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C H L O E vincent |21| psychologist for the young, rich and tortured so put it in all of the papers, i'm not afraid. you can read all about it.

[prescribedbychloe]

001: our minds are troubled by the emptiness | nicholas + chloe

[nick-grimm-blog]

Despite the fact that Nicholas has never been someone who enjoyed making eye contact longer than a minute, he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off Chloe. Don’t get him wrong, as beautiful as she is with her light blonde hair that seems to be lighting up the room, Nicholas was in fact scanning her features to read any expression or thoughts he could get off her ever since his encounter with the girl at the park. It shocked him to see her in tears that day, and because of his quiet and very withdrawn nature, he found difficulty in approaching her no matter how much he wanted to help her or comfort her. At times, Nicholas finds his introversive side a hassle and much like a curse; it caused him way too much damage especially when people would often mistake his quietness with arrogance from their first meeting; perhaps that’s why he never really have much friends.

As expected, Nicholas averted his gaze away to avoid any eye contact before Chloe could notice him catching a glimpse. He swallowed as he exhaled deeply; rubbing his palms together while he rocked his upper body by an inch, his lips simply rolled inwards. “Everything’s well, I suppose” he began his soft speech, licking his lips as he stopped the motions of his palms rubbing against one another. Somehow, he could sense the nervousness radiating off the girl, and from how experience he is at observing strangers all the way from a coffee shop, he could tell the young lady was trying her hardest to communicate with him in any possible way. “I have… nothing new of course, it’s just a checkup – you know, the usual routine” he shrugged, as his gaze fell down to his clutched hands only to have his head shot back up from soft whispers coming from Chloe’s direction. His brows twitched inwards before they fully furrowed, and as his eyes narrowed slightly, he tilt his head just an inch looking back at the blonde with confusion.

“Do… do you…” he paused, hesitating in finishing his sentence as he didn’t think asking his psychiatrist if she wanted coffee would be appropriate; then again, wouldn’t the idea of holding their appointment in a coffee shop bring less pressure to the both of them? He swallowed the question down his throat, clearing it as he tries to shrug the temptation off though he was still mentally debating the idea causing his cravings to grow every second. Shit, now he wanted his own cup of coffee. “Uhm…” his voice dragged as his lips vibrated from his lips pressed against one another, humming in deep thought. “I wouldn’t say I’ve done anything… exciting – that word… doesn’t exist in my vocabulary,” he joked, not able to stop himself from giving out a soft short laugh — almost sounding like a scoff. “All I’ve done is visit the library.”

[prescribedbychloe]

Chloe looked up and wasn't sure if she imagined him staring at her, or if he really had been. She opened her mouth for a second, about to say something, before deciding against it and closing it yet again. She knew he probably hadn't been, and it was inappropriate of her to even want him to, but she wasn't so sure if she had indeed imagined it. She shook her head slightly, trying to focus more on the matter at hand, unable to stop herself from smiling slightly to herself as he spoke of just a check up, he brushed away everything especially talk of the treatments or his past illness, Chloe seemed to have forgotten that when she had written her notes. 

"But the checkup was good?" She asked, slightly more so for her peace of mind then to hear him say the words, which she knew would be frowned upon because she wasn't meant to care. She cleared her throat, wishing she hadn't placed her pen and paper down now, even though it was procedure. "You said 'i suppose' when i asked you how you were." She added, almost as an afterthought, raising a single eyebrow. "So are things really good or are you just saying that because you're used to saying it?" Chloe asked him.

She stared at him hard for a moment as he seemed to stumble over his words, Chloe had obviously made him feel uncomfortable, which had her backtracking because that wasn't what she was meant to do as a psychologist. All because she had just wanted a hot cup of coffee, she sighed inwardly at herself. She laughed, surprised slightly to hear him do the same, at his own comment. "Don't you find anything exciting? Books can be exciting." She offered, because she honestly didn't think she had ever heard him laugh until now. "Really? Read anything worth recommending?" She asked seriously, Chloe's guilty pleasure was holing up for hours in her office and reading after all, but she couldn't say that without seeming like a serial killer either. 

[prescribedbychloe]

001: our minds are troubled by the emptiness | nicholas + chloe

[nick-grimm-blog]

Despite the lack of enthusiasm and effort in showing upfor his second appointment with his newly met and introduced psychologist Chloe, Nicholas by all means didn’t mean to waste his time to the very last minute. Although he might have dreaded the day, the thought of his appointment slipped out of his absentminded mind, partially because he still believes the meeting his supposedly caring politician father – who had brainwashed his mother into agreeing – had planned for his son would be nothing but a complete waste of time; and with a rocky relationship he share with his father, Nicholas couldn’t help but think the choice of hiring a psychologist for him was done out of mockery.

Nicholas tapped his fingers impatiently against the steering wheel as he waited for the cars in front of him to move. His eyes continuously wandering up from the windshield and down every ten seconds to the digital clock his car provided on the screen in front of him, causing his anxiety to slightly increase with its last digit changing after a minute gone by. Sure, he’s reluctant to be present at the appointment and would love to use it against his father to cause a fight, but he had no reason to take it out on Chloe who unfortunately is oblivious to the fact that she was the middle person of the current situation with his father.

It didn’t take long till Nicholas was on his feet, making his way over to Chloe’s office. He moved his legs a little faster as he walked, and while he did he silently cursed in his mind, at how unlucky he is to soon be place into a very awkward situation. He began to overthink and recall the last appointment he had with Chloe; the amount of silences already ringing in his ear, predictions of boring topics and empty conversations forming in his head as he approached the door – there’s no escaping now, might as well get over it and treat yourself a black cup of coffee after the appointment, Nicholas.

With his legs rooted in front of Chloe’s office door, Nicholas slowly and hesitantly raised a fairly loose clenched fist but paused within a few short seconds; his mind soon wandering off to a debate on its own. He shook himself out of it, closing his eyes gently as he sighed softly before he finally found the courage to knock the solid surface – though its knocking sound was far too soft to be heard causing quite an inconvenience for the pale skinned male once he opened the door to find his psychologist distracted.

Swallowing rather nervously, the twenty five year old closed the door silently behind him. He took a step forward and closer towards the blonde, his eyes dropping down to the page she seem to be busy scribbling on; but with a much clearer sight of Chloe drawing on the notebook, it amused him in spite of his signature deadpan expression written on his face. Nicholas interrupted the silence by clearing his throat; his brows instantly rising from the female’s sudden expression, her perky personality and greeting causing him to jump the same time she did from his sudden appearance. With no questions asked, Nicholas nodded once in respond, turning his head around twice to look back at the couch before gawkily making his way over to take a seat, just like he was asked.

[prescribedbychloe]

Chloe couldn’t help but wonder if it was something she had done that always seemed to make Nicholas seem grumpy or unimpressed. She knew she was still relatively new at this whole counseling, psychology stuff, but she didn’t think it was that obvious. She panicked for a second, was she easier to read then she had thought? She cleared her throat, chasing those thoughts away firmly and smiling politely at Nicholas who still was quietly built into his shell. 

The truth was, Chloe hadn’t seen or spoken to Nicholas since the park incident, which still mortified and embarrassed her to no end, however he seemed to barely acknowledge it himself so she hoped that they could maybe get away with not talking about it. Usually seeing your psychologist crying in a park was not exactly professional, which is why she was so surprised he had still even shown to the appointment, or not asked for a new psychologist in her place. 

Chloe wondered if she had imagined the amused tug of his lips as she had hastily stopped drawing, throwing the notebook down on the ground as if she hadn’t just been doodling a whole bunch of nothing. She tried to discreetly look down at the inside of her wrist, where she may have written a few pointers on how to talk to Nicholas to avoid any silences like there had been last time. Her eyes met the small, looped writing of ‘ask about health’ and she immediately took it into her stride, nodding and thanking her past self for being so well prepared.

 “So, Nicholas.” She began, already cringing at how chirpy and strange she sounded. “Um. How is everything? Your health and such? You’ve been going to all your check ups?” She asked, wondering why she sounded like such a mother hen. She already felt like this was a dry subject and glanced back down at her wrist as discreetly as she could manage before merely sighing, stretching out her legs. I need a coffee, she thought to herself, not even realizing she had muttered the words aloud until they had already escaped her lips. She went red, quickly looking back down at her wrist, trying to find another topic that was about him and not her and her cravings, which was completely unprofessional of her. “Uh- I mean. How has your week been? Have you done anything… Exciting?” It sounded pathetic and flat even to her own ears, which were now probably burning red, but she ignored them, determined to try to keep this conversation flowing.

[romanoffsbite]

"I am poppys in the field Red and cold I am sleeping alone       and  I am light      I am light   I am light”

[mostlyfate]

@CandiceAccola: It’s my twitter page and I’ll tweet if I want to…

[serenaswaldorf]

[prescribedbychloe]

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[3/40] Female Characters » Caroline Forbes ”(Maybe people just expect more from you). Why? Because being good comes so easy to me? Well, guess what, Tyler? It doesn’t. I am a vampire. I have the same impulses as you, so I’m allowed to make some mistakes along the way. Yes, I slept with Klaus, but after you walked away from me. That was my choice and I am living with it, and I don’t need to be hearing about it every five seconds. So just get over it or get out of my life. But I am done feeling guilty.”

[prescribedbychloe]

our minds are troubled by the emptiness || nicholas

Chloe smoothed out her skirt from where she sat on the comfortable chair which was facing towards the currently unoccupied sofa across from her. She looked up at her wall clock, watching the minute hand just pass the hour- hitting exactly 4pm. Nicholas' appointment had officially begun. She glanced around her office, it was squeaky clean, of course it was, she had tried to add a personal touch but it hadn't worked for the best, she merely had some dying pot plants in the corner where the window streamed in bright sun rays. But Chloe liked it, it was happy and bright and clean and she liked being in control, therefore messes were never allowed. 

She glanced down at her wrist watch which was perfectly synchronised with her wall clock but it was mainly out of habit. 4:01 PM. She distantly worried- no, wondered- if Nicholas would even show up. As a psychologist, Chloe was not allowed to be worried unless it was in a professional manner. She quickly closed off that thought before it could run away further, clearing her throat and looking down at her open note pad, tapping her pen against the spine of it and noticing she had doodled meaningless flowers and plants intertwining in the corner of it, she frowned at it, noticing one flower looked droopy, sad and quickly begun to try to shade it in, she was so focused on the silly art she didn't notice the door opening, frowning down at the notebook hard as she scribbled away, harder, almost tearing through the paper. She looked up suddenly and jumped, noticing Nicholas and quickly turning bright red. Professional, professional, stay professional, she instructed herself.

 "I- Mr Grimm! Take a seat!" She said cordially, unable to stop herself from beaming however, placing down her pen and closing the notebook, placing them at her feet.

[wmagazine]

[green-cat-ears]

[shereallylikestoplay]

[jetxsteele-blog]

  He felt a small tinge of pride seep its way into his ego as soon as he heard the blonde laugh. “If I wrote all of these terrible sea jokes down before coming on board, I’d most likely still be in Southampton by now,” Jet chuckled, running a lazy forefinger along his jaw line as he watched her look him over. “Tell me, nursey..” he whispered teasingly, aiming to back her up against the wall without actually touching her, his head now tilted down to somewhat level their gazes. “You like what you see?” He didn’t mean to come off as a cocky, first class, twat, but his mouth seemed to have a mind of its own. And the fact that the blonde was forcing him to fantasize about a dirty sexual scene in her very office wasn’t helping. “Glad you like my smile, though,” Jet said after a while. shrugging lightly. “Trust me. If limping around all night means I get to have a couple of drinks with you, then it’s worth it. Because then, I could get you drunk to the point where you’ll be begging me to touch you inappropriately,” he murmured, mouth now placed at her ear. He laughed faintly. “I flirt with the beautiful girls who tend to flirt back. And your flushed cheeks count as flirting back, so I don’t see a point in backing down just yet. So you can feel however you want, even if I’d rather you be feeling something else.” Jet ran a thumb over the nurse’s cheek, smiling as the heat nipped at his cold fingertip. “I’m a rare specie of man. They call me Jet Steele,” he said firmly, voice low and husky.

[prescribedbychloe]

Chloe's breath was catching, this was absolutely absurd. She looked over, past his shoulder. The door to the office was still just as tightly locked, she could feel static in the air between them. She swallowed, darting her tongue out to wet her lips. She found herself backed up against one of her work benches, although she wasn't complaining, she could feel the man's hot breath on her face. "I'm still undecided." She responded, hating that she sounded breathless, her eyes darting along his body, watching him for another long, tense second. His lips were at her ear and she felt her eyes fall closed, surprised. "What makes you think i need to be drunk for that?" She found herself saying, even to her own surprise. She wasn't against sex, in fact, she loved it as much as the next person, but she often tried to separate work and pleasure. But for once... She did not mind in the slightest. 

She blinked up at his thumb brushing her cheek, moving forward so she was still pressed back against the bench but also flush against him, their bodies tightly tangled for a moment. "And what would you rather have me feeling?" She asked, cocking an eyebrow up, "I'm honoured you'd limp around to get me drunk though. Very charming with words." She half joked, swallowing hard, still attempting to catch her breath. "Flushed cheeks don't count as flirting. I'm a nurse, don't argue on me with that." She reminded him, laughing quietly. She would usually roll her eyes at how arrogant this man seemed, but she had to admit, he was attractive, charming, even sweet when it seemed he wanted to be. She slotted one of her legs, her thigh, between his own legs, her eyes never leaving hers as she did so. "Jet Steele. Is that real?" She asked, amused. "No wonder you are the way you are with such a name. Are you secretly a super star?"

[breakinbenji]

At least there’s alcohol provided on this ship…

[prescribedbychloe]

Just don't get alcohol poisoning and i think we'll be fine.

[kinginthenorths]

[catherine-king]

It’s unbelievable how such a prestigious vessel can’t hire a chef that can cook a food that tastes to my liking, that I have to come down here and cook it myself.

[prescribedbychloe]

I'm very sorry to hear that, ma'am. I'm sure i can help find a chef who can cook more to your desire?

[jetxsteele-blog]

  "No one’s brain is ever too fried for sea jokes, dear maiden. Here; let me try to prove my point. What did one tide pool say to the other tide pool?” He knew the joke wasn’t funny, but Jet couldn’t contain his laughter. Seriously, the twenty-eight year old had absolutely no sense of humour, but always managed to make himself laugh harder at the joke than the person he intended on trying to make laugh. Or smile, at the least. He didn’t even let the nurse answer before he opened his mouth again to speak. “Show me your mussels.” If anyone else were to say the punchline, they’d seriously feel embarrassed for bringing up the joke. But not Jet. He was proud. After a fit of laughter, his calmed down and beamed at the blonde. “Ah. Sea jokes. They always make me smile.” He shook his head and dared to take another step towards her. “I’m sure there’s another nurse on board. Having just one on a huge ship like this would just be cruel to you,” Jet said lightly, cocking his head to the side. “But if it means that much to you, I could drag you out to the bar and pretend to break a leg so then it still looks like you’re working?” he suggested with a sly and cheeky grin, before shaking his head. “Course not. I usually just show them my genitals and then ask them to hang out with me,” Jet joked. “Why’s that, nursey? You getting a little curious?”

[prescribedbychloe]

She opened her mouth, stunned and slightly impressed by this man's humour and laughing along with him. As he said the punch line, she couldn't help but laugh, shaking her head, amused at such an awful joke and at his reaction to it. It was nice to see laughter and happiness rather then grimacing faces and vomit. "Wow, did you write these all down before you were to come aboard?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest to survey him. As he took a step closer to her she watched him curiously, swallowing after a moment. "It's a very nice smile." She agreed quietly. "I- i'm not sure, i mean, it is my shift currently." She tried to explain, not knowing why she was feeling flustered so suddenly. "I appreciate the gesture, it is very sweet of you, but i'd hate for you to have to limp around with me all night- i'm positive you'd be bored out of your brains." She giggled, brushing back a strand of her hair. She immediately blushed at his next sentence, looking down at her feet. "Well i can see why that might work in your favour." She teased right back, unsure as to how she was acting like this but not doing anything to stop it. "I-" She cut herself off before she'd ramble and embarrass herself further, knowing her cheeks were violently red now. She stuck out her chin defiantly. "Do you flirt with all the nurses, or should i feel special? Nobody has told me of a man who goes around saying silly sea jokes and revealing his genitals. As of yet, anyways."

[amy-smythe]

  {Looks at her speechless for a moment, before letting out a small laugh} Wait, what? I was just seeing if you have any sea sickness medication I could take off your hands.. Some of the first class ladies maids seem to be suffering sea sickness and apparently don’t have time to come by and see you. Being head stewardess and all I kinda need to look after my ladies. 

[prescribedbychloe]

Chloe was blushing, immediately nodding, pulling open a drawer and a small bottle of pills. "Oh! Yes, why of course, miss. My mistake, i do apologise!" She swallowed, nervous as she hesitated to hand the pills over completely. "Er... These are quite strong, no more then 2 should be taken in the space of 24 hours. You will make sure they stay safe, won't you?"

[margotdaily]

[jetxsteele-blog]

  Jet raised his brow as soon as the nurse spoke, chuckling lightly. “I sort of just came in here to harass you with silly sea jokes but maybe I should come back another time?” he said playfully, welcoming himself into her office and taking a seat. After a moment, he smiled at her and crossed his arms over his chest. “Also, you don’t need to worry. My genitals are off limits; especially to female nurses. Wouldn’t want them to fantasize about me or anything,” the male joked, laughing at his own idiocy. “Anyway, nursey, why don’t you let me abduct you from this office for a bit to get your mind off of things?”

[prescribedbychloe]

Chloe laughed quietly, shaking her head. She looked up, meeting the boy's eyes. "There's always time for sea jokes. Unfortunately my brain is too fried to make any of my own." She replied, brushing back a strand of her hair. She chewed her lip, hesitating. "I don't know... There could be an emergency, i'd hate for someone to get ill or injured and i wouldn't be here to help." She said genuinely, although blushing at his comment, flattered he'd even want to be around boring, old her. "Do you ask all nurses on boats to hang out with you after bragging about your own genitals?" She asked, teasing, amused.