#they are THE lesbians bro
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okay but kame and asa are literally 100% in love i don’t make the rules ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
long post overanalysing and yapping about these two lesbians + spoilers for the ‘mononoke: phantom in the rain’ movie! go watch it right now if you can 👹👹
kame is literally asa’s most precious thing. you can NOT tell me it’s not. even if you don’t ship them it is very obviously canon.
asa was soo flustered and didn’t want to tell kame about this, even blushing?? like understandable though it’s basically a confession
one of asa’s first reactions was always to check if kame was okay whenever the mononoke appeared
sure, it could’ve just been a friend thing, but asa was constantly looking out for kame in the ooku
defending her and taking the blame for all her mistakes and trying to protect her from harm, standing up to awashima and mugitani
asa i know what you are i saw that blush when kame smiled after you told her she could work with you instead of mugitani (I get you she was so cute tho)
”Such neat handwriting” asa’s eyes were so soft it actually broke my heart when i saw awashima cutting kame’s hair
the well scene….just…
asa trying to pull up kame, and kame doing the same for her
also asa being sort of lifeless while she hangs there until kame tells her that ‘it’ll be alright!/I’ve got you!’ and suddenly she snaps out of her shock, gaining emotions again
also it was so cute when they were talking next to each other at night
speaking of which, kame making asa promise to not let go while they sleep and asa adjusting to a more comfortable grip while holding hand was just; auGHHH 😩
ALSO ALSO “Kitagawa made me realise what was important, what I should never throw away,” and then KAME TURNING TO SMILE AT ASA AND ASA SMILING BACK WITH THAT ADORING LOOK IN HER EYES?? (note: there was also minor foreshadowing here with the empty doll cupboard but i think that had more to do with kitagawa)
and the cut off after saying she needed to say something important was really suspicious like what did she say??
idk how this related but afterwards she became more focused and hardworking on her job(but also more rigid and firm in her beliefs) and kame tipped out her water instead of drinking it (because she became the opposite? more rebellious/defiant maybe? idk)
speaking to the medicine seller, she said she understood kitagawa’s feelings, which makes me think kitagawa also had a thing for her friend lol like there was absolutely something going on there if she(kitagawa) fell apart after her friend left
only mildly related but i believe karakasa’s next target was probably going to be kame and she was used as bait for it (as something a redditor* mentioned was asa may have sent kame away to protect her rather than the reason kitagawa did, OR lure out karakasa) edit: nvm i remembered wrong it was utayama i believe (due to perhaps resentment within the doll’s umbrella*) or asa (following the logic that awashima and mugitani were both the head housemaids(?) favoured by utayama before asa, although again the end goal was probably to attack utayama)
also when asa was addressing the other maids of the ooku before the birth celebratory ceremony and bowed, kame bowed but nobody else did (which means they didn’t respect asa)
then kame got mad and showed her support for her girl like hell yeah 👏 and asa gained more confidence which i think was sweet
oh and asa was also like “the thing that kept me grounded was lady kame�� 🥹🥹
she also said (acc. to netflix subs) “And yet, I yearned for nothing more than to share meals with Kame. And spend countless nights just staying up late, giggling and talking to her.” SHE SOUNDED SO LOVESICK 💔
btw love how the medicine seller instantly knew asa was looking for her boo lmao
anyways i think it mayyy not have been requited on kame’s side, at least canonically, but I have literally zero doubt asa was in love with her. then again homophobes and censorship. uh. it’s alright i ship them very hard either way i need more lesbians in my life hehe.
in conclusion. Harold they’re lesbians. thanks for coming to my ted talk. yeah o7
*redditors talked about the choice of karakasa as the yokai.(i reccomend reading it, it’s very interesting imo)
#they are THE lesbians bro#i was scrolling through the mononoke tag and frankly there’s a criminal lack of talk about them#maybe it’s bc the movie’s still new and the fandom’s small?#what should there ship name be? asame is cute tbh kamasa sounds like kamala lmao#mononoke asa#mononoke kame#mononoke#mononoke: phantom in the rain#phantom in the rain#mononoke 2024#asame#if they were in the modern era asa would absolutely listen to good luck babe#long post#bored’s rambles#edit: apparently their tag is#asakame#edit: woah i did not format or organise this very well. ah well. deal with it lmao
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I will NEVER not fuck with women using a traditionally masculine title. Tell me more about that girl that's also a prince.
#yes im a lesbian#yes this statement includes me bro i love those funny little titles#anyway#the locked tomb#but also uh#sort of#revolutionary girl utena#i guess
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noooo dont tug on my carabiner that's an erogenous zone
#based on my friend jokingly pulling on mine earlier LOL like bro thats basically a part of my body#lesbian#butch lesbian#lesbian yearning#butch4butch#nblw#nblw yearning#butch4both#butch fashion#butchfemme#butch#dyke#masc lesbian#carabiner#butch4femme#femme bait#txt#q
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till's straight asf i would've made out with ivan first
#bro rip ivan you would’ve loved trolling ppl online on tiktok 😭😭#born to be be an idol forced to DIE#till is blind asf look at this man bro look how hard you fumbled dumbass 💀💀#ivantill is pretty funny when they’re not doomed by the narrative ngl. it’s like two crackhead bestfriends who share the same braincell#also ignore the fact idk how to draw anyone’s hair i even looked at refs this time and it still didn’t help 💀#like they have a dif hairstyle in each frame i hate it here#i’m drawing the lesbians next i love you mizisua 🫶🏼#alien stage#alnst#alnst ivan#alnst till#ivantill#vivinos#lotus draws
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turns out they were on their way to a triple date!
just something I wanted to draw after these that I posted a few days ago:
drawing lesbians is good for the soul <3
#metroid#metroid fan art#samus aran#mario bros#princess peach#signalis#signalis fanart#elster signalis#elster 512#ariane yeong#celeste#celeste fanart#madeline celeste#sapphic#wlw#lesbian
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I love you he/him lesbians
I love you she/her gays
I love you "weird kids" with split dyed black and pink hair and they/it/bun in their bio
I love you boys in skirts and dresses and corsets who are still cis
I love you trans girls who love their masculine features and don't change how masculine or feminine they present
I love you trans boys who still love being feminine and hope you land the best suckerpunch on anyone who says "but isn't that just being a girl"
I love you gays who kiss their boyfriends and girlfriends and partners and joyfriends and all kinds of significant others in the hallways to flaunt that they're not straight
I love you people who wear flags and rainbows to shove your gayness or transness in people's faces
I love you straight guys who love makeup but can't wear it around your friends
I love you people who coin obscure genders and use only neo/xenopronouns(seriously y'all are so cool and I wish i could design flags half as cool as yours)
I love you all aromantic/asexual people
I love you all the people that the lgbtq+ community chooses to outcast to appease the world which would destroy us all
I hate you lgbtq+ community members who choose to attack those who are on your team in an effort to seem "normal"
#lgbtq#lesbian#gay#bisexual#trans#queer#nonbinary#mogai#aroace#aromantic#asexual#i love you all so much youre all amazing#sorry i saw a post with a lot of people saying “im gay/bi/trans and i dont like people flaunting their sexuality” and grrrrrrrr#its like bro we're on your team dumbass
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silly little idea about Bowsette and Princess Peach ^^
#bowsette#bowserette#bowser#princess peach#super mario#mario fanart#mario#yuri#wlw#lesbian#princess peach fanart#mario bros#cherryinthesun
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@codywanfirstkissbingo : Sleight of tongue
I wasn't super duper focused on the prompt - I mainly just wanted an excuse to draw wlw codywan. theyre pretty.
Bingo card under the cut

#cody in a crop top is special in the same way that obi wan in a dorky sweater vest is#cwfkb2025#codywan#also peep boga bead lizard on that there carabiner#i tried to make their modern outfits mimic their canon outfits#i think canon obi wan should wear a miniskirt also#i think it would be funny and i need no other reasons#he has a tunic. just make it a miniskirt. simple#obi wan kenobi#commander cody#my art#star wars#star wars fanart#modern au#i did not know what to do with this prompt tbh#i think its more geared for writing and also for a writing style that i dont have#so i just drew the lesbians insteads#but trust me bro theyre definitely fulfilling the prompt i just didnt show it#fanart#digital art#wlw codywan#sapphic#sapphic codywan
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Off Limits
chapter one : cold hearted snake



soccer player vi x talis reader
mentions : player vi, besti ekko, romance, lesbianism, modern au, college au, drama, abby tlou, ellie tlou, cheerleader reader, mention of sex, mentions of overdosing
notes: semi long chapter so get some snacks, turn your fan on and rub your feet together
edit: i ended up changing nyu to asu (arcane state university)
next chapter ->
"Jayce… don’t piss me off," you mumbled groggily, swatting at the air as you turned away from the light creeping in through the curtains. Your brother had this awful habit of waking you up early, and this time, it was no different. You groaned as you felt the edge of his foot on your nightstand, a clear sign that he wasn’t planning to leave until you gave him the attention he craved.
"Please, sis. Just tell me if they go good with my outfit. It's my junior year. I gotta look fresh," Jayce said, his voice high-pitched and over-the-top, just the way it always was when he was seeking validation.
You blinked open one eye, then the other, squinting up at him. The sight of his goofy grin—complete with his messy hair—did nothing to help the headache that was already forming. He was holding a pair of sneakers in one hand, his new must-have shoes for the school year.
You rubbed your eyes and sighed, giving him the most unimpressed look you could muster. "Yeah, Jayce. You look good," you said flatly, trying to roll over and go back to sleep.
But Jayce, of course, wasn’t done. He let out an exaggerated sigh and plopped down on the edge of your bed, his body taking up far too much space. "Don’t go back to sleep, c’mon! It’s your first day here at ASU. You gotta make a statement," he said, wiggling his eyebrows, clearly proud of his well-meaning, annoying attempt to motivate you.
You cracked open an eye again, giving him a deadpan stare. "I don’t want to hear it, Jayce. You’re lucky I’m even awake right now."
Jayce chuckled, nudging you lightly with his foot. "Get up, you lazy bum. I need to know if this shirt works with my new kicks or not. It’s important!"
You sighed, sitting up slowly, still trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. Looking at him—his eager face, his ridiculous outfit—wasn’t helping your mood. You glanced at his sneakers, then his shirt, then his whole vibe. Jayce looked like he was trying way too hard to impress everyone on his first day back. He had his typical “I’m cool” swagger on display, and you weren’t sure if you should laugh or just roll your eyes harder.
"Yeah, Jayce. You look good," you muttered, not really caring but knowing that was the answer he wanted to hear.
Jayce leaned in closer, his face inches from yours, all dramatic as he asked, "Really? I mean, really? You sure about that? ‘Cause I need you to be my fashion consultant today."
You shook your head, not even bothering to reply to his antics. You were too tired for this. But he wasn’t backing down. He was, after all, Jayce—a master at annoying people to no end.
"Don’t make me get Mom on the phone, you know she’s got the best opinions," he teased, but you could hear the hint of excitement in his voice. He wasn’t just annoying you for attention; he genuinely seemed to need your approval.
You shot him a glare. "If you don’t stop, I’ll tell Mom you’ve been wearing the same pair of socks for two days."
Jayce’s grin faltered, just for a second, before he playfully shoved your shoulder. "Low blow, sis. Low blow."
Finally, you could hear him sigh in defeat. "Fine. I’m leaving, I’m leaving. Get up, though! Or I swear, I’ll drag you out of bed myself."
You stared at him as he got up and headed toward the door, but not without another remark. "Oh, and don't even think about that raggedy bus today. We’re taking my car. And you're making a statement whether you like it or not."
The door clicked shut behind him, and for a moment, there was silence—glorious silence.
You glanced at the time on your phone. 5:47 AM. With a groan, you threw the covers off and rolled out of bed.
The thought of the first day at ASU made your stomach churn with nerves, but you couldn't show it. Not after all the teasing and endless talk of “making a statement” from your brother. You needed to at least pretend like you had it all together. So, with a loud sigh, you shuffled into the bathroom for a shower, hoping the cold water would wake you up enough to deal with the day ahead.
As you stood under the stream of water, you tried to clear your head. You'd never been one for drama, but here you were, starting college at one of the most prestigious schools in the country. It was supposed to be exciting. New people, new opportunities, new everything. But you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were stepping into something much bigger than you were ready for.
Still, there was no turning back now.
You had spent your freshman and sophomore years in Italy, a place you quickly grew to love. It was a dream come true—walking cobblestone streets, sipping espresso in tiny cafes, and studying architecture and art history in a country that felt alive with culture and tradition. At first, you were nervous about being so far from home, but Italy embraced you with open arms, and soon, it felt more like home than your actual home ever had.
The plan had been simple: you would study abroad, and Jayce would come with you. Your mom had made it clear that he had the option to join you. “Think about it,” your mom had said, “two years of sibling bonding while experiencing a whole new world.” But, of course, Jayce had shrugged it off.
"Pass," he'd said without hesitation. "All my friends are here. Plus, who's gonna keep the soccer team alive without me?"
You’d rolled your eyes when he said it, but deep down, his refusal stung. He didn’t even consider it. And as much as you hated to admit it, part of you had wanted him there. Sure, he was annoying and constantly in your space, but he was also your big brother—the one who always knew how to make you laugh when you were stressed, the one who looked out for you when no one else did. Without him, you felt a little more alone than you were ready to admit.
But Italy had been a journey all its own. You’d found your rhythm there, made lifelong friends, and grown in ways you never expected. You learned to navigate bustling markets in Florence, spent lazy afternoons sketching by the canals in Venice, and even picked up enough Italian to argue with locals over gelato flavors. It wasn’t just a study abroad experience; it was a transformation.
Then, two years flew by faster than you thought they would. And just like that, it was time to say goodbye to everything you’d built in Italy. The narrow alleyways you knew like the back of your hand, the corner cafe where the barista always greeted you with a warm "Ciao, bella," and the friends who had become family. It wasn’t easy leaving it all behind, but the opportunity to finish your degree at home on a full-ride scholarship was too good to pass up.
There was one silver lining to returning home: Ekko. Your best friend since middle school. He’d been the one constant in your life before you left for Italy, and as much as you loved your new friends abroad, no one quite compared to Ekko. He was like a brother to you, but cooler than Jayce ever could be—not that you’d ever tell Jayce that to his face.
Ekko was in ASU with a full ride scholarship majoring in Engineering, balancing school with being on the soccer team alongside Jayce. The two of them had always been close, despite being complete opposites. Jayce was loud, confident, and always seeking the spotlight, while Ekko was more laid-back and analytical, content to let his skills speak for themselves. The idea of seeing them again—especially Ekko—was one of the few things keeping you grounded as you prepared to face New York after two years away.
After your last class wrapped up, you decided to head over to the campus coffee shop to grab something to eat. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods hit you as soon as you walked in. You ordered an iced coffee and a bagel sandwich before making your way outside, where small tables with umbrellas dotted the courtyard.
Finding an empty table near the edge of the patio, you set your things down and took a seat. The campus buzzed around you as students chatted or hurried to their next destination. Sipping your coffee, you opened your book and began reading while occasionally taking bites of your sandwich.
As you lost yourself in the story, two hands suddenly grabbed your shoulders, making you jolt and nearly drop your sandwich. Your head whipped around, your heart racing, only to be met with a familiar face—Ekko.
“Holy—Ekko!” you exclaimed, standing up with a wide grin.
He laughed, his grin just as big as yours. “Surprise!”
Without hesitation, you threw your arms around him, hugging him tightly. “I missed you so much,” you said, your voice muffled against his shoulder.
“Missed you too,” Ekko said, his arms wrapping around you firmly. After a moment, he pulled back slightly, his hands resting on your shoulders as he took a good look at you.
You twirled around dramatically, giving him a full view of your outfit. His brows shot up in surprise as he took it all in. “Damn… Italy changed you in more ways than one. What happened to my (Y/N) who wore oversized hoodies and partied like a rockstar every other weekend?”
You smirked, crossing your arms. “She’s dead, but I still love a good party,” you quipped.
Ekko leaned casually against the wall, his arms crossed and a playful smirk on his face. “There’s gonna be a first-day bonfire tonight. Good music, new faces, and…” he paused for effect, “…Caitlyn Kiramman, the cheer captain, might be there. You could ask her about whether there’s a chance you’re on the team since you submitted that video for tryouts.”
Your face lit up with excitement. “You always come in clutch,” you said with a grin. “Only if you’re taking me, though.”
Ekko shook his head, his smirk turning into a sheepish grin. “Can’t. I’ve got a date for the bonfire.”
You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Aw, really? Who’s the lucky girl?”
“A girl named Jinx. She’s in most of my classes. Thought she was cute, so I asked her out,” he said, shrugging like it was no big deal. “She surprisingly said yes.”
“Surprisingly?” you teased, folding your arms and leaning toward him. “Please, Ekko, you’ve got more game than you think. Good for you, seriously.”
He chuckled, his cheeks dusted with a hint of pink. “Thanks, I guess. What about you? Got your eye on any girls here yet?”
You grinned mischievously, your voice dripping with confidence. “Always.”
Ekko leaned in slightly, his eyebrows raised. “Oh, really?” he asked teasingly.
“Yup. Vi,” you said with no hesitation. “She’s really hot—pink hair, tattoos on her back. God, I would love to take a ride on h—”
“Oh, fuck no,” Ekko interrupted, his voice sharp as his expression shifted to something between disbelief and warning.
You blinked, startled by his sudden tone. “What?!”
Ekko groaned, running a hand down his face. “She’s a player, (Y/N). I should know. She’s on the soccer team with Jayce. Don’t mess with her—you’ll get hurt. Real shit.”
You frowned, confused by his sudden seriousness. “What are you talking about? She seemed fine when I talked to her earlier.”
He pushed off the wall and crossed his arms again, his expression dark. “I’ve seen it happen. She’s got game, yeah, but not the kind you want. I don’t like the way she moves. I used to hang out with her, but I stopped for a reason. The only time I’m even around her is when Jayce is.”
You huffed, crossing your arms. “Okay, but maybe she’s different now.”
Ekko narrowed his eyes at you, unimpressed. “Look, I’m just saying—don’t let her mess with your head, (Y/N). You’re better than that. Just…be careful, okay?”
You rolled your eyes, though a small part of you appreciated his concern. “Fine, Dad.”
When you got home, Ekko’s warning was the last thing on your mind. Vi was texting you, and there was no way you were going to ignore her. She was too hot not to respond to. Balancing your bag on your shoulder and your coffee cup in one hand, you pushed the door shut with your foot. As soon as the door clicked behind you, you checked your phone again, a grin spreading across your face as you read her latest message.
Heading upstairs, you scrolled through the playful back-and-forth between you and Vi, feeling giddy. The attention she was giving you was addictive. You were so lost in the conversation that you didn’t notice Jayce stepping out of the bathroom until you nearly bumped into him.
He stood there with a towel slung around his waist, droplets of water still clinging to his skin. He raised an eyebrow as he noticed the stupid grin on your face. “The fuck are you smiling about, dopey?” he teased, crossing his arms over his chest. “You look a little too gay right now.”
You rolled your eyes and brushed past him. “Ha, ha, hilarious,” you muttered, holding your phone a little closer as you tried to move toward your room.
But Jayce wasn’t going to let it go. He reached over and snatched the phone right out of your hand.
“Jayce! What the fuck!” you yelped, spinning around and reaching for it.
Jayce held it out of your reach, laughing as he glanced at the screen. But his laughter quickly died when he saw the name at the top of the conversation. His eyebrows shot up in disbelief. “You’re fucking around with Vi?” he asked, his tone dripping with judgment.
“It’s the first day, so not yet, clearly,” you snapped, grabbing your phone back with an irritated glare.
Before you could retreat to your room, Jayce stepped in front of you, blocking your path. His expression shifted to something more serious, almost protective. “Whatever you’re doing with her, stop. She’s a close friend of mine, and she gets around, (Y/N). It’ll be awkward as hell, and on top of that, I’m not trying to get embarrassed by you.”
You rolled your eyes, brushing past him. “Whatever,” you muttered dismissively, though his words stung.
Jayce didn’t move from where he stood, following you with his eyes as you turned toward the stairs. “Hey, wait. Are you going to the bonfire tonight?”
You stopped and turned to face him. “Yeah, Ekko has a date, so I need a ride. Can you take me? Mom and Dad still haven’t gotten me a car yet, so I’m stuck.”
Jayce shook his head immediately, folding his arms again. “Oh, you’re not going. No way. Vi’s gonna be there, and that’s officially off fucking limits.”
Your jaw dropped in disbelief. “What? What the fuck, Jayce! I can’t even go socialize?”
Jayce gave you a hard look. “You’re not going to socialize, (Y/N). I know how you are when it comes to alcohol and…other shit. Or do I need to call Mom and tell her you need to go back to Italy after I let you relapse?”
His words hit you like a slap. Your stomach dropped as anger flared in your chest, and your eyes burned with unshed tears. “Fuck you, Jayce,” you said, your voice trembling with a mix of rage and hurt. “What a low blow.”
You yanked your arm out of his grip and stormed up the stairs, slamming your bedroom door shut behind you. You locked it for good measure, leaning against it as hot tears began to roll down your cheeks.
Outside the door, Jayce’s voice softened, guilt creeping into his tone. “Wait, sis… I didn’t mean it seriously,” he said, knocking lightly.
You didn’t respond. You couldn’t even look at him right now.
When it became clear you weren’t going to answer, Jayce sighed. “Let me know if you want anything to eat when I get back,” he said quietly before walking away. The sound of his footsteps faded down the hall, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
While you sat on your bed, still upset over the argument with Jayce, your phone buzzed. You glanced at it, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw it was a text from Vi.
Vi: Are you coming to the bonfire party? I wanna see you.
You hesitated for a moment before typing back.
You: Can’t. My brother’s not letting me go. And I don’t have a car. He was my only ride.
Her reply came almost instantly.
Vi: Well, I have a car. Give me your location and get ready. I’ll pick you up, beautiful.
A grin spread across your face despite everything, and you quickly sent her your location. Tossing your phone onto the bed, you sprang up and went straight to your closet. You scanned your options until you finally settled on a black fitted mini-dress paired with, a denim jacket draped off your shoulders, and chunky black boots. The look was edgy yet flirty—perfect for a night out.
You glanced in the mirror and realized your makeup was a mess from crying. Grabbing a makeup wipe, you cleaned up the smudges, reapplying your eyeliner and lipstick carefully. After smoothing out your hair and giving yourself one last look-over, your phone buzzed again.
“I’m parked outside the complex,” the text read.
“Shit,” you muttered, scrambling to find a cute bag. You tossed your phone, keys, wallet, and lip gloss inside, then rushed out the door.
As you left your apartment complex, you gave the doorman a quick wave. “Goodnight!” you called, like always.
“Have fun!” he replied with a knowing smile.
Outside, a sleek car idled by the curb. You spotted Vi leaning against the driver’s side, her pink hair glowing under the streetlights. She grinned when she saw you, and as soon as you slid into the passenger seat, she leaned over and kissed you.
You froze for a second, caught off guard, but then you melted into the kiss, returning it shyly. When she pulled back, her smirk was devilish.
“Nice place you live at,” she said, glancing at the complex as she started driving. “A friend of mine stays in one of these apartments. You must have a lot of money to live here.”
You shrugged, trying to play it cool. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.”
Vi gave you a quick side glance, her smile softening. “Well, good for me. I like spoiled girls,” she teased.
As soon as you and Vi stepped onto the sandy beach where the bonfire party was in full swing, she casually draped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in close. The heat of the fire reflected in her smirk as she held you there like she had no care in the world.
Immediately, you pulled away, glancing around to make sure no one—especially your brother—had noticed. “Stop,” you hissed, swatting at her arm. “You’re going to blow my cover. I’m not even supposed to be here, remember?”
Vi chuckled, stuffing her hands in the pockets of her ripped jeans, clearly enjoying your paranoia. “Fine, fine,” she relented. “But text me when you’re ready to leave.”
“Where are you going?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I’m gonna go find Jayce and keep him occupied,” she said with a smirk, already scanning the crowd. “Don’t worry, princess. I got you.”
“Cool,” you said with a nod before slipping away from her, weaving through the bodies of drunken students and the glow of the bonfire’s flickering flames.
Your eyes darted across the party until they landed on Ekko. He was in the middle of a crowd, dancing with a girl who had strikingly light blue hair, her movements wild and carefree as they swayed to the music.
“Hey, Ekko!” you called out over the sound of the music.
Ekko turned his head at the sound of your voice, a grin forming when he spotted you pushing through the crowd toward him. “(Y/N)!” He gestured for you to come closer. “This is Jinx. Jinx, this is (Y/N), my best friend since middle school.”
You smiled, sticking out a hand for her to shake. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Instead of shaking your hand, Jinx’s face lit up, and she immediately pulled you into a tight hug. “Sorry, but I’m a hugger, girl,” she said, squeezing you before letting go. “And middle school? That’s so adorable!”
You chuckled. “Yep. We used to do chemistry projects together in high school and blow shit up. My parents had to pay millions.”
Ekko laughed, shaking his head. “Yup, we were menaces,” he agreed, nudging you playfully.
Jinx grinned, eyes flickering between the two of you. “I like you already.”
The party was loud, the music pulsing through the air as laughter and shouts filled the night. You were mid-conversation with Jinx when suddenly, a random frat guy shoved an opened Cayman Jack into your hands. The condensation from the bottle chilled your skin as you instinctively curled your fingers around it.
“Chug, pretty thang,” he slurred, grinning like he had just offered you the holy grail.
“Oh, um… no, it’s okay. I’m taking a break from drinking,” you said, trying to hand it back to him.
Instead of taking the rejection, he popped the cap off with his thumb and shoved it back toward you, his eyes wild with excitement. “Chug!” he chanted.
At first, it was just him, but soon, others joined in, the word picking up like a wave, echoing louder and louder around you. "Chug! Chug! Chug!"
Ekko shot you a worried look, his lips parting as if he was about to intervene, but before he could, the pressure of a dozen eyes on you—waiting, watching, expecting—became too much. Without thinking, you tilted your head back and downed the entire drink, the carbonation burning your throat, the alcohol hitting your stomach like a rock.
“There, happy?” you said, shoving the now-empty can into the frat guy’s chest.
He let out a cheer, eyes gleaming with drunken satisfaction. Then, in a final act of bravado, he crushed the can against his forehead with a loud crack and stumbled off into the crowd.
Ekko’s hand was on your shoulder in an instant, his grip firm but gentle. “Fuck…” you muttered, your stomach twisting. Your fingers trembled slightly, your body already remembering the ghosts of your past. “I haven’t had a drink since I…”
Ekko rubbed your shoulder reassuringly. “I’ll get you some water.” His voice was calm, but you saw the worry in his eyes. He turned to Jinx. “Watch her for me?”
Jinx gave a quick nod, her face uncharacteristically serious.
Ekko disappeared into the crowd, leaving you standing there with the taste of alcohol still lingering on your tongue.
“What’s wrong?” Jinx asked, tilting her head.
“I—I just…” Your voice faltered.
Before you could finish, a voice sliced through the noise, sharp and furious.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
Your stomach dropped. You turned to see Jayce standing a few feet away, his face twisted with anger, his fists clenched at his sides.
“I’m just hanging out, Jayce,” you said, trying to keep your voice even.
Jayce scoffed, stepping closer. “(Y/N), I can smell the alcohol on your breath.” His eyes darkened, his voice tight with frustration. “Shit, dude—not even a whole two weeks and you’re already relapsing?”
Your throat tightened. “I’m not relapsing. I was just pressured into taking a drink by those stupid frat boys,” you argued.
“Bullshit,” Jayce snapped.
Ekko returned just in time, a bottle of water in his hand, but he barely had time to process what was happening before Jayce was right in your face again.
You barely heard him, your mind spiraling as the weight of his words sank in.
Yes, you were an addict in high school.
After your dad’s death, you took it harder than anyone else in your family. You fell in with the wrong people, numbing the pain however you could. The night you overdosed, you had been left in an alley, a needle in your arm, your body convulsing, vomiting, barely clinging to life.
Your mother couldn’t handle it anymore.
Instead of sending you to rehab, she sent you to Italy—far away, somewhere new, somewhere she hoped you could start over. And you did. You got therapy. You worked on yourself. You fixed yourself.
But now, standing here with Jayce looking at you like you were a failure, it felt like all that progress meant nothing.
His next words shattered whatever was left of your resolve.
“Go home,” he said coldly. “I don’t care how you get home—just go.”
Then, without waiting for a response, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing there, your vision blurring with tears.
Ekko’s hand found yours, squeezing it gently. “Come on. I’ll take you home.”
Jinx nodded, stepping closer. “Yeah, I’ll come too.”
You swallowed hard, forcing down the lump in your throat. “Thanks. Just—let me say goodbye to someone first.”
Ekko nodded. “Cool. We’ll wait by the car.”
He took Jinx’s hand, leading her toward the parking lot, leaving you alone in the middle of the party, feeling like the ground beneath you was slowly cracking apart.
You pushed through the crowd, weaving between sweaty, drunken bodies, the pulse of the music thrumming in your ears. The fire in the middle of the yard crackled, casting flickering orange light over the partygoers gathered around it. Your breath was shallow as you scanned the area, searching for Vi.
And then you saw her.
She was standing by the fire, her red hair illuminated by the flames, her toned arms flexing slightly as she laughed at something. But she wasn’t alone.
A girl with long blue hair stood close—too close. She traced her fingers up and down Vi’s arm, her nails dragging over the inked skin like she had every right to touch her. Vi smirked, that signature, cocky grin that made your heart race earlier in the night. But now, it only made your stomach twist.
Then, before you could even process what was happening, Vi grabbed the girl by the waist and pulled her in. Their lips crashed together in a deep, messy kiss—not just a casual peck, not like the ones you and Vi had shared. This was something more. Their bodies were flush, Vi’s hands gripping the girl’s hips, their mouths moving like they’d done this before.
You felt a lump in your throat, but not because you were heartbroken. No, this wasn’t heartbreak. It was disappointment.
Because everyone was right.
Vi was a player. A flirt. She wasn’t the kind of girl to settle down—not even for you.
Without a second thought, you turned away, pushing through the crowd with more force this time, ignoring the people who grumbled or stumbled in your wake. Vi didn’t even see you.
By the time you reached the car, Ekko and Jinx were already waiting.
“You good?” Ekko asked as you slid into the backseat.
You didn’t answer. You just stared out the window, watching as buildings and trees blurred past. The streetlights flickered across your face, casting shadows that stretched and disappeared.
You didn’t cry.
You didn’t even feel angry.
You just felt disgusted.
For the first time in two years, that familiar, suffocating feeling crept back in—the one that made your skin crawl, the one that made you want to disappear.
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Is it too much to ask for someone to make a Caitlyn assassin AU?!









#PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE#ik yall see the vision#on the low... ill pay#bro will actually do anything not to write shit themselves 😁#leauge of legends#arcane#assassin!caitlyn#caitlyn kiramman#caitlyn kiramman x reader#vi x caitlyn#caitvi#piltover's finest#violyn#wlw#lesbian#writers on tumblr#fanfic
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big day for transmascs
#tf2#tf2 scout#team fortress 2#tf2 comic spoilers#anyone else base their entire personality around him as a youngster and it had permanent effects?#patron saint of butch lesbians#he highkey looks like brown widow from the venture bros but that’s neither here nor there#also yes he’s at the Paul revere house i mean come on he lives near the north end#love that dirty water
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ken only has a great day if barbie looks at him, but gloria ALWAYS has a great day when she looks at barbie




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Wait a minute, this isn't my bing-bing wahoo game!!!
What is this?!?!
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*fingers aggressively gripping my thighs* Yea I think about that one sleazeball a normal amount.
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yk how men ask women what drs stands for or who won the british grand prix of 1639 when we say we like f1? i think we should band together and start asking them about lore. when was the brocedes divorce hm? 🤨 why’s nico called britney? how did toto and susie meet? #womeninmalefields
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