kazza-smith replied to your post “wow silver linings playbook is really good”
It was filmed in my town! I go to that diner all the time :)
ahh incredible! :)
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kazza-smith replied to your post “wow silver linings playbook is really good”
It was filmed in my town! I go to that diner all the time :)
ahh incredible! :)
September Fever
Word Count: 1,119
Rating: G
Written based on kazza-smith’s rp because I’m obsessed and need fic for half the things that happen in it. This time I wrote one(:
~story anon
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Matt woke up with pounding in his head. He pressed his fingers to his temple and shut his eyes.
"Kaz?" he whispered. Matt gently moved his fingers to tap her shoulder. Karen turned into his touch and moaned in acknowledgment. She rubbed her eyes and said, "It’s three in the morning Matt. What?"
"Do I feel warm?"
Karen pressed the back of her hand to Matt’s forehead and then on hers. She frowned, “Yeah a bit. Wait.” Karen hopped up from the bed and rummaged through the cabinet shelf for a thermometer.
Matt sat with it in his mouth while Karen went downstairs to fetch him a glass of water. She grabbed an extra blanket on the way up and the night time dose of NyQuil.
"100.3," Matt said as she reentered the room. Karen handed him the water and medicine, and set the blanket by the foot of the bed.
"Try to go back to sleep?" she suggested. She climbed into the bed beside him but made sure to stay a safe distance away. "We can deal with it in the morning."
Matt stayed up all night coughing and Karen stayed awake with him, frequently refilling his glass of water and rubbing Vicks on his back at six am.
Jemma woke up crying at eight. Karen sighed, it had been a long night. She crawled out of bed to the nursery to find Marie already there, rocking Jemma in her arms. Her little nose was running and Karen wiped it with a tissue over her mum’s shoulder.
"Kazza," Marie said, "Do you want to check her temperature? I think she might be coming down with something." Jemma sneezed and confirmed her concern.
"Karen?" Matt shouted from the bedroom. Karen turned to leave and stopped at the doorway. She pointed to the drawers by the changing table.
"Thermometer should be in the second one mum."
Karen rushed back to the bedroom to help Matt with whatever he needed her for. She was out of the room a second later, scrambling to find a box of tissues. Jemma was crying even harder now and Marie brought her into Matt and Karen’s bedroom.
"Matt are you sick too?" she asked. He nodded and pulled the thermometer out of his mouth.
"101, how’s Jem?"
"100.5," she replied. Marie tried to soothe the baby, but it wasn’t working. When Karen returned with the tissues for Matt, Jemma reached out her arms for her mother. Marie sighed and handed Jemma over, rubbing Karen’s arm delicately.
"Try not to get sick dear."
Karen nodded and paced the room, trying to get Jemma to calm down. Marie headed downstairs to fix up some breakfast.
"Elsa," Jemma wailed. Matt picked up his laptop from beside him and ejected the DVD inside. He got up from the bed and turned on the TV for his daughter. Karen sat down on the covers, holding Jemma in her lap and closed her eyes.
"Sorry Karen," Matt said as he joined his girls. "You’ve been up for like six hours helping." Karen shook her head, "It’s fine."
Marie came back with a plate full of toast, some bananas, and tons of water. Matt thanked her gratefully. Jemma quieted down as the movie started and Karen relaxed. Nearing the end of the movie, Karen realized her eyes felt heavy and her throat was starting to hurt. Oh no.
"Mum? Can you bring me a thermometer?" she called from upstairs. Marie grabbed one from her bedroom and bounded up the staircase.
Well, it was settled. The three of them all had fevers and were to stay in bed, per Marie’s orders. Jemma was content laying on Karen, with her blankie and thumb in her mouth. Matt was coughing away and Karen was desperate for sleep and medication. Marie took Jemma off of their hands when Jemma would let her pick her up. Karen leaned on Matt’s shoulder and rubbed her belly with her hand.
"Do you wanna sleep honey?" Matt asked. Karen nodded and Matt scooted down so he was laying, not sitting. He wrapped his arm around Karen and she fell asleep with her head on his chest.
Marie took care of Jemma and lunch and brought some food up to Matt and Karen when they asked for it. The day was spent sleeping and watching rubbish TV in their bedroom. At eight, Marie gave Jemma a bath and set her down to sleep. Karen got up and walked around, hoping to be of some use; she’d practically slept all day.
Poor Jemma in her crib was all red rosy cheeks. Karen stroked her short ginger hair with her finger and kissed her on the forehead.
"Good night. I love you."
Karen headed downstairs to the kitchen to find Marie making some soup.
"Thanks mum, you are the absolute greatest," she said, sitting on a chair by the counter. "Don’t worry, I’m not gonna touch anything and I don’t want to make you sick too." Karen laughed.
"You can take your bowl." Karen held the comforting warmth of the bowl close to her body and carefully climbed the stairs.
After dinner and more endless hours of bad television, they decided to go to sleep. Matt switched off the lights and scooted closer to Karen.
Just two hours later, Jemma woke up bawling. Karen groaned, her throat was killing her. She rushed to Jemma’s crib and lifted her up, whispering to her lovingly. She walked around Jemma’s room and then headed to her own. Matt, who was now awake, got up and took Jemma from her arms.
"C’mere I’ve got you. Shh, it’s okay, I know, I know," Matt cooed. Karen coughed into her arm.
There was a knock on the door and Marie stood with a mug of tea in the corridor. She handed it to Karen and rubbed her back. Karen sipped the tea and sat down on the bed, watching Matt calm Jemma. When he sneezed four times in a row, Karen took Jemma back and Matt went for some more NyQuil. Jemma had started to cry again and her poor little nose was running. Karen’s throat burned. She wanted so badly to just down an entire bottle of NyQuil, but she couldn’t.
Crying Jemma eventually stopped and slowly drifted off to sleep in Karen’s arms. Karen crept into the covers of the bed and slid right next to Matt. He had his glasses on and his laptop out, tissues littered all around. Matt looked beside him and smiled. He dumped the tissues into the wastebasket and slung his arm around Karen’s waist. She snuggled her body up against his and after a few minutes, she had fallen asleep too.
kazza-smith replied to your post “Classical jazz is really lovely.”
Wait you live in Philly? What?
I was just visiting upenn and listening to classical jazz!
Welcome to the World
Rating: PG-13?
Word count: 1,592
Jemma Marie Smith was born on October 28, 2013 at 11:35 am.
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For kazza-smith, based on her and mattsmith-thedoctor's RP. Hope you like it!
i think im going to take a break from writing
~story anon
kazza-smith replied to your post “IF I CAN GET MY HANDS ON CLARA’S DRESS FROM THE 50TH I CAN ACTUALLY...”
I was lucky enough and got my 50th Clara dress for super cheap from a friend who had an extra :(
I would have got it for £30 from the original sight but my mum thought it was ugly and wouldn't buy me it :(
kazza-smith replied to your post: today i told someone that i liked her ...
I feel like this post is out of mean girls hahahahaha
true
however, i was very genuinely enamoured with this girl's eyebrows
like dyeing eyebrows
what a cool idea