#casey rice

[nofatclips]

Vessel by Tangents from the album Timeslips

[radiophd]

tortoise -- cobwebbed [remix by casey rice]

[echos-muses]

i will literally never be over how peter mills is the one who went to hold matt after he got the news that hallie died. not even gabby could do it, but peter did it without hesitation. even though he felt some type of way towards casey, he went to comfort him when someone he loved and almost married died. everyone else was so shocked and didn’t know what to do, but peter? peter mills’s gut instinct was to put his personal feelings aside and comfort someone who he thought was making his life at work hell on purpose because he was with gabby. peter mills who instantly took in a puppy because it would’ve been drowned otherwise. peter mills who always tried to get people to smile. peter mills who lovingly cooked for everyone. i will never ever ever not love peter mills so much. he was such a great addition to the show. he was empathetic, kind, hard-working, ambitious, caring, determined. i love chicago fire so fucking bad, this show has genuinely made me sob so many times, so many ways, for so many different reasons.

[futureboy-caseyjones]

whatcha munching on???

🦆 anon

Brrr

«Food»

[hazem-khalil]

Mahmoud's family is staying in Nuseirat, where earlier today, Israel bombed a school sheltering hundreds of displaced families! At least 17 people were killed, including 9 children! The youngest of the martyrs is a baby who is only 11 months old! Children were literally torn to pieces according to eyewitnesses! This is the 196th school in Gaza that Israel has bombed!!

Mahmoud has 17 family members, including 10 children stuck in Nuseirat right now. When I heard that 17 people had been killed, among which are multiple children, I was so worried for Mahmoud’s family. I was so worried that the worst had happened to them. School should have been a place where they can study and learn, not a place they are sheltering in because their home has been destroyed, not a place where they have to worry about being torn into pieces by bombs!

Life for these 10 children is very difficult. In addition to facing frequent bomb threats, they have lost their home, and they also lack most basic necessities. Food and clean water are hard to come by, and if they are available, they are very expensive. Prices in Gaza have skyrocketed to 300% of their normal price, so often they cannot afford to buy daily necessities like food and medical supplies! Please help them reach $4500 by the end of this week so the children will not go to sleep hungry! You literally have the ability to save the lives of these children!

Only $3,642 CAD raised of $80,000 goal! $858 more to reach our short term goal of $4500!

@appsa @buttercuparry @turian @timetravellingkitty @schoolhater

@aces-and-angels @magnus-rhymes-with-swagness @malcriada @jezior0

@neptunerings @brokenbackmountain @khanger @determinate-negation

@transmutationisms @sylvianritual @imjustheretotrytohelp @sunflowersmoths

@maaszeltov @heliopixels @zigcarnivorous @armysurplus

@executing @venus-is-in-bloom @lesbianmaxevans

@trans-to-the-misogyny @brutaliakhoa @furiousfinnstan @paparoach

@celadonwanderer @girlinafairytale @2tbssd @forgetfulrecord

@lesbianmaxevans @fading-event-608 @repulsion @noncathartic @gusherbug

@autisticmudkip @FUCKGIMP @tiredguyswag @briarhips @three-croissants

@fly-sky-high-09 @maoistyuri @noble-kale @caseys-soup-corner @shoogachi @j0ckhead @whoopsiedaisy20 @squidie-tittie

@dreamingamongthestars @foulharbor

@3amsnow @ehjane @dogesterone @specialmouse

@thehollyraven @amorosebeing @murenaaaaa @thesblu @batricity

@zeia-reblog-blog @hojoslutoru @skiddlecat @gremlinandacrow

@distinguishedbananalord @2bu @saviorified @dappledwrites @fardf150

@cakeicecreamandicecreamcake @venn-ila-ve @thelittlestspider

@safodebuenosaires @peeptro @ripe @ohwarnette @omaano

@intricatecakes @marbirds @kingtransgender @friendlizard @pianta

@fogartdungeon @honeybee-fuzz @smalldumbpigeon @sakeeeee

@bhavna-does-stuff @hal-your-pal @nevermore-was-here @imjustli @cheesey-rice

@mai-monnie @nightydraws @mysteryvhs @theothergal @mere-glim

@salty-mush-soup @illiterate-words @mindfulruminate @fluffykitty149

@bdluejay @z--z--wz--t-z @sweetsweethate

@crapscicle @dk65 @laz-laz-ace-pilot @blackpearlblast

@olovelymoon-slow-answers @greed-the-dorkalicious @kordeliiius

@a-shade-of-blue

[mahmoudfamily7]

Please; Help My Family Survive –

Friends, I’m reaching out again for support for my family in Gaza. what do you think the number of evacuation counted ?

and each time they return to even less. In my family 10 children suffer daily from constant stomach pain and diarrhea because of the scarce, contaminated food. With no safe food or water in sight, they desperately need help.

My family also includes 3 infants, including the youngest, baby Meryem, born just months ago during this horrific war. My sister nearly lost her life giving birth due to a lack of medical resources. She’s still suffering from severe infections because she couldn’t get the care she needed.

Since May, and because of your support my family has raised only 4,788 CAD of the 7500 CAD as first goal, and every bit is needed for food, clean water, and urgent medical supplies.

My campaign is also #3 on @/gaza-evacuation-funds vetted list here!

vetted by bilal-salah0, and vetted by association @hazem-khalil!

Please, if you can, contribute to help them survive these unimaginable conditions. Every share, every donation, no matter the size, makes a difference.

Thank you so much for any support you can offer.

@appsa @buttercuparry @turian @timetravellingkitty @schoolhater

@aces-and-angels @magnus-rhymes-with-swagness @malcriada @jezior0

@neptunerings @brokenbackmountain @khanger @determinate-negation

@transmutationisms @sylvianritual @imjustheretotrytohelp @sunflowersmoths

@maaszeltov @heliopixels @zigcarnivorous @armysurplus

@executing @venus-is-in-bloom

@lesbianmaxevans

@trans-to-the-misogyny @brutaliakhoa @furiousfinnstan @paparoach

@celadonwanderer @girlinafairytale @2tbssd @forgetfulrecord

@lesbianmaxevans @fading-event-608

@repulsion @noncathartic @gusherbug

@autisticmudkip @FUCKGIMP

@tiredguyswag @briarhips @three-croissants

@fly-sky-high-09 @maoistyuri

@noble-kale @hazem-khalil

@finalgirlabigailhobbs @bilal-salah0

@caseys-soup-corner @shoogachi @j0ckhead @whoopsiedaisy20 @squidie-tittie

@dreamingamongthestars @foulharbor

@3amsnow @ehjane @dogesterone

@specialmouse

@thehollyraven @amorosebeing @murenaaaaa @thesblu

@batricity

@zeia-reblog-blog @hojoslutoru @skiddlecat @gremlinandacrow

@distinguishedbananalord @2bu @saviorified @dappledwrites @fardf150

@cakeicecreamandicecreamcake @venn-ila-ve @thelittlestspider

@safodebuenosaires @peeptro

@ripe @ohwarnette @omaano

@intricatecakes @marbirds @kingtransgender @friendlizard @pianta

@fogartdungeon @honeybee-fuzz @smalldumbpigeon @sakeeeee

@bhavna-does-stuff @hal-your-pal

@nevermore-was-here @imjustli @cheesey-rice

@mai-monnie @nightydraws @mysteryvhs @theothergal @mere-glim

[fandom]

Books

Vampires and lesbian necromancers and demigods, oh my!

Percy Jackson & The Olympians +2 by Rick Riordan

Dracula by Bram Stroker

The Harry Potter series -2 by J.K. Rowling

The Locked Tomb series +6 by Tamsyn Muir

The Warrior Cats series -1 by Erin Hunter

A Song of Ice and Fire +7 by George R.R. Martin

Six Of Crows -5 by Leigh Bardugo

The All for the Game series -3 by Nora Sakavic

Pride And Prejudice -3 by Jane Austen

The Silmarillion +1 by J.R.R. Tolkien

The Secret History -2 by Donna Tartt

King of Scars by Leigh Bardugo

A Court of Thorns and Roses series -6 by Sarah J. Maas

The Folk of the Air series -2 by Holly Black

The Trials of Apollo series -1 by Rick Riordan

The Discworld series +4 by Terry Pratchett

The Raven Cycle series -1 by Maggie Stiefvater

The Picture Of Dorian Gray +6 by Oscar Wilde

Maus by Art Spiegelman

The Song Of Achilles -5 by Madeline Miller

The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

The Simon Snow series -1 by Rainbow Rowell

The Shadowhunter Chronicles -1 by Cassandra Clare

The Vampire Chronicles by Anne Rice

If We Were Villains +3 by M. L. Rio

Wings Of Fire -1 by Tui T. Sutherland

The Last Hours Series by Cassandra Clare

The Animorph series +8 by K. A. Applegate

The Viscount Who Loved Me by Julia Quinn

The Iliad +10 by Homer

Red, White, and Royal Blue -13 by Casey McQuiston

The Stormlight Archive series -9 by Brandon Sanderson

1984 +8 by George Orwell

Wuthering Heights +8 by Emily Brontë

The Twilight Saga -3 by Stephanie Meyer

The Outsiders by S. E. Hinton

Romeo And Juliet +1 by William Shakespeare

The Great Gatsby -12 by F. Scott Fitzgerald

The Dark Artifices -2 by Cassandra Clare

The Captive Prince series -21 by C. S. Pacat

Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard -8 by Rick Riordan

The Fowl Adventures series -8 by Eoin Colfer

The Dreamer Trilogy by Maggie Stiefvater

The Wicked Powers +1 by Cassandra Clare

The Odyssey by Homer

The Throne Of Glass Series -17 by Sarah J. Maas

Renegades by Marisa Meyer

The Infernal Devices -9 by Cassandra Clare

Strange Case of Dr Jekyll And Mr Hyde -3 by Robert Louis Stevenson

Moby Dick by Herman Melville

The number in italics indicates how many spots a title moved up or down from the previous year. Bolded titles weren’t on the list last year.

[tmntkiseki]

Things that are official TMNT 2003 canon

Leonardo has the longest list of favorite foods, including rice, fish, salads, apples, and pizza (funnily enough, the list doesn't include sushi, although Donatello says in his profile that it's one of his favorites, alongside pizza)

Leonardo hangs Japanese lanterns in his room to make it more relaxing. He's also the only turtle to sleep in a traditional Japanese futon.

Raphael is the only turtle who doesn't have pizza listed as one of/his favorite food. (His favorite food is cereal.)

He also insists that the original Jurassic Park book is better than the movie. (I mean isn't the book always better than the movie?)

Raphael sleeps in a hammock because "sleeping on a mattress is for wimps." It should be noted that there are pillows beneath it, meaning he probably falls out of it on a regular basis.

One of Donatello's nicknames is actually spelled "Donny," not "Donnie" as it tends to be within the fanbase.

Donatello keeps a photo of April in his room, stating "she's kinda nice to have around." (I don't ship 03 Apriltello for obvious reasons, but there's no denying he had a puppy crush on her.)

Michelangelo is a Jimmy Buffet fan while Donatello is stated to enjoy The Roches.

Michelangelo has a drum set in his room that he plays "all night." He also has a working jukebox.

April likes most music. Except opera. She doesn't like opera.

April's hobbies include antiquing, martial arts, reading, and "talking to interesting people."

Casey likes Mexican and Italian food, along with pretzels and... beverages. He was definitely going to say beer.

Casey also apparently likes Mike Hammer books.

Shredder's favorite colors, in his own words: "Purple, the color of royalty, as it befits me. Black, the color of the void that only I can fill. Red, as it flows from the lifeless bodies of my enemies!"

Oroku "Food is a disease" Saki

Either Hun has a sweet tooth or there's a big pun going on here because his favorite food? Pound cake. (He also wants you to just call him "sir.")

[the-modern-typewriter]

Hello hello! I absolutely adore your writing, it just feels so complex and the dialogue is so perfect you don't understand, probably my favorite writer in tumblr ^^

Do you have any favorite books? I'm not really into reading but I want to write my own stories, and English isn't my first language so I always try to read but I don't really continue since most of them aren't really in my taste– but I'm willing to try anything you read or take inspiration from since I'll probably like it since I like your work so much :]

Sorry, hope that made sense, ty <3

So, I'd like to think that while my writing has a consistent *vibe* it also covers quite a few different genres and moods that could be what you are interested in. Let's go.

If you like a book rooted in complex, dysfunctional power dynamics try....Summer Sons by Lee Mandelo, The Last Tale of The Flower Bride by Roshani Chokski, The Invisible Life of Addie La Rue by V.E Schwab, Gone Girl or Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn, Deathless by Catherynne M Valente, If We Were Villains by M.L Rio, The Foxhole Court by Nora Sakovic, Dark Rise by C.S Pascat, Interview with a vampire by Anne Rice, These Violent Delights by Micah Nemerever.

(You can see that complex, dysfunctional power dynamics that are central to the story are basically my favourite thing haha. My absolute jam and butter! The dynamics themselves vary. You may root for some and watch others in delighted horror.)

If you like a great, not a romcom, enemies to lovers romantasy, try...Sorcery of Thorns by Margaret Rogerson, Girl, Serpent, Thorn by Melissa Bashardoust, The Folk of the Air trilogy by Holly Black.

For some fantasy horror vibes, try...Rolling in the Deep by Mira Grant (mermaids!), House of Hollow by Krystal Sutherland, The Hollow Places by T. Kingfisher.

If you want something cute and LGBTQ, try...The House on Cerulean Sea or In the Lives of Puppets by T.J Klune, One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston, Carry on by Rainbow Rowell, anything by F.T Lukens.

For short story collections that make me want to write...Things We Say in the Dark by Kirsty Logan, Salt Slow by Julia Armfield, Through The Woods by Emily Carrol or the multi-author anthology Hag.

And, let's be real, absolutely no one is following me for worldbuilding, but...

For worldbuilding that has stayed with me, try...The Wayward Children series (all stories semi-standalone) by Seanan McGuire, The Belles by Dhonielle Clayton, The Coldest Girl in Coldtown by Holly Black

I know I haven't done superheroes. I just...?? I liked Hench by Natalie Zina Walschotts, but honestly most of them just don't interest me. Sorry.

[aealzx]

Better Genes pg 6-10 / 38

A short ROTTMNT comic based off of 2003 TMNT Good Genes

(Read right to left)

Note, this comic will contain in either imagery or text: illness, fever, injury, bruises, blood, IV, needles, syringes, drugs, sedatives, body aches, sprained ankle, mild mutation, cracked ribs, injured eye, tranquilizer gun, pharmacy, TV Medicine, TV Science

as well as

familial fluff, hurt/comfort, very minor drama/angst, personal adjustments to canon designs

Featured characters: Donnie, Mikey, Leo, Raph, April, Splinter, Casey

Pg 1-5     . . . .    Pg 11-14     Pg 15-18     Pg 19-22      Pg 23-25

Pg 26-29

Written Add on Part 1

Pg 30-33     Pg 34-35     Pg 36-38

___________

omg I actually didn’t think I would have anything to upload for another few weeks or so, but never underestimate the power of positive reinforcement and a free friday night X’DDDDD You guys have been so sooo sweet and great with the first few pages. A lot of the comments made me laugh. Thank you so much ;v;

This chunk was also a bit faster ‘cause I already had pages 9 and 10 drawn when I uploaded the first 5 pages, so there was just 3 more to get through. I’m finding while doing this that I really enjoy drawing April’s mouth. XDD It’s so fun and easy to get to squish around in different positions.

Fun facts:

I had to google that chemistry shet ‘cause I didn’t really have a chemistry class ever and know nothing X’D I skipped straight to AP chem and that was the dumbest thing I’ve done in my school life.

I defaulted to rice and beans for the food because that’s my default food when I don’t want to eat.

[a-really-cool-blog-name]

Random tmnt head-canons time!

(Some of these I probably accidentally permanently borrowed from someone and didn't even realize soooooooo-)

Rise Casey has a really sensitive scalp and shaved her hair off specifically so people wouldn't pull It in battle.

The whole "Leo can't remember Warren Stone" thing is universal and if they ever had a crossover it'd be a running joke that all the other Leos also can't remember Warren Stones existence for the life of them.

Rise Raph crochets, his favorite thing to make is little animals.

2012 Casey gets his ears pierced eventually.

2012 Raph would totally garden if it wasn't for the bugs.

All the Donnies have their coffee either black or with 17725337387 toppings, there is no in-between.

Every one of the rise kids can cook but Donnie is not allowed to anymore due to the fact that he tried to experiment on his brothers with the food.

However, Leo didn't figure out you had to wash rice for a ridiculously long time.

The Leo toaster curse still applies to rise Leo, he just cooks his toast in a pan.

2012 April's kraang traits get more intense as she gets older.

All of the 2012 gang that were affected by the whole vampire thing still have slightly longer and sharper canines than they did before that incident.

If 2012 Leo wore clothes, 3/4 of his closet would be purely space heroes merch.

2003 Donny got lasting physical effects from the good genes Arc.

2003 Casey did not figure out that the turtles were teenagers until he offered Raph a beer.

Most of the rise villains do NOT know that they're teenagers.

The rise boys (not Mikey though) are going to be really tall.

Rise Donnie still needs glasses and wears contact lenses.

All the turtles have tails. (I forget this one is a head cannon half the time.)

Mutant mayhem Donnie is the youngest. And his brothers will make random jokes about anime characters that Donnie cares deeply about but they don't at all. (Think like they print out a picture of gojo and then they place him on a light switch so when you turn the light on his legs come off.)

The 2003 turtles basically just spin a wheel in their minds to see the age order for the day.

If there's a turtle that's not neurodivergent they're the diversity hire.

[wannabepsychiatrist]

A new companion? [Pt. 3]

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He nods a little nervous about what you’re thinking since you stared at him. “Aren’t vegetables like seagrass? I’ve had seagrass. Not my favorite.. hard to eat.” He says biting his lip, remembering what it felt like in his mouth before making a face. He shifts as he thinks, his mind drifting back to the stare you gave him. “Are you upset with me..? You looked upset..” ✁✃✁✃✁✃✁✃✁✃✁✃✁✃✁✃✁✃✁✃✁✃✁✃✁✃✁✃✁ "I..... wouldn't know." He decided to only stuff one pepper and cook extra meat for Casey, since he probably needed more than Chilton did anyways and who knows if he'd like peppers or rice. He adapted, just moving on and turning on the stove and setting the skillet on it, blue flames settling on the bottom. They shook their head at the question. "Not upset, just. not sure of anything. A little confused."

@toothingz

[littleprincerianne]

Get to Know Me!

Name: Ria / Rianne

Big Age: 21

Smol/Little Age: 1-6 (approximately?)

Pronouns: she/her

Favourites:

Fruit: Peach, Strawberry, Apple

Food: Chicken, Pasta... I like spicy food too sometimes! :D

Snacks: Sour Candies, Gummies

Drink: Soda, Juice (especially grape-flavoured ones!)

Animal: Cats!

Activities: Listening to Music, Chatting/Talking to Friends, Sleep (eepy.)

Rianne's Random List of Facts:

I don't like meanies and bigoted people >:(

I can't stand rice cakes, red beans, matcha, plain-flavoured warm milk...

I have always disliked and feared Barney

Before Tumblr, I was kinda a little bit active and known on Wattpad for an agere fic

Artists in My Playlist: mico, wayv/nct, lesserafim, alec benjamin, heejin/chuu/loossemble, vaultboy, conan gray, valley, zb1, ive, kenzie but honestly i don't listen to music when itty bitty

i actually have a tendency to avoid gadgets when fully itty bitty

i cuss a lot, but i try my hardest not to do that here

I grew up watching YouTubers... still do sometimes (dan & phil, ryan higa, smosh, try guys, gabi belle, film cooper, the theorist channels, casey aonso, etc.)

I like watching different documentaries or docuseries, or listening to them in the background while doing chores/schoolwork

I'm ace! 🖤🩶🤍💜

I like jumping on puddles and playing in the rain >:D

What do I do?

Photo Edits

Moodboards, Stim Boards, Outfit Boards

I'm open to receiving messages and making friends, but please keep in mind things like age and your personal sense of comfort/security.

[v-era-18]

Red Licorice

Chapter Two: Death Calling

“You look so pretty in that dress (Y/n). Please do a little twirl for me.” - Ghostface

“Are you sure you don’t need more time to yourself at home?” Aunt Gia stood at the doorframe of the teens room watching the girl pack a duffel bag for the sleepover over at Sidney’s, “I understand your mourning in a different way, but I'm concerned with how fast you are going out and rushing the process. The funeral is being pushed back to Saturday and I think getting your emotions in order is a good idea.”

(Y/n) paused at the mention of the funeral, “Why is the funeral being pushed back? I thought they already approved the body to be transported to the funeral home?”

Gia sighed, “Mrs. Becker said something about them needing to examine her body some more. The officers are also searching and finding somethings in Casey and Steves rooms to see if there is any chance they may have crossed someone in order to be murdered.” Her aunt watched her face grow distraught for a moment letting a few tears slip loose before turning back to the duffel bag.

“She would want me to forget for a little bit,” The afro haired girl's voice was barely above a whisper, “Casey never wanted me to dwell on the negative for two long-“ She cut off her shoulders shaking slightly.

Yes it’s true that’s what her best friend would have wanted, but was it how she wanted to mourn her? The sleepover with Sidney and Tatum seemed to soon. They would never be replacements for Casey but she did really enjoy her time with her other friends. (Y/n) needed support and laughs right now, not to lose herself in her room on what could’ve been.

Her aunt let out a soft sigh, her eyes downcast as she looked at her niece. She was just worried-to much was going on in such a short amount of time-not to mention she still hasn't told her the news. That would have to wait a little while longer.

She promised her brother that she would take good care of her. Taking up many night shifts, providing the girl with endless amounts of food and movies to preoccupy herself at home to fill the silent void. They spent time together when they could on Saturdays, but she knew the girl missed being able to talk with someone each day.

So she’ll allow this sleepover for her niece to forget what’s going on for tonight.

“Your right I'm sorry, just pack what you need for the night and I'll drop you off,” Gia kneels before her niece placing a soft kiss on her forehead for good measure, “Just please be safe and make good decisions. There's a killer out there and you girls being at the house by yourselves puts my nerves on edge.”

(Y/n) gives her a reassuring smile, “Safety in numbers is what you taught me, I haven't forgotten.”

Her aunt smiled back before leaving out of the room to what sounded like the kitchen. Getting back to the duffle bag (Y/n) wanted to make sure she had a good option of movies packed along with her movie journal. She's watched the movies enough times to recite them simply by listening to the eerie background music. She only hoped Tatum wouldn’t find it bothersome-knowing she’d want to gossip.

The phone started to ring in the other room causing the girl to halt her task, “(Y/n)! One of your friends are on the phone!”

The girl frowned slightly, wondering why Sidney would call when they agreed on four o’clock being the meeting time. Hopefully something didn’t come up, she’d hate to go over Tatums with Dewey breathing down her neck.

The living room was spacious and comfortable, one of the girl’s favorite shows was on, with mellow colors filling the screen. The warm aroma of leftover rice and chicken seeped from the kitchen causing the girls shoulders to relax.

Walking past the deep brown couch she made her way towards her aunt standing with the phone, “Is it Sidney? Can I not come over?”

Gia shook her head with a teasing look on her face, “I wish. When you said you have ‘guy friends’ I was expecting that Randy boy-not Stuart little-“

(Y/n) quickly took the phone, covering the speaker, “Auntie!” Her cheeks were warm, heart thumping in fear. She didn’t want Stu to get any wrong idea about her, especially with how she felt for him in the past, “I got it from here.”

The older woman simply waved her hands in the air walking away, “I’m goin I’m goin.”

A chuckle emerged from the phone, causing the girl to smile, “whatcha need Mr Matcher?“

“Hey! You know it’s just Stu, (N/n),” Stu’s hoarse voice through (Y/n) for a loop, her heart racing and grip on the phone tightening. The boy sounded tired and strained like he just got done running a marathon. The girl won’t lie-it was attractive. “After all these years you gotta remember.”

“Yeah yeah, you know I'm just messin with ya,” She went back to her room with the phone and started planning out her outfit for school tomorrow. “But-uh-not to be rude or anything but is there a reason why you called?”

There was movement on the other end, a shout then his voice emerged once more, “Well precious, me and Billy boy got a couple of horror movies to try out this afternoon-and we were wondering if you would like to join us?”

The request caused the girl to pause for a moment, the request didn’t feel foreign just off. The last time she had a good horror movie night with just the two boys was over three years ago, before the status quo absorbed them causing them to slowly be on the back burner. (Y/n) missed those days when she'd go over Stu's house with Billy, the three would laugh and shout at the tv with the horrible scenes the directors could have easily fixed or made more interesting. It was one night where she told them her dream of being a horror film director, their reactions were a lot different from the girls-they gave her full support from the get go. Billy even asked if she wanted his dads old camera to practice shots, she turned it down even though he insisted.

“Earth to (Y/n)! You shouldn’t leave a man hanging here in suspense!”

“A-ah sorry Stu! It’s just…we haven’t done one of those nights for god knows how long,” she paused looking at a cute cropped juicy couture t-shirt before grabbing one of her dad’s flannels to match, “Forgive me for feeling a bit nostalgic.”

Stu lost his teasing tone, a softer one emerging, “I’m sorry precious, it has been a long time since.” The girl was too focused on how calming the voice was to acknowledge the nickname, “If you come over I promise we’ll make it worth your while! We’ll even get your favorite popcorn!”

A sad frown set on the girl's face, she didn’t want to turn her friends down but she already made plans tonight. She remembered what Sidney said about no boys, so a quick lie wouldn’t hurt. She would just reschedule, “My aunt unfortunately wants me to stay home tonight due to what happened in order to process….y-you know-“

“You don’t have to explain I understand-“

“No! I still want to do the movie night with you guys! I-is there anyway we could do it tomorrow?” (Y/n) heard whispers on the other end making her stomach do flips, “or if your busy tomorrow that’s fine we can find another day-“

“Tomorrow is fine. We’ll see you then.” It was Billy this time. His tone was abnormally short with her, almost if he was angry with her. And just like that the line went dead, causing the girl's stomach to drop.

‘How rude.’

☿

The two women pull up to the two story country home, the one where (Y/n) constantly dreamed of having in the future after stardom. It was a good acre of land, not to mention it seemed more private away from civilization-one thing she desired the most.

She thought about it often around tenth grade-maybe it was the teenage hormones catching up to her but she constantly thought about having a husband entrepreneur at the house with the kids; She would come home find her husband head laid on the back of the couch, her two sons laid on either side a horror movie playing on the screen in the background, the killers victims screaming bloody murder.

To whom might say it was a weird scene she desired to see one day-she found it euphoric. Sometimes she'd randomly talk about with Casey, she told her how she would envision her as the rich aunt soiling her nephews with gifts before they went shopping for their homes. Their husbands would play with the kids in the yard as they cooked dinner, talking about all they've achieved the past few months, maybe even some of their sexcapades. If there's one thing she's looking forward to the crazy amounts of sex she would be getting from her husband-a very far thought from the wholesome ones she had before.

Sidney came out of the house in time to see the two women roll to a stop in front of the residence. The brunette smiled at the sight of her best friend getting out of the car with her bag, heading to the front door waving good-bye to her aunt. The girl felt a weight lifted off her shoulders, after all the stress at school with the murmurs about the murder of her classmates she got to hang out with the girl she enjoyed hanging out with the most. Of course she wouldn't admit that to Tatum though.

“Hey! You brought the movies?” Even though the two of them hadn't mentioned movies through Sid's invitation, (Y/n) always had horror movies on deck when sleeping over someone's house, “Let me guess The Exorcist? Halloween-,”

The girl shook her head, curls bouncing, “Nope Friday the 13th! I felt like ogling Jason as he murders the camp counselors,” The two made their way inside the house (Y/n) sitting the bag down in the living room as she took off her shoes , “I also brought some candy if you want some!”

Sidney made a face, “Don't tell me it's some of that nasty red licorice you be eating,”

(Y/n) slowly put the bag of candies away a pout moved on her lips, “Well if you want to be rude you don't have to have any,” this caused the brunet to laugh, laying out on the couch flipping on the news channel.

“The entire nation was shocked today by the teen murders in North Carolina-”

Switch.

“The state Bureau of Investigation has joined forces with the local authorities to help catch what the Governor has called the most heinous-”

Switch again.

Sidney froze along with (Y/n) as Gale weathers appeared on the screen. Her teeth were shiny as ever, ready to twist her words for her fans, “This is not the first time the small town of Bayboro has endured such tragedy. Only a year ago, Mauren Prescott, wife and mother, was found raped and murdered…” The screen was soon filled with a black and white snapshot of a beautiful woman-Sid completely switched off the TV, her mouth growing dry from the familiar image of her mother engrained in her mind.

(Y/n) saw the girl discomfort before walking over and bringing her into a long hug on the sofa. She knew it had been over a year since Mrs. Prescott's death, she had heard the rumors although Sidney testified and she couldn't help but believe the accused rather than Sidney's view. The killer easily could have been a jealous wife or possibly another lover that got tired of her cheating, it was more logical to think that way.

“Do you wanna watch something else other than horror movies? I have some rom-com movies that Tatum likes-”

“No,” Sidney shook her head turning to her friend, “I invited you over so you could have a nice day from everything going on. Let's just get comfortable and pop the movie in.”

(Y/n) creased her brows in concern, “What about Tatum?”

Sidney got up and headed to the stairs gesturing for her to follow, “She has practice this afternoon, she'll join us in an hour. Enough time to get the first movie out the way before she starts complaining.”

“Mind if I take a shower first?”

“Yeah sure, it's next to my room , I have some towels in the closet next to it,” Sidney directed her to the bathroom, making sure the girl had everything she needed before going to the kitchen to prepare some popcorn.

In the shower (Y/n) made sure to take a long shower, using her scrubs, oils and even her favorite perfume before putting on the silk nightie that her friends adored. Today she was wearing black with white lace straps and trim. She thought it'd be a good idea to cheer up her friends and feel a bit normal with their routine as seniors. It was time to branch out and have fun. Strutting down the stairs (Y/n) got to the bottom to see Sidney on the couch popcorn on the table as she looked through the stack of movies she brought over.

“Oh your back I was thinking we could watch-,” The brunette's words cut off as she stared at the girl grabbing the pack of red licorice out of the bag placed on the table. Now Sidney knew (Y/n) was attractive underneath her baggy clothes she's seen her like this before, but without Casey or Tatum around she started to grow nervous. “I-I was thinking we could watch ‘Nightmare on Elm Street’ after ‘Friday the 13th’ since it's only six right now.”

(Y/n) sat down close to Sidney, a smile on her lips, “Nightmare on Elm Street is the movie I usually fall asleep to, are you trying to tell me to rest while the night is young?”

Sidney laughed, “A little nap wouldn't hurt before Tatum arrives. You wanna watch the movie first?” The girl's voice hitch as the brown skinned girl snuggled up next to her, a smile of content on her face.

“Sure, I could go for a nap.”

The two girls placed the movie on and sure enough (Y/n) fell asleep within minutes, surprisingly Sidney didn’t. She was so focused on the girl laying on her chest and the peaceful feeling that came with it.

‘I wonder if Casey had moments like this with her.’ Sidney wouldn't be surprised if she did, just envious.

Billy never gave her this feeling nor Tatum-but she oddly wasn't complaining. Looking down at the girl on her chest she was able to take in more of her features, from her plump soft lips to her thick supple thighs barely covered with the dress.

The brunette smiled before the phone rang next to her, breaking through the movie being played on the screen. Sidney answered it with a huf, “Hello?”

“Practice ran late. I'm on my way,” Tatum's voice rang through the phone.

Sidney looked at the clock on the nightstand, “Its past seven, (Y/n) took a nap waiting,” She turned back to the screen watching as another victim was killed, “You need to be careful, remember-”

“Don't worry. Casey and Steve didn't bite the dust till way after ten.”

The brunette scrunched her face as she felt (Y/n) stir, “I'm not worried.”

“Good ‘cause I wanted to swing by BlockBuster and get us a video. I was thinkin’ Tom Cruise in ‘All The Right Moves’. You know if you pause it just right you can see his penis.” Sidney rolled her eyes at her best friend's antics, moving slightly to adjust (Y/n) in her original position. This only caused the girl to stir once more, her eyes opening slowly.

“Whatever, just hurry.”

“Bye ~” The phone line went dead with a simple click from Sidney.

“Was that Tatum?” (Y/n) yawned rubbing the sleep from her eyes, “I thought practice ended at six?”

Sidney huffed giggling slightly at the girls cute display, “Practice ran late she's coming tho-”

The brunette was cut off with another ring of the phone, the two girl looked at each other for a moment before Sidney answered it once more, “Tatum whatever it is it's fine just hurry up-”

“Hello, Sidney.” A husky voice spoke over the phone. (Y/n) overheard the man's voice and sat up straight, pulling from her friend's warmth.

“Hi, who is this?” Sidney greeted back slowly.

“You tell me.” Was all the man responded with. This left the two girls puzzled for a moment, they simply couldn't place the voice of the male-it was too distorted.

The brunette shrugged, slowly sitting up before snatching some popcorn from (Y/n)’s hands. The girl playfully glared in response, “I have no idea.”

“Scary night, isn't it? With the murders and all, its light right out of the horror movies or something,” At this (Y/n) practically laughed into the phone, her smile infectious.

“Come on D, I know it's you!” (Y/n) felt her heart hammer in her chest in thought of Randy trying to mess with Sidney instead of her, “Are you calling from at work or something? I’m sleeping over at Sids and Tatums on her way over.”

It was silent for a moment before the voice returned, “(Y/n), I hadn't expected you to be there,” It caused the girl to snicker a bit along with Sidney shaking her head, at this point the brunette turned on the lights of her house illuminating the space. The horror movie rolled its credits in the background with a slasher theme. “What’s your favorite movie, precious?”

The brown skinned girl faulted a bit, her skin growing warm with the nickname her alleged friend called her by, “Geeze Ran your voice is sexy when you talk like that. All you need to do is invite me to watch a Japanese horror film and I'm all yours.”

Sidney turned to the girl, her jaw dropping in surprise, never had she seen (Y/n) so bold with flirting-especially not to Randy. Sure the two were inseparable at times but flirting and speaking intimate wasn't what she was expecting. Sid swore Tatum wasn't going to believe it, not their two nerds finally making a move.

The male's voice quickened over the phone, making the girls neither regions pulsed slightly, she didn't want to think that way of Randy to think he was doing something perverted-perhaps he was simply shocked with her flirtation. So instead he decided to repeat the question , “What's your favorite scary movie?”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes playfully, “Randy we've been over this several times and you've heard me rant about my favorite,” The girl walked over towards the window, the yard at Sidny’s house looks beautiful from the angel brightened by the night sky. “Besides you know who is my favorite killer, the one that gets me goin’”

The voice hummed, “Oh really? Who is it?”

“It's Micheal, remember? Because of his rough upbringing?” Her lips pouted out to Sidney showing her disappointment that Randy didn't remember, “I can't believe you forgot-we had an hour conversation about it.” Her stomach hurt and twisted in turn she decided to hand the phone over to Sidney, the girl sending her a sympathetic look.

“Really Randy? What do want-”

“Are you two in the house alone?” Sidney rolled her eyes as she watched (Y/n) come back over towards the phone with a bag of licorice.

“That is so unoriginal. You disappoint me Randy.”

“Maybe that's because I'm not Randy.” The two girls paused looking at each other for a moment, one confused and the others eyes laced with fear. (Y/n) shook her head and Sidney tried to reach for the phone but the brunette simply walked away with it leaving the brown skinned girl to grab the remote and turn off the TV.

“So who are you?” Sidnety questioned.

“Sid! What are you doing?” (Y/n) hissed at the brunette, “Stop talking to the stranger!” The girl has watched too many scary movies to know how this goes, Sidney needs to hang up the phone and lock down the house and call the police.

“The question isn't who am i? But, where am I?” The voice responded.

It kicked the girl's survival instincts into overdrive, (Y/n) rushed to the kitchen grabbing a chef's knife and started locking down the windows. Sidney follows her, completely baffled with the girl's reaction, “So where are you-?”

“Sid stop-”

“Your front porch,” The voice informed, if she didn't know any better there was a smirk in his tone.

‘This is some white people shit.’

Sidney moves to the window pulling back the drapes, “Why would you be calling me from my front porch?”

“To see where your mind is of course!” (Y/n) moved to grab the drapes from Sidney, her frustration rising, “Sidney we’re literally in the middle of a killer possibly wanting to kill us-”

“You look so pretty in that dress (Y/n),” The voice basically purred into the phone, sending chills down the girl's spine, “Please do a little twirl for me.”

The brown skinned girl let out a frightful scream in response, Sidney standing still as the words sunk in as to what the voice over the phone had said. Either they were truly outside or Randy was taking this prank too far.

Fed up with the antics with the voice over the phone, Sidney took it upon herself to open the door heading out on the front porch, “Sidney, what the fuck are you doing?!” The brunette ignored her friend's desperation, looking around across the yard in the dead of night with so little light she had.

“Where are you-you fucking creep?!”

“Right here.”

Sidney looked around the yard again concentrating on the shrubs, “Can you see me-?”

“Sidney, for all that is holy get the fuck back in the house!”

Once again she ignored her, “Can you see what I'm doing?” Sidney stuck her finger up her nose, obviously trying to prove a point. A moment went by with no response from the voice over the phone sending the girls nerves on edge. She turned back to (Y/n) a reassuring smile on her face, “Nice try, Randy. Tell Tatum to hurry. Bye now-”

“You hang up, you’ll die just like your mother!” The two girls froze in place, (Y/n) grabbing onto Sidney to pull her back into the house but the girl wouldn't move. The brunette was completely speechless, “Do you want to die, Sidney? Your mother didn’t.”

Having enough of the bullshit (Y/n) snatched the phone away, “Screw you mother fucker!” hanging up the phone (Y/n) dashes back into the house with Sidney, bolting down the door when she hears a sudden creak behind her-then a full on thud.

A scream rippled through the back of her throat as a masked ghost of man came barreling out of the hallway closet. A quick swipe of the knife was avoided as Sidney kicked the killer in the side, (Y/n) desperately trying to unlock the door. It was all for not as the brunette pushed her away with the man getting up for another round. Their only option at this point was to get the best of him or die, it was a horrible way to die when she thought about it.

Gripping the knife tightly (Y/n) rushed towards the attacker full storm and jabs the knife down leading the male to let out a guttural scream. Sidney took this opportunity to knock him back again, turning back towards the door and unlocking the bottom pulling open-only for the chain lock to get in the way.

“Shit!” The brunette cursed.

The killer got back up with an angry yell, launching himself at Sidney once more only for her to doge and grab her best friend-running up the stairs. (Y/n) took the initiative to split up, knife still in hand she hid in the bathroom as she watched her best friend board herself up in the bedroom. If her hunch was correct, Sidney would contact the authorities on her computer. She could hear the loud thumping of footsteps up the stairs causing her to hold her breath moving backwards.

A sharp sound echoed in the bathroom to cause the thumping to stop on the stairs, (Y/n) cursed quickly turning behind her to find the dropped item, before quickly making her way into the tub, drawing the curtain back quickly just as she heard the creaking of the door. Placing a hand over her mouth she tried to control her breathing to match the steps of her killer. With each thump she couldn't help but think of her best friend; ‘Did she hide like she did?’ ‘Did she live up to the cliche of hiding in a closet only to be pulled out and gutted open as she held onto the phone?’. The steps stopped in front of the tub, leading her to hold her breath in a big gulp, closing her eyes as she felt the curtains draw back a bit, the bathroom was dark, the curtain doing her justice against the far corner away from the door.

However luck wasn't on her side, the curtain was drawn back abruptly causing her eyes to widen considerably before she felt the cool feel of the knife against her neck. The white ghost masked man stared back at her, simply cocking his head to the side without uttering a word.

A simple command; get out.

So as any hostage would do with a weapon aimed at them, she obeyed, slowly holding her hands up and stepping out of the tub as he slowly backed up. The knife had been left in the tub as well. But what happened next is what ran her blood cold, he closed the door.

(Y/n) felt her breathing become uneven as she couldn't see the killer at all in the bathroom, only a tall dark silhouette of a shadow looming over her, daring her to make the wrong move. Asking her to make a mistake so she could be skinned alive. But she wasn't dumb, she knew not to anger the killer further, especially after she got done stabbing him. Sure, she was positive the cut was deep into his shoulder, but it wasn't guaranteed that she couldn't take him down by herself.

A hand gripped the side of her hip, shoving her against the sink with a gasp. The killer closed in on her-his breaths were heavy and deep; it possibly could have been from his wounds or frustration. At the moment it didn't matter as the girl shook in fear, a faint outline of white filled her vision before closing her eyes with a whimper as she felt the killer's body against hers.

(Y/n) froze when she felt the hand travel from her hip to her thighs-playing with the silk fabric along the way before slipping underneath. The hands were bare, the leather gloves gone; soft and smooth with calluses on what seemed to be his fourth finger and lower palm. He played with the hem of her lace panties taking a deep breath before removing his hands underneath her nightie, placing his hand on her face instead stroking the tears of fear away.

Alarm bells rang in her head as she came to the conclusion as to what he possibly wanted, “N-No please don't…” the hand seemed to pause for a moment before she felt a quick slow grind of the hips against hers, what drew her attention was the large protruding length against her thighs. He was excited, and was happy to show her how riled up he was. Never had she been so close to a male like this before, and most definitely has she ever felt them up close and personal.

“Please let us go,” She tried to reason with him once more, “I won’t tell anyone what happened here! Please just don’t hurt me…,” it was pathetic begging like this-trying to stroke the male's ego enough to possibly let her walk away.

‘All killers love to hear this pity party before swiping the blade down. We know better.’

But she couldn’t help but beg for her life.

All she received was a cock of the head, before she heard another scream in the other room. It was Sidney, she seemed to be talking to someone else, hopefully an officer or police. The only issue was that she was in her with the killer-the door closed-the man would decide whether she lived or died.

The male seemed to look over towards the door before putting his attention back to her. She felt something cool against her thigh before a sharp flame erupted through her entire being. She opened her mouth in an anguished scream only for her mouth to be covered abruptly, with her struggling against him. The masked man gripped her hip harder keeping her in place against the skink as he moved the knife up her thigh to underneath her skirt, teasing the panties slightly before cutting through. The soft silk fabric falling from her legs to the floor, the cool air hit her sensitive areas causing a slight arousal sensation to build; it was dangerous. She bucked and shifted her body against his only causing him groan before shoving her against the door face first.

Wet tears graced her face in terror ;was this man really going to have his way with her before he got arrested. It seemed plausible until the killer strolled forward, bending down in the tub and retrieving the other knife; following up to look at the panties near the sink, deciding to collect them as well. He gave her ass an abrupt smack before guiding her back over towards the tub, pointed down; a command to sit. She did as told in pain, she could feel the blood dripping down her leg as she looked up at her attacker who seemed to be sparing her.

She simply cocked her head to the side, confusion and frustration filling her features, “Why?” Her voice was small and scared, “Why didn’t you kill me?” He had every right to, she was going to tell the police everything that transpired, and there was even a possible chance he would be caught due to her description of him.

But the killer said nothing, simply opened the door and exited. There were sirens within a few minutes that could be heard along with loud footsteps heading up the stairs. But (Y/n) was too scared to tell them we’re she was, scared of the fact the killer hadn’t murdered her, only proceeded to feel her up and hint his true motivations towards her.

The way he spoke over the phone to the way he gently brushed her thighs-.

(Y/n) sobbed, wanting to rip the silk nightie off of her. She felt so dirty, she should’ve been ashamed of what had transpired but she couldn’t stop thinking of his bare hands.

A few footsteps came to a halt in front of the bathroom door before a faint knock could be heard, “(Y/n) is that you?” It was a female officer, one that she had never heard of before. She tried to answer back but only a soft wimped emerged from her lips causing this female to enter.

“Oh god,” the officer was brown skinned with straight hair, eyes almond and crows feet on the ends most likely from stress, “She’s in here! Get a med kit immediately!”

It seemed like a blur, the paramedics tried everything to get the girl to speak even as they treated the deep cut on her leg. It didn’t even process the pain inflicted as she was stitched up. All she could do was stare at the sink she was pushed towards to be touched against. She didn't allow any men to touch her, moving away each time they tried to stitch up the wound, it was convenient a female was present-and she was a lot gentler than the large men trying to grab at her.

Eventually she was guided to the ambulance quietly, only coming to a gilt when she heard the desperate voice of her friend. Sidney ran over, tears welled in her eyes before embracing the Afro haired girl in a tight hug, “Oh my god….oh my god I’m so sorry.”

The girl didn’t respond, only holding her back in response, desperate for another’s touch other than the masked ghost of a killer.

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Dewy sat back in his chair looking at the pink leather bound diary in shock. This information was either a huge lead or a very damaging revelation on who Casey Becker truly was-as well as her true feelings towards her classmates and friends. From what they learned in the diary many of the ex boyfriends, cheerleaders, and close friends were high suspects.

Especially (Y/n) (L/n).

The cop knew there was a high chance the girl was innocent, he was there watching her reaction as she was hung over the trash can mourning her friend. The frustrated expression on her face with the lack of suspects as well as her questioning in concerns of what she could do to help or simply aid in the funeral.

However, Casey didn’t see (Y/n) as a friend. She saw her as a potential lover. Lesbians weren’t uncommon in Woodsburror, but the Becker girl came from Christian parents. It was bad enough there were several instances of talking about the times she slept with boys in her school, but to top off the dreams she had of (L/n)? They were dreams any teenage girl would have of their future and to acknowledge that she was no longer here hit hard.

The man wished he didn’t read those entries, they were really personal. Around august the girl really got deep with her feelings in concerns of her friend, almost a revelation. It seemed like she was finally accepting her feelings, planning on how she was going to reveal and live with it, knowing she didn't like men no matter how much she tried to. He was more surprised with the entries on his little sister Tatum, the things the two both did weren't right, but hey he never would've guessed a frenemy relationship with the two.

Oh God. He was going to need a bulletproof vest.

If or when this reaches the news, a bomb was going to drop, and whether they were ready for it didn’t matter.

Officer Willy stormed into the room in a panic, “Riley! We got another situation on our hands!”

Dewey sat up in his chair alarmed, “What happened?!”

“We just received a message from Sidney Prescott's computer, the killer has struck again!”

[sevcasejay1chicago]

Steady- Kelly Severide

Characters mentioned: Matt Casey, Sylvie Brett, Blake Gallo, Ritter.

Summary: After feeling sick all day, the feeling finally wins over during the night. On shift.

Warnings: mentions of vomiting, gagging, sickness, needles.

Authors note: hey guys! Sorry it’s been a while. I also know this isn’t a request, but it’s something I had written already. I hope you enjoy! Thank you for sticking around!

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You had been feeling sick on and off all day. When you and Kelly woke up that morning, you had a brief wave of nausea while you guys were taking a shower. When you stopped talking mid-sentence to breathe through the nausea, Kelly quickly caught on and had gathered your hair in his hands to get it off your face and neck until you felt okay again. You both figured the shower was too hot and you might be dehydrated as the feeling came and went fairly quickly, so you went into the station with him.

During lunch, the feeling returned and stayed with you. You figured it was just whatever meal Gallo made was not sitting well, or the gruesome call you guys had directly after, and kept it from Kelly. Brett caught you kneeling by the ambo during a structure fire as you both waited for the all clear to leave. You brushed her off and said you just needed a breather, but she had her suspicions.

Somehow, you had managed to convince Kelly to let you sleep through dinner, too nauseous to put anything else in your body. Though right before lights out much later in the night, he had cornered you and had you eat some rice that Blake set aside for you. The rice calmed your stomach enough, much to your relief, and you laid down in Kelly’s quarters to catch some shut eye with the rest of the house while Kelly stayed awake doing some paperwork. Kelly took his time, knowing something was up and wanting to keep an eye on you.

Luckily there weren’t any calls for a few hours. So when you suddenly woke up, you were confused when you noticed Kelly’s back to you and the dark bunk room outside his office windows. The confusion quickly vanished when a strong wave of nausea rolled through your body. Without giving it much thought, you launched yourself out of Kelly’s bunk and threw open the door, barely hearing Kelly call out for you or the stir you caused in the bunk room as you sprinted for the bathroom.

Once you rounded the corner, you flipped on both light switches as you raced to one of the cubicles, sliding into the stall and barely getting your head over the bowl before you were vomiting. You sobbed as you first brought up a huge wave of vomit that left you shaking and panting for breath. Your ears rung as you choked up a mouth full of bile and gripped the walls to keep yourself from falling.

Meanwhile, Kelly had managed to get Matt to help calm the bunk room down, instructing him to get Boden to let him know something was wrong as he jogged toward the bathroom after you. Kelly stepped in and immediately heard your sobs that turned to wet gags. After turning off the big light to leave only the lights above the sinks just incase this was one of your migraines, Kelly silently steps into the stall behind you. He gently lays a hand on your back and rubs it up and down as he reaches forward with the other hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Alright. It’s okay. I’m here. Get it up.” Kelly whispers, grabbing your shoulder as you begin to sway unsteadily.

You sob, reaching back with one hand in search of your husband. This was rough. You haven’t felt this bad in ages.

Kelly sighs and takes your hand, gently slipping his fingers through yours and clutching your hand in his. He adjusts so that your arms are around your torso as he kneels to help balance you. “It’s going to be alright. It’ll be over soon. I’ve got you. Sh Sh Sh. It’s okay baby girl. Just let it happen.” Kelly keeps on soothing you with sweet nothings as you continue to retch, barely able to catch your breath.

Matt and Sylvie stepped into the room not too long after. Matt has a bottle of water and Sylvie has a cloth that she takes to the sinks to dampen. “Can you go grab Kelly’s mouth wash out of his locker?” Brett asks Matt, leaning up to kiss his cheek as she takes the water bottle from him. Matt simply nods and kisses her back before turning around.

Kelly is startled when he feels a tap on his shoulder. He is a mixture of surprised and relieved to find Sylvie looking back at him. “Here. Washcloth for her neck and water for when she’s ready. Matt is going to get your mouth wash from your locker. I’ll let Boden know you both need alternates.” Sylvie says, smiling sympathetically at Kelly as he tightens his hold on you when you almost fall over from gagging so forcefully.

Kelly nods his thanks and takes the washcloth, placing it gently on the back of your neck. He shushes you when you whine at the contact. “Can you get me some Benadryl or Zofran and some sick bags from the ambo? If I can get her slowed down enough, I can get us out of here and home. I think everyone would be more comfortable.” Kelly asks, barely turning back to Brett as he speaks, afraid to take his eye off you.

Brett nods, standing up and almost colliding with Matt, who had just walked up behind her to check on his friends. Matt is quick to place his hands on her hips to steady his girlfriend as she jerks in surprise. “Sure thing. Be right back.”

As Brett leaves, Matt squats down behind Kelly. “Need anything?” He asks, reaching forward and squeezing Kelly’s shoulder.

Kelly nods, shifting slightly once again to look at Matt. “I have a couple reports to finish and some ready to turn in. Can you get that sorted for me and get our bags and my keys ready for when she’s able to move?” Kelly asks his best friend, so grateful that Matt and Sylvie are his friends and he knows he can rely on them.

Matt nods and stands. “Of course.” Matt replies. “Sylvie and I will be home in a few hours. We will get some supplies on our way back.” Matt assures, before calling out a “feel better sweetheart” to you as he walks out of the room.

At this point, you have most of your weight on Kelly as you continue to heave, bringing up bits of bile. Kelly sighs and shushed you again, hating the fact that you are shaking like a leaf as you are practically in his lap since you can barely hold yourself up any longer. You have calmed some, but not by much as more heaves roll through your body. “That’s it. Take it easy. Just breathe.” Kelly encourages, rubbing your right shoulder before bringing his hand to the back of your neck and rubbing his thumb over the cloth. “Shhhhh. It’s okay baby. Try to breathe through it.”

Brett comes back in as Kelly has you almost calm again. She taps his shoulder and lightly waves the syringe filled with Benadryl in the air. Kelly leans to the side as Brett shuffles in closer. “Hey sweetie. I’m gonna give you a shot of Benadryl to help with the nausea. Just a quick pinch.” Brett tells you, not giving you time to process or freak out before jabbing the needle in and pushing the plunger. Brett places the sick bags in Kelly’s pocket before standing and leaving the room.

Kelly kisses the shoulder that Brett just gave you the shot in before rubbing the area lightly. “That should help babe. Just give it some time to work.” Kelly whispers, hating that you are now breathing a bit faster and still letting out gags every now and then. He knows you hate needles, but he gave the consent in order for you to feel a bit better soon. “Let’s just sit and breathe for a few minutes. No need to rush to get up. You let me know when your ready. Do you wanna rinse? Matt and Brett brought you a water.” Kelly soothed, sinking into a sitting position and thanking God for Gallo and Ritter having cleaned the bathrooms a few hours ago.

You nod, slightly leaning away from the toilet and taking the water bottle from Kelly. While you put some in your mouth and swish really well, Kelly reaches up and flushes the toilet. You spit once the water settles some and then try to hand the water back to Kelly, but he begs you to take a few sips, and so you do. Though the water comes back up not long after, you finally start to feel a little steadier after a few minutes.

When Kelly starts to notice your breathing coming back to a normal rhythm, he reaches up to flush once again and kisses the side of your head. “Ready to go rinse with some mouth wash and go home? Brett gave us some sick bags if you need them in the car and Matt has all of our stuff ready to go.” Kelly asked, pulling you a bit closer into his embrace. When he feels you nod, he gives a satisfied hum before pulling you up with him and to the sinks. You’re gonna be okay. He’s going to make sure of it.

[frenchcurious]

Théière "Apollo Skyscaper" c. 1927. Louis W. Rice (américain) Manufacturer: Bernard Rice's Sons via Minneapolis Institute of Art. - source Casey Dunham via Art Deco.