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My mother
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“You’re cute when you’re nervous.”
“I’m not nervous.”
“Then you’re just cute.”
You smiled into the kiss, arms wrapping around Eddie as he laughed softly against you. His teeth gently pulled on your lower lip, and your breath hitched as he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss.
His hands slid down your thighs, fingers pressing, dragging back up, raking through your skin. Slow and deliberate, like he was paying attention, like he meant to remember.
His gaze held the glint of lust, and also, at times like this, it seemed, a flicker of self-accusation. That he had been so slow, so aloof, so blind. His steady hands held you in place, as though watchful clocks might take you away the moment he let go.
His thumbs pressed onto your cheeks, grey eyes taking in an image he didn’t want to lose.
“… not nervous,” he murmured, quieter, more certain, his hand slipping beneath the fabric of your underwear.
He moved slower than he usually did, touch completely unhurried where he brushed between your legs, drawing a quiet gasp from you.
“Eddie, please…,” you whispered.
He paused, just long enough to look at you, then pulled his hand away. He brought the fingers to his mouth, not breaking eye contact, and sucked them clean.
He kissed you again, moving closer. “Not nervous,” he repeated, into the first beat of an openmouthed kiss. “Not anymore.” The heat of him pressed against your thigh. “Not with you.”
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When Eddie and Volt came home from work, they found you sitting on the sofa, staring at the turned-off television, with tears streaming down your face.
“Oh, my sweet spark, what happened?” Volt asked, rushing to you immediately with Eddie not far behind. You reached out to him, letting him pull you into a tight embrace.
“Stupid movie made me cry…” you mumbled. Both Eddie and Volt let out relieved sighs.
“You poor thing,” Volt said, just a hint of teasing in his voice. “Your heart’s just too big for your own good, isn’t it?” You nod and bury your face into his shoulder, letting out a shuddering breath. Eddie sat down next to you on the sofa and began rubbing your back soothingly. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
“That’s why we love you, though,” he said.
You turned to look at him. “‘Cause I’m a crybaby?”
Eddie laughed softly. “No, hon. It’s ‘cause you’re compassionate.”
“And sweet, and loving,” Volt added.
“And kindhearted, and caring.”
“And selfless.”
“And hard-working, and determined.”
“And beautiful.”
“So beautiful.”
“Alright, alright,” you interrupted them. “You’re gonna make me cry more.” They both chuckled. Long moments passed in quiet as they simply held you and comforted you and loved you, but when thinking about that made you tear up again, you decided to break the silence.
“Can we watch a happy show now?” you asked.
“Of course, live wire,” Volt said, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. “Anything you’d like.”
Eddie kissed your head again, too, before standing up. “I’ll go make the popcorn.”
Every dialogue selection in date everything looks like this
some big soft ladies 🧸🛋️
T H I C C ✨
here's kailani and teddie, your couch and childhood teddy bear respectively
at the same time 🥸⚡️
The lipstick fits them both so well hnahgahahhahshw
Its alive…ITS ALIVE !
Eddie and Baldt
Saw a funny clip from their VA today on twitter and I knew I had to draw it 😭🙏
Put me in the breaker box closet bro and I’m getting everyone in there pregnant
Go my powertools!!!!
I love Betty… sue me…
Livewire
Made a date everything OC in drawpile
I hope it’s clear what she’s supposed to be lol
More sketches!
secret deleted eddievolt scene from date everything not clickbait???
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YAYYY they're done!! Volt gave me ten thousand headaches but I think they came out fine
When Eddie and Volt came home from work, they found you sitting on the sofa, staring at the turned-off television, with tears streaming down your face.
“Oh, my sweet spark, what happened?” Volt asked, rushing to you immediately with Eddie not far behind. You reached out to him, letting him pull you into a tight embrace.
“Stupid movie made me cry…” you mumbled. Both Eddie and Volt let out relieved sighs.
“You poor thing,” Volt said, just a hint of teasing in his voice. “Your heart’s just too big for your own good, isn’t it?” You nod and bury your face into his shoulder, letting out a shuddering breath. Eddie sat down next to you on the sofa and began rubbing your back soothingly. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
“That’s why we love you, though,” he said.
You turned to look at him. “‘Cause I’m a crybaby?”
Eddie laughed softly. “No, hon. It’s ‘cause you’re compassionate.”
“And sweet, and loving,” Volt added.
“And kindhearted, and caring.”
“And selfless.”
“And hard-working, and determined.”
“And beautiful.”
“So beautiful.”
“Alright, alright,” you interrupted them. “You’re gonna make me cry more.” They both chuckled. Long moments passed in quiet as they simply held you and comforted you and loved you, but when thinking about that made you tear up again, you decided to break the silence.
“Can we watch a happy show now?” you asked.
“Of course, live wire,” Volt said, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. “Anything you’d like.”
Eddie kissed your head again, too, before standing up. “I’ll go make the popcorn.”