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russellsppttemplates · 7 months

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We need more baby rora and seb content and let’s also not forget Angie

Oh, I just realised I didn't have Angie in my bee blurb

Tw: mentions a bee sting and allergy to it, veterinarians, pregnancy sickness

It wasn't often that you got to enjoy an afternoon like this. The temperature outside was just right for you to be able to have the floor to ceiling windows open in the living room, allowing you to rest on the sofa with your husband while your kids played outside.

"Is little one behaving well today?", he asked, his hand covering your bump and rubbing the area after he pushed the top you were wearing up to rest under your boobs, "yes, I've been feeling good. No more sickness and I can eat your mother's food again", you chuckled. For the last week, your taste buds had been all over the place, and one of your favourite Corinna's recipes was all you could think about, so she cooked it for you, but the moment the tray was set in your counter top, you were quick to go to the bathroom and throw up. "I'm sorry, seems little one isn't as fond of the food as I am", you pouted.

"All is well then, isn't it, little one? You're going to be a handful, I can tell", Mick mumbled, heating a shriek outside following Angie's bark, "Oh, no, the bee stung you!".

Remembering the time Sebastian was stung, and since he was allergic, you both got up as fast as possible, looking for the kids, "what happened?", you asked, seeing the kids looking at Angie, "Seb, where did it sting you?", Mick asked, looking at his son's arms and legs and looking for the red skin spot.

"It wasn't me, papa. It was Angie. She was palying with the bee and the she ate it!", Sebastian explained, making you kneel down and face the Australian Shepherd, looking at her snout for any clues of where it had stung her.

"Angie, I just want to see where you're hurt, okay?", you calmed her down, making her sit down and steady herself. Her mouth started to swell, and when you opened her mouth, you could see a distinct dot on her mouth, "Mick, can you call her veterinarian, please? I can see where she got stung", you said soflty, not wanting to alarm the kids.

While Mick explained to the veterinarian on the phone what had appended, Aurora and Sebastian sat on either side of Angie, petting her fur soflty, "is she in pain, mama?", Sebastian asked pouting, "I don't think so, my love. She seems a little uncomfortable maybe, right Angie?", you looked at her, seeing her snout a little bit more swollen than before.

"So, he said that it usually isn't a big concern, he just prescribed me and antihistamine for her and it's just to make her a little bit more comfortable and prevent further reactions. Otherwise, some ice and rest, and lots of cuddles too, should do the trick", he explained, grabbing his wallet and keys to go to the pharmacy.

Walking inside, you allowed Angie on the sofa while you went to the kitchen to get some ice and a towell to wrap it, "hey, Angie", you called, catching her attention as Aurora shuffled on the sofa so you could sit next to the dog, "it's going to be cold, but papa is also getting your meds, he should be here any minute now", you placed the ice on her snout.

When Mick arrived, you gave Angie the pills before she settled on the sofa, Aurora and Sebastian taking turns in holding the ice pack while you sat in the sofa too, "she kind of looks like Goofy", Aurora pointed out, earning an nod of agreement from her brother, "you'll be back to feeling good again, Angie", you little boy began, "But, please, if you ever feel hungry, you can come to me! You don't need to try to eat a bee. Plus, I even know where mama and papa keep your treats, I can always give you those", he said, petting the dog's fur.

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triforce-of-mischief · 3 months

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Febuwhump Day 9: Bees

A teamup of LU Warriors and TBP Smith from @thatbrokenpromise by @batrogers

Warnings: description of a bee sting, panic attack

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“No no no no NO!”

Smith had collapsed, swearing and screaming, and it took everything Warriors had to remain calm and assess the situation. He had noticed her waving a bug away, and he hadn’t thought anything of it when she flinched back from the persistent pest. Then she was falling to her knees, curling around her hand as she cried out in pain. It wasn’t a reaction that Warriors expected an insect bite (a bee sting?) to warrant, especially from an adult older than he was, but between one second and the next his companion became hysterical with panic.

This reminded Warriors, too much, of Legend. He could only hope that Smith could be helped in the same way.

“Smith, I need you to talk to me,” Warriors said firmly, kneeling beside her. “What happened?”

“It- it was a bee. It stung me,” Smith gasped.

“Okay, a bee sting,” Warriors confirmed. “I know how to help with that. Do you know if you’re allergic?”

“Don’t- I don’t know, but Chief is,” Smith whimpered, shivering so hard that Warriors put his hand on her shoulder to steady her.

“Chief’s allergic? So you know what to look for if you are, too?” Warriors asked, gently taking her hand to examine the sting.

“An- ana-” Smith’s breathing was too shallow for her to finish the word.

“Anaphylaxis, yes.”

The sting looked relatively normal from what Warriors knew; a large red welt would grace Smith’s hand for a few days, but he couldn’t see any excessive swelling. He moved his fingers to her wrist, checking her pulse. Erratic, but strong; she shouldn’t be in danger of fainting.

Smith was sobbing now, inconsolable, and Warriors’ request to touch her face went unheard. He did anyway, feeling her throat for swelling that wasn’t there. Her symptoms lined up with a panic attack, not an allergic reaction. If Warriors had judged incorrectly, it could be a life-or-death mistake- but he had seen so many of Legend’s episodes, and Smith’s reaction was lining up perfectly. Which meant that, once again, Warriors had to push aside his own discomfort to help.

Smith, thankfully, didn’t lash out when Warriors moved to wrap his arms around her. She only resisted the embrace, clinging to his arm instead of letting him pull her to his chest. It was better for both of them; Warriors kept a clearer mind, and Smith had room to breathe. Warriors counted his breaths, deep and slow, waiting for Smith to register and follow suit.

“I can’t find any signs of an allergic reaction,” Warriors said between calm, measured breaths. “You’re not in anaphylactic shock; you’re hyperventilating, so I need you to breathe with me. Even if it feels like you can’t… can you try, please?”

Slowly, Smith returned to herself. She pushed away from Warriors, grumbling and batting him away when he tried to offer comfort.

“I’m sorry,” Smith said weakly, rubbing her eyes with her good hand. “You shouldn’t’ve had to- I shouldn’t’ve-”

“You were panicking and convinced you were dying,” Warriors gently reminded her. “There’s nothing else I could have wanted to do. I’m just glad you weren’t dying.”

“Yeah…” Smith lifted her hand, wincing as she inspected the sting. “Ow.”

“C’mon,” Warriors said, offering his hand. “Let’s get back to your camp so Prince and Chief can fuss over you.”

The ensuing elbow in his side was well worth it.

#linked universe #lu #lu warriors #that broken promise #tbp #tbp smith #febuwhump 2024 #febuwhump day 9 #tw panic attack #fable writes

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jackharloww · 1 year

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You’re traveling somewhere new and Jack has an allergic reaction to something so you have to baby him

“Mommy, I want big lips like daddy,”

You were having your annual bbq dinner party with the Harlow household; this year, it was at your place. It was a beautiful sunny day, so you were all in the backyard hanging out while Brian started the grill. Your best friend Emily, who was more like a sister to you, was also there.

”Aunty Em, look” Grace jumped up and down and tugged on Emily’s dress to get her attention.

“Yes, Gracie?” She looked down at Grace, who was standing with a flower that she had just picked in her hand

“Woooow, it’s almost as beautiful as you are, pretty girl,” she cooed and pinched Grace’s cheeks, making her giggle. Grace ran away to proudly show her flower to everyone.

You walked into the house to grab the meat and gave it to Clay, who went to his dad.

“Stop drooling” you walked up to Emily as she stared down at Clay standing by the grill.

“I can’t help it, he looks better than the meat on the grill. So delicious,” she smirked at you, making you playfully hit her on the arm.

“What are you two whispering about?” Jack asked as he came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulder.

“Nothing,” you both said in union, making Jack shake his head with a smirk. Suddenly he abruptly shook his arm off you and let out a hiss.

“What happened?” You asked, looking at him

“I think a bee just stung me,” he shook it off “it’s fine, it’s nothing,” he continued when he saw your worried look, he bent down to kiss you and then went to check on the grill.

Grace was running around before standing beside you as you set the outside table.

“Mommy, I want big lips like daddy,” Grace laughed, pointing to her dad.

“Yeah, baby, you probably will,” you laughed, not really understanding where that came from.

“He looks funny,” she continued, her comment making you confused, which made you turn around to look at Jack. His lips were really swollen, and so were his eyes.

“Jack, what’s wrong with your face?” You put down the plates, panicked, and walked up to him.

“What?” He asked, confused “My eyes are itching a bit; what’s wrong.”

You took out your phone and showed him the front camera.

“What the hell?” He exclaimed, touching his face

“Are you allergic to something?” You asked, and now he started to panic

“Not that I know of” now everyone turned to look at you two. Maggie ran into the house and grabbed an ice package for him to put on his face. Everyone got worried, which made Grace worry as well.

“Was wrong with daddy?” She lisped and looked at you with tears in her eyes

“Nothing, love, come on, let’s go inside,” Emily answered and picked her up, and they both went inside. You gave her a small “thank you” smile and then turned your attention back to Jack.

“We need to get you to the hospital,” you said and went to grab your purse.

“We’ll stay here; you guys go. Keep us updated,” Brian said, and you and Jack sat in the car, and you drove to the hospital.

It turns out Jack was allergic to bee- stings, fortunately, it was not a strong allergy, and an allergy tablet was everything he needed for the swelling to go down. You were done at the hospital after an hour, and you could not wait to go home and eat.

A/n - I changed it up a little bit 🫣

#jack fic #jack harlow #jackharlow #jack x reader #jack harlow imagine #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow story #harlow #jack harlow stories #jack harlow fluff #blurb #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x reader #jackman #jack harlow x y/n #fluff #jack harlow blurb

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cynicalone94 · 3 months

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Bees

Read on AO3 here.

Adam catches up as he finishes locking the cuffs in place and Jay nods in his direction as he pulls their suspect away from the wall.

“Damn bro.” Adam says, slowing to a walk as he continues toward them. “You really gotta save some of these guys for the rest of us.”

“And let them get away?” Jay says, leaning away as a bee starts buzzing around his head.

“Ouch.” Adam says. “And dude, just a bee.”

Jay glares at him but at that moment the bee decides he’s a threat, stinging his neck.

“Shit.” he mutters.

“We’ll get you some ice back at the station.” Adam says, rolling his eyes.

“Call for an ambulance.” Jay snaps, raising his radio. “Hailey, suspect in custody at Shermont and Columbus. Can you meet us?”

“Yeah.” Hailey replies instantly. “I’ll come save you you boys from a quick walk.”

Jay coughs, swallowing hard.

“Hurry.” he gasps and Adam freezes. “Need – cough – my – cough – epi – cough -”

Jay sinks to his knees and it’s enough to snap Adam out of his frozen shock. He races toward his friend, lifting his own radio and glaring at their suspect.

“You run, I will shoot you.” he snaps. “5021 Ida. I need an ambo at Shermont and Columbus forthwith. Officer down, allergic reaction, possible anaphylactic shock.”

He can hear Hailey shouting for Jay to answer her, promising that she’s on her way but his attention is locked on Jay’s face as his friend gasps for air.

He thinks he’s still breathing but only just and if his airway has already swollen this badly he doesn’t want to think about how much worse it will get.

“Jay?” he says, reaching out to put a hand on his shoulder.

Jay shakes his head when Adam tries to lie him down and he just nods.

Jay keeps an Epipen in his truck so that must mean this isn’t his first experience with this. If sitting up is better, he’ll keep him sitting up.

He settles behind him, supporting him in an upright position and hesitantly rubbing his back.

“Hailey will be here soon.” he promises. “Just try to keep breathing. Nice and easy.”

Jay’s fists are clenched tightly at his sides but Adam can hear him struggling through relatively even breaths so he just sits with him, continuing to rub his back.

But the wheezing is still getting worse and Adam finds himself looking around, hoping Hailey is close.

As if hearing his panic, the truck swings around the corner at that moment, screeching to a halt at the curb.

Hailey flies out, racing toward them with something clutched in her right hand.

She doesn’t even look her husband in the eye as she skids to her knees in front of him, flinging the cap off the autoinjector and jamming it into his thigh.

Jay makes a horrible sound as she depresses the plunger but she doesn’t react, holding it in place for another heart beat before removing it and gently rubbing his thigh to help the medication get into his system.

Only then does she look up, cupping his face with one hand.

“You’re okay.” she soothes. “You’re okay, just give the meds a second, okay?”

He nods, his head dropping to her shoulder.

“I know.” she says, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck. “You can rest. Just keep breathing for me.”

His breathing, which had reduced to pained,whistling inhalations with far too much time between them, starts to ease.

It doesn’t sound good, certainly not the same healthy, strong respirations that had powered him through an impressive foot chase, but he doesn’t sound like he’s about to die right here in front of them.

The three of them sit there for several long minutes, just listening to Jay breathe.

Then he hears another vehicle and looks up, hoping to see the ambulance but its just a pair of patrol officers.

Leaving Hailey to take care of Jay, he gets up and drags the prisoner he’d all but forgotten about over to them.

“Take him back to the twenty first.” he says quietly. “Someone will be there before long.”

“Is he -” one of the officers starts but cuts off as his partner elbows him. “Yes sir.”

They hurry off and he sighs, running his hand through his hair.

“Jay?”

Adam turns back to see Hailey pushing her husband back, trying to look at his face.

“What’s wrong?” Adam asks, hurrying back toward them.

“The epinephrine is wearing off.” she says, sounding scared. “There’s a second injector in the center console of the truck. Can you get it?”

He nods, changing direction and sprinting for the truck.

“5021 Ida. Need an ETA on that bus.”

“Five minutes.”

“Tell them to step on it.” he snaps as he opens the passenger door and dives over the seat to get to the center console. “Epipen just started to wear off. Administering a second one but we need paramedics on hand before that wears off too.”

He grabs the small device and hurries back to Hailey and Jay whose breathing already sounds worse than before the firs injection.

Hailey takes it from him, not hesitating to ram it into Jay’s other leg.

He’s leaned forward, his weight resting entirely on her but his extremities still twitch as the needle enters his body.

The effect is slower this time but his breathing starts to ease again.

“We don’t have long before that one wears off too.” she says, stroking her fingers through Jay’s hair.

“I told them to step on it while I was grabbing the second pen.” Adam tells her. “Any second now.”

The rest of the team shows up but they both ignore them, focused entirely on Jay’s breathing, on praying that he keeps breathing.

The paramedics have to push Adam aside before the pair realizes that the ambulance is here and then they are quick to help lever Jay up onto the stretcher.

An oxygen mask is placed over his face, an IV quickly established and medication pushed.

He’s motionless, both eyes closed and Adam would think he was unconscious were it not for the tight grip that he still has on Hailey’s hand.

She’s managing to stay out of the paramedics’ way while still keeping hold of his hand, stroking his hair and whispering quietly in his ear.

And then the group is in the back of the ambulance and it’s pulling away, leaving Adam alone with the rest of the team.

“What happened?” Voight demands. “Carlton do something?”

“The bee just stung him.” Adam says, staring unseeing past his boss. “He was trying to avoid it and I was making fun of him, I… I didn’t know he was allergic, I swear.”

“Adam.” Voight says, his tone softer. “Making fun of him didn’t make it sting him. What happened next?”

“He was crazy calm at first.” Adam says. “Telling me to call for an ambulance and then radioing Hailey. But by the end of his second message to her he was coughing, struggling to get words out. And then he just went down. And there was nothing I could do but sit there with him, talking to him and encouraging him to keep breathing until she got here.”

“The Epipen wore off?” Kevin asks.

“Yeah.” Adam confirms. “It helped for a minute and then he just went downhill again. We got the second dose in him but… holy shit.”

“He’ll be okay.” Kim tells him. “Hailey’s with him.”

Adam nods, still kind of out of it.

“Kim, why don’t you take Adam to Med with you. Kev, you mind driving Jay’s truck?” Voight says.

The two must agree because soon enough, Kim is leading him away from the scene.

“What about the case?” he mumbles.

“Let’s make sure Halstead is okay first.” Voight says. “Carlton isn’t going anywhere.”

Hailey is prepared to fight anyone who asks her to step out but Ethan doesn’t say anything, just moving around her as needed.

It doesn’t take them long to get the reaction under control and soon Jay is sleeping peacefully. He still has a full oxygen mask over his face but he isn’t fighting for every breath anymore.

“I updated the team.” Will says quietly as he steps back into the room. “Most of them had to head out, get back to the case, but Adam is in the hallway. I think he needs to see him.”

“He can come in.” she says without looking away from her husband’s pale face.

Adam doesn’t stay long, resting his hand briefly on Jay’s chest to feel the steady heart beat and respirations before ducking out of the room.

Another day Hailey might have tried to stop him but she can’t seem to take her eyes off Jay.

“I have to warn you about something.” Will says quietly and she just nods. “Jay has a pretty strong history of biphasic reactions.”

“Of what?” she asks, finally glancing over at him.

“A second reaction, hours after the first with no additional exposure to the allergen.” Will explains. “It’s actually fairly rare but I don’t think Jay’s ever been stung without having one.”

“So he’s going to go through all of this again?” she demands.

“Almost guaranteed.” Will says. “But we’re expecting it. We’re ready for it and we’ll get it under control as quickly as we can.”

“And there’s nothing you can do to prevent it?” she asks.

“Just keep him here under observation for twenty four hours.” he says.

“Well good thing he’s sleeping then.” she says, shaking her head. “Because otherwise he would be demanding to leave already.”

Will huffs a laugh at that and she looks over with a small grin.

“At least we know it’s coming.” he says after a minute. “The first time he got stung they got everything under control and then watched him for about an hour before sending him home. Mom always used to say she had two heart attacks in one day.”

“How old was he?” Hailey asks.

“Three.” Will tells her. “It’s actually one of my earliest memories. Him getting stung and the first reaction is pretty vivid but it’s later that night that really stuck for me.”

She doesn’t say anything and he continues.

“He was sleeping then too.” he says, and she watches him trail his fingers over his brother’s arm. “We got home and he was so tired but he wouldn’t let mom put him to bed, just clung to her so eventually she ended up spending the evening on the couch with him lying on her chest. Around nine or so she took him up to his room and was trying to coax him into bed when he started coughing again. She shouted for my dad and they rushed us into the car and back to the hospital.”

“That sounds terrifying.” Hailey says.

“Yeah.” he agrees. “The time when he was thirteen was a lot better.”

“Why?” she asks.

“Some doctor tried to send us home.” Will tells her. “Kept promising mom that he didn’t need to be observed for the full recommended twenty four hours and that he was sure nothing would happen. But Mama Bear wasn’t having it. Sure enough, two hours later his throat starts closing up again. The poor idiot was so sure she was going to sue him.”

“Not mom’s style.” Jay says slowly without opening his eyes. “Made a... big show... of ... considering it ... though.”

Hailey giggles.

“The more I hear about her the more I wish I’d gotten the chance to meet her.” she says sadly.

Silence falls over the room, all three of them wishing they’d had more time with the Halstead matriarch.

“How do you feel, bud?” Will asks after a moment.

“Tired.” Jay says. “Hate this.”

“Yeah.” Will soothes. “Hate to be that guy but you’ve got the biphasic to look forward to still. Why don’t you try to rest?”

Jay nods, squeezing Hailey’s hand.

“Thanks... for ... coming ... to get me.” he says.

She kisses his forehead.

“Always.” she promises. “Sleep. I’ll be here.”

And with that he slips back into a deep sleep and she sits back.

It’s been a terrifying day and it doesn’t sound like it’s over just yet but she’ll be here and they’ll get through it together.

#febuwhump 2024 #febuwhumpday9 #bees #yeah that's right #Jay Halstead #chicago pd #whump fic

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jeremy-ken-anderson · 11 months

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Ooo, you stinka

I was ten minutes into looking up facial swelling in dogs - the recommendation was to take her to a vet because a) the list of possibilities was pretty expansive; bee sting or spider bite was possible, allergic reaction to something she ate in the yard was possible, simple pollen allergies were possible...and b) if the swelling spreads from the cheeks to the throat it can be very dangerous.

And I come back out to give the lump on her cheek a closer look and this dog looks me dead in the eye and she swallows it.

She’d saved a chunk of her post-walk dog treat and had been sucking on it like a candy for a good ten minutes.

Like babies, dogs are so amazingly good at eliciting equal parts relief and frustration. Like when I was first learning to walk I got mom’s fine wine glasses and there I was at the top of the stairs and I said, “Look mommy, Clink!” and I tinged them together gently, then walked down one step. And again, and again, probably 12 of the most stressful steps of my mom’s life. I made it fine, the glasses were unharmed, but Oh Boy.

#dogs

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bluedragonbooks · 1 year

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Adjacent 04 of 25

Don't get me wrong. I'm no prude. Despite much embarrassment during our teenage years Mother had given us a liberal dose of education in the finer points of sex, sexuality, and the mysteries of the male and female body once puberty came knocking; she had also encouraged us to experiment - safely and with respect. She also respected our privacy, but she had demanded certain niceties in return and discouraged furtiveness.

Elric for some reason had taken this on board without question; often embarrassing some poor smitten girl by introducing her to Mum and asking her to stay for Breakfast. For some unknown reason, this mostly worked in his favour. I had taken Mum's advice and done some experimentation on my own. Several of the village girls thought I was worth a tumble; tho on reflection, this often seemed a ploy on their part to get closer to Elric.

The Blacksmith's Apprentice made more than one visit to my bed, tho he declined to stay for breakfast; pleading the need to rise early and stoke the forge. He was pleasantly muscled and decidedly enthusiastic in his love making; but after each visit I would develop painful hives where he'd lain against me. After one particularly painful bout I asked my mother about it. She had sighed and led me to the window "Watch him working, what do you see?"

I'd watched him for a while, stoking the fire, pounding on a piece of steel, appreciating his muscles and sweat and his outline against the sparks. Damned teenage hormones, I'd just ended up getting aroused.

Mother looked at my flushed face, and realised I wasn't thinking clearly. "The sparks you cow-eyed fool; they get into his clothes and into his skin; iron in his skin ... you're lucky you're only a half-blood or I suspect it would affect you worse. Sadly lad, I expect the reaction will get stronger each time he visits, like people who gradually grow allergic to bee stings and such. Has it indeed been getting worse each visit?"

My mother and I had never actually had this conversation. We'd danced around it plenty but never put the words in the air for fear of actually saying them or having them heard.

Iron in his skin ... "Yes, it's been getting worse each time ... So, my father was Fae then?"

"I honestly can't say for sure. Probably not pure-blood Fae, but I suspect Fae touched at least or somehow associated with them; That was why there's no iron in this house except for your brothers’ mail and sword; and I keep those locked in Oak. I've seen you handle them and other iron without harm, but only briefly." She laughed, "but having that lad inside you, shaking the whole house with his thrusting. No wonder some of his sparks rubbed off and got under your skin in the bargain."

I felt my face get even hotter. She laughed again. "I've taught you better than that; no shame to be had in a bit of consensual fun. Get away with you, go and have a hot bath to open your pores and give yourself a good scrubbing with soap sand and thyme to get rid of it. Then you have to figure out a way to break it off without breaking that boys’ heart; he's as fond of you as you are of him."

Several days later serendipity had intervened; I was going questing with my brother and was able to bid my Blacksmiths Apprentice a teary goodbye, without breaking his heart. As much as I would have enjoyed it, I chose to avoid one final night of passion and the inevitable consequences, by pleading a need for a good night’s sleep in preparation for an early departure.

…

We’d been on the road a month when we got to “Two Bends” which was short for “tween two bends on Tyne”, a trading town that had sprung up on the Tyne River - between two bends. Rural folk aren’t renowned for inventive naming. The river was slow and wide here and an ancient causeway allowed crossing, one of only three crossings on the river. A week downstream you could cross by ferry at one of the few places where the canyon relented. Upstream, a week by foot and uphill all the way, you could cross at an ancient stone bridge that spanned a narrow spot in the canyon thru which the waters roared. Despite this the River Tyne wasn’t the obstacle we dreaded; what we dreaded was the forest.

Shortly after crossing the Tyne, you are confronted with the Eastern Range, a range of mountains that forms the Eastern border to the forest. The Western border to the forest is the escarpment - the edge of the highlands. Sometime in our history, a great earthquake had split the lowlands from the highlands, creating the Tyne, and both the Eastern Range and the escarpment … and the Riven Lands … a broad fertile valley filled with the ruins of a long-lost empire and the forest that had claimed it back.

There was nothing inherently bad about the forest; none had come to harm there; there were no monsters or great beasts or much of anything except the forest and the things that usually live in forests. But there were only the 3 crossings, and each took at least a week on foot; and anyone who spent a week crossing the forest knew instinctively why no-one had ever tried to build a village in its midst. Something about the forest inspired care and superstition, and people didn’t linger in their crossing.

We had enough coin between us for a weeks’ worth of supplies or for a pack animal, but not both. So, we were limited by what the 3 of us could carry. The consensus was you didn’t light fires in the forest unless you could find a clearing with a rocky outcrop. So cold and dried provisions that packed a lot of energy it was.

The Wizard and Elric left it to me, and I was able to put together 3 packs of food that should last each of us a week. Water wouldn’t be a problem, and I was hoping I’d be able to gather berries and the like to supplement our supplies as we walked. I had a hidden pocket in my satchel were a few gold coins for emergencies, but I hadn’t had to use those; in fact, I had a few coppers left over from our supply budget - which was enough for a small supply of travellers’ biscuits as insurance.

#adjacent #fantasy #LGBTQ fiction #writers of tumblr #short story

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bokettochild · 3 years

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i've kinda always thought that legend would a beekeeper. he just looks like he'd bee one, if that makes sense. don't know, can't explain it

Honey, you can't expect that this wouldn't join Ketto's Cottagecore Collection :)

There are many things that Ravio likes about Hyrule.

Mr. Hero’s bees are not one of them.

Oh, he loves the life that the bees spread, the flowers they tend, he loves dolloping gobs of honey over his bread while Mr. Hero watches with something that is shock, concern and awe all at once. He enjoys the gentle humming that always drifts in through the windows and sets the mood for a busy day, and he likes watching Mr. Hero putter about the hives with that soft little expression on his face, a tune on his lips that the bees seem to echo in their hums.

(He also likes the silly little dances Mr. Hero will break into while he works when he thinks no one is watching).

But what he doesn’t like are the bees themselves.

Mr. Hero, unfortunately, loves them.

“Does it have to be here?” Rupee green eyes peek out from out from under his hood as he stares across the table. It’s one of those rare moments between darting across Hyrule and Lorule where Mr. Hero will stop and stay at the house for a day or two. Not that his housemate really has a choice, Mr. Hero’s leg is busted horridly, and kingdom to save or no, he can hardly limp around the house, much less tromp all over the kingdom.

“She’s fine.” Mr. Hero’s voice is softer than normal, smooth as honey as a soft expression plays over his usually scowling face, watching the bee that crawls over his hand with a fond expression as the tiny thing attends to a droplet of honey from their mid-day meal. Three or four others buzz around the hero’s head, his ears twitching ever so slightly as he tracks their motions. But still, Mr. Hero is as calm as could be as he munches some bread, violet fixed on yellow and black stripes.

Ravio himself is half a buzz away from jumping up from the table and hiding in the bed-room. “They’re bees!”

“Hush!” Mr. Hero’s face twists into a scowl, scolding but harsh. “Don’t be so loud, you’ll scare them.”

“I’ll scare them?” Seriously? Does Mr. Hero have no care for his feelings? “Mr. Hero, I don’t mind if dear come to trim your front yard. I don’t mind if birds fly in through your windows to wake you up. I don’t mind if rabbits help you work in the garden or kangaroos appear in the living room, or even if there’s a bear restocking the woodpile. But bees?” He has to fight not to raise his voice as Mr. Hero stares at him. “Why?”

“They’re harmless. And they’re just helping out.”

“They sting!” Ravio whimpers, drawing his arms close to his chest as a particularly inquisitive insect buzzes over to investigate the green eye patches of his bunny robe.

“Only monsters.” Mr. Hero’s smile is sickly sweet and utterly terrifying, and Ravio finds himself shivering at the sight of the dark clouds that flash through his doppelganger's eyes.

“Yes, well. I’m not exactly Hylian.”

Mr. Hero only snorts at that, but from that point on, Mr. Hero stopped setting out a little dish of honey on the countertop while they ate.

It is annoying that he chose to put it on the porch though.

“What are the little bumbly things?” Tune asks, staring at him with his face twisted up in confusion. “And why is everyone else scared of them?”

Ravio’s head shoots up from his bag, eyes flitting around nervously as he searches for the “bumbly things” in question, only to have the kid point out a whole nest of them perched in a tree not far from their camp, a few soldiers standing about and pointing, their idiot selves likely considering the pros and cons of raiding it.

“Bees.” He clips back, voice strained as he tries to force a smile for the youngster. “They make honey and wax and things.”

Tune frowns, silver-teal eyes flickering in thought. “I’ve never heard of bees before. I don’t think we have them on the great Sea.”

“Don’t have what on the Great Sea, kid?” Mr. Captain Hero Sir questions, and Ravio jumps in surprise when he sees the man leaning over him to look at the sailor.

“Mr. Captain Hero Sir!”

“Ravio.” The leader’s face melts into a lovely smile, bright and honest in a way it isn’t most of the time anymore. “What are you two talking about?”

“Bees.” Wind points again to the nest in the tree, and Mr. Captain Hero Sir’s face melts into a tired frown that only becomes a scowl as he spies Mask already halfway up the backside of the tree where the soldiers can’t see him.

“Bees.” Comes the tired sigh.

“Mr. Hero keeps bees.” Ravio muses. It’s been forever since he’d seen his dear friend, and it makes him worry. Is Mr. Hero eating enough? Who’s making sure he doesn’t fall asleep on the floor? Who’s keeping the house clean so he can tend the orchard? Is someone there to make sure that there’s food in the house? That trips are made to the market?

Oh heavens! Worry gnaws away in his chest. What if the soldiers have caught Mr. Hero again? What if he’s been hurt and there’s no one there to help him clean and dress the wounds?

The animals that flit over the house like something out of a fairy tale can only do so much, and blood will only scare them away, just as sure as Ravio’s startled squeaks and whimpers would.

“Hey.” A warm hand settles on his shoulder and he finds himself looking up into rich royal eyes as Mr. Captain Hero Sir stares down at him with concern. “You okay?”

“I’m worried.” He murmurs in return, fingers fiddling with the edges of his scarf. “But there’s nothing that can be done about it, not yet.” He tries for a smile, but he knows based off of his friend’s reaction that either it can’t be seen beneath his hood or that it’s not convincing. “Go get Mask, Mr. Captain Hero Sir, before he gets himself stung.”

There’s a sharp cry or three and the angry buzzing of bees and the three of them wince collectively. “Or not.” The tired captain sighs, patting his shoulder gently before darting over to the campfire and grabbing one of the discarded torches.

“What-”

“Smoke calms bees down.” Ravio answers before Tune can finish asking the question. “Mr. Hero uses it when they get really fussy.”

Tune stares at him oddly, but doesn't ask.

That evening, Ravio finds himself with an armload of Mask while the kid sulks and pouts, grumbling and swearing under his breath as the merchant and captain work together to free him from his bee inflicted torture.

“Thank the goddesses you’re not allergic.” Mr. Captain Hero Sir scolds, waving his tweezers in Mask’s face while Ravio tries his hardest to focus on a stinger lodges between the kid’s fingers, fighting winces and whimpers of his own while Mask sits through the scolding and treatment with only the occasional hiss and glare.

“I’ve dealt with bees before.” Their youngest huffs petulantly.

“Wild bees?” Mr. Captain Hero Sir cocks a brow, disbelieving.

“Forest bees.” The kid rolls his eyes.

“Well then you should know by now not to mess with them.” The captain sounds, and acts, so much like a tired father that it makes Ravio smile softly.

How would Mr. Captain Hero Sir deal with Mr. Hero’s snark and sass, he wonders.

How would the captain handle yet another self-sacrificing teenager who really needs an adult, he muses that night, as two sticky pre-teens curl against the captain’s sides, the three wrapped in the man’s scarf while Mr. Captain Hero Sir strokes their blonde heads. Mask is drooling and Tune keeps twitching and snoring loudly, but the man who holds them couldn’t look more at peace.

Bright blue eyes meet his own over the campfire’s flames. “There’s room for one more.”

The snort pushes itself from him before he has a chance to stop it. “Where?”

The man smiles, shifting and pulling Mask into his lap, the kid nestles against his chest, tucking his thumb in his mouth slowly in a motion that has Ravio cooing softly while the captain laughs. “Such a grown up.” Mr. Captain Hero Sir teases softly, knowing full well the target can’t hear him, before patting the ground next to him. “Here.”

Ravio doesn’t say no. Mr. Captain Hero’s arms aren’t as warm and safe and home-like as Mr. Hero’s, but they’re nice, and it’s closer to home than he is on the opposite side of the fire. As he settles down, the captain smiles at him, face cheeky as he motions to the bowl still sitting at his knee. “Honey?”

After that night, he successfully impressed two heroes of courage with how much honey he could eat, and when the light had faded fully, Mr. Captain Hero Sir found himself with three snoring boys I his arms, each full to bursting with sweet golden honey, and each nursing more than a few stings.

When Impa made her rounds, whispering a teasing comment about going soft, the captain only shot her a grin and a playfully rude gesture, making the woman laugh.

“Bees!” Tune- no, Wind- chuckles, pointing out the hives behind the house as if he’s never seen the creatures before.

Captain hero Sir Jr. Winces, pulling away from the field as his father- brother? Snorts out knowing laughter behind them.

“Yeah.” Mr. Hero shrugs. “They help keep the orchard healthy and provide us with honey and wax. We practically need six colonies with how much honey Ravio eats.” The jab is playful but the easy smile on Mr. Hero’s face fades when he sees the uneasy way that all of the others are staring at the hives, Captain Hero Sir Jr. backing away and shaking his head slowly, soft murmurs of ‘no, no, no’ sounding as he and Wind exchange looks.

Mr. Hero crosses his arms. “You’re not all afraid of bees, are you?”

Guilty glances are exchanged between the heroes.

“To be fair,” Captain Hero Sir Jr. raises one hand, looking every inch the over-grown child that he is. “They sting.”

The simple statement has Mr. Hero blinking slowly in disbelief as the others all nod along, murmurs of agreement humming along with the bees as the vet stares in shock. “You’re all scared of bees?” A nervous shuffle spreads through the group, worsening as several of the fuzzy insects in question begin to make their way over. “Unbelievable.” Mr. Hero breathes, throwing his hands up.

“They- they sting.” Ravio reminds him, shivering as several of the creatures in question begin to land on Mr. Hero’s arms and hands, tiny les crawling along as the insects look for their favored snack in the hero’s grasp.

Mr. Hero raises a hand. “Look,” He almost sounds pleading. “Sky, pities sakes, it’s like a hummingbird!”

That seems to work on Mr. Chosen Hero, who peers forwards carefully, but none of the others are convinced.

It’s nervous glances that are thrown around the house by the heroes.

The bees followed Mr. Hero inside and even by his own admission he can’t force them back out without upsetting them, so instead he lets them hover around his ears and crawl over his fingers, an odd little expression on his face as they do so.

Ravio and the heroes give him a wide berth.

“Okay.” Mr. Traveler Hero frowns. “Is Legend being weird, or is that just me?”

“He’s always like this.” Ravio sighs, clutching his scarf in both hands and worrying the fringe he’d sewn onto this one. “You should see the lawnmowers.”

The heroes share a look. “Lawnmowers?”

“Deer.” He replies, an easy smile pulling at previously tensed features. “All sorts of forest animals really. It’s a nice help, but I can’t stand the bees.”

“Ah.”

A giggle breaks their focus, and shocked faces whip around to where Mr. Hero is curled up in his chair, cheeks pink as bees swarm over him, buzzing happily while the vet giggles and chortles softly, muffled complaints sounding from behind his hands. “Ladies, please! I’m-” Another laugh breaks the silence, violet eyes glittering in the fading light of the kitchen as Legend reaches up to gently remove a bee from where it’s crawling over the tip of his ear.

“The vet’s ticklish.” Mr. Rancher breathes, mischief lighting a dangerous fire in his eyes as he watches Legend plead with his insect friends to leave him alone.

“Oh yes!” The mischief is echoed in Mr. Chosen Hero’s crystal blue gaze as he winks. “Very.”

Soft titters and gentle laughs sound and the rest are drawn close as the vet playfully bats away the bees, begging and pleading between laughs as buzzes that could almost be laughter sound.

One of the tiny things settles on Mr. Smithy’s nose, humming lightly as the smithy stares at t in horror before buzzing off again harmlessly.

The next morning at the breakfast table, Mr. Hero makes extra certain to close the window while Ravio sets out fresh tea and biscuits, accompanied by warmed honey.

Mr. Hero isn’t safe however, and Mr. Chosen Hero makes a point of proving how ticklish the vet can be when he gently rubs his fingers over the tips of Mr. Hero’s ears. The honey wand drizzles sweet syrup everywhere as a startled and breathy laugh sounds, his friend batting off a grinning Mr. Cosen Hero and begging for him to stop.

“Sky! Sky please! Oh golly! Dad! Stop!”

When at last the caped hero releases Mr. Hero it’s with a beaming flush over his face while the vet groans against the hardwood table, honey absolutely everywhere.

“Quite buzzy there, honeybee.” Ravio chuckles, grin spreading wider at the half-hearted scowl sent his way.

#bees #ketto writes cottagecore #linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu legend #lu wild #lu sky #lu warriors #lu wind #lu time #ravio's funky names for everyone #fluffics

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alwaysahiccupandastrid · 3 years

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How Bad is Sia’s “Music” really?

I watched it illegally (because there was no way I was paying for that bullshit) and found out. It’s not as bad as we thought... It’s worse.

TW for ableism, Sia, drugs, alcohol, just in general a terrible movie, meltdowns, blackface

Literally the first thing you hear while they’re showing the production companies is THOSE stereotypical noises. If you’ve seen the trailer, you’ll know what I mean.

And yes, she does this for the WHOLE fucking movie

What was the need to show her in her underwear? Maddie Ziegler was 14 when this was made, so what was the need??? And why did Sia prolong the scene by having her hitting herself?

Less than a minute in and my reaction was already “what the fuck is this shit?”

So the opening number not only had stereotypical exaggerated facial expression, it has Maddie in BLACKFACE?!? And with culturally appropriated hair?!?

The exaggerated facial expressions are literally constant and I took photos during the film to show it, more later, but I’ll keep mentioning it

ITS LITERALLY THE WHOLE FUCKING TIME SHE IS ON SCREEN

Even her way of walking is fucking offensive, Jesus Christ

The vocalisations just had me cringing so hard, I cannot describe how awful it made me feel

Why do all the neighbours need to be paid off and help her when she goes for a walk? I don’t-

Yes, by about the five minute mark I was already seriously debating all my life decisions. It was that bad.

Kate Hudson really didn’t give a fuck that her grandma died

I will keep saying it but WHY are the facial expressions/vocalisations CONSTANT?!! Literally they do not stop at all. I work with a child who is actually similar to this in that he’s nonverbal and he makes similar noises/faces, but the way they’re in this movie is so over-exaggerated?!? And even the kid I work with doesn’t do it 24/7?!?

Sia, calling your characters Zu and Music doesn’t make them interesting in the slightest. They’re still painfully terrible and one dimensional

Literally ONE minute after being left alone with her autistic sister, Zu calls the mental health service asking if they could “theoretically” “pick up” her sister?!? Like she wants to get rid of her already?!?

“A magical little girl” - autism isn’t a magical power?!? And Music is a young woman, not a little girl?!? Why are you infantilising her?!?

Okay I’m not being funny but this choreography is NOT hard. ANYONE can do it, so claiming that you needed to hire a dancer to be Music because of the numbers is literally bullshit (and even so, there are so many amazing autistic actors and dancers?!?)

20 minutes in and I wanted to give up

So she had her first meltdown because her hair didn’t get braided immediately and that’s... certainly interesting??

The fact that Leslie Odom’s character says “I’m going to crush you now”?!?

AND THEN HE FUCKING PICKS HER UP AND FULL-BODILY PINS HER DOWN ONTO THE FLOOR

“I’m crushing her with my love” - oh fuck you, just fuck you

So Sia lied, the restraint scenes were NOT removed and there was no warning. She’s a fucking POS liar

I have no idea why he’s called Ebo or why he has such a cliche African accent?!? I might have missed out on why because I was busy trying not to bang my head into the table while I watched this film but just... yikes

“He (his brother) liked to be held” - YEAH, HELD. NOT FUCKING CRUSHED

“He is dead now” - IM NOT FUCKING SURPRISED IF YOU CRUSHED HIM LIKE THAT

The constant babying and patronizing of the autistic character is so exhausting to watch. I’m so tired

“Planning on sending her to the people pound but I guess I’ll keep her a little longer” - SHE WAS JOKING BUT THAT WAS NOT EVEN REMOTELY A FUNNY JOKE. NOT EVEN IN AN AWKWARD WAY

STOP THE FACES IM-

^ YEAH, Sia, totally a fucking love letter to the autistic community here ^

So Zu finds this necklace she made as a kid that had a little dog on it, and she says to Music, “He had seizures too, just like you”... MELTDOWNS AND SEIZURES ARE NOT EVEN REMOTELY THE SAME FUCK THIS MOVIE-

It’s like Sia is trying to make the movie funny but it’s really not at all

Is Zu implying that Music is autistic because the mum was a junkie?!?

For real though, the dialogue in general is so fucking awful and cringey. Whoever wrote this should never be allowed to write again

Did she seriously leave her autistic sister alone to talk to who I’m presuming was her dealer or loan shark?!?

Also why is he - a white dude - wearing cornrows?!?

So who is the film really about? The autistic girl or the older sister saviour? I think we all know the answer to that one

WHY IS SHE WALKING AROUND WITH HER TEETH JUTTING OUT LIKE THAT ALL THE TIME

The musical numbers are literally so painful to watch. The overly bright colours, the flashing... my eyes were hurting and so was my brain

Autism representation aside for a second, the musical numbers/choreography are all fucking atrocious. Ditto for the costumes

LIKE WHAT THE FUCK WERE THE PINK OOMPA LOOMPA FRUIT THINGS?!? THEY LOOK LIKE THE PINK VERSIONS OF VIOLET BEAUREGARDE THE BLUEBERRY

I wanted to cry by this point, this movie is far more awful than I thought

“I’m not saying she doesn’t want to change, I’m saying she can’t” - FUCK YOU. Why is it okay for him to assume what she can or can’t do

Can I just say that autistic people aren’t constantly in a coked up wonderland state?!! We don’t see the world as a wonderland fantasy world 24/7?!!

“She can hear you from two rooms away” / *shows her listening through two brick walls to a conversation* — Also, we don’t have super fucking sonic hearing?? WE CANT HEAR THROUGH FUCKING BRICK WALLS?!?

“She can understand everything you’re saying to her” - she’s autistic not fucking deaf

Less than 45 minutes in, there’s another meltdown in the park

“I’m not climbing on top of a small screaming white girl in public” - yeah please fucking don’t

So Zu fucking pins her down with her weight 🤦‍♀️

“She doesn’t know who she’s hitting” - IM SORRY WHAT

EBO LITERALLY SAID “TREAT HER LIKE A BEAR” when talking her through the prone restraint, I fucking CANNOT

“Tell her she’s safe” - NOT IF YOU FUCKING RESTRAIN HER LIKE THAT SHE IS NOT

The fact that she gets up, smiling and happy after a meltdown and immediately is excited to get a snow cone... I can honestly say that after a meltdown, I am in no way happy or smiling. I am often not very verbal and I’m withdrawn/not myself for at least several hours, usually the rest of the day. Fuck this film

This film is literally just about Zu, and Music is there for a plot device to give her character development. That’s all she’s there for.

Love how Sia shoehorned Zu being suicidal in there. You know, just to try and make her more easy to sympathize with (it doesn’t work)

This film is literally just a 1 hour 47 minute Sia music video with ZERO plot

WHY WERE THEY WEARING PILLOW DIAPERS IN ONE NUMBER-

I really did not feel into the side plot with that guy who was fighting but it was still better than the actual movie so...

I am SO DONE with the NON STOP CONSTANT vocal shit. So tired.

LOJ’s only role in this film is to be the stereotypical wise black guy who assists a white woman’s story. There’s like hardly any other depth there

The Ebo/Zu romance is so fucking stupid and pointless and out of NOWHERE. I couldn’t even tell if they were into each other or not

I was already so bored of the musical numbers by this point. They added NOTHING to the plot but they pretended they did, and I was so over it. And it’s not because I’m not “creative enough” or anything to understand, I love musicals and I think it could have been cool if done right... but it wasn’t. They were a mess. It’s just bad.

Sia really tried to pretend her movie was deep but really it’s a shallow mess

So Zu is meeting rich drug clients and says to Music “try not to have one of your freak outs up there” and “if you could try to get it out now”... FUCKING YIKES. It’s not an on/off button, shut the fuck up

YEP THIS WAS THE SIA CAMEO FUCK THAT BITCH

The fact that she just calls “DRUG DEALER?!? DRUG DEALER IS THAT YOU”, fucking end this please-

I fucking hate this bitch I’m dead serious

“We’re gonna send them to Haiti cause there’s been an earthquake. All these buildings fell down, children’s bones were dislocated” - WHY WAS SHE SO CHEERFUL ABOUT IT

“Gonna buy a shit load of pain meds, gonna but them on my private plane” - FUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOU

“Pop stars without borders” - Sia thinks she’s so clever but I would give anything to punch her I swear-

ANOTHER MUSICAL NUMBER JUST STOP IM BEGGING YOU

There’s this awkward conversation/bit with Zu and her drug dealer/loanshark about his outfit that was clearly meant to be funny but was just flat and painful

Yep, Sia really showed Music eating chewing gum off the underside of a park bench. Of course.

Look, the kid I work with does similar stuff by putting literally anything and everything in his mouth but like... why would you put that in your movie?

And there’s no indication before this that Music puts everything and anything in her mouth, she just randomly decides to get on her knees, under the bench and eat chewing gum, like she calculates that it’s there and gets it???

She has a THIRD meltdown after an allergic reaction to a bee sting and her sister just yells at her before realizing... I’m not here for this movie, I feel like I drifted off and was not really there

So Zu got angry because she left the drugs at the park but she’s not that upset that her sister had an allergic reaction???

Zu gets absolutely drunk because a) she lost Sia’s drugs and b) she’s stressed out by her autistic sister... wow, great message, Sia!

She really fucked off and left her sister alone to go clubbing/on a bender

The less said about the musical number here the better

Sia’s movie also checks the box of having stereotypical Asian parents, specifically stereotypical Asian dad being harsh/angry and hitting his wife!

ALSO HE PUSHED AND KILLED HIS SON WTF IS HAPPENING

Less than 3 minutes after the last, there’s a musical number that I think was about this side character going to heaven... another shitty Sia-esque number

The patterns during the number made my brain hurt.

Also there are so many autistic actors who can also dance, and yet Sia chose the neurotypical one because ✨ N E P O T I S M ✨

I just want to know how it was deemed necessary to show the fact the autistic character peed/wet herself? I mean... ??? It’s just so undignified and not at all necessary to the plot. Nothing happens after that, it just moves onto the next scene and it didn’t do anything

“I have no one” - 1) YOUR FUCKING SISTER. 2) GEE I FUCKING WONDER WHY, couldn’t be that you’re a shitty human being?!?

There’s a scene where Music is walking and she does ALL the stereotypical behaviours at once... just YIKES

Zu somehow stopped another meltdown just by grabbing Music by the shoulders and sitting her down???

Aaand yep. Another shitty musical number

Zu really goes to put her sister in a fucking facility and claims it’ll be “better for her” - BULLSHIT. Better for Zu, maybe, not Music.

Ah yes - the girl who the characters have said has problems with routines being changed/change in general... you’re now going to fuck up her routine by dumping her in a facility. Perfect Plan.

The nonverbal autistic girl suddenly speaking to say “don’t go” - you can just predict it from the off, can’t you?

Love that as soon as Music starts talking, Zu is like “fuck it, I’ll keep her!”

Zu really went and crashed Ebo’s brothers wedding... in a fucking bralette... YIKES

“I almost gave Music away” - SHE IS NOT A DOG YOU DONT GIVE PEOPLE AWAY

“We should sing a song” - PLEASE DO FUCKING NOT

Also that kiss/romance montage between Zu and Ebo was the CRINGIEST fucking shit ever

This movie seems to be implying that Music has locked in syndrome or something, like she’s locked in her own head or whatever it’s called, and I just... *sigh*

Oh and now Music magically fucking sings in a room FULL of strangers... this is literally embarrassing, please let this end

I mean it, this movie was fucking painful to watch on ever level

She got a service dog puppy which... okay?

Oh look, it’s the only decent song on the soundtrack but with an absolutely shitty over-stimulatory music video with the credits!

I can only name 5 characters in this film. Maybe 7 at a push, but even then I would be guessing

AND YEP SHE THANKED AUTISM SPEAKS OVER THE CREDITS. FUCK YOU SIA 🖕🏻

Let me reiterate: this is a movie about a neurotypical former drug addict whose character development comes from the autistic character, from having an autistic sister she has to take care of. I’m so tired.

We are NOT plot devices or tools for character development. Not once does anyone in this film treat Music like a human being - she’s treated as a burden, a problem, and then like a pet that they decide to keep. Not once is the film focused on how she is feeling - it’s always about Zu or Ebo. The performance itself was so over exaggerated and it made me want to cry when I watched it because this is how the world sees us, and this movie will make it ten times worse. It’s stuff like this that made me think “I don’t want to be labelled as autistic because people will think I’m a certain way”, that made me wait so long before going to the GP to get a referral.

As I said, poor autistic representation aside, the movie is just so appallingly bad. It truly is one of the worst films I’ve watched. If you’re going to watch it, please don’t - or, if you want to because you want to see how bad it is/to raise awareness/critical posts, at least do it illegally. Do not give Sia your money.

#sia #music #music 2021 #music movie #autism #tw ableism #tw meltdown #tw blackface #anti sia #lol sia

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lovemeleo · 3 years

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Please write one were Asher has an allergic reaction and Sirius and Remus freak

Um so hi, surprise. I finally wrote something again. This prompt has been sitting in my ask box for god knows how long and I finally wrote it. Sorry it took so long, anon, but I hope you all enjoy. The SW world and it's characters belong to always fantastic @lumosinlove!

If you haven't read the rest of my Asher series, here's the link for tumblr and AO3!

cw: allergic reactions, talk of medicines, IVs, and hospitals

It started as a normal day, as most days tend to do. Remus got up first, doing some yoga in the living room before turning on the coffee maker to run while he was in the shower. He had this routine down pat so of course, he was ready with Sirius’s cup of coffee when the taller man came up behind him, nuzzling into his neck.

“Morning, mon loup.” Sirius mumbled, his voice still rough with sleep as his arms wrapped around Remus’s waist.

A soft smile spread across Remus’s face as he pressed the steaming cup of coffee into his fiancé's hand, “Good morning, Pads. I can get Ash ready for Lily’s if you want a shower before practice.” Remus said quietly, already hearing movement from the toddler’s bedroom.

Sirius answered with a kiss to his shoulder, looking up at him with a grin, “You’re the best, babe,” He said as he pulled away, cheekily slapping Remus’s butt before making his way to their bathroom. Shaking his head fondly, Remus turned to start getting Asher’s breakfast ready, the oatmeal cooking on the stove.

Just as he was about to go check Asher was awake, a small pair of arms wrapped around his legs from the side. Asher rested his head on his Papa’s hip, letting out a loud yawn. Remus couldn’t help the chuckle he let out, their son so much like his daddy, it was ridiculous.

“G’Morning, Papa.” Asher murmured, rubbing his eyes as he tried to wake up.

Remus picked him up, resting the toddler on his hip as he finished up his breakfast, “Good morning, mon chou. Sleep well?” He asked as he put the oatmeal into a bowl, topping it off with some berries before getting him set up at the table.

The little boy hummed happily, sipping his milk as he waited for the hot cereal to cool down, “Yep! I had a dream that Harry and I were wizards and we got to battle a bunch of bad guys and we won of course and it was so cool.”

Remus chuckled, sipping his coffee as he listened to his son’s dramatic retelling of his dream, “Of course, you won. Most powerful wizards ever, obviously.”

Nodding happily, Asher started in on his breakfast as he continued to fill his Papa in on the wizarding world from his dream. He had quite the imagination and it definitely came through his dreams.

When he had finished, Remus helped him wash up and get dressed before Sirius came in with his bag for the Potter’s house. Lily always watched Asher during their practices, letting him and Harry tire themselves out together. They were the best of friends, constantly attached at the hip. When they pulled up to the Potter’s house, Lily and Harry were already waiting on the front porch, the boy already jumping excitedly as he saw their car pull up.

As soon as Asher was released from his booster seat, he was running as fast as his little legs would take him. And Harry, not one to be outdone in the dramatics department, met him halfway and slammed him into a hug.

Lily laughed, coming down off the porch to give the two men a hug, “Sorry, I’m not gonna sprint up to you two,” She said, giving them both a tight squeeze.

“Wow, I see how much our friendship means to you!” Remus teased, his arm wrapped around her shoulders. “Now, where’s that husband of yours? Still doing his hair?”

A loud laugh came from the doorway, James appearing with his bag thrown over his shoulder, “Yeah, you know me. Very much worried about my hair when I’m putting a helmet on.” He said, throwing his bag into their car before giving Lily and Harry a kiss goodbye.

After saying goodbye to their own little munchkin, the three men were off to practice. Today consisted of some dry land training for warm-ups before moving on to some drills. They were about an hour into their drills when Coach Weasley blew the whistle from the sidelines.

“Black! Lupin! You’ve got a call!” He yelled across the ice, his eyebrows furrowed as he held out the phone.

Knowing that calls weren’t allowed during practice unless there was an emergency, the two men were to the bench in seconds, Remus quickly grabbing the phone, “Hello?”

Lily’s frantic voice was on the other side of the phone, already talking, “Remus, I’m sorry, I literally looked away for a second, and then he was screaming. I didn’t even see-”

“Lily, take a deep breath. What’s going on? What happened?” Remus said, trying to keep his voice calm.

A shaky breath came through the speaker before she continued, “I took the boys to the park across the street like I always do, and they were on the playground. It was fine then all of a sudden, Ash let out a really loud scream. I got over there as soon as I could, but he had already hives. Harry said he had a bee on his arm and got stung. I called an ambulance, and we’re at Gryffindor hospital now in the ER. I’m so sorry, I didn’t even know he was allergic.”

Remus was already unlacing his skates, the phone held between his shoulder and ear, “It’s not your fault, Lils. We didn’t know he was allergic either. We’ll be there soon.” Quickly handing the phone back to their coach, Remus and Sirius ran back to the locker room.

In less than 5 minutes, the two men were back in their car, racing towards the hospital. “Fucking bees,” Sirius muttered, quickly pulling into the parking lot.

As soon as they were parked, both of them quickly ran into the ER, their hearts pounding in their chest as they reached the front desk, “W-We’re here for Asher Lupin-Black.” Remus said to the receptionist.

She pointed them down the hall and they were off, seeing Lily waiting in the hallway outside of the room. Lily met them halfway, Harry on her hip sniffling quietly, “The doctor is in with him right now. God, I’m so sorry. I had just gone to grab my phone to take a picture of them, Harry said they were chasing the bee. I didn’t even realize there was one by them.”

Sirius pressed a kiss to the top of her head, “Lily, it’s not your fault. He’s a kid, these things are going to happen. You got him here as soon as you could and got him help, and we’re so so thankful.”

Sniffling softly, Lily wiped at her face, “I was so scared, all I heard was him screaming. The hives spread so quickly.”

The door opened as they stood talking, a doctor coming out of Asher’s room. His eyes widened at the sight of the two hockey players, probably realizing who’s child he had been working on before giving them a small smile, “Hi there, I’m Dr. Johannis. You must be Asher’s dads.”

“Yes, how’s he doing? Is he ok?” Remus asked as he stepped forward, already itching to get into the room and see his son.

Dr. Johannis was nodding before Remus had even finished, “Asher is doing fine. He came in with anaphylaxis from what appears to be a bee sting. Luckily, due to your friend’s quick actions, we were able to get him in the ambulance and give him a shot of epinephrine. He’s doing much better already, the hives have begun to fade. We do have him on oxygen at the moment as a precaution.”

Remus and Sirius both let out a breath as if a weight had been lifted directly off their shoulders. Asher was okay.

“Can we see him?” Sirius asked, his eyes flickering to the closed door behind the doctor.

Smiling, Dr. Johannis nodded, “Yes, of course. My nurse is just in there, double-checking his vitals. We want to keep him for a little bit longer to keep an eye on him but you should be able to take him home tonight.”

After thanking the doctor, Lily urged them on without her, “Go on, he was asking for you both. I’ll text Coach so he can let the team know. I’m sure they’re all worried.” Nodding, the two of them quickly made their way into the room. Asher looked so small on the hospital bed, an oxygen mask covering his nose and mouth as he watched the nurse fiddle with the monitor. He quickly turned to the door as soon as it opened, eyes quickly filling with tears when he saw his dads.

“I’m sorry!” Asher cried, his voice muffled from the mask. Remus and Sirius were next to him in seconds, pulling him as close as they could without tugging any wires or IVs out.

Running a hand gently through his hair, Sirius pressed a kiss to the top of his head, “Oh mon chou, it’s okay. You didn’t know that was going to happen.”

“We’re just glad you’re okay, bub.” Remus said, running his hand gently over the little boy’s back.

Sniffling quietly, Asher rested his head on his Daddy’s side, “We thought it was a bumblebee, and Uncle James said those are fluffy and they don’t sting and they’re nice. But it wasn’t fluffy and it was not nice.” He huffed, wiping at his face.

Sirius couldn’t help but chuckle, pulling Asher closer, “Well now you know which ones to stay away from, right?” He asked, feeling the toddler nod before he let out a loud yawn.

“Sorry to interrupt but I just wanted to give you a heads-up. The medicine we gave him through the IV might make him sleepy,” The nurse said from next to them, as he headed to the door. “Let us know if you need anything.”

Remus nodded, pulling the blanket over Asher’s legs as the little boy began to doze off, “Of course, thank you so much.”

Then it was just the three of them, the only noises coming from the monitor and Ash’s soft snores.

“Well. That was fucking scary.” Remus whispered, leaning over to rest his head on his fiancé's shoulder.

Sirius snorted, his head falling onto Remus’s, “Yeah, that’s an understatement. Thought my heart was gonna fall out of my ass when Coach said we had a call.” Remus nodded in agreement, remembering the moment he heard Lily on the other side of the line.

“The team is gonna spoil the shit out of him. Like he isn’t going to have to walk anywhere for months,” Sirius continued, his hand moving to run through Asher’s soft curls.

Rolling his eyes, Remus glanced over at Sirius, “You act as though they don’t already spoil the shit out of him. Leo carried him on his back all around New York last month. Nado sneaks him treats constantly. And if Dumo brings him one more toy, we’re going to have to move to a bigger house.”

Sirius couldn’t help the large smile that spread on his face because Remus wasn’t wrong. Asher was spoiled. The team loved him, and he loved them all right back. They were so lucky to have such a supportive chosen family, and Sirius didn’t really believe in God but shit, he was grateful to whatever deity gave him this life. He had a loving fiancé, a fantastic son, and the best damn family a man could ever ask for. There was nothing better.

And when their entire house was filled with hundreds of “Get Well Soon” balloons and an entire hockey team when they got home that night, all of the worry was entirely worth it to see their little boy’s face light up the room.

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onlydreamofmysoul · 3 years

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can you please write a fic where remus has a really bad allergic reaction, and sirius freaks out for a while after!!!?!?!?

Hiya! This is pretty short but I hope it’s a little bit like what you’re looking for! Sorry it took a couple of days - I had a few allergic reactions of my own get in the way🤣🤣🤣 Who doesn’t love a bit of irony, am I right? (I’m completely fine though no worries)

I feel like it’s obvious but I’m gonna put a warning anyways - this fic revolves around allergic reactions and there is a bit of description, nothing overly graphic though.

“Sirius,” Remus wheezed, and the other three marauders all looked up at the harsh gasp. Remus sat on the grass next to James, jumper lying beneath the tree somewhere and his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows in the heat, but the skin of his arms was turning red and blotchy and when Sirius looked up, Remus’ face had already begun to swell. Sirius had kissed those every lips not two minutes ago and Remus had been just fine, but now he was almost unrecognisable.

“Oh fuck,” Peter said as he scrambled away. “What’s wrong with him.”

“He’s having an allergic reaction you twat.” James spat as he jumped to his feet, searching the grass around him. “Fucking shit, I can’t see my wand anywhere.”

“Mine is inside!” Sirius cried as he reached Remus and dug through his boyfriend’s pockets. “Cone on Re, you never go anywhere without your wand, work with me here.” He found nothing but empty fabric and for a long moment, Sirius felt the most horrific pool of dread he had ever felt, like a quaffle of steel had been dropped in his stomach, but finally his fingers closed around a cool length of wood. Sirius could have cried in relief when he pulled out Remus’ wand and cast the spell that would offset the reaction.

“Go fetch Madam Pomfrey right now.” He ordered and he didn’t even watch Peter scuffle off as James came around to Remus’ other side.

Remus’s breathing became less raspy and began to even out, the swelling not going down quite yet, but it had stopped growing at any rate.

“There you go Re, you’re gonna be just fine, yeah? Madam Pomfrey’s on her way and we’ll get you looked after.”

James looked how Sirius felt, all pale and clammy. “I knew he told us that this could happen,” He muttered, so quietly Sirius wasn’t sure if he was even aware that he had spoken aloud. “But I never really thought that it actually would.”

Sirius nodded as he carefully brushed Remus’ hair back from his face. “Me neither. I don’t even know what happened, did you see him eat anything?”

James shook his head as Madam Pomfrey came running out the doors of the castle, Peter leading her. “Not since lunch and that was over an hour ago. I thought he said reactions happen really fast.”

Sirius nodded. “Yeah, they’re supposed to anyway.”

Madam Pomfrey finally arrived, taking a quick moment to assess Remus before carefully levitating him, keeping him unconscious as she floated him through the air next to her.

“Alright boys,” She said as Sirius walked beside her, James a moment or two behind them as he stopped to gather their things. “Tell me what happened.”

“We’re not sure.” Sirius told her, truly baffled, his heart still pounding. Remus’ skin was losing its angry red colour, but it was burned in Sirius’ memory. “He was fine one moment, and then he wasn’t. No one saw him eat anything. I cast the spell on him, but I don't know how strong it was, I had to use Remus’ wand.”

Madam Pomfrey nodded curtly, taking another look at Remus as they walked inside. “He looks well enough right now, I’d say the spell you cast worked quite well.” She stopped Sirius when he tried to follow her to the hospital wing and sent him away saying that she needed to look after Remus now and they could come back to visit after dinner.

Sirius felt himself float through the day in a daze. It wasn’t the fact that Remus was sick was the problem (not that he wasn’t worried, he was), but he was far more concerned that he didn’t know why Remus was so sick. No known causation meant Sirius couldn’t come up with a plan of action. He didn’t really like that feeling.

They collected a few things of Remus’ to bring with them to dinner so that they could go straight from the great hall to the hospital wing. Sirius would have skipped dinner completely if he didn’t know for a fact that Madam Pomfrey would check if he had actually eaten before allowing him to enter the hospital wing.

“He’s gonna be fine Pads.'' Peter reassured as he set one of Remus’ chocolate bars on the table so it wouldn’t melt in his pocket. “He’s used to this, he’ll be back and better than before in no time.”

Sirius nodded and picked at his beef wellington, glancing over at James who was filling Lily in on what had happened. “I know,” He replied, but really it was more of a mumble to himself. “But he shouldn’t have to be used to it.”

For a dude who had been nearly unrecognisable just a mere five hours ago, Remus looked pretty good. For a werewolf-wizard-teenage boy, he looked pretty shite.

“Wow Moony, trying to be pale enough so you can be mistaken for the actual moon?” James teased as he slid into the chair by Remus’ bed. Peter sat on the bed by his feet while Sirius stood, brushing Remus’ curls out of his eyes as he searched Remus’ face for any lingering signs of distress.

“‘M fine pads.” Remus assured him, as he caught Sirius’ hand, but he didn’t pull it away. Instead he held it to his cheek for a minute before kissing Sirius’ knuckles softly and letting their hands fall, fingers still interlocked. “I need a haircut, but other than that I think I’m pretty good.”

“I’m not going to lie,” Peter chimed in as he opened the chocolate bar, passing a square to Remus, then popping a piece in his own mouth. “I thought you were a goner for a second.”

“Oi, don’t be rude.” James defended, even as he rested his feet on the bed as he turned to look at Remus sweetly. “We thought you were nearly a goner.”

Remus just chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Nah, I want my death to be super dramatic. Bee sting is totally not how I want to go.”

“It was a bee sting?” Sirius asked, scanning any visible skin Remus was showing as if he could will a tiny puncture mark into being. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” Remus nodded, rolling up his sleeve to show a still-red bump on just above the inside of his elbow. “That was a fun way to discover a new allergy.”

Sirius just shook his head, relief flooding through him. Bees were to be avoided at all costs from here on out. That was something he could do.

“Moony babe, I think you and I have very different ideas of fun.”

“And with that, we’re leaving!” James announced, almost leaping out of the chair and pulling Peter with him.

“Hey!” Sirius yelled after them, “I didn’t mean it like that! Get your head out of the gutter!”

James just waved them off as Peter made kissing faces, soon disappearing through the doors.

“Although,” Remus conceded, pulling Sirius down onto the bed next to him so he could wrap an arm around his shoulder. “In a day or two I definitely wouldn’t be averse to you teaching me how you like to have fun.”

He leaned in and pressed his lips to Sirius’ ear as someone walked down the aisle past his bed. “Mind in the gutter or not.”

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spencers-renaissance · 3 years

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Honeysuckle

Summary: The BAU decide to head out for a picnic one summer afternoon, but they’re soon rudely interrupted by a bee sting and anaphylactic shock. Seeing Spencer carted off in an ambulance is not exactly how they expected the day to go.

Tags: whump, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, hurt spencer, friendship, medical conditions, severe allergic reactions

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Spencer Reid

Word Count: 2.3k

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Spencer had initially been wary of Penelope’s invitation to picnic in Meridian Hill Park one beautiful summer afternoon — he burned way too easily and didn’t like exposing himself to insects more than absolutely necessary — but as soon as she’d mentioned Derek was going, he’d given in. He wasn’t about to turn down an afternoon spent in the sun with his best friends and boyfriend. It was a rare day off for the team: one not even spent hanging by their phone expecting to be called in any minute, so they were all insistent on making the most of it.

He’s the last one to arrive, spotting the others sat in the shade of an oak tree, already laughing as they get stuck into their first drinks of the afternoon. Despite his initial hesitations, as soon as he feels the sun on his face and sees his friends he’s immediately glad he turned up and he hurries over to join the rest of the team, his own contributions to the picnic in hand.

“Pretty boy!” Derek shouts, grinning widely as he jumps up from his lazy position on the blanket to wrap Spencer in a hug, before pulling back slightly to kiss him. He can already tell he’s a little tipsy, and although Spencer doesn’t drink he has nothing against everyone else letting their hair down and having fun; God knows they deserve it.

His relationship with Derek is only a few months old, and he still relishes every moment he gets to spend wrapped up in his arms.

“Hey guys.” His words are muffled slightly by Derek’s shoulder as his boyfriend is reluctant to let him go, but as soon as he’s released, he turns to match everyone’s wide grins.

“Did you bring the strawberries?” Emily asks, levelling him with a faux-stern look that she can’t maintain for long, melting back into her relaxed smile soon enough.

“Of course.” He takes a seat on the picnic blanket only to be immediately wrapped into a side hug by Penelope. He hugs back before beginning to unpack his bag.

“What about the icing sugar?” she asks, and her stern glare isn’t fake at all: Spencer knows how seriously Penelope takes a) organisation, and b) sweet treats.

“Who do you take me for?” he laughs, retrieving the fruit and sugar from his bag and taking a swig of the cool lemonade he’d packed in his thermos.

Sometimes he wishes he could go back in time and show lonely, teenage Spencer pictures of days like these. One day, he’ll be twenty six, working at his dream job, and spending his days off in the warmth of the East Coast sun one Sunday afternoon surrounded by his best friends, kissed by his boyfriend at every opportunity. They’ve never asked him to be anything other than exactly who he is, inviting them into their group and doting on him relentlessly, loving him just as much as he loves them.

It’s a luxury you only appreciate when you’ve known the loneliness of summer: when the hum of the AC is the only sound in your stuffy, humid dorm room, and you’re researching the effects of methane on winter weather patterns as you long for cold weather again, because then at least then you don’t have to listen to the excited shouts of friends outside anymore, then it’s acceptable to isolate yourself inside with only yourself and books for company.

He shakes himself out of his miserable recollections and reminds himself to be in the present. Emily has her head in Penelope’s lap as they discuss which incarnation of Doctor Who is the best while JJ and Derek discuss the new jogging park opening up across the border in Virginia. He knows which conversation is more suited to his interests and immediately goes up to bat for the Seventh Doctor, which manages to engage him in a spirited debate with both women.

Soon, though, they find themselves all discussing their workplace embarrassments and recalling the funniest moments from over the last few years, and Spencer loses himself in the heat of the afternoon and the warmth of his friendships. He’s gorged himself on all the strawberries and sandwiches he could stomach, and as the afternoon stretches longer and evening approaches he lies down on the blanket and rests his head in Derek’s lap, mirroring Penelope and Emily. His eyes flutter closed as his full belly and heat of the sun tire him out, and Derek’s fingers thread themselves through Spencer’s long hair, a light and welcome touch.

The haze of his friends still chatting around him as he dozes comfortably is interrupted, however, when he feels a sharp pinch on his wrist and seconds later, he’s fighting for breath. He launches upright, wheezing as he claws at his chest, trying desperately to fill his lungs with enough air.

“Spencer? Oh my God, Spencer, what’s wrong?” Penelope cries, immediately by his side as she looks him over frantically, not knowing what’s happening.

“Derek, call an ambulance,” JJ directs, taking charge as she rushes to Spencer’s side as well. “He’s in anaphylactic shock. Spencer, listen to me, do you have your epi-pen with you?”

Her words manage to get through the panicked haze and light-headedness as he can’t get enough oxygen. He can feel his face swelling and his heart racing, but he’s still coherent enough to point to his bag.

“He didn’t eat anything, though,” Emily says, panicked and confused as she watches her friend have a medical crisis while she’s powerless to help.

“He’s allergic to bees,” JJ says, keeping calm as she prepares the epi-pen and administers it to Spencer’s thigh. “One must have stung him for some reason.”

“There!” Penelope points to the bee sting on Spencer’s wrist and JJ lunges for her bag, rummaging until she finds her credit card which she uses to carefully slide under the stinger and remove it, preventing any more venom from flowing into Spencer’s system.

It’s clear after a few minutes that the epi-pen hasn’t worked: Spencer still feels like he can’t catch his breath and the world is fading slowly as his heart beats out of control and his organs can’t get enough oxygen.

He feels himself be moved gently by various hands as JJ directs the others until he’s leaning up as comfortably as possible against Derek’s chest as Penelope elevates his legs to keep blood flowing to his vital organs.

“It’s okay, Spencer,” JJ says loudly, right in front of his face. It’s blurry and out of focus and he can feel himself losing consciousness fast. “The ambulance is on its way.”

It’s the last thing he hears before he collapses completely as he passes out.

⭐️

It’s dark outside when Spencer finally wakes up. His bed is warm and comfortable and he lets himself listen to the somewhat comfortable steady beeps of the heart monitor and movement of staff and patients around the ward before finally opening his eyes to scan his room.

Derek’s sitting in an uncomfortable hospital chair right next to his bed, sketching what Spencer can only guess are plans for the property he’s just taken on, an empty jello cup balancing on the armrest of his chair.

“Sandwiches and strawberries not fill you up?” he asks, voice croaky as he cracks an eye open. He can’t help but smile, too. He has the best boyfriend and the best friends anyone could ever hope for.

Derek’s head snaps up as he hears Spencer’s voice, setting his notebook and jello aside to grab for Spencer’s hand. “You are something else,” he chuckles. “Your first thought when coming round from a medical disaster is an observation of my eating patterns.” He shakes his head fondly. “ But you know I can’t pass up a tub of jello.”

“That’s true. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you say no when it’s offered.”

“You’re one to talk, pretty boy.”

They lapse into short silence, accompanied only by the quiet beeps of the machines. “Sorry I scared you,” he whispers eventually, feeling guilt wrap itself around his stomach.

“Don’t be ridiculous. It’s not your fault.” Derek looks sincere as he holds Spencer’s hand tighter, careful of the IV in his wrist. “The doctors… they said it was a severe attack, which is probably why the first epi-pen didn’t work. They’re monitoring you overnight to make sure there was no damage to your kidneys, I think. I’ll go find a doctor to tell them you’re awake.”

He moves to get out of his seat, but Spencer pulls him back down, as well as he can when he’s still feeling weak. “No, just… don’t leave,” he asks, his voice coming out a little too pleading for his liking. “Stay.”

The idea of being alone right now twists his stomach; the idea of being without Derek so desperately scary.

“Okay, okay, baby,” Derek relents, sitting back down and running a soothing hand through his tangled hair, Spencer’s eyes fluttering closed at the contact. “I won’t go anywhere if you don’t want me to.” Instead, he presses the button for the nurse.

“Where are the others?” Spencer dares to ask after a few seconds of quiet.

“The nurses weren’t too happy with four people in here,” Derek chuckles. “I’ve been updating them by text; I’ll tell them you’re awake in a minute. JJ saved your life, you know. None of us had any clue what was happening but she was the only one who kept calm and the only one who got us through those awful minutes waiting for the ambulance to show up.”

“I know,” he whispers. “I told her I was allergic to bee stings years ago. It was just an off-hand comment, it never feels like that big a deal… this is only the third time this has ever happened. I guess I don’t feel the need to bring it up.”

“Well that off-hand comment saved your life, pretty boy.” Derek squeezes his eyes closed for a second, and when he opens them the emotion written on his face is heart-wrenching. “God, I can’t believe I could’ve lost you. There were a good few minutes there when I didn’t think you were gonna make it and after… Tobias… I was just so scared.”

Spencer’s stomach clenches at that, imagining the roles reversed is terrifying just as a hypothetical. He can’t even begin to imagine how Derek felt. He reaches a hand out to touch Derek’s face gently, squeezing his hand with the other. “But you didn’t lose me,” he murmurs. “I’m here, I’m okay.”

“Yeah.” His voice is barely a whisper as his eyes close again. “Is it bad that I kind of want bees to go extinct now?” he asks with a wet chuckle a few moments later.

“Derek!” Spencer laughs weakly, acting scandalised. “Bees are fundamental to the global ecosystem. Civilisation would effectively collapse if bees went extinct, it’s definitely not worth eradicating bees for the sake of me avoiding the rarity of anaphylactic shock, not according to the laws of proportionality. It’s actually frightening how fast the bee population is depleting though… did you know that there are only about 2.5 million honey-producing hives left in the US? That’s down from 4.5 million in 1980 and the loss has largely been attributed to colony collapse disorder—”

“Ah, Doctor Reid, you’re awake.” A smiling nurse bustles through the door and comes to check his vitals, fiddling with one of his IVs before taking a step back. “How’s your breathing? Is the nasal cannula okay or would you prefer a full mask?”

“The cannula’s good,” he says, smiling politely. Really, he just wants to get back to telling Derek all the bee facts he can recall. He has some really good ones itching to be let out. “I’m breathing fine, just feel a little weak still.”

“Good. Your vitals all look stable, so a doctor will be round in the morning to talk you through your treatment and medication. Is that okay?”

“That’s fine, thank you,” Spencer nods, and she gives them one last smile before leaving the room and sliding the door shut quietly behind her.

“I should bring her back in,” Derek chuckles as the nurse leaves the room. “She missed out on your bee lecture. Fascinating stuff.”

“Shut up,” Spencer huffs, sinking back against the pillows. “You don’t deserve to hear my bee facts.”

“No,” Derek protests, grinning widely. “I’m joking, baby, carry on. You were telling me about colony collapse disorder.”

Spencer knows that, of course — he does have an eidetic memory after all — but it makes him smile that Derek remembers exactly where he was in his spiel. Maybe Penelope’s onto something when she says that Derek is “whipped” for him. (It had taken at least fifteen minutes for Spencer to fully understand what she meant by that, mostly because he kept asking about the etymology, history, and statistical usage of the word and she kept rolling her eyes, which he would then insist was not an answer.)

“Colony collapse disorder is depressing,” Spencer sighs, feeling quite tired all of a sudden. “I don’t feel like explaining it.”

“It doesn’t sound great.” Derek goes back to threading his fingers through Spencer’s hair. “Why don’t you tell me your favourite three bee facts, and then you can go back to sleep”

Spencer hums, giving it a bit of thought before replying. “Scientists trained bees to score goals in bee soccer in return for a sugary treat, which is especially interesting because they have brains the size of a poppy seed. They communicate with one another by wiggling their butts. It’s like their own language, they tell their nestmates where to go to get the best food. Bees also live in loads of different places, not just in the countryside. My favourite place they live is in marshes and wetlands, because I love insects that live in watery areas.”

��I’d pay to watch bees play soccer,” Derek laughs quietly. “You’re so smart, baby, I’m so proud of you.”

Spencer sighs happily. “Love you,” he murmurs, eyes closing against the exhaustion.

“I love you more.”

Spencer isn’t awake long enough to argue with him.

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sapphicmsmarvel · 4 years

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DM: Allergy

Platonic! Derek Morgan!

masterlist:

TW: Depression, Anxiety, Bee sting, Allergic reaction

You strived to hide all of your “weaknesses” from your team. It stemmed from everyone judging you in childhood and teenage years.

You took Zoloft for depression and anxiety. You struggled with eating in your teens, you had trouble with self harm, and your bee allergy. Nobody knew any of it.

Which was why you were screwed.

You were doing a psych eval to see how unhinged an unsub was, in order to do that accurately, you had to visit the crime scene. The crime scene was in the woods, and apparently, when they found the body, bees were eating her.

If there were a lot of bees, you would get stung. You would just have to be diligent in being safe. Keep your skin covered, no wicked gestures.

It was all going well. You were talking to all of them, Morgan included, when you felt a sting

“Ow!” You shrieked, then your stomach dropped, you knew that sting. Fuck. Fuck.

“Morgan, come on, let’s let the cops deal with this.” You said, clutching your hand and rushing towards the SUV.

“What? Lil Mama we have a job to do.”

“They can handle it, they already caught the guy, I can do a psych eval via paperwork and photos, come on.” You had thirty minutes tops before the severe reaction started.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” Your vision was fuzzy because of anxiety, you were gonna start having a panic attack soon.

You swallowed, “I got stung by a bee.” “This is over a bee? A little ole bee?” He laughed, “Y/N….” then his face dropped, “you’re allergic.”

“Very, I need to get my epipen and it’s at my desk.” “Why wouldn’t you bring it?” He said, worriedly. He turned and shouted, “hey! We gotta go, we’ll come back in a few hours!” He didn’t wait for a response as he ushered you to the car.

You had a fifteen minute drive, around this time of day, traffic would be bad. Shit. Shit.

Your leg was bouncing as Morgan drove, “do you need a hospital?” “No. I have stuff in my desk.”

“Y/N…”

“I’ll be okay.” You felt like you were going to be sick, your wrist was throbbing, your body felt hot from anxiety and panic.

“You don’t look okay.” He said, warily.

“I have anxiety and panic disorder as well.” You said, “my pills are at the desk too.” “Why didn’t you tell anyone?” He asked, then he flipped on the lights and sirens.

“Morgan you don’t need to-” “This is a medical emergency with a federal agent, trust me it’s valid.” He said shutting you down. “Now, why didn’t you tell anyone? No one would judge you.”

“I know, it’s just...growing up people would judge me for my mental illnesses, I don’t want to go through that again.”

“We wouldn’t think that.” He said pulling off the highway, near Quantico.

“I know, I just have trust issues.”

That ended the conversation, your entire hand was swollen. It took less time this time, which unfortunately was normal for allergies.

You pulled in quickly, Morgan turning off the sirens and walking around to your side. He wrapped an arm around your waist to gently guide you in, “I can walk Big Thunder.” You quirked your lip and smiled, hoping to make him laugh.

It didn’t.

“I’ll feel better when you aren’t in the possibility of dying, how much time do you have before it gets bad?” “It’s moving,” you coughed, “it’s..” You coughed again. The scratching was getting worse, “hurry.” was all you could get out. “Shit.” He grumbled. You both ran into the elevator. “I should’ve called someone to bring your epipen.”

You didn’t answer, focusing on breathing. Your throat was dry, your skin was red hot, it felt like your blood was boiling, there were tears in your eyes.

The door finally opened after an eternity, Morgan led you out and Garcia was right there. “Hey…” She trailed off, then you started coughing more.

You couldn’t get air to your lungs, you gained some strength and sped to the desk. Ignoring everyone in your path. You heard voices but you were too focused on not dying to care. You finally found your first aid kit. You had enough air in your lungs to give you enough energy to pull down your pants, take the cap off the pen and stabbed it into your thigh.

While epipens don’t work immediately, the swelling eased. Morgan handed you a water, which you sipped slowly. There was sweat sticking to the back of your neck. You sat down in your chair, genuinely not giving a single fuck about the fact that your black underwear was on display.

At least was a cute pair and you never skipped leg day.

“Y/N, what happened?” JJ asked worriedly.

Reid spoke up, “what triggered an allergic reaction?” You tried to speak but ended up coughing more. Emily hurriedly rubbed your back, Rossi took off his suit jacket and laid it over your legs. You nodded your thanks to both of them. You leaned back in your chair, resting your head against it.

“She got stung by a bee.” Morgan answered.

“Why don’t you carry your epipen?” Hotch asked, looking at the discarded needle on the table.

“I do,” you croaked, ‘there’s even three in my go bag. We left in a hurry, I didn’t think the crime scene would be in the middle of the woods.” Your voice was scratchy.

Garcia spoke, “please never scare me like that again. You looked rough.”

“I was in the middle of a panic attack and trying not to go into anaphylactic shock.” You huffed a laugh which caused a coughing fit.

“Has it ever been that bad?” Hotch asked.

“Allergic reactions get worse the more they happen.” Reid explained.

“Thank you,” you rasped. “It usually takes 30 minutes to get this bad, it took ten.” You swallowed.

They all nodded, “you have the next few days off to recover.” Hotch said, “and that’s an order, go home and stay there.”

“Gotcha Uncle.”

Hotch smiled, regardless of the fact that you were not his niece. “Morgan, take her home please, we’ll get your car to Y/N’s house later.”

“Got it, come on Lil Mama.” He said. You quickly popped a benadryl and then followed him out after sliding your pants back on. The rest of the team watched as you left the building.

You had grabbed the compression bandage, it would take 24 hours for the medicine to take the swelling down, and you hated swelling. You wrapped it in the car and tied it off.

“Is it thin enough to ice it?” “Yeah.” You began to drift off, the medicine was kicking in, at least you’d be asleep for the killer itch that came with bee stings.

Next thing you knew, Morgan was carrying you into your home. You knew what was going on but you were too exhausted to care. You felt the plush blankets on your bed, Morgan pulled them over you. The last thing you felt was his lips on your forehead before you fell asleep.

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Prompt #2: Allergies

February 2021 Johnlock prompt challenge, hosted by @ohlooktheresabee. Daily entry by 🐝 @helloliriels🐝 *** 🐝🐝🐝 Gonna have to cheat on this one, down sick, but since bees & allergies go together, here it is. Enjoy! 🐝🐝🐝 ***

Do Bees Kiss? or just Sting?

Q: Do bees "kiss"?

Why do bees "kiss"? I went to Wikipedia.

A: When bees "kiss" they are actually passing nectar to other bees.

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Sherlock kisses John.

It was early morning. And John was getting ready for work.

Sherlock bloody Holmes of course, pays no attention to people's privacy or morning routines, and can't be bothered to explain why he's standing in John's way as he makes his toast and goes about his business... but there he is. Every place John needs to be. Waiting for something.

John is just about done and ready to head out the door - No thanks to Sherlock for making him late again - when he gets the shock of his life.

Sherlock kisses him.

A small peck on the lips. Almost chaste. Like those kisses you give to your crush in kindergarten. Or to your mum. When she insists.

John thinks it's an experiment. He knows it is.

It must be.

He gives Sherlock a 'you done now?' look, then goes around him when he gets no reply.

Sherlock heads off to do his own morning routine. John sighs. Dropping the butter knife in the sink with a loud clank. Exasperated. He doesn't have time for this shit.

Why do I bloody put up with it?

He fumbles with his keys and jacket. Noting now that the genius has decided to get OUT of his GOD damn way of course, he is twice as late!!

He heads out the door in a rush. Slamming it, just a little in revenge on the way out.

***

Talking to Greg later that evening - around the corner from a crime scene where Sherlock is currently arguing with Anderson - he tells him about it off-hand. Confession of a sort. Get it off his mind. Greg will think it's damn funny. "Pompous git, gave me a kiss earlier..."

"Wha???!!!....," Greg mouths a mock 'O' in awe as he turns to look at John, eyes wide in amazement... a look that fully says, 'finally! It's going down!'

"I know right?" Playing it up, John laughs it off. Great joke. Were not a couple! He shrugs.

"What else happened?? What did he say?" Greg was dying to know now, taking his hands out and shaking John for more details. The man wanted details?! John could see this was the happiest moment of Papa Lestrade's life. It was almost a bummer to have to disappoint him...

🐝 ***REST UNDER THE CUT*** 🐝

"No, no, nothing like that." John reassured, "God I wish!" (It came out before he had time to stop himself). And Lestrade looked taken aback.

He added a little "Haha," like he had meant it as a joke after all.

He really didn't.

Sobering thought.

Thinking better to explain himself, he added - "Hey, don't tell Sherlock I just said that?... by the way. Bit not good. It was just an experiment after all, I'm sure. You know how he is."

Greg was still just... flabbergasted. A balloon deflating. Open mouthed staring at John. No words.

John's half sad-smile said more than he probably intended. Shouldn't have mentioned it after all, he thought. "Well!" He added cheerfully, slapping Greg on the shoulder. "Was a fun case tonight. Sherlock will be happy. Solved it in under 5 minutes!" He prepared to leave, and shot off a parting, "See you round." With a half-smile. He bowed his head and walked off to follow Sherlock who was now leaving. John had his hands in his pockets now. Quite unlike him. Shuffling along.

Greg watched as John kicked some debris in his path in frustration, mindlessly, as they left. He had never seen the man looking so downtrodden...

At least, not after such a brilliantly resolved case! John was usually on cloud nine after watching the curly haired genius work. It was rather embarrassing really. The puppy eyes that looked up in worship at Sherlock as he dished out deductions, it was almost criminal. But lately he was getting more and more moody... Greg wondered.

And here, with this new evidence, Sherlock had managed to... He stopped. Shaking his head. Unbelievable. Just unbelievable...

Greg took one last look over his shoulder at their retreating forms, before heading out himself.

"Unbelievable."

***

The week goes on.

Sherlock continues to kiss him, Randomly. Small pecks mostly. But sometimes a smooch. Nothing more. No explanations. Just kisses.

Experiment.

Must be. John kept telling himself.

Experiments require further data. It was the only possible explanation...

Sherlock had never shown any signs of wanting... relationship in his life. Mister 'girlfriends aren't his area' and 'married to his work', and... 'alone protects me'... had never expressed any interest in any men either (that John knew of?). Hell, he'd even turned down some of the most bloody gorgeous ones they had met so far, both men and women. So John doubted that he was interested in that sort of thing. Some people just aren't.

The only really odd thing about it, is - Sherlock isn't saying anything to address the kisses....

It must be like having toes on the kitchen table, to him. John thought. A dummy hanging itself from their rafters. Or penicillin growing in the bread box. I'm just a thing. A dummy for this latest experiment.

At that last thought, a realization dawned on John. A horrifying, terrible realization. How had he not seen it sooner?!

Was Sherlock going to break out some rare dye, or some insane chemical powder he'd concocted - to dust and test John's lips for lip prints left at a crime scene next?? John could just see himself going to work with purple lips and a chemical burn that would take weeks to heal. Perhaps even suffering an allergic reaction...

All because Sherlock did not realize the exotic stuff would not COME OFF!!! and was actually quite dangerous.

He pinches the bridge of his nose at the thought. Exasperated.

His brain hurts now.

This was happening a lot lately.

The thought of what he was going to be subjected to next....the worry. Was almost worst. Well, it is worse - than the kisses, John thinks.

The kisses.

Damn. Need to stop thinking about this.

John did his best to push it out of his mind. Not wishing to upset the equilibrium of their friendship. Crazy as it might be right now. At least this is one way, he was getting what he wanted? Or something like it. Gift horse and all. One doesn't ask...

He is tempted to ask however, about how you would go about setting up a mind palace? Just so he could keep the memories locked forever away in there to return to. But that would be more than telling.

So he just closes his eyes most of the time, when he knows it's going to happen; and stores it in the best way he knows how. Memorization. Skills learnt in public school. Repetition.

Sherlock was certainly giving him that.

John smiles despite himself. He gives it about a week before the worst will come out.

He isn't wrong.

***

The height of ridiculousness comes one morning, almost exactly a week later.

John is there in the kitchen, fork in hand - eating his breakfast, and reading the paper out of the corner of his eye. Completely non-plussed, while Sherlock continues to dive in for a small kiss. Between. Every. Single. Bite. The paper rattles a bit each time.

John isn't even looking at him anymore.

Or acknowledging that this is happening.

At all.

He's got his back to the cabinets, facing out. And his slippered foot keeps tapping away.

Sherlock, as anyone watching would have seen - was acting as childishly as could be imagined. Not unlike when you see two kids who won't stop hitting one another, while say 'I'm not hitting you". If he hadn't been the recipient of it, John might have thought it was quite funny.

He wasn't sure how long this was going to go on. And clearly had decided to take the saint's role and be above it all; when Sherlock dives in for one more kiss.

This time, he presses in deep, and opens his mouth a little. Holding it there. Breathing his air.

Waiting.

Watching with a perplexed furrow of his brow,

for John's reaction.

Oh god. John thinks. Feeling the warm breath, and the warmer lips pressed up against his own.

What is now a very REAL, albeit awkward, kiss.

Sherlock does not have much experience in this area, after all.

John's breathing stops. He swallows hard. Tries to remember not to drop his fork.

His heart has just jumped out of his chest. And is now screaming at him. Pumping and pulsing like it's running a marathon. And his eyes scan around the room, as if someone might materialize from thin air, who could help, or at least explain all of THIS to him?!!!

...WHat the HeLL wAs GoiNg On??!!!

Lips still connected, breath shared, he looks up at Sherlock at last. Unable, really to avoid it at this point. He makes eye contact.

His eyes full of fear, his eyebrows raised in question.

And showing... Honestly showing something else entirely, he hadn't meant to show at all.

Longing.

He looks like he is about to cry. He is about to cry. This. THIS. Is too much.

Sherlock can't have THIS from him. Not without a relationship.

He pulls away. And turns his head, his lips out of reach. Closing his eyes. His signal, that he is DONE.

Done with this bloody experiment. Done with his stupid, unfeeling, selfish flatmate. Just done.

***

He feels, more than sees, Sherlock grin his way out of the kiss. Backing off just the slightest bit. But still not going away.

When he looks back a few moments later, having calmed down his own breathing. And collected his feelings. Sherlock is still standing there. Looking down at him. A wicked grin on his face. At that look, John is stunned. Has this all been a JOKE to the man?!!

He has only a moment to think before Sherlock's lips are on his again.

John drops everything this time. Throws, more like. Literally - newspaper, plate, fork, all of it - down. And pulls down on Sherlock's neck, forcibly dragging him closer. If Sherlock wants to kiss, then GOD DAMN IT, he is going to get fucking KISSED! And John releases everything that has been pent up inside of him, all week. All month. All of the years he has known and been in love, with Sherlock Holmes.

Sherlock was now holding onto him also, arms wrapping around his middle. Keeping him upright, somehow. While John was snogging him senseless.

That should teach him. John thinks as he pulls away. Completely out of breath and panting with the exertion he had just enforced. And glares up at his flatmate. Absolute daggers.

But Sherlock... is now blushing, and looking pleased as punch. The response John sees, is also the kindest, and gentlest look in his eyes.

More love than he has ever dared to hope for from anyone, let alone, from his companion. More love than John thought the man standing before him, was capable of feeling.

Contrary to everything Sherlock had tried to tell everyone, loudly, since the day John had met him. This was Sherlock being human.

And it was all for him.

It was like a wall had come down. And the great genius' emotions were laid bare - exposed before John, for what they really were. Insecurity. Inexperience. He was offering himself up as a gift to be taken. A student to be taught. And John had... Oh.

Oh.

John blushes. He had just taught. Hadn't he?

Sherlock smiled. Glad to see John finally catching up. A puzzle at last, solved.

A sweet little shrug of, forgive me? but this was the only way I know how... accompanied his smile. And John found himself laughing with relief at the expression. Giddy with it.

He pulled Sherlock back in to himself, gently this time. And gave him more of a sweet, first-date kiss.

With Sherlock's permission, it deepened it into a full, gorgeous, lovers kiss - His hand gripped tight in the expensive fabric of Sherlock's shirt, to keep him in place. Buttons be damned.

This kiss was;

Full of all the things John had wanted to say;

Full of all the things Sherlock had been trying to say;

Full of all the things they had both held back for so long.

When it ended, John felt Sherlock lick a tiny bit of honey off of the corner of his mouth. Humming as he did so.

A little like a buzz.

🐝🍯🐝 Not unlike a bee.🐝🍯🐝

John shivered in anticipation. As Sherlock led the way...

If this was what loving Sherlock Holmes was going to be like... Watson smiled, then sign him up as beekeeper.

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posted on AO3 by helloliriels

More great fics and daily updates under the February 2021 Johnlock prompt challenge from ohlooktheresabee on AO3

#feb challenge #ao3 writer #sherlock fanfic #johnlocked #do bees kiss #or just sting?#i have allergies #and honey will fix them #fluffy & sweet #helloliriels #liriels post

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Workaholic: A Coffee Shop AU

Inspired by reading @mako-being-bi’s prompt before my shift....at a coffee shop. Here is a one-shot I day dreamed at work

“- and Huan is going to the LCBO for Opal and he said he would pick me up whatever I want so that’s just another reason why you should come tonight.” Bolin finished matter of factly. He had been trying to convince Mako to go with him to this party all week.

Mako tolled his eyes as he wiped the steam wand with the sani cloth. “I already told you Bo, after I finish here I have to work on my History paper.” He really shouldn’t have left it so long, but he’d been picking up as many extra shifts as he could, once he turned 18 Mako could become Bolin’s legal guardian and get them out of foster care and he intended to, but they’d need money for an apartment to do that. Bolin reached over the counter to take his finished drink, “hey!”

Bolin knew he shouldn’t do that; he’d dealt with enough of his own annoying costumers. Bolin just waved Mako’s admonition off, “you could have been working on that today and partying tonight if you hadn’t picked up this extra shift.”

Mako was about to retort when Korra and Asami ran into the store from the mall hallway. “You guys will never guess who Asami and I saw at H&M!” Korra gasped, nearly having run her and Asami who she had been dragging behind her, into the counter. “It was the guy Mako saved last week!”

“And why did none of you tell me about this before today!” Asami chimes in, “you can all remember every complicated modification a Karen makes to a drink but you can’t remember Mako saving a guys life?”

Mako tears the next drink order sticker and places it onto a Grande cup. “I didn’t save-“

“Yeah he totally did!” Bolin interrupts, “so this guy orders a pink drink right, but I guess he didn’t know what was in it, or that he was allergic to strawberries, because he starts having an allergic reaction in the store-“

Mako cuts Bolin off to announce the finished order. “I administered an epiden.” Mako looks down at the next sticker “Korra did you seriously just mobile order.”

“What, I came here to see you, not whoever that guy at cash is.” Korra said, putting her phone back into her pocket. “And fine, the guy you administered an epipen to works at H&M, and he goes to school with Asami so he’ll probably be at the Beifong’s party tonight.” Korra finishes with a smirk. “So you should go in case he’s in dire need of medical assistance.”

Mako rolls his eyes, could everyone just stop with this party already, “I already told you I’m not going.”

Korra and Bolin continue talking about the upcoming party while Mako makes the drinks Korra ordered for her and Asami.

“You should think about coming Mako,” Asami says as she grabs her and Korra’s finished drinks. “I love seeing you at work, but it would be nice to see you outside of it.”

The three leave soon after that. Bolin told Opal he would help her hide all of the breakables to prepare for the party tonight and Asami needs to return some shoes and Korra goes with her.

Mako’s shift is going by pretty slowly, the mall isn’t as busy as his drive-thru store and people mostly just get water. The general lack of commotion means he sees him the moment he comes in. He still has his H&M name tag on.

“Hey Hasook, how are you buddy?” Mako remembers him being overly friendly, he wasn’t a regular at Mako’s usual store but he’d gone to the trouble of actually reading the barista’s name tags.

“Hey Wu, let me guess, you want a ‘surprise me’” Hasook rolls his eyes good naturedly, punching in a surprise order.

“There is just so much you can get; I don’t know how anybody chooses!”

Wu continues to chat with Hasook as he pays, Mako waits for the sticker to print before tossing it out and making him an iced white mocha, with cold foam instead of whip- it’s more annoying to make that way but it’s better. Wu’s still talking to Hasook when Mako calls out his drink.

“You need to tell them your allergies when you order a surprise me drink.”

“Huh?” Wu doesn’t look at Mako as he unwraps a straw and sticks it through the sip hole of the strapless lid.

“He wanted to give you a strawberry acia refresher” Wu just looks at him confused. “You know, strawberries...which you’re allergic to.”

That seemed to jog Wu’s memory as recognition flashed in his eyes. “Oh hey! You’re the guy- Hasook did you know,” Wu stops to read his name tag, “Mako here saved my life,” Wu stops again to look at his drink. “Twice now actually.”

“Yeah well you should be more careful.” Mako admonishes.

“Ugh I know I know, I just always forget that I’m allergic to strawberries. I get it confused with bee stings.” Wu says, taking his first sip happily.

A mobile order comes in and Mako moves tog tab the sticker. “How do you get those two mixed up?”

“Do you have any allergies?”

“Um, no”

“Then you wouldn’t understand.” Wu says, taking another sip of his drink. “I really am lucky you were there though, and that you remembered it was strawberries. What are you doing here though, don’t you work at the one downtown?”

“Oh um, yeah I do, but you can pick up shifts at other stores.” This conversation has already gone on a lot longer then any other costumer connection Mako had attempted to make. Making small talk wasn’t exactly his strong suit.

“Wow, so a hero and a hard worker,” Wu raises his brows, “I’m impressed. Let me guess you’re an animal lover too.” Wu grins.

“Oh no, that’d be my brother.” Wu laughs because of course he was teasing and Mako wishes he could hide in the back, “and I’m not a hero either.”

“Well, you definitely fooled me when you kinda saved my life, like a hero would.”

Mako is about to retort when Hasook interrupts from cash“Mako stop flirting with costumers, are you good up here by yourself if I go do the count?”

Mako can feel his face heating up. “I’m not, yeah I’ll be fine.” With a nod Hasook disappears into the back leaving Mako and Wu alone.

A phone alarm goes off, “Shit my break can’t already be over.” Wu pulled his phone from his pocket to stop the alarm.

“Oh well, uh, have fun at work.” Mako winces, he can’t even say see you later like a normal person.

“Yeah you too...” Wu turns to leave before turning right back to face Mako. “… I know this might be kind of, out of nowhere, but umm, your friends with Asami Sato right? Just because she talks about a Mako who works with her girlfriend Korra at Starbucks and, well that seems like a bit of a coincidence if you’re not actually the same person doesn’t it?” Wu speaks faster the longer he rambles, so by the end of it Mako is a little lost.

“Yeah, uh, I am, friends with Asami.”

“Great! So, you’re going to the Beifong’s party then. I would be worried if you weren’t, might die of anaphylactic shock.”

“Oh I’m-“ Mako was about to tell Wu he wasn’t actually going but, well he can always write his paper on Sunday. “yeah, I guess it is a good thing.”

Wu grins. “Great, so I’ll see you tonight then!” And with that he’s off back to work.

Mako wonders if there is still time to have Bolin have Huan get him something- nothing with strawberries though.

#there is just something so endearing concerning and funny about wu not knowing what hes allergic to #wuko nation #wukonation #wuko #prince wu #wu #mako #captain crop top #lok fanfic #legend of korra fanfic #lok #legend of korra #coffee shop au

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