#chloe price angst

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PAIRING: chloe price x fem!reader WARNINGS: mentions of possible death GENRE: angst SONG INSPIRATION: love me now by john legend WORD COUNT: 765

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it had been just over a week since rachel had gone missing and you had never seen chloe so...broken?

since she had gotten expelled she now spent her days in bed or out getting high. you were more than worried for her, she barely spoke to you anymore whether that be through person or messaging. always ending up with you getting left on read or delivered most nights.

joyce gave you sad smiles as you showed up to take care of her daughter or well atleast try to.

often leaving trays of food out for her, then coming back to get it and it would be barely touched. the curtains of her bedroom always closed, the strong scent of beer and weed making your stomach churn as you laid snuggled up close holding her.

you've never seen her look so small before.

for the boisterous girl you had first met seeing chloe in this state terrified you and the fact you couldn't do anything to make her feel better made the pit in your stomach grow deeper.

a few weeks later and rachel was still missing.

the students of blackwell reluctantly went back to their normal schedules, classes did too, even with the constant rainfall.

as for chloe she was nowhere near okay, but she was out of bed and determined more than ever to find rachel. placing missing person posters all over town with your help of course.

you would do anything for that girl...for your girl.

like now where you're stood close behind her, your hands in gloves gripping a bleaching brush which was covered in blue hair dye.

ever since the two of you had gotten together you had taken on the role of dying her hair, tired of seeing her miss patches at the back. you also happened to love the calmness of the process, that was when you actually got her to sit still.

her normal fidgeting was now still, the room that was previously full of music and life is dull and quiet.

you were just about done double checking you covered everywhere before taking off your gloves and picking up a piece of tissue, shuffling round to kneel in front of her.

she had been awfully quiet today, it had gotten so bad you wished that she'd just scream and shout at you, to do something. anything.

your fingers gently grasped her chin as you wiped away any excess off of her forehead so it wouldn't burn the skin, her eyes skimming your face as you did, a soft smile tugged at your lips as you went to give her a kiss only for your lips to be met with her cheek.

that sinking feeling coming back again as you backed away. peeling the gloves off of your hands, gathering your things whilst she tried to explain herself. the tears nearly spilling from your eyes as you swallowed the lump in your throat to speak to her.

"i-im gonna go home, give you some space. remember don't leave that on for too long, i love you." pausing to look at her seeing the regret and pain on her face. she reached out for you, but before she could catch you, you slipped out of the door.

you didn't know what to do anymore, this was all becoming so draining. feeling terrible for even thinking that, but you felt like you were losing her.

now instead of stopping off at her house before school you went straight there, sometimes even grabbing a coffee and still having enough time to be early.

your grades that were once slipping now back on track, you spent your time drowned in homework or extracalicular activities so you didn't have to think of her. of everything. every once in a while calling joyce for updates.

tonight was one of the nights where every had been done, school work, chores. so you ended up having a self care night. not remembering the last time you did something nice for yourself.

having a shower, slipping into some pjs and putting on home alone. a christmas movie that you once loved but now couldn't watch without thinking of her.

clicking off the tv, falling onto your bed. bundling yourself up as you listened to the rain beat against the window.

you missed her laugh, her sarcastic humour, her touch, you missed her.

for the passed few years it had been you two, she was your constant and having it all ripped away from you so suddenly hurt.

you felt forgotten. for the time in ages you were...alone.

© ruewrote.

[kalonicc]

yeah..

also i have a shop (pricefield stickers!!) ☺️☺️ (link in bio)

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[candyfloss5000]

Worth the pain

Nathan Prescott x gender neutral reader

(Poorly punctuated and not proof read)

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 peices afterwards.

"Bite The Hand" is the song that inspired me to write this.

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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.

[arcadiabaytornado]

At my very core I believe that Chloe loved Rachel and Max unconditionally. She would never trade one for the other because they both mean so much to her, and in Chloe’s perfect world all three girls are on a beach somewhere enjoying being far away from Arcadia Bay.

However, just know that if anyone ever makes an edit where they compare Rachel/Max to Max/Rachel in a ✨I wish I was Heather✨manner I will think about it non stop after taking three to five business days to recover.

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Created: @rinexart

“Don’t be so surprised, Chloe. If one day, I’m just out of here.”

[bambinella]

Junkyard Queens

A/N: It was recently brought to my attention by @whatsjulietslastname that David was an abusive piece of garbage towards Chloe, so now I fully hate the man and I simply had to write this. Enjoy!

Summary: Chloe and Rachel meet up at the junkyard, and Rachel discovers David is an even bigger step-shit than she thought.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, angs, hurt/comfort, fluff

Word Count: 2655

It was a friday afternoon, and Rachel was impatiently waiting for her girlfriend to arrive. She was currently laying on their mattress in the little shack they had redecorated, reading a book. School had finished an hour ago, and she couldn’t wait to finally spend the weekend with Chloe. Chloe had been out all afternoon to run some errands, and should arrive any minute now. And just like predicted, Rachel heard a car drive onto the junkyard moments later. The blonde jumped up excitedly and tossed the book aside, almost skipping out of the shack. Chloe had parked the car nearby and was already on her way towards her.

“Chloe Price, making me wait an eternity before showing up,” Rachel smiled teasingly as she hugged her girlfriend.

“Sorry, the original plan kind of changed a bit,” Chloe said as she hugged her back, and Rachel could immediately tell something was wrong. Taking a step back, she carefully inspected the taller teen. Chloe had gone out to do a small job today, and was supposedly going home afterwards to freshen up and get a bag with stuff for the weekend. Not only was the bag missing, Chloe had puffy eyes as if she’d been crying and one of her cheeks was suspiciously red.

“Wait, Chloe, your face,” Rachel said with a frown, immediately noticing the bruised area. She reached her hand forward to gently touch it, and Chloe grabbed both of her hands in her own.

“It’s fine, Rachel, don’t worry about it,” Chloe said with a weak smile, which obviously fooled nobody. She raised an eyebrow at the taller teen.

“Well, now I’m definitely worrying about it. Did you get in another fight? Who did this to you?” She asked, refusing to let this matter go as she carefully inspected her cheek. Chloe realized this, and sighed.

“Rachel, I… I messed up. I went home to shower and get some new clothes for the weekend, but my step-douche stopped me as soon as I got in the house. The bastard has gone into my room while I was away, looking for god knows what, and he found the box,” Chloe said, sounding desperate. Rachel’s jaw tightened. For a year now they’d been saving up to leave Arcadia Bay together. Chloe had been taking small jobs fixing up cars, whenever and wherever she could, and had saved the money in a box under a loose plank in her room. They weren’t exactly rich yet, but it was a decent amount already and they were both proud of it. Rachel was waiting to gather all the money her dad had given her for the day they’d actually leave.

“He went into your room and went through your stuff??” Rachel asked, narrowing her eyes in anger. That guy really thought he owned the place, and Chloe.

“That’s not the worst part. Rachel, he found the money. He asked me how I got it, accusing me of selling drugs. I told him the truth and he didn’t believe me, so I got angry and well… things escalated,” She said, touching her red cheek. Rachel’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“Wait, HE hit you?!” She almost yelled, her eyes full of rage. She’d met David on several occasions and she knew how he acted towards Chloe. She’d had no idea he was violent towards her as well, and it made her stomach turn upside down.

“I’m fine, I’m kind of getting used to it now, even though it sucks ass. He was giving me shit for the money, so I got angry and said that I at least earned money and that he’d better take an example if he wanted an actual spot in the house. And that’s when he struck me. But that doesn’t matter, what matters is that he took it, Rachel. He took the money. Said my mom had better use for it, and that I should earn money the ‘right way’ next time,” Chloe said, staring at the ground in frustration. 

If Rachel had been fuming before, it was nothing compared to what she was feeling now. She wasn’t even sure what made her feel more sick, the fact that David hit Chloe, or the fact that Chloe considered it as normal at this point. She wanted to hurt him for treating Chloe that way. But being there for Chloe came first, so she forced herself to calm down. One thing was certain, however. David’s life and safety were no longer guaranteed if she had anything to say about it.

“Hey, look at me. You didn’t mess up, okay?” Rachel said as she gently held Chloe’s chin, making her girlfriend look at her. Chloe’s eyes were full of disappointment, and all of it was pointed towards herself. 

“I did, Rachel. I got angry at step-dick, and because of that he took the money. Our money. Fuck, I want to help my mom with the bills, but… we needed that. We need money if we want to get out of this place,” She said with a defeated sigh, and Rachel’s heart broke. The blonde gently held one of Chloe’s hands in her own, placing a kiss on the back of it.

“My sweet Chloe Price. None of this is your fault, and I’ll keep saying it until you realize it’s the truth. David invaded your space and took something that was yours. You had every right to be mad at him. He had no right to do any of those things to begin with,” Rachel said, ending it with an angry huff, which made Chloe smile a little.

“Really? You’re not angry with me?” She asked, and Rachel hated how uncertain she sounded compared to her usual self. How could Chloe not see that she was not to blame here?

“I literally have no reason to be angry at you. I’m saying you didn’t do anything wrong, and we both know I’m always right. Now enough of that, follow me,” She said with a smile, leading the taller teen to their car. Chloe had no idea what was on Rachel's mind, but she didn’t hesitate a second as she followed her. They crawled onto the back of the truck and sat themselves down next to each other. They’d covered the back area with multiple blankets and a few pillows (when it wasn’t raining of course) so it was comfortable for them to either sit or lay there to relax. Rachel wrapped an arm around Chloe and tenderly kissed her bruised cheek.

“Well, that’s certainly an improvement compared to an hour ago,” Chloe hummed approvingly, letting out a content sigh as she smiled at her shorter girlfriend. Rachel smirked at her.

“Yeah? Well I got more where that came from,” She said with a sly grin, proceeding to cover Chloe’s cheek and chin with the most gentle of kisses, earning another approving hum, before moving down to her neck. 

“Ack! Rachel, that tickles!” Chloe burst into giggles as she felt the soft touch on her skin, immediately leaning away from her. While she loved being doted on by Rachel, her neck was stupidly ticklish. The blonde easily followed her and grinned.

“I’m showering you with my love and affection, so deal with it,” Rachel playfully grumbled against her neck, sending Chloe into another loud giggle fit. The taller teen shifted from a sitting position to laying down on her back, in an attempt to get out of reach. Rachel simply used that as an opportunity to sit on top of her girlfriend's hips, leaning in close so she could continue pressing soft, ticklish kisses against her neck and collarbones. 

“Baby! Baby plehehehease!” Chloe cried out while giggling madly, only half-heartedly pushing against Rachel’s shoulders. When she’d been reduced to a blushing, giggling mess, only then did Rachel pull away with a wide smile. She laid herself down on top of Chloe, who was still breathless and giggly, and they cuddled in silence while enjoying the warmth of the sun. Rachel traced her nails over Chloe’s tattoo, following the different patterns, while Chloe played with her hair. 

“Can I ask you a question?” Rachel asked after a while, her eyes still closed as she listened to the rhythm of Chloe’s heartbeat.

“Of course, you can ask me anything,” Chloe immediately replied, not even thinking twice about it. It was simply the truth.

“Why didn’t you tell me your stepdad is an abusive piece of shit?” She asked, lifting her head to look at Chloe. The latter had not expected that question and remained silent for a little while, before sitting herself up. Rachel followed her example.

“I didn’t want to worry you. It’s been going on for a while now, and it’s not gonna change. The worst part is that I’m pretty sure my mom knows of it, yet David still walks around the house, so she’s fine with it. But in all honesty? I probably deserve it half of the time,” Chloe said. Rachel reached over and gently held her chin, making her look at her again.

“Chloe Price, don’t you dare do this to yourself. I really hate to see you blame yourself for things that aren’t your fault,” Rachel said, a frown appearing on her face. So not only was David abusive towards her, he also made her believe she was the problem. Chloe’s life had been hard enough already, she didn’t need this on top of it. Chloe huffed.

“Yeah well, apparently everything is my fault, according to my mom and step-ass,” She mumbled, touching her own cheek. It no longer hurt but the memory still stinged. Rachel’s frown intensified as she placed her hand on Chloe’s arm.

“Well in that case, fuck them. You don’t deserve any of this and they don’t deserve you, period. And as your girlfriend it’s my duty to tell you the truth, so I will. I’ll tell you every single day if I have to. We keep each other grounded, remember? So you can tell me anything, and I’ll be here for you” Rachel said, reaching for Chloe’s hand. The older teen gently squeezed it and gave her a warm smile, actually looking happy at those words.

“Thank you. I’m not really good with emotions, but I’ll take you up on that offer. And yeah, you’re right, we keep each other grounded. Fuck, that minds me, I’ll probably get grounded as soon as Sergeant Dickhead tells his sob story to my mom. I do not look forward to going home,” She mumbled, looking at her phone. She groaned when she saw a bunch of unread messages from her mother.

“Then simply don’t go home,” Rachel concluded, standing up as she put her hands on her hips. Chloe simply looked at her, puzzled.

“Don’t go home? Yeah I don’t know about you, but I don’t have any other place to go to,” Chloe said with a chuckle, raising an eyebrow at her girlfriend. Rachel chewed her lower lip as she considered the options. Her own house wasn’t an option, since she was avoiding her dad at all costs. Maybe she could reach her mom, but it had been a while since they last texted. Then her eyes fell on their little shack, and she had the perfect idea.

“We can just stay here then!” Rachel said with a smile, jumping off of the car as she turned around to face Chloe, who’d stood up herself now.

“Here? You mean at the junkyard?” She asked with another chuckle, jumping off the car as she looked around. It wasn’t that bad and it had mostly junk instead of trash, so it didn’t really smell bad. But it wasn’t the first place she’d think of to spend the night at. Then again, going home to her mom and step-shit wasn’t that high on the list either.

“Yeah! Where’s your sense of adventure?! We’re basically the queens of this junkyard already! We have our little shack which protects us from bad weather, it’s super hot already so we can definitely sleep outside, and nobody will bother us here. I think that’s a win-win-win, no?” Rachel asked with a wide grin, almost bouncing on her feet. Chloe couldn’t help but smile at the energy Rachel was radiating. She really made everything seem possible. This, however, was something they had to think through.

“Okay then Ms win-win, what about food? Do we just go home, go ‘hey we’re here for free lunch!’ and then leave again?” Chloe asked, folding her arms as she looked at her with an almost smug grin. Rachel paused as she considered the question, before smirking back equally smugly.

“No, of course not. We could simply go grocery shopping, like the adults that we are. And since it’s going to be nice weather all weekend, we could even pull out the BBQ if we want! I’m sure they sell those disposable ones, and we’re at the right place for after we’re done anyways!” She said excitedly. Chloe smiled as she shook her head. There was simply no changing her mind.

“Yeah alright you win. I guess you do have a point. And I really don’t wanna go home,” She said, reaching out to hold Rachel’s hands. Rachel smiled sweetly at her.

“Then stay here, with me. We’ll order take-out tonight, build a little campfire, gaze at the stars while laying on the back of the car, and then fall asleep in each other’s arms like the romantic souls we are,” She said, standing on her toes to kiss Chloe. She could feel Chloe grin while kissing, and it filled her heart with joy to know her girlfriend was happy. At last.

“Rachel Amber, starting a campfire? Should we call someone in advance this time so they can put out the fire, just in case?” Chloe teased as she pulled away, raising an eyebrow at her. 

“Shut up! Are you my partner in crime or what?!” Rachel laughed as she punched Chloe in the shoulder, to which the two of them laughed harder. It felt good to laugh, to be together. Chloe probably didn’t even realize just how important she really was, in general and to her specifically. Chloe had saved her just as much, if not even more.

“Alright alright, I concede,” She grinned, holding up her hands as she surrendered. Rachel smirked and walked up to her, wrapping her arms around Chloe’s neck as she hugged her.

“You better, if you know what’s good for you,” She playfully threatened with a wink, smirking a little wider as she noticed the blush on her girlfriend’s cheeks. Too easy.

“What do we do about the money, though?” She asked. She didn’t sound as hopeless or desperate as she did before, but it was still a concern to her. Which was fair, to be honest.

“Don’t you worry about that, okay? Like I said last year, I have enough money saved up to kickstart us the day we actually leave, so that’s covered. One good thing my dad did for us, I guess. But I still think David is a major asshole for doing this to you, and he should pay for it,” Rachel grumbled.

“Pay for it, huh? You know what? I think you just gave me an idea on how to do that. But I might need a partner in crime,” Chloe said, her eyes wide with excitement and a grin that meant nothing good. 

“Whatever it is, I’m all in,” Rachel said with a smirk. This was going to be perfect. 

They snuck into Chloe’s garage the next morning to execute their little plan. By the end of the day Chloe had gotten her money back, more than she’d had before in fact, and was having a great time with Rachel at the junkyard. And let’s just say David had lost a specific toolbox, and gained a flat tire or two.

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BRO THIS EDIT HAS GOT ME ON A CHOKEHOLD 😖‼️‼️

Credits to the creator on the vid 😺

[rainboq]

Arcadia is Burning

Summary:

With her life in cinders following her parents' bitter divorce, Rachel finds herself torn away from the sun and surf of Long Beach and dragged into the rainy forests of Oregon; dumped by her dad in a little town called Arcadia Bay in the ass end of nowhere to attend a boarding school named Blackwell Academy. Confused and hurt by her sudden exile, Rachel turns to The Vortex Club, run by the cream of the school, and theatre to keep herself busy. Embedding herself with the eldest son of town's preeminent family, Nathan Prescott, in the process. At least one girl, a local firebrand struggling with the sudden death of her father, Chloe Price, seems to promise a reprieve from the constant boredom as she drinks her way from party to party, skipping class and getting in fights. She just needs to find a way to get her to notice her. But not all in Arcadia Bay is as it seems. A trusted friend today could be your worst nightmare tomorrow, memories are long, and there's not much of anything but forest and the ocean for miles in every direction. There's nowhere to run from her problems, precious little to distract her, and trying to keep them under control will only cause them to build and build... Until they consume her.

Preview:

Embers flicker in the air around her.

Tiny pinpricks of winking incandescence floating in place.

Her hands reach out but the lights dance away from her touch.

Will o’ the wisps slipping between her fingers and flowing around her arms.

She reaches for purchase.

To grasp and hold.

Rachel falls.

Tumbling into an ocean of lights below.

Warm and cold, young and old, blue and gold.

She falls into the space between their indifferent glow.

The lights show her no truth.

They give her no empathy.

They exist in their multitudes but none react to her.

Tumbling through their spaces, she reaches out for them again. 

Desperately trying to touch their glow and feel their warmth.

A blue light shimmers as she draws near, dancing agonizingly close to her touch.

She flails forward, trying to touch it, her fingers managing the barest graze.

Warmth fills her as she holds it tight.

An agonizing, burning hotness as they float away again and she falls below the cluster.

With nothing but the fire in her veins and the blue glow in her hands.

The air turns to flame as they tumble.

Art by the ever delightful @patchodraws!

[heuhuewaves]

LUST FOR LIFE (nathan prescott x warren graham.)

hello everyone! I am starting to write my life is strange fic. it is a nathan x warren fic. i am making this post to put it out there and see if anyone would like to be added to the taglist?

the fic will follow the story of nathan finding his love for life again once he gets to know warren. romance and angst ensues.

This fic will be posted between ao3 and here on tumblr! i will link my ao3 below.

my ao3

hope you all end up enjoying the fic!

[cassi3cas]

Brief summary

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Y/n was just kicked out of their home, with no family or friends to turn to. Sean Diaz and his family take them in one night during a storm, and quickly decide it’s best for them to stay till they found somewhere to go. But what happens when reader and Sean grow closer than ever expected? Will they head to Mexico together? Or for the worse, never see each other again.

GENDER NEUTRAL READER :)

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Chapter one

The desert, as a kid, I've always associated the word with the burning stare of the sun. A vicious and deadly thirst soon to lead to your demise, and a grueling sunburn that scars the memory of when you hated being in the heat so much.

Instead, the lands were practically swept away as a storm haunted the sandy lands. I was so cold, left helpless under the brutal impact of the rain. I feared that at any moment the wind would blow me away like a feather.

Up ahead, I nearly cried at the sight of lights. Not lanterns, but small windows of a parked RV.

With the last of my strength, I willed myself closer. If I didn't feel like I was on the absolute verge of death, I would have never knocked on some stranger's home. Tonight, though, I didn't give any fucks. All I wanted was to be warm.

I banged my arms desperately against the closest RV door and didn't hear anything. I waited in hopes that any sound of refuge on the other end was muted simply by the howl of the wind.

When the door opened, I was ushered in by an older woman with no hesitation.

When I entered the RV, I was still shivering, even when a blanket was quickly draped around my shoulders. God and the lady had been talking, and I had no idea she was even speaking to me.

"Honey, can you hear me?" Her tone was lax despite the worry etched in her features.

"Maybe they’re deaf?" A younger voice suggested, but I still didn't register that I really should say something, not until an uncomfortable silence descended between all three of us.

"Thank you so much for letting me in," I managed to mumble, "I'm sorry to intrude like this."

I found myself fiddling with the loose string of the blanket, beyond uncomfortable right now. Sure, I was safer in here, but I also had no idea who these people were.

"It's dangerous out there right now, no one should be outside," the blonde woman stated with a hand on my shoulder, "You're more than welcome to stay here tonight while the weather passes over. Now, let me get you something to wear before you get sick."

I thanked her again as she proceeded to the back of the long RV. I was surprised as I saw someone slip past her, making their way towards me. A boy, my age, wandered closer with questioning eyes - eye? A patch covered one.

"Who are you?" he shot me a skeptical look.

I breathed to speak, but nothing left my mouth.

"Mom let her in, I think she was lost outside," the child spoke again. He couldn't be any older than ten. I looked at him, and he beamed a smile at me, which I instinctively returned.

"Y-yeah. It's a long story, and this was the only place I could find."

"Yeah, you won't find anything for miles. So what were you doing out here by yourself?"

Before I could answer, their mother returned with a folded pile of clothes in her hands.

"Here, the bathroom is down to your right. I'll make you something warm to drink."

I thanked her immensely again, still worried I wasn't showing nearly enough gratitude. But nonetheless, I found the bathroom and stripped myself free of my soaking clothes. They fell to the floor with a heavy thud, and I hung them over the shower, not really sure where they should reside while drying.

I soon found myself seated on one side of their blue couch with who I learned to be Karen, their mother, and Sean, the guy my age sitting across from me. Daniel, the younger one, was asleep now in the bed, so we had to keep our voices low.

The violent tapping of the rain drummed against the window beside me. In my hands, I held a hot cup of tea Karen brewed for me. Sean and Karen together waited for me to answer their question.

I contemplated whether I should tell them the truth as to why I was outside at this hour and in these conditions. Lying would be easier for my peace, but I didn't have the energy for that.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I was kicked out of my house." I lowered my head shamefully as memories from just hours before flooded my thoughts. "I didn't do anything, it was more like what I didn't do."

They acknowledged me with nothing more than a nod.

When it seemed no one knew what to say, Sean broke the silence. "Where are you planning to go now?"

I shrugged like it wasn't the very thought that plagued me like a disease. I had nowhere to go. My whole life, I'd been shunned away from the rest of my family by my parents. Why? I didn't know.

"Somewhere with more people, I have some friends I could probably stay with," I lied.

From the way they both looked at me and the uncertainty laced in my voice, I think we all knew I didn't have a clue what I was doing. That wasn't their problem, though. I was lucky enough to have a roof over my head the first day I got kicked out.

Karen set the couch up for me, even as I insisted the floor was just fine. There was only one actual bed in the RV, and I wasn't sure how their original sleeping arrangement worked.

Karen didn't budge, though, so reluctantly, I accepted her offer.

I was still awake when I heard the sound of sheets rustling and soon the sound of footsteps. I was lying on my side, facing inside the couch. When I heard the RV door creak open, I couldn't help but look.

It was Sean, and he seemed to immediately take notice that I was awake. He reached into the pockets of his sweatpants and presented a pack of cigarettes.

"Wanna join?"

God, I could really use one. I got up without hesitation and tiptoed outside. At some point in the night, the storm had finally eased, and the clouds stretched apart, revealing a thousand stars.

"I don't think I ever caught your name," he said with the cigarette sitting between his lips. I expected him to just hand me the lighter, but instead, he lit mine for me.

"Thanks," when I inhaled, everything started to feel a little easier on my shoulders. The weight of loss suddenly was a bit forgiving. "Oh yeah, you should probably know that." I laughed, "It's Y/n."

Before any more words could be said, I burst into a sudden coughing fit. A familiar scratchy feeling lingered in the back of my throat. Shit, was I getting sick? I couldn't have been out in the rain for that long.

"Shit, that doesn't sound good."

"Yeah, it doesn't. It's gonna suck making it to one of my friends if I'm getting sick." There's that look again, like he doesn't believe me.

"Karen could give you a lift if it's not too far."

"Karen?" It sounded a lot more invasive when I questioned his choice of wording. "Sorry, that's not my business actually."

"No, it's fine. I'd probably ask the same thing." He smiled at me. "But seriously, I'm sure she wouldn't mind. She has to go far out to town anyway most days."

That offer would actually sound amazing if I actually did have a friend close by. Truth is, I had none. I've been homeschooled all of my life and have lived in the middle of nowhere. I never was even given the opportunity to meet people.

"It's okay, I appreciate it though. It's amazing enough that I found somewhere to stay for the night."

"Okay... The offer is still up if you change your mind."

I turned to fully face him for the second time tonight. I was never good with eye contact, but I wanted to thank him and let him know I was genuine.

"You're really sweet, Sean. Your whole family is. Thank you."

"Ah, don't mention it. I'm not exactly a stranger to your situation."

Again, I wanted to ask him what he meant. I could already tell that Sean's history was anything but uneventful. I could also tell it definitely wasn't easy on him too.

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

something something episode 1 of lis2 being a condensed version of all lis1/lis2 starting where lis1 ends.

in the beginning we've got the dates--both games begin in october, with lis1 kicking off on Oct 28, a couple weeks after Storm Day on October 11. lis1 is (technically) contained within a week, while lis2 is spaced out over months on end, unfurling outward from a similar jumping off point as lis1.

both games begin with a powered character whose abilities are trigged by witnessing an act of deadly gun violence against a loved one. in both cases, this reaction in turn brings about further destruction (Daniel's immediate, but smaller scale, and Max's delayed, but much stronger) which shapes the rest of the game's narrative

in lis1, however, that violence is only the beginning of a much larger conspiracy of murder and manipulation, with the question of Chloe Price's shooting bleeding into the disappearance of Rachel Amber and a much larger conspiracy. In lis2, Esteban's death is a brutally simple case of all-American bigotry, kicked off by Brett Foster's casual racism/ableism and culminating in Officer Matthews' police brutality. The whole point is that there's no reason to make it a mystery, because shit like this happens every day.

and yet ep1 of lis2 is still a mystery, in its way, because Sean doesn't know why there was an explosion in Seattle, and Daniel doesn't know where his father is. Both boys pick up on signs that something is off, in a more restrained reflection of Chloe and Max's search for the truth throughout lis1, before both secrets comes out during the final confrontation in the motel room.

There are other visible parallels with Episode 5, like Sean/Max being restrained in a darkened office/Dark Room by a violent man with a brutal ideology and requiring help from an outside source (Daniel/David) to escape. And of course, there's the climatic storm (or "storm") at the end of the episode, with Daniel/Max violently losing control of their abilities with only Sean/Chloe to guide them through it.

unlike Chloe, Sean is able to calm Daniel's storm--but the Diaz brothers are still left with the worst of both lis1 endings, involving both the dead loved one who can't be rescued from Save Arcadia Bay and the destruction and exile left behind from Save Chloe Price. like Chloe and Max in the latter ending, they're seen riding into an unknown future together, overseen by animal guardians--the deer glimpsed in the ruins of Arcadia and the wolves in Sean's story.

the next four episode of lis2 provide an opportunity to answer all the questions we only get glimpses of in a Save Chloe Price reality--what it means to live on the run with havoc in your wake, what it means to really live with/love a person capable of such devastation, what it means to deal with the long-term effects of your own powerlessness in the face of such supernatural forces (which I really want to explore more later).

tl:dr ep1 of lis2 provides a spiritual recap of lis1 to expand and build upon everything discussed in that game in the process of becoming its own powerhouse. it's awesome to witness and I love it so much and I'm glad there are other people out there who do, too.

[agt-dnvrs]

okay but max definitely introduced chloe to julien baker

[feathersontheclyde]

"You really are head over heels for this girl, aren't you?" ... for chloe, hehe, sending you prompts from my prompt tag. (oh god, this smells like angst though.)

After Rachel spoke Chloe turns to her mid-laugh after watching Max fail to catch a cheesepuff in her mouth for like 100 yards away or some shit despite Warren's laser accuracy and it takes her a minute to realize what she just said but once she does it only makes her go straight back to laughing and scoffing. " Max? No. Not head over heels but she is my best friend. " She squints and nudges Rachel in the shoulder. " Where did that even come from? That was hella random. "

[kirammans-violets]

Zombie Rachel returning to life and clawing herself out of her partially exposed grave, only to find Chloe’s still warm corpse next to it…

[war-on-mars]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Life is Strange (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rachel Amber/Maxine "Max" Caulfield/Chloe Price, Rachel Amber/Chloe Price, Rachel Amber/Maxine "Max" Caulfield, Maxine "Max" Caulfield/Chloe Price Characters: Rachel Amber, Maxine "Max" Caulfield, Chloe Price (Life is Strange), Nathan Prescott Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Rachel Amber Has Powers, Ambiguous Relationships, This butterfly has an agenda, Angst, Trauma, Someone gets struck by lightning so, graphic-ish violence?, Rachel Amber Is Not Perfect, Hopeful Ending Series: Part 1 of I have thee in my grasp and I will not bend Summary:

“Tell me you can hear her too, Chloe, please?”

Oh wait, Chloe recognizes the weight in Max’s voice.

It’s hope.

For the first time in a long time, it’s hope.