the one with the mystery date || rated t || 6.2k words
a 1990s double date, in loving homage to when harry met sally and the friends episode "the one with the pediatrician"
Steve and Eddie are just old friends. At least, that's what they always tell everybody. So when Jonathan comes out to Steve and asks him to set him up with someone, someone he trusts, Steve knows just the man for the job.
What he didn't expect was the flare of jealousy, and Eddie and Jonathan's (complete lack of) chemistry.
When the last member of their disastrous double date finally arrives and sweeps Jonathan off his feet, Steve and Eddie are forced to admit what they really want from each other.
happy big boy love month fic exchange extravaganza to my beloved @fragilecapric0rnn!! i was inspired by your love of whms and friends, i couldn't resist combining them and making it 90s steddie / jargyle!! i had so much fun writing this, especially for a friend i adore so much <33 sending you the biggest cowboy kisses <33
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Eden Hanazono is honestly amazing and by “amazing” I mean “amazing and also terrifying”. She has more guts than any person should be allowed to have.
Proof:
Invited all her competitors to her house and showed them her cards
Went to Ranma's house directly when he didn't show up
Asked Dadan to apologize to her and, when he refused, whipped and electrocuted him in public
Told on her friend for shoplifting (seriously who has the guts to do that)
Went to Miko's Cafe and ordered nothing!
After knowing Yuga for less than a week (or at least a very short amount of time) she asked him to use his YouTube channel to to spread her beliefs and power
Told him directly to his face that Ranma was no longer his friend
When Yuga disagreed with her, she went to go ask Ranma herself
Went to Ranma's house again; this time She flipped his recruitment offer and told him she would be his boss
Told him Yuga still considered him a friend
And was not at all phased by the increasingly angry, super powered child in front of her
Is 100% convinced she is in the right for all of this
She is legit terrifying because nothing phases her and she does not hesitate at all! I was like 100% positive she was just going to learn a lesson about friendship from Yuga and join his group, but now I wonder where her character is going.
Noticed that you haven't been posting a lot of fanfic recently (not complaining or judging because LIFE), but just lettin' you know that I love your fics and can't wait for more!
<3 <3 <3 <3 <3
This made me very happy, anon! You’re right, life has been eating away at my soul as of late, and I haven’t been able to really write much (including missing out jaytimweek WAH).
I debated even sharing this, but since you inquired, here’s the opening of a fic I was working on for jaytimweek:
last chance to lose your keyssum: Tim loses his memory. Jason runs out of excuses.
“You didn’t have to do that,” Tim commented quietly from his corner of the room. He watched Jason drop his leather duffle on the ugly, floral bedspread, abused springs protesting loudly under its weight. It sounded dirty, the kind of sleazy noise a person would expect to hear at a pay-by-the-hour motel.
And then Jason unzipped the bag with steady hands to pull out a shiny black handgun.
Tim’s mouth went dry.
Green-blue eyes flicked his way for only a moment before Jason scoffed, his fingers deft and skillful as they twisted in a silencer at the tip of his gun. “Yes, I did.”
The events of the past two days were still an anxious blur in Tim’s mind. He remembered few concrete details on how he ended up in Las Vegas with Jason, a gun-toting, snarky asshole with the kind of face that made Tim want to bite the back of his hand.
At least, he said his name was Jason. Tim couldn’t remember if that were true or not.
He did know some things. He knew his name was Timothy Drake-Wayne. He knew he worked at Wayne Enterprises for bleak stretches of time, attending stuffy, drawn out meetings, the Millennial mouthpiece for one playboy billionaire Bruce Wayne.
But he also knew Bruce’s secret, and he worked alongside him and others to fight crime in Gotham City as Red Robin. He could picture Dick’s sleek, acrobatic fighting style, knew the exact shade of Steph’s blonde hair, could feel the silence that followed Cass around like armour, hear the impatient tone of Damian’s voice.
But this Jason? Tim had no memory of him at all.
“You think I’m a flight risk?”
Jason ignored him, checking for ammo before snapping the clip back into place and cocking the gun with an ominous slide of metal springs. He turned away from his duffel to stalk the length of their room, which was only big enough to fit two full beds and a bulky TV from the ‘90s. When he got to the window, Jason eased back thin, ugly curtains with his gun.
“We’re more than an hour from the next town, and there’s nothing but desert and darkness between the mile markers,” Tim tried again. He already knew there was no point in arguing, but old habits made him try.
Jason laughed again, low and derisive, and flicked the curtains back into place. “Got it all figured out, huh?” He tucked the gun into the holster beneath his jacket, twisting slightly so Tim could see the strong curve of his back. “We got a regular Wonder Boy on our hands.”
The reference irked Tim, made his skin crawl thinking about the things Jason knew about him – and all the things he didn’t know about Jason. The first thing he’d done when he’d come to, soaking wet on the tiled bathroom floor in some swanky hotel room, was call Bruce.
“I’ll tell you more when you’re home,” Bruce had said, his voice placating. There was a long pause before he’d added, “You can trust him.”
“But–,” Tim had tried to argue.
“Leave it,” Bruce said, his voice more clipped than before. “You don’t need to know anything else right now.” He promised to check in on them in the morning, and then promptly hung up.
Clearly, Bruce had chose his words carefully. The reason why felt important.
“I’m just saying the probability of me trying to escape is low. I don’t think…,” he trailed off as Jason double backed toward his side of the room.
He paused at the foot of Tim’s bed and smirked. “You have a history of not thinking things through.”
There was a memory scratching at the back of Tim’s mind, the shadowy presence of Jason occupying a similar space, in another time. How many hotel rooms, how many nights spent together working some case?
The way Jason moved unnerved Tim, made him feel raw and wrong. Tim had no doubt Jason knew exactly what he was doing; he clearly had the training and experience to handle automatic weapons with precision; he knew how to lean over the front desk with hooded eyes and a low voice and to ask for a room with a view of the highway; he knew how to count the number of missing keys hanging behind the hungry-eyed clerk, how to count the steps from the manager’s office to the their room, how to keep his back to the wall and his eyes on the door at all times.
Tim’s unease went beyond Jason’s obvious confidence. There was the familiarity in which he moved around Tim that felt significant. The way Jason’s body seemed to unconsciously bend toward Tim, their bodies two blades of grass in a high wind.
How well did they really know each other?
It was noticeable when Jason hesitated, the way his jaw ticked as he studied Tim sprawled out on the bed beneath him. His eyes flicked up and over, catching on the curve of Tim’s shoulder before settling somewhere just to the left of his ear. He didn’t say anything as he moved closer, his thigh heavy against the edge of the mattress.
Tim forced himself to lie perfectly still, tilting his neck up so he could meet Jason with defiant, untrusting eyes.
In response, Jason rolled his eyes and reached behind Tim’s head quickly, flickering off the only source of light in the room. And Tim was glad for the swift darkness, the way it swept through the room like a current, hiding sudden burn on his cheeks.
“There you go again. Not thinking.”
Jason sounded far away again and Tim squinted. When his eyes adjusted, he saw that Jason had retreated back to the window without making a sound. A purple, neon glow outlined his profile as he peeled back the curtain again.
“Well, if it bothers you so much, I could keep not thinking in another room.”
Jason clicked his tongue. “Nice try, Bird Boy.”
“Just trying to figure out why you’re so intent on babysitting, is all.”
“Ohh,” Jason snorted to himself, annoyed. “Yeah, that’s me. Babysitter-for-hire with a bolo in my bag and personal penchant for leather jackets. Mommy bloggers really go for that shit.”
“Then what?” Tim grit out with a huff of frustration.
“I don’t know.” Jason’s eyes remained focused outside the window as he spoke. “Maybe it’s because we just pissed all over the cartel’s ivory carpet in Vegas not even 24 hours ago, and this motel is full of lowlife criminals just looking for someone to sell out for some quick cash or a cheap fuck.”
There was a pause, and Tim heard a car roll through the parking lot, tires crunching gravel. The red and purple neon lights cut against the sharp angles of Jason’s face.
“Don’t make the mistake of thinking I don’t know you, Tim.”
Jason kept his eyes trained on the road and smiled.
tagged by my darlings @cheatghost and @judasofsuburbia loooove seeing wip games go around again! i've been in the [redacted] fic trenches (affectionate) but i'm craving writing something more canon-time period or modern era so!
rules: for every ask i get, i have to write 200-500 words, and i will share a 100 words snippet. this is required of me by law and if i don't complete it i will be sent to the gallows + the burning pit etc. send in a request for any of the WIPs below, you can do more than 1 but please no more than 2 <3
WIPs you can request snippets of:
ᯓ★ [grindr handyman] au: based on this post, this is just pwp i won't lie to y'all. this is an excuse to write smut. it's also been in my wips for literal years
ᯓ★ [hockey] au: minor league hockey player steve x small-town journalist eddie. so far this one's no plot just vibes. there is a plot hiding somewhere in there, but it refuses to be bullet pointed out, gotta write more before i find it
ᯓ★ [medieval times] au: eddie POV one shot, steve is a medieval times knight. this one is like. two sentences long atm (inspired by somewhat real events)
tagging with zero pressure and all of the love: @figthefruitfaeth @fragilecapric0rnn @fastcardotmp3 @monkleya @butchhorse @starryeyedjanai and any friends and anons that want to play!
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hello hello!! thanks for the ask, i'm more than happy to oblige! this is allegedly pwp but so far this sucker's got more plot than the [hockey] au lol. picking up immediately after this post:
He hits the first profile on the grid with a green online dot. It doesn't matter who it is, he just needs whoever's closest to come now.
Steve's thumb is micrometers from the message button, but he stops short when he glances at the guy's photo. Eddie, 27, less than a quarter mile away, has long dark curls and swirling tattoos and huge dark eyes that look like they could swallow him whole. He's perched on top of one of the lakefront trail bollards in a loose white tank top, his hands planted on the pole between his legs, showing off what must count for him as muscles.
Steve swipes to the next picture, a black and white photo of the guy on a stage, shirtless and drenched in sweat, all his hair over his face, and a guitar slung low on his hips.
So you know he's good with his hands, the horny demon is Steve's brain adds unhelpfully.
driving in your car | chapter 6 | explicit | 85k | now complete (!!!)
hugest shoutout to @judasofsuburbia for beta reading this absolute beast of a chapter!! you're a rockstar, i seriously couldn't've done this without you!
He finds a literal wide spot in the road to pull over, and as soon as he kills the engine, Eddie is on him, pulling him into a heated kiss. A hand on his jaw, the other tangling in the short hair at the base of his neck. Possessive.
Little nips draw short gasps from him, pushing him forward, pulling Eddie toward him in a tug-of-war as Eddie chases the sound through his mouth and down his throat.
Until Steve has to pull away. Leans his forehead against Eddie's to catch his heaving breath and holds him by his forearms. "What was that for?"
Eddie hums, "This is a pretty great first date."
Steve pulls back with a small laugh, finally remembering he's a man on a mission. "This isn't the date."
"This isn't the date?" And he sounds actually unsure, his eyebrows drawn low over his round wide eyes as he studies Steve's face. Like Steve is speaking in code.
"Nah man, no way." Steve gives Eddie his own confused look. "Did you really think our date was just gonna be making out on the side of the road?"
Eddie shrugs, his hands rising and falling helplessly. "I thought the chances were equally good we'd wind up getting slushies at the gas station!"
Steve snorts. Like his honor, his freaking reputation isn't on the line even more now. And it hits him that as much as he hasn't dated guys before, Eddie hasn't dated anyone.
you know. you KNOW. i have to ask for medieval knight steve. it's only right!!!!!!
it's only right, you were there when this all started!! of COURSE you get some medieval times au!!! hope you like this swoony little snippet!
picking up right where we left off:
But he wears the armor easily like it's a second skin, like it doesn't weigh him down in the slightest. He pumps the banner in the air, gesturing for more cheers with his other arm, which the crowd happily obliges. The knight's bravado is contagious as he scans the stands, pointing and waving to random people here and there.
Eddie and Chrissy cheer and clap with all the rest. As their knight reaches the far end of their section and wheels his horse about with just his knees, Eddie puts two fingers in his mouth and whistles as loud as he can.
Their knight's eyes whip over to where he's sitting with Chrissy. His Prince Charming smile slides in to something like a smirk as he tosses Eddie a saucy wink.
