#spoondrifting

[seesgood]

They didn’t really have an anniversary. They’d gotten too caught up in actually dating to ever make it official on a certain date. Which really just birthed another one of their weird traditions. Random anniversary dinners. Sometimes he’d show up with take out from a new place in town --- the weird Egyptian fast food place, or the taco bar that had 17 one star reviews on Yelp --- they’d call it an anniversary dinner and that would be that. It worked because they almost never got around to actually eating. But this time she wanted to do it right. Romantic. all out. 

And yet, not even Noah himself on speaker phone for an hour and half walking her through every direction in the recipe book could salvage this. The kitchen was a mess. The spaghetti was mush, the sauce was half burned, the meatballs were ---- she didn’t even know how to describe them. From the floor she heard a small jingle as Dolly looked up, nose crinkled in distaste.  ❝ I know, I know. ❞  Caroline grumbled, dropping the larger pot of ruined-sauce into the sink with a heavy sigh just as the door opened. Turning, she gave him an apologetic smile.  ❝ Anniversary Dinner. ❞  The explanation finished in a small pout, which quickly turned into a laugh.  ❝ Even she won’t eat it. ❞  Caroline gestured towards the golden retriever resting in her usual spot, big brown eyes looking over at Chris in the same expressive way she always looked.  ❝ Pizza? ❞          /          @spoondrifting​ ! 

[seesgood]

When he’d asked her to do him a favor, she’d kind’ve just assumed it would be something dirty. She’d been waiting for the other shoe to drop all night, waiting for the moment where the mask would drop and he’d turn out to be just another disappointment of a guy. Except...nothing. Pure and utter perfection. And now she was lying on his bed, his head resting on her stomach, her fingers playing with his hair. The sex part hadn’t really come yet. They’d both planned on it. Her dress was draped over a chair, his shirt was half unbuttoned, she was wearing one he’d given her like a half hour ago when she’d muttered something about being cold. 

But it stood to remain: when her laugh had died down and he’d looked at her and asked for a favor, she hadn’t expected what she’d gotten. Ask me something personal. Her brow furrowed slightly. They'd been talking all night. Flirting. Making jokes. But the first date rule of never talking about anything too personal had stood to remain and now...now he was stepping over that line. And she got the sense he didn’t really do it often. Caroline nodded, giving him a soft smile as she played with his hair.  ❝ What’s your family like? ❞          /          @spoondrifting ! 

[seesgood]

“Hey Care, your boyfriend’s here.” Elena’s voice was smug, brows raising at her almost knowingly as she picked up the final chart of the day tucking it under her arm before she left the blonde there. Almost like it was an automatic response, Caroline rolled her eyes, not having to think twice about who she was referring to. Most of the paramedics finished their shifts up here anyway, it wasn’t an uncommon sight to see him stepping through those doors into the emergency room. And still, somehow, he never failed to look like he’d just strolled right off of a photography set for some...Hot Paramedics Calendar. Even after twelve hours, countless calls, probably with exhaustion weighing on every muscle in him --- he still managed to turn heads.

She was done for the day. Well, she’d been done for over an hour. But he got off at eleven and...it wasn’t like she was waiting. It was just...coincidence. She’d lost track of time. Even though she’d checked the clock every five minutes. And sure enough, at twelve past eleven, there he was. 

Caroline cleared her throat as he stepped in, purposefully pretending to shuffle a few papers together to look busy. Anything like she hadn’t just spent an hour and twelve minutes hanging around, half hoping he’d ask her out for their usual thing of drinks and carbs after a long shift. ❝ I got an update on the kid, ❞ She spoke up, looking over at Chris, studying his face for an extra moment to try and see if there was anything there. Pain. Exhaustion. Grief. His job was unpredictable, to say the least. And as much as he screamed Tough Guy, she knew thick skin only protected so much.  ❝ He’s fine. Skinned knee and broken arm. It’ll be a little while until he can swing a baseball bat again but, he promised to teach me how to play once he can. ❞  She smiled, hoping the news would ease some of the tension in his shoulders.                    /                   @spoondrifting

[seesgood]

@spoondrifting wanted a chrisoline instagram aesthetic         /         NO LONGER ACCEPTING.

[seesgood]

@spoondrifting​ said:  'Ah, I'm fucking up, I'm fucking up.' (Chris)

❝ Hey, hey, ❞  She shook her head, hands reaching up to frame his face, turning him towards her. The expression on his face was a familiar one. Brow somewhat furrowed, cocky smile turned down into an uncharacteristic grimace. Any and all traces of that cocky attitude were gone, replaced by the guy she knew was lying just underneath.  ❝ You are not. ❞  So...okay. The night hadn’t gone perfectly. The whole meet the friends / family thing wasn’t as smooth as she wanted it to be. He was tense. She was neurotic. Her friends were suspicious and Elena --- flaunting the new engagement ring on her finger --- was trying just a little bit too hard to play Perfect Best Friend. It wasn’t that they didn’t like him, it was just...they didn’t love him. Yet. Then again, her friends were judgy. And the friends that really mattered? Well, they loved him as much as she did. Caroline gave him a reassuring smile, leaning in to kiss him.  ❝ You’re perfect. And charming. And you look so hot in that tux, ❞  She leaned back a bit to give him a once-over before pulling him back into frame and towards the dance floor . ❝ Play your cards right and you could probably still get laid tonight. ❞   

[seesgood]

It’s not that she’s jealous. That would imply that she was insecure about their relationship, and shockingly enough, she’s not. ( Which on it’s own is really something, considering she’s Caroline Forbes, resident queen of insecurity. ) So no, she’s not jealous. She’s just...territorial. And right now there’s some brunette with big boobs and sky high heels infiltrating that territory. Even if her territory seems entirely oblivious to it. But honestly? It’s not like she can blame Big Boobs. Chris is the single hottest guy in this entire bar ( even if she is a little biased ). Broad shoulders, crooked smile, glinting eyes. The paramedic’s uniform is just the icing on a very delicious cake. Even if there are a half a dozen other men in this place wearing the same bulky coat, he’s the one that stands out. 

                                                  And luckily for her, he’s hers.

Her arms slide around his shoulders from behind, head falling forward just as his turns so that she can capture his mouth in a kiss that is, admittedly, a bit too risque for the public bar. Especially when she hasn’t even had a drink yet. But she’s territorial. And this is girl speak for marking her territory.  ❝ Hey baby, ❞  Caroline grins, pulling back and bringing her hand up to cup his cheek, thumb wiping a little bit of smeared lipstick off his mouth. Sure enough, Big Boobs makes a little huff, turning on her heels and returning to the prowl to find some other, less hot, more single guy to hit on for the night.  ❝ Save any lives today? ❞  She asks, moving once he turns to stand in between his legs, arms still curled around his shoulders, not bothering to even pretend that they need personal space. 

@spoondrifting          /          sdfjsdlfkjdsh ! 

[seesgood]

Drunk (Chris)

noah’s working late, and it has a sort of eerie quality on the apartment. well, his apartment. hers is still somewhere uptown, collecting dust. she just…doesn’t  go there anymore. more often than not, she’s here. with noah. and it’s the only place that’s really felt like home since…since home. behind her, she hears chris set her wallet, keys, and phone on the table. ever the quiet presence of support, that man. he’ll spend all night with her drinking and dancing and laughing, and he knows when it’s about to turn. which is when he takes her here. before it can wear off just enough that she remembers, with painful clarity, everything that she’s drinking to forget. her mom. mystic falls. the clawing loneliness that she doesn’t think she’ll ever escape. without a word, caroline crawls into bed, going immediately for noah’s side and burrowing her head in the pillow, inhaling deeply. her makeup is smudged from crying. dress crumpled from a long night at the bars. chris is there a few moments later, setting a glass of water on the bedside table, hovering in the way he always does right before he asks if she’s okay. if she needs anything. ❝ can you stay? ❞  

with anyone else she might have overthought it. hell, there’s probably nothing worse than asking your long-time boyfriend’s best friend to stay with you when you’re drunk and emotional and lonely. but it’s chris. and noah’s not exactly the jealous type. caroline shifts on the bed, making room for him on the side where she usually sleeps, waiting until the bed dips beneath his weight and she curls into his side. it’s different than it is with noah. but when chris’ arms curl around her, she feels safer. more whole. they’re the arms of someone that knows her better than almost anyone in the world. of someone who can cut to the quick of things with barely a few words and far less tact than most people. if noah was taken out of the running of best friend — which honestly, makes any competition for the title unfair as it is — she’s pretty sure chris would have that title. just for moments like this. her face turns in towards his chest and she sniffs, closing her eyes as more tears squeeze against her eyelids. ❝ do you think i’m a fuck up? ❞

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

[shallowsurvived]

❝ She likes when you hold your hand like this, ❞  Nancy uncurled her fingers slightly, modeling for the little boy how to hold the treat so that Lola would approach. Usually, the little dog wasn’t good with strangers. Especially men. But this wasn’t the first time Jeremy had been left waiting for an hour while his dad finished up work. It wasn’t an unusual sight. Most of the other doctors here had kids, and most of those kids tended to hang around the hospital. It wasn’t nearly as against the rules as bringing your dog in but, it wasn’t like Lola made much trouble. She mostly slept. Let the kids in the pediatrics ward pet her for an hour before she retreated to the most secluded corner. Watching as Jeremy mirrored her movements, Nancy smiled, watching Lola slowly move her little snout to his hand, sniffing the treat for a moment before taking it happily and laying down right there to gnaw on the small bone. ❝ I think you just made a friend for life. ❞ She smiled, looking up when she heard the door creak open to see Elias striding in, looking about as exhausted as he usually did. ❝ Long night? ❞ She uncurled herself from where she’d been sitting on the floor, standing straight and brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes.

@spoondrifting          /          gets a shitty semi-plotted starter !