face. You nodded.

Eddie came up right behind him, smirking. "Blink twice if you want me to throw you out so you don't have to sit through another bad act," he snarked, and you held back a snicker.

"Thanks, Eddie, but that won't be necessary," you grinned. You would have sworn that you saw his eyes linger for a moment on your exposed stomach, a slight blush dusting his cheeks. Score.

"The show isn't until the evening, anyway," Volt said as he pulled you inside the Breaker Box. He slipped his hand to your waist to guide you, as he always did, but the static shock of his hand on your bare skin caused you to jump.

You noticed him suppress a smirk as he continued to guide you over to the bar, where Eddie was already headed back to. Volt definitely noticed your slight blush and reaction to the touch. He also definitely noticed your choice in outfit. He was simply choosing not to comment on it. He remembered what had happened the day before, then, you figured. You tried to ignore him as you sat down with him at the bar, Eddie already fussing with the dishes.

There wasn't anyone else at the club, since it wasn't open to the public for a few more hours. The three of you simply chatted. Eddie polished cups and shot glasses to make sure they were perfect for when the club opened later. He also organized little random things behind the bar while you all talked.

Eddie had finished finding things to mess with after a while, and was leaning over the bar on his elbows. Volt looked over at you with a certain gleam in his eye as he said, "Eddie, would you like to know something interesting that I recently learned about our live wire?"

A swarm of butterflies shot through your stomach. This was it, wasn't it? Eddie looked at you questioningly, a small smile tugging at the edge of his lips as he took in your flustered state. He looked back to Volt. "What's that?" he asked.

"Our little spark," he started. You tried to suppress your flinch as Volt reached for your waist again, the static shock the least of your worries. "Is incredibly ticklish." He finished his statement, punctuating it with a small twitch of his fingers. You squeaked, covering your growing smile with a hand.

Eddie's gaze snapped back to you, his smile growing ever-so slightly. "Is that so? And we're bringing this up because…?" Eddie asked Volt, still looking at you, observing your reaction to his and Volt's words. He was clearly extremely intrigued at how your blush was spreading across your face.

"We're bringing it up because," Volt drew out the word 'because,' his voice almost sing-song as he pulled you in closer to him, "Live wire here clearly enjoyed it when I did yesterday. And I, being so gracious, would like to give them what they obviously want."

You flushed and turned to him in protest, ready to defend your dignity. He simply cocked an eyebrow at you and the words died in your throat. He wasn't wrong… it was just so embarrassing.

"Do you want that, spark?" Eddie asked, bringing your attention back to him. He spoke softly, so genuinely that your defensiveness dissipated. You hesitated for a second, and then shyly nodded.

"Yeah, I- I think it's fun," you admitted, purposefully ignoring Volt's triumphant smirk in favor of focusing on Eddie. That was truly the understatement of the century, seeing as how tickling could consume almost all of your thoughts on some days, but you decided that Volt and Eddie could figure out the nuances of this particular interest of yours later.

This was when Volt decided to pipe up again. "They were positively adorable yesterday, they had the cutest reactions to every little thing I did. I swear, live wire is one of the most ticklish things I've ever met." Your blush exploded across your face and butterflies went insane in your stomach. You shoved at Volt's arm.

"Shut up!!" You glared at him, but this only egged him on as he laughed.

"Tragically, they wouldn't let me properly hear any of their adorable giggles. Said that they were too shy with all the people around…" Volt continued.

You felt a hand on your shoulder. You startled and turned to see Eddie standing beside you— when had he moved from behind the bar?— with a small smirk on his face. "Well, it's just us here now…" he said. A wave of butterflies washed through you again seeing the gleam in Eddie's eyes.

"Uh, guys-?" You cut yourself off with a panicked squeak as you felt the buzzing of Volt's fingers begin to flutter at your bare sides from behind you. It was so much worse without the protection of your shirt.

On instinct, you brought your hands to cover your mouth again. What you weren't prepared for, though, was for Volt to gently grab your wrists and pull them away. He leaned over with his head on your shoulder, bringing one of your hands to his lips. "Now, now, live wire. It's just us~. You don't need to worry about covering your laugh." He murmured into your ear, sending a flustered thrill up your spine.

Before you could respond, Eddie brought his hands to your stomach, and you bit your lip and scrunched your eyes closed in an effort not to crack. Eddie's movements seemed almost tentative at first, like he was becoming familiar with your reactions. Every little twitch and gasp, mentally noted and stored away. He quickly became more sure of himself, scribbling more firmly on your stomach with his blunt nails.

A strangled sound escaped your throat, quickly turning into uncontrollable giggles. You brought your hands up to your chest as you tried to curl in on yourself, but Volt hugged and held you up with his arms, making sure you couldn't completely block Eddie's hands from their quest to make you laugh.

Then, you felt Volt's fingers begin wiggling again at your side and ribs, where they were previously just holding you. You gasped through your laughter and threw your head back against his shoulder.

You felt the bar stool wobble slightly underneath you, and your eyes shot open with a jolt of panic. Volt and Eddie were there to hold you steady, though, and the slight wobble only lasted for a moment.

"Let's not fall off the chair, yeah?" Eddie laughed, and you flushed bright red.

"Well it's not my fault I can't stay still!! You guys are the ones- who are- this is your fault!!" you tried to defend yourself. You couldn't say the word right now, you were far too flustered.

Volt stood up behind you, keeping a steadying hand on your back. Then you yelped as you felt yourself get lifted off the chair and into his arms.

"Hey!! Where- what-?" You stammered, gripping onto Volt's arm.

Volt smiled down at you as he walked, Eddie following close behind. "Just relocating to somewhere more… stable, spark," he said, bringing you over to a booth table by the wall. He set you down to stand by the booth, still holding onto your arm, and he sat down sideways on the plush bench. He dragged you down with him as he scooted back. He was leaning against the wall, your back against his chest. He hugged you with his arms again, holding you in place over your shoulders.

Eddie sat down in front of you, leaning forward with a glimmer in his eyes. You started nervously giggling before his hands even reached you, just the look on his face was enough to fill you with flustered anticipation. He paused, and you saw the idea light up in his eyes. The corner of Eddie's lip twitched up a fraction more.

He slowly lifted his hand up, hovering it over your stomach, but never touching down. Your anticipatory giggles strengthened. Just the presence of his hand so near to the sensitive spot was causing phantom tingles all over your midriff, and the butterflies in your stomach were going wild.

"I'm not even touching you, spark," Eddie grinned. You brought your hands up to cover your face, too keyed up to maintain eye contact. Mercifully, Volt allowed you to keep them there. Not mercifully, he decided to tease you about it.

"You can't even look him in the eyes? He's not doing anything. Yet." Volt teased, and you could feel his breath on your ear. It sent a shiver down your spine.

"F-fuck off," you stammered as you blushed. Then you gasped and broke out into frantic giggles as you felt you felt Volt's previously stationary fingers begin to wiggle against your ribs.

Volt tsked. "Now, live wire, that is no way to speak to your loving, adoring, caring boyfriend." Your laughter raised an octave in pitch as Eddie finally touched down his hand as well, scribbling over your stomach and sides.

Deciding to push your luck, you pushed out another "Fuck ohoff!!" through your laughter. You heard Volt scoff incredulously, and you saw something dangerous glint through Eddie's eyes.

"You're really asking for it now, you know," Eddie said, making his point by using a firmer touch for a few moments, causing you to throw your head back in another giggle fit. After a moment of contemplation, you decided there was really only one thing to do.

You looked Eddie in the eyes, gaining control of your laughter just enough to properly articulate it one more time: "Fuck. Off."

No sooner than the final word left your lips, you let out a noise that could only be described as a shriek followed by uncontrollable laughter. Volt's hands had found their way under your crop top, and he scribbled his nails over your underarms. You desperately tried to pin your arms to your sides, to do anything to get his hands out from there, but it was a futile effort.

Eddie stopped his scribbling over your waist in favor of holding your hips down, because you were squirming and bucking so much that he was in danger of falling off the bench.

"Oh my goodness, spark. Is that a bad spot?" Eddie asked, a very amused smirk on his face. You could only squeal in response as Volt found the epicenter of ticklishness right in the center of your underarms, deciding to stay there.

You could only gasp in air before falling back into frantic laughter, trying to jolt away only to be held back by Volt and Eddie's arms. "Ohhhoh my GOHOD-" You laughed out, leaning forward as much as you could only to throw your head back again. It was so bad. It was unbearable. It was exhilarating. You needed it to stop. You never wanted it to end.

Your laughter fell silent as Eddie brought his fingers to your ribs, the combination of the two spots completely short-circuiting your brain. You couldn't think, the only thing on your mind was the electric sensations overloading your system.

After a few moments of your silent laughter, both Volt and Eddie stopped their attack. You slumped as soon as it ended, relaxing into Volt completely, eyes closed. You sucked in deep breaths of air and let out residual giggles as you felt electric fingers card through your hair.

Eddie's hand came up to cup your cheek, and you leaned fully into the touch. "Are you alright, spark?" Eddie asked softly, and you nodded. You opened your eyes to peek up at him, butterflies fluttering through your stomach at the sight of his adoring grin.

Your throat was really dry, you noticed, now that you were able to think beyond the overwhelming sensations from only moments before.

"Um-" you started, needing to swallow before continuing. "Can I have some water?" As soon as the words left your mouth, Eddie was up and back a moment later, with a fresh water bottle from the fridge behind the bar. He cracked open the lid before handing it to you. You sat up and drank more than half of the bottle. You were even more thirsty than you realized.

You closed the lid and set the bottle on the table, leaning back into Volt's chest and closing your eyes as he continued running his fingers through your hair. "You did so well, live wire," Volt said softly, his fingertips leaving pleasant tingles in their wake. You hummed in response and relaxed even more into his touch. You felt Eddie sit back down near your feet.

"So… are we going to talk about how you clearly enjoyed every second of that?" Eddie asked playfully, and you felt Volt's laugh rumble on your back as you flushed.

You glared at Eddie and stuck your tongue out. "Shut up," you mumbled, and Volt chuckled again. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head as Eddie raised his hands in surrender.