#marshprice

Chloe Price is a lesbian. There is no evidence of her being interested in men. People can experiment and then realize they are gay and only interested in one specific gender. Just like Willow Rosenberg is a lesbian.

“But Joyce said Chloe had a boytoy phase and had condoms” Joyce is an idiot. Also, that really confirms that it was nothing ever really serious for Chloe. most lesbians dated/kissed/fucked guys before realizing they had no REAL attraction to guys or accepting that. Compulsory heterosexuality guys. If she really feels attraction to guys than yes she is bi but there is a possibility she was with guys because she didn’t realized she had no attraction to them or didn’t accept that.

As for condoms. Condoms aren’t used just on guy’s dicks, they can be used on sex toys to have safe sex with cis girls too (btw yes you can get stds by sharing sex toys in sex without using condoms or sharing the same condom while doing it). and also consider this: trans girls

Before you say Chloe said Jeffershit is “hot for a teacher” gay people can say someone of the opposite sex is attractive, that doesn’t make them Bi or straight. They can see beauty but know they aren’t really attracted, also she was just fucking with Max. You do realize Chloe was fucking with Max, right?

In the scene “boys are so gross”, calls her boy toy phase hella stupid and when max mentions that she couldn’t see Chloe with any of the boys there she says “that’s because you have a good eye” and that she was glad that Rachel had rescued her which to me sounds like a “I thought a had thing for boys and had boy toy phase (as she calls it) but then Rachel made me realize I actually like girls only”

There is literally enough evidence in BTS and LIS to deduce that Chloe Price is interested in girls only. 

in 2015 Ashly Burch said “I think Chloe is sexually fluid. I don’t think she really likes to label herself in any particular way” buuuuuuut

in 2018 in the farewell stream:

“When they read over their predictions Ashly said (in reference to the thing about them each being on their 2nd boyfriend) ‘clearly Chloe hadn’t realized some stuff yet’ lol” (as in she didn’t realized yet that she didn’t like boys and liked girls aka lesbian)

Then in LIS:TC Wavelengths. Chloe says this in Steph's flashback

"Check out all these booths pretending they give a shit about us for one month out of the year."

Vocal confirmation about Chloe's sexuality.

Also Chloe's concept art, you literally couldn't get a more queer answer if Ann Bony rose from the grave and slapped you with a pride flag

I blame DONTNOD/Deck 9 and Square Enix for not allowing Chloe to be more overtly forward with her queerness. To me, Chloe is a butch lesbian and Zak Garriss can go to hell with his "probably gay" bullshit.

The familiar smells of Chloe linger in the air. Despite her best efforts to keep it away from Kate, the scent of cigarettes is a persistent one, and alcohol is still a frequent if not constant companion. The judgements she had about them are long gone. She’s tried her best to quit the former on a yearly basis, and she’s lasting longer every time while the later isn’t quite the crutch it used to be. The therapy is helping, as is Kate’s tender love and care, so it’s becoming more recreational now. Besides, Kate does enjoy indulging in it from time to time when the mood strikes her.

But there’s a third smell, the dank, pungent scent of the devil’s plant, if she were to borrow her mother’s phrasing. The thing that helps Chloe the most on her worst days, the little miracle marijuana. That most persistent plant, flourishing in the cracks in society, much like the woman herself. Her judgment for that has been the hardest to let go of. She heard so many horrible things about it, and about people like Chloe. And sure, she’s come to be embraced by the very people she was once warned against, but her heart has struggled to accept weed itself, no matter it’s ubiquity.

She knows it’s mostly harmless, even beneficial in a lot of cases, and it’s a damn sight better than alcohol. But knowing isn’t the same as feeling. The mind and the heart can have trouble talking to each other at times.

It doesn’t help that she’s never tried it herself.

It’s silly, they’ve been together for almost a decade now, married for almost five, and she’s never gotten high. Chloe hasn’t exactly offered, but she can be forgiven for that, Kate’s always been the kind to ask whenever she’s ready.

Maybe it’s time?

She’s seen what it does to Chloe on her good days, her goofy ball of sunshine comes out in full force, her eyes are so bright and full of life, her smiles toothy and wholehearted. What’ll it do for her?

She unhooks her mask and hangs it from the hooks hanging in the entryway they repainted to be a rich forest green, alongside her keys. “Chloe, I’m home!”

“Katie Cat!” Chloe comes bounding around the corner from the kitchen. Her sapphire eyes sparkle in the light, her crooked smile dominating her sharp yet cute features as she crashes into Kate with one of her all encompassing hugs.

Kate hugs her back with every ounce of her love as her head comes to rest on Chloe’s tender breast. Her eyes close for a moment as she savours the sense of safety and security. There’s nowhere in the world she’d rather be than in these lanky arms, listening to the badump-badump of her hammering heart.

“How was work?” Chloe asks, her voice just slightly too loud and excited for a whisper.

Giggles cascade out of Kate’s lips as she presses them against Chloe’s collar bone in a small kiss. “Nothing too difficult. Enjoying your day off?”

“You know it!” They pull back just enough to let their lips find each other before their foreheads press together. Chloe’s long arms looping around her shoulders as Kate’s hands rest on her love’s hips. “Got some pretty good stuff today.”

“I can smell it,” Kate looks up into the gleaming blue iris and pinprick pupils gazing back at her, “Seems like a fun time.”

Concern flickers over Chloe’s features, “Oh shit, I turned the fan on and opened the window, is it really that strong?”

“I don’t mind,” Kate presses another kiss against her lips, tasting the staleness, “In fact I might be feeling a little adventurous today.”

Those gorgeous eyes go wide, Chloe’s beautiful face slackening with shock. “What? Do you want to try it?”

“I think it’s a little past time that I did,” Kate says with a simple nod, beaming up at Chloe despite the lingering trepidation in her heart. She knows there’s risks, she’s helped more than one of their friends through bad highs, “And it’s just the two of us tonight, so why not?”

“Holy fuck…” Chloe’s mouth hangs open, a veritable slideshow of emotions playing over her face, “You’re not kidding.”

Kate nods again with a gentle giggle as she gets up on her tip toes to plant a peck on Chloe’s nose. “I’m not, I trust you.”

“Shit, okay, uh, yeah, come here.” Chloe’s arms move from Kate’s shoulders, taking her hand. and leading her into their cozy little living room. Their great green comfy couch sits adorned with it’s usual scattering of gifted and thrifted throw pillows. None of it matches, naturally, why would it? The clashing is just part of the fun. In front of it lays their coffee table of rich red wood, a wedding gift from Joyce. An old red Arcadia Bay ash tray laws on it, with a half smoked joint smouldering away.

Chloe leads her to the couch, sitting down on it with a loud whump and dragging Kate down with her. She follows with great aplomb, landing a tangle of limbs and laughter. Chloe’s so adorably excited as she picks up the joint and relights it. The fan at the end of the couch rattles away, blowing the smoke out the open window.

Off at the end of the couch, their handsome tuxedo cat Jack opens his eye to give them a reproachful glare for daring to disturb his nap. He resettles in moments as Chloe holds the joint up in the air like it’s a holy relic. “Okay. Katie Pie, how did you want to do this?”

“Whichever's the most fun,” Kate’s face is starting to hurt from smiling at just how enthusiastic Chloe is about this, “You’re the expert.”

“Okay, hold still.”

Kate does as instructed as Chloe straddles her lap, and for a moment she forgets herself, her heart fluttering as her hands find their familiar places on Chloe’s thighs. It doesn’t seem to bother Chloe in the slightest as she takes a long drag from the joint, her free hand reaching behind Kate’s head, lightly cupping the back of it and tilting her face upward. Kate watches, her chest thrumming with anticipation as Chloe leans in, smoke drifting out of her nostrils as she pulls Kate’s head up with her hand. Their lips meet and Kate opens them.

Acrid smoke fills her mouth, and she breathes in as deeply as she can, filling her lungs with the stuff before the coughing starts. She even manages to resist the first few spasms of her diaphragm as Chloe pulls back, a giant grin on her face as she watches Kate descend into a coughing fit.

***

She’s not sure how long it’s been since it’s that first inhale, but the world is woolly sweaters and cotton clouds in the amber glow of the evening. Everything is so soft and wonderful. Chloe’s presence is her center of gravity as she lounges atop her. At some point their clothes wandered off, but she’s not objecting. Instead her fingers are roaming over Chloe’s chest as she savours the heightened sensations. The soft, supple skin changes to the more textured areola, each delighting her in new ways as she rediscovers a body she knows nearly as well as her own.

Sure, she’s had sex with her while Chloe was high, but this? This is a revelation.

Like all of her mother’s asinine warnings, all it lead to was denying herself a whole new world of sensations and delights.

“Someone’s happy,” Chloe purrs, her fingers brushing through Kate’s long, wavy hair.

“Very. Like I am every day with you, only more,” Kate dots Chloe’s chest with a long hanging necklace of kisses, “I should have done this years ago.”

“Oh man, can you imagine if you’d asked when we started dating?” A light, breathy giggle fit erupts from Chloe, and Kate joins her in a heartbeat, “I would’ve felt so fucking guilty!”

“Oh yes, Chloe Price, the great corrupter of pure-hearted, chaste women everywhere! Who could resist such roguish charm and feminine wiles?” Kate cackles, her fingers moving to trace along Chloe’s sharp chin. How is her wife so beautiful? How is possible that the old plain Jane Kate managed to catch her eye back in those days? She had no business consorting with such a splendidly sculpted woman, yet here she is, married to her.

“Too bad for them I only wanted one innocent little virgin for my satanic pleasure rituals of getting stoned and cuddling!”

The pair of them descend further into conniptions, all sanity fleeing for the hills as the giggles begin their reign of delightful tyranny. Beautiful, charming, and hilarious. How had she lucked out so much? So many amazing people could have had Chloe, had they but been there for her when she needed them.

When the faculties of speech return to Kate, the sun has long since given up on hanging up in the sky, sinking below the horizon. The glow of the city casting it’s lights through their curtains. Jack gave up on the couch long ago, and presumably having claimed the bed by right of their absence. Let him, everything Kate needs is resting beneath her, watching her rest on her chest with a lazy, contented smile, her fingers still brushing their way through Kate’s thick locks. Kate returns the smile, her fingers running over the little tummy that Chloe’s gained over the years of making sure she eats properly. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Bun Bun.”

Kate Beverly Price closes her eyes, content in the arms of the greatest prize she could have ever won.