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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

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

<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.

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.

for my darlingest louseph @cheatghost who a few days ago sent me the words "pool boy steve at eddie's vampire mansion" at 6 in the morning and immediately got my brain whirring. like 0 to 60, dead asleep to wide awake and writing. so here's less than 1k words of pure ridiculous fun.

[also on ao3]

It’s not a bad gig, really. Even if it stipulates in his contract that he has to be shirtless while he’s on the property. But Steve also signed the contract in his blood so he’s not sure how legal it is. 

Plus the pay is insane. He quit his other jobs, and he’s basically got free reign of the pool all day. So he takes his time with the skimmer fishing out all the leaves and dead bugs, swims laps for a while. Spends the rest of the day in a lounger before adjusting the chemicals so it’s perfect by morning.

What do vampires need with a pool anyway?

the roads lead back to you || rated m || chapter 2

a 1990s second-chance winter rom com

10000 thanks and all the love to @judasofsuburbia for beautiful beta work once again <33

[read ch2 on ao3]

Here he is, doing everything but slink back to a town that ran him off, back to the diner he got kicked out of last night, like a dog with his tail between his legs. After running into Steve Harrington, of all people… Steve Harrington, who's standing behind the register of what's apparently the only diner in town. Eddie backpedals as soon as he catches a glimpse of him through the wide windows. Again? Does he have no life? Of course not, this is Hawkins. Eddie creeps around the edge and presses his nose to the glass, cupping his hands around his eyes to peer in at the empty diner. He huffs and turns away. Shoves his hands under his armpits and stamps his feet, scouring up and down the street for something, anything else. But there's nothing else around. Hawkins remains a barren fucking wasteland. So Eddie takes a deep breath, squares his shoulders and grits his teeth. Does his best to muster all his charm and prepare for battle, and pushes open the front door. The bell greets him merrily again. Steve does not. "We’re closed."  "Then you should lock your door," Eddie says, voice as chipper as he can manage.

the roads lead back to you || rated m || chapter 1

a 1990s second-chance winter rom com

huge shoutout, thanks, and all the love to @judasofsuburbia for beta'ing and squealing in the notes at me <33

[read on ao3]

Immediately after defeating Vecna in spring break of 1986, Eddie left Hawkins without a word and never looked back. Now, ten years later, he’s forced to come back to town, and he can’t seem to avoid the friends he left behind. Steve has spent the past ten years putting everything he has into keeping his ragtag family together and running the local diner, with almost no time for anything else. He’s been nursing a not-so-quiet grudge against Eddie since the day he left, so when he stumbles back into Steve’s life, he dredges up all the old feelings Steve thought he left behind years ago. In the winter of 1997, will they take another chance to start over or will the ice between them smother the spark?

snippet under the cut!