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Scraps | Helmut Zemo x gn!reader

Anonymous asked: Hi! Can I request a Zemo x gn reader where the reader comes home with a bloody nose and bruises from being attacked? Zemo obviously gets really fucking mad and makes sure the people responsible for this will suffer.

summary: you and your best friend get jumped by some drunk assholes, and when your boyfriend finds out, he's ready to jump at their throats and make them pay... only, he has to make sure that you're alright, first.

tws: blood, injury, bruising, fights, alcohol consumption, swearing

It wasn't exactly like it hadn't been a long time coming, a bunch of assholes at the pub you and your best friend Frank often visited always making some sort of bullshit comment, and although you never threw the first punch, you and Frank had managed to get yourselves into a fight; sure, you worked well as a team, you were a fucking formidable pair and even your boyfriend Zemo had mentioned a few times that if there was anyone he didn't want to meet in a dark alley, it was you and Frank. But there were more of them than there were you, and while four of them held Frank down after kicking the shit out of him and even going so far as to knock his head against a fucking brick wall, two of them had started on you.

At least you could say you didn't throw the first punch; you and Frank were actually on your way home when they jumped you, taking you both by surprise. Of course you tried to fight back, but you could only do so much when Frank was practically out cold and you felt like you were getting your fucking teeth kicked in; at least they left you alone after they thought they had definitely knocked you and Frank out. But he picked you up, wrapping your arm around him as he helped you to get up and trudge home; the sight must have spooked a few people but you and Frank had gotten into worse scraps before. This was just a bunch of drunk assholes, this wasn't the likes of Billy Russo.

"You sure you're gonna be alright?" You asked, holding Frank's face in your hands when he got to the door, your brows furrowed.

Frank nodded, licking his split and bloodied lips. "Yeah, I'll get Micro to pick me up and patch me up - you gonna be good? Is Zemo home?"

You nodded, wincing a little. "Yeah, I'm not as beaten to shit as you... you wanna come inside and wait?"

"Best I don't," he told you with a shake of his head. "I'll wait on the steps outside."

"Alright, well... let me know how you're doing later, yeah?" You pulled away from him, steadying yourself against the door for a moment with a weak smile. "Y'know, we ain't had a scrap like that in ages - long overdue."

He dared to laugh, knocking on the door before he turned tail and yanked himself outside; you were worried, he was your best friend and he was badly hurt, but he was also the Punisher, he could look after himself. Micro would look after him. You went inside, groaning softly as pain shot through your shoulder, and you collapsed on the sofa, resting your head against one arm and kicking your feet up on the other, squeezing your eyes tightly shut.

"My god," Zemo breathed out, brows furrowed as he knelt beside you, one hand on your cheek and the other on your chest as he looked you over. "What happened? Tell me everything."

"Just some drunk assholes," you groaned. "Jumped me and Frank on the way home, beat us to fuck."

He clenched his jaw, shaking his head and working on getting you out of your clothes so that he could properly assess the damage; your nose was fucked without a doubt, you had bruises almost everywhere and it was clear that something sharp had caught your sides although it wasn't deep enough to cause any issues to your organs. At least there was that, none of it looked like it needed stitches. But you truly looked like you had been to Hell and back; he had to think quickly, discarding your clothes in the washing basket and setting everything up.

Liquor bottle. To steady his hands and to help you put up with the pain. Antiseptic. Bandages. Plasters. Painkillers. A cloth to bite down on. Kitchen paper. The speaker blaring 'How Many Tears to Nurture A Rose?' by Cradle Of Filth, if only to give you something he knew would cheer you up a little and would take your mind from it all. More than anything, though, he was angry.

How fucking dare someone bruise and bloody his partner? How fucking dare they hurt you?

He had more important things to focus on right now, like patching your wounds and making sure that you were going to, at least, not be in agony throughout the night; he was quick to work on it all, though. Blood soaked blue kitchen roll building up on the coffee table; empty plaster packages; a mountain of orange stained antiseptic wipes; a half empty bottle of Grant's whisky in your hands; a spit and blood covered cloth on the floor. The last of the strong painkillers finished off, the metal packet chucked in the pile with the rest of it. But it didn't take long at least, and Zemo was as careful as he could be; even though all he could think about was tracking those assholes down and making sure that they paid for what they did to you. Not so much Frank, you.

As he tightened up the last bandage, Zemo couldn't help but to sigh. "I'm going to find them, Bärchen, I'm going to make them all pay."

You groaned softly, offering him the whisky. "Can it wait til tomorrow? I'd quite like to see it."

He nodded, daring to smile a little as he traced the outskirts of the bruise on your jaw, knowing that he would give those responsible far far worse than a bruise. "Natürlich. I need to find them but... that won't be too hard, and I suppose Frank will want to join, too."

"More than likely," you tried to move to lay on your side, but Zemo pushed you down gently and kept you pinned there on your back. "Can I at least get in my own bed?"

"Not without help," he told you sternly. "It might actually be better if we both sleep here tonight."

You raised a brow, trying not to laugh because you knew that it would sting like a motherfucker if you did. "Why both of us?"

"Someone has to look after you," Zemo pointed out. "And as your boyfriend, that would be me. I won't hear any excuses."

"Fine, fine, alright," you mumbled. "You win."

"Thank you," he sighed, going to grab a couple of blankets and the pillows from the bed. At the very least he could make sure that you were comfortable. He set everything up, asking you if you were okay, if you needed anything extra, but you shook your head. "Tomorrow. I'll track them down tomorrow, and I'll make sure that they pay for what they did to you."

Watching Zemo make himself comfortable on the floor by the sofa, you let your hand drift down, letting him hold it tightly as he hummed softly; you cleared your throat. "Tomorrow... I think we all just gotta get some sleep for tonight. Pretty sure Frank's knocked the fuck out with some strong shit Micro dosed him on."

"I don't care about Frank, he can look after himself... but you... no one fucks with you, Bärchen, you're mine. I'll make sure they fucking suffer for what they've done."

He would, you didn't doubt it for a second; when Zemo got angry, he didn't just get even. Oh, no, he made whoever his wrath was directed at fucking wish for someone kinder, someone like Frank, they would beg and they would plead and they would sob and their snot would trickle down to their lips. But Zemo would drag out everything, when he got angry, he was more than dangerous. He was worse than you and Frank. Far, far worse. You almost wanted to pity those drunk assholes who had jumped you and your best friend, but you couldn't bring yourself to; you couldn't even force a fake beg for him to go easy on them. Zemo would make damn sure that each and every one of them would suffer, and he was capable of more cruelty than you and Frank were. He could be more cruel than anyone. At the end of the day, no one made Zemo angry, and those assholes were about to have an entire shit storm rain down on them.

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[krazykiki05]

Niki Lauda Drabble

Finally. All the bandages were off. The scarring was almost complete. He was missing approximately a third of his face. He continued to stare at himself in the bathroom mirror in disgust. Now he's even uglier.

Emily notices her husband staring at himself. She enters the bathroom and places a gentle yet long kiss on Nikki's cheek. The not injured one. The warm touch soothed the driver. Emily pulled away to rest her head on his shoulder. Nikki wraps an arm around her waist.

"How is our marriage going to survive?" Nikki asked. Emily lifts her head to stare at her husband in shock.

"What?" Emily breathes. Nikki removes himself from her, turning his back.

"I look like this. People called me a rat before. Now what are they going to call me? A monster? They are going to question why you're still with me." Nikki rants. Emily places a hand on his shoulder.

"Nikki, you're still the man I married. Your accident didn't change who you are as a person. Sure you look different, but I don't care. Let them question me. But I know what I want in my heart and mind. And that's you. Don't let the public dictate our marriage." Emily pleaded. Nikki turns around, causing his wife's hand to slide back down to her side.

"I am giving you an opening to leave. To leave and find someone better. Someone more handsome and has a safe job where you know they will come home from. Someone who has the stamina to keep up in bed." As much as Emily hate to admit it, Nikki was right. Sex now goes a bit slower due to Nikki's loss of stamina. But again, Emily doesn't care. They still make love and that's all that matters.

"No, Nikki I want you-" Emily attempted to fling herself at her husband but he backed away and turned his head. A sharp pain stabbed her in the heart. "Do you want me to leave?" The question was asked in a quiet whisper Nikki barely caught. Nikki kept pushing her away. Is this what he wanted?

Nikki looks at her with wide eyes. "I-..." He couldn't form the words. He wanted her. He wanted her to stay. But he also cared about her too much to trap her in a miserable marriage. "What I want is for you to be happy. And if that is being single or with another man, then so be it. But... If by some miracle you are still happy being with me. Then by God I want you to say." Nikki finally answers.

"I want you, Nikki Lauda." Nikki's heart swells with love. He takes the one step he needs to kiss his wife deeply. Emily hangs her arms over his neck. Nikki pulls away. Their foreheads rest against each other. "I love you, my husband."

"I love you too, my wife.

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[wayward-mikaelson]

Distance pt.1 (Daniel Brühl x F!Reader)

Word Count: 1242

About: After your visit with German actor and boyfriend, you have to head back to the states for work.

Warnings/Trigger Warnings: None

*This work is written for the 18 and up crowd. By clicking "keep reading" you are acknowledging and agreeing that your 18 years or older.*

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The warmth of the morning sunlight beat through the window and hit your face. It felt nice, yes, but you had to roll over and bury your face into the cool skin of the person that laid next to you. You took in a deep breath to see if you could still smell the lingering smell of the woodsy cologne he wore. You could. The corner of your lips tugged into a small smile as you exhaled and wrapped an arm around your lover's bare torso and snuggled closer to him.

“Darling,” the morning rasp of Daniel’s voice caused your ears to perk up. You loved it when his voice got like that. You’d do anything to hear his voice like that. You felt the bed shift around beside you. “Darling,” Daniel repeated again, this time you felt his hand on your face.

You opened one eye and saw that Daniel had sat up on his right arm. He brushed the hair from your face and smiled down at you once he saw you fully open your eyes. His dark brown eyes never left your face. You knew exactly what he was going to say. 

“I know,” your voice was soft as you said it first. “I gotta get up and catch my flight.” You felt like your heart was about to burst saying it out loud. 

You had spent the last two weeks in Germany with your boyfriend. It was the first time in almost three months that you and Daniel had any kind of quality time together. Daniel had taken you to his favorite places, again, and that included his restaurant, for the millionth time. It had been a blast until last night when you realized that it would be your last night with him. You had to go back home to the states for your next job. You weren’t sure when you would see him next and that made your heart ache.

Distance was cruel sometimes.

Daniel and you met in Atlanta while you were working on the set of Captain America: Civil War. You were just a crew member and your number one rule, it was a huge rule for you and you alone, was to never get involved with an actor. That was due to their busy schedules and the fact that you would most likely never see them for months at a time. 

That all changed when you weren’t paying attention to where you were walking and bumped right into Daniel. His coffee had spilled everywhere on the front of his shirt and yours. You had been horrified but, luckily, for you, he wasn’t filming yet and it was just a random shirt. He brushed the whole incident off and insisted that you didn’t need to clean it.

The two of you started out as friends, talking and getting to know each other. While working on set, he’d take you out for coffee. Evans and Mackie teased you all the time about it, but the teasing never bothered you. Out of all the people you communicated with on a daily basis, Daniel was the one you talked to the most. It never seemed weird to you. You loved talking to him and talking to him made everything about your day feel better. Daniel had become a safe place for you and it didn’t take you long to realize you had feelings for the German-Spanish actor. You began to crave his presence each and every day while working on set.

It wasn’t until about a year later, after the very last scene you worked on Civil War, you guys ran into each other again. This time in London, you were working on another film and ran into him while dining at a small restaurant. The two of you hung around the restaurant until it was super late. You didn’t want to go your separate ways so you invited him back to your hotel room for a couple more drinks. It didn’t take long for things to heat up and the clothes to come off.

That was nearly four years ago.

Four years of making a relationship work with an actor, despite the number one rule you had, had years ago.

“I’ve enjoyed our time together,” You could hear the sadness creeping into Daniel's voice. He didn’t want you to leave at all either. He loved being with you because you brought out the good in him. He won’t admit it to you, but he hated the time and distance away from you. He wished that he could wake up to you every morning and fall asleep with you in his arms.

 “It’s such a shame you have to go back.” His fingers traced around your bare shoulders, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “I had so much more planned.”

You took a deep breath and sat up into a sitting position. Daniel soon followed. “I wish there was more time, but I gotta get back to start this new project.”

Your job wasn't hard, but it was very demanding. You got to travel the world with well known actors, directors, stunt doubles, etc. and everything was paid for. It paid well so when you had breaks from traveling, you had a little apartment in the suburbs of your hometown that you would stay in for a month or two. It was nicely furnished and whenever you traveled, you let your brother stay there to take care of your two cats. 

Daniel bit his bottom lip and sighed real deep. “I know, I know,” you spoke Daniel's unspoken thoughts before he could. “One day, there won’t be time nor distance between us.” 

“I know,” Daniel whispered as he brushed hair out of your face. ��Why don’t I help you pack up your things while you shower, my love.” 

The rest of the time, it was silent. It always was whenever one of you had to leave. You showered while Daniel packed up your things. You contemplated staying an extra day and calling your boss about the delay. One more day couldn’t hurt. When you stepped out of the shower and got dressed, you noticed your bags sitting by the door. Your jacket, laying on top. 

The two of you went around the corner to the small little coffee shop that you loved. Once the two of you ate and had a small cup of coffee, Daniel called you a taxi and helped you load up. Before you could get into the backseat, Daniel took hold of your upper arm and spun you around. Before you could even open your mouth to ask what was wrong, Daniel's lips were already pressing against yours. You sighed and melted right into his arms. 

“I love you,” Daniel whispered into your ear before kissing the side of your head. 

“I love you, too,” You loosened your hands and let go of the front of his shirt. When you looked up, you saw the softest smile on Daniel’s face. “I’ll call you when I land,”  you stepped back and settled yourself into the taxi. 

“I look forward to that.” 

As the taxi pulled away, you looked behind and watched as the man of your dreams grew smaller and smaller. You hated this feeling more than anything. You hated that you had to go or that he had to go. You hated everything about your situation and arrangement.

Distance was cruel.

Distance was a bitch.

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[blackleatherjacketz]

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Zemo and delightful

In honor of my pipes freezing on Christmas…

Helmut Zemo x Female Reader

Frozen fractals of ice crystallize their way across the window panes of your hideout as you try to hug the numbing cold out of your own torso, his stare from across the room doing little to warm you up.

“You’re shivering,” his voice reaches you before his feet do, his gloved fingers skillfully unbuttoning his jacket as he approaches.

“What?” You continue to rub your hands up and down your arms instinctively, failing to increase your warmth at all. “I’m fine.”

“Don’t be foolish, draga,” he opens his coat to you, revealing a thick purple turtleneck underneath. “Let us help each other.”

You stare at him in awe before the plummeting temperature prickles at your cheeks and rattles your bones, nearly forcing you to step into him with your arms still clung tightly around your body. You let him envelop you with his cloak like some sort of winged creature shielding you from the night, frigid and biting against your skin. His inherent tenderness surprises you as he draws you in close, the warmth of his body spreading into your chest as he deftly wraps his arms around you.

“Delightful, isn’t it? Our bodies keeping each other warm?” he whispers against your hair as you nestle into his shoulder, the soft fur of his collar gently brushing against your face.

“Maybe.” You want to at least put on some semblance of an act before you unclasp your arms and wrap them around his abdomen, squeezing him affectionately. “Just don’t tell Sam.”

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[vervainariadne]

Yep. That's right guys. I wish i was sam.

WE WISH WE WERE SAM.

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[laszlobruhl]

Mrs. Williams: Of all the stories I told you when I was your patient, which ones wormed their way into your mind, kept you up at night?

Oh, come, doctor. I don’t believe you were completely unmoved. 

Laszlo: I found your accounts of men’s vulnerabilities in particular interesting. 

Mrs. Williams: My accounts of men’s vulnerabilities? 

Laszlo: I recognized my own weakness, and it gave me pleasure.

Mrs. Williams: Then there’s your answer. If your friend enjoys inflicting wounds, there’s a good chance he has wounds of his own. The cripple in him is looking for the cripple in another. 

Laszlo: Forgive me madam. Thank you for your help. 

What stories did she tell that kept Laszlo up at night. Why is he so intimidated by her? Why is it, this woman can talk to him, that even he lowers his head for her?

How I wished to be with the therapy sessions of this woman.

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[loki-quinn]

Baron Helmut Zemo aesthetic

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[lavieaquatique]

so all quiet on the western front is the german contender for best international feature meaning that WE !! COULD !! HAVE !! DANIEL !! AT !! THE !! OSCARS !!

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[cazimagines]

Born to be wild - Chapter 19

Synopsis: Joining F1 as one of the first female drivers you knew was going to be a challenge but you weren’t prepared to deal with one particular asshole on the tracks. With the urge to win so strong within each racer, will romance pave the way? Or will it destroy everything?

Word count: 1.2k

Previous chapter: Your first Christmas spent with Niki, the two of you decide to move in together and celebrate Christmas with some fun times

A/N: This took a while for me to write because everything that was coming out I just wasn't happy with. Updates might be rare the next few weeks while work picks up but soon I'll be back at Uni and I'll start focusing on all of my writing again.

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Your legs cramped, complaining about how long you had been sitting in your car. Niki knelt beside the car, running his hand along the exterior. His lips were parted as he listened to you talk, and once you finished, he glanced at you. He pointed to another part of the car and asked what felt like the 100th question.

Exuberantly, you explained to him what parts of the car you had recently modified for the last race. Already there was an improvement in the car's speed, increasing by a few seconds in the race. Niki, of course, had noticed and was evidently curious about what you had done. Explaining what you had done, Niki nodded and listened patiently.

Abruptly, you felt the hair on the back of your neck rise, and an icy shiver ran through your body. In the back of your mind, you knew both you and Niki were being watched. As Niki knelt down further to examine the car's underside, you tossed your head, trying to grasp the eye line of whoever was looking at you. 

Your team, however, were going about their day, barely sparing you two a glance. They had all grown accustomed to seeing Niki around in the garage now. So often, he was there that they joked Niki was an unofficial third member of the team. The Ferrari garage did not appreciate such jokes, especially when it leaked to the press.

When you were about to give up, chalking the feeling to an over-reactive imagination, your eyes locked with James Hunt. He stood at the end of the garage, arms crossed, shaggy blonde hair framing the side of his face while his knee stuck up as he leaned against one of the metal walls.

James was scowling. As you captured his gaze, he didn't look away. The usual James Hunt arrogance shining through. You narrowed your eyes, trying to figure out what he was thinking. As this staring match continued, nothing occurred to you. Jame's should have no reason to stare at you in such a way; after all, everything between the three of you had been so peaceful this season. Sighing, you place your hands on the side of the car and hurl yourself up. 

"Give me a few minutes, Niki."

Niki peeked at you from where he was analysing the car. He followed your gaze and noticed James. He rose.

"What is he doing here?"

"That's what I am going to find out," you say, walking towards James.

Niki followed behind you, but James, noticing you walking towards him, stretched and took a few steps forward, meeting you halfway. As James looked at Niki, his frown deepened, and it felt like you could see ice-coat his blue eyes.

"What's with the look, asshole?" Niki clamours, raising his chin at James.

"I'd like to talk to you y/n, in private," James says, ignoring Niki's remark.

Niki narrowed his eyes, sucking on his top teeth before hissing the words.

"What matter of discussion requires me not being here?"

"A sensitive one, Niki. So sod off."

Niki looked close to snarling. He took a step forward as his cheeks flushed, but before he could hit James back with an insult, you placed your hand on his chest and stopped him.

"It's not worth getting into an argument, Niki. Just give me a few minutes to talk to him."

"Seriously," Niki snapped, his gaze turning to you in disbelief. 

"You're willing to hear him out after saying he didn't want me around? He is going to talk about me. He's made that clear. Whatever he says will be bullshit."

You glance between Niki and James. You knew Niki was right; whatever James would say, it would be about Niki and likely wasn't nice, but your curiosity was hard to beat.

"Just give me a few minutes, Niki."

Jame's lips twitched into a smug smile while Niki's burning eyes and tensed face glanced between the two of you before storming off. 

"You really know how to rile him up, don't you, James," you say, crossing your arms as you give him a disapproving look.

"I need some fun around here." James jostles, smirking, but as he sees his playfulness isn't making the situation better, his smile slips.

"Come on, y/n, don't tell me being engaged to that man for a month has drained any sense of humour from your mind."

"I still have my sense of humour, James's, but it's not funny seeing Niki upset."

"We're all friends, really. Though Niki seems to detest that word. You know it. It's friends chumming around."

"Is this really what you pulled me away from my work to talk about?"

If James still had any more joyfulness captured on his face, it faded quickly. He glanced to the ground and then back up at you, a solum breath of air leaving his lips. 

"You will not like what I am going to say, y/n."

"Then is there any need to say it?"

"Yes," Jame's stressed, taking a step forward to you.

The seriousness of the tone of Jame's voice and how his face had lost its usual charm shook you more than you thought it would. You'd never seen him so serious before. Not even when he was getting ready to race. 

"Then tell me."

Jame's eyes glance to the car behind you, then capture your eyes again.

"What were you just telling Niki y/n?"

You tilted your head, confused.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Please, just answer me."

"Well... I was just telling him some improvements I made in my car."

James hung his head, letting out another sigh.

"And how long has he been interested in knowing these things y/n?"

Suddenly, like the last puzzle piece fitted into the image, everything made sense.  

"No, James, that's not it."

"You knew what he was like y/n; you saw the way he treated you before. He didn't care. Not until you were winning. He knew you were doing things to the car-"

"What you are suggesting is ridiculous, James! Are you even hearing yourself right now?"

"I was watching him. I'd never seen him so interested in something before. I know Niki y/n; I've known him for a long time; I know what he is like."

"And I know what you are like! I can't believe you are accusing the person you just called a friend of something like that. To lie is one thing, but to fake a whole relationship? You really think Niki would be so heartless to do that simply to win?"

"Of course, I don't want to think that of him y/n, who would? But the evidence is there, and I don't want to see you being hurt by him."

You huff and shake your head at James, taking a step back.

"You don't want to see me hurt? Right, I see what this is."

Jame's eyes widen as he tries to take another step toward you. 

"Wait, y/n, that's not- that wasn't what I meant-"

"Niki and I are very happy, James, though that seems to surprise the entire world. I love him, and he loves me, and I would appreciate it if you didn't ‌meddle in our relationship any further."

You turned your back on James, fists clenched as you stormed off, following the path Niki took. You felt your cheeks burn in anger, your whole body vibrating. But what you hated more was the nagging feeling buried deep in the back of your mind that James had unlocked, the doubt of the relationship within. 

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[imarvelatthesight]

Besties I’m possibly about to start writing again for multiple fandoms, so if you see this post pleaseeee don’t hesitate to request <3

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[mlmxreader]

The Stars Shine For You | Ernst Schmidt x m!reader

anonymous asked: Could I request a very fluffy and cute Ernst Schmidt being with his boyfriend in a au where the Shepard is successful and everyone is returned home. Maybe a cute reunion where they are all emotional and reassure each other that they are still in love.

summary: you and Ernst have been apart for so long, worried about one another and what to expect when he comes back, but it seems that maybe not much is different.

tws: non-sexual nudity

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After so much time being apart, wondering if he would ever actually come home, you watched on the news as they announced that, at last, the mission had been successful; Earth was saved, and you felt your heart drop to your stomach as you covered your mouth with one hand and sobbed quietly. Sliding onto your knees as you hit the carpet; he was coming home. Ernst was finally returning.

You broke completely. Relief, joy, pride. It hit you all at once, so hard that you ended up falling asleep on the floor after you were finished crying; so drained that you didn't even wake up when the door opened several hours later.

Schmidt folded his arms across his chest as he looked down at you, a fond smile on his face as he shed a few tears; he chucked his keys on the coffee table, grabbed the fluffy silver coloured blanket from the back of the sofa, and draped it over your shoulders.

He knelt down, kissed your temple, and put a cushion under your head; he would let you sleep for a while, it was the least that he could do. The news was behind a few hours, only just announcing that he and the rest of the crew were actually coming home.

While you slept, Schmidt grabbed a cup of coffee, unpacked everything and put it where it once lived, and showered; he was only just coming out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist, when you woke.

"Hallo, mein Herz," he breathed out.

You stood there, staring at him for a while, before you swallowed thickly and barrelled into him; your arms were tight around his body as you kept him so close, crying quietly as you squeezed your eyes tightly shut and whimpered so softly. Schmidt let the initial shock wash over him before he returned the embrace; now that he had you in his arms, he was finally and truly home.

"Oh, mein geliebter," he murmured. "I missed you so much."

You didn't say anything, holding onto him with all the strength you had as you melted against him; it had been so long, so many days drenched in agony and worry that maybe he would never come back. Maybe the Shepherd would be unsuccessful and everything would go wrong, and now...

Now he was home.

"Ernst..."

"Ja, Ich bin hier," he said so sweetly. "I missed you... I love you."

You sniffled, pulling away and putting your hands on his face, studying his features; he hadn't changed much, except his stubble was a bit long, more scruff than anything else, but his big brown eyes were still the same. His hair was a bit longer than when he had left, and there was a faded bruise on his cheek, but he was still the same as when he had left.

"You need a haircut."

Schmidt grinned as he nodded, putting his hands on yours as he leaned into the touch. "Yeah, I do... you know, I thought maybe you would have moved on."

"Never," you breathed out, shaking your head. "Ernst, du bist meine Welt... I could never."

He brought your hand to his mouth, gently kissing your palm as he grumbled ever so quietly. "Du bist mein Stern. Mein geliebter. Mein Herz."

"Immer," you whispered, daring to steal a quick and gentle kiss.

You pulled him over to the bed, pulling back the duvet and getting in, waiting for him to drop the towel and finally join you; you snuggled into his side, pulling the blanket up to his chest as you slung one arm over his chest, your leg across his waist as he held on tightly to you. He was home.

He was home at last. Snuggled up with the man he loved more than anything in the world; all the video calls he had had with you never made up for the real thing. For hearing his voice again, for feeling his arms around you, the gentle caress of his scuff against your skin. Nothing could compare at all.

He tugged you closer, coaxing you to remove your shirt just so that he could feel your skin on his a bit more, tossing the offensive fabric aside and pulling you onto him; your hips on his as you rested your forearms on the pillow either side of his head, kissing him so softly.

You moved your arm so that you could tug at his hair, melting into how he kept his hands on your sides and eagerly dug his fingers into the flesh; the blanket over your back as you allowed him to take control and deepen the kiss. His tongue slipped between your lips, and you felt like you were going to cry.

It had been far too long since you had been able to kiss him again, you were starting to feel overwhelmed, and when he felt the first droplets on his skin, he gently pushed you away.

"Mein Stern... what's wrong?" He brought a hand up to wipe your tears away. "Talk to me."

"I just..." you sniffled, swallowing thickly. "I missed you so fucking much... kissing you again, it... it's all too much for me."

"I get it," Schmidt agreed softly. "Do you want me to stop?"

"Nein," you breathed out. "Bitte. Don't."

He grabbed the back of your neck, pushed you onto your back, and straddled your waist as he placed his arms either side of your head. "Is this alright?"

You nodded, hooking your arms around his neck as you pulled him down, but he grinned, and he licked his lips.

"Was?"

"Everything just keeps reminding me," he whispered. "I'm home... erinnern what I used to tell you?"

"That the stars shined only for me?" You asked, and when he nodded, you laughed softly. "Or that the stars never shined in space because I wasn't with you?"

"Both," Schmidt told you. "The stars do shine for you, mein Mann, and they never shined a day I was up there... they never shined until last night, when I was finally coming home, coming to you."

You grinned, sniffling as you shook your head. "Stop it."

"Stop what?"

"You're gonna make me cry, meine Welt," you told him softly. "So... shut up, and kiss me, maybe?"

"Now, that," he gently traced your bottom lip with his thumb. "I can do, mein Stern."

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[krazykiki05]

There’s Not Enough Hours in the Day

Zemo accidentally had a daughter at 16 with a 17 year old. When she found out what he was doing back in 2016, she teamed up with the Avengers to help fight her father at the age of 19. During this time, she helped Bucky and they grew close.. She moved to Wakanda to help him readjust to modern life. When Bucky came back from the blip, he lived with her. He would miss therapy if it wasn’t for her. She would have never seen her father again if it wasn’t for him.  I I PART 2 I I

“So our first move is grand theft auto?” Sam says as the lights to the garage turns on.  “These are mine.” Papa says with slight malice to the tone. I ran to my favorite car, the red jeep. Bucky follows me. I ignore what my father says and I reach into the backseat by crawling, leaving my ass hanging out for Bucky to look at. Pulling out my personal weapons, I remember my father letting my drive this car for my 18th birthday. I set the duffel bag on the driver’s seat, sifting through it to make sure everything was in there. “Babe…” Bucky muttered, pushing my hand away to rummage through it himself. “All this yours?” I nod proudly.  “Ever since I was 11, that man could buy me some kind of self defense weapon, when I hit 15, they started becoming more like these.” I explain before pulling out a pocket knife from a set I remember getting for my 15th birthday. I see my father walking away, I go to follow him.  “First stop is a woman named Selby. Mid-level fence I still have a line on. From there, we climb.” Papa says. 

~~~~~~~~~ As we get closer to the plane, Sam speaks up. “So all this time you’ve been rich?”  “I’m a baron, Sam. My family was royalty until your friends destroyed our country.”  “So if you’re a baron, and she’s your daughter, that makes her-” I finish Sam’s sentence.  “Baroness.” “How come you never told me?” Bucky asks, sounding a bit hurt.  “It didn’t seem to matter.” I answer.  “Hello, Oeznik.” My father greets the old man in Sokovian.  “Welcome, gentlemen, and lady.” Oez says back. I smile at him.  “Old friend.” Papa says, pulling him in for a hug. After they pull away I hug Oez, him kissing my cheek.  “Please.” papa ushered the men into the plane. 

Once we are in the air, I make myself comfortable in the seat across from my father since the boys were sitting on the other side of the plane across from each other. My knees were tucked up to my chest, overcoat being used as a makeshift blanket. My father chuckles softly as Oeznik comes in with two glasses of champagne. “Apologies if it’s a little warm.” He starts while handing the glasses to my father and I. “The fridge is out. But I will see if there is good food in the galley.” “If it doesn’t pass the smell test,” My father says in Sokovian. I roll my eyes. “Give it to them.” Oeznik chuckles.  “It’s good to have you back sir.” He says before turning to me. “Let me see if I can make your favorite.” He says. I stop him before he exits.  You don’t have to, I’m not hungry.” I say in Sokovian, trying to sharpen my skill. Oeznik was getting older, not as young as he used to be when I would ride this plane as a small child. Oez’s smile drops and my father snaps his head at me. I look at him. “I’m not!” I defend in English. Father tilts his head.  “You should eat something.” He orders in Sokovian.  “I ate before I came.” Father scoffs. “Don’t lie to me. I’ve been with you all day.” Father’s face grows darker in order to ask the next question. “Is it back?” I felt Oeznik lean in closer too. I swallow. I couldn’t tell him the truth. Not right now.  “No.” Father tilts his head back to relax.  “Oeznik, just make her something small, then.” Papa orders, eyes locked with mine the whole sentence.  “Yes, sir.” He responds in English before walking away.  “The hell was that?” Sam asks. Oh shit, I forgot they were there. My father continues to study me.  “Nothing that concerns you.” He answers. I glanced at Bucky who had a suspicious look on his face.  “Okay, then why don’t you tell us about where we are going?”  “I’m sorry.” Father mumbles, looking back down at his book. “I was just fascinated by this. I don’t know what to call it, but this part seems important.” He reaches in his book and pulls out a smaller one. I recognize it to be Bucky’s from its days of sitting on the mudroom table. “Who is Nakajima?” Papa asks. Bucky Is quick to get up, slamming him against his seat, holding him by his throat. I stand up myself.  “Buck, stop!” I plead, placing a hand on the arm around my father’s neck.  “If you touch that again, I’ll kill you.” He growls, I yank on his arm again.  “Okay, James, he gets it.” I snap. Bucky’s eyes snap towards me, before his hand releases their grip. He knows when I say his real name, I’m pissed. Bucky immediately softens going back to his seat, pulling me with him until I sit on the arm of his chair. I drape my legs over his and his metal arms hooks around my waist to keep me from falling.  “Sorry.” He mutters, barely audible.  “I’m sorry. I understand that list of names. People you’ve wronged as the Winter Soldier.” Papa said. I glare at my father.  “Don’t push it.” My boyfriend growls before nuzzling his face into my torso. I keep his head there by hooking my arm around, and running my fingers through his hair.  “You must have really looked up to Steve.” Papa acknowledged. “But I realized something when I met him. The danger with people like him,” He starts. My hand slides down to Bucky’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “America's Super Soldier is that we put them on pedestals.” Sam and I both noticed Bucky get antsy, shifting in his seat.  “Papa.” I warned.  “Watch your step, Zemo.” Sam did the same.  “They become symbols. Icons.” He did heed our warnings. “ Then we start to forget about their flaws. From there, cities fly, innocent people die. Movements are formed, wars are fought.” He looks at the man I’m trying to protect. “You remember that right? As a young soldier sent to Germany to stop a mad icon. Do we want to live in a world full of people like Red Skull? That’s why we are going to Madripoor.” I don’t know why my father has to make short answers long.  “What’s up with Madripoor? You guys talk about it like it’s Skull Island.” Sam asks. Bucky speaks up.  “It's an island nation in the Indonesian archipelago.”  “It was a pirate sanctuary in the 1800s.” I add.  “It’s kept its lawless ways but we cannot exactly walk in as ourselves.” Papa explains. “James, you will have to become someone you claim is long gone.” My eyes widened.  “No.”  “Annika, please-” “There has to be another person!”  “Annika, it’s fine.” Bucky says, placing a hand on my thigh. I look down at him as he looks up at me. He sucks at hiding the pain in his eyes.  “Bucky…” I mutter. He sends me a fake reassuring smile.  “Oeznik will be back soon. He will be very mad if he does not find you safe in your own seat.” Papa calls. Sam was taken back by the tone of his voice. A tone he saved just for me, I rolled my eyes and sat back in my own seat. Just in time for Oez to come out with three platters. One for me, Papa, and Sam and Bucky to split. I didn’t make any sign to move. Papa glares at me. “Eat.” He commands in sokovian. I ignore him. 

#bucky #Bucky Barnes #buckybarnes #bucky imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fluff #zemo #zemo imagine #daddy zemo #helmut zemo #sam wilson #captain america #tfatws #sebastian #Sebastian Stan #sebastianstan #sebastian stan imagine #daniel brühl #daniel brul #daniel bruhl imagine

[kornealla]

If I had a nickel for everytime I developed a crush on an old married man with a noticeable lack of lips and a questionable accent I would have 2 nickels

Which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice

#Daniel Bruhl #Christian Bale #the fact that one of them is German HURTS #the other one is Welsh so it’s all good but WHY IS THE FIRST ONE GERMAN #JUST WHY #imagine German dirty talk and it sounds like a Merkel speech omg #I would DIE (in a bad way)

[blackleatherjacketz]

Wish that you could touch her

Helmut Zemo x Female Reader x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Smut, 18+ Only! Jealousy, Manipulation, Scheming Zemo, Coercion, Dubious Consent, Vaginal Fingering, Voyeurism, Finger Sucking, Choking, Kissing, Sub/Dom Undertones

“You wish that you could touch her, don’t you James?” Zemo plants a gloved hand on Bucky’s shoulder, squeezing it gently as they both stare at you from across the room, their eyes filled with differing depths of desire.

Bucky doesn’t bother to say anything out loud, only glowers silently as Zemo’s hand moves over his arm and chest, lightly massaging his muscles before he slowly slinks toward you. You can tell by the way that Bucky’s breathing, slow and controlled as if each breath pains him to take in and out, that he’s doing everything within his power to restrain himself. That look in his eye tells you that he’s forcing himself not to take the baron out right where he stands, that he regrets hatching the plan to break him out of prison, even if he only manages to glance up at you for a split second.

Why is Zemo talking about you as if you’re not even in the room? As if you’re some kind of object? And why would Bucky even care? He doesn’t think about you like that… does he?

“I know you do.” Zemo walks the short line between you two, taking his time to traipse around your stunned stance as he touches your arms and shoulders in a similar fashion. “And who could blame you, really?” He traces your ear down to your jawline as you stare at your friend, a confused look knitting your brows together as his caresses tie a knot in your stomach. “In fact, I made sure of it.”

“The hell are you talking about?” He growls, watching him touch you as the fingers on his metal arm twitch and flex.

“You think I haven’t noticed how you look at her? How you moan her name at night when you think the rest of us are sleeping?” He chuckles to himself, running his fingers carefully down your neck and chest. “These walls are much thinner than you think, James.”

What?!

“Bucky, I didn’t know…” You look up at him as he stares at the floor, pulsing his metal arm in and out of a fist.

“Stop it.” He refuses to look at you as he takes a step forward, attempting to contain his rage as tears wet the whites of his eyes.

“Why? Are you going to do something about it?” He circles around you as his eyes remain on Bucky, making a point to sit down in the chair behind you before pulling you into his lap. “It’s too late for all that, now isn’t it?” He makes a show of slowly spreading your legs apart with his hands, making sure Bucky watches as he pulls your underwear to the side beneath your dress. “You should have heard her while you were out last night, James. The sounds she made for me… I had her purring like a kitten.”

Oh God, you should have known better. He was used to playing with fire, and you were nothing more than a single match he could strike on the side of the box, igniting the kindling he had laying around for decades upon his return. How could you have been so stupid? How could you have been so careless?

Bucky’s nose flares as he walks up to both of you, pupils pinpoint with fury as he wraps his metal hand around Zemo’s throat. “I’m gonna fucking kill you.”

“Oh really? And risk our mission? Explain to the authorities how I escaped from prison in the first place? Let your new pardon with the United States hang in the balance all in the name of vengeance?” He teases your clit with his finger, rubbing it to and fro as he effortlessly speaks down to him with that devilish smirk you’ve gotten to know too well.

Bucky loosens his grip on Zemo’s throat, still keeping his fingers wrapped around it as he glances over at you.

You can’t help but look away as you try to ignore it, try to reject the sensations his leather clad finger sends into your core as he converses with your partner as if he’s in the middle of some mundane business meeting. You’d think that all this attention on Bucky would decrease his ability to focus on you, that it would slow down the pressure and rhythm of his fingers, but it’s actually doing quite the opposite. You hold your breath as he rubs tiny little waves of pleasure into your core right in front of him, hoping you can mask the beginnings of bliss he’s already stirring inside you.

“Now now draga, don’t be shy,” Zemo scolds, grabbing your chin with his opposite hand to turn your face toward Bucky’s. “Show him how good you can moan.” He smirks before looking over at him, ignoring the threat his vibranium hand poses to his windpipe. “She wants you too, Soldat, believe it or not; both of you too scared to do anything about it until I came along.” He delves his fingers between your folds, pressing in on your bud with his thumb as you groan into the space between them. “There it is.”

Bucky’s features soften as you nod and look at him, his reddened eyes slowly drying out as he swallows his pride along with his anger, releasing his grip on Zemo’s throat entirely. He doesn’t know what to do, freezing in place for what seems like an eternity before looking over at him and then back at you as your pleasure spreads scarlet up into your neck and across your cheeks.

“It’s okay,” you reassure him, hoping that it will be once he joins the two of you together in this tangled mess of delicious deceit.

“Taste her, James.” Zemo pulls his fingers out of you, gloves now coated in your slick as he holds them in front of your face, waiting for Bucky to take action. You can feel him hold his breath as his chest expands against your back, both of you waiting cautiously for him to either comply or completely lose control; a game of Russian roulette you weren’t entirely ready for.

But here you are.

Bucky’s lips part after a long, drawn out silence and all of the sudden, the fire is alight. He allows Zemo’s fingers to brush past his lips and tongue as he holds you fast with his stare, your tangy unique flavor clashing against the chemicals used to dye his leather gloves as he sucks them into his mouth.

“Good boy,” Zemo pushes them in even further, brushing his cheek affectionately with his thumb as his lips surround his knuckles. “She tastes better than you ever could have imagined, doesn’t she?” He pulls his fingers out of his mouth, tugging on his bottom lip with each one before finally letting it bounce back into place. “Aren’t you glad you opened up, James?”

Bucky nods and looks at you, his blue eyes darkening as that fire catches hold of all three of you, urging him to lean in and kiss you. Those swollen lips of his are still ripe with your essence as he holds onto the back of your head, allowing you to taste yourself while his tongue brushes against yours. You reach up in return and pull him in close, teeth clashing against each other as the flame grows hotter between you, spreading farther and faster as Zemo kisses his way up your neck and onto your lips. You can feel him grow in excitement between your cheeks as the three of you collide in the middle, taking turns kissing each other’s mouths, cheeks and necks until Zemo visibly pulls back.

“What?” Bucky grumbles as Zemo gently closes your legs, standing you up from your seated position only to sit you back down onto the chair by yourself. “I thought…”

“On your knees, James.” Zemo smooths his hand over his growing erection before running it through Bucky’s hair and tugging. “It’s time for you to really make her moan.”

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[vervainariadne]

He's so bougie here

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[reinexe]

Just watched the movie ( next door ) by Daniel brühl.. and i- 😭😭

#Daniel bruhl #Daniel bruhl fanfics #Daniel bruhl smut #zemo #zemo imagine #zemo x reader #zemo smut #helmut zemo #laszlo kreizler #movies #Daniel waltz #Daniel waltz x reader #next door 2021