#chloe price fluff

[valalice]

ﾒ taking the best naps in chloe's bed.

cw. fluff. fem!reader. established relationship. chloe is a tease. barely suggestive towards the end. not proofread.

the bed dips as chloe sits on the edge, the palm of her rubbing steady circles on your back. she thought the sensation would cause you to slip further into dreamland, but her warm palm on your clothed skin startled you awake.

eyes fluttering open, you think the blue haired girl in front of you to be apart of your dream, the silhouette of her figure blurred—wait, you don't remember falling asleep—are you even dreaming right now?—the blunt ends of chloe's nails rake along the length of your back, sending blots of shivers down your spine; you've got to be dreaming right now, or you've somehow passed and made it to heaven, because of course the perfect heaven is chloe price scratching your back.

"wakey wakey, sleepyhead." chloe teases, her voice hushed. almost as if she didn't want to shatter the hazy space you're in.

groaning you push your head further into your (chloe's) pillow. losing the battle and letting your eyes shut once more. "'m not sleeping." your words borderline incoherent with your face smushed into the pillow. chloe chuckles, feeling the bed dip further as chloe leans down closer to your face.

"didn't catch that." even with your eyes closed you can hear the smirk that's plastered on her face right now, her fingers now ghosting over your back, but pulls them back when she feels you shifting.

with a huff you push yourself off the pillow, not bothering to open your eyes. "i'm not sleeping." you reiterate, before flopping back down onto the plush cushion, getting comfortable once again.

chloe hums, "you sure about that? because whatever you were doing for the past few hours looked a lot like sleeping."

"i was resting my eyes." you answered matter-of-factly. when truthfully you don't remember falling asleep. you remember chloe picking you up to hang out, you remember the jingle of keys opening the door, the short stamped up the stairs, and laying on her bed, then everything just blanks. but, you cannot be blamed, ever since you've known chloe her bed has had some tight grip on you sending you straight to sleep; it's troubling whenever you want to spend any kind of time with chloe in her room and the moment she turns away from you, your body is limp as your consciousness drifts off to sleep; much like today.

"right, because sleeping and resting you eyes are completely two different things."

you're sick of your asshat of a girlfriend at this point, so you flip your body on to your back, making sure to huff to make your annoyance known; but not flipping over to lay on your other side because you're not that annoyed just yet. your actions cause chloe to fully shift into bed next to you on her side, propping her head on her hand as she stares at your "resting" figure. a nimble fingers coming to trace along the indents on your face caused from the pillow, the corner of her lips twitching upward; she wants to tease you for it, for sleeping so well in her bed, but she lets the warm content pool fill in her stomach that you feel safe enough with her to sleep this well in her bed.

a beat passes, and chloe's fingertips stay tracing along your features with a featherlight touch; around the perimeter of your face, over your eyebrows, down to your eyes and under them to swish pass your eyelashes and trace circles around your cheeks, up your nose and down its bridge, and to your lips where she payed extra attention to the shape of them, she knew them well. and she wanted to kiss them, kiss you, but decided against it, for now.

chloe's hand settles on your stomach. you don't know what compels you to flip into your original position, her warm hand following your shifts to lay on the small of your back, pushing your body closer to hers. you finally, and fully open your eyes, meeting chloe's, the blueness of her eyes still striking yet soft, like a watercolor painting. the hand on your back keeps pulling as close as humanly possible till your legs are intertwined.

you don't bother to prop your head on your hand like chloe, much preferring the comfort of your head against the pillow and not the potential ache of your wrist. "how long was i out for?" voice quiet and laced with a twinge of embarrassment, whisper like and preserved only for chloe to hear.

she twist her lips up, looking up towards the ceiling for a moment before her gaze settles back on you. "for a couple hours. it's gonna get dark soon, so if you still want to go out somewhere we can leave now." the hand on your back has now found its way beneath your shirt, the fabric bunched up just a bit to expose some of your stomach and the glimpse of chloe's hand and wrist, her thumb smoothing at your waist.

now it's your turn to momentarily think, embarrassment rushing back through your veins. embarrassed because you've lost the imaginary battle with chloe's bed, again, and embarrassed that also spoiled the plans the two of you had. "do you still want to do go out?" making her question whether you wanted to still do the activities planned up to her, it's only fair in your head. although, you know she doesn't care either way.

the soft glow of the sun setting illuminates chloe's features. and it's at this time that you realize her signature beanie doesn't reside on top of her head, you take this win and reach up to comb through her short locks with your fingers, pushing hair behind her head and her side band out of her face; she hates when you do it, but she doesn't do much to retaliate besides the spew of words she'd say, your just like to see her more, all of her. "not really," now it's her turn to be lulled, being tempted by the mistress of sleep. her eyes fluttering shut, savoring your touch, eyebrows knitting together, her face strained yet still calm; she remembers, engraves even, the feeling of your touch, your skin on hers, you, into her mind, just incase you slip through her fingers like liquid and all she has is the vibrant memories of you. "i picked up that movie you wanted to see. we could watch it?"

your lips curl into a smile. only chloe could make you annoyed one moment then the next make you want to smoother her in kisses. "that sounds nice." you agree, taking a piece of her hair and twirling it around your index finger. the blue suits her well, a little too well, but your mind often drifts to if scenarios of chloe's hair; if she decides to let her hair grow out ever again, if she lets the blue fade and eventually chop it off, if she randomly gets bored of it and decides to bleach and dye it another color. you don't care what she does her hair, you know she'll look hot with anything, you just hope you're there to see the changes.

in a swift movement chloe grasp onto your wrist, freeing the hair wrapped around your finger as she tugs slightly at you, she wants you up just as she is. and with a huff you prop yourself up on your arm angled behind your back, face to face with chloe. her hand drags down from your wrist to just above your elbow, pulling you close again till the tips of your noses meet. only then does open her eyes. "promise you won't fall asleep."

you groan, rolling your eyes. "i don't chose to fall asleep. the bed, your bed, it casts some kind of sleep spell on me." you argue with sincerity. chloe doesn't buy it, her eyes squinting and an eyebrow shooting up; she's not convinced.

this time she doesn't pull you into her. but instead she uses the grasp still on your arm to push it into the mattress, giving her enough leverage to slot a knee between your legs and hover above you, leaning down. "then i guess you better fight it off, 'cause the next time you fall asleep i'm waking you up with tickles." you bite back your growing smile and the bark of a smart remark that you'd much prefer to woken up another way.

[mwahbabe]

could you do more of loser!chloe eating readwr out? i need her so bad😞

pairing: chloe price x fem reader

mdni, smut, cunnilingus(r! recieving) loser!chloe, fluff+sweetness, sloppy makeout sesh.

a/n: ofc babe omg sorry this took so long aahh thankyou for requesting<3 i love my loser yearning girl sm

chloe had been staring at you pretty much all day. more than usual at least, she had also been a little extra touchy feely. wanting to hold your hand more, leaning her head on your shoulder, playing with your hair as you talked, her not so subtle glances at your cleavage also didn’t go unnoticed by you.

your voice, your smile, your laugh, the way you did.. practically anything she just was so smitten.

chloe was a very touchy person when it came to you, her walls came down and she could truly be herself, it was so freeing for her, she felt like she could breathe. you were truly her safe space. plus… you made her wetter than ever.

it was embarrassing really. how you would just look at her with those eyes of yours or if you would touch her casually, she was soaked. constantly an uncomfortably wet patch on her panties when she was around you.

chloe cursed to herself when you two were cuddling innocently, with her spooning you from behindx curled up in her bed, her mom and step-douche gone for the weekend, when you stretched, your back arching and arms above your head, your joints popping a little from the position you had been in her eyes focused on the way you gave a small moan and how your nipples poked through the shirt you wore, braless to her pleasure. “damn.” she spoke, her voice slightly rough from her earlier blunt. you relaxed your body and looked at her with sleepy eyes. “what?” you asked, tone laced with amusement. “you’re giving me a real nice view right now.” she said, her eyed raked over your body.

“yeah?” you smiled, turning to face her fully. seeing her pretty face, her hair a little deshelved, blue eyes looking at you with dilated pupils. “yup.” she agreed, leaning her head on your bare shoulder, placing kisses down your arm and then back up, earning little giggles from you, until she found your neck, the marks she had both recently and previously scattered down your neck and chest and tits, even your nipples. you wore proudly, she was obviously gonna give you more (duh.)

your giggles turn into breathy little moans as she starts getting more insistant, “chloe…” she hummed in response, the sound vibrating on your neck, your eyes close as she finds your sweet spot almost straight away. she knew you better than you knew your own body. “you’re really fuckin pretty.” her voice said next to your ear, that earned a giggle from you, her warm breath on your ear and how she was being. so cute.

“you saying that because you wanna get in my panties babe?” you teased. “maybe.” she chuckled pulling back to look at you, her arm above your head bracing herself over you.“but i mean it, you’re hella smokin babe.” you laughed again. “you’re pretty too chlo.”

she grinned and leaned down, her lips crashing against yours, she was always messy when she kissed you, but in a way that gave you butterflies all the way down. both your little noises filled the room as you kissed, chloes tongue invading your mouth and soon your tongues reacquainted. she almost forgot she and you needed air and pulled away as you gently pushed her away panting, both your heavy breaths fanning each others wet lips before she pulled you back in, like she couldn’t bare to be separated from you.

“damn babe…” you said after she released your lips from hers, she looked starving. her blue eyes pouty and her chest rising and falling. “can i… “ she asked, her head lowered as she kept her eyes on you, making your heartrate increase. you nod immediately, without any futher confirmation chloes arms move to cup your chest through the shirt as she kisses down yoru stomach, down your belly button, down your naval, and then her hands leave your chest to remove your bottoms and then with your help lifting you hips, removes your panties, once she sees your slick pussy she wastes no time in latching her lips onto your clit, in return getting a high pitched moan from you as your body jolts.

“ah.. oh god chloe…” your lips part as she parts you with her fingers and her tongue slides up and down your hole lapping up your arousal. “fuck yes…” you sit up, one arm supported you on the bed while your free hand slid into her freshly dyed hair, done by you of course.

chloes lips worked with her tongue, letting out grunts and moans into your cunt, her eyes didn’t even glance up as your fingers stroked through her hair, focused on pleasing you and only that. your juices leaked all down her chin as she messily ate your pretty pussy. her arms moved to hold you under your knees where your thigh met your knee, keeping you exactly where she wanted you.

“ah yeah.. ohh fuck.. right there baby.. mhm.. good girl..” your praise made her whimper against you. chloe would never admit how much she loved hearing you call her that. but it was obvious, each time she seemed to have a visible reaction, her breath hitching or her cheeks darkening embarrassingly.

her hands kept their firm grip on your thighs, her thumbs sure to leave bruises, she loved leaving whatever mark she could on you. not only letting others know but her way of assuring herself you were hers. “so good… just like that baby… mmhh…” your hums and moans of pleasure filled her ears, that and your praise egging her on even more to give you that sweet sweet release, all over her tongue.

this was her heaven. your taste and how you felt in her arms as well as knowing she was making you feel this good gave her a sense of pride and happiness that only you could provide. she was totally whipped.

her sloppy eating but steady and continuous rythym was driving you crazy and before you knew it your orgasm was right around the corner. “chloe.. mmh fuck yes,,yes yes.. baby yes.. gonna fucking cum..” but she already knew by how your pussy was clenching and your grip in her hair, plus the twitch of your thighs. she knew you in and out. literally.

her moans picked up as yours did, she was almost louder than you if she wasn’t buried in your cunt. “chloe! ahh! i can’t-“ you cried out as your body shuddered and your jaw went slack, heartbeat thumping as your orgasm crashed over you, it felt so warm and intense, your pussy creaming as chloe didn’t let up, lapping up your fluids of release. you rode it out, your heartbeat thumped so hard in your ears that you couldn’t even hear shit for a minute. once you came down you slowly blinked down at chloe, she was still lapping and sucking at you, clearly still in her own world.

“babe… chloe.. i’m done.” you laughed breathlessly as you rose your knee up sheilding your sensitive pussy from her mouth. “shit.. my bad babe.” she laughed with you as she pulled away looking up at you. wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. you exhaled a breath you hadn’t been able to and smiled at her. “you’re crazy.”

chloe smirked, giving your thigh a gentle pat. “crazy for you.”

“i love you.” you said with a half hearted eye roll and fond smile. she rose up to crawl over you kissing your cheek over and over as you giggled.

“you better.”

[ruewrote]

𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑.

PAIRING: chloe price x fem!reader WARNINGS: no use of y/n GENRE: angst, fluff SONG INSPIRATION: mind over matter by young the giant [reprise] WORD COUNT: 1.1k CHAPTERS: one, two, three

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the night was long, the kind that clung to her skin no matter how hard she tried to shake it off. she sat slouched on her bed, staring blankly at the glow of the laptop screen that she wasn’t even using. 

her room felt smaller than usual. the walls too close, the air too thin.

her mom’s words echoed in her head, each one a splinter burrowing deeper. “she always stayed. she cared about you. she still does.” chloe rubbed at her face, the hollow ache in her chest hard to ignore.

what did i do?

she didn’t mean to push you away, but she did. she always did. it was her defense mechanism after all. walls up, barbed wire, keep out. no one could hurt her if they couldn’t get close, right? 

but you, you had already slipped past everything. you’d gotten in, and now it was chloe who was left staring at the wreckage of her own making.

the memory of your voice haunted her.

“i’m sorry. i–i’ll leave you alone, chloe. i’ll stay out of your way.”

that was the last thing she wanted. she knew that now, the clarity was cruel as it tore through her. she paced around her room, her thoughts a tangled mess. every moment you spent together played in her mind on an endless loop.

your laugh, the way your hand always brushed hers when you walked side by side, the look in your eyes when you poured your heart out to her in the diner. that look. the way you completely broke in front of her. she had been so stunned she couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything except sit there and let you walk away.

and now you were gone.

chloe groaned, fists clenched tightly at her sides as she kicked at a pile of clothes on her floor, trying to calm the rising frustration.

“she’s not gone forever,” a small voice whispered in the back of her mind. “not yet.”

she wasn’t even sure if she deserved another chance. you’d bared your soul to her, and she’d let you shatter yourself against the silence she gave you in return. she didn’t know how to fix it, but she knew she had to try, even if it tore her apart.

the next morning, chloe showed up at your house before the sun had even fully risen, gravel crunching beneath her boots as she stood at the edge of your driveway, staring up at your window. she felt like an idiot. it was too early, and she didn’t even know what she was going to say, but she couldn’t wait any longer. 

her chest felt tight with the weight of the things she hadn’t said. the things she should’ve said in the diner.

her breath fogged in the cold morning air as she forced herself forward, feet dragging. when she finally knocked on your door, her heart was pounding so loudly she swore you’d hear it before you opened up.

seconds stretched into agonizing minutes until the door finally creaked open, and there you were. half-asleep, hair a mess, wearing an old hoodie of… hers. that only made chloe’s stomach twist harder.

your eyes widened when you saw her, surprise flickering quickly into something harsher. “chloe? what are you doing here?”

chloe tried to speak, but her throat felt like it had been stuffed with cotton. the words tangled on her tongue, choking her.

you sighed, gripping the edge of the door, clearly still hurt from the night before. “look, if you came to make me feel worse, don’t bother. i already know how stupid i was for saying anything.”

her chest tightened. “no.” the word came out rough and desperate, too loud in the quiet morning air. chloe winced, trying again, softer this time. “no. i’m the stupid one. i… i messed up.”

you crossed your arms, clearly skeptical. “why are you here, chloe?”

“tell her. just say it.” but the words didn’t come easily. chloe looked at you. really looked at you, seeing how tired you seemed, how guarded your expression had become. your eyes puffy from crying. she’d done that. she’d hurt you.

“because i’m scared,” chloe admitted finally, the words cracking as they came out. she forced herself to hold your gaze, even as her voice trembled. “i’m scared, okay? i’m scared of losing you. i’m scared of… of what you make me feel. and i’m scared because i’ve never wanted something this much before, and i don’t know how not to screw it up.”

you blinked, as if you weren’t sure that you’d heard her correctly. “chloe…”

“no, let me finish.” chloe’s voice broke, and her hands shook as she shoved them into her jacket pockets. “you’re the only person who’s ever really given a damn about me. and i’ve spent so long pushing people away because it’s easier to let them go first than to admit i care.” her voice softened, almost pleading. 

“but you… you’re different. you got under my skin. and now i can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

the air between you was thick and heavy with silence. when you didn’t say anything, her shoulders slumped, the fight draining from her.

“i… i’ll go,” she muttered, turning to leave.

“chloe, wait.” your voice was quiet, but it stopped her cold. she turned slowly, finding you staring at her with tears pooling in your eyes.

“you… you mean it?” you asked softly, your voice unsteady. “everything you just said?”

chloe swallowed hard, nodding. “yeah. of course… i mean it. every word.”

you looked at her for a long moment before stepping forward, closing the distance between you. “you’re such an idiot,” you whispered, and for a second, chloe’s heart sank. but then you reached out, your fingers curling into the fabric of her jacket, pulling her closer until your forehead rested against hers.

“you’re an idiot,” you repeated, your voice trembling. “but so am i, because i still want you, even after everything.”

chloe let out a shaky breath, her hands hesitantly moving to rest on your waist. “i’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “for pushing you away. for everything.”

you shook your head, closing your eyes. “just don’t do it again, okay? don’t shut me out like that.”

“i won’t,” chloe promised, her voice cracking. “i swear i won’t.”

for a moment, the two of you stood there, holding onto each other. the morning air was cold, but she didn’t feel it. all she could feel was you. your warmth, the steady rise and fall of your chest, the way you held onto her like you needed her just as much as she needed you.

finally, you pulled back just enough to look at her, your expression soft but still tinged with hurt. “you have a lot to make up for, price.”

chloe managed a small, crooked smile. “yeah. i know.”

you exhaled, your lips quirking faintly. “but you’re here. that’s a start.”

“i’m not going anywhere this time,” chloe whispered, so full of certainty.

“i promise.”

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[elektricvenus]

Rebel Hearts: An Unlikely Love

Pairing: Chloe Price x shy!reader

Rating: PG

Synopsis: you just moved to Arcadia Bay and Chloe is the first person you meet, time to see how this relationship grows….

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Author’s Note: with the news of a new game I haddddd to write something about our punk queen Chloe. It’s fluff and just two cuties falling in love

As Chloe Price sauntered down the streets of Arcadia Bay, her rebellious spirit on full display, she couldn't help but notice a newcomer. A shy and innocent woman who seemed uncertain in this unfamiliar town. Intrigued by the contrast, Chloe couldn't resist approaching her with a mischievous grin.

"Hey, newbie. Lost in the chaos of Arcadia Bay?" Chloe called out, her blue hair catching the sunlight.

The woman startled, her eyes widening as she glanced at Chloe. "Um, y-yeah. I just moved here, actually. I'm not sure where anything is..."

Chloe's smirk softened into a warm smile. She sensed a kindred spirit in this uncertain newcomer and decided that maybe, just maybe, she could be the friend Chloe had been longing for. She walked up to her, offering a hand.

"Well, welcome to Arcadia Bay. I'm Chloe Price, your guide to all things wild and unpredictable around here. Stick with me, and I'll make sure you survive this place in style."

Curiosity and a glimmer of hope shone in the woman's eyes as she shook Chloe's hand and introduced herself. "It's... nice to meet you, Chloe. Thanks for offering to show me around."

And so, an unlikely friendship began to form between them. Chloe introduced her to the hidden gems of Arcadia Bay, from the cliffside views at the lighthouse to the mysteries lurking within Blackwell Academy. As they spent time together, their friendship deepened, their laughter filling the air as they navigated the ups and downs of this small coastal town.

But, as time passed, Chloe started to notice a flutter in her chest whenever she was around her. It was more than friendship, more than camaraderie—it was a blossoming attraction that she hadn't anticipated. The way her innocence and kind-heartedness brought out a softer side of Chloe made her realize that there was something deeper than their friendship.

One evening, as they sat on Chloe's truck, overlooking the beach, the sun painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, Chloe couldn't keep her feelings hidden any longer. Taking a deep breath, she turned and spoke…her voice laced with vulnerability.

"there's something I need to tell you. This friendship we have, it's... it's not enough for me anymore. Being around you, it's like finding a missing part of myself," Chloe confessed, her voice tinged with a mix of fear and longing.

The woman’s eyes widened, her gaze shifting between Chloe's face and the crashing waves. She spoke softly, uncertainty framing her words. "Chloe... I feel that too. This connection we share, it's unique. I... I think I'm falling for you."

In that moment, the air seemed to shift, their unspoken desire hanging heavily between them. Chloe cupped her cheek, drawing her closer until their lips finally met in a tender, hesitant kiss. It was a moment of realization, of two souls finding solace and love in each other's arms.

From that day on, their friendship bloomed into a beautiful, unexpected relationship. They faced the challenges of Arcadia Bay hand-in-hand, each providing strength and support to the other as they navigated the storms that threatened to tear their lives apart.

In the midst of chaos and uncertainty, They discovered a love that surpassed their wildest dreams. Together, they brought light to the darkness, finding solace and refuge in the arms of someone who understood them like no one else could. Their once unlikely friendship had transformed into a powerful and passionate love story, proving that sometimes the deepest connections come from the most unexpected places.

[slut4megantheestallion]

Since there's a lack of chloe Price x reader content, I've been currently working on my own. Since she's my fav character, I was thinking about posting these and which one y'all like better, I'm working on other characters besides chloe when I get the chance but here's what I'm working on so far, also I'm working on more content for Rachel amber because there's a lack of content for her.

[l0lita-luv]

PLEASE WRITE FOR CHLOE PRICE I NEVER SEE ANYYYY SHIT FOR HER OMG PLEASE I'M OBSESSED I NEED HER PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

Omg anon…I love you!! Honestly I feel the same way, I’ve been searching seas for more fics abt her, but I am thinking about writing more Chloe content so stay tuned!!

Minors and men dni!!

Protective

Fluff!!+Smut…

Protective!Chloe x Fem!reader

Warnings! Reader is describes wearing a skirt, smut!! Dom!Chloe, Sub!Reader, super kinky, use of strap r!receiving, oral r!receiving, pussy slapping r!receiving, degrading, slapping kink, kinda breeding king, overall Chloe being rough, use of y/n like once, being sweet Torwardsthe end.

a/n- Chloe Price supremacy.(decided to spoil u guys today)

All chloe wanted to do was to take you to the skate park to show you some stuff she had learned, not for people especially guys to hit on you!

“You’re doing great Chlo!” You cheer on your girlfriend who has been showing off some of her new skills. Chloe gives you a cheeky smile slightly blushing at your comment.

“Hey, you look really nice you know?” A male voice coming up from behind, “Oh uh thanks!” You stay stumbling over your words, this was foreign for you, since you and Chloe started dating, nobody even dared to make a move on you. Chloe noticed and darted arrows at the man.

You look over to Chloe, the guy next to you noticing, “Is that you friend?” He asks, “No, I’m her girlfriend.” Chloe replies now next to you, her hand snaking to your waist holding you close. “Oh sorry man I didn’t know!” The man quickly responds clearly afraid.

Chloe just stares until he jogs away into his car. “Gosh that was hot” You whisper to Chloe, receiving a smirk in return.

The whole car ride back home was pure torture, Chloe adding onto it by putting her hand on your thigh.

As soon as the door shut, Chloe was quick to pull you into a messy make out session. “I can’t wait any longer…” Chloe growls into your ear, whimpering at her words. She was quick to push you into your shared bedroom blindly reaching for something you couldn’t quite see.

Before you knew it, she had ripped your skirt off of you, admiring the panties you chose, “My favorite pair…” she whispers tugging them down with her teeth making you let out a whiny, “Chloe…”. You were too busy taking of your shirt to notice her attaching the harness over her hips. Not even noticing until you felt it against your core.

“You loved the attention didn’t you?” Chloe spits slapping your cunt, “No!” You manage to get out whimpering Chloe snickering at your position. “Do you deserve to get fucked?” She asks you in a low voice, you were quick to nod but receiving a slap over your face moaning, “Fuckin’ pathetic.” She growled out.

Letting out soft whines as you felt her kiss your clit, licking a long stripe between your fold making you moan, the way her tongue swirled and lapped around your soaked core made you writhe and moan out her name, “Chloe!’ You chanted searching for your release, Chloe knew you were close. “Hold it baby”.

“I’m need to cum!” You shriek but Chloe pulling away making you let out a defeated gasp giving her a pout. “Don’t look at me like that, you can take it baby.” The blue haired girl said as she slowly pushed her cock into you making you let out a choked moan.

Her hands holding your hips as your nails dug into her back, her place being steady but rough making you writhe, “Harder…” You whispered afraid at the pace she was going to go at, the last time you asked her to go faster, you couldn’t walk for almost a week.

“Harder you say?” Chloe cocks her head at you speeding up her pace immediately making you scream. You thought she was at her limit but no, if it was even possible, she sped up even quicker pushing her dick farther into you making you scream out her name. “Yeahh take this dick.” She whispered in your ear kissing you sloppily your moans going into her mouth.

You were an absolute mess, your hair all messed up and eyes glossy, your eyes barely even being able to stay open. “Keep your eyes open baby you can do it.” She says in a mean tone, a harsh slap across your face making you moan.

“Please Chloe let me cum!” You squeal scratching her back, “Go ahead baby, you deserve it.” She whispers her tone becoming more sweet as you come undone all over her strap, “Yeah baby, fucking a baby into you huh?” She says her hips still moving inside of you making you whimper.

Pulling out, she kisses you sweetly, “I love you Chlo…’ you whisper tiredly, “Love you more y/n/n, Chloe responds caressing your waist as the two of you drift off to sleep.

[casualwriters]

Summary: Nathan comes to the one person beside Victoria he trusts, and you, when he has a mental breakdown,  are there to calm him down. 

Warnings ⚠️ Spoilers for LIS, mental breakdowns, underage smoking , Marijuana.

pairing ~ Nathan Prescott x poc fem reader

A/n ~ I love writing this side of Nathan just so adorable had fun doing this small fic.

Finally Having a day off, you were stuck in your dorm, leaning back against the pillow, sighing, and going through some of the pictures. This was hard, but some of them were okay. and you been into

photography, for a while and most of the pictures were of Nathan and some of Victoria; both of them were photogenic and good, so why not use Victoria for that? Picking up one of the pictures, a smile came onto your face and than there was one of you but would that really work.

Standing in front of Nathan in full swing was one of the Vortex parties. Clearly, both of you were waisted or on something. His head was nuzzled into your neck and kissing your skin, and both of you were smiling and happy. 

Grabbing the lighter, holding the bong in your hand, and taking a hit, the sound of bubbles and the smoke envading your lungs Blowing the smoke into the air, you saw the door open. "Nate?" you asked, setting the bong on the ground. Standing up, you saw him walk in. He looked furious. "Hey," he said. You could tell he was just trying to keep his cool. You wanted to walk over and just give him a huge hug, but you knew better. 

"Fucking Max!" He raised his voice, making you sit down on your bed. You were just here to listen. "She has to put her fucking noise in everything," he said, pushing off from the door frame he was leaning on and walking forward. It looked like he was going to cry, but he never cried. "Nate, come here," you said, stepping up from your bed and walking closer. If any normal person had even tried to talk to him, he would have flipped and gone crazy. "Y/n, I can't do this anymore," he said, his voice stern and his face growing red and in tears, but you could tell it was deeper than that not just about Max Mabye, his dad? 

Nathan pulled away. His eyes were red and puffy from crying into your shoulder; he looked like he was a mess. He was finally breaking down and showing the people, and you turned around to see him looking at the pictures. that were on your bed, you could see the small smile on his face when he walked to your bed and picked up one of the pictures. It was you. Sitting in your dorm room, Christmas lights were over your skin, and the light was dark, but there was some light in the middle. You were posing while sitting, and your back was turned to the camera. "This one," he waved to you. His face was still sad, and anger was in his eyes. "Mr. Jefferson would have to pick this one." 

You sat down on the bed, and Nathan followed. He did not mind having his eyes closed, and some tears were falling down. Wrapping him in a hug, you kissed his head, and Nathan looked down at the picture. "You are beautiful; you know that, right?" It was rare. Nathan was never really verbal with his feelings and never had his guard down, but it was refreshing to see it. 

Holding Nathan, he was laying his head on your chest. Hearing your heart beat and chuckling a little, you nodded. "You told me before," you said, and Nathan chuckled, rolling his eyes. "Don't forget it, Princess," he says. 

[blingblong55]

Ptsd and comfort- 141

Based on a request: Have a great one! Reader comforting various members of 141 when they have PTSD nightmares! If this ask is late, can you save it for later? ---- GN!Reader, established!relationship?, comfort ---- A/N: this is me finding old requests that Tumblr ate and I found not too long ago. Sorry for barely writing this

Kyle’s nightmares usually stem from missions gone wrong or moments where he felt utterly powerless. He wakes up with a sharp inhale, his chest heaving as he struggles to reorient himself. The darkness of the room often feels suffocating, amplifying the panic clawing at his chest. His breaths come fast and shallow, his mind racing with fragmented images he wishes he could forget. It’s in these moments that your presence becomes his anchor.

You wake at the sound of his distress, immediately turning to him. Softly, you call his name, your voice a steady beacon cutting through the haze of his fear. Moving closer, you reach out with gentle caution, offering a comforting touch if he needs it. Kyle hesitates at first, his body trembling as he fights to ground himself. But then, he leans into you, his head bowing as he takes a shaky breath, letting your warmth and calm presence begin to soothe him.

You murmur quiet reassurances, your tone steady and soothing. “It’s all right, Kyle. You’re here. You’re safe.” Slowly, his breathing steadies, the tension in his shoulders easing as he clings to your words. When he’s ready, you encourage him to talk, not about the details of the nightmare if he doesn’t want to, but about the feelings that linger. Sometimes, he’ll offer a small smile, grateful for how you make him feel seen and supported. He whispers a soft “thank you” before lying down, his hand finding yours in a quiet gesture of gratitude as he drifts back to sleep with you by his side.

-Soap-

Johnny’s nightmares are often loud and visceral, pulling him violently from sleep. He wakes up gasping for air, his chest heaving as though he’s just sprinted miles. Disoriented, his hands grip the sheets tightly as if anchoring himself to something solid amidst the chaos in his mind. The echoes of explosions and screams linger in his ears, leaving him visibly shaken and on edge.

You’re by his side in an instant, sitting beside him and placing a steady hand on his shoulder. “Johnny,” you say softly, your voice a balm to his frayed nerves. “You’re here. You’re safe.” He turns to you, his wide eyes slowly focusing on your face as your words cut through the fog. For a moment, he’s still, but then he nods, his breaths gradually slowing as he leans into your touch.

Once the panic subsides, he tries to laugh it off, his voice shaky as he mutters something self-deprecating about being “a grown man scared of shadows.” But you don’t let him dismiss his feelings. “It’s okay to feel this way,” you assure him, your tone firm yet kind. He looks at you, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his face, and then he relaxes, letting you stay close. He leans against you, his head resting on your shoulder as your presence helps to calm the storm within him. The quiet comfort you offer means the world to him, even if he struggles to understand it.

-Ghost-

Simon’s nightmares are different—silent but no less intense. He wakes up in a cold sweat, his breaths shallow and uneven as his mind wrestles with the ghosts of his past. His hands clenched tightly into fists, his body rigid as though bracing for an attack that wasn’t coming. The haunted look in his eyes when he wakes says more than words ever could, a glimpse into the pain he rarely allows himself to show.

You approach carefully, respecting his space while making it clear you’re there for him. Sitting nearby, you offer quiet reassurance, your voice soft and steady. “Simon, it’s me. You’re safe.” He doesn’t respond immediately, his shoulders still taut with tension. But as the moments pass, your calm presence begins to reach him. He exhales slowly, his fists unclenching as he takes a deep, shaky breath.

Simon rarely talks about his nightmares, but he doesn’t push you away either. Instead, he allows you to sit with him in silence, your unwavering support enough to remind him he’s not alone. Eventually, he glances at you, his eyes softer now, and murmurs a quiet “thanks.” It’s a rare display of vulnerability, one you don’t take lightly. You stay with him until he lies back down, his hand brushing against yours in a fleeting but meaningful gesture. He doesn’t say much, but the way he relaxes with you there speaks volumes.

-Price- 

John’s nightmares are rooted in the weight of leadership, the unrelenting guilt of decisions that cost lives and missions where he couldn’t protect his team. He wakes up with a low groan, running a hand down his face as he sits up, the memories replaying in his mind like a relentless film reel. The heaviness in his chest is palpable, his broad shoulders slumping under the burden of it all.

You’re there immediately, sitting beside him and placing a reassuring hand on his back. “John,” you say softly, your voice filled with warmth and understanding. “You did what you could. You’ve done more than enough.” He doesn’t respond right away, his jaw clenched as he struggles to believe your words. But your presence is grounding, a steady reminder that he doesn’t have to carry the weight alone.

Eventually, he begins to talk, his voice low and rough as he shares fragments of the burden he carries. You listen intently, offering quiet reassurances that his efforts matter, that he’s done more good than he realises. When he finally falls silent, he lets out a heavy sigh, the tension in his frame easing slightly. He pulls you close then, his grip firm but filled with unspoken gratitude. With you by his side, the weight feels just a little lighter, and for the first time that night, he allows himself to rest.

A/N: tagging the one pookie who waited months for this one <3

Tags: @samanthamarkle92

[meshla-cyarika]

Sleeping hcs

🦋 Okay, I'm telling you now, this man sleeps like a rock any other time he's asleep, but when he's with you all you have to do is ruffle the bed covers a little too much and he's awake, thinking you're going to leave him like everyone else has done. You can thank his dad for that.

🦋 He has to sleep holding onto you in someway. Whether it's grabbing onto your arm or keeping your legs entangled with his. Oh, and if you try and squirm out of his hold, he'll just hold on tighter.

🦋 When it comes to sleeping positions, he'll never admit it but his favourite is just tucking his face into the crook of your neck with your arms around him. He's always the little spoon aswell. Despite this, he won't hesitate to hold you instead if you need some comforting aswell.

🦋 He doesn't move alot in his sleep, just occasionally turning around to lay on his other side and his hands manage to grasp you subconsciously.

🦋 Probably the worst thing about having to sleep with Nathan is that he has a fucked up sleep schedule. Like, you'll wake up at five in the morning and find him smoking out of his dorm's window. But then, they'll be times where he doesn't wake up till eleven in the morning. Please, get this man's sleep schedule sorted out. #sendhelp 😭

[crushh-existz]

Masterlist ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

ꕥ: Angst 𐦍༘⋆: Fluff. ◡̈: Hurt & Comfort

The Last of Us

Series:

Back At The Station 𐦍༘⋆ ellie x reader - modern AU (Coming Soon!)

Hot & Heavy ꕥ 𐦍༘

Headcanons:

Streamer!Ellie HCs𐦍༘⋆

Oneshots:

The Recital 𐦍༘⋆ ellie x reader - modern AU (Coming Soon!)

Blurbs:

Arcane

Series:

Headcanons:

Oneshots:

Blurbs:

Violet & Powder (ꕥ)

Life is Strange

Series:

Headcanons:

Oneshots:

Blurbs:

More to be added 💕

[xnarlie-starlightx]

Created: HajusCZ from DeviantArt

“What would it take to convince you?”

[mwahbabe]

chloe with a sleepy!gf<3

pairing: chloe price x fem reader

mdni, fluff, slight nsfw, chloe’s a sweetie<3

☁️ you’re both sleepy gfs.

☁️ chloe is always down for a nap. this girl loves her sleep especially after a smoke sesh. and after she’s fucked you silly

☁️ both of you call each other and ask if you can come over and sleep.

☁️ CUDDLES CUDDLES CUDDLES

☁️ she’s both terrible and amazing to sleep with. Will roll over you and smother you, trapping you in her arms like a teddy bear. You’ll never be cold with her.

☁️ will always complain about how you stole all the blankets.

☁️ usually always the big spoon. likes having you close to her at all times, it makes her feel comforted and safe. your scent and the way your body feels against hers.

☁️ the type of girl to drape her leg over your hip.

☁️ invites you over to nap with her.

☁️ likes to feel wanted when you’re cuddling her especially if you’re suffuciantly shorter than her

☁️ loves when you fall asleep in her arms.

☁️ doesn’t mind at all when you fall asleep on her. likes to feel wanted. chloe loves when you fall asleep in her arms, when you two are watching tv, or she’s rolling up or driving, your face pressed against her shoulder and your body against hers, makes her all the more protective of you, seeing you in that vulnerable state.

☁️ never ever gets mad when you don’t reply to her messages or calls, since.. well she’s definitely not replying to yours either for the same reason. Both of you sleep through each others calls or texts.

☁️ will take pictures or selfies of you two while you’re napping.

☁️ both of you love your sleep ins, you’ll never have to worry about her waking you up when you don’t have work/school since she will pull you in and want snuggles until she decides you can get up.

☁️ getting up to pee with her is a pain in the ass, since her clingy ass always has to have you in arms reach.

☁️ If you wear a bonnet to sleep she loves pressing her face up against the back of your head against the silk fabric, a lot of times she drools on it in her sleep, gross.

☁️ will also plant little kisses on your exposed neck and shoulders, she has a thing for necks and seeing your neck and or shoulders exposed like that, no hair in the way for kisses or bites.

☁️ loves to rest her hand on your titties, its comforting according to her.

☁️ acts of service from her include rubbing your back softly or playing with your hair as you’re falling asleep.

☁️ both hers and your sheets and blankets are always messed up, especially with the way chloe tosses and turns in the night.

☁️ you two always get breakfast no matter how late yall wake up.

☁️ “we’re sleeping in right?” “yup”

☁️ always teases you if she wakes up first and sees your top is twisted round or if your mouth was open during your sleep.

☁️ sleeping next to you helps ease her nightmares.

☁️ overall her favourite activity is cuddling and napping with you.

[bambinella]

Cars, paint and best friends

Summary: Chloe asks Max to help her paint a car, and shortly after best-friend-shenanigans unfold

Warnings: Da fluff

Word Count: 2354

“Hey Perry, is Chloe here? She asked me to come over,” Max smiled at the owner of the garage as she stepped through the open gate, looking around to see if she could find her blue haired friend.

“Oh hey Max, Chloe’s working in the back,” He said, pointing in the direction with his thumb. “She’s probably listening to music while working, so she might not hear you coming,” He added as Max walked past him. She could swear she heard him mumble “these punks always showing up at closing time, this is nice for a change” under his breath, which made her smile. Still, Chloe had invited her, which made her vip and allowed to show up whenever, closing time or not.

“Thanks Perry!” The brunette said as she went to the back, spotting Chloe not long after. She was laying on her back on one of those… she didn’t even know what to call it. Metal plank on wheels so you could work under a car? Cool looking skateboard? Anyways, she’d found Chloe. As she got closer, she could hear Chloe hum along to whatever song she was listening to, meaning she hadn’t heard or seen her approach yet. Perfect. Max grinned and kneeled down next to Chloe, reaching out to wiggle her nails across her stomach.

“AahaHA– ow! Hey!” Chloe let a surprised laugh, before bumping her head against the underside of the car. Moments later she rolled from underneath it, rubbing her forehead while frowning. When she saw Max, however, the frown immediately dissipated and changed into a playful glare.

“Oh hey there, come here often?” Max teased, still kneeling down next to her best friend.

“Should’ve known it was you, nobody else has the guts to interrupt me when I’m working or listening to music. How dare you.” Chloe grinned, reaching out to wipe her greased thumb over Max’ nose as revenge. Max froze for a split second at how familiar it felt, yet snapped out of it just as fast. She leaned backwards with a giggle and rubbed it off with the back of her hand.

“How very mean. Anyways, you called for me?” Max asked. Chloe nodded, standing up as she dusted herself off.

“Yeah, there’s something I wanted to ask you,” She said, walking over to what looked to be a mini camper. Max raised her eyebrows.

“Chloe, I may be Super Max but you do realize I have zero knowledge when it comes to fixing or reviving cars, right?” She asked with a smile. Chloe let out a laugh.

“Haha, very funny. Don’t you worry about that Max, that’s not why you’re here. I’ve been working on Gladys after working hours for a while now, slowly getting her back into shape, and I’m proud to announce–” Chloe explained with a chuckle, only to be interrupted by Max’ giggle.

“You named the car Gladys? What are you, five?” Max teased, earning herself a playful push to her shoulder.

“Disrespect Gladys again and I might run you over with her,” Chloe threatened with a smirk, before looking back at the car. “Anyways, I’m proud to announce that she’s finally up and running! Well, driving. I wanted her to be ready as soon as possible, because I have a genius plan,” She added, officially making Max curious.

“Okay, I’ll bite. What’s the genius plan?” She asked, to which Chloe grinned brightly. Max knew exactly how badly Chloe wanted to talk about it, she’d never been good at keeping secrets when she was excited. She really was still a kid at heart.

“Okay I’ll tell you, if you promise not to tell Rachel. I want to keep it a secret until it’s fully done,” Chloe said, raising a brow at Max. “Promise?”

“I promise,” Max said with a nod as she held up her hands. She could tell that this, whatever this was, was very important to Chloe, so of course she’d never ruin it. Chloe smirked and held out her pinky, and a nostalgic wave rushed over Max as she shook it with her own.

“Okay! I call it Chloe’s Crazy Plan. I made a deal with Perry a while ago, and after some bargaining I was allowed to fix and use the camper for personal use, if I return the car once I no longer need it. I don’t want to be separated from Rachel for half a year when she goes on her tour, so I figured the simple solution was to not let her go alone. But to do that, I needed transportation, so here we are. And I was gonna ask you, Max, if you’d be willing to help me decorate her? Give her a nice layer of paint?” Chloe asked. Max didn’t answer, however, as she was stunned at the news. Chloe and Rachel were both leaving for half a year? So she was going to be alone again? Was she losing Chloe in this reality too? She was pulled out of her train of thoughts as she felt a hand being placed on her shoulder, looking into Chloe’s eyes.

“Ah– sorry, I was lost in my thoughts for a moment,” Max said, and Chloe could tell something was bothering her. She frowned.

“Are you okay, Max?” She asked, and Max held her breath for a moment as she considered her options, before deciding to tell the truth. She was tired of lying.

“Yeah it’s just… I was mentally preparing myself to say goodbye to Rachel for half a year, but with you both gone it’s gonna be real quiet at the house, and lonely.” She admitted with a sad expression. Chloe immediately realized what Max meant and mentally cursed at herself for phrasing it wrong. She placed her other hand on Max’ shoulder to make her look at her.

“Max, I hope you realize that you were being included in this road trip, you big idiot. I mean, it’s your choice in the end if you want to come along, but don’t think for a second I was going to leave you behind just like that. I’m sure Rachel would love for you to come on this trip as well,” Chloe said with a warm smile, and Max felt the uneasy feeling in her stomach disappear. She really didn’t want to be separated from Chloe again, no matter what reality she was in.

“I’d love to come along with you. And honestly, I’ve been wanting to take pictures again lately, so I think this would be the perfect opportunity,” Max smiled, making Chloe roll her eyes with a chuckle.

“There’s the Max I know. We’re talking roadtrip and the first thing on her mind is her camera,” She teased, ruffling Max’ hair. The shorter woman shook her head free with a laugh.

“Mess up my hair again and I’m stealing your hat,” She playfully threatened, putting her hands on her hips. The taller woman smirked at her.

“You’re cute. So, do you wanna help me paint Gladys?” Chloe asked again. Max didn’t hesitate this time and immediately nodded, a grin decorating her face.

“Hell yeah! Let’s get started,” Max said, eagerly dropping her bag to the side as she rolled up her sleeves.

“Maaaaax, while I love your enthusiasm, you’re not painting in those clothes,” Her best friend said with a smile, pointing at her everyday clothing. Oh right. “I hope you brought extra that are allowed to get dirty, like I asked you?” Chloe asked. Max nodded, gently kicking the bag with her foot.

“It makes a whole lot more sense now why I had to bring them in the first place. I’ll be back in a second!” She said, taking her spare shirt and pants out of the bag.

“Sure, I’ll get everything ready!” Chloe smirked, getting the brushes and different pots of paint. She was so ready to do this with her best friend. When Max returned with the proper clothing – tank top and shorts – they wasted no time and started painting the camper, both of them very focused for once. There was a comfortable silence between the two as they worked together, with some music in the background to hum along to. It really made Max think of home, with how natural this felt, and it made her smile. She was the one to eventually break the silence after nearly an hour of painting.

“So, how exactly are we going to explain the clothes covered in paint to Rachel when she finds them in the laundry?” She asked with a raised brow, pointing at both her and Chloe. They were covered in many layers of paint already.

“No need to worry, I got that covered too. I asked Pixie, and she’ll help us take care of paint-covered-clothing at her place, if necessary,” She explained with a grin, looking really happy with herself.

“Wowser look at you, actually using your single brain cell for once! I’m so proud,” Max teased, unable to hold back a laugh as Chloe looked at her with an open jaw.

“Rude! I’ll have you know that I have at least five brain cells now!” She shot back, making Max laugh a little louder. In all honesty, she loved moments like these where she could just goof around with Chloe without a care in the world.

“But of course. Also, you missed a spot,” She smirked, pointing over towards the part Chloe had been painting. When Chloe looked at it, Max used the opportunity to drag her own brush over Chloe’s forearm, covering it in a fresh layer of paint. Chloe gaped at her again in disbelief.

“Oh you woke up and chose violence today, huh?!” She grinned, standing up to loom over her shorter friend. Just like every single time Max decided to playfully torment Chloe, she immediately regretted it afterwards as she looked at the mischievous grin.

“W-wait hold on, I’m sorry!” Max said with a nervous giggle, holding up her hands in front of her. Chloe didn’t feel like showing mercy and pinned Max on her back in a matter of seconds, holding both of her wrists in one hand over her head.

“Oh you’re not sorry, yet!” Chloe promised while wiggling her eyebrows, using her free hand to start painting swirls and circles on Max’ biceps. The brunette immediately started giggling loudly, realizing she’d forgotten one crucial detail about paintbrushes: they tickled. Maybe not the bigger one she’d chosen, but the smaller one Chloe had been using for details definitely did.

“No wait! No that tickles! Stohohohop!” Max playfully whined, her eyes shooting wide open as she realized the paintbrush was moving lower and lower, towards her armpit. Chloe only grinned evilly.

“Max, are you ever going to learn that you can’t win against me?” She teased, sweeping the brush side to side in her bare underarm. Max shrieked and giggled hysterically right away, trying hard to bring her arms down. Not only was this going to be a pain(t) in the butt to remove, but it tickled so bad!

“Nohohoho!! Chloehehe noohohoho! AAAHHAH NOT THEHEHERE!” Max shrieked with laughter when Chloe kept tickling under her arm, knowing it was one of her weakspots. She kicked her legs and tried to buck her hips, but her best friend easily kept her stuck.

“Still so ticklish, huh? Not there? Then where? Maybe here?” Chloe grinned teasingly, moving the tool towards her neck and collarbones. Max closed her eyes shut and laughed her heart out while shaking her head side to side. And Chloe couldn’t help but smile brightly as she watched her laugh.

“Chloehehe pleehehehease! You’re killing meeehehehehe!” Max wheezed, a blush decorating her cheeks as she kept laughing. The brunette struggled against the hold until she finally managed to free one arm from Chloe’s grip, immediately using the opportunity to squeeze her friend’s side. Chloe barked out a laugh and jerked to the side, temporarily ceasing her attack to curl in on herself. And those few seconds were exactly what Max needed to reverse the roles. After rolling around for a bit she sat down on Chloe’s waist, digging her nails into her ribs.

“SHIT! Max dohohohon’t! Oh fuhuhuhuck!” She giggled, instinctively slamming her arms to her sides. Max’ victory was short-lived however as Chloe decided to fight back, moving her hands forward to wiggle her nails against Max’ sides.

“Wait no! Nohohohoho!” The brunette immediately doubled over, grabbing Chloe's wrists as she barely stopped herself from rolling off of her friend. In the end, she was still way more ticklish than Chloe, and they both knew that fact.

“Oh Maaaaax, you better give up!” She grinned, slowly and teasingly moving her hands under Max’ shirt, clawing her nails against her bare stomach moments later. Max instantly caved and curled into a giggling ball, rolling off of Chloe to her side. Chloe easily followed her and bear-hugged her from behind, while continuing to wiggle her nails against Max’ stomach.

“Nohohohohoo! CHLOE plehehehehease! I gihihihive!!” Max squealed with laughter, kicking her legs wildly as she pulled at Chloe’s arms to try and remove them from the ticklish area. Chloe stopped with a wide grin, sitting up to look at the giggling pile that was her best friend.

“That’s what you get for being a brat. Truce?” She asked, holding out her hand. Max didn’t hesitate for a second and shook it.

“Truce. But man, do you have to use tickling every single time you want to beat me in something?” She playfully whined, still looking breathless.

“Never change a winning strategy. Besides, I know you love it,” Chloe shrugged with a smile, booping her nose. Max blushed again. It seemed Chloe knew her that well here too.

“No comment,” She mumbled, yet couldn’t help but grin. Chloe playfully punched her shoulder, before looking at the setting sun.

“It’s getting late, we should head back home so we can wash off the paint before Rachel sees us. Wanna help me again tomorrow?” Chloe asked, standing up before offering her a hand. Max grabbed it and stood up with a smile.

“Definitely.”

[hangesfavles]

idk what the fanfic meta is ngl 😞

[slut4megantheestallion]

"Blue hair"

Summary: Moving to a new town sucks, not having any friends, being alone and feeling like you don't belong, until you caught the eye of a blue haired girl who made you change your mind about Arcadia Bay.

Warning: reader is shy, Chloe being chloe, fluff, fem!reader,

Pairing = Chloe price x fem!reader

A/n: idk but this song just reminds me of chloe so much for some reason lol.

The move to Arcadia Bay wasn't your idea. It was your parents' decision to move and look for 'A slower pace of life' they call it. they said it would be good for everyone without even asking you what you wanted or think without even giving you a chance. It was all bullshit, of course. You had to leave all your friends behind, nostalgic memories, your school, and everyone familiar behind to move to a rainy, sleepy town felt like a punishment.

Your new house was small but cozy, perched on a hill that overlooked the bay. It had a nice view, you had to admit, but it just doesn't feel like home to you. Nothing did. You spent the first few days unpacking boxes and trying not to think about the inevitable first day at your new school at Blackwell Academy.

Blackwell Academy wasn't exactly welcoming on your first day there. The students here seemed to have their own cliques firmly established. You were just an outsider. As you pass through the crowded hallway, clutching on to your schedule like a lifeline, you feel invisible. People barely glanced at you, their conversations flowing seamlessly around your presence.

Lunchtime was the worst. The cafeteria was loud and chaotic, full of laughter and chatter that didn't include you. You tried to interact with people, but they just looked at you weird or barely even acknowledged your existence. After grabbing a tray of food, you found an empty table in the farthest corner and sat down, keeping your head low. You ate quickly, pretending to scroll through your phone to avoid looking up and to pass time so you can go home.

By the end of the day, you were exhausted - not just from classes, but from the sheer effort of existing in a place that you didn't belong. As the final bell rang, you took your time packing up, hoping to avoid the rush of students leaving for the day.

Stepping outside, you were greeted by a light drizzle of rain, the kind that clung to your skin and made everything feel heavier. You zipped up your jacket and adjusted your bag, mentally preparing for the walk home, until you heard a voice behind you.

"Hey, new kid." The voice startled you. You turned around to see a girl with eccentric blue hair against the wall near the entrance, a cigarette dangling from her fingers. She wore ripped jeans, a leather jacket, and a smirk that seemed permanently etched onto her face.

"Uh, hi." You said hesitantly, not knowing what to say and how to act.

"You look like you're about to have a meltdown." She said, pushing off the wall and strolling towards you. "Rough first day?"

You shrugged. "I guess."

She stopped a few feet away, tilting her head as she studied you, making you a bit uncomfortable. "You don't talk much, do you?"

"Not really." You admitted, feeling self- conscious under her gaze

"Well, lucky for you, I'm a talker." She said, grinning. "I'm Chloe. Chloe Price." She held out a hand, and you shook it cautiously. Her grip was firm but not aggressive, and her confidence both intimidated and oddly comforted.

"What your name?" Chloe asked curiously, taking another drag from the cigarette.

"Uhh, my name is Y/n. Y/n L/n." You told her, and she nodded thoughtfully. "Cool, so what brings you this shithole?" Chloe asks as both took a little walk together.

"My parents wanted a change." You said, trying not to sound bitter. "They think small- town life is 'charming."

Chloe snorted at that comment. "Charming my ass, nothing about this town is charming. This place is a dump, but hey, you've got me now, so it's not all bad." Chloe said boldly, grinning at you as you looked back at confused.

You blinked at her bluntness. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I'm adopting you. You look like you could use a friend, and I'm bored. Win-win, right?" Despite yourself, you laughed. "I guess so." "Come on." She said, jetting her head towards the parking lot. "I'll show you around, better than just sitting alone at home, laying in bed and just staring at walls." Chloe says convincingly. You didn't want to be home right now, and it would be boring being home and just listening to your thoughts and having no one else to talk to. You're already lonely enough at school.

"Ok." You agreed as chloe smiles back at you, as you both walk to her truck that's parked in the parking lot.

Chloe's truck was as chaotic as she was. The dashboard was covered in stickers, the seats were worn out and patched, and the faint smell of cigarettes and motor oil lingered in the air. She cranked up the radio as soon as you got in, the speakers blasting a punk rock song you didn't recognize as chloe tapped her fingers to the rhythm of the music.

"So, new kid." She said as she drove. "What's your deal? Do you have any hobbies? Deep, dark secrets?"

"I'm not that interesting." You said, shrugging.

"Oh, Cmon, you have to have at least something juicy, everyones interesting." Chloe countered. "You just gotta know where to look." She spent the drive pointing out the town's landmarks: the diner where her mom works at, the run-down gas station, the beach, and the tiny movie theater that looked like it hadn't been uploaded since the 80s.

Eventually, she pulled into a junkyard on the outskirts of town. "Well, this is my spot." Chloe says, hopping out of the truck. "It's not much, but it's mine." You followed her through the maze of rusted cars and discarded appliances, marveling at how easily she navigated the chaos. She led you to a clearing where an old couch sat under a makeshift canopy.

"Welcome to my Kingdom." She said, flopping onto the couch. You laughed, sitting down beside her. "It's... unique." You said, looking around the whole place as chloe smirked at you. "Translation: weird." Chloe said, smirking. "No, I meant it's like kind of cool." You insisted.

Chloe grinned, lightening another cigarette. "See? You're already getting the hang of this place. It's a dump, but it's our dump." Chloe says as you smiled at her, you thought you wouldn't have no friends, but chloe was the only welcoming person in this town that made you feel more comfortable.

You spent the next hour talking and laughing, the awkwardness of the day fading with every joke she cracked. For the first time since you've arrived in Arcadia Bay, you felt like you could breathe.

The days that followed were easier, thanks to chloe. She had a way of making you feel like you belonged, even when the rest of the world seemed determined to ignore you, but you didn't care cause you had chloe. She'd show up at your locker between classes, tease you mercilessly during lunch, and drag you on random adventures after school.

One evening, as you sat together in the junkyard, you asked, "Why were you so nice to me on my first day of school? Usually, the kids in school would just completely ignore me or just treat me like I'm not there, but except you, why?" You asked, wanting to know the answers from chloe.

Chloe shrugged, tossing a rock into the distance. "You seem cool. Plus, I like helping the underdog." She admitted, but you looked down, feeling unconfident.

"I don't feel cool." You admitted under your breath, but chloe heard you. "Well, you are." She said, nudging your shoulder. "You just don't know it yet." Her words stayed with you long after you went home that night, the warmth of her presence lingering like the smell of rain.

Chloe didn't just show you the town; she showed you a new side of yourself that you did even know. With her, you felt braver, more alive. And as the weeks turned into months, you realized that maybe Arcadia Bay wasn't so bad after all.

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Hi my lovelies!

I decided to bless you all with the top three most wanted characters!!

They are all in the works and I will be posting links for all of them! (Please be patient with me as my schedule has been very hectic lately!!)

a/n- Caitlyn’s hair looks so yummy

Hit me Hard… Vi hcs + fic fluff & Smut Chloe price…(smut)

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