QUEEN / BITCH !

ind. victoria chase, written by jay

[vortexbtch]

                                                                                      𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐁𝐓𝐂𝐇!!

                                     an independent, mutuals-only portrayal of VICTORIA CHASE from LIFE IS STRANGE. follows canon/au. ships with chemistry. heavy themes present.

[vortexbtch]

et-inarcadia-ego​:

Rachel’s heart softens, coinciding with a rush of affection for Victoria. She isn’t exactly a stranger to people wanting to make a move, but it tends to be less… Delicate. A frat bro trying to show her his room, a Vortex Club guy asking if she wants to ‘really party’, or worse, older guys who don’t care how old she is, being much more forward. 

“Vic…” Rachel speaks before she’s given herself enough time to figure out what she’s going to say, but that forces some of her own vulnerability. 

“There’s nothing wrong with that. If… If it was just a passing thing, caught up in the moment? Cool. I should be so lucky!” Rachel smiles, taking a breath before she continues. “If it was… More? That’s okay, too. You’re still you, and liking me—or any other girl—won’t change that.”  She looks over at Victoria, her expression mischievous. “Hey. You still want that kiss?”

Victoria grimaces at the soft way she says her name. It’s so light, inviting. It slowly makes the meticulously-built walls that she’s spent years building ebb away, giving Rachel a raw, unfiltered version of herself. Unsure. Scared.

She swallows. Looks up at Rachel with an expression that’s hard to discern - somewhere between hopeful and  hesitant. 

“ ...You’re kidding. ”’

It isn’t meant to be overtly skeptical, but her head shoots up almost immediately at her words. She stands, moving close, eyeing her. As though searching for any sort of affirmation that yes, this can happen. You’re going to be okay.

“...You really want to kiss me.”

[vortexbtch]

“ this just in: max caulfield is a gross nerd who probably doesn’t shower. ”

[vortexbtch]

anyways don’t even tell me that victoria’s aggressive behavior towards people she’s interested in ( max, rachel, etc. ) isn’t a direct result of conditioning by her parents ( mostly her mother ) that being a lesbian isn’t good for her reputation bc

[vortexbtch]

wowowo i can’t believe i’ve missed this place so much

[morememesforall]

word prompts compilation

complies THIS MEME // THIS MEME // THIS MEME

ADD ++ FOR REVERSE

[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention

[ wake ] for your muse to wake mine

[ cover ]  for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket

[ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc.

[ kiss ]  for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning

[ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair

[ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair

[ embrace ]  for your muse to hold mine

[ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room

[ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer

[ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger

[ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s

[ weep ]  for your muse to catch mine crying

[ eat ] for your muse to offer mine food

[ hit ] for your muse to attack mine

[ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance

[ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine

[ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap

[ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring

[ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually

[ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support

[ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm

[ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand

[ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did

[ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine

[ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap

[ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down

[ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away

[ dream ] for my muse to share dream with yours

[ nightmare ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare

[ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation

[ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury

[ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine

[ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger

[ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine

[ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine 

[ goodbye ] for my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye

[ secrets ]   my  muse  sharing/confiding  a secret

[ bloody ]   for your  muse  coming  to  my  muse  with  blood  stains 

[ drunk ]   your  muse  takes  care  of my very drunk muse 

[ bed ]  my  muse wakes up in  the  same bed as your muse with little  recollection  of  the  night  before

[ scream ]   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  runs  to  them

[ trail ]   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scars,  asking  them  about  it

[ piggyback ]   my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride

[ jump ]   my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs

[ carry ]   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house

[ lighter ]   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette

[ shot ] my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses for aid

[ wound ] my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten

[ fight ]   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else

[ arrest ]   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  

[ hospital ]   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened

[ betrayal ] my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them and  confronts  them  about  it

[ nude ] my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked

[ karaoke ]  for our muses to sing together

[ wet ]   your muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for my muse  to  join  them

[ crawl ]  for  your  muse  to  crawl  into  bed  with  mine .

[ flower ]  for  your  muse  to  offer  my  muse  their  favourite  flower

[ gift ]  for  my  muse  to  surprise  your muse  with  a  gift

[ homemade gift ]  for  my  muse  to  make  your muse  a  gift

[ bestow ] for your muse to give my muse a gift, bought or handmade ( bonus if you add what it is )

[ serenade ]  for  my  muse  to  sing  to  your  muse

[ caress ]  for  your  muse  to  gently  run  their  hand  down  my  muse’s  face

[ caught ]  for  your  muse  to  catch  my  muse  wearing  their  shirt .

[ love letter ]  for  your  muse  to  give  my  muse  a  love  letter  they  wrote  for  them

[ boop ]  for  your  muse  to  boop  my  muse  on  the  nose

[ date ]  for  my muse  to  ask  your  muse  to  go  on  a  date

[ confess ]  for my muse  to  confess  their  feelings  to  your  muse

[ sleepy ]  for  my muse  to  slowly  fall  alseep  on  your muse

[vortexbtch]

[vortexbtch]

et-inarcadia-ego​:

Rachel isn’t being nice. She’s treating Victoria this way because it’s what Victoria needs, and Victoria would do the same for her. Begrudgingly, and in her own way, but she would. 

She shuts up, like she’s told, but only to suppress a laugh, but then Victoria starts to spiral, and she rests a hand on her shoulder. 

“Hey, hey. It’s fine. I’m not telling you to kiss me. You’re not at the party, no one’s here to force you to do anything.” Rachel smiles, squeezing Victoria’s shoulder before she drops her hand. She’s not stupid, she’s seen how Victoria looks at her, when she thinks Rachel isn’t looking or doesn’t see. Pausing, she weighs her options before speaking. 

“… Is that why you got so angry?” Her voice is low and soft, gently prodding and fully ready for Victoria to lash out. “Did.. Did you want to kiss me? Back at the party?”

Victoria can’t stand the way that her body allows her to unravel at every touch, every soft word. Ever since they’d met, the fact that Rachel was able to look through her, into her soul and see practically everything, all the insecurities that she was fostering close to her chest, has been the most maddening thing.

At the same time, it’s relieving. 

She swallows. Debates whether or not she wants to answer the question. Rachel would know she’s lying if she does, of course, and attempting to do so wouldn’t get her anywhere. She knows this, just as she knows that admitting it will cause a shift in the perceived innocence of their relationship.

There’s a nod, a quiet whisper. “I-...I did.”

[vortexbtch]

et-inarcadia-ego​:

Rachel is, frankly, surprised that Victoria is feeling generous enough not to throw something at her and tell her to fuck off and die. With that generosity, she makes a slow approach, sitting on the couch opposite Victoria’s bed. 

Victoria had a point, Zach had always been that guy. A future frat bro, the kind of guy Rachel expected to see at their ten year reunion wearing his letterman jacket over a massive beer belly and sporting a premature bald spot. 

After tonight, she’s not entirely confident Victoria will let him live long enough to get there. If asked, Rachel would help her hide the body. 

“Well I thought you dated him because it would piss Juliet off. But she’s pretty over it now. You could toss his ass out. If you wanted, I mean.” Rachel chuckles, but the noise dies when she sees the tears brimming in Victoria’s eyes. “Oh, Vic-”

Clumsily, Rachel pushes off of the couch enough to get herself to the bed. She goes so far as to reach to put her arm around her friend, before thinking better of it and letting her hands fall in her lap. 

“You better be crying because he fucked up your night, not because of him. He’s not worth it, you know.” Without really thinking, Rachel adds, “I would’ve kissed you if he wasn’t there. Just saying.”

God.

Rachel is too nice. No matter how unreasonable Victoria is, no matter how much she rages, she’s there to be the patient one, the level head. One of the only few people who manages to remind her who she is. That no bad mood can stop her being Victoria Chase.

She hates it.

“Shut up.”

I would, too, is what she meant to say. But panic rises in her throat, like bile, it’s unrelenting. The amount of times that she’s told herself that she’s not that way, the boys she’s dated to keep up that persona - none of it matters. Not with Rachel.

“Just don’t. We can’t...I can’t-”

A tremble. A hesitance. Victoria knows perfectly well it isn’t an I don’t want to reaction. The words are there, in her throat, refusing to be spoken aloud, make themselves known. She does her best to avoid her gaze.

[vortexbtch]

et-inarcadia-ego​:

@vortexbtch​

“Haha, told you she’d pussy out! Rach, that’s cool, you can just kiss me—”

“That wasn’t the dare, Zach, and you’re gross for trying to make your girlfriend kiss me to get your off.” In the strobing lights of the dying Vortex Club party, Rachel’s eyes blazed with anger. Victoria had rushed off to God knows where, pissed and likely embarrassed her boyfriend was such a pig. She shoved off the ground, stumbling to her feet before catching herself and turning to follow the direction Victoria had gone. 

Rachel didn’t see her outside, not even her shadow in the spaces streetlights didn’t cover. Swearing under her breath, Rachel took a stab in the literal dark, and jogged towards the dorms. Mercifully, it didn’t take long to get there, and she heard the telltale slam of Victoria’s dorm door, eliciting a chorus of protests from students who had gone to bed at a normal hour. Walking briskly down the hallway, Rachel knocked on the door once, twice, before cracking it open just enough to slip through. 

“I… Am so sorry, V.” Slumping against the wall, she crossed her arms. “I didn’t think he’d do that you. The guy’s a real dick. You know it’s totally fine, right? Like, no one else thinks it was funny. What is, 12?”

She rolled her eyes, risking a small smile in Victoria’s direction. “You can do way better.”

She didn’t know what had gotten into her when she agreed to date Zach in the first place. Yes, he’s desperate. Yes, he’s average-looking at best. And yes, he was incessantly annoying after the entire fiasco with Juliet, constantly blowing up her phone to hang out, even after she blew him off time and time again.

But, he’s simple. Easy. A good distraction from - everything else going on in her head. It wasn’t even that she didn’t want to kiss Rachel. 

The problem is that she did.

The final straw was the Vortex party. Of course, they got a little stupid. It’s one of the only times they have to unwind, act like real teenagers who aren’t pretending to be people they aren’t, the people they wish they were and the people they want to be. 

Victoria is still a little tipsy when she makes her hasty way to her dorm. Her fingers shake, chest hot and throat dry as she tries to calm herself. To stop her shaking fingers, her hands form fists, clenching until knuckles turn white.

She doesn’t look in Rachel’s direction when she approaches. Hell, she has half a mind to tell her to get out, let her have her breakdown in peace. 

“You didn’t?” she sneers. “Please, Rachel. The guy is an asshole. Why do you think we dated in the first place? It’s not because he was such a nice guy and we get along so well.”

Refusing to reach up to dry her eyes, which have begun to sting with frustration, she finally turns to look at Rachel, arms at her hips.

“What are you doing here?”

[cthylle]

ok yes i may be evil and morally corrupt but i’m also incredibly beautiful and i think that makes up for it honestly

[vortexbtch]

I’M NOT PERFECT, OKAY? I’M A TEENAGER AT AN ART SCHOOL.

written by jay.

pinned.