#helena 💖

[heatwa-ves]

Are you still doing art rqs?!?!? If you are I suggest Maya and phoenix baking something 💗

every day I think about how we never got a sprite of phoenix in the waitress outfit 😔😔😔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

[itsraining-honey]

reject modernity

EMBRACE TRADITION!!!!!

here’s a bonus cute helena hehe :3

[artistic-endchamber]

MORE incorrect Quotes!!! (Ft. Neva, Solara, Giana, Josele, Helena, and their s/os!!)

Giana: What are you in the mood for? Yuno: World domination. Giana: That's a bit ambitious. Yuno: You are my world. Giana: Aww... Yuno: Giana: Yuno: Giana: OH. -- Solara: Hi, I'm Solara, and only you can prevent forest fires… seriously, it has to be you. I'm sure as hell not gonna do it. -- Nacht: Can I ask you for a favor? Josele: I would literally die for you, but continue. Nacht: We need to talk about you starting sentences that way.

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Josele: Help, someone at prom has been killed! Morgen: Calm down, we don't need you to Panic! At the Disco.

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Yuno: Here’s the cold medicine you asked for. Yuno: dumps 3 shopping bags of wine on the table Nacht: …Thanks. -- Nacht: Josele, we tried things your way. Josele: No, we didn't. Nacht: I did it in my head and it didn't work.

-- Solara: Does everyone know their job for today? Josele: Water the flowers. Helena: Vacuum the carpet. Nozel: Wash the dishes. Yuno: Pretend to be a wolverine. Solara: Close enough. -- Helena: People tell me I have a unique way of lighting up a room. Solara: It’s called arson and those people are called witnesses. -- Josele: Helena, don’t go picking a fight with Nozel. Don’t forget, they’re powerful, they could make life difficult for you. Helena: Wow, I wonder what it'd be like to have a difficult life.

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uhnmkoiuhnjkiouhnJKIHBNJIUHNJKI THESE ARE F U N N Y . @lyranova @thoughtfullyrainynightmare @kalolasfantasyworld @loosesodamarble

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

[foreverinthepagesofhistory]

Princess Helena and Louise of Great Britain and Ireland (later Princess of Schleswig Holstein and Duchess of Argyll) with their little brother Prince Arthur Duke of Connaught dressing up for a tableaux, 1850s ✨💗

Royal Collection Trust / © His Majesty King Charles III 2023

[kennedysharper]

whenever I'm sad I just remember that scene in re6 when ada runs away from leon and helena encourages him to go after her and FINALLY for the first time in his life ever since meeting her he's like NO I WON'T enough of that I'm staying with you we're sticking together as if he's finally having his emancipation and helena gives him that soft warm smile and my heart explodes in happiness the serotonin runs through my veins the dopamine exploding in my brain my skin as soft as a baby's world peace archived

[cherrypieships]

FOR YOUR BOP S/I: 📝🥰 🙈 🎞️

OUGHHGGGH THANK YOU KITTY MY FRIEND 🫶🏼 sorry it took me almost a WEEK to answer this i am simply! a silly goose!!

📝 How would your story in canon go? How would you influence the events of the original story?

Tbh I haven’t fleshed Scarlet’s canon story out a whole lot!! I lean towards her being a reporter following the events of the crossbow killings and getting caught up in the crosshairs. She has the power to adjust people’s emotions which is sort of how she gets her way thru the story, and I think she’d mostly be following Montoya around until she meets Harley and becomes like. Instantly smitten. She meets Helena when the other Birds do and is also instantly smitten 🥰

🥰 How would someone who loved you portray you?

Omg I think the ppl that love Scarlet would find her so funny. She’s the more levelheaded realist between Helena’s nihilism and Harley’s act-without-thought attitude and I feel like fans would love that she’s essentially the kindergarten rope that holds the Birds of Prey together.

🙈 Why would your ship be thought of as cute/fluffy? Why would your ship be considered problematic?

Definitely cute and fluffy because of the support and adoration they all have for each other. The scene in the diner where they’re all gushing over one another? It’s that times a thousand. And truly the only problematic reason i could think of is maybe ppl who disapprove of poly relationships!

🎞️ What ‘canon’ scenes would the fandom point to as evidence for the validity of your ship?

DINER SCENE FOR SURE the three of them gushing at one another while Montoya and Dinah and Cass are like 👀 ALSO the scene where Helena slides down the tunnel and Harley goes “you are SO cool” and Scarlet’s probably like blushing and biting her lip.

[hbcsource]

I ask if the film world is more forgiving, if there is a way back for some people? "I don't think there is for someone like Kevin Spacey. And Johnny certainly went through it." She is referring to Johnny Depp, who was once part of a cinematic trio with Bonham Carter and her former partner, Tim Burton, working together on films including 2007's Sweeney Todd. Depp is also godfather to their children, Billy Ray, 18, and Nell, 14, and Bonham Carter said in an interview in 2020 that she felt the allegations against him didn't make sense: "There's something quite old fashioned about Johnny, with these manners."

Does Depp have a way back? "Oh, I think he's completely vindicated," she replies. "I think he's fine now. Totally fine." I ask if the US libel case between Amber Heard and Depp was the pendulum of #MeToo swinging back. "My view is that she got on that pendulum. That's the problem with these things - that people will jump on the bandwagon because it's the trend and to be the poster girl for it."

- Helena Bonham Carter in 'The Sunday Times Magazine' | November 2022

[spider-jaysart]

A baby Dami for today💖

(Click for better quality)

He had to wear Helena's bicycle stuff for protection lol

[stinkrascal]

TRANSCRIPT

Yakov: Hurry, thrall, before my cup runs dry. Thrall: Yes, master.

Yakov: And didn't I tell you to bring some bottles for the table? Thrall: Of course, sir.

Nadia: A thrall who doesn't listen? [ chuckles ] Reminds me of someone.

Helena: Y'all are too harsh on 'em. Nadia: You are too lenient, darling.

Helena: You keep on breaking their bodies, pretty soon you won't have anyone left. Yakov: No matter. If its body breaks, I'll find a new body.

Yakov: Stop skulking. Come here. Breanna: ... Yakov: I'm speaking to you, girl. Breanna: Huh? Who? Me?

Yakov: I've never seen you before. Breanna: I'm... new. Yakov: Who are you? Breanna: Uh, Breanna. And you are? Yakov: I'm the one asking questions. Breanna: Well that's rude.

Helena: Don't be nasty. At least she got the memo to wear white. [ giggling ] His name is Yakov, and I'm Helena. We belong to headmaster Nadia's coven. Breanna, is it?

Yakov: Do not speak to the fledgling like we are equals. Nadia: Calm yourself. I know this one.

Nadia: You're Vladislaus's new spawn. I can tell. Breanna: You know Vlad? Nadia: [ giggles ] I must admit, you're exactly as I imagined you'd be. Breanna: What's that supposed to mean? Nadia: Oh, nothing.

Yakov: Ah, I see. So you are the pet's pet. Truthfully, I don't care who you are.

Yakov: You aren't welcome here. Leave, now—

Yakov: Ah... but you are such a cute little thing, aren't you?

Breanna: Huh? Yakov: Hurry, thrall. Bring the girl a bottle.

Yakov: Pretty girls deserve to drink only the finest wine. Isn't that right? Breanna: Shit, I won't argue with that. So what are we celebrating anyways?

Yakov: Go on, tell her your good news. Helena: ...I'm leading a hunt soon— Yakov: Soon, she will be the one who leads the hunt! Is it not delightful?

Breanna: Hell yeah man, that's delightful as fuck. Yakov: Please, you must join us. Nadia: An astute idea, Yakov. I agree. I'm eager to see how you fare.

Nadia: Perhaps you can teach Helena a thing or two.

Vladislaus: You are drunk if you believe I would allow such a thing.

Vladislaus: She has no business leaving the Hollow. Breanna: But I wanna go with them.

Vladislaus: It seems my mentor has corrupted your poor mind already. How unfortunate.

Nadia: You are so surly, my darling. Won't you join us for a drink? Vladislaus: No, we should leave. There is still much training to do. Nadia: You will attend the gala, won't you?

Vladislaus: If I must. Nadia: Good. You have no choice. Why don't you bring your little spawnling with you? Vladislaus: ...That is a great idea, headmaster.

Breanna: You know, you could ask first. Vladislaus: Come, Breanna. Let us be on our way. Breanna: [ sighs ] You really don't listen, huh?

Breanna: Bye y'all, I had a lot of fun!

Breanna: Thanks for the free wine! 💖

Yakov: [ groaning ] Ugh—that little bitch was in my head! Helena: Should we go after her?

Nadia: No. Leave her. I question if she even realizes what she's done.

[mackjlee9]

kay i'll take advantage of the hyperfixation bc i'm hyperfixated too 😋 this one is quite angsty? Depends on how you wanna do the end bc i'll leave it up to you

u see how in re6 chris asks leon if he will protect ada despite all the damage she did and he says yeah he is? What if instead of chris asking is leon's long term boyfriend since raccoon city?

like reader kinda knows he's still not over ada bc let's say reader went with him to rescue ashley in re4 and well, ada was there and shit.

so with that reader this time KNOWS leon is till not over ada no matter how much time has passed and he feels kinda betrayed bc they had a full ass relationship since raccoon city and it's been YEARS.

ending up to you ofc depending on how interested u are on writing this lmao. bye byee 💖

Ehe- I tried lol

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader [Angst]

Maybe spoilers if you haven't played/watched re6?

Masterlist.

Resident Evil 6

(M/n) almost couldn't believe how awful this vacation was turning out to be.

From shooting the president to chasing after Ada herself, Helena could look at him with an apologetic look in her hazel eyes. (M/n) hasn't explicitly told her that he and Leon were dating, just said they were together on a vacation to relax and unwind a bit from their job on the D.S.O, but the situation had become worse than they initially thought.

And now Ada was involved? Well, when wasn't she honestly, that woman seemed to have some sort of GPS on Leon because she always showed up wherever he was, it was rather odd, still, he didn't question it, coincidences were pretty common in this kind of job.

Just look at it this way, they met with Sherry a while ago and now Chris was here too.

The three of them chased after Ada, Leon in front, and (M/n) right behind him, while Helena did her best to keep up behind them, but she was injured and she was struggling to keep up the pace. (M/n) stopped and made sure she was okay, before realizing how far Leon had run already.

"(M/n), go! I'll... I'll be fine, you go after her," she said gently pushing him away, and (M/n) hesitated for a moment, but Helena's reassuring smile helped him make up his mind.

He continued running after Leon, hearing two more foreign voices echo in the building, his eyes observing how Ada was cornered by two BSAA agents and as one of them pulled the trigger, Leon hit the gun away, immediately getting involved in a fight with the man. (M/n) arrived just in time to catch a stumbling Chris and prevent him from falling when Leon kicked his stomach hard enough to make him lose his balance.

Chris groaned from the pain, even when he was kicked over his bulletproof vest, Leon has always been known for having strong legs after all.

"Here," (M/n) mumbled while standing up and helping Chris get up from the ground, hearing him grunt a small 'thank you', all the while still being pointed by Leon with his pistol, "Leon-"

"Shut up," was all the blond said, making him swallow and nod, standing back whilst Chris and Leon started arguing. About Ada, and why she needed to die. (M/n) saw Leon clench his jaw, tightening his hold on the grip of his pistol, his cold blue eyes staring into Chris', "She's a key witness, we need her."

"A witness? She's the one that did all of this!" Chris replied, angry at what Ada had done, and probably at Leon for stopping him earlier.

"No, it wasn't her, it was Simmons, the National Security Advisor," (M/n) looked at them, hearing Helena's stumbling behind them and he helped her stand up. He wasn't sure what he was expecting the outcome of this discussion would be, but something told him he wasn't gonna like it.

"I lost all of my men because of that woman!" Chris yelled as he approached Leon, who kept a firm stance, not even blinking at his outburst.

"And I lost over seventy thousand people, including the president, because of Simmons!" He replied back with the same tone, followed by a deafening silence, the light of a chopper landing on them through the window.

Chris sighed and looked down, shaking his head before staring back at Leon, "She works for Neo-Umbrella, you know what that means?"

(M/n) watched as Leon sighed, "I do."

Glancing back and forth between the two of them, (M/n) took a deep breath, and took a step forward, slightly covering Chris with his body, he doesn't know what made him do it, maintaining eye contact with Leon's blue eyes, that remained cold and serious.

"After all she did to you, to me, to us... You're still gonna protect her, Leon?" The few seconds of silence that followed made his ears ring, the fact that he had to think about it let him know his answer.

Leon's stare hardened, seemingly unfazed by (M/n)'s words, not caring about the pain in his voice.

"I am."

(M/n) released a dry chuckle, turning around and walking away, "I was scared you were gonna say that," he mumbled as he left, finding another way to go downstairs. While he waited for them, he saw a flash of white, soon followed by Ada's body gracefully flying with her grappling hook.

They made eye contact for an instant before she ran away again, like she always did, never deviating from her mission.

He unzipped his pouch, his fingers wrapping around the velvet box, gripping it tightly as tears began gathering in his eyes. (M/n) had planned this vacation perfectly, wanting to make it special and memorable, after all, he and Leon had been in a relationship for 15 years... Or so he thought, because it seemed like he was the naive one who thought that way, when Leon was clearly smitten to Ada, after everything that happened... Everything he had done to make Leon happy...

(M/n) sighed and rubbed his temple before lowering his hand to grab his pistol, but before he could, he hit one of the pouches around his hips, his world freezing and breaking down piece by piece when he realized what he had kept safe there during this whole ordeal.

All of it had been wasted, maybe... Someone else would appreciate all his efforts?

But who? He has never loved anyone other than Leon, and it's not like he could simply move on to someone else, that wouldn't be fair to the other person.

(M/n) observed the black box in his hand, hearing the footsteps of Leon and Helena approaching his position, and he had to dry away the tears that had managed to run down his face, turning toward them with a hint of a smile, putting the box back and closing the zipper again.

"We have to keep going, let's go," he will figure out what to do when all of this is over, but right now, they had a job to do.

[heatwa-ves]

Everytime the playlist at my workplace plays heat waves I think of you <33

YEAHH that's the goal 💖 I love that song soooo much

[pink-sparkly-witch]

Taken for Granted, Part One

Summary: Having had his share of dangerous situations and close calls in Houston, this was meant to be the start of a quieter, slower life for Beau, Y/N and their daughter. Taking the job as Acting Sheriff in Helena, Montana, was a dream come true until Beau starts to spend far too much time with Jenny Hoyt, in and out of the office. At first, Y/N doesn’t mind too much, but one night Beau misses his daughter’s hockey tryouts and phone calls in favour of shooting tequila in a bar with his co-worker, and Y/N isn’t sure if she’s being taken for granted or if something bigger is going on that she needs to worry about.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Female Reader

Warnings: Meet cute, flirting, angst, mentions of injuries, arguments, language, accusations of cheating.

Bingo Square: Free Space for @j3bingo

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: This is my first submission on my @j3bingo card. It was beat’d by the lovely @writethelifeyouwant and is my first Beau fic! I hope you enjoy! 💖

My Masterlist     AO3    Ko-Fi

Being married to a police officer wasn’t easy, and Y/N knew that. She’d lost count of the number of promises she’d made throughout her younger years that she would never fall for a cop, and so in true Y/N fashion she did, in fact, fall for a cop.

She was from a police family; her grandpa, dad, and brothers had all felt the calling, and she knew they were disappointed that she didn’t follow the same path. It was like she wasn’t ‘one of them’ because she didn’t wear a badge and carry a gun, and their relationship became tense and strained.

Then she met Beau Arlen.

Finally, her family saw her differently. She became the hero because it was the stronger person that sent their loved one off with a goodbye kiss every morning, not knowing if they’d come home.

“So, uh… I’d really like to see you again. Take you on a date,” Officer Arlen had said after questioning her about the brawl that broke out in the bar where her friend’s bachelorette party was in full swing.

“Have they changed the rules about cops dating witnesses, Officer Arlen?” Y/N smirked.

“You’ve corroborated what fifty other people in this bar saw, but you didn’t see enough to be an official witness,” Beau explained.

“I don’t do cops,” she replied, trying to sound uninterested and not fall for his boyish charm and infuriatingly handsome face.

“I’m not asking you to “do” me, Miss Y/L/N, I’m asking you to go on a date with me,” the officer smirked, and she rolled her eyes.

“I don’t date cops,” Y/N changed her wording, trying to make him give up and leave her alone.

“Why, you got a problem with authority or something?” Beau was grinning. She knew he was flirting with her, and although he was cute and she was tempted, Y/N knew the second he found out the truth about her, he would run for the hills.

“You have no idea who I am, do you, Officer Arlen?” Y/N said, chuckling when he looked like he was searching through a Rolodex in his brain.

“Well, ma’am, I’m pretty sure I’d remember if I’d hooked up with a woman as beautiful as you. In fact, if we’d hooked up, I would never have let you go, so it’s not that.” Beau was teasing and she knew it. She’d have already gone home with him if he had any other career.

“You really have no idea who I am?” Y/N asked again, more seriously this time.

“Should I?” he replied, his tone matching her seriousness for the first time since he’d questioned her about the fight.

“Huh… I’m surprised my face isn’t ingrained in y’alls memories at training,” she mused. “My father is Joe Y/L/N, Chief of Police.” Now if that didn’t get this guy to back off, nothing would, Y/N thought.

“Is that meant to scare me away, or…?” Beau let his question hang in the air, and she had to admit, his complete indifference to who her father was–who her family were–only made him more appealing to her.

“When most guys find out who my father is and that I have three brothers on the force, they usually run a mile in the other direction.”

“I’m not most guys, darlin’.” Beau’s charming smile was obnoxious. And intoxicating. And stunning. “So, how about that date?”

Already on her way to falling for him, Y/N agreed to a date, and they’d been together ever since. They got married two years later, just before he was made detective, and she’d been by his side every step he climbed in the ranks of Houston P.D. Three years into their marriage, Y/N gave birth to their daughter, Maisie.

Growing up as she had, Y/N was well aware of the risks being a cop came with, but Beau took it to a completely new level. He was always going against protocol, putting himself in dangerous situations and taking unnecessary risks.

The worst incident had been when he ran after two armed robbers without waiting for backup. He caught one of them, but just as he handcuffed him and read him his rights, the other thief turned and fired. He’d been incredibly lucky that the bullet only hit his clavicle. If it had landed an inch to the left, it would’ve got his carotid artery and killed him.

Six months back on the job he did the exact same thing: chased down two armed drug dealers without any backup. Both perps opened fire this time, and it was a miracle he hadn’t been shot again.

They’d had the worst argument of their entire relationship after that, leading to Y/N not speaking to him for days. She felt it was more than justified because he’d been seriously wounded less than a year before and gone through several surgeries and weeks of physiotherapy. Not to mention Maisie was only four years old and Y/N really didn’t want to tell their daughter that her daddy wasn’t coming home.

Two weeks later and still in the midst of a silent standoff, Beau had tried to tell her that a dangerous operation to take down the biggest drug kingpin in Houston was going down that day. Y/N remained silent as she packed Maisie’s lunch for kindergarten and at his insistence that they talk about things, she’d responded pettily as she lifted Maisie out of Beau’s arms and made to leave for the day.

“I’d say be careful, but you and I both know you don’t know the meaning of the word,” Y/N spat at him.

“Darlin’, please,” Beau had sighed, defeated but knowing he kinda deserved it. Even he knew he’d been stupid chasing after armed suspects without waiting for backup. Twice.

“At least this time, try to remember you have a daughter and a wife at home and to not get yourself nearly killed.”

Beau didn’t make it to the precinct that morning. A dirty cop on the task force had told the cartel boss what was going down, and Beau had been attacked and kidnapped from a gas station as he’d filled the car on his way to work. He’d been held hostage, tortured, and beaten for four days.

When they finally found him, he’d been at death’s door. Lucky to be alive, all of the doctors had said. The first time they let Y/N in to see him after they’d run their tests and stitched him up, the sight of her husband’s broken and beaten body almost killed her.

Watching her sob at his bedside, Beau had tried to calm her down, but the guilt she had over their fight, over what her last words to him were, and the fear that she’d almost lost him—again—was too strong. She couldn’t even hug him for fear that she’d hurt him more.

All night she’d sat by his bedside, watching him sleep, thankful for everything she still had and grateful he’d fought so hard to stay alive for her and Maisie.

The next morning, they’d agreed to never go to bed, or leave the house angry at each other, again. It’d been too much of a close call, and they both knew they’d never forgive themselves if the worst had happened and they hadn’t been speaking.

After his first dose of morphine for the day, when Beau no longer felt like he’d been hit by a bus, he encouraged Y/N to curl up with him on the uncomfortable hospital bed, giving both of them the comfort and affection they’d missed for the past few weeks.

That promise to never go to work or bed angry at each other lasted for eleven years. Yes, they argued and had disagreements, and more than once they’d gone to bed or about their days hurling a rather aggressive “I love you” at the other, but they’d never left the other in any doubt that they still loved and cared for the other.

Until now.

This was the sixth night in a row Y/N had gone to bed alone, and just as many days she’d woken up that way too. Beau had told her that moving to Montana would make it better, that he wouldn’t work as long hours or have as many dangerous encounters as he’d had in Houston.  At first, he had been right.

The first few months in Helena had been great. Beau was home in time for dinner every night, and they had breakfast as a family every morning. He didn’t even have a close call once a week, never mind several times a day. By all accounts, in those first couple of months, being Acting Sheriff in Helena, Montana, had been everything Beau and Y/N had hoped for.

Then he started working longer hours and responding to calls a sheriff should be sending his deputies to. Not to mention Beau would attend those calls with an officer who wasn’t even his partner. An officer he was currently in a bar with; drinking tequila, singing karaoke, and posing for pictures with, according to her social media. And so, once again, Y/N had gone to bed alone.

The sound of the shower running roused Y/N from sleep, and she glanced at the alarm clock. Frowning at the late hour, she turned on her back and set her gaze on the ceiling as she waited for the water to shut off.

It felt like an hour, but she knew it was only a few minutes later that Beau emerged from the bathroom, rubbing his damp hair with a towel.

“It’s a little late for a shower,” Y/N stated, making Beau jump, clearly startled she was awake.

“Jesus, darlin’, you scared the crap outta me!” Beau chuckled. “Did I wake you?”

“You were having a shower at three in the morning, Beau, of course you woke me.” Y/N’s voice was filled with irritation that she knew he’d be able to pick up on.

“I’m sorry, baby. It was a later night than I planned. Thought I’d save some time by showering now instead of the morning.” Beau carelessly threw his damp towel onto the bathroom floor and walked towards the bed, completely naked and standing at half-mast.

Normally, the sight of him naked and hard would have her salivating and pouncing on him the second he lay down, but not tonight. Tonight, she couldn’t help but visualise Jenny on her knees sucking him off. She didn’t know where the unwelcome image came from, she knew he wouldn’t cheat on her… or at least she used to know that. 

Logically, Y/N also knew that the fact he was hardening with every step he took meant that that kind of activity hadn’t been happening while he was out, but she was hurt and confused and still half asleep. And men did not drink tequila in bars with other women all night and then come home at three o’clock in the morning and jump straight into the shower if they’d been faithful now, did they?

“I’m surprised you’re walking in a straight line. It looked like quite the party you and Jenny were having to yourselves.” The irritation in Y/N’s tone had increased tenfold since she last spoke.

“It wasn’t that kinda night, what with Jenny’s mom being in the wind again.” Beau frowned, and the fact that he was playing the night down hurt even more and made her exhausted with the whole situation.

“Huh,” Y/N huffed. “Social media really must be all smoke and mirrors after all because she didn’t look too beat up about it in the photos. In fact, it looked like you two were having a great time shooting tequila and singing karaoke, looking all cosy together,” she spat and turned her back on him.

“Y/N,” Beau sighed.

“I need to get some sleep. I promised Maisie I’d get her to school early tomorrow so she can pick up her uniform before her first practice with the senior hockey team.”

“Maisie made the team?” The pride in her husband’s voice made her smile for the briefest of seconds until she remembered she and their daughter were mad at him right now.

“Yes, which you’d have known if you’d come to the game tonight instead of going out drinking, or if you’d picked up any one of your daughter’s eight calls. You know, she was really upset that she couldn’t get a hold of you, Beau.”

“Great,” he said as he slid a large, warm palm over her waist, and she shivered at his touch. “I’ve upset both my girls.”

“All for Jenny and some tequila. I hope she was worth it, Beau, because I don’t know if I can keep doing this.”

“Y/N, come on,” he pleaded, “it was just a few drinks.”

“For the fourth time this week. And until three in the morning again. I haven’t physically spoken to you since Friday, and the only reason we’re talking right now is because you woke me up. You know, all these late nights with another woman are starting to throw up all sorts of red flags, Beau.” Y/N said angrily as she turned to look at him.

“You know I’d never,” Beau’s firm voice and clenched jaw almost made her back down but he needed to know. He needed to hear this.

“Do I?” she scoffed. “Jenny isn’t even your partner, and yet you go on every case with her while her actual partner does what, huh? Sits at his desk and throws a football across the bullpen to his buddies? You’re the sheriff, for crying out loud, Beau! You don’t need to go out on even half of those calls! And then when your shift is over, the two of you run off to whatever dive bar you can find on the outskirts of town where no one knows you, and you can practically grope each other all night and-”

“Y/N, I’m gonna stop you right there. There is nothing going on with me and Jenny, okay? We’re just friends. And  she’s going through a tough time right now,” Beau tried to explain, but Y/N scoffed again and pretended not to notice that Beau was looking quite hurt that she doubted him.

“And tell me, Beau… would you believe that bullshit excuse if it was me, huh? What would be running through your mind if I was out drinking with a co-worker, singing karaoke, pulling him into hugs, playing with his hair and getting up close and personal with him?

“What would you think about that co-worker posting what looks like incredibly intimate photos on social media, knowing you could see them? Our daughter could see them? That the whole town could see them?” Y/N paused and showed him her phone.

She watched intently as he scrolled through the photos Jenny had posted with her arms around him, her head on his shoulder, her gazing up at him like he was the goddamn messiah. She watched as his face paled with the realisation of what those photos—particularly the last one—looked like.

“And what would you think if I came home from a night out, where there were photos of me and another man, who was “just a friend” like that,” she pointed at the photo of him and Jenny, his arm around her shoulder and his head resting on hers, one of her arms was around his waist, and her other hand resting on his chest, both smiling softly like they didn’t want to be anywhere else.

“What if I ignored all of your and our daughter’s calls, and when I finally came home, I went straight into the shower at three o’clock in the morning.”

“Y/N, I know what it looks like,” Beau tried to explain, but she couldn’t. Not right now. If she didn’t hit this home, he wouldn’t know just how much it had upset her.

“See, I don’t think you do. Not really. Because if it was me, you’d think showering so late meant that I was trying to get rid of the evidence of being with another man. You’re a good cop, Beau. A great one, even. So I find it really hard to believe that you wouldn’t think that. And that you wouldn’t have realised that things were getting far too close in there.

“And if something like this happened when we were still in Texas, you’d have ended the night right away and came home to your wife… or maybe that’s it. Maybe without my dad and brothers having eyes and ears everywhere, you’re finally free to do what and who you want!”

Y/N threw the duvet off her body and sat up on the bed. Dragging her pillow with her, she stood and walked across the room.

“Baby, where are you going?” Beau asked, and she could hear the regret in his tone.

“Anywhere that’s not here. I don’t want to be anywhere near you right now.”

Y/N barely slept a wink, and she knew her agitation was hard to hide in the morning. As she prepared the coffee machine, every drawer and cabinet door was closed a little more firmly than usual, and she seemed to have developed a fondness for huffing very loudly at inanimate objects.

“Did Dad even come home last night?” Maisie asked as she entered the kitchen. Y/N wanted to scold her daughter for her impertinence, but even she couldn’t deny that it was a fair question. He hadn’t been here when they’d gone to bed or woken up for the better part of a week. For all either of them knew, he hadn’t been home at all in that time.

“Hey!” Beau’s raised voice carried through the kitchen. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh!” Maisie exclaimed dramatically, “So that’s what you look like. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you that I was starting to forget.” Her sarcastic grin was uncannily like her mother’s, and it simultaneously made Beau’s chest burst with pride and broke his heart.

Y/N raised her eyebrows in surprise. Maisie had always been a daddy’s girl, and the fact that she was giving him a hard time was proof of how hurt she was too. Beau looked to Y/N, his expression begging her for some backup. Instead, she shrugged and carried on packing Maisie’s lunch, making it clear that this time, he was on his own.

“I know I haven’t been around much, baby girl, and I’m gonna change that, okay?” Beau said softly, sighing when Maisie scowled at him.“Mom said you made the team! I’m so proud of you, Maze,” he smiled, trying to defuse the tension building in the room.

“Where were you?” Maisie asked, tears welling in her green eyes, looking more vulnerable and hurt than Y/N ever wanted to see her daughter, and it made her even angrier.

“I’m sorry I missed the game–” Beau started but was interrupted by a scoff from his daughter.

“I’m not mad that you missed the game, Dad. You always miss stuff like that because of work,” she explained quietly. “But you always answer my calls, and last night you didn’t. So, where were you?”

“I… I was–” Beau struggled to figure out what the best thing to do was. Lie and hope Y/N didn’t rat him out or tell the truth and upset his girls even more than he already had.

“Your dad caught a case late last night. He was at the scene when you were calling, and by the time he got back to the station, he knew you’d be asleep,” Y/N answered for him, and Beau had never been more grateful to her for covering for him.

“Are you ready, honey? We need to get moving if you don’t want to be late for your first practice,” Y/N said and watched as Maisie smiled for the first time since dinner last night.

“Yeah, let’s go. Bye, Dad!” Maisie jumped off the stool and rounded the kitchen, hugging Beau before heading out to the driveway.

“Thank you,” Beau said quietly, stopping abruptly as Y/N raised a finger to stop him talking.

“Don’t you dare thank me for lying to our daughter. And don’t ever expect me to do it again. I did it to protect her, not you. If she finds out the reason you missed her game and didn’t answer her calls was to go out drinking, you will break her heart.

“You get this one for free. Next time… and I swear to God, there better not be a next time, but if there is? You are on your own. I won’t save you.” The venom in Y/N’s voice made him flinch. He’d never felt worse than he did right now, and he swore to himself that he’d never make his wife so angry again.

“It’s not just me you’re hurting here, Beau.”

Y/N picked up her purse and stormed out the front door, not stopping to kiss him or say goodbye; just gone.

And Beau didn’t blame her in the slightest.

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[mothmoth0]

I wanted to show you my OC from Boku No Hero Academia :)

Her name is Helena Cruz and she is an mexican exchange student from class A. Her quirk is Fox which allows her to transform and have the abilities of a fox when activated, but she is also able to adopt characteristics of other animals for a short period of time due to a mutation in her quirk.

She is an energetic and optimistic girl who cares a lot about others and she's part of the trans community 💖🏳️‍⚧️

[f4ll-for-you]

Complicated | Modern Aegon

This is dedicated to my ANGEL @valeskafics I hope you enjoy bby💖

Also a HUGE thank you to @arcielee, a writing goddess who helped me with this, you are amazing!!!🫶

Warnings: smut, mentions of drinking, Targaryens being rich snobs

Three months you’d been dating Aegon Targaryen, your best friend's older brother. After a year of pining after you, you’d finally given in and let him take you on a date, which of course, ended up with you in his bed the next morning. It took a month for you to believe he actually cared, given his fuckboy reputation that he needed to uphold. Luckily, you were happy to keep your relationship secret to avoid hurting Helaena's feelings, she didn't get along with her brother, and if she knew you were dating him you were sure she would feel betrayed. 

However, that was only the tip of the iceberg with Aegon's family. Rich, well connected, always throwing fancy dinner parties, nothing like the life you’d experienced growing up. To earn extra cash while at university, you’d often waitress at the parties, tending to Aegon's family and friends whilst they looked down on you, treating you like you were nothing and constantly forgetting your name. Yet another reason to keep your relationship secret.

Tonight, both you and Aegon were getting ready to go to the annual ‘Targaryen Family Gala’, both to attend in very different ways. You arrived at the house, through the ‘staff’ entrance, dressed in a white shirt and short black skirt, your apron basically covering it. You smirked to yourself, knowing Aegon's eyes would likely be on you most of the night. You wished Helena could be there, even if she was ‘one of them’ she always made things more bearable.

As the party began to liven up, you circled the guests, handing out champagne from the tray you were carrying. You watched Aegon in the corner with his mother, Alicent, watching her talk at him as if he were a child whilst rolling his eyes, looking up to the ceiling as if to ask for help. Making your way over, you offered them both a drink, smiling politely at the pair of them, Aegon’s cheeky wink going unnoticed by his mother. 

You continued gliding around the party, slipping in between slightly drunk, wealthy men and women. Readying another tray of drinks, you recognised two familiar voices speaking in a hushed tone, angrily going back and forth in conversation.

“Aegon look, you are twenty now, you are to carry on your father’s legacy and you must have someone suitable by your side to do it with,” you heard Alicent whisper-shout. 

“I don’t want to settle down, I’m enjoying myself, mother,” Aegon slurred, clearly having had one too many. 

“Anyway, there’s far too many options out there to settle for one,” he joked and Alicent scoffed in disgust. 

“There’s one now,” Aegon spoke, looking a tall blonde girl up and down, “I’ll be off.” He turned to smirk at his mother before walking away, enjoying her frustration and disappointment. 

Your heart dropped in your chest, you knew Aegon liked to keep up appearances, but you’d never had to watch it firsthand. A wave of anger filled your system, seeping through your body as your hands began to shake. You took a deep breath, two can play that game, you thought to yourself. 

For the rest of the evening, you flirted with each and every boy you came into contact with. You smiled innocently at Aegon every time he noticed, watching him clench his jaw at your actions.

Once his friends took an interest in you, it was game over; Aegon stormed over to you, grabbing your arm not so gently. He didn't care about the eyes of his family and friends staring at him in confusion as he dragged a waitress out of the large ballroom. “What the fuck was all that,” he growled at you, not even stopping to look at your expression before pulling you into the nearest room. 

He let go of your arm, walking further into the room, running his hands through his messy blonde locks. “Are you going to answer me Y/N?!” he shouted this time, still with his back to you. You smirked, enjoying how riled up he got because of your actions. 

“What did I do?” you shouted back, your anger from earlier refuelling. “What did you mean, Aegon, when you went off to ‘get to know’ that beautiful blonde earlier?” You asked, your words laced with jealousy. 

Aegon turned, meeting your eyes, looking shocked for a moment, before his usual cocky attitude resumed. “We agreed to keep this secret, I was merely acting the part,” he remarked, smirking at the redness in your cheeks caused by your rage. 

“As was I,” you spat, “so if you don’t mind, I’ll be getting back to my job.” Spinning around where you stood, hand reaching for the door handle. 

Before you could turn the handle, a rough hand grabbed your ponytail, pulling you back into his chest. “You’re not going back out there until everyone realises you’re fucking mine,” Aegon whispered into your ear, his breath hot on your neck, wetness pooling between your legs. 

Keeping one hand tightly around your ponytail, his other hand grabbed your hip, guiding you towards the back of the sofa and bending you over it. Your cunt clenched with anticipation as he palmed your ass, ripping your skirt up in one motion, making you almost bare in front of him. “Already wet for me, little slut,” he purred, looking at the damp patch of your panties. 

He slid one finger lightly up your clothed slit, making you stifle a moan, refusing to give him the satisfaction he craved. Aegon pulled his hand away in response, quickly coming down to slap your bare ass. You jolted at the action, only making you soak your panties more. “I will do this until you moan for me” he threatened, you clenched again at the thought, rubbing your thighs together for some much needed friction. 

“So desperate, so stubborn,” Aegon crooned before landing another heavy slap to your reddened skin. 

Two, three, four more came before you broke, whimpering at his touch. “Are you going to be a good girl for me now?” he asked, leaning down towards your ear as he spoke. 

“Yes,” you whined, barely louder than a whisper, your eyes glassy with desperation. 

Before you could even think, you felt Aegon shove his fingers into you and began to pump them into and out with precision. The familiarity of his touch brought you close to your first high and you bite your bottom lip to try and stop the noises you desperately wanted to make.He released his harsh grip on your ponytail to your throat, lightly squeezing each side. The combination of his long fingers curling into you and his hand around your neck had you seeing stars, your first orgasm approached as you moaned loudly, tightening around him, his hand dripping with your juices. Aegon brought his fingers up to his mouth, savouring your taste like fine wine.

He then knelt behind you, barely giving you enough time to recover before attaching his mouth to your centre, licking up the juices he’d missed. “Mhm no, Aeg, too much,” you whimpered in response, trying to pull away from the overstimulation.

Aegon moaned into you as he grabbed your hips, pulling you back into his mouth as he dipped his tongue inside you. You were sure his fingers would leave marks, just like he wanted. “Fuck Aegon,” you couldn’t keep your moans at bay as he kitten licked you clit, brining you towards yet another orgasm. 

“So, fucking, perfect,” he spoke against you, the vibrations of his voice making you scream out in pleasure. 

He added two fingers into you once more, curling into your sweet spot as he lapped and sucked at your clit in unison. Your body began to shake as you came, screaming his name as you clutched onto the back of the large sofa. “That's it baby, let them know who owns you,” Aegon spoke as you rode out your high.

Aegon unzipped his trousers, his cock slapped up against his chest, his tip leaking precum. You looked back at him, eyes wide knowing what he was about to do, already feeling exhausted from your previous two releases. 

He pushed into your dripping cunt, giving no time to adjust to his size. The grip on your hips tightening as he pounded into you, the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. “Fuck, so tight, you were made for me princess,” Aegon moaned and his hand returning to your hair, pulling you back into his chest to find a deeper angle. 

The new angle allowed him to once again reach your sweet spot. You could feel your cunt begin to flutter around his length. He moaned, relentless to chase his own release with a desperation to fill you with his pearly spend. Trembling, your climax washing over you, coaxing his own as he spilled into you. The pair of you scream each other's names in pleasure, forgetting the party down the hall. 

Aegon pulls out of you gently, caressing your cheek. “Do you think now is a bad time to tell my mother we’re dating?” he jokes, looking into your eyes. 

You look wearily up at him, a wide grin appearing on your face, “at least you’ve settled down.” 

[mysterycitrus]

do you have good comic recs for cass and helena? i'm currently writing a fic and i want to include cass, but written accurately to her character.

while helena, i just love and grew up on her character when watching jlu as a kid. her and the question were my favorites.

thanks in advance if you answer this and have a great day/evening 💖

yeah! cass research!! one of my favourite topics!! ur in luck cause her character bible is batgirl (2000) by kelley puckett, and it’s a really exceptional comic that tells u everything u need to know about cass. i’d read no man’s land first because that’s her formal character introduction, and u also get some great character moments for helena! then batgirl, then bruce wayne murderer + fugitive to see how she operates with the gotham supporting cast. after that we tragically enter the dan didio dark ages (derogatory) but she still briefly appears in batgirl 2009 and red robin. i’d also read gates of gotham for some fun interactions with damian. that should give u a very solid foundation, and u will know how to judge if a comic she’s in is worth reading. do not read one year later under any circumstances. there is no one year later in dc canon.

as for helena i haven’t read a tonne of her solo stuff — huntress 1989 is probably the best place to start for her origin, and cry for the huntress was an arc in the 90s robin ongoing. gail simone’s birds of prey is a classic, obvsly, and she’s great in no man’s land, but i’d also recommend cry for blood by greg rucka and huntress: year one. i really wish she was around more in group stuff — aside from the birds, she’s a great pairing for kate kane and tim drake.

wrt to writing cass my only advice is that she isn’t placid or silent, she’s like if bruce wayne was a seventeen year old girl (indescribable torment). no one has ever cared about human life the way cass cain has.

[yamino]

I posted a 9-page Altea/Helena comic for early access for Patrons! 💖💙