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silvermarley · 6 months

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Hi! I just discovered your acc and I love what I have read 💖🥺 Can I make a request? 👉🏻👈🏻 today is Tanjiro's birthday so I would like a Tanjiro x fem reader smut (both are adults but his gf is a couple of years older than him) where both have been busy lately with work and don't have time for a bit of sex until one night after work his girlfriend decides to start the action and seduce him but despite the fact that they have done it before he still feels very shy with her but in the end they end up having a good sex night. Have a nice day! 😁

Thank you for reading my stuff! <3 (Ik it’s his bday by the time u asked but happy very late bday to Tanjiro 😭 so sorry I couldn’t work on this sooner!)

Work Can Wait

Tanjiro x F!Reader

Warnings: smut, aged up, established relationship, soft sex

Work really left no time for sex, leaving only cuddling to sleep and the other more basic things. That’s not entirely a problem to you, but you began to miss his touch in the more intimate ways.

With the seemingly never ending work you two had to do, it seemed impossible for it to happen for the time being. But you felt hope when your boss let you leave work slightly early, saying that you’ll be working the later shift the next day.

Not just that, but it seemed the gods had blessed you tonight since you got a text from your lover after you informed him of your situation.

Tan <3: Love, you’ll never believe this!

(Y/N): Go on-

Tan <3: I get to work much later in the day tomorrow, so we can finally have time to ourselves! :)

(Y/N): You’re joking.. that’s amazing!

You set down your phone on the bed and smiled happily.

Tanjiro got home about 15 minutes after you did on a normal day. But now that you had the extra time to ready yourself, you decided to put it into use.

You took a shower, and made sure you felt good.

Then you dug through your drawer to find what you wanted. You had bought a beautiful lingerie set a bit ago, it was a lovely maroon color. You bought it in hopes that something like this would happen.

With almost child-like excitement, you rush to put it on. After doing so, you admire how it complements your body. You were reminded of why you picked it to begin with.

The color was your boyfriend’s favorite. It seemed to also be close to his hair color, bringing a sense of warmth to your heart at the thought.

You continue to freshen up, making sure you looked your best. Deciding not to put your normal clothes on, you put a silk robe over it temporarily. You already knew what you would do to get what you want.

Tanjiro texted you that he was on the way home by the time you completely finished getting ready. “Great timing..” you thought.

You sat yourself on the bed and waited in anticipation for him to arrive home. You practically jumped up when you heard his car door shut just outside.

He knocked on the door, knowing you were home. When you opened the door, he didn’t notice what you were wearing at first, doing his usual routine.

You had discarded the robe, wanting to initiate what you’ve been wanting for a while.

After giving you a kiss and a warm hug, he pulls back. Suddenly his face becomes a rose color, blushing like a schoolboy.

“I-“ he started then gulped, “B-Baby.. what’s all this? You got all dolled up for me?”

You pull him down to you by his collar and gave him a peck on the lips. “Mhm..” is all you said.

He couldn’t help but stare. Something about you wearing his favorite color in such an erotic way made him feel hot.

Tanjiro pulls you in by your hips after regaining his composure. “Y-You look amazing..“ he puts his head on your shoulders and inhales. “‘Always love your scent after a long day..”

You chuckle lightly, and start running your hands on his upper body, knowing the effect your touch has on him. He lifts his head.

Taking the chance, you pull him by his hand, leading him to your shared room. He patiently follows like a lost puppy.

As you two enter the room, neither of you bother closing the door. You find your back against the wall, lips against his once more, but this time your tongues dance together in a heated makeout.

You both shamelessly moan into the kiss, knowing you two needed this. It’s been way too long.

You parted from the kiss, tugging on his dress shirt. He nods and lets you take it off of him, to which you discard the clothing to the side.

Your hands ran up and down his chest, admiring the view you missed dearly. It wasn’t long before you were forced back into another kiss by his desperate lips.

Not wanting to break away from him, you unbuckle his belt and slip it off, letting it drop.

“Fuck darling.. I-I need you..” he whispers huskily, now hastily leading both of you to the bed like a virgin who can’t wait to get his “v-card” taken away.

He hovers over you, his lustful gaze admiring you under him. He was going to make up for all the missed moments due to work.

“‘Looking so pretty..” he mumbles, kissing down your collarbone to your stomach and then your thighs.

He presses more sloppy kisses on your inner thighs until he gets right next to where you need him. Tanjiro tugs down your panties, getting harder at seeing how wet you already were.

After throwing them to the floor, his lips are immediately on your pussy. You moaned loudly at the contact, sensitive from lack of attention to it.

He groans at your taste, something he craved daily, but such a thing was out of touch. His skillful tongue worked wonders on your pussy, licking and sucking on your clit.

Your hands thread through his hair, gripping it to base yourself in reality. Even after what felt like ages, he knew just how to make you feel good.

You don’t remember when he did it, but one finger, now two, was pumping in and out of you. Your back arched off the bed, the stimulation he was giving your poor cunt after being neglected was overwhelming.

“G-Gonna cum! Don’t stop..!” You whined.

He was lost in your taste and in your sounds. He only hummed and continued his actions.

It was only when your legs were shaking and you were pushing at his head did he stop. He licked his lips, like someone who just ate a delicious treat.

He blushed wildly, his body screaming at him to fuck you. Tanjiro removed the rest of his clothing, which felt a bit embarrassing due to your staring.

He moved back over you, slotting himself back in between your thighs. His cock rubbed against your slick pussy, and you both groaned in unison.

“Y-You ready baby? Please say you are..” it’s not hard to tell he is holding himself back.

You nodded. He smiled, and kissed your lips.

“Been dreaming about this..” he whispers again as he pushes in slowly, as he always would.

“Me too..”

As he finally bottomed out, it was a feeling you both knew and loved. He wanted to wait until you were properly adjusted to him before he moved, even if it was almost painful for him.

But you couldn’t wait anymore. Not when what you’ve been wanting is right in front of you. You try to buck your hips up to get the friction you crave.

He bit his lip and knew you felt the same. You needed this now.

Tanjiro began slowing pulling out and the thrusting back in. With every one, we would find the rhythm that worked and then kept it from then on.

He had you gripping at the sheets and moaning without restraint. Not that he was any better though. He was quite loud himself, gripping onto your hips for dear life.

“God.. I missed this so much..” he breathily mutters, immersed in the clenching of your pussy on him.

You whimpered in response. His thumb, almost out of reflex, moves to your clit and rubs small circles. You arch into him more, as he leans over you carefully watching your reactions.

You felt yourself get close. Your noises increased in volume, and you tighten around him. The bucking of his hips got sloppier as he felt himself get close to the brink as well.

“Y..You’re gonna cum with me right sweetheart?” He moaned, “Please.. cum for me.”

You nodded with vigor, one hand holding onto his arm and the other digging into the sheets.

“Fuck.. cumming!” You moan, seeing white as you do.

Tanjiro groans wildly and thrusts a few more times, before spilling his seed inside you. He stays inside for a moment, then pulls out.

He watches his cum drip out of you. He has to tear his eyes away.

You chuckled, noticing his trance. He falls to the side of you when you pull him.

“Didn’t know I needed that this badly..” he laughed nervously, staring into your eyes sweetly.

“Yeah..” you agree, “I love you so much.”

He kisses your forehead. “I love you too, my love. I’m sorry work has stalled my attention towards you. I’ll make sure I can get more time with you from now on to take care of your needs.”

You lay your head on his shoulder. “That would be nice.. and I promise the same.”

Your eyes slowly flicker shut, as his voice soothes you to sleep. He smiled warmly and later decides to get some rest himself.

#levys friends #kny smut #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #demon slayer smut #tanjiro x reader #kny fluff #tanjiro smut

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padfootastic · 6 months

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please say more about jilypad + diverging parenting styles... perhaps even a possible scenario >:) i imagine harry has very cunning tactics for using this to his advantage

helloooooo <3 thank u for this ask bc i love talking about these three and harry. i went looking thru the archives to find this post; my first foray into this side, and really, i’ve never looked back after that.

so i’ve talked ab this a bit before but i fully think that james was a very overprotective ‘mother hen’ type parent. i tend to read his behaviour in lily’s bday letter to sirius as being scared of his child on a broomstick and i fully, fully think he’ll never be able to let go of that as harry grows up. he’ll be anxious and suspicious and paranoid, and his first instant will always be to wrap harry up in cotton wool and hide him away. (i low-key connect this to his childhood as well; going from being spoiled and sheltered to dropped in the middle of a war, black & white thinking, living in extremes etc etc makes it v hard for him to be Normal about his child. as he shouldn’t be, really, but yeah) that’s why he thrives during the initial years; he never minds the hard parts of being a new parent, loves it in fact, and it makes it better that he can keep harry close to him at all times w/o coming off as a helicopter parent (not that the notion bothers him ofc).

it’s good, then, that he has two partners to even the scales, no? i think lily was the most…balanced out of the three. she had a relatively normal childhood, grew up in a working class family/neighbourhood and had to deal w adversity from a young age so she’s developed a nice, thick skin. she also has a sibling with whom she has a v rocky relationship so she knows that kids are, ykno, a bit unhinged. and a little bit of hardship is not a problem. i hc her as needing time to get used to parenthood, unlike james who stepped into it natural as breathing, or even sirius who loved harry on much on first sight that it made up for everything else. ofc lily loved her son, but it didn’t come w the same blinding intensity of her partners and made her feel really shitty in the beginning. but, i think she’d shine during his teen years actually, because she’s not overbearing or intense and becomes the quiet, calm strength that a hormonal, spotty teen boy would probably need.

and sirius <3 our poor baby falls in love with harry, perhaps even more quickly than james, with such startling speed that it shakes his entire foundation. he doesn’t regret it but he’s constantly discombobulated. i also imagine that…it takes him longer to settle into the role of parent, esp bc he’s not biologically one ykno? not like it matters to anyone, ofc, but it takes him a long time to truly accept his authority and place, to believe that he has just as much right as j&l to be there, to parent harry. this has the consequence of him always being more indulgent than the other two; after all, he considered himself a godfather before a parent and a lot of that thinking stayed. he lets harry get away with stuff the others might not (and the little mf figures this out later); some of it also comes from sirius seeing so much shit, and facing so much shit himself, that he rationalises a lot of stuff as ‘well, this isn’t the worst it can be, so what’s the harm’ (because his life has been such a roller coaster that he’s forgotten that not everyone’s like that, if that makes sense?)

its obviously not this clear cut but i imagine harry looks at it like this: if he needs unconditional love, he goes to james; rationality and logic, lily; acceptance and calm, sirius. when someone has to be beat up for hurting harry, james steps in. if he needs help burying a body, it’s sirius. dealing with some asshole boss/teacher/classmate’s mother who’s making harry’s life hell? lily. i can keep going but,,,u get the idea, right? this makes sense, i hope lol

i actually think harry’s first birthday is a great example. sirius pushes the boundaries by gifting lil harry a broom; james loses his mind running after him; lily places an industrial sticking charm on harry’s butt, leans back with a glass of wine, and enjoys the show. even as he grows up, lily and james act as the disciplinarian, and sirius is the emotional outlet. all of them fill in each other’s cracks so well, and it’s only when harry grows up that he realises how effortlessly they worked off each other to parent him.

also oh man o man. harry being cunning is,,,,,see, i’ve not considered it this far but it makes perfect sense. i think canon harry actually had so much manipulative energy and it’s often overlooked for his goofier traits but! this is the same dude who used his dead parents to trick slughorn into revealing sensitive info! imagine if that could be channelled into his jilypad interactions 😈

it’s like, it takes him a bit, because his three parents r so smooth, but once he realises that all of them have certain weak spots, he does NOT hesitate to exploit them. (it has the unintended consequence of truly strengthening the jilypad relationship into an unbreakable one bc one thing their kid taught them is to have ironclad communication going at all times so nothing they’ve said, or not said, is used against them). so like, he knows if he wants to sneak out to a party, it has to be sirius and in a specific way—‘i’ll be totally safe, papa, plus i really wanna see what it’s like and idk when it’ll get a chance to again’. if he widens his eyes to pitiful levels, pouts a little, and blinks faster than usual, then james is putty in his arms as long as he’s separated from the other two. divide and conquer becomes the main tool in harry’s arsenal, actually. lily’s the toughest nut to crack, purely bc she doesn’t run on emotions or irreverence, but harry soon learns that if he comes up with a solid, logical case that proves his argument has unbiased merit then he has a good chance of getting her to say yes. (this is good, bc u can arrange words in the correct order, but u can’t always control emotions)

so overall yeah, you’d think one kid + 3 parents would be an easy bet, but harry keeps them on their toes all the fkn time.

#sirius black #james potter #lily evans #jilypad #harry potter #i knew before i even started this that it would be ridiculously long lmao #i just cannot bring myself to shut up #wrt lily and harry’s baby years #i feel v v strongly ab motherhood not coming naturally to her #and becoming a very sore point for her. bc she sees james and sirius and she keeps blaming herself for being an unfeeling robot #when she’s not. she just thinks more logically than them and doesn’t feel as strongly. that doesn’t make her a bad mother #and no matter what j & s say a small part of always thinks like that. until the teen years. and suddenly the dynamics r reversed #bruh i think i need help it’s not even funny how not hinged i am for this trio lmao #there also! padfoot!#a while ago i wrote a lil thing. but i fully believe that whenever harry was emotionally distraught he’d actually go to padfoot #bc he needed someone to just. sit. and be there. while he’s processed emotions #and lily would be too ruthlessly logical and james would be fretting and trying to fix it and sirius would panic. just a little.#but padfoot is a warm comforting weight agains this side and he just lets him be. it’s grounding.#so harry always. without fail. does that #it’s actually 3.5 parents lmao #i do wonder what their parenting fights would about if any. hmmmm. my glasses are too rose tinted for me to consider it #a thought for another day #anyway. hope this endless rambling made sense! and that u liked it!#would love to hear ur thoughts too <3 #pen’s notes #pen’s asks

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yelenasdiary · 1 year

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https://www.tumblr.com/yelenasdiary/714573048620204032/so-you-know-how-i-dont-post-on-weekends-yeah

HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY!

Maybe a DKOL one shot where Nat decides to take R out to a bar for a lil action and also R doesn’t go out much bc she’s taking care of Dylan or working. All the attention goes to Nat, which she brushes off all the men’s advances. But then one man takes interest in R, but it’s quickly clear he’s being handsy and bold (just a dick and lowk a abusive). It gives R flashbacks to Kane and she starts to have a panic attack, but Nat calms us down. Maybe a lil dark Nat at the end where she “deals” with the guy 😏

I love how deliciously wonderful u balance dark Nat with soft/protective Nat so I would love to see that more!! THANK U HAPPY EARLY BDAY

Drabble || A Little Bit of Fun

Pairing: CEO! MobBoss! Natasha Romanoff x Single Mom! Reader (Platonic)

Summary: Natasha takes you out for a girls night

Notes: A night out with Nat would be so fun! I hope you enjoy this & thank you for the birthday message x So this is so much longer than a drabble lmao, whoops!

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"Ready to go?" Natasha asked with a smile causing you to playfully roll your eyes at her, "Come on, don't be like that. Dyl will be fine with Bucky. If anything, Dyl will look after Bucky" Nat added with a chuckle as she grabbed your handbag off the dining table. "Are you sure about this? Clubs and bars haven't really been my thing since I found out about Dylan" you explained while quickly fixing your hair in the mirror.

"Which is exactly why we're going. Just a few drinks, maybe some dancing, some karaoke and a good time. You've been work a lot, you need a break. Let your hair down"

You frowned slightly, you never thought that Natasha, your boss for that matter would ever be one for a 'girls night' as they call it. "We'll be back by midnight, right? I don't want Dylan to worry" you turned to Natasha who nodded.

"Dylan is with Bucky, they are probably playing with his trucks, eating some take out burgers and I wouldn't be surprised if Bucky has Dylan sitting on the sofa with apple juice watching the football game".

"Somehow that doesn't make me feel any better" you bit your bottom lip in worry.

"Y/n, we are going out. Dylan is safe, he's fed, he's warm and he's in good hands. We are going to have a great time; besides, I could do with the different scenery from the bar at home".

With a sigh you gave in, grabbing your bag from Natasha's hands and following her out the door of your apartment.

It had been a good few years since you last went out like this, in fact, the last time was that horrible night that somehow gave you your biggest blessing. Natasha wore a black dress that hugged her figure perfectly and you knew right away that she'd be catching eyes from the moment you both stepped into the bar. You didn't mind though, you found it amusing watching Nat send glares at people who thought they had a chance at buying her drink.

"Before we go in there, I want you to relax" Natasha spoke as her driver pulled up outside the bar, "I am relaxed" you assured her. A lie. "You're not, you keep checking your phone and your knee won't stop bouncing!" Nat replied as she placed a hand on your bouncing knee. "I'm sorry" you looked at her, "the last time I had a night like this was the night" you admitted.

"I know, but I promise you, nothing is going to happen. You're with me, as if I'm going to even let anything happen" Natasha's thumb gently stroked the top of your knee. "Promise?" you asked. You just needed her assurance. Natasha nodded, "just give it a chance and if you don't like it, we'll go back to mine and finish the night there" the red head offered. You took a deep breath in and nodded, "okay, let's go have fun" you smiled softly.

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To your surprise the night was off to a wonderful start, you and Natasha sat by the bartender who wasn't shy of stealing looks of Natasha. Of course, Nat was gaining a fair bit of attention as the night went on, it was a plus for the two of you with the amount of free drinks that were sent to your end of the bar but eventually Natasha was tired of the attention and just sent the men a look that could kill.

"Alright, tell me" you looked to Natasha as you took a sip of your cocktail, "all these men are basically falling at your knees and you're telling me you're not the slightest bit interested in any of them?" you asked. Natasha chuckled and shook her head, "I'm a lesbian honey, I'm surprised you didn't work that out" she replied before she downed a sip of her own drink. You took a moment to think and suddenly it all made sense to you why she never spoke about a husband, boyfriend or a celebrity crush for that matter.

"What are we doing at a straight bar then?" you asked.

"Because I'm not looking for anything, besides, I love the free drinks and disappointment on those men's faces" Natasha explained, "what about you? Have you thought about putting yourself out there a little? Now that Dylan is off to pre-school and all?" she asked.

"I didn't really get a chance to work that out, I guess. I mean, I make out with a few girls when I was in high school and I had a boyfriend at one stage but then Dylan came and I just put all of that to the side" you sipped your drink once more.

"Why don't you give it ago tonight? That guy over there has been eyeing you all night, lets buy him a drink" Natasha smirked as she waved down the bartender while you glanced over to the tall brunette guy who sent a smile your way. "Nat, I don't know" you mumbled as you shifted your attention back to Natasha. "Too late" Nat playfully winked at you.

"Hey there, can I get you a drink?" the man's voice spoke from behind you as you slightly turned to look up at him, "I think I bet you too it" you smiled as the bartender handed you a cold beer for you to hand to the gentleman. "Looks like you did" he chuckled, "I'm Noah" he added as he reached his hand out, you took it gently, "I'm Y/n".

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Natasha watched from the bar as you finally allowed yourself to have some fun. You danced with Noah, he brought you both some drinks and hadn't failed to make you laugh as the night went on. It wasn't until just before midnight when Noah became rather handsy and tried to coach you to the back seat of his car. You gently pushed him away and shook your head, "No, I'm just here for some fun" you reminded the man.

"It'll be fun baby, come on. I've done the dancing and pulling jokes, let's just get out of here" he replied as he pulled you closer to him. The strong smell of alcohol sent your mind right back to that night, the cries you let out that were ignored only made matters worse. You tried to break free from Noah's hold, but his strength was too much. "Let me go! please, I said no!" You begged. Natasha saw your struggle and slammed her drink on the bar before storming over to the two of you.

"Let her go, she said no!" Natasha's voice came to your rescue. Noah looked at Natasha and released his hold of you, "Nothing but a couple of cheap whores!" He spat before walking away. You quickly turned to Natasha in a panic, your breathing quickened, your hands trembled and sweat began to form on your forehead.

"Y/n, it's okay, he's gone" Natasha spoke softly as she pulled you gently into her arms for a tight hug, "I promised you, nothing was going to happen" she reminded you as she rubbed your back which helped bring your panic attack to a close. She held you until you felt safe enough to pull away.

"Can we please go?" you asked softly in hopes not to disappoint your friend, she nodded, "I'll walk you to the car then I'll come back and pay the bill" She led you out of the bar following behind you for protection. Once in the car, Natasha reminded you she was just going back to pay the bill she racked up while you were busy and that she'd be back in just a moment. Of course, she told her driver to lock the doors which helped keep you grounded.

"A couple of cheap whores huh?" Natasha walked confidently up to Noah, "that's what I said, didn't I?" Noah looked the red head up and down before taking a mouthful of his beer. Natasha took this moment to punch the male in the face, the glass in his hand shattering, leaving pieces in his hand and face.

"You crazy son of a bitch!" he yelled.

"If I ever see you in here again treating women like meat, I'm going to feed you to a meat grinder then to pigs. I'm not joking, when a woman says no, she means no!" Natasha spoke sternly before kicking Noah in his gentles, "does this cheap whore make herself clear?" she asked as Noah fell to the floor.

"You're fucking crazy!" he groaned as he covered his manhood.

"I'll take that as a yes" Natasha replied before walking back to the car.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #fanfiction #marvel #black widow #different kind of love

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gh0stsp1d3r · 5 months

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Dec 5 is my birthday :D how do you think stevo would celebrate with me? Im very much so a go-out-to-dinner-with-a-few-people kind of birthday person. Normally i dont like being the center of attention but on my bday i love feeling special lol.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! hope u have a great day!! I queued this for the fifth so I could release it tdy lol

I think he would make it small. He makes it a surprise, and when you enter marks house, stevo, some of your friends, and some of his, all pop out.

Stevo had told you specific instructions to come here, you weren’t expecting this. And they went there because well, marks not broke, and he had a nice house.

They decided on having a nice dinner at the house (they’re all pretty broke)

They get you gifts, and stevo just likes seeing you happy. That’s all that mattered. He made sure you felt special, giving you kisses (a lot) and he gave you a great gift!!

He made sure you felt happy at all times there and he didn’t leave your side once.

#stevo #stevo levy x reader #stevo levy #matthew lillard fluff #matthew lillard x reader

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rhaasted · 5 months

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Tim trying to hide a cold from Ben, because he doesn’t want to seem weak. Ben ends up taking care of him and cooking him food

thank you for the rq :) ! i wanted to do rqs in order but i just had to do a fic for them. this one is my longest one yet, i hope you enjoy!

this is a snz kink fic! cw forrr passing out a little, coughing, fever, some mess nothing too heavy

Tim squinted against the light on his phone, slowly blinking his bleary eyes. He suppressed a groan. His hair was flat on one side, the other spiked up as if licked by a cat. He fumbled with the brightness setting for a moment, finger clumsily swiping down on the setting. His eyes focused on the notifications filling the screen.

dick: r we still on thsi weekend? ij ust got some new games i wanted to try 7:12 AM

steph: dont forget cass bday present 8:20 AM

ben: let me know when you're here : ) 8:24 AM

should i order something? we can split it 8:36 AM

where r u? 9:02 AM

hello? 9:03 AM

Tim sat up abruptly, the panic of being late hitting him in a rush. He ran a hand through his hair, checking the time on the corner of his phone.

9:13.

"Shit!"

He kicked off his blanket, scrambling out of bed. Nearly tripping as his blanket got caught on his heel, he braced his hand on the wall. His vision blurred, warping the walls around him.

Woah. Head rush.

He stumbled into the bathroom, fumbling for the light before flicking it on. Not only did he look like he'd been run over by a bus, the dark circles under his eyes were prominent and unflattering. Great. He combed his hair down, taking his toothbrush out of its stand to squeeze an accidental oversized glob of toothpaste onto it. Spitting quickly, he rinsed his mouth before patting his face with a towel. He looked at the unfolded load of laundry on his bed, deciding on a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved shirt. The shirt looked big on him, successfully hiding his lean frame. He typed a quick message to his boyfriend: so sorry. i didnt forget i slwpt in. ill be right therr.

Tucking his phone into his back pocket, he fumbled around his kitchen drawer for his wallet and keys. His search slowed momentarily, his fingers distractedly feeling around the random items inside. After a pause, he turned, his breath hitching dramatically as he directed a desperate sneeze into the crook of his elbow.

"hht-! heehh'sschhHH'IU!"

He fumbled for his keys another moment, swiped it along with a jacket next to the door, and was out of the apartment so fast the door slammed noisily behind him. He wanted to blame it on being a student. On not having slept, on an ever-worsening workload. But he was never one to make excuses, and at the end of the day, he'd messed up.

When he arrived, he looked around with growing worry only to see a few blonde hairs peeking from behind one of the booths. He jogged over, slightly out of breath — more from stress than anything.

"Ben," he breathed, "I am so, sorry."

The blonde looked startled, blue eyes wide as he observed the young man before him. He set his coffee down, the steam wafting upwards in long, swirling curves.

"That's okay..." he said slowly, noting the fatigue etched into Tim's expression. He blinked. It wasn't like Tim to be late. In fact, most of the time, he had a habit of arriving earlier than Bernard. This was the second time he'd been late in a few days, showing up looking like he'd survived an apocalypse. "Where were you?"

"I overslept," Tim slid into the booth, jacket in hand. "You didn't get my text?"

"Oh." Bernard turned his phone on, opening their conversation. "No...?" He turned the device towards Tim, showing nothing new in their chat history.

Tim opened his phone. He hadn't pressed send.

"Oh. Sorry," he cringed inwardly, exhaling slowly. He felt himself begin to come down from the initial panic of his hectic morning.

Bernard shook his head, running his thumb on the handle of his coffee mug. "You gonna get something to eat?"

Tim's mouth dropped into a small "o," opening a menu Bernard handed him. "I'm not really a breakfast person," he lied, his appetite non-existent. It wasn't a complete lie; he'd actually skipped breakfast for a few days now, having small lunches and even smaller dinners. He chalked it up to being busy, and not feeling hungry. Still, he pretended to scan it out of courtesy, before stealing a peek at the older man over the menu. The blonde looked relaxed, content, as if nothing in the world could dissuade him from having a good time. His cheeks were dusted with pink from exposure to the morning warmth, and the freckles dotting his nose paired handsomely with his cool blue eyes. Tim could have watched him forever. Instead, he shut the menu and ordered a coffee.

"So," Bernard blew on his cup before taking another sip, "what have you been up to? I didn't see you last week."

"Yeah, had to miss class because of something at work. Otherwise I would've been there," he assured. "It'll be the only time that happens. I'm not one to skip class."

"Consistent but not punctual," Bernard teased.

"Well — yes," Tim felt his face grow warm.

The two conversed easily, having similar interests and a hunger for learning. Bernard was friendly and good-natured — Tim was normally more reserved. Still, Bernard's easygoing personality made it easy for him to talk and honestly share his thoughts. As the minutes passed, Tim felt a terrible sting prick the inside of his nose, near the bridge. He mumbled a rushed "excuse me" before clearing his throat, trying to stave off the tickle by wiggling his nose. He tried to focus on Bernard's gentle voice, on making eye contact — but his nose refused to let him enjoy the moment, the tip of it twitching before his sharp inhale interrupted their conversation.

"iihhh! —DDShHHHe'eu!" Fortunately, he turned in time, covering the light mist with the back of his hand. His shoulders hunched slightly, he hitched again, delivering another, "heEH'DDShu-!"

"Oh! Bless you," Bernard laughed lightly, pushing a small stack of napkins towards Tim's side of the table. Tim appreciated the gesture but cringed at the way his upperclassman's eyes darted away at the spectacle.

"Thanks," Tim brought a napkin to his face, rubbing the less-than-soft material under his nostrils as lightly as possible. "Sorry, that one snuck up on me," he admitted, instantly regretting it.

"Don't worry about it. You catching a cold?"

Tim sniffled, pressing a curled finger to his damp septum. "No — must be dusty in here." He tried to clear his throat quietly. They enjoyed another hour or so, talking about their classmates, professors, and their upcoming exam.

A sharp buzz interrupted them, prompting Tim to check his phone.

"Damn, I told my friend I'd help him study for his calc class." He grabbed his jacket, putting it on as he tapped away on his phone.

Bernard checked his watch. "Yeah, I've got class in 30 so I should also get going," he rose slowly, slipping his phone into his pocket. His blonde bangs fell in front of his face as he leaned forward, lips pursing as he tapped his knuckles on the table in an adorable gesture. "I'll see you tomorrow," he smiled down at Tim. "Professor Blake says we're watching a movie tomorrow, so don't forget to bring a pillow."

Tim laughed, shaking his head.

"See you in class."

• • •

"Having a lecture at seven in the morning should be considered a crime," Bernard grumbled quietly.

Tim bent in the seat beside him, pulling his notebook out of his bag. He was genuinely surprised at Bernard's outward distaste for the hour, as he was used to the older man being oddly cheery in the mornings.

"At least it's not calculus," he responded.

"Very true," Bernard gently tapped the butt of his pen on his desk.

Five minutes into the documentary, Tim could feel his nose beginning to run. The cold air had effectively irritated his nose, making his sinuses produce more mucus. It'd be fine if it didn't tickle so much on its way down. But it did, unbearably so. He sniffled as quietly as possible, trying to keep the itch at bay. No dice.

"huuh'SHHhww!"

"Bless," Bernard whispered.

Tim thanked him, turning away as his breath caught for another sneeze. "heeh'DSHHhhew!" He twitched his nose, trying to quell the overwhelming tickle burrowing deeper into his nose. He pulled the collar of his hoodie over his nose, his hand trembling with anticipation. "—XGT!" It squeaked pitifully, and he saw stars behind his eyes from holding it in. "Hhuhh," he sighed through his mouth, worn. He felt something tap his knee.

Bernard was holding a small package of tissues, offering them to him with a small smile. He almost looked embarrassed for him.

"Thank you," he took them gratefully, feeling another one coming on. He snapped his head to the side, aiming a soft "CHSSSHT-!" towards the floor. "Bless me," he mumbled.

Mercifully, the movie ended ten minutes early. Tim had already put his notebook and pens into his bag, hoping to leave the second it ended.

"Before you leave," the professor announced, "tomorrow I will begin reviewing for the exam. Make sure to read the chapters you were assigned before coming to class. You are dismissed."

Tim sighed, the exhale igniting an itch in his throat. He coughed into his elbow, the pressure in his sinuses angrily shifting with his coughs. He pinched the bridge of his nose, turning when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Bless you. Some allergies, huh?" Bernard smiled softly.

"hh-! Yeah," he smiled back tiredly.

It was going to be a long week.

• • •

His body's shutdown began around eleven at night. He'd only been on patrol for a couple hours, but his reaction times were getting worse all the same. A persistent ache had spread from his shoulders to his limbs and back, the cold air only making it worse. After a particularly painful climb up to a neighboring roof, he wisely turned in for the night, resolving to resume his duties the following evening. It wasn't normal for him to give in so easily, but he suspected the progress of a slight fever, and it was beginning to rain.

It would have been the first wise decision he'd made in weeks.

"Tim, you gonna eat?" His friend had put a hand on his shoulder to command his attention. The encounter was a little awkward, as Tim had never known his friend to express concern about something as simple as eating. "Let's get something quick before you go to your next class."

"I had a big lunch," Tim had smiled. "Don't worry about me, I'll probably stop somewhere on the way home."

Make no mistake, Tim was sharp, educated — intelligent. This only sometimes translated into smart habits or wise decisions. While he never wanted to push himself beyond his limits, his dismissal of his body's boundaries had finally landed his immune system in survival mode — there were no more boundaries to push. He would no longer have the luxury of putting others before himself, juggling work, college, and crime-fighting at the same time. He would have to be forced into a complete stop.

Tim grunted as he pulled his window open, the cold air stiffening his fingers. He crawled through it, half-heartedly closing it behind him, taking in the darkness of his room. He strolled slowly due to the unbelievable body ache spanning his entire body. He padded softly into the bathroom, gingerly peeling off his suit as he groaned, skin warm from patrol. He didn't even want to think about going to his 8 AM. At the moment, he was shaking despite sweating in his suit near the night's end. The cold air had encouraged his headache to spread from his ears to his temples, eventually migrating to the rest of his head. Gently pushing his hair out of his face, he could no longer ignore the weight of exhaustion clinging to his limbs. He blinked at his reflection for a moment, mind hazy. His face was flushed, and the stupid bathroom light was hurting his eyes. He flicked it off, his fingers searching for his toothbrush in the dark.

He'd definitely underestimated how much he needed to sleep. Never one to make excuses, his dedication had quickly worked to his detriment. His immune system had finally given out, too used to running on fumes for him to notice in time for the great shutdown. He was strong, but a combination of stress and sickness had attacked his body from the inside out, rendering him useless. He'd been around a few sick classmates, so it was bound to happen at some point, but he'd still been hoping to narrowly escape the nasty flu going around campus.

He gripped the edge of the sink with one hand, tremors wracking his weakened body.

Dragging himself to his bed, he managed to pull the blanket halfway up to his torso before a particularly bad shiver coursed through him.

"huhHh'ppsSChhHH!"

His grip on the blanket tightened, droplets sloppily aimed over his shoulder. Even at their loudest, Tim's sneezes were airy, almost contained — the vocal parts not coming from deep in his chest but rather a rush of air struggling against his vocal cords. Usually, he actively struggled against the buildup, then surrendered to the release. But his struggling immune system had dulled his senses, making a simple sneeze a messy ordeal. The itchy expulsion had only served to mount more pressure onto his headache, and he sucked in a breath, shifting with pain. He breathed through his mouth, soft, feverish pants the only way to get in enough air. Even lying on his back, his nose was stuffed and cold, a thick stream of mess beginning to run down onto his cupid's bow. He spent no more than a few minutes tossing and turning before succumbing to his body's exhausted misery.

• • •

Bernard turned a little in his seat, glancing at the time. 8:17. Tim wasn't in his seat. Bernard sighed inwardly, pulling out his phone. He opened their conversation, sending a quick "you coming?" before slipping it back into his book bag. The lecture passed agonizingly slow, Bernard taking notes here and there while doodling lines on the side of his notebook every few minutes. At the back of his mind, he felt worried — but he convinced himself Tim had likely slept in again, and he was overthinking it. Finally, the clock hit 9:15, and the other students began to loudly put their books away as a sign for the professor to close out the lecture. Ben couldn't help himself — he refreshed his messages. Nothing. Gathering his notes, he decided to stop by Tim's apartment. Just to leave the notes for the day.

Bernard had been to his apartment before, but only to drop off some — stuff, not that it mattered. Tim had gifted him a key to his place, but Bernard had never used it, or had felt the need to use it. He'd never wanted to push the boundaries of their relationship and had left options open to Tim whenever he needed time or space. Bernard realized he might not even be home.

He knocked, his knuckles tapping a loud rhythm on the door.

He waited for a moment, having met no answer.

Another knock, louder this time around.

Nothing.

He took out his keys, easily finding the one to Tim's apartment. His stomach turned nervously. He'd never taken the initiative in this way. After a moment of hesitation, he steadied himself, reminding himself of old thoughts on Tim's ordinarily calm demeanor. Tim trusted him. That should be reason enough.

He stuck the key inside the keyhole, opening the door just enough to peek inside and survey the room's contents. Nothing out of the ordinary, a few textbooks on a table, a jacket left on the sofa. He stepped inside quietly.

"Tim?" He pushed the hood of his sweater back and shook his head a little, his soft hair damp and cold. A few wandering steps, and he tried again: "Tim? Anyone home?"

An unsurprising silence followed.

Bernard sighed, disappointed. He really wasn't home. Finals were soon, there was only so much else that could be more important than reviewing for upcoming exams.

Where could he be?

He wanted to avoid snooping around, and there was no point in sticking around if Tim wasn't going to be home anytime soon. Shivering, he put his hood back on, the thick material thoroughly cold from the outside air. He turned and opened the handle with pale fingers. His hands had warmed up being inside, but going back out into the cold would likely kill any feeling in his fingers. Absentmindedly, he wished he'd brought mittens.

kffh—!

The sound of a soft, congested cough made him freeze. He bent to remove his boots and quickly pulled off his sweater, leaving it on the sofa next to Tim's.

He quietly walked over to his boyfriend's room, finding Tim's slim frame turned away from him, tufts of hair poking out from under a singular blanket. The window was open, not a lot, but enough to let too much of the night's damp air in. He frowned. Had it been open all night? He shut it closed. He cautiously circled the bed, not wanting the young man to panic if — or rather when he found out someone uninvited had come into his home. Kneeling to get a better look at him, he found this wouldn't have been an issue anyway, as the poor man was knocked out cold. He didn't move when Bernard knelt and brushed his sweaty bangs out of his face. His normally pale cheeks were pink, lips parted, an unpleasant rumbling coming from the middle of his chest when he breathed.

"Tim," he called gently, voice smooth and clear. He pulled the blanket back a little before placing his cool fingers on Tim's forehead. His brows drew together. Tim was exceptionally warm, his soft pants warm on Ben's other hand. Still, he managed to look handsome despite... he let his mind wander for a moment before snapping back to the present. "Timmy," he shook the fevered man's shoulder. "Hey, can you hear me?"

Tim's eyes opened a crack, glassy, unrecognizing. They slipped back closed.

Fuck. That's not good.

Bernard pulled the blanket off, revealing Tim's body clothed in shorts and a t-shirt. The young man shivered, then coughed miserably, the quick fit leaving him panting in the aftermath.

"Oh, Tim..." The wheezes tugged at his heart.

He rose determinedly, walking to the kitchen for a glass of water. Pulling the freezer open, he found some ice, a box of frozen waffles, a bag of peas... He was definitely running low in the frozen department. He opened the refrigerator instead. Not much in there either. Guilt gnawed at his stomach. He tried not to blame himself for not seeing it coming, for not encouraging Tim to eat more. He shut the door. No time for that. Right now, he needed to get some food into Tim's system. Some fluids, a fever reducer, or two. He opened a few cabinets and miraculously located two cans of chicken noodle soup. He grimaced. If it were up to him, he'd make the real thing from scratch. But he didn't want to leave Tim alone, and there was nothing to work with in the kitchen. It'd have to wait. He brought a glass of water back with him and set it down on Tim's nightstand.

He moved to the bathroom, pulling a small washcloth off the rack placed against the wall. Running it under the cool water from the faucet, he opened the mirror's door and scanned the small bottles inside. His eyes landed on the ibuprofen, and he nearly breathed a sigh of relief. It would work for the time being. He wrung the cloth out and folded it neatly before returning to Tim's room, setting the pill bottle beside the water. Circling back around the bed, he knelt on one knee, placing the washcloth on Tim's forehead. Tim shifted, a soft moan coming from the back of his throat, making Bernard click his tongue with worry.

"I know, it's okay..."

After what felt like the longest fifteen minutes of his life, he poured the chicken soup into a bowl, blowing on it gently as the steam came up. The bedroom was eerily quiet as he sat on the edge of the bed and steadily continued to blow on the liquid.

"Tim, I need you to eat a little," Ben coaxed. "Please," he added. "Just enough for you to take a little medicine. Can you hear me?" He moved the plate a little closer, steam wafting closer to his patient's face.

Tim's nostrils flared, the tip of his nose pink. "EeH'SSHHUu!..."

Ben felt a light mist on his fingers holding the spoon. "Bless you," his small smile made its way into his voice. He lifted the spoon to his mouth, tasting it to make sure. "Tim. Could you get up for me?"

The blue eyes opened a little, silently regarding the bowl. He opened his mouth, voice hoarse and tired. "I'll do it as soon as I can..." he trailed off, eyes slipping closed once more.

"What?" Unease pricked the back of Bernard's neck. He wasn't making sense.

"Mmh," the young man panted, raising himself from the bed with a shaky arm.

Bernard fed him a spoonful, eyeing him worriedly.

"Cold in here," the washcloth peeled off his forehead, falling onto his lap.

"I know, I'm sorry," Ben humored him, taking the opportunity to feed him a few more spoonfuls while he was sitting up. He grabbed the ibuprofen container and shook a pill out, unable to remember if the dosage called for one or two. After observing the little container for another moment, he found his answer. Just one. Two, if the fever persisted or worsened. He hoped it wouldn't come to that. Tim's eyes remained closed, and Bernard gently put the pill to his boyfriend's lips. Tim accepted the small caplet, swallowing it as he was handed a cup of water. He drank a few gulps before Bernard took the cup from him and lifted the cloth to place it back on his forehead.

Tim gasped quietly, and Bernard's heart skipped a beat. "hahH'SSHHUu!!" He sneezed uncovered, his body attempting to reject all foreign assailants.

"Bless you," Bernard murmured a gentle blessing before kissing his forehead.

• • •

The medicine finally started to make a dent in his condition.

Hours passed, and Bernard had accepted the responsibility of alternating between fever reducers, upping Tim's dose to two ibuprofen when possible. Regularly changing the washcloth on his face, the young man had settled into a routine and kept it up into the evening. He'd even successfully roused Tim enough to take his temperature, and it had improved from an unsettling 102.7 to a better 101.6. At some point, Bernard had wondered if he should take Tim to the emergency room. He decided to wait for the time being, hoping that his fever would break by (preferably) the next day. He couldn't help but feel at fault for how bad Tim had gotten within a matter of days. He'd ignored the signs, relished in Tim's hitching sneezes, and stupidly believed the ridiculous excuse of having allergies. Through the night, he diligently continued his routine with the ibuprofen, finally dozing off at an unhealthy four in the morning. He'd only been asleep for an hour before a hacking set of coughs startled him awake. Pushing himself off the sofa, he walked into the bedroom to find Tim curled into himself, coughs wracking his body. The damp cloth had slid down onto his pillow. Ben approached him worriedly, feeling his forehead for any improvement. It didn't seem like he'd gotten too much better, but at the very least, it didn't feel worse. Tim leaned into his touch, lashes fluttering as he opened his eyes. Bernard smiled and slowly moved his hand to cup his face, running a rough thumb along Tim's cheek. It was almost as if Tim was looking through him, unable to keep his eyes open long enough to really see anything in front of him. Bernard felt him shift, his nose scrunching up with irritation.

"—ISSHHHEEUU!"

He sneezed feverishly, the spray from the tickly explosion landing on the palm of Bernard's hand and wrist.

The blonde's breath caught, his surprise speaking for him: "Trying to get those germs out, hm?"

Tim responded with another hitching breath, shoulders tensing as the vocal buildup took over his body. "hhuh- hh, hH! hHg’zCHHuu- ahh-GSSCHHuu!!..." The thick spray coated the side of the bed, getting on Ben's arm in the process. He was wracked with another full-bodied tremor, his immune system working hard to mitigate his temperature.

"Bless you, handsome," Bernard tucked Tim's hair behind his ear, planting a kiss on his nose.

"—hHHR'hHSSHHhw!"

"Sorry."

• • •

Halfway into day three, Tim's fever had finally started to come down. Which was a massive relief because Bernard had been this close to taking him to the ER. He hadn't been eating or drinking enough for who knows how long, and Bernard wasn't going to cut it close.

Tim awoke to a snoring Bernard, mild chuffs of air worsened by his position in the chair he'd pulled up next to his bed. Tim groaned as he sat up a little, a dull headache still throbbing behind his eyes. He tried to gather his thoughts. He vaguely remembered someone whispering to him, encouraging him, reading out loud every so often. He felt around his bed, finding the edge, gripping it with the little bit of energy he had.

Bernard stirred, sitting up a little. His tired blue eyes focused on the thin man attempting to get up from the bed.

Keyword attempting.

Bernard rose from his seat, whispering a quick jesus christ. His eyebrows drew together. Tim exited his bed, pushing himself up with an unsteady arm. His head swam, and he stumbled forward, mind blank from the complete lack of nutrients in his stomach.

"Shit, you're okay," Bernard caught him, strong arms supporting him in a welcome embrace.

"Hn. Sorry," Tim felt his voice vibrate against Bernard's shirt, wavering from lack of use.

"Nothing to be sorry for." Bernard pulled back, kissed his forehead. "How are you feeling?"

The vigilante grimaced, eyes slowly taking in his environment. "Better," he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Just tired, I think."

"Mmm," Bernard felt his forehead. "You're not as warm as before. That's good. You hungry?"

"A little..."

"Perfect," he held a hand out, and Tim took it gratefully, "I'm gonna make you the best chicken noodle soup you've ever had."

• • •

After eating, Bernard encouraged Tim to return to bed, insisting he catch up on the many hours he'd lost during the semester. Tim, in no shape to argue, reluctantly agreed. After settling into bed, though, his nose made it difficult to comfortably rest; the spices in the food and the warm steam made his nose run. Bernard turned the light in the hallway off, slipping into bed with his boyfriend. Tim turned away from him, putting a hand over his eyes.

"I don't want to get you sick," he worried quietly.

Bernard said nothing, breathing quietly. They lay silent, Tim feeling the mood in the air change.

"What were you thinking?" Bernard kept his voice level.

"I don't know. That I could manage, I guess." He massaged the bridge of his nose, sniffling.

"You didn't," Bernard countered.

"I... I know." He swallowed. "I'm sorry."

The blonde turned, wrapping an arm around Tim's torso. He pressed a kiss to the man's shoulder. "I don't want you to be sorry. I.. want you to know you can rely on me. It's why I'm here." He sighed as if figuring out what he wanted to say. "I want you to trust me." His voice rumbled close to Tim's ear, warm breath tickling his neck.

Tim shivered.

"I do trust you."

"I missed which part of that was you 'trusting me.' Was it when you didn't tell me, or when you lied about not being hungry?" There was no bite behind his words, no judgment. Only an unwavering gentleness, understanding. Tim opened his mouth to reply, but the inhale he took tickled his already irritated nasal passages.

"hh- hhgod, h’IHshhTchhuu-! EI’IISSHHooo!!”

"Bless you." Bernard felt the younger man's shoulders jolt with every sneeze, unable to hold them back.

"snnf-! hheh, ugh." Tim threw his hand up in surrender, dropping it onto the bed frustratedly as he geared up for another sneeze.

"Bless you," Bernard felt Tim's stomach rise and fall with every desperate inhale.

"Can't hh, bless mbe! HG'kjsSHIEU!! AHHdj'shhieooo!" His lips were shiny with spit, and his nose streamed onto his bottom lip. The rims of his nostrils were pink, flaring erratically as he sneezed openly down his shirt, getting Bernard's arm in the process. "Fuck," Tim covered with a shaky hand, spraying it with every helpless expulsion.

"NG'EIGSHHHH!... EHTt'TSSSCHHiieu! Mh," he groaned tiredly.

"That's it, just let them out," Bernard coaxed.

"EpHT'TSSCHHiiu!"

"Bless you, tickly," He teased, lifting Tim's shirt a little, snaking his soft hand under to trace circles on his boyfriend's firm stomach. He brushed his lips on Tim's neck, and Tim gasped, shuddering into another sneeze.

"hhueEhH'GGSSH'UU!"

"Ope, bless you."

Tim coughed, feeling the fit come to a merciful end. "You're gonna get sick," he sighed tiredly.

"Almost wish I minded. Now stop worrying, get some rest."

"Hmm," Tim exhaled sleepily. "Thanks for being here."

"Always."

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