Pre-Game. Victoria wonders if she's found the ultimate distraction while Chloe thinks she might have finally found her way out of Arcadia Bay.

Nathan's tantrums in class are only getting worse. So Principal Wells turns his attention to the only student to avoid confrontation with him, and one of the few who don't have biased views on him. In short; it's a disaster. /pre-life is strange events.

Max et Victoria sont des youtubeuses aux spécialités bien différentes. Mais quand la première laisse un commentaire à la seconde, elle ne s'attendait pas à ce qui allait s'ensuivre. Maximum Victory inspiré du fanart de Ormille.

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Victoria makes a change to test a theory. Chasefield

The photographer feels the void swallowing her, and her last conscious thought is still about Chloe even as she realizes her own death is near.

Lemon, no story spoilers. After all that drama was over, I, Maxine Caufield, pro photographer and superhero extraordinaire, was left to finish my senior year in peace. That night I chose to have a little fun.

Chloe Price, now completely out to most if not all of Arcadia Bay, faces her next five years at school without her best friend Max and meets an oddly magnetic girl named Rachel Amber A Chlober/Blue Angel fic.

[Sorry if its not that great, its my first smut fan fic] Chloe make Max discover the great joy of naughty videos.

She can't even tell if Max is listening at this point, but frankly she doesn't care because she swears that she can see the universe in Max's eyes, and that's just enough.

Max and Victoria hang out at a park. [Post Game, no spoilers; BDay Prompt: Max and Victoria being models for each other]

A story I wrote in one of heavy insomnia stages, very explicit...not as bad as it could be but still be warned.

"Multiply humanity, harmonize insanity. Shedding light of remedy, pulling tides of clarity. Shattered glass, in flower beds. Humanize, inhuman ends. It's all the same for the dreamers, it's all the same for us. Float on to the painted sky where dreams will be unified, as I'm swept inside, where butterflies—" Companion piece to This Isn't Everything You Are. Warnings Inside

It's three forty-five PM on a Monday, and Chloe just drove six hours to say goodbye.

The pad of her careful thumb wiped away his tears, and Victoria couldn't remember a single time that he ever appeared so vulnerable, so small, so distraught. His iris' witnessed such despair, such horror, and Victoria could only catch a glimpse of such depths. ChaseScott (Warnings inside)

Just some oneshots and drabbles featuring the progressing relationship of Arcadia Bay's favorite gay couple: Max Caulfield and Kate Marsh. Requests welcomed.

Max Caulfield wurde entführt und das Leben geht ganz normal auf Blackwell weiter. Grace kommt neu auf die Schule. Das einzige was sie will ist Freunde zu finden und eine schöne Zeit auf der Schule zu verbringen. Jedoch geriet sie nach und nach in eine Sache, aus der sich das Mädchen viel lieber raus gehalten hätte. [LIFE IS STRANGE HC: Jefferson, Kate, OC, Chloe, Victoria, Nathan]

Max and Chloe are going to work for Joyce at The Four Whales Dinner to make some money for the trip to Portland.

The short GrahmanScott oneshots and prompts made by yours truly.

Sometimes, Chloe can be a bad influence on Max. "My mother could be out of her bedroom in seconds and Max and I would be the first thing she sees at the bottom of the stairs in the middle of the night."

Prompt: when Chloe says "eat me" to max after they break into the principals office, she does.

Max comforts Chloe the only way she knows how.

Mostly just AUs and drabbles featuring the teenagers of Arcadia Bay. Some are fluffy and cute, others are sad and angsty, but either way you'll enjoy them. Includes lots of different ships, but mostly Pricefield.

Perhaps, in a twisted way that personality of yours will finally work for something asides from pissing people off. That's why you excuse your inability to talk to her like a normal person would telling yourself you're only doing it to keep her away. Perhaps the drugs-and the pills, those fucking pills-make you this way. (You're a fucking liar, Nathan Prescott)

Took a shot at a drabble of a song that has been stuck in my head that seems to fit Nathan. Enjoy!