date everything sideblog

okay, it's not like you two have constant fights or anything like that. on the contrary, volt's being his usual gentlemanly self since you three started dating. and that's kinda the problem. his attitude towards you remains the same as when you first walked through the doors of the breaker box. seductive, welcoming but— a facade, nevertheless.

his host mask is the bridge in your relationship you still don't know how to cross. no matter what you do.

like— you'll show up at the bar and volt will ask you to dance, whisper sweet words into your ear, touch you indiscreetly while everyone's watching. he'll play with you, and you'll follow his lead as if he were the pied piper himself. but at some point the night will end and you'll realize that those were nothing more than well practiced steps.

a cold routine. made to satisfy the public; one that doesn't show what he truly is. what he truly wants.

his attitude is starting to make you think you two are just dating eddie at the same time while having casual sex.

it's not the worst thing in the world, per se. if you're honest with yourself, you'll take anything they want to give you just to have them by your side.

but it's still a shame.

that one time you managed to see a small crack in his well-built persona— the first and only occasion you misspoke about eddie in front of volt… god, you've never seen volt be so open with his emotions ever since then.

volt's fury is like a volcanic eruption.

it builds slowly.

he's so laid back most of the time that you don't really see it coming. but it builds underneath, not a sign not a wrinkle on his face. that's why when a small crack appears in that facade, it's as if his emotions burst out of his seams.

his fury is uncontrollable and burns everything in its path.

frankly, volt scared you that one moment. you were still a little green around the edges, still trying to understand the dynamics between the two of them, the club, everything really, and volt sure threw you for a loop.

but, more than anything, you were ready to risk it all. consequences be damned. he was so incredibly hot in those blue tones that you wanted him to fuck you right there and then.

that didn't happened, of course. and you never saw that part of him out in the open again.

it's a part that's only devoted to eddie, it seems.

or at least that's what you so foolishly thought until recently.

like you said before, it happens out of nowhere.

that night the breaker box is bursting with people. not the breaker box tucked away in a closet in your house. no, this is the new one. the breaker box 2.0, as you so affectionately call it in your head. 

the one your boyfriends built with blood, sweat and tears before they even knew how to be human themselves. the one that's conveniently within walking distance of your house, and the one that all your realized objects use as a meeting place when they want to catch up or to find the comfort they need in the big new world.

that breaker box.

it's larger, more electrifying.

much busier than the previous one.

and you are in charge of the bar that night. it's a favor eddie asked of you while having coffee, actually.

i have to catch up on maintenance again; he told you, chugging down his steaming coffee while avoiding your gaze. you, making the greatest effort of your life not to look at the booklet of the best paris' attractions in his pocket, accepted without complaint.

now, you're wondering if you should have complained at least a tiny bit.

you barely had time to breathe since they opened the bar at 6:00 p.m. people keep stepping through the door, as if the place were a big pocket dimension and could accommodate thousands and thousands of them when it clearly cannot. the breaker box 2.0 is big, but not that big.

they don't care. apparently, people would rather be crushed against each other than suffer from fomo and miss out on the city's new shiny attraction.

figures. 

you're exhausted, your feet are enduring the battle of their life against your shoes and you're pretty sure there are two prominent sweat stains in the armpits of your fabulous red shirt.

you look like a mess.

and somehow that's not the worst part of the night. the worst part is the asshole sitting at the counter.

he's the kind of man you were warned about throughout all your customer service studies. the kind of customer who thinks they own you just because you're on the wrong side of the counter. the ones that have no manners, pick apart all your flaws with a single glance and are always, always right.

that asshole is taking up two seats and watching you like a hawk since he sat down three hours ago. 

he's waiting for you to finish your work, probably thinking he's going to get his dick wet tonight. and something tells you he won't take no for an answer. 

he's making you feel incredibly uncomfortable.

but there's nothing you can do about it except put up with it. he hasn't made his move yet, he won't until the bar is about to close, and the only proof you have that he's a freak is the way his gaze lingers a little too much on your body. which is not proof at all.

so you keep working, trying to stay busy and somehow win against that man's stubbornness. 

surely he'll get tired of waiting at some point, won't he?

wrong.

asshole is fully committed to his conquest of the day.

“do you work here?" he suddenly asks, all feigned innocence and wolfish grin. 

he's standing in the middle of the way, as if you weren't balancing a tray full of dirty glasses on one hand and a rag on the other.

with the place packed as it is you literally cannot move pass him unless he steps out of the way. asshole left you no choice but to acknowledge his presence.

what a dick move.

“no, i'm just helping out a friend.” you let some discomfort seep into your tone, hoping for the man to take the hint. 

pure wishful thinking at this point.

“shame.” he clicks his tongue, saliva flying everywhere, sticking to the air. the process' really disturbing to see. "i'd come here every day just to have you serving me, doll."

you contain your snort. barely, but you do. “sorry, i'm quite busy right now. did you need something else or...”

“what i need could wait.” he states it as a fact, as if he's doing you a personal favor. he still won't let you through. “in fact, let me help you with that. must be heavy.”

the man reaches out to grab the tray but you take a step back. 

“that won't be necessary–”

"i insist." your back bumps into another customer and that's distraction enough for his hand to close on your wrist. his palm is hot, clammy. makes your skin itch and the tray teeter in your grip.

you hate it.

panic rises a notch in your throat. not because you think he's going to do something where so many people can see him, nor because you feel unable to defend yourself in the case you are underestimating his intentions.

it's just been a long day.

and this man's scrutiny is making it ten times worse.

“sir, can you please not tou–"

you don't even get a chance to finish your sentence. the man is yanked back and away from your body. hard.

"stay. away.”

each word is delivered with dangerous precision, the sharpness of his tone cutting through the loud music like thunder.

several heads turn to look at volt, yours included.

he doesn't seem to mind about it, attention rolling down his back like drops of water. volt's too busy holding the other man in place. gripping his shoulder. trying to contain his own temperament.

it's not working, unfortunately for the asshole.

volt's pissed off. furious even.

and you might be soaking wet because of that.

“who the fuck do you think you are?” the man splutters, trying to break free from the grip.

volt doesn't falter. not a wrinkle not a hair out of place.

“i do not like to repeat myself.”

the lights flicker, just for a second, but you notice it. you always do when it comes down to volt and eddie.

volt's eyes twitch.

"this is my bar, that's my partner and i won't allow pests like you to defile what's mine.”

the grip on his shoulder tightens, making the man's body tremble as if he had put his own finger in a power socket.

it shouldn't be possible, volt's still pretty much human the last time you checked, but you swear you can see hues of blue in volt's skin. electricity dancing through the palm of his hand.

he's finally letting his true feelings shine through. that possessive side of his that has your lower abdomen warming up with need.

you can't be more in love with him than you are right now.

"get the fuck out of my bar.”

the air cracks with tension.

everyone around you is holding their breath, perhaps waiting for things to get out of control. ready for a fight.

but the fight drains out of the man's body before he even attempts to do anything. too intimidated by volt and his striking presence. the pretty obvious size difference.

everyone knows he didn't stand a chance.

“whatever.” the asshole frees his shoulder and runs off with his tail between his legs. leaving behind an awestruck crown and a very smug volt.

“shows over, everyone. i hope you had a wonderful evening today.” he laughs, planting that showman's smile back on his face.

it's so fast it gives you whiplash.

one second you can taste the static, his anger, on your tongue and the next it's like nothing even happened.

“c'mon live wire, lets put that tray away.”

volt's hand finds its place at your waist as he guides you to the counter, parting the crowd like a big wave.

you can feel the possessiveness of the gesture.

it's like he's making his ownership clear to all the customers who are still watching you, daring them to try something else while he's there. in his bar.

it's fucking hot, that's what it is.

“how long was that man bothering you dear?” volt whispers to you, the tip of his tongue brushing against your ear. he pronounces the word man as if it personally offends him. as if he wasn't one now.

volt's not as calm as you thought.

“i don't know, a while.”

“a while.” he repeats, a little disappointed. “why didn't you call for me? i swear, you and eddie. cut from the same damn cloth, you two.”

you shrug, putting the glasses back in place. “it wasn't that big of a deal. he was just watching for most of the night.” and then smaller, as if the words slipped out without permission. “besides, i didn't think you'd care that much.”

his large hand catches yours. stopping your movements midway. "what do you mean by that? of course i mind. very much so.”

“you know…” you moisten your lips, nervous. “you're just so nice to everyone.” 

volt furrows his eyebrows, clearly not getting it. “and?”

“that's all! you're nice, flirty, a good host. all the time.” you insist, a bit frantic. “the only time i've ever seen you be anything else, let loose, is when you got angry on eddie's behalf. and i'm not eddie. so you won't–”

 “but i did.” volt interrupts you, kindly. like it matters. he sets the glass down on the table and brings your hand to his lips. “that's what's got you so worried, live wire? you think i don't care about you?”

“i know you care about me, just maybe not in the same way. and that's okay! i understand that you and eddie have a special connection. i totally get that.”

“that may well be true.” his lips slowly move up your arm, causing your cheeks to turn a lovely red. “but that doesn't mean that you and i don't have a special connection too. i was always yours, just like i was eddie's.”

he ponders his words for a few seconds, deciding whether to continue or just leave it at that.

“it was never my intention to make you doubt my feelings. i'm just not proud of that side of me. i get so mad sometimes and i can't control it.” volt purses his lips, vulnerability shining in his blue eyes. “i didn't want to frighten you again.”

“you won't!” you exclaim, perhaps a little too enthusiastically. “i don't want you to hold yourself back for my sake, i'm not that easy to get rid off. you can ask eddie if you need to, he knows.”

the chuckle that slips out of volt's mouth is the dirtiest thing you ever heard. “i can see that. our little spark seems to have a masochistic side in that pretty body.”

and as if that wasn't enough, as if it didn't have your legs shaking, on the verge of giving up, he adds: “why don't we close the bar early and you let me show you how mean i can be in bed too? as an apology for making you doubt my feelings, that's it.”

who are you to deny him the chance to apologize?

i wanted to delete this so fucking much bc i hate it but i spent too much time writing it and like who cares??? it's just another bad fanfic in the world.