#day 09

Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles | Day 09: Green | WC: 811 | Rated: M | Warnings: Language | Tags: Established relationship; Eddie is horny for his boyfriend; Steve Harrington in questionable outfits; Humor; Steve Harrington has a great ass.

This is so fucking humiliating.

It’s the last time Steve promises Robin anything in his life. Next time she comes asking for his help, giving him those stupid puppy eyes, he’s gonna tell her to get lost and find some other idiot to do stupid shit with her, because Steve’s already done enough stupid shit to last him a lifetime.

“Stop sulking, Dingus, or they’re not gonna pay us,” Robin says through gritted teeth and a fake smile.

“If they don’t pay us, you’re gonna owe me for the rest of your life,” Steve hisses back, opening his own fake smile as a little girl toddles towards them. “I’ll expect nothing less than your firstborn, Buckley.”

And even then, there’s no guarantee that will be enough to pay for all the embarrassment Steve’s been putting up with for the past two weeks.

pairings: giyuu tomioka x gn!reader summary: giyuu tomioka is like the tides, always leaving and always returning back to you, sometimes he came back even closer than the last. tags: sweet ol' fluff

For all Giyuu has learned, he never thought he’d be rethinking his beliefs. Being a Hashira comes with heavy burden. A responsibility he would welcome with reluctance but also with great devotion. His life had brought nothing but pain and suffering, everyone he’s ever loved torn from him. He was always certain that he was safest alone—and that others were safer without binding themselves to him. It’s why he kept so distant from the other Hashira, why he refused to idle with the younger ranks or even entertain anyone’s small talk.

Despite all his conviction, Giyuu Tomioka has a soft heart. It’s his soft heart that has made him falter so many times. When he listened to Tanjiro’s pleas, guided him and his sister to Urokodaki, continued to protect the siblings throughout their journey, and lastly, his soft heart is what made him give in to you.

You, a civilian he met through a particularly harrowing mission. After fighting off so many demons, he wasn’t fit to make his way back and you with your kind eyes, furrowed brows, and general sweet disposition had melted him even if only slightly. He let himself be taken care of, stayed in your home for the night, and by morning he was hesitant to leave. It’s all history now. No one else in the Demon Slayer Corps knew how you did it, but within weeks of him returning from that mission, you appeared. Suddenly it was all the more clearer why he’d been writing so fervently in those days.

@fluff-cember

Filling the Day 9 prompt “Sweating”, for Fluffbruary 2025: Summer Edition!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/75049786/chapters/197417856#workskin

I recently saw a post about how Americans, coming from a huge country, don’t really think 5 hr drive is a big drive while brits think 45 mins ride is a trip you make only twice in a year, so here’s my two cents on arthur and eames as

✨ drivers ✨

Eames : born to be a passenger princess forced to be the designated driver. Hates driving with every single fibre of his being but has acquired (re: forged) passports for every continent. usually chill, but if you piss him off while driving, he will either ride way too close and follow you for a little bit to watch you shit bricks or start driving purposefully slow and refuse to let you pass. an excellent getaway driver as he will hightail it if needed but also not so excellent as he goes hard on breaks if he thinks a puppy or a squirrel crossed.

mostly plays classical music or the rare romance song while driving. and will always sing along. deliberately off key.

Insists that arthur rides shot gun and not so subtly keeps the free arm in Arthur’s thigh. Arthur pretends he hates it.

Arthur : LOVES to drive. Says it helps him focus but everyone and their mother knows that he just loves the sheer adrenaline burst of speeding. During a getaway, has extreme road rage and his usual calm persona shatters when he’s threatened while he’s behind the wheel. but in other times, in true paradoxical fashion, will let people cut in front of him because "they might have somewhere important to be". Has a great sense of direction but has mixed up left right signal lights on multiple occasions.

He’s a radio person through and through for nostalgic value. Doesn’t always sing along but almost always gets carried away during songs that hits on his feels.

Angstober 2025, Oct. 09 prompt: Lie

Getting a bit away from the fluff part but this is the first thing that popped into my mind for this

« but in the end the only thing that feels right is to complete the cycle. And so he casts himself into the void. His body will float there forever, far beyond the warmth » - The mechanisms; Death to the mechanisms

Angstober – Prompt 9: Lie

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Jason had hastily packed her things and thrown them into the car they had used earlier. Now that the Waynes had found Roy, he no longer needed to be subtle. But that didn't change the fact that he had no idea where they had taken Roy. With the Waynes' money, they could afford not only every department store in town, but also a private jet to a completely different state or even country.

Frustrated, Jason let out a cry before jumping out of the car and running to the phone booth at the other end of the parking lot. He would have stolen a cell phone if necessary, because there was no time to lose, and that meant acting fast instead of smart.

The number for Wayne Manor was burned into his brain, but he dialed a different number and waited for Barbara to pick up. It took less than three seconds. Not many people knew her number, and those who did usually only called in emergencies.

This was an emergency.

“You have to tell me where Dick or Tim is,” Jason demanded, almost unable to believe that the voice was his own. He sounded desperate. Jason was desperate.

There was silence on the other end of the line.

“Babs, please. Tell me and I'll turn myself in. Make sure they don't hurt Roy and I'll accept any punishment without complaint. I won't run away. I promise.”

“Jason?” Barbara asked, and Jason couldn't quite place the emotions he heard in her voice. Did she sound relieved? Did she sound happy?

Even if he was wrong about these things, he could say with certainty that she didn't sound angry, which was not what he had expected.

"Yes… It's me," he replied uncertainly, relieved to hear her typing something on her keyboard. If he was lucky, she was trying to locate Roy at that moment. If he was unlucky, she was trying to locate him to make it easier for the bounty hunters to find him.

"Jason, grab a cell phone and call me back on the way. I'll guide you to her location as long as you meet me halfway and answer my questions."

“Understood… But please, Babs, tell them not to hurt him.”

Barbara sighed, and it didn't sound good. “Jay, I can't reach them. Roy's best chance is to get you to him as quickly as possible.”

She didn't have to tell him twice. Jason smashed the window of another car when he saw a jacket on the passenger seat. Luckily for him, there was a cell phone in it, and he could only imagine how a man would have wanted to prevent his wife or boss from calling at an inconvenient time.

Other people would probably have just taken it into the room with them, but maybe the guy had been robbed by his hired prostitutes before.

Jason didn't care, he dialed Barbara's number and stepped onto the grass.

“Turn left out of the parking lot,” she instructed him, and he followed her directions. A small part of his tension eased, knowing that he could still do something. Knowing his siblings, they wouldn't do it quickly. That gave him time. Jason just didn't know how much.

“So your death was all a lie?” Barbara asked, and immediately the tension returned. Jason would make it to Roy, but that didn't mean they would both make it out alive.

But if Jason begged hard enough, he might be able to convince his brothers to let Roy go. Jason had to make it work.

“Roy did shoot me, but it wasn't a fatal wound, and the Queens aren't known for nothing for having as many Lazarus pits as the Al Ghuls.”

Jason didn't like to think back to how the water had felt on the wound. It had played with his emotions, and Roy had often had to bring him back to this world in the days that followed, when their escape began. His mind had simply drifted away and he had lost control of himself.

Jason didn't want to know what happened to your mind when you took a whole bath in those waters. Maybe that was why Oliver had been so crazy as to expel Roy instead of protecting him from the Waynes' wrath.

“Take the forest path that appears a hundred meters to your right,” Barbara instructed before asking her next question. “Why? Why the lie? How desperate were you to get away from us that you had no choice but to resort to this lie?”