#your honour they are lesbians

[lovelizards]

"Hey pretty lady, what's wrong? Never seen a dyke bleeding out in an alley before?"

Jazz couldn't have walked more than five minutes from the entrance of the hospital to the alley. It was her usual path, behind the hospital and not too crowded.

She stood frozen for half a second, not quite processing the situation.

The young woman was badly beaten, with bruises on ever inch of her tanned skin, a swollen eye. and dried blood around her nostrils. Fresh blood oozed from what seemed like a deep wound in her side.

Jazz wasn't a doctor, she hadn't even passed her nursing exam yet! But this wouldn't be the first or last time she'd see someone bleeding heavily in an emergency.

"O -okay, okay now - " she rushed into the alley, kneeling down and pulling her scarf from her bag, "- are you with me here? What's your name?"

"Eun..." the young woman said, with a bloody grin.

"Okay Eun. My name is Jasmine, and I'm - er - well, I'm a nurse-in-training. Move your hand, we need to put pressure on this. Th- then, I'll help you to the hospital, it's right around the -"

"No hospitals," Eun muttered, gingerly pulling a trembling hand away from what was a nasty-looking gash in her hip. It didn't look as deep as all the blood made it seem, but it was the worst of the knife wounds.

Jazz sighed, then balled up her scarf and pressed hard on the wound, which caused the young woman to groan in pain, and then give her a weary, tired sort of grin; "Ouch. Good thing I like it rough -"

"That's good, cause it's gonna get rougher," Jazz joked, brushing a nervous sweat from her forehead and holding the scarf steady, "You have to go to the hospital, or -"

"No hospitals!" Eun repeated, her voice strained and desperate.

Jazz flinched. Why in the world was Eun so insistent? She looked maybe a few years younger, probably still in college - was it something illegal?

"You'd better save your breath. Look, doctors don't care what sort of trouble you're in, okay? They won't tell anyone anything, so -"

"- you trust too easy, huh?" Eun interruped, grimacing.

"Are you trying to die right here next to the trash cans?" Jazz asked, panicking slightly.

"I had a good run." Eun shrugged, her smile was pained. "Will you give me a kiss to send me off?"

"Hah, do you flirt with all of your nurses?" Jazz asked with a frustrated smile, rummaging in her bag for her first aid kit.

Why today of all days had she cleaned her bag out? How many gauze pads would it take to dress a wound like this? Was it even possible to stem the bleeding without stitching it up?

"Yeah," Eun admitted, "I like nurses."

"Well, I don't give kisses out so easy. Okay, stay just like this, I'll be right back -."

"Please don't."

Eun put her cold and blood-stained hand over Jazz's, so that both of them were pressing down on the wound.

"I don't want to be alone when I die," Eun mumbled, her eyes fluttering dangerously closed.

"Hey, you're not gonna die, okay? But I need to sew you up, and unless you want to come with me back to the hospital, I've gotta go get some things. So stay here, and don't you dare die."

Jazz moved both of Eun's hands to press down on the scarf, which was now thoroughly soaked through with blood.

"Heh, yes ma'am." Eun said, as Jazz took off at a sprint back to the hospital.

She knew where the supplies for training nurses were kept, all she needed was a practice suture kit, a bottle of antiseptic, and gauze.

No one would miss it, right? It was things she was allowed to take...with prior permission...but it was an emergency!

Inside the hospital she walked fast, but tried to stay as calm as possible and keep her hands - stained red with Eun's blood - in her pockets.

Mercifully, the supply closet was close to the front, and her fellow nurses in training recognized her with a friendly nod but didn't stop to make conversation. It wasn't until she'd ransacked the supplies, and was on her way out of the building that someone stopped her.

"Heyyy, miss Jazzy!"

Great, just the old creep she didn't want to see.

"Oh! Dr. Henry!" Jazz folded her hands behind her back, hiding the blood stains. She must have looked suspicious, even if she didn't have a bag packed full of technically stolen goods.

"Thought you were headed home! Did you miss me that much?"

"Good one, Dr. Henry. I just, uh, forgot something in the break room. But I got it now, so I'm headed out! See you later!"

"Oh, okay well -!"

But Jazz didn't hear the end of his sentence, she rushed back out of the hospital and flew down the stairs to the path back to where Eun was - thankfully - still conscious.

"You came back..." Eun muttered, her posture had sunk back against the wall, and her breathing was heavy, "I missed you."

Jazz gave her a brief smile, and then pulled the ruined scarf away from her hip. The bleeding had slowed, but not stopped.

"This'll hurt," was all Jazz said, before she uncapped the antiseptic and poured it out over the wound.

Eun sucked in a breath through her teeth, and her tired eyes snapped open in an instant. It was impressive, and yet somehow sad, that she managed not to scream in pain.

"D...didn't feel a thing..." the girl wheezed, her body tensing.

"I'm gonna sew you up now. It - it'll be a little messy, but it'll stop you bleeding, so just hold on, okay?"

Jazz's fingers fumbled with the suture kit, but once she got the needle threaded and set into the driver, she found the stitching wasn't as difficult as she worried it would be - despite her hands trembling almost as much as Eun was.

Working with actual human skin instead of a silicone mold didn't bother her as much as she thought it might, and Eun didn't squirm as she was sewed up, but her breathing did hitch every few seconds.

"Look at you," Jazz said once she was about halfway through, "beaten to a pulp and you're joking around like we're at a picnic, but once I get a needle into you, you've got nothing to say."

"I'm being good, right?" Eun breathed through weak laugh.

"Yeah, you're doing great. You'll earn that kiss yet."

It was another few minutes, at least, of quiet work until Jazz tied the last stitch, being careful - like she'd been taught - not to tie it too tight. And then it was done, a messy stitch job, but enough.

She put a little more antiseptic on the wound for good measure, then pressed a thick pad of gauze onto it and taped it down with probably a little too much tape, just for good measure.

Then, finally, Jazz sat back. She wiped her forehead and glanced up, startled to see Eun already staring at her, with a smile that - even despite the blood and bruises - was warm, and set her heart to racing.

"Well, you won't die." Jazz said, feeling a heat rush into her cheeks.

"Guess I'll have to keep living," Eun said, "are you busy later? I know a nice wine bar."

"As if you could go anywhere right now looking the way you do," Jazz laughed, "Or me, for that matter - I knew I shouldn't have worn this sweater."

The white fabric was stained dark with blood now, anyone would think it was her who'd gotten beat up.

"You look good in it," Eun said, sitting up slowly with a weak groan, "you'd look better out of it."

"Easy, tiger. You lost a lot of blood."

"Sure, my body's all banged up. But my mouth still works."

Jazz, for the first time in a while, felt hot and flustered. She hadn't been so aggressively flirted with since a messy break-up with her ex three years past.

"And let me guess, you have no way to get home?" Jazz asked.

"I'd invite you over to mine, but yours is probably nicer."

This wasn't a smart idea. It wasn't anywhere close to a good idea. Jazz had never been the type to do things on a whim, to throw caution to the wind...

"Come on," she sighed, "I'll give you a ride, you can get cleaned up at my place. But don't get any funny ideas."

"Heh, yes, ma'am."

[viktorpartner]

Haven't been able to think about anything other than the victorian/edwardian/WW1 twink and his 80's punk almost-boyfriend for a week, send help

[sixofclovers]

a mid winter ball

[drizzledrawings]

MattiexFlora relationship dynamic

[mayskalih]

[lovelydrusilla]

jane rizzoli, i know what you are

[l9vepotions]

if i see one more person ship vicky with that blonde, milk drinking, mommy issues freak i’m gonna cry and rip my eyes out 😭

[ionaillustration]

[aspiring-artist-em]

what a slutty skirt pads, also, i didn't sleep and made a series of lesbian wolfstar because we need more of that, but this is the only one that is appropriate for tumblr (where my art got a smidge better LMAO)

[dynamene]

look i'm such a sucker for a (potential) mean sapphic woman and giving them redemption arcs, that as soon as i thought cressida and eloise gave off gay vibes, i completely forgot about everything cressida had done in the past two seasons.

[snail-studios]

👑 🐬thinking zelpha thoughts...............

[starsarehere]

so y'all think s5 will win over S4 and steal the trophy of "gayest season ever" or?

[seddillium]

this too is yuri

[bishopsbeloved]

bad idea!

kate bishop x fem reader

No matter how much of a bad idea it may seem to go back to Kate Bishop, you can’t help it. You’re like a moth to a flame

inspired by a girl in red song, mentions of sex but no actual smut, fwb/ex gf kate, dumb lesbians, kind of just a drabble icl, 1.1k words

NOTE: my requests are open!!!!! send me anything you’d like!!!!!! i can’t guarantee i’ll get it done but you’re welcome to send things in🫶

It was such a bad idea to get involved with Kate Bishop again.

It’s so stupid that this even happened. Every fucking time things end between you you’re resolute in your position, you’re determined that this will truly be the end, but Kate Bishop has this way of drawing people back in. You’ve fallen victim to her strange unspeakable allure more times than you can count. That’s how you ended up here in the first place.

Yes, okay, fine, she’s good at sex. When she sends a you up? text you can’t help the way your heart beats a little faster at the thought of the chase resuming between the two of you, of cat and mouse returning to flirtatious antics with one inevitable end. No matter how many times you try to escape it, you and Kate Bishop always seem to find your way back to one another, only to sourly part again and leave you even more lost than you were before. You don’t know what to do. You can’t fucking stand her. You can’t get away from her. You’re not sure you want to.

Nobody else has ever touched you in the way she does, or as well as she can. No matter how much you pretend otherwise she is the one you crave; she’s the one on your mind whilst the hands of others roam your body. You have this deep, innate, carnal need for her — for everything about her — not just her fingers and her tongue and her strap but also her whiny raspy voice first thing in the morning (she, annoyingly adorably, hates mornings) and the sloppy neck kisses she delivers to say goodnight and the kind of sheepish shifty look whenever she brings you a token of her love. The latter doesn’t happen much anymore, not since the two of you broke up — since she dumped you — which on paper ought to mean the two of you no longer see each other. And yet more nights than not one of you has crawled back to and somehow ended up in the other’s bed. It seems you’re both full of bad ideas, and yet neither of you can get enough.

When you wake up in her room again, the purple wallpaper adorned with medals and trophies and Hawkeye posters all too familiar by this point, that feeling of heaviness settles in your stomach. For fuck’s sake. You’re always disappointed in yourself, the morning after. There’s a reason the two of you aren’t together anymore — so why do you keep waking up in each other’s beds?

You look down at where Kate Bishop is nestled against your chest, still bare-skinned against you after last night’s activities. It’s irritating how beautiful she is even when she’s asleep. She looks so lovely in your arms you can almost imagine that being your reality again, until you harshly remind yourself Kate doesn’t want that. She doesn’t want you like that, she broke up with you and the only reason she sees you anymore is for sex. The thought leaves a bitter taste in your mouth, it makes your stomach turn, and suddenly you want nothing more than to be away from her.

Crawling out of Kate’s bed when she’s wrapped herself around you like this is never easy. Perhaps in unconsciousness, in her most vulnerable state, she’s more reluctant to let you go. Sometimes you feel a little guilty leaving before she wakes so often, but you have to, for your own good — for the good of both of you. When you’re not fucking you don’t really know what to say to her. Hey, you were the love of my life, why’d you dump my ass? No thanks. She has these big blue puppy-dog eyes that just make you feel horrible about the whole thing, and everything you’ve ever done, ever. No, you’re better off leaving now.

“You’re leaving,” says a small, scratchy voice from behind you, as you stumble about in the half-dark of the room locating your clothing. It’s a statement, not a question, but she still doesn’t sound entirely certain.

You don’t really know how to respond, you’re kind of wishing this wasn’t happening and rushing to find your other sock so you can get out of here, so you just let out a kind of low grunt of acknowledgement.

“You always leave,” Kate responds, and you don’t have to turn around to know that she’s pouting a little. You can hear it in her voice. The fact you can tell, that you know her well enough to tell only pisses you off even further, and you let out a kind of bitter laugh.

“It’s not like you fucking want me here.”

“That’s not true.” She pauses, and you hear the little noises she makes as she sits up and stretches. “I do want you here. I keep bringing you back, don’t I?”

“Yeah, cause a good fuck is all I’m worth to you,” you say angrily, before closing your eyes and tilting your head back. No. You can’t let her ass ruin your day when you have so much shit to do.

“No, that’s not true,” she tries, whilst at the same time you groan “I can’t do this, Kate.”

She sits up a little straighter, eyes wide, voice an octave higher. “W— what? Can’t do what?”

“I can’t do you.”

“But I— you keep— you keep coming back, though.”

This hits a nerve, and you laugh incredulously, finally turning around to face her. She’s looking up at you in the semi-darkness of the room, her face unreadable. “Yeah, and I shouldn’t. It’s fucking pathetic. I can’t get over my ex so I’ll sleep with her whenever she asks. It’s not— it’s— Kate, I can’t keep doing this.” You bury your head in your hands.

Vaguely, you hear the gentle rustle of fabric in Kate’s side of the room. You just need a moment to collect yourself and you’ll get the fuck out of here.

You hear her footsteps padding towards you, and you open your eyes again. She’s haphazardly tugged on a shirt and is stood before you, bare-legged, almost doleful in expression. “I’m sorry,” she says, barely a whisper. “This is all— I keep fucking up. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t know what you want from me,” you say tiredly.

“I— I don’t know. Everything. You.” She steps towards you uncertainly.

“Kate,” you say, and you’re not sure who moved first, but within moments her lips are on yours again. When she tugs you back towards the bed, you let her, your stomach churning with the indescribable sensation of simultaneous adoration and angst that her touch fills you with. She’s so pretty it actually physically hurts.

God, you’re totally fucked.

[qprpbj]

so who wants to hear like 16 pages of cherry cola yapping bc of this picture.

[sillygoofyqueer]

Crowyuan and Sha Hualing, jingling outfit buddies. Hehe.

Once Sha Hualing ‘determines’ Binghe is a cut-sleeve only, and maybe gets a girlfriend, they should become friends. They’d be the ultimate mean girl duo.

If you’ve been up to something bad, and you hear jingling coming down the hall, you’d better run! They will either verbally or literally eviscerate you! Maybe both!

Sha Hualing sometimes gains everyone's attention by just violently shaking Shen Yuan around - honestly, it's like a whole bank is in those pockets with how loudly he jingle jangles. He kind of lets it happen, blinking around in confusion as everyone goes silent; I like to think he's become immune to how loud he sounds if he so much as trips without muffling talismans on, so everyone's reactions confuse him as he's placed back down onto the floor. They're the kind of people you'd see gossiping in court, giggling and absolutely slaughtering people with words alone as they admire each other's shinies - yes, SHL sometimes has to stop SY from stealing them, but she finds it hilarious and he just REALLY wants those shinies. They get each other the best gifts because they both always just want jewellery, okay??