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Prompt Tuesday

Summary:

Prompts that I've received on tumblr, posted here. The ships vary from those mentioned above, to any and all that will be requested. Prompts will be written every Tuesday, hence the title.

Notes:

binithebabe requested chaseprice fluff

 

Also, send prompts to katemarshfield.tumblr.com!

Chapter 1: Chaseprice Fluff

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Chloe woke to an unfamiliar room, one adorned with pictures and obviously expensive furniture. When she tried to get up, an arm that was around her waist prevented her from doing so, bringing her closer to the body behind her, and farther from the edge of the bed. “Holy shit,” she whispered, trying to remember who she had slept with, and why she didn’t remember.

With a grunt, Chloe pried the arm off her, stumbling out of the bed. She was, unfortunately, not clothed, causing her to scramble to find her clothes. She wanted to get the hell out of dodge, full clothed, so looking up and seeing who she had slept with was a little bit lower on her list of priorities.

“What?” A groggy voice said from the bed, making Chloe look up, for the first time, at the person she had slept with.

“Holy shit,” Chloe said again, her arms falling limp as she dropped the small pile of her clothes.

“What the fuck?” Victoria yelled from her bed, clutching the sheets to her body. “Are you kidding me!? Get the fuck out!” Victoria threw a pillow at Chloe, which she caught.

“Look, princess. I’ve already seen everything-” Chloe was cut short by another pillow, one that hit her directly in the face. “Alright!” She grabbed her clothes and keys before scrambling out of the dorm. Before she left, she winked at Victoria. “But if you want to do this again, or go on a date, just ask. I’m sure Max will give you my number.”

“Fuck off, you punk rock ho!” Victoria yelled, a blush on her face. She got up and locked the door behind Chloe, placing her hand on her face. Her reflection caught her eye, and she walked closer to inspect it. Her face paled as she examined the marks and hickeys that Chloe had left on her neck. She let out a scream.

Max gave Chloe a look as she grinned sheepishly while putting on her clothes. “What can I say, the ladies love me.”

“Mhm. You just keep getting dressed, Casanova.” Max said, turning back to her computer.

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Unknown Number: Meet me at the little Italian place by the bay at 8pm. If you’re even a little bit late, I’ll be leaving. -Victoria