#carolinedearest

[brokenbrxther-a]

( ✉ → sms ) i fukcing miss yo u

3:15 a.m. ( sms → caroline ): you  don’t  get  to  do  this.  you  were  the  one  who  decided  to  stop  fighting.  if  you  don’t  want  me  then  just  leave  me  alone.  please.

@carolinedearest ┃text  messages  meme ’

[sluggernegan]

@carolinedearest // v; i’m your man

   For the strangest reason, Bill had sent Negan to go pick up Caroline from the party she was trying to escape, or didn’t feel safe at. He knew the real reason -- if he was honest with himself. Bill was drunk. He had drank a little too much, and for once Negan was far from the alcohol level. Of course, the Forbes family trusted him, he was after all one of the main council members and had been friends with the family forever and a day. 

   He drove up in front of the party house and peaked down watching a stumbling Caroline come out. “Shit,” he sighed even if his heart went out to the poor girl. He smiled and got out of his car, holding out his hand once he reached her. “You need some support there, hope you don’t mind going to your home with me, Bill told me to come,” he smiled. “We were shooting pool.” 

[sluggernegan]

@carolinedearest // v; i’m your man

     the argument was far too loud for any sort of peace. The Forbes’ house was always interesting, but he kept quite and mum in the living room. His eyes peered up seeing Caroline, the perky little girl he had watched grown up. He knew her practically like the back of his hand. He gave her a warm smile, trying to be comforting. Negan was fully aware of the look she was trying to present. The “I’m fine don’t ask.” Negan wasn’t an idiot, and on top of everything else -- he felt bad for her. The pressure of dating these days. Even though he had a wife who had really fucked him up, his world was no different. 

         “----Hey, I rented this really cheesy new horror flick, and I’m pretty sure you’d be the only one who could explain it, and after the fact your dad needs to calm it for a bit, your mom agrees you need a night out, even if it is just a crappy movie with me.” 

[ofcaringhearts-blog]

[text]: me. you. a bottle of vodka. my place. now. ( ANY MUSE )

(sms): that sounds fantastic.(sms): i’ll be there in 5?

[brokenbrxther-a]

( ✉ → sms ) i used your pics to catfish someone, and since they bought me a laptop… you have a date with them tomorrow.

( text message ✉ → caroline forbes ) ...........caroline. what the fuck?!!?

   @carolinedearest┃text message meme ! ’

[brokenbrxther-a]

“ you  know  we  can’t  do  this.  your  mom,  along  with  the  rest  of  the  town,  is  downstairs. ”  apparently  there  were  perks  to  growing  up  with  a  lockwood  as  a  friend,  including  knowing  which  rooms  would  be  best  to  sneak  into  for  some  privacy  during  big  parties.  founders  events  weren’t  as  big  a  deal  to  him  as  everyone  else  in  town,  but  he  kept  up  appearances  and  played  along  for  the  sake  of  not  hearing  secondhand  gossip  later  on.  and  for  the  chance  to  see her.  and  while  he  objected  out  loud,  stefan’s  actions  played  a  much  different  tune.  one  hand  rested  on  her  lower  back,  drawing  her  in  closer  to  him  as  the  other  slowly  reached  up  to  caress  her  cheek.  “ we’re  playing  with  fire. ”  though  weren’t  they  always?

  @carolinedearest┃short au starter for my bae ! ’

[badbloodkarev]

@carolinedearest

        “Karev, someone in curtain ten for you.” Alex didn’t think much of it as he walked towards the curtain in question. He didn’t really understand why he had been picked specifically to deal with a patient. All he’d ever heard since starting his internship was that everyone hated him and his lousy bedside manners. Taking the chart a nurse handed off to him, Alex took a peek at it. The name made him give a pause. Caroline Forbes, 17, possible ankle sprain. He hadn’t seen her for years, but he could never forget the bubbly blonde. Probably one of the few happy things to enter their house growing up, Caroline was also one of Amber’s closest friends. “Do they not know how to fix sprains in Iowa?” Alex asked as he yanked the curtain back to see a much older version than the Caroline Forbes he remembered from five years ago. Despite himself he couldn’t help but grin at the girl. It was a nice surprise to a crazy day. “So what’s the problem, kid?”