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🍄 hey! I’d love to have Zemo wake me up with kisses in his nice big fancy bed lol, number 35 from the kisses prompts please! And happy 1k!
Of course anon! Thank you so much for supporting my work!!! I hope this is still good because I deviated a tiny bit from the prompt. Enjoy!
Slow Mornings, A Helmut Zemo x GN! Reader Drabble
Prompt: Wake-Up Kisses With Zemo
Rating: T
Warnings: None
Word Count: 700~
For someone who had served in the military and lived in a high-security prison for almost ten years, Helmut Zemo was a surprisingly late riser.
If you two had something to do he had no problem with being up early. In fact, on those days where you had to be up for travel or had planned an outing in the early hours of the day, he was a surprisingly chipper morning person, bustling around the kitchen to make breakfast and getting things packed. That being said, if he didn’t need to be awake before noon, you could be damn sure that he wouldn’t be.
This was one of those mornings. The kind where you woke up to the heavy weight of Helmut’s arms around you and the warmth of his breath on your chest. On mornings like these, you let yourself dawdle a bit more, leaning into his touch and basking in the warmth of the slowly rising sun. The bed beneath you was plush; warm, welcoming, and covered in surprisingly warm silk sheets. In contrast, a cool breeze blew in from the slightly-ajar door leading out to the balcony. After a while, though, getting up was unavoidable. It was time to wake the beast. With a soft chuckle, you attempted to shift yourself from his grip.
It didn’t work.
Even in his sleep, Helmut’s hold on you was firm. You tried again. This time, though, you added the incentive of your voice, still rough from sleep.
“Hel,” You called gently as you wiggled, “Hel, it’s time to get up,”
He didn’t even give a grumble in return. For all intents and purposes, he was dead to the world. How had he ever survived his short stint in Madripoor if he slept this deeply? You couldn’t even fathom it. Still, in this situation where there was no threat, you hated to disturb his peace.
Well, perhaps you could stay in bed for a few more minutes…
Those minutes quickly turned to an hour in the blink of an eye.
Only then did Helmut begin to stir in his place beside you, eyes fluttering open, still half glazed over with exhaustion. You smiled down at him softly. “Goodmorning, sleepyhead,” As you spoke, your hand made its way into his wild bedhead, doing his best to smooth it down.
He offered you a lazy grin. “Goodmorning, Schatzi,”
You loved him like this, lax against your body with his voice still thick and his accent strong enough to make your knees weak. Bare-chested and starry-eyed, he didn’t seem one bit like the intimidating man you knew he was outside your house. Here, he was simply Helmut. Grinning, sleepy, dopey Helmut who would never turn down a chance to drag you into bed and stay there for hours. It made you want to kiss him. So, that’s what you did.
Matching his lazy smile, you stooped down to place a soft kiss on his lips.
Helmut was quick to fall into the familiar rhythm. He nipped at your lower lip slightly, deepening the kiss and letting his mouth fall open against yours as you pressed yourself closer to his warm body. For a moment, you relished the feeling of his bare chest against your own. He was always so warm, so soft as he pressed himself flush against you. When he pulled away, you couldn’t help but whine.
“Did I miss anything important?” He teased, propping himself on his elbow as you recollected yourself. Suddenly, you were feeling much more awake.
“Nothing much,” you giggled breathlessly, “but it’s almost noon. You owe me breakfast,”
“Breakfast?” He leaned in once again, giving you a soft peck on the lips that made your face heat up. “Now, Y/N, what in the world could you possibly want for breakfast,”
Slowly, you approached his face for another kiss. As Helmut let his eyes flutter closed, though, you pulled away with a giggle. “Pancakes I think. Maybe some fruit too?”
Helmut groaned at your antics. Rolling onto his back, he went limp against the bed. “Just five more minutes?”
You settled in at his side. “Fine, five more minutes, but then I get my pancakes,”
“Anything for you, darling,” He hummed, “Now come here, let me hold you,”
Maybe you could afford to stay in bed a little longer after all.
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🍄 touching 35 with zemo?? happy 1k babe!! you totally deserve it, and i can't wait to see where you go from here!
Thank you, thank you, thank you!!! I can’t express how grateful I am to you for being so kind (and letting me wail about how much I love Daniel Bruhl), but I hope this little gift drabble is enough to give you an idea.
By Lamplight, A Helmut Zemo x GN! Reader Drabble
Prompt: Kissing Zemo’s Bruises/Scars
Rating: 16+
Warnings: Slight Allusion To Sexual Content
Word Count: 700~
“Where did you get this one?” You asked softly, eyes gleaming in the warm golden glow of the lamplight. From above him looking down, you could see every plane of his soft flesh illuminated in the darkness. Slowly, your fingers traced the long jagged scar that blazed a trail across his sternum.
Helmut sighed. “It was a parting gift from a man I killed about ten years ago. I thought he was down, so I turned my back on him. Turns out he had a pocket knife and enough energy to stand up and get a good slash in. I’ll never make that mistake again, not with a reminder like this,”
In the darkness, he gestured towards the long-since healed wound. It was a bad one, all jagged edges and thick white scar tissue lining the shiny pink gash. That being said, it was a part of him, just as every other scar and mole and divot on his body was just a part of him. That meant you loved it just the same. He didn’t seem to feel that way though, shying away from your eyes and touch as you explored him.
“Does it still hurt?” You murmured.
“Not anymore,” he replied, letting his fingertips ghost over your thighs as he admired you, “It’s just… strange to have someone focus on it,”
At his words, you pulled your fingers away just a fraction of an inch. There was a hesitation within you now. Had you done something wrong? “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,”
When you met his gaze, pupils blown wide with hunger, you smiled. With a twinkle in your eye, you slowly lowered your mouth to the scar and left a trail of soft, barely-there kisses down its length. Helmut trembled below you. You could feel every hitched breath under your hands. When you came up again, his dark visage had softened into something more like adoration.
“Do you have any more?” Your voice came out as a whisper, just barely there.
Helmut nodded, removing his hand from your thigh and instead using it to guide your own digits towards a less noticeable scar on his shoulder. You traced it reverently.
“That one I got from my cousin. He shot me in the shoulder with a BB-gun at close range,”
You chuckled a bit as you lowered your mouth to the marred skin. “Did you get him back for it?”
“Absolutely,”
This continued for a while. From your perch on Helmut’s hips, you had access to his whole chest, working your way through each only injury and relishing in the phantom memories they told. Outside the window, the world still turned. Cars passed, shops closed up, people chattered in the streets; inside your small room, though, time stood still. Nothing mattered except you and Helmut and the soft flickering of the filament in the old, half-dead bulb that lit you from the side. It was like a gift from the universe. After months of constant movement, it was nice to take a momentary pause.
Finally, you reached Helmut’s last available scar.
It was tiny, a soft white line not two centimeters long on the soft skin where his neck met his chin. You relished in the feeling of his pulse beneath your mouth. “And this one?”
Helmut was a shivering wreck beneath you. He had been since about the fourth or fifth scar, not that you’d been counting. A low groan escaped his lips as he let his fingers dig into the meat of your thighs just a little. He was straining for something, anything you would give him. The look in your eyes told him it wouldn’t be long before he got what he wanted.
“Shaving. I got that one shaving about a month ago,”
You hummed a soft affirmative. Pressing one last kiss to his pulse, you finally rose once again. “I like your scars, Helmut. Do you want to see some of mine?”
He wasted no time flipping you over to take your place. It was going to be a long night.
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🍄 with our dearest Baron + prompt 19 from kisses (forehead kisses) also CONGRATS ON THE BIG MILESTONE YAYYYY I AM SO PROUD OF YOUUUU HERE IS TO 1k 🍾 AND TO MANY MOREEE 🥂🎉🎉
THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! I just watched Ladies In Lavendar tonight, so this was very inspired by that setting. I hope you enjoy it!
Confessions Over Coffee, A Helmut Zemo x Reader Drabble
Prompt: Forehead Kisses With Helmut Zemo
Rating: T
Warnings: Mentions of Drinking/Hangovers
Word Count: 1000~
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The cottage was like a world in and of itself.
You rarely had to leave. The community was small, a seaside town where the trappings of modernity were kept at bay by tradition, so all of your business could be conducted on foot or by bike. Your little back garden grew vegetables and flowers and with the money Helmut had stashed away from his life before you lived comfortably.
In that house on the cliffs near the sea, things were safe. It had taken a few years to gain the trust of the locals, ever fickle and set in their ways, but soon enough you were neighbors instead of foreigners. Even if someone were to come to try to find you and drag you back to the world outside, none of your friends would even let them get close. You were safe. So, you learned to relish in the little things and let yourself relax.
This morning, the little thing you chose to enjoy was coffee.
Usually, you would have had tea, but Helmut had come back late from a meeting with his friends at the pub and was going to be incredibly hungover when he woke up. A cup of strong, black coffee would do him good. As you poured his cup from the french press you paused for a moment before pouring your own. Caffeine was still fine in moderation, that was what the doctor said. Resolutely, you poured your own mug and added plenty of sugar.
It only took Helmut a few more minutes to rouse himself from his dreamless sleep and stumble into the kitchen where you waited. The second he saw you, he smiled. Despite that, you could tell he was battling a severe headache from his escapades the night before. Now that he wasn’t drinking as frequently, they tended to hit him twice as hard after half the alcohol. You offered him his cup of coffee with a sly smile.
“I thought you’d need this,” Your voice was a lilting tease.
He took the mug from you gratefully, squinting against the rising daylight that streamed in from what felt like every direction. “You were correct, Schatz, thank you,” For every ounce of gratitude in his sleep-rough voice, though, there was an equal measure of exhaustion. It really had been a late night. Maybe today wasn’t the right morning for news…
No. You steeled yourself. It was better to do it now, in the soft glow of the morning as Helmut wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close, than to do it later.
With a deep breath, you leaned into his touch. “How was your night?”
“Long,” He groaned, “Franz insisted we stay for another round every time I tried to slip away,”
“But did you enjoy yourself?”
“Not nearly as much as I would have if you had come with me,” The fingers on his free hand laced with yours as he drank deeply from the cup, letting his eyes flutter shut. “We missed you last night, by the way. Magda was sure to remind me that she was bored without your company at least once an hour for the duration of the night,”
You swept a small lock of his hair away from his forehead. “I’m afraid Madga has lost her drinking buddy for a while,”
Helmut stilled. Confusion laced every feature on his tired face as he searched your eyes for some sort of clue, the key to the puzzle you had laid in front of him. “I… I don’t understand, Schatz. Did… did something happen? Have I done something to upset you?”
A smile spread across your face as you shook your head no. “I just can’t drink, darling,”
“Can’t drink? You’ve drunk me under the table hundreds of-”
“I’m pregnant,”
He froze. It was as if in an instant his hangover had disappeared and he was viewing the world with newfound clarity. “What?”
Your grin grew wider. “I’m pregnant, Helmut, we’re having a baby,”
Helmut’s world stopped turning. The only thing that mattered was him and you and the child you carried with you. With a trembling hand, he set down his mug on the counter before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to him. “Mein Gott, Schatz, I… Mein Gott,” His voice trembled as he spoke. All you could do was run your hand through his hair as he put together his thoughts. “How long?”
“Two weeks,” you murmured. “When I went into town for groceries I stopped by the doctor’s and had then run a blood test. I’m about a month and a half along now,”
“And you didn’t tell me?” His words held no vitriol as he pulled back, letting his hands rest on your stomach, tracing the curves there as if he expected a bump.
“I was waiting for the right time,”
Slowly, he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. It lasted only a second, but it conveyed things words could never say as you stood, all three of you connected, basked in the glow of the sunlight from the big windows behind you. You had never felt more at peace.
“You have given me a great gift, Schatz,” Helmut whispered, lips still inches from your face as he pulled away, “and I promise, I will be with you every step of this journey, for better or for worse,”
“Even when I’m vomiting on your shoes?”
He chuckled. “Even when you’re vomiting on my shoes, though I’d hope that I could get you to a restroom before that had to happen,”
It was easy to fall against his chest and giggle, relishing in the soft vibrations of his laughter. “This baby is going to be the most loved creature on this whole planet. Especially with a great papa like you,”
Helmut couldn’t help but agree. In the back of his mind, he could see another shining pair of eyes, still misty from joyful tears, and a child long dead and buried. He smiled.
“That they will be, Schatz. I’ll make sure of it,”
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🍄 Zemo with Kiss promt #22. It gives me pride and prejudice vibes and like I was standing in the rain today so why not XD Congrats again on 1k!!! Can't wait to see more of you work! 😊
Thank you so much!!! I suddenly had inspiration for this idea and I’m really glad I got it down before I forgot about it lol. I hope you enjoy it!
Another Timeline, A Helmut Zemo x Baroness!Reader Drabble
Prompt: Kisses In The Rain with Helmut Zemo
Rating: T
Warnings: Mentions of the Sokovia Disaster
Word Count: 1100~
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You had been feet from death when the roof caved in.
No, not feet.
Inches.
Huddled together with Heinrich and Carl, you had only made it out of the house seconds before a massive chunk of rubble had dropped down and destroyed the entire front room. If you’d been even a few seconds slower while leaving, or if you’d chosen to try to go back for your phone, all three of you would have been dead, but spectacularly, you had made it. There was nothing left to do then but hold your son close and pile into Heinrich’s ill-suited Lamborghini as you made your way as far away from the ruins of Novi Grad as you could.
In the end, you’d stopped at the nearest big city almost 3 hours after watching your home crumble to dust under a chunk of the capitol where your husband had been stationed. Catatonic, you’d made your way to an emergency relief center the locals had set up and then came the waiting. Two whole days of nothing but waiting.
It rained the whole time.
The people were welcoming, of course, most of them happy to give up blankets or rations for the Sokovian royal family, but you declined their assistance where you could. At least you knew when the last hot meal you’d eaten was before this hell on earth. The people out here… well, you couldn’t say the same. Besides, you were far too anxious to eat or sleep anyways, so you passed any food you could on to your son or your father-in-law. There was something a bit more pressing you needed to do.
Every day, from the crack of dawn until you finally passed out, you sat camped out by the one small radio that the camp had said up in the central tent, listening to the officials list off the names of those found dead after the disaster. Heinrich insisted that it wasn’t good for you, that the three of you should just drive over the border to Latveria and take shelter with the Von Dooms, but you refused to leave, because there, bundled in a shock blanket, you were waiting to hear Helmut’s name. “If he looks for us, he’ll look for us here,” you insisted, and so you stayed, all three of you, huddled together at the side of that radio as you tried to assure your son that everything would be okay.
Only at the end of the second day did you rise from your spot to try to gather up some more supplies from another tent.
It was just before sundown, though with the heavy cloud cover from a mix of precipitation and dust you could barely tell the difference between night and day anymore. By lamplight, you passed the huddled masses in search of a supply table or organizer of some kind. That’s when you heard his voice.
“Do you have a list of all the people taking shelter here?”
You didn’t trust your ears at first. In the darkness, it could have been any Sokovian man searching for his family. Above you, the rain fell in heavy, mucky drops that settled on your skin and streaked it with the remnants of the debris that hung heavy in the clouds. It was a trick of the night, that’s all.
“I’m sorry, sir, but-”
“Please. I have a wife and a son, their faces are known to the public, I just need to know if anyone has seen them here,”
In an instant, you froze. Could it be?
“Baron, is that you?”
That was the catalyst. You whipped around and there, in the gaudy white glow of an emergency camping lantern at a check-in table about 10 feet away, was Helmut. He looked awful, with dirt smeared across his face and uniform and tears in his eyes. Seeing him again, though, in any state made your heart stop. He was alive.
Your sudden pause must have caught his attention because in a second his eyes were on yours and he was running at a full sprint towards you through the mud. A soft sob escaped your lips as he captured you once again in his arms and pressed a desperate kiss to your lips. It didn’t matter that your house was nothing more than a pile of rubble. In Helmut’s arms, you were home. So you kissed him. You kissed him good and hard and breathless despite the black rain that poured above you until you couldn’t kiss him anymore.
“Schatz, I-” he gasped, wet hair dripping long dark streaks of water down his face that almost masked his tears, “Carl? Is he...”
“Safe,” you nodded, “He’s safe and so is your father. They’re just inside that tent,” As you spoke, you gestured off in their direction.
“Mien Gott... Y/N I came back to the house and it was nothing but dust. I searched for you, for your bodies, for days…”
“We’re safe, Helmut. All of us are safe,” Your whole body seemed to tremble as you brought a hand up to his cheek. He relished in your touch, pressed into it, craved it and needed it like he needed sleep or air. For the first time in days, you felt halfway conscious of the fact that you had barely eaten or slept. It still didn’t matter though, not when you had just come back together.
Something dark crossed Helmut’s features as he looked away from your face. “The Avengers and their hubris have destroyed our country, our people, our home… I can’t let them simply get away with this. They’ll pay for what they’ve done to us,”
Slowly, you guided his face and gaze back to your own. It grounded him, gave him something to focus on other than the tremendous grief and loss that surrounded you on every side. “Once we’re somewhere safe and dry, we can ask Victor what can be done to hold them accountable, but for now can’t we simply be grateful that we’re all together again? For me?”
He nodded, pulling you in for another, softer kiss. “I don’t know what I would do without you, Schatzi,”
“Nothing good,” you murmured against his lips before pulling back, “Now, it’s time to go see your son,”
Hand in hand, you trudged through the muck towards your future, thoughts of what could have been fully resigned to the back of your minds. Vengeance could wait, for now, you needed peace, and that was what you were going to get.
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🍄 34 with Zemo pretty please? 🥺 Congrats on 1000 sweetie!
Thank you so much anon!!! I hope you enjoy this!
Talks In The Barbie Car, A Helmut Zemo x Reader Drabble
Prompt: Holding Hands While Driving With Helmut Zemo
Rating: G
Warnings: Mentions Of Jumping Out Of A Moving Car (Nobody Does)
Word Count: 600~
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Helmut had been driving since long before you had ever met him. Casual cruising, the occasional Grand Prix back in Sokovia, dirty drag races along back streets in Madripoor; if there was a car, he could drive it and he could drive it well. That meant that he was usually the one behind the wheel when you traveled from place to place in a vehicle. This time was no exception.
The two of you were speeding down some highway in Germany in a convertible Helmut had only taken out of the safety of his garage at your insistence. It was flashy, a brilliant pink thing that looked like it would belong to a life-size barbie doll, and you had nearly fainted when you saw it in the corner gathering dust. With some begging and more than a few kisses, Helmut had finally obliged you. Now, you were living out your childhood dreams as he merged lanes and you stretched in your comfy leather seat.
If you could go back in time and tell your younger self where you were now, you probably never would have believed it. Jet setting across Europe in a whirlwind romance with an escaped criminal was definitely not considered within the realm of possibility for you when you were a kid, and yet here you were, enjoying the soft breeze as Helmut turned up the radio and pressed his foot down on the gas. It was a little like a dream.
“Penny for your thoughts?” He chuckled.
It took you a minute to get out of your own head and answer him. “I was just thinking about the past few months,”
“In a good way or a bad way?”
“Definitely a good way,”
He hummed thoughtfully. “I assumed you were plotting the best way to bail out of the passenger seat, so I was going to advise you to wait until we reached a non-terminal speed. I even would have pulled into the left-hand lane so you had somewhere soft to land,”
“You know I’d never bail out of a car without taking you with me,” you chuckled. As you spoke, you let your hand creep over to the gear shirt and take Helmut’s digits into your own. “Besides, why would I leave? What could I get out there that I don’t already have now with you?”
His palm was warm against your own. Despite his background, his hands tended to be so soft and pleasant against your own. Even the gentle traces of callous on his palm and thumb were simply pleasant when he ran that finger up the length of your wrist in slow, calming patterns.
“Stability, freedom, the security of knowing you wouldn’t be charged as the accomplice of an escaped terrorist…”
You scoffed. “But nobody out there could love me like you do, Helmut. They couldn’t fly me to my favorite restaurant at the drop of a hat or cancel all their plans for a week whenever I get sick to nurse me back to health, and they definitely couldn’t spend a week tracking down my asshole ex just to scare the shit out of him,”
“You don’t know that for a fact,”
“But do you?”
Helmut sighed and squeezed your hand a little tighter. “I suppose you’re right, as always, Schatzi,” Despite his exhausted tone, the ghost of a smile was playing on his lips. That was enough for you.
“Of course I am,” you giggled, keeping your fingers interlaced with his as you leaned back in your seat. “Now step on it, Hel, I wanna be in Paris by tomorrow,”
“As my Baroness commands,”
With that, he let himself push the gas pedal down and sent the convertible into high gear, hurtling down the empty road and into the sunset without a single glance back at the world you left behind.
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alrighty congrats on 1K you totally deserve it!!
i was just wondering if i could get a 🍄 with zemo and the desperate kisses prompt because i’m here for some angst honetsly 👀
anyways i just wanted to tell you your blog has been such a fun space for me these past week and i’m so excited to stick around for more!
I’m so happy you enjoy my blog, thank you so much!!! This definitely ended up less angsty than I wanted it to be, but after this past episode, I just couldn’t stop myself from writing this! I hope you enjoy it.
Watching The Door, A Helmut Zemo x GN! Reader Drabble
Prompt: Desperate Kisses with Helmut Zemo
Rating: G
Warnings: Slight Falcon and the Winter Soldier Spoilers for Episode 5 Regarding Zemo
Word Count: 900~
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It had been three days since the breakout was reported on the news.
No, not breakout. Riot. They had reported it as a riot. A riot with no injured and one dead.
You took a deep breath, hands trembling as you poured two cups of tea. Sharon said, with the money you paid and the time needed to have the body removed by her associates, that it could take up to a week to get him home to you. Still, you poured him a cup of tea every morning anyways. It was better to be prepared.
Part of you still wondered why he had gone back to that memorial. It wasn’t worth it to wonder why he did what he did, though. Helmut was a man with a brilliant, but straightforward mind. If he chose to do something he was going to do it no matter what. For as annoying as that was you did love it about him. You sighed. Maybe it would have been easier if he’d said goodbye.
All of that was over now, though. You’d never have to worry about it again. Once he was home and safe and dead to the world you could live your lives in peace. All that was left to do was wait.
The clock on the wall of the kitchen ticked slow. Seconds felt like hours as you stared down at your steaming mug. You never drank it, not these days. It reminded you of too much. It gave you too much to lose. Every creak of the old wood floors as your old house settled around you for the day made you jump. It gave you hope only to pull it away when you realized it wasn’t the door.
Sometimes it felt like going mad, the sudden thrill in your heart that died just as fast as you realized that Helmut wasn’t waiting for you in the doorway. Other times you relished in it. That feeling meant you still had a heart at all. It meant there was still hope, that the emptiness in your chest you woke up to every morning wasn’t permanent. Still, hope without reason was a certain type of madness in and of itself.
So, you sat in the kitchen alone watching the steam from two full mugs rise and disappear into the air around you.
That is, you did, until out of the blue a familiar creak broke you out of your own thoughts.
The second you heard the soft jingling of the bells on the wreath that adorned your front door, it was as if the whole world had colors again. You shot up from your place at the kitchen counter. It couldn’t be, could it? With soft feet on the hardwood, you crept towards the living room.
There, standing in the doorway, was Helmut. He looked exhausted, a small bandage holding together what looked like a nasty gash on his brow bone, but overall he looked like himself. He was home.
“Helmut?” You whispered from your place across the room.
In an instant, his eyes shot up to meet you, and when he saw you he smiled. “Schatz,” he murmured. There was a strangeness to him, a warm, fuzzy softness around his edges that beckoned you closer. You’d missed him so much. When he opened his arms, dropping his small bag of belongings on the floor, you wasted no time running into his embrace.
There were tears, but the good kind, and they flowed freely from both of you as you reunited. He still smelled the same, cedarwood and mint. Part of you thought he would have changed despite the fact that it had only been a few months since you’d seen him last, but no. He was still himself. Still the Helmut you had fallen hard and fast for. Still in love with you.
Then he kissed you and it was like he had never left.
It was desperate, a plea or a promise or something in between delivered wordlessly through breathless presses of his mouth to yours as you let your lips meet madly again and again and again in the doorway. You didn’t know how, but as he kissed you then you knew it was going to be okay. There would be no more madness, no more running, just a quiet life at his side until you grew old together and moved on from one world to the next in each other's arms. That only made you more desperate to kiss him more.
When you finally had to pull away, both of your lips were swollen and red from the constant, rough contact. Neither of you cared. The only thing that mattered was that Helmut was solid in your arms. The rest could wait.
“I missed you,” he whispered, eyes misty.
You nuzzled closer to his chest. “I missed you too,”
As he stroked your hair, he tried to offer up some sort of placation for the choices he’d made. The choice to leave you alone.
“Schatz, I-”
“Shh,” You shook your head, “I don’t wanna talk about it right now. Can we just… can we just stay like this for a little while?”
He huffed out a laugh. “Of course. Whatever you’d like,”
So you did. You stayed connected there, simply holding each other, for as long as you could bear to. When you finally did break apart, the tea was long cold, but more could be made. There was a lifetime of tea left to make with Helmut at your side. That lifetime had just begun.
You couldn’t wait to see what would happen next.
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Congratulations on the 1000 milestone Jac!!
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Kisses-23, 10, 13 for Zemo please I uhh ahem I'm well, angst. Could be for any of the three or all three because they seem to fit together for me but up to you!!
You wanted angst anon, and I will deliver! Thank you so much for the request.
Bonnie and Clyde, A Helmut Zemo x Reader Drabble
Prompt: Life Or Death Kisses, Goodbye Kisses, and Frustrated Kisses with Helmut Zemo
Rating: T
Warnings: Gun Violence, Injured!Reader, Allusions To Future Death
Word Count: 900~
“Have you ever heard of Bonnie and Clyde?”
Your heart was thudding out of your chest as gunfire echoed around you in the warehouse. Helmut was at your side, sharing the small metal shipping container that you were using as a cover against the oncoming bullets. He didn’t take the time to look down at you, too busy unloading his clip into one of the Power Broker’s men. You had to grab his sleeve to get him to break focus. He gasped for air at your side.
“I’m sorry, Schatz, but I don’t believe I heard what you said,”
“I asked if you’d heard of Bonnie and Clyde,”
He shook his head quickly, “I’m sorry, but this isn’t the time-”
You cut him off. “They were American criminals in the 1930s, and they were in love!” Your voice seemed so small in the cacophony of bangs that surrounded you. As you spoke, a small tear slipped past your defenses and made its way down your cheek. “They robbed banks together, killed a few people… the point is that at the end of their crime spree they were both injured and- and they drove into their certain death together,”
Helmut’s voice shuddered, even through its low, accented timbre. “Is that so?”
“Yeah,” you whispered. It was hard to speak without crying. From your place on the ground, nursing your shattered knee, the man you loved seemed so powerful, strong and stoic as he rose to shoot a few more men before ducking down at your side again while he reloaded. “They died in a yellow ‘34 Ford Deluxe V-8. You would have loved the car,” A shuddered sob passed your lips.
“Y/N…”
Helmut rarely called you by your name. It was always a term of endearment. Schatz, Liebling, Kätzchen; if he chose to use your name instead it meant something serious was going on. You had to admit that it made your chest tighten up to hear him saying it now.
“Bucky and Sam aren’t coming back,” you said softly, reaching out with a trembling hand. He took into his own warm and calloused digits without hesitation. “And I can’t walk out of here. Helmut… I- I don’t think we’re making it out of this one,”
“Don’t say th-”
“Shhh,” You were both crying freely now as he dropped to his knees beside you, “It’s okay, Helmut,”
“You don’t even want to try?” He murmured, holstering his gun and wrapping you in his arms, lips just inches from your ear.
“How would we make it,”
He smiled softly, pulling back to wipe away a few of your tears. “I’ll carry you out if here. I don’t care what it takes, I’ll simply carry you back to safety and grab a car from outside. We’ll be at a safe house in an hour at most. Can you hold on till then?” When he spoke to you then, you could almost believe him. The mental image was clear. He would rush past the hoards of bounty hunters and simply deliver you back into the world of the living, far from this dingy warehouse. Then you heard the shouting and the gunfire, let it consume you again. It was an impossible feat.
You nodded. “I can try,”
“That’s my girl, my beautiful Schatz,” His praise was genuine. It made your bleeding heart feel just a little more hopeful. When he tried to lift you, though, you stopped him. “What is it?”
“Can I…” Your voice suddenly felt as if it had disappeared from your throat. It took everything in you just to eke out the last of your sentence. “Can I kiss you? One last time?”
Helmut’s whole demeanor seemed to melt. He came close to your face, eyes still running over with tears he had hoped never to shed, and smiled. “Where you go, I go. This is not goodbye, Y/N, not for good. It’s just…”
“Just in case,” you whimpered weakly.
“Yes. Just in case,”
Then, he was kissing you. It was a sweet thing at first, a barely-there brushing of lips on lips, but as the sounds of the enemy grew nearer it deepened. You could feel every single emotion that ran through Helmut’s mind as you buried a hand in his hair and held him close to you. His far, his frustration, his anger, his anguish; his heart was a cocktail of misery and hope and pain all wrapped up and delivered to you in a kiss that tasted of mint and blood and gunpowder. It took all of your power to pull away.
“Are you ready?” You whispered, clinging to his shoulders as he prepared to lift you up.
He nodded, stoic once again. “Bring your face to my chest, Schatz,” his instruction was clear as he cradled your body with one arm and readied his gun with another, “Close your eyes, take a breath and count to ten,”
You knew exactly what he was preparing you for. He didn’t want you to see what was coming. Something in you didn’t seem to care.
“Like Bonnie and Clyde, right?” You whispered. His turtleneck was now wet with your tears, and his coat seemed to billow around the two of you like a protective shield. Was it to be your very own yellow Ford, bearing you both to your doom?
He nodded. “Like Bonnie and Clyde,”
And then you were off into the great unknown, eyes squeezed shut and yet wide open to your fate.
You wouldn’t have wanted to go any other way
#jacs big 1000 follower party#zemo#baron zemo#helmut zemo#zemo x reader#helmut zemo x reader#baron zemo x reader
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🍄.38. swinging hands back and forth, skipping like children with Peter Maximoff?? Please and thank you J😘
AGH I LOVED WRITING THIS!!! IT’S JUST TOO CUTE! I ALSO LOVE YOU SO MUCH BBY THANK YOU FOR ALWAYS BEING SO NICE!!!
A Favor, A Peter Maximoff x Reader Drabble
Prompt: Swinging Hands Back And Forth And Skipping Like Children With Peter Maximoff
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Word Count: 700~
“There is absolutely no way I’m doing this,”
Peter stood across from you, eyes pleading. Still, you stood your ground.
“Absolutely not, Peter,”
“Come on, babe!” He pleaded, “It’ll take five minutes!”
Outside the window of his dorm, rain pounded down on the expansive grounds of X-Mansion, covering the entire lawn in a layer of wet muck. It was a summer rain, the kind that raged for an entire day as thunder and lightning blazed across the sky in its wake. Right now, you were safe and dry on the edge of your boyfriend’s bed. He wanted to change that, though.
“Peter, I love you. You know that, right?”
“Of course I do,” Peter groaned, scrubbing a hand down his face. He was about a foot away, pacing like a madman and occasionally speeding so fast you worried he’d leave a skid on the carpet. “But I’d really appreciate it if you did this for me,”
You looked him directly in the eye. “I am not going to go stand out in the rain with you to try to make your dad jealous,”
“Come on Y/N! This is the first time he’s visited Charles in months! How else am I supposed to get his attention!”
“I don’t know, literally anything other than flouncing around Charles’ front garden in a thunderstorm. How is it even supposed to get his attention anyway?”
Peter sighed. In an instant, he was on the floor in front of you, on his knees. His hands were clasped together as he begged. You had to admit, he did look cute. “Please, Y/N. I am begging. I’ll do anything. All you need to do for me is spend five- no, three! Three minutes out there in the rain with me so I can see my dad without him having a reason to talk to me. In return, I will literally give you anything you want,”
Well, when he put it that way…
“Anything?” You asked, quirking up an eyebrow.
He nodded. “Anything at all,”
“You’ll even let me take the first turn on Pacman the next time we play?”
The sparkle in Peter’s eyes died. “But I’m always first!”
“And I’m always partial to not being outside during a thunderstorm with a fire-based mutation. Now, deal or no deal?”
Peter’s face scrunched up in thought. He seemed to ponder the pros and cons for a moment before a massive smile spread across his face as he suddenly scooped you up off the edge of the bed and raced you toward’s his closet. Before you could even protest, he had wrapped you up in one of his leather jackets, and then you were off, zipping through the halls and out the main doors into the torrential downpour that awaited you in the garden.
By the time you caught your breath you were both standing out in the field past Charles’ personal office where, as promised, he was enjoying tea with Erik.
“So what do we do now?” You asked, head still reeling. Peter was quick to intertwine his fingers with your own.
“Now, we frolic,”
You narrowed your eyes. “Three minutes, remember? Then we go back inside and get some hot chocolate,”
He nodded with a grin. “Three minutes,”
And then you were off.
If you were being honest, it was a lot more fun than you expected it to be. The rain was cool against your skin as you and Peter skipped through puddles, splashing and playing as you went but never dropping each other’s hands. In the end, even Erik and Charles were forgotten as you and Peter giggled, soaked to the skin and swinging your arms wildly. It was as if the two of you were carefree children, unburdened by anything except a curfew and your physical limits. You only came inside about an hour later when your teeth began to chatter.
Standing in the entryway, sopping wet and shivering on the doormat, Peter gave you a strange look. “What?” You asked, breathless.
“Three minutes, huh babe?”
You groaned, shaking your head. “Don’t rub it in,”
No matter how much you pretended to hate it, though, you both knew it had been an afternoon to remember, and as Peter picked you up to bring you back to his room and get you dry, he dedicated the carefree look on your face to his memory. Seeing you filled with such joy was something he refused to forget.
#jacs big 1000 follower party#peter maximoff#peter maximoff x reader#quicksilver#quicksilver x reader
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Jac’s Big 1000 Follower Party
AGH! It’s here! My big, scary party! With 1000 (and some change) friends to share it with! YAY!!! Get the balloons! I need to make a cake! WHERE ARE THE CLOWNS????
Oh wait. I’m right here!
In all seriousness though, I love and appreciate you all. When I joined tumblr about a month ago I never would have guessed that I would grow this fast, or that people would enjoy my writing projects. Now that we’re all here, though, it’s time to celebrate!
From whenever I wake up on Thursday, April 15th to 11 pm on Sunday, April 18th I’m giving back to all of you using this fun, celebratory, emoji-coded list! Just send me an ask with the emoji and any extra needed details and I’ll make it happen ASAP!
Now that that’s out of the way, here are your options!
🦐 - Get to know me with a question or two from this list of prompts!
🎸 - Send me your name/a title and I’ll make you a playlist of ten songs!
🗑 - Ask me a question about any of my fics/my writing process! No question is too serious or too silly!
🐌 - Give me a song and a character from my masterlist and I’ll offer a headcanon for that character!
🍦 - Send me a tasty recipe and I’ll send you a tasty picture of Daniel Bruhl or Evan Peters!
🥒 - Send me a bad joke and receive a picture of something I love with a short explanation about why I love it!
And finally (and probably most alluringly),
🍄 - Send me a prompt from this list and a character from my masterlist and I’ll try to write a short (500-1000 word) drabble for you!
Basically, the goal is to have fun, get to know me better, and give me a chance to give back to you even an ounce of the love and care you give to me every day by supporting my content. Thank you again, each and every one of you, for choosing to make space in your lives for me. I am eternally grateful.
Now, let the party commence!
(Also, big thanks to @rainbowrobin for giving me the inspo for this weekend of fun! They’re the best!!!)
#jac rambles#jacs big 1000 follower party#peter maximoff#zemo#helmut zemo#baron zemo#evan peters#james patrick march#fanfiction#celebration
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First off,congrats on 1k!!You very much deserve it
Secondly,may i request 🍄 with prompt 24-kisses for a cover with everyone's favorite ghost James Patrick March <3
I was so excited to write for James again!!! I hope this is similar to what you had in mind.
A Nice-To-Meet-You Kiss, A James Patrick March x Reader Drabble
Prompt: Kisses For Cover with James Patrick March
Rating: T
Warnings: Swearing, Non-Graphic Mentions of Murder
Word Count: 750~
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The Hotel Cortez was your last option.
It wasn’t as if you wanted to be in this situation in the first place, but the stupid asshole you’d just killed just had to scream bloody murder right before you gutted him, and it just so happened that an off duty detective was passing the alley at just that moment. To be blunt, you were almost absolutely fucked, so you just started walking.
Okay, so maybe it wasn’t the best way to get away from a cop, but it was better than running at a dead sprint away from the dude’s body. What else were you supposed to do, stay put?
You could hear the cop’s footsteps behind you. Far enough that he couldn’t possibly make out all your features, but close enough that if you didn’t find a way to lose him quickly you’d be absolutely fucked. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!
That’s when it appeared in your line of sight. Towering over skid row with its bricks and neon signage, the Hotel Cortez rose as a beacon of hope above the stumbling people below. It was known by locals as a place where people went to disappear, and that’s exactly what you wanted to do. So, you cut across traffic and stumbled through the doors.
There was an aura about that place. It hit you hard as you hustled into the lobby, a wave of cool air conditioning mixed with a strange sense of security. Something about it cooled your nerves. Your eyes still darted around, though, searching for somewhere you could blend in without bringing too much attention to yourself. You needed a group of people to fall in with, or a quiet corner to hide in. Then, your eyes found purchase on the bar on the second floor.
Bingo!
The stairs were just a short few steps away and in a moment, you were ascending to the semi-crowded lounge. A neon sign displayed its name: The Blue Parrot Lounge. You chuckled. It was cheesy, but sometimes a cheesy bar was just what you needed. That’s when you heard the door open back on the first floor. There, walking through the door like he owned the place, was the cop. God damnit! You needed a cover and you needed it quick.
“Excuse me, but you look lost,”
A voice came from right over your shoulder. You jumped.
There behind you, where he had definitely not been before, was the strangest man you had ever seen. His voice was like something out of an old movie, smooth and lilting as he smoothed a hand over his well-gelled hair. He held a cane, a big gaudy thing, and had the strangest little pencil mustache above his lips. If you had to comment on him he seemed like a man out of time.
He spoke again. “Is there something I can do for you darling?”
The smooth timbre made butterflies erupt from deep within your stomach. You would have put on the charms, but then you noticed the cop was halfway up the stairs to you. Fuck. There was only one way out of this.
“Please forgive me,” you pleaded, and as the stranger quirked up a thin eyebrow you grabbed the lapels of his ridiculous suit and pulled him to you for a scorching kiss. It was one of the best you’d ever had. He tasted like tobacco and liquor and something you couldn’t name as your lips worked against his. Surprisingly, he never tried to pull away. Instead, he let one of his hands migrate to your back and only showed any sign of pulling back when you did, cheeks flushed and eyes filled with shock.
The cop was still there though, only now he was looking straight at you.
“Well, shit,”
The stranger chuckled, wiping at his mouth a bit while his dark eyes twinkled. “Well, this is surely a revelation,” Then, he turned to the cop. Wait, what? They knew each other? “I think we may have just found our newest protégé, John,”
You gaped as the cop simply nodded, hands in his pockets. “Woah, Woah, Woah! Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on?”
He chuckled. “I’m James Patrick March, this is my hotel, I know that you just killed a man, and I don’t believe I want to let you go just yet, darling. Not while there's still so much for me to teach you,”
Well… it was better than being arrested. You shrugged.
“When do we start?”
#jacs big 1000 follower party#james patrick march#james march#james march x reader#james patrick march x reader
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I really hope I’m not annoying
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Prompts 21 and 48 from kisses with Ralph Bohner
Please 🥺
I was so happy to write this, you have no idea!!! Thank you so much for supporting me, you are literally the furthest thing from annoying and I adore you.
Reunited, A Ralph Bohner x GN! Reader Drabble
Prompt: “We’ll Face This Together” Kisses and Kisses With Trembling Lips with Ralph Bohner
Rating: T
Warnings: None
Word Count: 750~
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“Where is he?”
“I’m sorry but we can’t let you-”
“I don’t give a shit what they say you can or can’t do! Where is he?”
Your voice was frantic as you argued with the officer at the edge of the military blockade they’d set up around Westview. Around you, families were being reunited left and right, and yet you hadn’t seen your boyfriend anywhere. The pit in your stomach grew larger. If something had happened to him they had to tell you… right? You were starting to believe that wasn’t true.
“Are you sure you don’t have any legal documentation proving your relation to Mr….” the volunteer paused, “Bohner?”
As she spoke, you could feel the hysteria bubbling up in the back of your throat. “For the last time, we’re not related yet, we’re engaged. I can’t provide you with a document that shows we’re related because none exists, but if you called the secretary of state you’d know I am the beneficiary of his will and his legal next of kin. Also, if you’re doing this because of his name I swear to god I am going to sue the fuck out of whoever you work for,”
Usually, you would have never taken a tone like that with anybody, especially someone doing disaster relief work. You considered yourself to be an extremely reasonable person. Whenever you ate at a restaurant you left at least a twenty percent tip, you had never called a manager on an unhelpful worker, hell, on any normal day you usually let volunteers on the street pressure you into signing petitions to save the sea turtles without a second thought. Today, though, you were much too caught up making sure your missing fiancé was alive after being trapped in a magical bubble for a week to care about your tone.
“I’m sorry, but if you can’t provide a legal document proving residency in Westview or relation to an affected resident I’m not allowed to let you past this barrier,” The volunteer’s tone was sympathetic and soft as she reached out a hand to pat your shoulder. “Maybe if you got the Secretary of State to issue you some sort of paper proving you’re the beneficiary of his will, you could come back tomorrow and try again?”
That’s when you saw him.
He was probably 50 yards away, being led out of a medical tent by someone in a government uniform with his bleach blond hair matted to his head with sweat. Even across the distance, you could tell something was seriously wrong. There were no major signs of a physical wound, no cast or bandage to indicate it, but all the same, he looked almost broken as he shuffled across the cracked concrete. Seeing him like that made something in you snap. Laws be damned! You had to get to him and you had to get to him quickly.
“Ralph!” You shouted.
The volunteer's eyes widened as you waved your arms. “I’m sorry, you can’t-”
Ralph’s eyes met yours. The relief when he saw you was palpable no matter how far away you were. “Y/N!” he shouted back.
“Ralph!”
“Y/N!”
Without even meaning to, you found yourself pushing past the plastic barrier and running at a dead sprint towards your fiancé. The guards with guns shouting at you didn’t matter, nor did the volunteers that tried to stop you, the only thing on your mind was that you were really glad that you ran track in middle school because you needed to be in your boyfriend's arms and you needed to be there yesterday. Before long, though, you were stumbling those last few feet, and then he was there, strong and solid against you as you wailed his name. Only when your mouth was against his and your chests were flush against each other did you have a single rational thought.
His lips were soft and trembling when you pulled away. It was like, with your kiss, you were telling him everything was gonna be alright and he fully believed you. His brown eyes, so filled with trust and love and pain you had yet to understand, never left you for a moment. Even as you parted, you held his hand in yours.
“Are you okay?” You whispered breathlessly.
Ralph smiled softly, nodding. “Now that you’re here, babe, everything’s way better than okay,”
You could deal with the angry government officials later. For now, staying at Ralph’s side was the only thing you cared about doing, and you’d be damned if anyone kept you away.
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🎸 hi! My name’s Abbey! Congrats on 1k. That’s absolutely amazing! If you could do a playlist with the title “wishing I was anywhere but here” that would be amazing 🤩
Also, as a congratulatory present, some pictures I’ve found ->
First of all, I love all the pictures of Daniel lhdjldjhfgalsjhdg he’s absolutely way too hot. Also, thank you so much!!!
I offer you this playlist, I hope you like it!
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6pwklHtPXLEfGg3sgymzNC?si=892af460ffb249b6
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🐌 Zemo and the song dress by Taylor swift pls??
Absolutely! I hadn’t heard this song for a while, so it was nice to revisit it! The headcanon is slightly NSFW, so it’s below the cut!
I offer you the headcanon that Helmut really enjoys buying his partner expensive gifts but also has a terrible habit of destroying their clothes. Like, he’s done it enough times that it’s a running gag. When he gets into the zone and the two of them fall into bed together he just can’t hold back, so he ends up ripping seams and sometimes just straight up tearing a lot of clothing (both his and his partner’s) as they rush to meet in the middle.
He always apologizes afterward and replaces whatever he destroyed, no matter how expensive, but it can get annoying when his partner just bought the nice underwear he absolutely shredded and it’s the third time that week they’ve had to put in an order for more. They love him for it though.
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I hope you don't mind me sending multiple asks, and congrats on 1k(!!), but 🗑️ do you have any tips on writing Zemo? Xx
I absolutely can offer some tips, and don’t be shy to send in like a billion things for this, we have 3 days of fun to be had!
So, when I write Zemo, I try to make the sentences feel a little bit too formal. He’s from Sokovia and has an accent, so it’s pretty clear that English isn’t actually his first language. That means he might not understand all the slang and turn-of-phrase that I might, because I grew up in America. So, when I write his words, I make it feel very formal and grammatically correct unless there’s a reason for it not to be. (He’s sleepy, drunk, having intercourse, etc,)
I also really dig into his dualities. He’s hard but soft, caring and yet cruel, ruthless but moral; basically, I try to highlight that he’s grey in a lot of areas so he doesn’t come off too evil or too sweet.
I hope that helps!
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🍦 i keep sending this in whoops sorry but this is my comfort recipe
https://www.mccormick.com/frenchs/recipes/salads-sides/frenchs-green-bean-casserole
I FUCKING LOVE FRENCH’S GREEN BEAN CASSEROLE!!! LIKE, SERIOUSLY IT’S THE DISH I BRING TO EVERY HOLIDAY
In return for your fucking impeccable taste, I offer you a wild card! EVAN PETERS GIVING EMIL VIBES
Please enjoy this because ily and you’re the best
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congratulations for 1k !! For your event 🐌 peter maximoff & “Dreamer’s Ball” tysm !!
Ah! Thank you so much anon! Queen is absolutely classic, but this specific song gives me a lot of Peter Maximoff vibes!
I offer you the headcanon that Peter Maximoff never went to his senior prom in high school. He wanted to, don’t get me wrong, but with his mutation, he tended to be pretty ostracised by his peers. When he couldn’t get a proper date he made a big deal out of saying how lame prom was and how he was glad he wasn’t going, but really deep down he regretted missing the occasion. Often, years down the line, he’d think about how much he wished he could have gone with his partner now that they were going steady.
In a twist of fate (and with the help of Jean) his partner does actually end up throwing a prom-esque formal at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters and, while chaperoning with Peter, they take him out onto the dance floor and give him the magical prom night slow dance he always wanted.
#jac rambles#jacs big 1000 follower party#peter maximoff#quicksilver#I didn't get a date to prom junior year#and my senior prom was cancelled#so like#this is me projecting
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