#chloe price fluff

[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.

[mwahbabe]

Chloe with a sleepy!gf<3💤

˖ • .ྀིྀི ❥ slight nsfw, fluff. gf!chloe.

☁️ 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.

[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. 

[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 😭

[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

[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:

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?”

[bambinella]

Making up for lost time

A/N: At this point everything I've written for them is self indulgent. These silly idiots make me happier than I want to admit. Enjoy!

Summary: It's been a full year since Max had to leave Chloe behind so she's struggling. But at the same time, it's been a year since Max returned to alt Chloe's life, and that calls for a celebration.

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 1942

“Max, come home as soon as you’re done working! We have something important to tell you!”

Max had been staring at Rachel’s message for at least five minutes, trying to figure out what the important thing could be. She’d foolishly gotten her hopes up for an instant, thinking it would be a way to go home, before remembering that Chloe and Rachel knew none of that. Disappointment had overwhelmed her right after, and she’d been doing her very best to shake it off. It had been exactly a year since she’d left Chloe behind, and it weighed heavily on her. She had to return home, no matter what. Max gave another glance at the message, a small smile tugging at her lips. At least she wasn’t truly alone. With a sigh she packed up her stuff and left Paul’s cafe, making her way towards the house.

“Chloe, Rachel, I’m home,” Max said as soon as she closed the front door behind her, carefully dropping her bag with the laptop on the floor. When she was greeted with silence, she raised one eyebrow. Odd. She’d figured they’d be home after that message.

“Guys? Where are y– oof!” As soon as she turned the corner of the living room, she got bombarded by several pillows, and was smacked in the face by at least one. Laughter immediately filled the room as she landed on her butt, and she could see Chloe and Rachel sitting on the couch with quite literally every pillow in the house piled next to them. They’d been awaiting her. Traitors.

“Got you!” They both yelled with a giggle, giving each other a high five right after. Max shook her head with a wide smile as she picked up two pillows while standing up.

“One peaceful day in my life, that’s all I ask for,” She chuckled, walking over to the duo of gremlins to playfully rub the pillows all over their heads, messing up their hair. This earned various yells and protests. 

“Ha! You should have known better,” Rachel giggled while batting the pillow away. Chloe reached over to poke Max' ribs several times, making the brunette drop the pillows with a laugh.

“Peace was out of the window the day we became friends, Maximus,” She grinned, and Max couldn’t argue with that. She was completely right.

“Very true. So tell me, why did I have to hurry home? Besides being so rudely attacked by you two, of course,” Max asked with a smile, folding her arms. Chloe and Rachel looked at each other with a smirk, before jumping up from the couch. Max yelped and closed her eyes as she expected to be tackled to the ground, so she was very confused when they hugged her.

“Happy anniversary!” They cheered, wrapping their arms around her. Max blinked several times, still very confused as she looked at them.

“Uh– as far as I’m aware, it’s not my birthday today?” She asked with a giggle, making the two of them laugh. Chloe pulled away to place her hands on Max’ shoulders, smiling at her.

“I know, silly, I’d never forget your birthday. But it’s been one year since you’ve come back to me, and that makes today a very special day,” She explained. Max was stunned as she looked at her best friend. All day she’d only been thinking about how it’d been a year since she’d left her Chloe behind and how sad she’d felt so she hadn’t realized that at the same time she’d made Chloe here super happy, by showing up in her life again that very same day. Chloe had made her look at it from a whole different perspective, and for the first time that day she didn’t feel so miserable.

“You may not realize it, but your presence made a big difference in our lives, Max. We’re lucky to have you around,” Rachel added, placing her head on Chloe’s shoulder who wrapped an arm around her girlfriend’s waist. Max blinked the tears away as she smiled at them, pulling them in for another hug.

“Thank you, both of you. Today has been pretty rough for me, but you two just made it a lot better,” She admitted, smiling a bit wider as they embraced her tightly.

“Anytime,” Rachel smiled while gently squeezing the back of Max’ neck, making her giggle.

“So, today we’re celebrating, and Rachel and I came up with a genius plan!” Chloe smirked as she pulled free from the hug, putting her hands on her hips.

“Oh? Genius plan? I guess Rachel came up with it then,” Max snickered, quickly hopping out of reach as Chloe attempted to grab at her.

“Shush you. Rachel, if you please?” Chloe said, making a theatrical bow for her girlfriend. Rachel grinned and stepped forward and grabbed both of Max’ hands.

“Well, it was actually Chloe’s idea for the most part, don’t let her fool you. We were thinking about what we could do today, and what we could do to make you feel included, since you’re part of our little ‘family’ after all. That’s when we thought about how we never had the chance to hang out together when we were young, and well…” She said, looking at Chloe with a smile.

“We figured we’d start making up for that today! Let’s have the official sleepover with the three of us we never had as kids!” She finished with a grin as she put her arm around Max’ neck. Max couldn’t help but smile widely at that. Not only would it take her all the way back to when she and Chloe were young and had sleepovers, she’d also get to spend it with Rachel for the first time. She sadly never had the chance to meet Rachel in her own reality, so this kinda felt like making up for lost time.

“Are you cereal?” Max asked with a grin, knowing exactly what she was doing. Chloe let out a surprised laugh at that.

“Oh wow, I haven’t heard that one in a long time! Okay yeah, we’re definitely doing this. One epic sleepover coming up!” She grinned widely, putting Max in a headlock as she playfully ruffled her hair.

“Hey let me go! Rachel hehehelp!” Max giggled as she tried to free herself from Chloe’s strong grip. Rachel immediately grabbed one of the pillows and started hitting Chloe’s back with it.

“Let go of her, you fiend!” She declared with a laugh, bombarding her girlfriend until she finally let go.

“Ohoho I see, choosing Max over me, huh? This betrayal won’t stand!” Chloe said with a mischievous grin, grabbing a pillow as she launched a counterattack. Rachel squealed as she tried to defend herself against the taller woman, failing spectacularly.

“Oh no you don’t!” Max grabbed a pillow herself and let out a battle cry, running towards them as she started playfully whacking her best friend. When Chloe still refused to surrender, Max decided to cheat pull out the big guns. She dropped the pillow and started tickling under Chloe's arms with an evil grin, who immediately burst into laughter and sank on one knee. Chloe tried her very best to continue her 'assault' on Rachel, but with the combo attack of Max tickling her and Rachel hitting her with a pillow she stood no chance.

“Stohohop! Okay I yihihihihield! Now stahahahahahahp!” She cried out as she curled into a ball on the ground, using her pillow as a shield. They both grinned and stopped, giving each other a high five.

“That’s what you get for being a bully,” Rachel teased, putting her arm around Max’ shoulder.

“Yeah take that! Us short people gotta stick together, amirite?” Max grinned at Rachel, only to giggle loudly and dance away as her friend poked several times between her ribs.

“Don’t you start with me, you brat,” She warned with a grin, putting her hands on her hips as she looked at her with a raised brow. Calling Rachel short was forbidden when she was within earshot. Max giggled and held her hands up as a sign of surrender.

“Well we already had a pillow fight, so I guess we can take that off the ‘sleepover to do’ list. What else is there?” She smiled at them. Chloe stood up with a grin.

“Don’t worry Max, we already have everything planned out,” They said at the same time. And Max quickly found out they weren’t kidding.

The next hours were filled with various activities, from baking cupcakes to dancing around on the bed while singing along to their favorite songs, to having yet another pillow fight to anything they could think of that fit the ‘sleepover’ theme. It was also when Max discovered how evil Rachel actually was. She had suggested painting Max’ toenails, to which Max had happily agreed, unaware of the incoming danger. However, when the blonde had started painting her nails, she also lightly wiggled her fingers against the bottom of Max’ foot, sending the poor girl into a giggle fit and making it impossible for her to sit still.

“Hold still, Max! Stop being so squirmy, I can’t paint your nails like this!” Rachel playfully scolded her with an innocent smile while wiggling her nails under her toes.

“I cahahahan’t! You’re tihihickling mehehehehhe!” Max cried out with a blush, trying really hard not to jerk her feet away or kick Rachel in the face. She laid herself back on the bed while laughing her head off, and eventually Chloe had to grab her best friend in a tight hold to prevent her from rolling away in an attempt to escape. Rachel grinned evilly and decided to drop the act, now simply tickling Max’ feet until the poor girl was reduced to a pile of wheezing, breathless giggles.

“You okay there?” Chloe asked with a giggle as she let go of Max, who rolled on her back on the bed while catching her breath.

“Your… girlfriend… is evil…!” She playfully cried out while pointing a finger at Rachel, who merely winked at her.

“That's what you get for calling me short. And it's not my fault your laughter is so contagious! But if you still trust me enough, I can actually finish painting your nails now,” Rachel suggested with another innocent smile, playfully rolling her eyes at the glare Max shot her.

“If you tickle me again, I’m hiding all your make-up tomorrow,” Max threatened, which earned another playful eye-roll from her friend. After painting her nails for real, they moved on to the next and final phase of their evening, which was getting into their pj’s, ordering pizza and watching horror movies. Max sat in between Chloe and Rachel after they’d insisted, and smiled brightly as the two of them leaned against her. They laughed at the poor decisions from the main characters, they shrieked at jumpscares, Max hid herself behind a pillow during most of the movie, and they had a ton of fun. About halfway through the second movie Chloe had fallen asleep and was snoring loudly while fully leaning against Max, who was dozing off herself against Rachel. She could feel Rachel’s arm around her shoulders, her nails gently trailing up and down her arm, and a smile spread on Max' lips. What had started as the worst day in a long time somehow ended up turning into one of the best ones, thanks to them.

When she was with Chloe and Rachel, she felt like anything was possible. Maybe even going home. But for now, being here with them simply made her happy. And so she fell asleep, happy.

[hangesfavles]

idk what the fanfic meta is ngl 😞

[slut4megantheestallion]

So I had this random thought of life is strange fanfic I'm thinking about. Where the reader is new and moved to Arcadia Bay and is a loner and doesn't have any friends, until she meets chloe who later on becomes friends, if I should write that, let me know, y'all I'm craving for some chloe price content

[mwahbabe]

Chloe with a pretty stoner gfᵀᴹ 💨

tags: fluff, drug use(duh), gf!chloe gf!reader, hyperfem!reader.

a/n: pretty much a self insert but shhh.

☆️ our chloe loves to engage in the mary j/zaza/ganja/good kush/ this we all know.

☆️ and you being a frequent indulger in such things too as well as her girlfriend duh you two are perfect ^^

☆️ your pink and feminine style clashed with her darker punk and “masc” style is honestly a power couple move.

☆️ she teases you here and there but you’re her girlfriend and she finds the fact you embrace your femininity and feel good in your own skin cool and endearing. plus… you’re hot.

☆️ when yall smoke she’s 100% the type to roll your joints and light it for you as you inhale.

(i know cuz i was there.)

☆️ claiming it’s cause you never do it right but it’s because part of her love language is acts of service.

☆️ teases you about your pretty pink kit set, the pink lighter and hello kitty grinder the cherry rolling papers.

“I don’t get it, I thought hello kitty was for kids-”

“it’s cute, plus your grinder is old as shit chloe.”

“hey! it does the job princess.”

☆️ you always have those strawberry/cherry rolling papers with you.

☆️ chloe tells you they’re a waste of money and pointless

“newsflash babe, the joint is gonna get you high no matter what flavour it is.”

“okay? and they’re yummy.”

☆️ until she tries the pink cherry joint and realises they ain’t that bad after all, and she starts buying them. she’s more of a green apple/cola rolling papers gal though. (they’re delicious.)

☆️ makes fun of your heart bong but ultimately ends up stealing it since hers broke.

“what? i dropped mine.”

☆️ you can never be mad at her for that since she shares her weed with you, it’s only fair.

☆️ the way the both of you message frank is so hilariously different. we’ve seen how she messages frank in bts when she wants to score, but with you it’s:

“hiii can i get come pickup now?”

f: “yea.”

“yayyyy :3”

f: “wtf.”

☆️ chloe has to remind you he’s a drug dealer not a friendly neighbour. but she finds you adorable.

☆️ plus she’s too protective of you and will go and pickup for you instead.

☆️ listens to whatever random shit you say when you’re faded than a hoe. a lot of times she’s not listening though. too focused on how pretty you are with that glazed over expression and giggly mood.

☆️ though it can be the other way around too. sometimes she’ll go on and on about whatever comes to her mind, bouncing from topic to topic to where your fried brain can’t even keep up. and you’re definitely not paying attention. “blah blah blah proper name”

☆️ buys or makes whatever munchies you ask for, since she’s actually not a bad cook since she learnt a few things from joyce.

☆️ pretends to get mad when your lipgloss stains the joint.

☆️ chloe isn’t having none of it when you try and do her makeup while you’re both fried. especially when you try and put lashes on her.

“pleasee? just let me see how they look-“

“not happening princess. i know i told you i had a pirate faze as a kid but i don’t plan on having an eye patch anytime soon.”

☆️ wake n bakes with her every morning.

☆️ chloe can’t escape your grabby hands when she lights up in the morning, even if she wakes up before you, smelling that za you’re up now.

☆️ morning snuggles after a sesh are always happening with her.

☆️ will 100% buy you whatever smoke supplies you want, she can’t say no to you when you bat your lashes at her and point to it in the store. not that she ever would say no to you.

☆️ chloe price is head over heels for you and her stoner ass loves your stoner ass <3

[l0lita-luv]

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)

and soft

[sourellie]

hiii!!! my requests are very much open i've been slacking with writing cuz i have Zero ideas :pp just keep in mind my introduction post Thank U! ⸝⸝ ᷇࿀ ᷆⸝⸝

[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.