#but also sarcastically thank you epipens

[lifblogs]

Went kind of incoherent from pain last night and then somehow fell asleep. It was a weird time.

[5-falsehoods-phonated]

Hey @vindicatedvirgil remember this prompt you sent a while back that was supposed to be Rociet but I changed my mind? I finally finished the original!

At the Last Second

Summary:   Inspired by Snowing in Venice by Elizaveta. In an attempt to get as far away from their hometown as possible, Janus decides to go to college in Venice, Italy. Roman is conflicted over his feelings about it and doesn't know what to say until the last second.

Warnings: asthma mention. Please let me know if there are more

Ships: Janus x Roman, Rociet

WC: 1, 985

General Taglist: (ask to be tagged generally or in specific writing.) @im-an-anxious-wreck @logans-library @janus-is-an-adorable-snek-boi

Maybe my song, isn’t happy enough but I

I see it take flight with the snowflakes above

My coffee gets cold, as I’m staring enthralled 

At the snow that keeps falling outside

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Roman snuck another glance at Janus when they thought he wasn’t looking, seeing him still smiling slightly and nodding along to whatever song was on that Roman couldn’t concentrate on right now because they were looking at Janus. It wasn’t as if this was a new occurrence, they looked at Janus all the time. When he took half assed notes during class, pushing his soft, straight hair out from in front of his eyes with practiced impatience. When he glided along beside Roman on his skateboard while they tried desperately to keep their eyes on the sidewalk lest they flip over the handlebars of their bike. When he walked towards them with that signature crookeds smile, straight backed but casual and always ready with some biting quip they would both laugh at. And now- when he was driving to the airport for college, Roman sat beside him destined to waste away in the small town they had grown up in, alone and forgotten.

Admittedly that was dramatic even for them but it felt true all the same. Roman had never really gotten along with Janus until high school hit, when Roman had actually started looking away from their own little bubble and out towards everyone else’s. For the life of them they couldn’t imagine why they had ever been enemies. Janus was smart, scarily so sometimes, often getting into debates (arguments) with Logan and Virgil in any given class and always seeming to have just the right phrase or quote or research paper handy to pull up on his phone that drove his points across. He could sing, though Roman didn’t admit they had heard him while he painted the theater sets one day until many months later; his beautifully haunting baritone filling the theater as if he was the only one ever meant to sing in it. He was also incredibly caring, helping Roman through rough patch after rough patch and letting Roman do the same for him. They had become nearly inseparable from ninth grade on but now-

Janus had always been smart and always wanted to move as far away from their hometown as possibly- namely his family but that was another topic entirely. Roman had helped him research colleges when they were in eleventh grade, jokingly saying that with all his dramatics and flair he should go to Paris to study, citing it as a place to find the romanticism he alway put into everything anyway. Learning he had taken that to heart as a possibility to get even further away, eventually enrolling in and getting accepted not to anywhere in Paris, but instead Venice, Italy had nearly torn Roman in two. They had been so incredibly happy for and proud of their friend but they selfishly wished he had stayed just a little bit closer. Roman dreamed of a teaching job, somewhere they could help out in the creative department helping kids like them come out of their shell and discover new talents and passions. They didn’t need to go overseas for that- they didn’t want to and was in the process of preparing to move a state over to go to a community college to start out that path.

So Janus was moving thousands of miles away for who knew how long (four years at least) and Roman would then only be furthering that gap with his own move, leaving them to letters and skype calls as the primary source of communication rather than their trips to the cake shop or late night talks at the local park. And Roman knew that should be enough, but he was already missing the weight of Janus’ hand in their own and his warmth at their side during movie marathons and their smile and laugh and stupid, sarcastic sense of humor. They snuck  another glance over but realized with a start Janus was looking at them, his hand off the wheel and- when had the car stopped? They couldn’t possibly be there already could they?

But they were, and Janus was looking at them with that all knowing look that always infuriated Roman to no end but he said nothing, instead reaching over and squeezing their hand before moving to get out of the car. The airport wasn’t really that far away from their town, just an hours drive to the edge of the city but Roman still felt they had just wasted it pouting instead of actively being there for their best friend. Janus wouldn’t say anything though, he probably knew how Roman was feeling before they knew themself but the knowing silence was somehow worse, filling the space between them that was about to get so much longer with too many words and not enough time to say them. Nevertheless they grabbed up a bag and smiled at the other, shutting the trunk after him and following to the waiting area. They had made good time, having a little over an hour to waste before Janus would have to board, which Roman had previously been ecstatic about but now it meant they might actually have to talk and they didn’t think they’d have the common sense to keep their mouth shut when it came to how they actually felt about him leaving.

“Roman, did you leave my medical bag in the car?” Janus’ concern pulled them out of their head as they looked around where they had decided to sit, sure it had been among the things they had picked up but they didn’t notice the unmistakable bright orange anywhere.

“I’ll go check, you stay with the bags so they don’t get stolen.” Janus nodding to give them the go-ahead had them turning on their heel and hurrying back towards the parking garage, twirling the keys around their finger as they went.

One thorough search of the car later and Roman was frantically texting Janus that they must have left it at the house, though how either of them had managed it they couldn’t fathom. 

Roman: I’ll just drive back and get it. Text you when I find it.

Janus: Hold on, let me get there since you left me with ALL THE BAGS

Roman: It’ll be faster if I just go. Let me be the dashing prince to rescue your trip!

Roman started the car up and quickly put it into reverse, not really thinking about practically stealing Janus’ car from him. Their phone buzzed from the passenger seat as he glanced in the rear view before pulling out completely, wincing as he saw Janus standing there where the car had just been parked. Several buzzes later and the car fell silent, making them bite back a laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. They had wanted an out from the tense hour that waiting for the flight would have been, they just wished it had been something a bit more low stakes than forgetting a bag with Janus’ epipen and inhaler inside. Settling further down into the seat they concentrated hard on the road, praying there wouldn��t be any traffic.

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Ten minutes.

Roman practically face planted on their way out of the car, swinging the bag up in triumph of finding it or fear of breaking it they didn’t know and was too busy to think about at the moment. Tearing through the air port as fast as they possibly could they finally found Janus standing near the line people were in to board the plane, glancing at his phone before looking around for any sign of Roman coming with his bag. In their haste they had forgotten to text him but they were here now- sweaty, gross and aching with all the things they wanted to say but didn't have time to even though they probably wouldn’t have taken the chance when they had it anyway. As much as they so wished this moment to be their happily ever after it was too soon in both of their lives for that and they’d have to come to terms with the fact that long distance anything was hard and they would both be busy with their own lives.

Pushing their bangs away from their face they finally reached Janus and held out the rescued bag, chest heaving from running through a house and then an airport. 

“You truly didn’t have to go all the way back on your own to get this Roman, but thank you.” Janus squinted at him and chuckled. “It’s a good thing I have this, do you need my inhaler?”

“I’d have to keep it since looking at you takes my breath away already.” Roman blurted, opening their mouth before they could think.

Janus blinked, then scowled playfully. “Roman Sanders, was that a pick up line? You waited until I’m about to leave the country to flirt with me?”

“No! ...well, yes but- I’ve flirted with you plenty before!”

“Jokingly!” Janus shoved them before grabbing at the front of their shirt and stepping closer. “You are insufferable.”

Roman hardly dared to breath as Janus leaned in closer, hands fluttering nervously at their sides as they stood still and waited. Smiling, Janus leaned up slightly. “May I have a kiss goodbye then?”

“If you don’t I will scream so loud security will take you and then you’ll have no choice but to stay here longer.”

Chuckling Janus stepped closer, erasing any pretense of space between them. Finally deciding their hands would feel less awkward resting on the others’ hips, they pulled Janus forward gently and tilted their head with his. The general din of the airport faded away as soft strands of feather light hair tickled their nose and Janus’ hands came up to tangle in their own somewhat frizzier hair at the nape of their neck. There was an announcement that vaguely sounded like Janus was being called to board but they were only held tighter as their lips finally, finally met.

And oh.

They almost wished they could sue Disney only on the merit that it had set their expectations for a first kiss entirely too low. There were no fireworks, no choir to set the mood further. It didn’t feel like the climax of their life nor like coming home after a long and tiring journey. It was soft, so very soft. A simple brush against their lips that filled them with an indescribable amount of joy for such a small action; and then they were being pulled and they followed willingly, pressing against the other just a little tighter. Their noses bumped despite the angle and Roman’s hands still felt awkward even if Janus hadn’t brushed them away but it felt like nothing and everything they had always dreamed it would be because it was Janus so it was good and perfect and like nothing they had ever experienced or wanted to experience in their life.

It only lasted a couple seconds, Janus pulling away only to peck their nose and whisper a quiet “see you later” against their lips and he was gone, hurrying towards the plane as the last call for his appearance was announced. Roman stood there, dumbfounded with a burning face but a chest that was burning  ten times hotter, hands still slightly outstretched where Janus’ waist had been moments before. Shaking themself out of it they turned swiftly and made their way over to a bench by the windows to watch the plane take off. Four years in Venice for Janus, four years in Pennsylvania for Roman.

They could do that.

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Maybe my song isn’t happy enough but I

I see it take flight with the snowflakes above me

My coffee gets cold as I’m staring enthralled 

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At the snow the keeps falling outside

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Anaphylaxis.

Summary: You’re out on a mission with the ground team and Leonard accidentally sends you into anaphylactic shock by momentarily forgetting about your nut allergy. Featuring worried bones™.

Leonard x Reader

A/N: I wrote this at about 5am unable to sleep from a reaction I had yesterday. Definitely not perfect but take from it what you will.

Word Count: 1584

You adjusted the straps of your backpack looking up at the mountain you were to begin climbing.

Commander Spock led the way closely followed by your Captain, you and Doctor McCoy fell slightly behind, followed by the rest of the ground team.

“I trust you’ve all been for your pre-field check ups” Doctor McCoy announced to the group, shooting an annoyed glance at Jim, who he had just about given up all medical hope on “And you’re all in physical shape to get up this mountain at speed, we’re against the clock.” He dug around in his bag pulling out a smaller bag which contained bars resembling cereal bars, he handed one to each member of the team “If the going gets tough that’ll help you release more energy, my advice, save it for when you need it because it don’t taste good.”

You started your incline to the top of the mountain where there was believed to be a relic, vital to your completion of a bigger mission.

As you got a little more than half way up the conversation had died down as the high altitude made it harder to breathe, let alone talk.

“Bones, can I see you a second” Jim said, your boyfriend left your side for the first time all mission. He was always extra protective of you when you were out together on a mission and if he wasn’t with you he made sure his was the first face you saw in the transporter room when you got back.

Commander Spock dropped by to your side as Bones moved ahead

“How long before we reach the summit, Lieutenant Y/L/N?”

“Continuing at this pace, Commander, about 17 minutes but factoring in the low air pressure I’d say 25 is more accurate” Spock nodded in acknowledgement

“We will break just now before we intervene for the final climb. Well done everyone.” Spock announced to the group behind you.

“And now would be a good time to eat those bars, you’ll need them.” Leonard shouted as the team piled into a small piece of flat land.

You all sit in a close circle trying to keep warm off of each other’s body heat as Leonard and Jim continued to discuss the plans on some land above, still in earshot.

Around you everyone was eating their bars under doctors orders screwing their faces up in disgust which didn’t fill you with anticipation to eat yours. Spock noticed as he started to unwrap his,

“Lieutenant Y/L/N, due to the decrease of air pressure and the fact you are soon to be front line to unknown threats I think it is wise that you consume your energy bar.” he explained taking a bite out of his and then stopping turning his nose up slightly “Or perhaps, part of.”

You laughed to yourself but heeded his advice unwrapping your bar staring absent mindedly into the clouds.

It wasn’t until you swallowed it you felt it.

It started as a prickling under your chin which began to spread to the insides of your checks, filling your mouth with an overpowering swelling sensation. You knew what it was straight away. Anaphylactic shock.

Your tongue started to grow, knowing that your ability to talk or make any sound for that matter would soon be gone you hit Spock’s bicep with the back of your hand pathetically. He slowly turned his head to you, eyebrows furrowed, lips slightly parted, nothing in his eyes but confusion. You hit him harder. Your body started to tremble as you tried to describe the situation with your hands. His eyes narrowed, quickly darting away from you at times to see if anyone else has picked up on the situation. They hadn’t. Rolling your eyes you picked up the bar shaking it violently and gesturing to your throat. Spock’s eyes winded as he finally understood the message, his expressions changing from confusion to mild panic. You frantically gestured in the direction of Leonard.

“Jim would you please jus-”

“No, Bones get it out my face I-”

“It’s not even THAT bad-”

“Bones I’m not going to eat it-”

“Doctor McCoy” Spock interrupted without taking his eyes off of you

“Yes, Spock?” Leonard shouted back, borderline sarcastic.

“Lieutenant Y/L/N, seems to be… compromised.” He shouted back leaning out of the way giving Leonard a clear eye shot of you.

Your eyes were watering and unable to focus. You felt the unmistakable sensation of someone holding you by your throat against a wall.

“Dammit Y/N,” he said rushing over and kneeling down in front of you “Let’s take some deep breaths together.” He said calmly, suspecting it was a panic attack due to lack of air.

You opened your mouth to speak but only wheeze comes out.

“Shit.” Leonard’s mood changed “Spock get my med bag would ya?” he turned his attention back to you. “Can you breathe?”

You tilt your head to the side signalling a ‘kind of’ response. Your legs gave way from under you as you tried to stand from the rock you were sitting on, landing on an area of sharp rock, cutting your hand in the process.

Leonard copying your head movement while moving beside you on the uneven rock "Doesn’t really cut it for me. What brought this on?” He said while trying to give you a breathing pattern. You shook your head for two reasons. One, because you knew you were being treated for a panic attack. Two, because in all honestly you didn’t know.

You wrapped your arms around his throat softly tugging at it in an attempt to show him how you feel.

“You’re b-being chocked?” He asked as Jim stood up with his phaser looking for cloaked life forms.

You waved a dismissive hand at Jim, desperately searching the ground for a revolting bar but it too had been swept up in Leonard’s chaos.

“Doctor, Y/N level of alertness suggests that she is not experiencing a panic attack.” Spock called as he tried to locate the med bag

“Yeah, believe it or not Spock I had caught on to that, thank you.” He shouted back not turning his attention off of you. “I need you to think sweetheart, I can’t do much without some background.” You closed your eyes tight both in frustration and pain.

���Dammit Spock hurry up I need a damn tricorder before she suffocates.” The Doctor said more panicked with every wheeze that escaped you.

Spock placed the med bag down beside him, you started to violently shake your hand at him like you had done with the bar hoping he’d catch on.

“Doctor, what is in those energy bars?”

Leonard struck an annoyed glance at him as to say 'Is this really the time?’

You pointing to your finger to your nose and then to Spock backing up his question as Leonard caught on.

“Energy serum, oats, some sort of fruit?” He looked up at Spock who came to the realisation the same time he did.

“Nuts.” They said in sync.

Leonard’s face flashed with worry as he realised he’d just sent his girlfriend into anaphylactic shock.

“Where’s your epipen?” Leonard said as he began to roll down your clothing to access your thigh. You gritted your teeth together and narrowed your eyes as Leonard met your gaze. “Are you fucking kidding me? What kind of anaphylactic doesn’t bring thei-” He stopped himself with a huff, knowing his rant wouldn’t help the situation. He dug through his bag helplessly for a second before bringing out a hypo and injected it into your neck causing your swelling to go down almost immediately.

You gasped for breath and suddenly the low pressure felt like a countryside breeze. You leant back onto your forearms tilting back your head as the wheezing slowly left you.

“That’ll do for now,” he assured you in full doctor mode “But we’ll need to get you an epinephrine injection as soon as possible.” He looked over at Jim who nodded pulling out his comm to contact Scotty.

Leonard’s hand went to the back of your neck pulling it down to meet his gaze where he crouched over you. He signalled you to copy his breathing. It took what felt like forever before you were somewhat back to normal. Leonard kissed your forehead softly.

“Why do you do these things to me?” he scoffed into your hair.

“I didn’t know you were plotting a murder.” You said pulling away to see his hazel eyes full of apology.

“C'mon darlin’” he said as Spock also moved to your side lifting you by the arm and waist steadying you. Bones packed up his things and took your hand over his shoulder moving you further down the mountain to where scotty could reach you.

“It’s fine. Look I’ll be fine. Let’s go on.” You said hopefully gazing up at Leonard who shook his head slowly. “Lee.” You whined, “You worry too much.”

Leonard shook his head and scoffed looking down at you, “I wonder why?”

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Requested by Anon: Sherlock x reader. The reader is Sherlock’s girlfriend and she is allergic to latex and there is an accident when a new police officer hands her a piece of evidence causing her to have a bad reaction.

(gif not mine but writing is)

Not the evidence you need

Standing in the kitchen of 221B Baker Street, you watch as your tea slowly brews. Occasionally you glance at your boyfriend who was sitting in his chair, Sherlock Holmes. He wore a purple shirt, black jacket and trousers. His cheekbones were chiseled and his hair fell in dark curls. Sat in the chair opposite was his best friend Dr John Watson. A shorter man who wore a checkered shirt and had hair that was a mixture of light brown and the odd strand of grey. It can be quite difficult being the girlfriend of the world famous ‘consulting detective’. Sherlock isn’t very affectionate a lot and you could not think of a time that you were really intimate together. Come to think of it becoming his girlfriend was something that sort of just happened. You had now been together for two months and despite the peculiarities, you enjoyed every second of it. 

Taking out the teabag and adding a splash of milk, you dust off you black skirt and blue top. Hearing the faint buzz of Sherlock’s mobile phone, you watch him stand up almost automatically and put on his long dark coat. “Murder” he exclaims with a smile on his face. “John, (Y/N), I need your help.“Following Sherlock’s lead all three of you walk down the stairs and out of 221B to hail a cab. On the way you hand your cup of tea to Mrs Hudson. “It’s fresh, enjoy it for me.” you say to her smiling as she accepts the cup. 

Sherlock’s job always intrigued you so when he started to ask you to accompany him, you jumped at the chance. Even Sherlock noticed that the idiots on the force stopped calling him ‘freak’ when he starting flaunting his girlfriend. It took them a while but they have finally stopped offering you gloves when you arrived at a crimescene. You are allergic to latex and it was always best to be safe. They now started to have new forensic and police members at the crime scenes that Sherlock attends to as special training. Greg the inspector at Scotland Yard thought that the newbies should learn from one of the best and well Sherlock loves to show off. 

Stepping out of the cab the three of you approached the house and you could see the signs of a forced entry. Following Sherlock you look around the scene. A lifeless body of woman lay on the floor. A struggle had taken place by the looks of it as shattered glass lay scattered around the body.  There were familiar faces at this scene Greg showing Sherlock something of interest he had found, Anderson hiding in the corner. 

“Hi” said a face that you had not seen before as he slowly approached you. He was a new police officer, around the same age of you, tall and fair haired, he looked a bit nervous. You smiled and raised your hand in acknowledgement. “I’m Jack. So you are a friend of THE Sherlock Holmes.” he asked.You giggled to yourself. “I guess you could say that. I’m (Y/N).”  you chuckled. “How long have you been on the force?" "My second week but my first murder.” he replied smiling at you and his eyes sparkling. He suddenly nervously looked at the floor. “I… was wondering if maybe sometimes… we could…”

“Jack I need you to have a look at this.” Greg called. You also noticed Sherlock glaring at Jack with a look that said don’t ever do that again. "It looks like that guy has really taken a shine to you and it made a certain someone very jealous.“ John laughed as he walked to stand next to you. "Oh Sherlock, always the idiot. The poor guy was only introducing himself.” you say as you stare at your boyfriend. 

You always found it fascinating and mesmerising watching him work. He was like a coiled spring as he studied the scene and examined the body. You weren’t sure what expression you had on your face when Sherlock looked up at you but your pupils must of dilated because he had a smirk on his face.You could feel your cheeks growing warmer as you blushed, making Sherlock’s smile even wider.  Staring over his shoulder, you glanced at John’s notes. Despite Sherlock never admitting it, John was a lot smarter than he claimed to be. Judging by what was written and the deductions that Sherlock was making aloud, this case will be solved quickly. Though the boys occasionally valued your input, you did sometimes feel that most of the time you stood around agreeing with what they were saying. 

“Hey (Y/N), take a look at this.” said Jack, he must have sensed your boredom. You stretched your arm out, with your hand open. “We think it may be significant. Originally I thought it could have been a domestic dispute but I think that a baby could be the key to this case.” he said placing the item in your hand. “There are several of these around the room but the one taken for testing could have something hidden inside of it." 

Your fingers stroked the object as your hand opened. Jack had given you a pacifier. You took a closer look at the object in your hand. "There are some strange scratches on the handle.” you deduce as you examine the pacifier. “Odd for these materials. The strong plastic and the… latex.” Your eyes widened as it fell from your hands. Almost instantly your throat began to tighten. “(Y/N) what’s wrong?” Jack said with a look of panic on his face. “Sir?” he called as he turned his head round to look at Greg. 

Clutching to the wall your body falls, making you sit on the floor. Heavily gasping for air, desperate for oxygen as you could barely breath. “(Y/N)!” Sherlock yells with worry as he rushes over to you. “Move!” he shouts at Jack as he pushes him out of the way. You wanted to tell him that it wasn’t Jack’s fault it was an accident. But you could not speak. John hurriedly called the emergency services on his mobile, he knew how serious this was. 

“Where is it?” Sherlock murmured as he rummaged through your handbag whilst kneeling over you. A tear starts to roll down your cheek as continued to gasp for air, you were starting to feel tired. Finally Sherlock had found the epipen he was looking for. He looked down at your skirt and then back up to your face. “Everyone look away!” he shouted. Even in that moment of emergency it seemed that your dignity still came first. As if working by clockwork, everybody turned away from you and stared at the wall. They knew better than to defy Sherlock, especially on such a serious matter. As gently as he could under the circumstances, he hitched up your skirt. “(Y/N), keep your eyes on me. Just look at me.” he said tenderly, he knew that you hated needles and wanted you to focus on something else. 

With urgency he jabbed the epipen into your thigh, making you flinch and grab onto the sleeve of his coat. After ten long seconds had passed he removed it and rubbed your thigh where the needle had been and then pulled your skirt back down. Holding one of your hands in his, he gently stroke your face with the other, wiping the tears from your cheek. Slowly your breathing became steadier, though your body began to shake with the shock of it all. The adrenaline was working its magic. You mouthed the words ‘thank you’ to him, making him smile. “John, she’s Ok now isn’t she?” he said. 

Kneeling down next to him, John began to examine you. Glancing at the discarded pacifier, Sherlock’s smile faded. “Where is the idiot who gave you that?” he growled whilst he began to stand up. Quickly your hands began to claw at Sherlock’s coat, pulling him back down towards you. “Sherlock. Be. Nice.” you said whilst breathing loudly, as you looked into each others eyes. Sherlock still looked worried, even though he was trying not to let it show.  

“She’s reacting well to the adrenaline but we should wait for the ambulance to get here so they can check her. As long as she does not move, she’ll be fine.” said John with a reassuring smile. 

“Guys, I’m fine.” you say confidently whilst standing up. The sudden movement made the room spin and your legs buckle. Sherlock held you supportingly as he gently pulled you back onto the floor. 

“Idiot.” Sherlock said sarcastically making you giggle. The sound of your laughter made him smile. He leant over you and tenderly placed a kiss on your forehead and then another on your hand. 

Relief washed over him as the sound of ambulance sirens began to drone in the distance.