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i really like the thought of eddie being Very Considerate after all. specifically thinking about you having a preference for pretty sweet drinks, like certain types of cocktails (or mocktails), and those aren't the type of things he typically serves. they're not on the menu, either. after one too many momentarily scrunched up faces and polite praise, he takes matters into his own hands... and secretly heads off to the tumbler to get a few lessons from beverly.

the woman in question had laughed awkwardly, a little too high-pitched. "what, trying to steal my customers? i don't have that many to begin with, eddie."

"i'm busy enough as is," he'd grumbled. "you can keep them."

beverly had agreed after eddie, with much effort, had confessed the lessons were purely for your sake, and he didn't have any intention of letting anyone order to them. she'd especially brightened at the suggestion he'd redirect any customers who asked to the tumbler. he practices until his lower arms hurt from all the shaking he's done.

volt finds the efforts he goes through for you, toiling in silence, endlessly entertaining. especially that one time he'd spilled edible glitter all over his shirt sleeves, which had been visible for days.

"will i get to enjoy your secret menu too, eddie?" volt had asked with a teasing lilt.

"not going to happen," eddie tried to keep his face even, but ultimately failed to stop himself from cracking a smile. "beverly only allowed me one exception, so you're going to need to leave for the tumbler. off you go."

volt had sighed without any hurt, eyes twinkling. "you are so endlessly cruel to your other half." (eddie has already proven to him how much he cares, many times over. to eddie's own detriment, even.)

so, yes, long story short: eddie would put himself out there, go through a few workshops of practice and let himself be teased just to watch the way your eyes light up when he makes you a drink you like. go spoil your boyfriend back, lol.

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i would absolutely be able to get eddie and volt's good ending because i'm autistic and i love repetitive tasks like household chores. i love scrubbing tables and vacuuming floors

author 🤝 anon

I'm also autistic and I definitely wrote that little Eddie thing based off of my own feelings!! They would love you for sure <3 Though Volt will try to make sure you get some breaks also HAHA

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not a request per say, but just curious! who are your favorites in date everything? and if you had to be stuck with 1 or 2 character(s) during traffic, who would you wish for it to be and why? have a nice day!

What a fun question :D!! Thanks for sending it in! I think most of my favourites are pretty popular? I am kind of obsessed with Harper and Dirk by extension (but mostly Harper, lol.) I also really like Washford and Drysdale + Eddie and Volt! A lot of the 'possible throuple endings', as you can see HAHA

For the 'single' characters... I really like Amir, Dorian, Teddy, Diana and Hector! I also have to say I haven't met Everyone yet so this list might change... I also don't really HATE anyone? It's pretty difficult for me to dislike a fictional character, ngl. And in Date Everything they're all written in a way that is ultimately entertaining to me!

As for your traffic question - Probably someone like Teddy or Abel! I think they would remain patient during a traffic jam, and would have some interesting stories to tell!!

you have a nice day too, btw <3

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Hi hi your Eddie drabble is spinning circles around my brain. I feel like I just gained sentience after reading it oh my goodness.

I used a guide for their route— but I definitely would’ve locked myself out of the romance ending because I’m very passive and would not have pushed to help LMFAOOO

you do NAWT have two tell my twice to gtfo Eddie I promise🙏. Moment he glares at me im like wilting on the spot, and I’d be like shucks man sorry to bother you 😭

Anywaus I love love love you’re writing and can’t wait to see what else you end up writing!!! 🫶

WAA I'm glad to hear you enjoyed it and look forward to more of my stuff :D! I'm going to be honest I also used a guide 😭 I went through the first interaction with Eddie and I was like....... okay goodbye never see you again i guess GAHAHAHA i'm noooot a pushy person at all so i would also just Never talk to him again LOL

That's why I enjoy the idea of sticking around Eddie a while (through something like cleaning) with little conversation, and you just kind of grow on him after a while. You're actually putting in effort around here, seemingly without ulterior motives, and your presence isn't grating on him like it is with many others. The fact that he's able to forget you're there in the first place, until you knock into something or water sloshes over the rim of your bucket of water, is a good thing, really.

Eventually, he can't help but look forward to your quiet company, and even the way you hum or mumble to yourself as you work becomes endearing.

But you're nervous around him, he can tell. You're walking on eggshells around him, trying to keep your distance and your head down. He knows you're kind of a nervous mess to begin with- Eddie has been in this house even longer than you, after all, and has picked up on tidbits about you that you'd never explicitly said out loud. This doesn't change the fact that the current situation is pretty much his fault. He was being a dick to you, the first time you spoke.

(The whole situation twists at a sore spot inside of him, at the whole reason his relationship with Volt is complicated to begin with. Because, of course, his 'other half' has no issues talking to you; and why should he? He's everything that Eddie had thought other people would want; charismatic in an effortless way, smiling easily and capable of sweeping just about anyone off their feet. It had been what he had wanted, in his own loneliness. But it's still a little embittering, sometimes, to see a part of himself, everything that Eddie fails to be, be the one people only ever want to see.)

It's up to him to fix it, this time. He knows that, and he'll try, despite the discomfort twisting in his gut. Eddie speaks to you, the dialogue rehearsed in his mind, the next time you wander near the bar, to empty out your bucket or wash the rag.

"We didn't... Exactly got off on the right foot," he says, tapping his finger on the top of the bar in a rapid rhythm. "Do you just want to start over?"

You blink owlishly at him before you give him a small, hesitant smile. "Uh, yeah. I'd like that. I... I just figured you didn't like me very much, so... Y'know. I thought I'd just let you do your thing."

"I don't hate you," Eddie says. "...You would've noticed if I had."

A loud snort leaves you, surprising even yourself, guessing by the hand you slap over your mouth. The smile is still audible in your voice when you speak.

"Mhm, okay. Sorry for misunderstanding the fact that you've been ignoring me for a week, then." There's a kind of relieved giddiness about you. You lower your hand and send him a smile that has his heart thud.

"I'm glad you don't actually hate me."

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saw a couple of people saying they wouldn't be able to realistically get volt and eddie's good ending irl, because they would respect eddie's boundaries LOL i wrote a little something based around that <3

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eddie told you, rather clearly, might you add, that he wanted nothing to do with you after the first time you approached him! you have absolutely no interest in pushing boundaries there. after years spent alone in your home, your bad at socialising with just about anyone, let alone someone who essentially tells you to fuck off.

but you do like to help. you enjoy making yourself useful! and now that your job is well… cancelled, for the time being, you have nothing to do except talk to objects and laze around the house. sometimes, you're just itching for an activity that has you doing something tangibly, visibly useful.

maybe the first time you do it, you're just waiting to tell volt how much you enjoyed the show as the club is emptying out. there's empty and half-full glasses left behind on a bunch of the tables, ringed, wet stains left behind everywhere coasters weren't used. eddie's washing some used glasses behind the bar and, before he even has the chance to make a comment or send you a look, you've already put them down and going back for another round.

"do you have, uh, some kind of cloth i could use?" you ask. you imagine he should have a better response to your presence, this time. you aren't pushing or prodding at him for answers, just genuinely doing something that will make his life easier!

but eddie just looks at you. "to… wipe the tables down…" you continue slowly, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

"why are you doing this?" he asks, eyes narrowed. "volt won't mind if you sit around waiting."

you shrug your shoulders, avert your eyes and sigh. "i haven't… i'd like to feel useful, for a little bit. are you going to let me?" as a response, all you get is a rag tossed in your general direction. it might've once been colourful, but it's been dulled and stained as a testament to its uses. you mutter a 'thanks' underneath your breath, before continuing what you were doing.

you and eddie still don't converse much, but do settle into a routine. you'll stick around to help him clean up after the night is finished and, as the days pass, your lists of responsibilities grows. besides what you'd already been doing, you now sweep and mop the floors after having moved all the tables and stools to the side, neatly stacking them up in rows. it's menial, mind-numbing work… but it's also simple, predictable and, in a sense, relaxing. you can just turn your brain off for a little while.

"you know i'm just giving you the tasks i don't want to do myself, right?" eddie breaks your shared silence after a couple of nights spent just like this. there's some amusement in his voice and, when you look up, there's a small smile playing around his lips.

"like i said, it's just nice to have something to do that… feels like it's making a difference. just a bit."

eddie rubs the back of his neck. "well. if you want to do something that'll truly make you feel useful, i could walk you through some of it."

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notes: dorian + reader (reader is Not home owner), alcohol/heavy drinking, vomit mention, post-realization spoilers. no romance in this because reader is Very Drunk and dorian is doing his job. i just like the idea of him looking out for others during work hours, as he should :)

dorian can't remember you coming into the club with your friends. there are so many faces passing by on a given night, after all. it's impossible to remember. it's only a good thing that he has no clue who you are; he only remembers the troublesome ones. just another clubgoer who didn't try to push their way ahead in line or, god forbid, tried to commit identity fraud with some fake or borrowed id.

but he certainly remembers you leaving. you'd been stumbling on your legs without any sense of direction, slumped against the nearest wall and sank to the floor. only to promptly stop moving. dorian's seen it all before. there are countless reasons for someone to get as sloshed as you are right now, but none of those matter more than actually getting you the help you need.

(maybe you're not usually a drinker, and had overindulged in one too many mixes or cocktails, the alcohol content of which are always hard to gauge. or you've been going through a tough time and had one too many. or meds that mess with the way alcohol affects your functioning. endless reasons, really.

but you'd stumbled into the bathroom, sat down to pee, only to have the world swirling and dancing around you as soon as you'd gotten up again, discordant giggles bursting from your mouth. fuck, i've had way too much, you'd thought before pushing through crowds and heading to the door. you'd seemed fine before.)

dorian exchanges a glance with the other fellow at the door and inclines his head in your direction. "i'll get that one." the night is coming to a close and leaving one person at the door is fine.

if someone rings the alarm at the bar, he's close enough to be able to come running over regardless. dorian squats down in front of you, keeping his hands to himself. your eyes are just barely cracked open.

"hello. are you alright?" he asks. the shake of your head you give him, lilting up and down as your skull moves side to side, says more than enough. "you've had one too many, yeah? who are you with?"

your shoulders hunch up, close to your ears, face scrunching up. "i lost them. my friends. they... they left... i think? i dunno- there's a lot of people inside, and..." you simply trail off, eyes hazy, sentence left unfinished.

"if they really left, they're an awful lot. those are not friends." he tells you firmly. you're clearly left in no state to be on your own, much less in the middle of town around this time of night, when the streets will soon crowd with hordes of drunk folk heading on home.

"i think i'm going to throw up." is all you say in response, chest heaving as if to support your words.

"alright, alright. none of that just now. you think you can stand?" rather than wait for a coherent answer, he's putting his hands under your armpits and tugging you in a standing position with ease. you practically collapse against him, though it doesn't make him flinch whatsoever. all it does is make him let out a soft grunt, before he's supporting you further, looping an arm around you to steady you.

(a lesser doorman would've sent you on their way, told you that you're too drunk to get back in, and secretly thought to himself: as long as they're out of the club and not my problem, they can fall over and throw up in a ditch, for all i care. but dorian takes his job incredibly seriously and always goes the extra mile, always insistent on protecting any unfortunate clubgoer.

...among customers and colleagues, he's also infamous for completely refusing bribes and getting upset with anyone who does accept them. a trait dorian rather prides himself on, but no on else.)

"we've got some chairs in the back. a bucket, too." dorian stands still for a few moments to allow you to catch your breath. "there we go. it's not all that far."

"why do you have... a bunch of, of doors on your arms...?" you slur as he takes you through a hallway in the club, off-limits to visitors.

"i like doors," he responds simply, a response so dry and utterly confounding, especially to your alcohol-addled mind, that it has you laughing so hard that tears are streaming down your face and dorian has to practically drag you over the floor.

he huffs out a breath through his nose, but smiles. he's always glad to see his untapped comedy potential being appreciated.

in the end, he orders you a taxi home or, if all else fails due to the busy nature of closing hours, he'll drive and stop by your place at the tailend of his shift himself. ...you probably won't remember much of the gesture the next morning, given the state you're in. but dorian feels like he's done a fine job.

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