helena harper aint in no new game cuz she busy at home taking care of me
btw open for requests helena harper blog and other rant dumps
btw if yall gonna send hate do it thru comments not thru anon yall some wimps im crine
Content: established-relationship, what happens before living together, arguing, bickering, relationship progression, cry, angry, yah
Word Count: 1080
Warnings: Arguing, Annoying characteristics, Inexperienced writer, inconsistent tenses, not proof-read, dialogue might be confusing
les go :p
If humanity were ever to attain a state of perfection, it would create a new set of rules to make sure another unachievable standard is imposed
Thatâs why you embrace the entirety of your relationship with Helena, including the arguments
The first âargumentâ you guys ever had were before the relationship was even official; surprisingly, both of you bickered more in the first few months you ever met than the first two years you were dating
It really, really stung. She thought you were the prettiest lady to ever grace the earth, and you simply justâŠwerenât aware?
Worst of all, you seemed to be pretty friendly with other people. You seemed so outgoing, certain people talked so highly of you, yet with your team you kept the strictest professional distance. Sure, this made sense, but gosh was it hard for her to not take it personally â arenât you supposed to make yourself like-able to the boss?
Her head would at times race. Was it the rumors? Did people perhaps tell you she was the CIAâs problem child?
First mission? Horrible, as a stubborn person you hated being bossed around by her but didnât talk back. Of course, as any mature person you did as expected. But it was just something about her orders in specific that made you hot (duh, attraction)
All of this built up into your later missions, in which you defied her orders to save a civilian
Of course, she was extremely mad and scolded you. And of course, you talked back. The bickering lasted for a good ten minutes until you decided to back down, realizing you may genuinely be fired for insubordination
The file never came
Consciously, you were so relieved. Though subconsciously, this just made you bolder
Because of this, at some point it just reached a level in which members of your team would genuinely head into missions expecting arguments. Had you not been someone so lovely outside of the job, this situation wouldâve got you kicked out
However, anything passionate and deep is a form of love. All this quarreling built up into a space in which both of you felt comfortable to share the saddest parts of your lives. This is why, both of you headed into a pacific relationship.
Though a true and torturous argument made its way one year into the relationship. You thought it wasnât something gradual that built up, and that it was rather sudden. Well, that was quite an ignorant assumption to make
After witnessing you and a childhood best friend go out together one night, her possessiveness went into overdrive
It did not help either that she brought this up 2am after a tiring shift
Why was it an issue now? You had always hung out with your friends during the night, why was it that Helena became cranky now?
Soon enough, the apartment filled with noise. Not yelling, because it is never necessary to raise your voice, but just loud enough to project the annoyance that consumed the atmosphere
The first fault a relationshipâs communication style has is to insult instead of explain. Both of you committed this error
She didnât try to explain why she wasnât okay with the situation, and you pleaded with her to voice her concerns. To tell her why she was feeling this way. But as the seconds passed, your patience churned into frustrationÂ
You used her issues against her, and she said untrue things out of the heat of the moment
The yelling stopped the moment she started crying. After all, people can only hold things in for so long
For a good minute, you stood still awkwardly. What were you supposed to do? Your brain could not process the sudden change in emotion and your body was hot all over
Soon enough, things started to dawn on you; the way this past week you hadnât been interacting much with her, and how sheâd come over sometimes just for you to arrive when sheâs already asleep
Both of you held each other on the floor for a while, your hand patting her back to soothe her
Helena also realized many things; how recently sheâd cancel the dates both of you had every Wednesday despite there being no important missions (she just wanted to go through paperwork faster), how she didnât make an effort to know your friends deeply despite them being an important part in your life
Both of you tried to talk it out, but even though some concerns were voiced, by this point it was almost 4am. You and Helena decided instead to shower and head into bed, holding each other tighter into the night
Sure, it is not healthy to go to sleep without completely solving the argument, but at least the anger was gone
When daylight made its way into the room the following day, you woke up with her head tucked under your chin, arms enveloping her
As consciousness made its presence known, both of you finished what was left of the previous night, and started laying some relationship rules
The moment something starts bothering you, say it
Do not start arguments at dawn!!!
Spend proper time with each other. Plan a date at least once a week when work is not demanding
Do not go to bed mad
Be understanding at all time
These were the rules you made in your phoneâs notes app. You would open it at leastâŠwell at least once per sometimes
Things gradually changed. You introduced your friends to her and she started going to hangouts with you, she would stop certain workaholic habits just to keep things in order
One night when both of you laid next to each other after an exhilarating day, you burst into laughter:
âWhat?â Helena asked, one eyebrow raised to show estrangement at the sudden burst of laughter
âDonât you find it funny? We just argued so much before dating and now look at us.â
She flips onto her side and displays a cheeky smile
âWell why, agent, want me to flag you for insubordination?â
âI know you wonât do thatâ
If humanity wanted to strive for perfection, it should be as imperfect as it could ever be. Had it not been for this argument, you wouldnât have come up with a plan to convince her to move in.Â
Besides, it solves the issue of not spending enough time together!
NO DRUNK CIGARETTES (Helena Harper x Reader - Oneshot)
sorry for not uploading yall i kinda got busy :p
Content: established-relationship, smoking, living together, sad days
Word Count: 640
Warnings: SMOKING!!!!, Inexperienced writer, inconsistent tenses, not proof-read, dialogue might be confusing
les go :0
A happy human still has their sad days. Besides, it is impossible to maintain a state of pure bliss for 365 days straight. This is why, after a tiring day at work, and dealing with a rude ass cashier at the supermarket has left you drained. You know you will get better because you always do, but for now a cigarette will have to do. Tonight, there is nothing you want to do than drown your frustration in a cigarette.Â
Now that youâre home, you drop the grocery bags on the counter and start to sort them to their respective places. These items in the fridge, these others on the counter, seasonings in the cabinet, and a new cigarette pack in your hand. Once all is done, take your shoes off and head to the balcony. Halfway through you forget the lighter, and head back to wherever it is you last left it. Once you get a hold of it, you make your way to the balcony.
The windy day makes it a little hard to light it up, but after a good few minutes of adjusting your handsâ position, you finally do it. You know for a fact your girlfriend would be a little pissed at this habit of yours, but it is currently five pm and you know she wonât be back for a while; maybe a good hour and a half?Â
At first, you only spend five minutes outside. But then 10, 15, and 20 pass. Before you know it, you smoke through four cigarettes. The light headedness distracts you so much that you do not notice the way she doesn't say anything at first. Helena just opens the balcony door, steps out, and sits down next to you. Her shoulder presses against yours. She's warm. You're cold from the forgotten wind.
"Four?"
You don't answer.
She takes the pack from your hand, pulls one out, and lights it.
"Heyâ" you start.
"I know," she says. "I'm not smoking it. Just holding it."
She holds the cigarette between her fingers, watching the smoke curl upward. Neither of you speak for a long time.
When she finally turns to you, she says: "Bad day?"
"UhhhâŠnot too bad honestly I think the issue is my mood really"
"Who? Do you want me to deal with them"
You roll your eyes a little and let out a laugh, knowing how her impulsivity can take over. You donât answer her, but instead press your cheek next to her face, feeling the softness ground you a little.
âWhat time is it?â
âItâs 6:30pm. Are you hungry? I could order some take out for the both of us.â
âNo, itâs fine. I think we should head inside honestlyâ
She gives you the burnt but unpuffed cigarette. Great, now it has been more than 60 minutes that you stand out here all alone. You refuse, feeling the afterburn of the previous ones you had. So, she hangs it out on the railing, takes your hand, and pulls you inside.
The warmth of the apartment envelops you and she drags you to the couch. You trip after stumbling on the shoes you left on the floor earlier, and after a few more steps she guides you to lie down on her. Your head rests on her chest, both of her arms wrapping around your neck. The feeling makes you feel weightless and you try your best to fight the urge of falling asleep.
What a blessing to have her. You make a mental note of how she didnât call out your smoking habit today, and keep it in store as motivation to truly quit for the both of you. For your health, her health, and the health of this relationship.
Maybe youâre wrong. You didnât need all of this, just some of her hugs.
GUYS IK WE HAVE A SATURDAY SCHEDULE BUT IM BUSY TMR CUZ I GOT A PARTAYYYYYYAYAYYAYAYAYAYY SO IMMA UPLOAD IT TDAY JS FOR THIS WEEK
Content: established-relationship, cuddling, living together, about a pet dog ya'll have
Word Count: 699
Warnings: Inexperienced writer, inconsistent tenses, not proof-read, dialogue might be confusing
LES GO :)
Typically, the brightness of the outside would wake you up five minutes before Helena did. However, as the colder weather of New York creeped in, you found yourself waking up at 9:37 AM. Weird⊠but perfectly fine for a day where both of you did not have work!
You slip out of her embrace to open a small slit on the window, allowing the earthy smell of rain to come in. After, in a split second, you hop back into bed to find yourself back into her arms, shielding yourself from the cold. This time around, you are the big spoon. Her head is nestled in your chest with both of your arms wrapping around it. You pull down the heavy blanket that was covering her whole head, scared that she will find difficulty breathing.
Five minutes later, you feel your eyelids closing, drifting into the same state of sleep asâ
Ow!
Skippy, a two year old Doberman rescued by Helena, hopped right on your head, waking the whole house up. He barks, and barks, and barks! Right⊠breakfast time.
âSkippy, five more minutesâŠâ Helena groaned into your shoulder, her voice low and raspy with morning drowsiness. She reached out a strong arm to gently push the dog away, but her lack of real force only emboldened him. Skippy wagged his tail at lightning speed and forced his entire solid, heavy weight right in between the both of you, aggressively digging his wet nose into your necks.You looked over the dog's head, your eyes meeting Helenaâs irritated, sleepy glare in the dark room.Â
You couldn't help but chuckle. "Told you we should've fed him before bed, agent."
â...Could you feed himâ
You feign an exaggerated sigh. âOnly because I love youâ
Placing a peck on the tip of her nose, you reluctantly make your way downstairs and head straight to the kitchen floor where the dog food is, scooping exactly three cups of it into Skippyâs silver bowl. The kibble rattled against the metal, a sound that usually brought him running at full speed.
BARK!
âSkippy! No!â
The Doberman sat back on his haunches, staring down at the bowl, and let out an immediate, protesting whine. He looked up at you with wide, demanding eyes. You knew exactly why he was being so stubborn: he wanted yesterday's leftovers. If you had known he was going to turn into such an elitist about his diet, you wouldâve never given him that luxury last week. Now, he wanted nothing but human food.
You crossed your arms, attempting to match the dog's stare. "Eat your breakfast, Skippy. We aren't doing this today."
He jumps up and two paws land right in your chest, and for a very silly moment, you look like youâre in a wrestling match with a dog. He playfully nibbles you, and you desperately lean back and flail your arms around in an attempt to make him stand down.
âSkippy! Stop! Iâm going to call-â
âDown, Skippyâ Helenaâs voice echoes against the kitchen, and the dog immediately sits.
The pitter-patter of footsteps ring softly around the apartment, gradually growing clear. Finally, your beautiful savior passes by after minutes of struggling.
âThatâs so unfair! He only listens to youâŠâ
She walks around the room and places both arms around your waist, giving you a light kiss.
âGood morning âLena, you finally woke upâ
She doesnât answer you, and pushes you back against the counter, just to nuzzle again into you. You hold her, appreciating the sound of rain hitting the windows. After a few seconds, the metal bowl rattles, and you turn your head to see the dog finally eating.
âGosh heâs finally eating, what do you want me to make you?â
She does not answer.
âHelena?â
No answer. You shake her a little, just to hear some very light snores come out of her. Did she fall asleep standing up? I guess it looks like you both will cuddle through the weekend! You clumsily carry her back to the bed, with her occasionally making half-asleep baby steps. Once sheâs settled under the blankets, you head to the window and close it back again as the wind has grown stronger.Â
im sorry but i js gotta get this off my chest there is NO WAY the ada wong hate isn't microaggression against asians or just a reason for ppl to cope w the fact that their self-inserts r not real...
"why does capcom always bring her back instead of the others!!!!"
Jill Valentine (mother!!) has 5 main canonical appearances, stretching to over 12+ total games when counting remakes, other modes, and bonuses: Resident Evil 1, Resident Evil 3: Nemesis, Resident Evil: Revelations, Resident Evil 5, and Resident Evil: The Umbrella Chronicles, Resident Evil Remake (2002), Resident Evil 3 Remake (2020), Operation Raccoon City, The Mercenaries 3D, Resident Evil Resistance, Re:Verse, and PocketèȘç± (Mobile).
Claire has the same amount of canonical appereances as Ada (both are 4): Resident Evil 2, Resident Evil: Code Veronica, Resident Evil: Revelations 2, and Resident Evil: The Darkside Chronicles., Resident Evil 2 Remake (2019), and for bonuses she has Operation Raccoon City, The Mercenaries 3D, and Re:Verse.
u guys literally DO NOT care about consistency because if many of u did you'd advocate for the return of other characters like Rebecca, Helena Harper, and other female characters who were not killed off. Esp the self-insert people, a lotta yall only hate on Ada because she is the only female character who had a canon romantic encounter with Leon; had it not been for the remake and the looks a lot of ya'll would not have even bothered getting into the game âïž(and even if u did get into the game bc of his looks i dont rlly care honestly as long as u dont get butt hurt unreasonably for pixels)
2. "she's a horrible person! she lies and deceives others!!!"
and ya'll faves don't??? there is no way u guys can hold a grudge for ONE OCCURENCE for that long but not forgive ur bum ass ex for cheating on u bffr (and yall do NOT hate jake who is also a mercenary, albert who is LITERALLY a villain, and victor??)
3. "She is one of the most shallow characters ever!"
Ada is literally a cold mercenary, yet her actions constantly betray her words. She frequently risks her life, her mission, and her paycheck just to keep Leon (and Helena too) alive. e.g. In the Resident Evil 4 Remake expansion, she shows a massive shift in depth and goes against Albert Wesker when she realizes he plans to use the Amber parasite to kill millions. The characters in the game don't even know her and mind u there's a chance her true name isn't even Ada Wong...honey u do not know better than anyone who r u to say she is the most shallow character ever?
4. Let's also address how racist a bunch of ya'll r against her bc of ur broken ego... u do not want Sheva Alomar back in any remake u just want to use her character in vain to pretend that u actually care ab "underrated characters". The moment a woman comes in and threatens ur comfort u feel the need to nit pick at whatever they r even if it's not true and it is genuinely concerning how some of yall lack maturity and the ability to distinguish dreams for reality at this grown ass age...
btw u cannot be a feminist and pit all these women tgt (surprisingly yall r doing the same w Jill and Sheva on tiktok??? đ)
Hiiii thank u sm for the support <3 !! This is so encouraging and means sm đ„č
U asked, I hope I can deliver
Helena Harper x Reader; Proposal Headcannons
(credits in da image)
As we all know from the events of RE6 (all she went through for her sister đ), Mrs. Harper here is a ride-or-die type of person. If you met her after the events of this game, perhaps the beginning of your relationship wouldâve been rocky as she would distance herself in fear that her work would bring you harm.
However, after an argument or serious convo, she put her fears aside and allowed herself to love you completely; besides, both of you are adults! You assured her that youâd look after yourself at all times.
Helena always knew she wanted to marry you, but it was at this moment that she truly locked in. After finalizing her decision of proposing to you in the following months, her attentiveness skyrocketed.
You started to grow suspicious. Somehow, the most attentive and overprotective person in the world became EVEN MORE protective: constantly holding your left hand, rubbing each individual finger when you were laying on her chest, caressing you as if you were on a honeymoon.
But as her protectiveness grew, so did her worries. Worry that a terrible fate might take you right before the proposal comes, or that you may just suddenly grow tired of her temper and leave.
The night before she planned to go to the jewelry store, the worries got worse. She woke up not in a panic, but with a tight ache in her chest. A nightmare that was so draining her body couldnât even jolt awake from it, just subtly wake her up. Though, the moment she felt you shift within her arms, Helena decided to be better. You deserved someone who was better, more stable, and because she loved you so much, she decided to be better. To grow out of those worries she had, and use them as a reminder to cherish you, instead of something against you.
So on the following day when 9AM strikes the clock, both of you follow your typical weekend routines. 20 minutes of cuddling, brushing your teeth together, and combing your hair. Both of you do your skincare, but her routine is shorter, meaning that she always is the one to prepare breakfast.
Because of this busy week, you decide that the moment you finish doing the dishes youâll pull her towards the couch for more cuddles. However, as you reach out for her plate she suddenly stands up and tells you she has a work emergency. You donât doubt it at all, thatâs what comes with dating a secret agent. Though you must admit youâre rather disappointed.
Helena peppers you with kisses before heading out, and recites her plan all over. Before she went back to sleep from that horrid nightmare, she had cancelled her appointment at the store and instead contacted a small jeweler to make a custom piece for you.Â
This was the first step of all. A custom ring was a symbol for not only her love for you, but how she would become better for you. Sure, she looked at some nice rings that had big carats and a solid gold band/platinum band, but wouldnât it be more meaningful to get a ring made of your favorite stone?Â
In the following weeks, you start getting suspicious. Why is she soâŠexcited? Waiting for something to happen? You know she is a huge fan of action movies (poor girl but at least they give her motivation to work through all these missions), so you look up if anything new is being released. Hmm⊠nothing of her taste.
Instead of being greeted with 20 minutes of cuddles each morning, she now greets you with 20 minutes of kissing, and holds you tighter than ever. You genuinely try to be the bigger person, but doubt creeps up in your mind. Did she do something bad? Why is she acting so sweet?
So one day you rummage through her things, just to find⊠nothing! You open different drawers, desks, and the most you find is a sheet of A4 paper with crossed out sentences about how much she loves you. Awww, wait why are they crossed out???? Oh, you are so going to confront her when sheâs back!
You wait until itâs 6pm, waiting eagerly for her door. Itâs silent, and you can feel your anger start to grow. And then, like she could sense you spiraling, your phone rang.Â
Phone call. Helena is at the other end, and she is happily asking you to come downstairs. Sheâs in the car already and ready to take you to a restaurant. Oh well, youâll confront her later when both of you are back home. Besides, itâs not that deep, is it?
You dress up comfortably and head downstairs. After a rather long car ride, both of you arrive at a cozy restaurant. It seems like itâs a small business, family-owned.
As you guys talk through your food, you feel yourself get more comfortable, and the note you found slips away. She probably just wanted to⊠you donât know, but youâre too comfortable to think about that right now. Besides, Helena is right in front of you and is talking about whatever it is that happ-
âHey? Are you listeningâ
Shit. You were staring at her for quite a while. Sheâd asked you if both of you were ready to leave. After some minutes of being a blushing mess, both of you get ready and she holds your hand, leading you to a park nearby.
At first, youâre kind of surprised she didnât lead you to the car, but youâre glad you guys are taking a walk together. Hand in hand, comfortable silence, there is no place youâd rather be right now.Â
She suddenly comes to a stop and reaches down in her pocket. For a moment, you assume she was pulling out her phone, until a small velvet box comes into sight.
No, she doesnât get down on one knee, but instead pulls you closer and places a ring with your favorite stone on your finger. Itâs heavy not because itâs huge, but because itâs good quality. As good as the quality of her love.
She starts giving you a small sweet speech, one that is not laced with awkwardness and grand words, but only of the memories you both shared together, and the many more to come.
Gosh, that was what she was scribbling on that paper! How could you be so stupid!
You start feeling guilty for being suspicious of her, and so the second she finishes saying her speech you immediately kiss her and rub your nose against her.
Yes! Of course you will marry her! It was always going to be Helena đ
A quiet, private proposal, because intimacy is the biggest satisfaction a relationship gifts
For a good while you both hug and give each other pecks, the empty park being your new sanctuary. Youâll remember this forever, and youâll visit the park whenever you miss her on long missions.
By the way, further down the line you also got her a ring that matches her emerald pendant. Sweet ;)
pls if u want me to redo ts in anyway feel free to tell me :p
Might do a second part if asked/get an idea of how it could develop
BTW BASED OFF OF MAZZY STAR's SONG FADE INTO YOU!!!!
Content: Kinda angsty ngl, situationship, reader is a less-experienced agent, arguing, car
Word Count: 784
Warnings: Inexperienced writer, inconsistent tenses, not proof-read, dialogue might be confusing please contact me if it's too incoherent
:)
The potholes in the streets of Washington interrupt the smooth journey both you and Helena just had, forcing your annoyance to surface back again. It seems that the same thing happens on her end.
You put your hands into your head
And then its smiles cover your heart
Had your hands not been covered with grime and blood, you wouldâve done the same. Put your head into your hands, and squeeze out your frustration by every passing of your hands. But not today. Today they were used for battle, a mission which will mark you like a tattoo and remind you of all that went down today.
But as long as you had Helena by your side, you wouldnât need this tattoo. You tilt your head to watch her, and she is still sulking into her hands. Youâd normally say something; try a little bit at least. What happens when one dies inside? Youâre young but older now, at an age in which you have to grow out of innocence and confine yourself to harsh reality. No, not the harsh reality that you killed someone â youâve done that already, but one in which you crossed the line that night you were with Helena. And you crossed it again, and again, and again, until she decided it was enough.Â
When you die (or at least a part of you does), you cannot try. And the easiest way to go is to love someone, and duck it. A beautiful partnership between you both soured into an emotional death, where frustration and boundaries merged into a denial of affection, an aspect humans canât live without.
âAre you going to stop staring at me?â
That statement, gosh was it the most angering thing! Had it not been for this job this humiliationship wouldâve been long gone.
âReally? You wonât see me anymore and expect me to just be okay with that? Youâre fucking annoying of course Iâm gonna stare at you!â
Her light brown eyes pierce into you, bringing an unpleasant flashback of how she got shot a couple of hours ago, evidenced by the bloody bandage on her thigh. One that you held, very, very closely before whatever this fucking month was.
âLook at how weâre arguing again donât you think this is why weâre not seeing each other any-â
âOh donât turn this against me! All your bullshit of âprotecting meâ and âkeeping me out of dangerâ was all an excuse huh! Just fucking say Iâm disgusting and the reason why you ended it all, you got bored! Thatâs all it is!â
The driver in front of you both clearly tenses his shoulders, and for a very uncontrolled second you misdirect your feelings onto him. Then, when this high dies off, tears fill your eyes.
Fuck my life! Why do I have to be so sensitive, god do I look ugly when I cry. I hate this. I hate all of this! I hate Hele- Hel⊠God I hate her!
A hand reaches for your cheek, and you immediately slap it away. Your peripheral vision is messed up from the excess moisture, but not enough to see that her arm is frozen in the air.
â...uhh Madam⊠I mean madamâs⊠weâre at the comp- I mean agencyâ
It was rather funny to see the huge escort trip over his words. Awkwardness is clearly infectious because the moment you open the door you imagine yourself in his position. But the second the car door shuts, your feet quickly pace to the grand entrance, ready to debrief and go back home. Home, where you will sleep it all off for the two day break agents get after finishing a grueling task. Or youâll cry this moment off.
The glossy glass shines and calls to you, and the moment youâre about to set foot her hand grabs your forearm.Â
âAll I ever did was try to protect you⊠but it ended up like this. Yâknow it just all happens to my loved ones I canât-â
You shove her grip off of you. Oh Helena, I think it's strange you never knew. Knew the effect this all had on me.Â
âI know. You have your traumas and all. But as long as you deny thisâ, you wave a finger between the both of you, âitâs not my job to take care of it. And I am so bummed that I ever triedâ
One year now. How long can this banter go for? Neither of you know. But you walk into the marbled floors, surprised you even kept your composure.Â
Youâll keep ducking it. If a part of you died today, all that was left was to kill the rest off.
Content: Established relationship, baking, yearning, missing each other, fluff
Word Count: 1154
Warnings: Inexperienced writer, inconsistent tenses, not proof-read
;)
After being busy with headaches all day, your mind finally gains enough clarity. You head down to the kitchen to bake to compensate for being in bed all day, and to surprise Helena once sheâs back home.
Cinnamon powder, brown sugar, milk, eggs, yeast, andâŠis there butter?
You run to the fridge and find two sticks of them. Perfect! Butter, flour, vanilla extract, cream cheese and heavy cream for the frosting.
After laying all the ingredients down, you pace around the island for a while and stretch with your arms in the air, popping some joints back where they belong. Oh, if only she was here to massage your musclesâŠ
You start with the dough.Â
Flour, the foundation of all. The foundation of you and Helenaâs life. How she asked you to move in with her when both of you were lying on soft white sheets late at night, orange bedside lamp casting a warm afterglow. That was the foundation of your new life, the moment you knew that without this life youâd be a hollow vessel. How were you happy before meeting her? Thatâs a question only the universe can answer.
Butter, hot and sizzling, melted after one minute in the microwave. You pour it with the flour, and it cuts into the flour, making it messy on the surface. Yes, hot and sizzling, like that day you met with her again. Before the calm and domesticity, there was the gray and horrid storm. How three years ago, the criminology firm you worked in had to collaborate with a unit of the DSO for a troublesome task. You clearly remember that day: an office that was freezing due to the hundreds of air-conditioners, the way she and three other agents came in. You didnât know you were going to meet again. She did. For weeks, tension built up, anger cast at each other through glances. You didnât know why she left, and she hated herself for leaving; Helena thought it was best for your safety, until a near death experience made her starving for your touch. Sheâd never want to die hollow of your love. So this butter made you think of that afternoon when she barged into your office. Both of you screamed and touched each other, but knew that life is nothing without companionship and compassion. Who wouldâve thought something so burning could settle into stability? Thatâs a question you could think about later.
Eggs and milk, binding materials for the dough. You whisk the ingredients, and see a sticky dough starting to form. You see how rough moments made your bond stronger, and how the happy moments made this all worth it. That night when you couldnât fall asleep and went downstairs to make a cup of earl gray tea, slipping quietly from her embrace. The emptiness of the bed subconsciously caused her mind to form a nightmare, one in which you were unfairly taken away from her. For lovely Harper here, a world without you was injustice. She woke up panting, desperately calling out for your name. It echoed against the wooden stairs, eventually reaching your ears. You met her halfway, and saw a panicked expression you never intentionally wanted to cause. Her and that tough temper formed a one-minute long rant of how reckless it was for you to leave bed, and you stood there, taking those words. You took them in, just not personally. By the time the tea cooled, so did she. You took her in your arms as she opened up about a life marked with a brick of grief, one that she couldnât move alone. Vulnerability, your binding material. Love is not a feeling, but rather using ugly things to build something beautiful.Â
Yeast, bubbling and foaming as you pour it on the glob. It grew, just like your anxiety when a mission kept her from you longer than intended. You cried, tried to drink it out, which led to a miserable girl lying near the door with flying thoughts. Godâs timing is so funny, because it was at that moment the door handle turned. When Helena saw your state, all the tiredness in her body suddenly was replaced with fear of what had happened to you while she was gone. Once you explained, all was well and you both spent the next day never letting each other go. Yeast dissipated and formed the dough, just like your soul when you cuddled her.
Cinnamon and brown sugar. You separate it in another smaller bowl, spicy aroma quickly taking over the space. Hm⊠spicy moments. Like that time you guys were just friends hanging out at a bar. God, how she wanted to slam her drink down that manâs throat. But she couldnât, and had to contain herself. But as the time passed, he got bolder, and you got more uncomfortable. When she stood up and threatened him, thatâs when you knew: this is the woman you want to call âmineâ. The only thing hotter than that moment, was the way she mocked you with fake sympathy in the bed later that night. Hm⊠spicy.
Frosting. After the dough was ready, the filling done, there was the frosting left. Whipping it smooth, and licking it smooth. Like last Saturday when she was tickling you endlessly. The moment her face came close, you licked her cheek as a form of sweet revenge. Now, everytime she wants your attention she does the same, and you rub the residue off by smearing your face against her chest. No frosting will ever be as sweet as her. Helena, I love you.
While waiting for the dough to rise, for the rolls to bake, and for the dishes to be clean, you thought of her. When the rolls were done, set on the table, and you finished one, you thought of her.Â
All the ingredients formed one single entity, sweet and unified. Just like the both of you.
Footsteps chime in the hallway, and for a moment you hate yourself for not catching onto her presence early.
âHelena!â
âHi honey!â
Her eyebrow isnât arched like normally, signaling a calmer day at work. You run to her like youâre approaching heavenâs door, and she picks you up.
âYou baked something?â
âBaked cinnamon rolls, your favoriteâ
âAre you feeling better? You didnât have to do thatâ
With a cheeky smile, you tell her âDonât worry Iâm much better, eat them or Iâll feel sadâÂ
She settles the duffle bag on the edge of the island, reaching out for the plate you made for her some minutes ago. She takes a bite, and places a kiss on your forehead. You get another one and eat alongside to keep company. Though regret settles in quite quickly as you get full fast, and you hover part of the roll in front of her face. She eats it, and licks the frosting off your fingers.
Damn.
(btw children should i make this half helena harper blog half personal blog i wanna post sum photo dumps)
ok but its crazy to me that on almost every other social media site I go on all Im seeing is people frothing at the mouth over Amazon's live action Tomb Raider series announcement. surely the animated show being cancelled and then the live action announcement are linked right. like i dont want to sound like a conspiracy theorist but 2013 series survival Lara is VERY different to og lara croft and now both one of the og games is being remade and a live action series is coming out based on the og lara and it feels a little bit like theyre trying to brush the 2013 survivor lara era under a rug...
maybe Im just like. bitter. because survivor lara and sam are very queer coded (not even coded in the series, those bitches gay) and it feels like they're removing that part of lara in favor of her original which started to cater toward straight men. I dont like it man. Not to mention in the survivor tomb raider timeline we got a very diverse cast of people, including Jonah, who're just gonna be gone :(
Content: established relationship, cuddling (kinda), tooth-rotting fluff
Word Count: 1261
Warnings: Inexperienced writer, inconsistent tenses, not proof-read, dat it, implied activity (?)
Sunlight forces its way through the translucent blinds, but falters slightly at the drapes of the white canopy bed. Had it not been for a good, blessed night, you wouldâve missed this moment. Her moment.Â
The heat of last night had conjoined both your legs together and lulled you both into each other's embraces when sleep came by, and as the hours passed you somehow ended up on your own side of the bed. This doesnât happen often, specifically because Helena always forced you to her side. Loss mixed with devotion caused a deep-seated fear in her whenever you didnât physically cling your way through sleep. The only thing stronger than this womanâs sass was her need for physical affection, something you only noticed right after she moved in. Cute.
Luckily, it is a good Saturday and thereâs no need to follow a strict routine. For the first time in these two years you were together, you woke up first. Maybe that wouldnât be the case if the canopy was properly closed, but you didnât mind â it was only evidence of last night. Besides, this led you to the greatest gift: a slit of daylight softly casted across her face.Â
As you blinked more, restoring hydration in your groggy eyes, you lie on your right side to follow the light that started sharply in between her freshly shaped brows, down into the center of her chest, where her emerald pendant usually rests. Everything was almost bare, had it not been for the fluffy duvet covering her.
Helenaâs snores were so silent you did not notice them stop (nor really hear them) until she shifted onto her back, striking an impulse in you. A calm one, where you reached out with your index finger and started tracing her nose bridge, one that would gently caress you during kisses, and bury into you fresh out the shower. You traced lower, and lower, gently pressing the top of your finger flat against her filtrum, which left no space between the contact like a soulmate puzzle.Â
Not being fully awake made your arm feel heavier by the second, leading you to settle it over her body, elbow softly settling on the duvet covering her. Her lips touch the side of your palm, fingertips dancing around, caressing the plump of her morning face. A tired sigh escapes your lips, and you lose track of how youâre touching her, only focusing on the feeling.Â
Soft face. Not flower-petal soft, but the kind of softness that comes from an agent who finally lowered her guard, entrusting her heart to someone who wouldn't break it. Entrusting that you would protect yourself and take care of yourself so that she doesnât have to live with too much worry. Of course she still worried a lot, but that was natural. Loving Helena is accepting her, to show the truth to her, and to stick with her.Â
And to accept her, meant to transform her angry outbursts into words she struggled to piece together. To show the truth to her, meant to tell her directly that this is the unfortunate world both of you were born in, but as long as you were together, this love story was anything but tragic. And lastly, to stick with her meant to be present with her now, hand hovering over her face and touching it every couple of seconds, because if god one day decided that eyes were an evolutionary flaw and took the gift of vision with him, you could see with your hands. Appreciate her beauty with your hands. Brutality would of course encounter both of you in this line of work. But as long as there was home, tenderness would always be reserved for it. Itâs there in the bangs that cup the side of her face right now. They reach downwards, so maybe after you brush your teeth this morning, youâll offer to cut them.
She shifts a little in her sleep and gradually turns to lie on her left side. âLena is about to wake up. You retract your arm, staring at her, waiting for her eyes to stare. Her breath shallows, and now you canât help but notice how her lips parted a little. The bottom lip chewed out (oops⊠are you the culprit?) made it look redder than the rest. As her hair slowly covers her face, that once retracted arm comes back again to steal more moments of admiration for yourself. The moment the bangs are placed behind her ears, hands with black french tips come up to embrace your wrist. It stays still for a second, before flopping down into the small space left between you both, fingers interlaced. Now that you think about it, you guys are laying rather close. Since when did you shift so closely to her?
âHelena?â
Silence.
âLen-â
âShhhhhâ
Her hands are freed of your fingers, and meet again at the small of your back so she can pull you closer to her. For an unknown reason, you are a little shocked, but place your face right under hers, resuming a cuddle that was interrupted hours ago by midnight dreams.
âI love youâ she says, and presses her own face harder against yours.
And you know she does, of course. If anything, maybe a little bit more than you do. Because to accept you, meant that she had to go to therapy to be better for you, have less outbursts for you. To show the truth to you, meant that she had to call you out when you were being selfish, to show you that it wasnât her choosing her job over you, but instead doing this job so she could live with you in a safer world. And lastly, to stick with you meant to embrace you tightly with both of these toned arms and nuzzle into your scent, because if one day someone decides kidnap you and use you against her just like before, the presence you left in her biceps would fuel so much rage that sheâd get to you no matter what; and Agent Harper would become this sort of superwoman, and receive so much admiration that could make her feel like all her pain wasnât in vain. No, not the admiration of others. Your admiration. She knows you are no damsel, but god did it make her feel good when you asked her for help.Â
âAre you not going to say it back?â
Too lost in thought, you didnât realize that.
âSorry, I love you very much Helenaâ
She blinks a few times, gradually becoming awake and aware.
âAre you lost in thought, or about to fall asleep?â
âLost in thoughts about youâ
âGreat, keep that up and soon enough Iâll start tracing your face with my handsâ
âWait what you were awake this whole time?!â
You lift your head a little to look at her, cheek bumping into her nose along the way.
âHalf-awake, honeyâ
You plop your head onto the white pillow.Â
âGive me a kissâ
She gives you a kiss. First on the tip of your nose, and then one on your lips after some protesting. Then she gives more, and more, and more, and then her soul entirely, though it would be a lie if you didnât know you already had it.
âIâm assuming breakfast and lunch will be served in bed today?â She whispers into your ear, sleepiness clearly running away from her.
âHmph. Cheekyâ you smile, chest becoming flush as she starts leaving soft pecks on your neck.Â
Oneshot!!! Threatening to drop. Ik I said I was gonna drop one every Saturday but I js wanted to get this one out the way
Content: First kiss, no relationship yet, they're kinda shy or sum
Word Count: 1272
Warnings: Inexperienced writer, inconsistent tenses, not proof-read
10:53. For god knows what reason, the director had told Helena to arrive at the meeting room 10 minutes earlier to go through the powerpoint. Though all that was done in one minute, forcing her to sit in the black-cushioned, god-forsaken chair. What are you up to? She just wanted to see you. Yes, just that, to maybe keep herself in good spirits before sitting through poorly-made debriefs for one hour.
âSir, would you mind if I went to the bathroom?â
The director takes his wonky glasses off, sighing as a joke.
âGo Helena, go!â
âThank you!â
So she walks out that door, smoothly gliding through crowds of employees who are either typing or skyping. Turns are made, her abdomen almost makes contact with stacks of files twice, until she finally reaches your door. Gold plate embedded with Ms. [F/N] [L/N]. Right under your name, a smaller text in Times New Roman: Projects and Affairs Overseer. Gosh, what a journey. She opens the heavy wooden door, greeted by you. Though right now you seemed rather busy, fiddling with the top drawer on your long, mahogany desk.
âHey! Itâs rude to come in without knockingâ You exclaim, with a joking tone. How could you be so serious when it came to her? Sweet stern woman, you certainly hoped one day work could tone down so that you guys could get time to know each other.Â
âHey Ms. [L/N], forgive me for my bluntnessâ
You chuckled, looking down again on the messy drawer. You truly brought nothing to the table but glosses and five thousand pens. You mess and mess around, trying to pick out the finished one you used earlier in the morning, but as she gets closer your hands lose their efficiency. Scared of losing composure, you continue to keep your head down, mindlessly fiddling with all colored plastic tubes. What can Helena possibly do now? You were so close to her, the soft scent of the shampoo notifying her that you had washed it this morning. GodâŠif only she could just reach out andâŠ
âCan I help you with anything?â
The sentence came out a little harsher than intended, but not in a way that couldâve hurt her. You could slap her, yell at her, and kill her, but the only way you could truly hurt her is to reject her love. So she never asked. Never did, and only stared at your face, while you nervously waited for her to answer. Your eyes momentarily stray to that pretty green pendant lying on her sternum, a desperate hope to dissipate the atmosphere a little without needing to step backwards. The proximity was really, really, nice. Sheâd make a great friend for you right? A great friendâŠ
âUhh⊠right, forgive me,â her eyes flickered to your arms for a second, arms that were currently still buried, âI actually came here because I needed some⊠some help, yesâ
"Oh! Please, what do you need?" you asked with a gentle tone, deciding to call out her uncommonly jittery ways. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you seem very shy today."
âI need gloss, I have a meeting soonâ
You stared at her lips. She wasnât lying, there wasnât anything on her lips. But did she even need it? PerfectâŠgosh stop getting distracted!Â
âOh right, well of course you would come to me for this, since youâre here help me find a reddish-brown tube, you could use that and then throw it away, Iâve been trying soooo hard to find it this past hourâ
Your comment is met with a chuckle, and only after a few seconds of her right hand softly grazing against the edges of the desk, she finally found the tube. WowâŠskillful handsâŠ
You disguise your fluster with awkwardness, softly laughing at yourself for not finding it sooner. This, in turn, makes her stare, was this the moment? Maybe not. Would there ever be a right moment? Perhaps only in another reality where Helena wasnât too worried about crossing the lines of professionalism; she had rebelled enough during her earlier years.Â
You immediately snatch the tube from between her fingers, popping out the top so you could use all your strength to squeeze out anything that could be lodged in the bottom of the tube.
âDamn you are much more attentive than I am,âÂ
Your finger tips tremble slightly from the force, and you are able to squeeze out one sad millimeter.
âThatâs it?â She raises one eyebrow, cocky look on her face.
âOh please, just help me finish this gloss, I need to clear space. Come on, part your lipsâ
âAlright then womanâ
With your index finger, you scoop it up and smear it. Sadly, it is only enough to cover her bottom lip. You chuck the empty plastic across the room, missing the trash can by quite a lot.
âGod I may have fucked up I donât think I have another one of similar colorâŠâ
After fiddling once more at the drawer to no avail, you remember she has a meeting soon and just look up at her. Christ, act fast. You knew exactly what you were about to do.
âYou know what? Itâs fine, weâre both girlsâ
âWhat do you mean -â
âShh stay stillâ
You bring your left hand to her chin, tilting it slightly for a better angle. With the same finger, you press it to your own lips first then slowly smear what remains onto hers. Her upper lip barely develops any color, so you bring your hand back for more. As you reach out to smear color once again, she pins your wrist in the air.
âWhat are you doing?â
âWhat do you mean what am I doing? I thought you needed gloss?â
Some anger flashed through her eyes, and you clearly knew what you did wasnât some innocent little thing. Come on, could someone like this genuinely be promoted to an overseer role?Â
âIt feels like youâre mocking meâ She leans closer, minty breath fanning against your nose.
âWhy? Upset that we ran out of this color?â
âGosh thatâs not it you know what-â
Striking at the perfect moment, you press your lips to her, the excitement of the situation making you bold. You definitely thought about doing this before, but only admitted to this now.Â
She doesnât part her lips, doesnât move at all, except for that grip that made your wrist slightly numb. Both of your breaths change pace, and you feel warmth creeping up on your face. A mirror isnât needed for you to know you look like a blushing mess. She continues to stay still, making you feel a crippling shame from a rejection that never happened. So, you pull away, eyes catching the time on the clock. 10:59.
âTimeâs up. You look good nowâ
You wriggle free of her grip, hands coming up to her lips to even out the newly transferred gloss. She stares at you, a look of disbelief extremely evident. You register this look, remembering it for future occasions.
âYou canât just do thatâ
âI donât know what youâre talking aboutâ
âOh but you do. Donât worry though, you look nice!â
Her gaze, the arrogant one you have seen during high-stress situations, starts tainting her eyes and visibly gnawing at her eyebrows. Suddenly, with a soft huff she goes back to your door and locks it.Â
In four long strides, the agent is already facing you again, impossibly closer than before âDonât be so ignorant. I think I need more makeup, Ms. [L/N]â
Content: Subtle Yearning. Dat it. One-shot
Word Count: 1052
Warnings: Bad writing (first time writing fan-fiction), inconsistent tenses, not proof-read
btw would love feedback yall cuz idk how to write too well, english ain't my first language, and im tryna treat the helena harper drought n stuff
Rain forces itself on the car roof, dulling into a soft sound. It flows down, and as you focus on the way it merges with the other droplets stuck onto the window, you decide on a change of plans to avoid eating dinner another hour late. You donât mind eating late, though today youâre in the presence of a sweet guest.Â
âTyrell, would it be too troublesome if you drove us to The Gardens and then back home?â
âNo problem Ms. [L/N], the rooftop restaurant?â
âExactly, thank you so muchâ You answer with a smile, one you hope your butler caught on the rearview.
âAlright. What time should I pick you up? Would 9pm be good? Itâll be a 30 minute drive until we arrive thereâ
âThatâs perfect.â
Of course this wasnât a date. It was just two women, who just so happened to work together and trust each other with their lives, treating each other to Italian fine-dining. You told yourself it wasnât an excuse to watch the way Helenaâs bangs swayed when she got serious, and for her, it was just another job. Protecting you during dinner wasnât any different from protecting you in the field. Yes. A totally normal dinner with a woman who claims that protecting you is part of her job. Given how much she rearranged her preferences, any outsider would think her job was to babysit you instead of hunting B.O.Ws.
But once again, just two girls. Nothing special. Besides, you did that quite a lot with your own homegirls, spontaneously going to restaurants, dinners, or even clubs. How could it be any different this time? Youâre unsure if you ever focused on the way a womanâs bust rested against a tight-fitted vest, or how her cupidâs bow would stretch when she was debriefing the previous dayâs task. But that wasnât something to worry about. Who wouldnât stare at a pretty woman? Maybe you did do that before and just didnât remember it. A general appreciation for aesthetics, if you will.
But now the tension was palpable, and every small talk you and Agent Harper attempted has wisped into thin air, losing to the tension between you both. You face her, hoping that along this car ride she had stared at you as much as you stared at her. Pretty nose⊠what would it be like to âÂ
God! Whatâs wrong with me!
So you ask the question, hoping the embarrassment is strong enough to fry your brain into thoughts of nothingness.
âAre you single?â
And those very intense brown eyes look at you, more serious and taken-aback than ever.
âUhhh, yes⊠why do you ask?â
A glimmer of hope flickers on your face, one that she catches but refuses to acknowledge. Helena didnât want to entertain her desires. What if she did end up loving you? What could her enemies make out of you? Nono⊠donât think about that⊠youâll never have a chance with her.
You, years younger, the way you used your grace and poise whenever an old balding director tried to shut you down, your beautiful hair, which caught the sunlight so well, would never be hers. Couldnât be hers. How could someone like you want a problem child like her? Would you stay if she got angry one day, shot somebody who did you wrong? Or would that scare you away?
âHaha donât worry, I was just curious. I find it hard to believe someone like you is singleâ
Someone like⊠me?
âOhâŠha I hope you meant that as a complimentâ
âI didâ
And once again, the moment you face the back of Tyrellâs seat, this short-lived, awkward exchange dies again, into something â
âHow about you?â she suddenly asks, causing a shock in you that you quickly recover from.
You turn back so quickly you feel a strain in your neck, heart hammering against your ribs.
âMe? Well, I guess Iâm just tired of men. I donât think Iâll date at all at this point,â you chuckle lightly, remembering a recent conversation you had, âI mean you know what they say right? A great man is just your average woman, I might as well ââ
âAre you tired of women?â
She didn't look away. There was no 'just kidding' smile to soften the blow. Well duh, she was a field agent. Of course she is going to be direct! At that moment, a golf ball forms in your throat, threatening to interrupt your speech.Â
âN-no, why?â
Heat blooms in Helenaâs lower belly, knowing that she just made you stutter. A girl, once so brutal and serious in the office, so condescending when firing employees that embody incompetence, stuttering under her presence from a simple question. Perhaps this memory would linger on her middle and ring finger tonight, soakingly lulling her to sleep.
âWhy donât you open your dating pool a little then? Iâve never been with a woman myself butâŠsince youâre so tired of menâŠâ
You stare at her, an unknown hope being uncovered. A thought pops up in your mind â maybe Tyrell should just drive you both to your house after dinner. Helena canât possibly miss her own house that much.
âI donât know,â you murmur, trying to hide your newfound excitement. âWould you be willing to open your options a little?â
And so you stare at her, hand covering hers, feeling the little scars that years of missions imprinted. The physical contact weighs her insides down, and she uses her other hand to adjust the belt enveloping her. As much as you see that she wants to pull away, she doesnât, and it reminds you of the week she introduced herself; you're surprised at your own self-control, how long it took to get here. But now that you have the confirmation, it certainly wouldnât hurt to make the first move
You stare, and stare, and stare. You want closure, more direct confirmation, to see this divine woman break her composure, so â
Click.
The privacy divider slides up, momentarily distracting you both. The divider is not sliding up fast enough.
âThank you, Tyrell,â Helena murmured, her eyes never leaving yours as she finally interlaced her fingers with yours, street lights reflecting off of her profile, car honks going right through your ears.
guys there's not enough Helena harper pieces so I decided to save y'all from the drought imma write rn (idk how to write and failed English so bare w me lmfao but I'm desperate) I'm dropping a story every Saturday 8PM EST
Btw she's my wife everyone
Edit: children im kinda juggling a lot of stuff so no wont drop 8pm est but will drop at least every satirday
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