#Chloe Price imagine

[mwahbabe]

little elloe blurb

(not set on the ship name yet leave me alone)

mdni, smut, established relationship, polyamory, throuple, threesome, sharing pussy, cunnilingus(r! receiving), sub! reader, loser!ellie, loser!chloe.

a/n: haha. ha. HEHHEJEJEEHHE

your two loser girlfriends fight over your pussy, literal gremlins, “els come on! you’ve had two fucking turns! i’m going insane over here!”

“you snooze you lose chlo.” ellie is already between your legs again, lapping at your poor cunt that’s so sensitive from cumming in ellies mouth over and over. “fuck ellie.. oh my god…” you gasp and arch your back, surrendering to your freckled girlfriend, her hands under your legs keeping them around her head, legs on her shoulders.

chloe on the other hand was folding her arms, a pout on her pretty face. “show off.” her grumpy face softened though seeing you squirming and hearing your pretty moans. she couldn’t stay mad at ellie for making you look and sound like this. she crawled over to you, gently grabbing your face towards her getting your attention. “fuck, you having fun hotstuff?” you nodded at her, your eyes dazed, chloe chuckles and her fingers wrap around the side of your neck as she pulls you in kissing you, swallowing your moans up.

ellie hears your sounds have been muffled and glances up, seeing chloe’s lips on yours. her tongue drags over your clit giving little flicks now and then before sucking it into her mouth, filthy wet sucking sounds with ellies small grunts being heard from you and chloe.

chloe huffs again. “i better get a fucking turn after this.”

ellie hums in response, giving a delicious jolt of vibration on your pussy. “you’re greedy babe.” she mumbles as she dives back in.

chloe scoffs. “me? you’re the one who hogs her” she grumbles.

you’re dizzy right now, ellie’s tongue and mouth between your legs making you squirm and whimper uncontrollably, while chloe stares at you in absolute awe but then bickers with her other girlfriend about her not sharing, these two are a full time job. “feels good, huh?” chloe asks you, you nodded again, removing one hand from ellie’s auburn hair and gripping chloe’s hand for support which she always gave you. “god.. fuck,. your eyes flick back down to ellie, “els.. feels so good..

“yeah? she making you feel good hotstuff?” chloe’s lips trail down your neck, nipping your skin slightly, her voice husky with desire. “yes.. fuck..” you turn your head allowing chloe to kiss and bite as much of you as she pleases, the marks there a mixture of hers and ellies, ellies were more darker and rougher, while chloes were slightly gentler.

“hurry up and make her cum els. i’m next.”

ellie glanced up at her, her emerald eyes glancing between both of her girlfriends.

“could always come down here if you’re that impatient babe.”

chloes breath hitched at that, even if she wanted your pussy all to herself she was always willing to share. anything for you.

“fine.”

she relented and slid down the bed and turned over on her stomach and moved in next to ellie, their faces almost touching as they settled into a rhythm of ellie sucking your clit and chloe lapping at your dripping hole and switching places or sometimes interjecting and their tongues touching each others.

you were in heaven. moaning freely as your two girlfriends ate your pussy together, this was one of their favourite activities, they were both amazing at, at that. “shit.. oh god yes! yes! just like that.. god you two..” chloe’s hand reached up tracing your belly searching for your hand, you gave it to her and held on tight, while ellie did the same only she gripped your hand tighter. you could hear both of their moans against you as you moaned out praise, something you knew got to both of them.

“fuckk! oh i’m gonna cum! guys! i’m-“ you didn’t get an answer, both of them putting in the work to get that sweet reward from you.

before you knew it, you were cumming, creamy fluid dripping from your pussy each time your walls clenched around nothing, both of them moaning into you, not stopping until they got it all from you.

as your orgasm subsided and the sensitivity kicked in you panted and looked down at them, ellie came up to kiss you, your taste still in her mouth. while chloe kept going, you whimpered into ellie’s mouth pulling away looking at chloe, “chlo.. i’m done baby..” ellie chuckled looking down at chloe. “you’re so fucking greedy chloe.”

chloe finally stopped, exhaling harshly. “yeah whatever els. we’re even now.”

chloe smirked coming up laying on the other side of you, “hey, good team effort huh?” ellie laughed holding her fist out to chloe for her to bump. “hella good team effort.” chloe bumped ellie’s fist back.

god. these two idiots.

aaaaa gawd i need. i hope i did okay for never seeing how they interact. let me know how i did🤭😮‍💨

[fired-up-art]

HAPPY (late) HALLOWEEN!!! Little amberpricefield as pirates because I’m nothing if not self indulgent

Post is late cause my friends birthday is November 5th so I was focusing on his painting/gift

Anyways! Enjoy the gays✨✨

[sapphic-boyfriend]

why is she giving me chloe price & beabadoobee vibes

[ruewrote]

𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒.

PAIRING: chloe price x fem!reader WARNINGS: no use of y/n GENRE: ANGST SONG INSPIRATION: please be rude by gigi perez WORD COUNT: 1.5k CHAPTERS: one, two.

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when you showed up at the diner one night, alone, chloe was already waiting, sitting at your usual booth. the way your eyes widened when you saw her almost made her smirk, but there was no time for games.

“you’ve been avoiding me.”

your throat went dry. “i’ve been busy, chloe. school–”

“with her?” chloe interrupted, leaning forward. “come on, don’t lie to me. you’ve been glued to victoria fucking chase for weeks. so what’s going on?”

you sighed, rubbing the back of your neck. “it’s not what you think–”

“oh, really?” chloe snapped, her voice rising. “because what i think is that my best friend ditched me for a goddamn bitch!”

her words stung, and your patience finally snapped. “maybe i needed space, chloe! did you ever think of that? that maybe i needed to breathe?”

chloe recoiled. “space? from me?” her voice cracked, the fire in her eyes dimming as vulnerability crept in. “what did i do wrong?”

the crack in her voice was your undoing. you looked away, heart aching. “you didn’t do anything wrong, chloe. it’s just... complicated.”

“bullshit,” she said softly, leaning back in the booth. “you’re lying to me, and i don’t know why.”

her gaze was intense, searching yours for answers, and you could feel your resolve crumbling. she deserved the truth, but how could you tell her? how could you admit that every stolen glance, every lingering touch, every almost had broken you in ways you couldn’t put into words?

“i can’t do this,” you whispered, you go to leave.

“wait.” chloe grabbed your wrist, her grip firm but desperate. “don’t go. please, just talk to me.”

you hesitated, torn between running and staying. her eyes, wide and glassy, locked onto yours, and you could see it. every ounce of her longing, her confusion, her hurt.

and in that moment, you wondered if maybe, just maybe, she felt the same way.

the risk was too much. the words you wanted to say were heavy on your tongue, weighed down by the fear of losing her completely. so, you shook your head, gently pulling your wrist from her grasp. “i need to go, chloe.”

her hand fell to the table, her fingers twitching. “is it her?” chloe’s voice was barely above a whisper, the vulnerability in her tone cutting through you.

you froze, not daring to turn back.

“is it victoria?” chloe pressed, her words trembling with frustration and desperation. “because if it is, i– i just– i need to know. are you... with her?”

“no,” you said firmly, finally facing her again. “it’s not like that with victoria.”

“then what is it like?” chloe’s voice cracked as she gestured helplessly. “why are you acting like i don’t exist? like we don’t exist?”

“because i can’t do this anymore!” you snapped, the words spilling out before you could stop them. “i can’t keep pretending that everything’s fine when it’s not!”

chloe blinked, her shock evident. “what are you talking about? what’s not fine?”

you swallowed hard, the weight of your confession pressing down on your chest. the diner felt too small, too suffocating. you could feel the eyes of the other few patrons glancing your way, joyce’s concerned gaze from behind the counter.

taking a shaky breath, you leaned forward, lowering your voice. “it’s you, chloe. it’s the way you look at me, the way you hold me, the way you make me feel like i’m about to fall apart and put myself back together at the same time. i– i can’t do it. i can’t be around you and not want... more.”

chloe stared at you, her chest rising and falling as she processed your words. her hands clenched into fists on the table, then released, her fingers curling slightly as if she was trying to stop herself from reaching for you. but she didn’t speak, didn’t move, and her silence felt deafening.

an ache spreading through your chest as the weight of what you’d just confessed settled over you. she wasn’t saying anything. not a single word.

you’d miscalculated.

the regret was suffocating, pressing down on you until you felt like you couldn’t breathe. your throat tightened, tears stinging your eyes as you stood abruptly, the legs of your chair scraping loudly against the diner floor.

“forget i said anything,” you choked out, your voice breaking. “i’m sorry. i–i’ll leave you alone, chloe. i’ll stay out of your way.”

her eyes widened, her lips parting as if to protest, but you didn’t give her a chance. you turned and ran, the tears streaming down your face. the cool night air hit you as you shoved the diner door open and stumbled outside, your vision blurred by the flood of emotions.

the ache in your chest only grew as you put distance between yourself and chloe, the sound of her voice, or lack thereof, echoing in your mind. you felt like a fool. how could you have been so stupid, so naive, to think this could go any other way?

the pavement blurred beneath your feet as you kept moving, unsure of where you were even going. somewhere, anywhere, away from her. away from the reality you didn’t want to face.

chloe sat slumped in the booth, head resting against her hand, as she stared blankly at the remnants of her uneaten food. her mind was a storm of regret, frustration, and fear. she had no idea how long she'd been sitting there when she heard the sound of familiar footsteps approaching.

joyce slid into the seat across from her, wiping her hands on her apron. her gaze softened as she took in chloe's sullen posture. "want to tell me what's going on?"

chloe huffed, crossing her arms defensively. "not really in the mood for a lecture, mom."

joyce ignored the comment, leaning forward with a knowing look. "you think i didn't notice? that i didn't see the way you froze up when she poured her heart out to you? chloe, i know you better than you think."

chloe's eyes snapped up to meet her mother’s. “what are you talking about?”

joyce tilted her head slightly, her expression steady but kind. “i’m talking about the way you feel about… her.”

chloe’s mouth opened to protest, but the words caught in her throat. instead, she slumped further into her seat, a low groan escaping her. “you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“oh, don’t i?” joyce’s tone was calm but firm. “i’ve seen it, chloe. how close the two of you are. how you look at her like she’s practically hung the moon. and don’t even get me started on how she looks at you.”

chloe played with her bracelets, her frustration growing. “so what? none of that matters now. i just completely screwed everything up.” 

joyce’s eyes softened. “no, you didn’t. you’re hurting, and so is she. but that doesn’t mean it’s over. you just need to figure out what you want and go from there.”

chloe scoffed, her hands clenching into fists on the table. “it’s not that simple, mom.”

joyce leaned forward, grasping chloe’s bawled up hand in her own. her voice gentler now. “it is, chloe. you’re the only one who truly knows how you feel about her. and from where i’m sitting, it seems like you care about her more than you’re willing to admit, even to yourself.”

chloe looked away, her jaw tightening as she fought the emotions threatening to spill over.

joyce continued, her tone unwavering. “that girl has been there for you when you were at your lowest. when you stopped going to school, when things got hard, she didn’t leave.

she stayed with you every chance she got. she knew how to cheer you up when no one else could. she cared about you, chloe, still does, even after everything tonight.”

chloe swallowed hard, guilt twisting in her chest. “i didn’t mean to push her away... i just–” she cut herself off, unable to find the words.

“then don’t push her away any further. go home, sleep on it, and talk to her tomorrow. tell her how you really feel. you’re better at this than you think, chloe.”

she  blinked at her mom, her lips pressing into a thin line. “and what if i mess it up even worse?”

joyce smiled faintly. “you won’t. not if you’re honest with her. that girl sees something in you. she always has. just don’t let your fear stop you from showing her how much she means to you.”

chloe exhaled slowly, nodding. “yeah... okay. i’ll try.”

joyce gave her hand a reassuring squeeze before standing. “good. and chloe?”

“yeah?”

joyce’s smile widened, a hint of mischief in her eyes. “i think you already know what you want. you just need to go after it.”

as joyce walked away, chloe sat back in the booth, her mind racing. she still didn’t have all the answers, 

but for the first time that night, a sliver of hope began to creep in.

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[longmaxsilvarg]

chloe being 5'9 is actually so crazy like girl wyd getting shot 3 times go get on the court they need you

[fire-in-my-woods]

Will never not think about the potential LIS 1 would've had if Rachel and Chloe's roles were reversed

[chaserinfinite]

amberprice but i can't decide which version 2 post so i'm posting both

[emarttt]

Never bother the Diaz brothers…

(Just love how Daniel casually makes rocks flight to frighten some assholes here, he’s just like a little gremlins LMAO)

I’m so proud of this, not gonna lie-

~how I love them~

[megalomaniacz]

ellie williams, newest student at blackwell academy? 🪵🦋🌪️ (moodboard)

[lifeisstrange-incorrectquotes]

Rachel: Some women throw dishes. You a twenty thousand dollar vase.

Rachel: My darling Chloe, it's so good to have you back.

[meshla-cyarika]

Worth the pain

Pairing: Nathan Prescott x gn!reader

Word count: 1,056

Tags/warnings: mentions problematic family members (such as an alcoholic father), reader doubts themselves, smoking, friends to lovers.

Summary: your life and Nathan's are both fucked up in different ways, but somehow your mangled and spiralling lives have intertwined. You're closer than you've ever imagined anyone could be, but you can't face the feelings that linger around you both, because you can't face loving someone again just for them to leave you to pick up the pieces afterwards.

A/N: this was inspired by the song "bite the hand".

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Fuck Black-shitting-well academy. The only things it's brought you is more things to tell your imaginary therapist. Like fuck you were going to see a real one. You did that along time ago and the only thing it achieved was people pitying you. You don't need strangers fucking pity for your fucked up life, you already know it's messed up beyond repair, you don't need a fucking therapist to tell you that. Everyone you've spoke about your past to has either given you a disgusted look, or fake pity.

You just want to scream out everything in your mind to someone who won't give you any expression, almost like a blank wall that you can just yell and scream and cry at. That's what Nathan Prescott has become for you and sometimes, you've been that for him as well. You can just talk and talk and talk at him and he'll just sit there, seemingly not paying attention but mentally noting every word you've said. He'll only speak when you request him to, but most of the time he doesn't say anything at all. And you return the favour by letting him vent to you and listen to all his words.

Now, you're both silently laying on Nathan's bed in his dorm, your legs up agaisnt the cushions as you lay the wrong way on the bed. You just stare at the white ceiling, passing a cigarette between each other. You forgot to buy a pack and it's Nathan's last one, so you compromised. You've remained in silence, since you entered his room ages ago, waiting for either one of you to say something.

Nathan hands you the cigarette, after he took a long drag, before breaking the some what comforting silence, "Do you ever think about..." His pause causes you to turn your head to look at him, but he's still staring up at the ceiling. "Getting the fuck outta here? Just fucking off and forgetting about all this shit?"

"Every second of every day." You reply to him, as you pass him the cigarette back.

"But there's always that nagging in the back of your head to just put up with everyone's shit." Nathan speaks for them both and you turn your head to face the ceiling again. Uncontrollable dread sits in your soul, as you try to convince yourself that your past isn't repeating itself yet again. "And it always seems to out weigh the idea of finally being free." He adds to his previous sentence. "I'm gonna get the fuck outta here one day, you know?"

Your anxious mind can't help but pick up on the fact that he said "I'm" and not "we". Has he already decided that you are only a fragment of his life? You should've known better. You told yourself when you went to Blackwell not to get attached to anyone. They'd only leave like every fucker else, you had told yourself. First, it was your mother leaving you for some drugdealing asshole, then it was your childhood friend picking some over girl for you, then your older siblings moved out far away (they still don't try to contact you), which only added to your father's alcoholism. There's always someone else that's the first choice. You gave up trying to get everybody to like you a long time ago.

During your mind's spiralling anxious thoughts, you don't even notice the tear that runs down the side of your face, until a soft hand wipes it away. The physical contact brings you back to reality and you turn your head to face Nathan, who's already looking at you. The cigarette sits in an ashtray that's ontop of his bed. Your eyes stare into his ocean blue ones and you only just realise how close you are, your faces are only a breath away from one another.

"Tell me what's going on up there." He places his hand on the side of your face and slightly taps your forehead to emphasise his words, before tucking the hair that had fallen infront of your face behind your era.

You silently study his face, his blonde soft hair, his angel eyes and your eyes finally land on his red lips. You desperately want to take the leap and kiss him until your lungs begin to burn from the lack of air. You want to hide yourself in his arms, where you're safley locked away from the world. You want him to hold you so delicately, as if you'd break like glass.

You tear your eyes away from his plush lips and sigh as you can't bring yourself to look at him anymore. "I can't keep doing this." You pathetically mutter under your breath, hating the way more salty tears push their way into your eyes.

"Doing what?" Nathan's voice has dropped to a whisper as you looks at you.

"This! I can't keep loving people who leave! I can't let more kindling be added to this burning feeling inside me!" Your voice raises, but you're not angry. You're just so tired and fucking emotionally drained. You try to ignore the never ending stream of tears that flow from your eyes. "It hurts too much and I can't do it anymore!" You subconsciously grasp his shirt, as if that's enough to stop him from disappearing.

Nathan says your name, as quite as a whisper and you just stare into his eyes. The hand on your cheek moves to lightly grasp the back of your scalp and Nathan moves forward to place his forehead agaisnt your own, in an attempt to ground you to the present. "I'm not going anywhere without you. I don't fucking care if it means we travel the entire fucking world, I'm not letting you go." He vows, with such a sincere look in his eyes, a look you've never seen anyone give you before.

Silence falls once again and you're still so close to the point where you can feel each other's breath on your faces. Neither of you can help but glance down at each other's lips. Slowly but surely, your bodies move impossibly closer and your lips dance over one another.

His touch burns and stabs into your soul, but you can't convince yourself to let him go. Nathan's here and he's staying. He's worth the pain.

[mwahbabe]

remember in this post when i said chloe cums too fast when tribbing with you? yeah:3

pairing: chloe x fem reader

mdni, pure smut, delicious lesbian sex, tribbing<3, loseeerrrr chloe, this fic just feels wet. chloe cums too quick, power bottom!reader, sub top!chloe, pillow princess reader if you want, creampie if you squint.

a/n: lalalalallala

heavy breathing along with whimpers and moans filled the room, the room hot and heavy with both of you. your desire for each other completely shameless.

chloe’s gripping your leg that’s bent over her shoulder as she grinds her soaked cunt into yours, her clit absolutely throbbing against you. she had been pretty pent up and needed nothing more than to release some stress with your body.

“mmhh.. fuck.. hngg..” whimpers and hefty breathing was all chloe could do, along with clenching her teeth and her eyes squeezing shut as she tried her best to not fucking cum before you. she was anything but selfish, that was a lie. she was selfish yes, but selfish for you. she’d do anything for you, as she’s proven many times, puts her own needs before yours even. and yea she’s a bit greedy when it comes to you. but she can’t help it. you’re perfect and each time feels better than the last.

you lay pretty under her, letting chloe take charge as she usually did. moaning each time your clits rubbed together and giggling at how slick you both were. a mess already leaking down under you.

“yeah baby.. fuck me just like that.. uh huh.” you watched as her tits bounced slightly each time she moved forward, her head falling back and then coming forward again, really, she was trying so hard not to cum. she was sensitive and the feel of your warm pussy and how wet you were allowing her to grind, almost glide her pussy over yours so perfect. “ah yeah.. your pussy feels so good chloe..” your voice was low, a sound that had her gripping your thigh harder.

"god, don’t..."

she breathed out a little gasp, her eyes sliding shut the moment you said that, her body pressing closer to yours again.

it was too much, you felt too good, her clit was twitching as she tried to take it slow, but also felt the need to speed up and get you off before anything else.

“ohh shit i can feel you throbbing..” you moan as you tip your head back, your hand that was on her back moving down lower.

god. she was whimpering now, the words making her shudder, her thighs starting to quiver a little as she dug her blue painted nails into the flesh of your thigh.

it was a battle, a battle of not getting off too fast, as well as getting you to cum. her head was spinning and there was such a dizzying rush of sensation that she was barely holding herself together. she couldn't help the desperate little noise that escaped her, sharp, soft little gasps leaving her as her eyes started to grow hazy, her breaths coming out shorter, louder, and her head spinning still. “fucking christ..” she whimpered. yeah she was a goner.

her hips moved faster now, still in that perfect rythym that had the two of you moaning and gripping the other, your nails dug into chloes lower back, hers digging into your thigh as she held onto you for dear life. then.. she let out a strained groan, her head dropping as her entire body trembled with the force of her orgasm. it washed over her, leaving her breathless and lightheaded, her hands clinging onto you as she tried to ground herself through it. “hhnngg.. ahh..fuck.!”

you watched with big eyes as chloe came hard against you, the way her chest moved and how her arms flexed as she gripped you leg as she climaxed. white droplets beaded and dripped down her cunt onto yours. some definately landing inside you. she slowly lowered your leg off her shoulder as she caught her breath once the waves subsided.

when she came back to earth she saw your amused grin and immediatly felt like a complete moron. jesus christ, how did she cum that damn fast? she let out a strained laugh running her fingers through her hair sheepishly, a little damp from sweat. “shit.. i’m really sorry baby… got carried away- i just- you-” she stuttered,

“it’s okay babe.” you cut her off, giggling softly. “it’s a massive compliment. i promise.” she chuckled breathlessly, her smile faded once the guilt quickly came back. she had to make you cum. “i’m a bad girlfriend.” she concluded dramatically. that made you laugh for real. “don’t say stupid untruthful things.” you nudged her back spreading your legs, your pussy coated in mess from both your combined arousel as well as chloes cum. chloe almost stopped breathing.

“clean that up and get me off and you’ll redeem yourself huh?” your tone lightheartes and teasing.

“…god you’re gonna fucking kill me.”

[smizzy]

do it for u

been YEARSSSS since bts dropped and I don't see more fics than my grandma age n she pushin 90.....

Throwing parties weren't for the weak

but look where u are now

you only thought it was right since the loyl's birthday was in 2 days

Blackwell never knew how you could even spend bills like that when you weren't anywhere close to Victoria and Nathan's social class

you still came thru nonetheless after being accused of embezzlement which is most likely true

anything for Ms. Amber even if you end up in a orange jumpsuit and cuffs

she could read you like a book but she couldn't put her finger on what you were hiding

oh brother if u seen her face the night of her very own night

"HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYY RACHELLLLL" darn near all the cities that collectively make Oregon could've heard that

made many people wish their significant other did it for them on their birthday which most likely ended up with a break up..

the REAL meaning of "stuntin on these hoes"

everyone KNOWS who the birthday girl is

someone shares the same birthday and is currently in the birthday bash?????

sorry baby but u gon need 2 gtfo

yes u in fact did get firewalk to get on that stage and sing til their fingers get bloody and can't reach high notes anymore

just to prove how far you'd go for her and Chloe igz

you'd just be sitting in a corner booth with Vic sharing a blunt no wonder why but Rachel still had your attention in the most heart wrenching way

"God you're literally lovesick it's making me actually sick"

we all know she thinks it's absolutely adorable and if the lighting was better she'd snap a pic

maybe she did maybe not....

you'll both find out tomorrow on her insta page :3

after Victoria left and everyone seemed to calm down with drinks in their hands and swaying around.

you seen Rach coming right to you with pure fucking love written all over her face

too bad you were alr meeting her halfway like a moment in a corny movie

"I heard you're the mastermind behind all of this?"

She looked at every aspect of your face and examined your facial features under the bright red light shining upon everyone

"Only for you Rachel Amber"

That might've been the last straw for her to fully decide she wanted to get the hell outta Arcadia bay with you right now

She knew you could possibly end up behind bars before she could even wake up n brush her teeth

"Let's leave....tonight"

[ruewrote]

𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑎 𝑡𝑟𝑦.

PAIRING: chloe price x fem!reader WARNINGS: unrequited love, longing, no use of y/n, jealousy GENRE: angst SONG INSPIRATION: lacy by olivia rodrigo WORD COUNT: 485 REQUESTED: yes CHAPTERS: one, two.

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it wasn’t a lie that you and chloe were close.

everyone knew it. your parents, her mom, even the old regulars at the two whales diner would comment on how inseparable you were. weekends were always the same: you’d bring over snacks, your favorite action flicks, and, begrudgingly, a rom com or two. 

chloe groaned dramatically every time, but she never said no, not to you. she’d end up sitting shoulder to shoulder with you, tossing popcorn at the screen during the cringiest moments, her laughter loud enough to drown out the cheesiest dialogue.

joyce adored you. she’d always throw in an extra slice of pie whenever you and chloe dropped by the diner. “for my favourite troublemakers,” she’d tease, even as she pretended to scold you both for being too loud. and when joyce eventually did shoo you out, you’d end up at the lighthouse.

chloe would sprawl across the bench, her head in your lap, and you’d run your fingers through her hair as she rambled about anything and everything.

it was easy to love chloe. too easy.

but lately, loving her had started to feel like a weight you couldn’t carry. the almost kisses that lingered in the air, the way her arms felt around you during those lazy hugs, everything was too much. you wanted her, needed her, but not as the best friend she thought you were.

so, you pulled away

you drowned yourself in schoolwork, telling yourself it was for the best. that’s how you ended up working on a project with victoria chase of all people. it wasn’t intentional at first, but the more time you spent with her, the easier it was to forget about chloe, if only for a little while.

chloe noticed.

at first, it was little things. the texts you didn’t respond to, the excuses you made when she asked to hang out. she shrugged it off, figuring you were busy. but when days turned into weeks, the ache in her chest grew into something she couldn’t ignore.

she missed you. desperately.

your playlists still haunted her car rides, your hair ties were still scattered across her bedroom floor, and your scent clung to the pillow on her bed. you were everywhere, and yet nowhere at all.

and then there was her.

victoria chase.

chloe knew she shouldn’t have gone through your instagram, but she couldn’t help herself. what she found made her stomach churn, the sight of you with victoria, smiling, laughing. that same closeness that used to be hers.

it wasn’t fair.

what the hell did victoria have that she didn’t? was it the way she carried herself, all high heels and condescending smirks? did you like that? the idea of you spending late nights with her, hearing her laugh, watching her pamper her perfect blonde hair, it was unbearable.

jealousy swirled inside her, hot and volatile.

she wouldn’t stand for it.

part two: coming soon . . .

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Nathan falls hard onto his elbows, his softening cock resting right up against your clit. Gentle shushes come from his mouth while his right hand comes up to cradle your head. Your legs feel like melting Jell-o - your mind is even worse off.

I’ve never seen her more relaxed.

“You were such a good girl for me, baby, look at you all tired out,” Nathan coos softly, his free hand coming up to caress your red cheek. “I’ve never seen you so fuckin’ tired,” he chuckles out in amusement at your post-sex state. His cum and your slick stain the ridiculously high-thread-count sheets adorning the bed. “Yovuer goaneh soafht,” you mumble out, incoherently.

“What?” Nathan asks with his head tilting in confusion.

His bruised knuckles brush gently against your chin, causing your glazed-over eyes to meet his.

Your swollen cherry-red pout parts, quietly you try once more: “You’ve gone soft,”.

Nathan snorts softly and a slight smirk rests on his lips.

“I suppose, just a little damn bit,”.

Your head begins lulling to the side, resting your cheek on Nathan’s silk pillowcases. The soft scent of vanilla and traces of his expensive cologne fill your senses allowing you to breathe deeply. A feeling of deep relaxation flows through your body- the first time you’ve been relaxed since Nathan’s life first entangled with yours.

Nathan moves to get up- you whine quietly- allowing his fingers to brush gently over yours he promises quickly: “I’ll be back, don’t pull a muscle nerd,” amusement tinging his tone. Despite the childish grabby hands you’re making at him, Nathan pulls on a pair of boxers looking back at you with sparkling eyes. Slowly, you smile at him, a smile so innocent Nathan feels a layer of ice melting around his goddamn heart.

Reluctantly, he pulls away from you and begins padding into his bathroom. Quickly, he’s opening up the cabinets looking for some kind of soft cloth, panic setting in when he discovers he doesn’t remember at all where things are in this cursed house. Thoughts are running rampant in his head as minutes tick by: what if she thinks I don’t care, I shouldn’t have left her, fuck, she’s going to leave me.

His bruised hands yank a soft washcloth out of one of the cabinets, his other hand fumbling with the sink handles. Warm water flows out quickly while Nathan shoves the cloth underneath. After a few seconds, he’s bolting out of the bathroom and back to you.