Confusion. Helmut Zemo x Reader. Smut, blood, angst. He’s not an easy man to get along with. He has a habit of disappearing.
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This is you gaping around a clever finger that’s no longer there; you stand on quaking legs here on this staircase at the end of the world— not the world, not properly, but your world. All around are the wet rattling sounds of the unlucky, and in the midst of all this you are alone and afraid with the need still drying on your thighs. You are here, and he is— well—
Confusion. Helmut Zemo x Reader. Smut, blood, angst. He’s not an easy man to get along with. He has a habit of disappearing.
—
This is you gaping around a clever finger that’s no longer there; you stand on quaking legs here on this staircase at the end of the world— not the world, not properly, but your world. All around are the wet rattling sounds of the unlucky, and in the midst of all this you are alone and afraid with the need still drying on your thighs. You are here, and he is— well—
Ooooo!!! I can’t believe I missed this this morning. I gotta say. I really didn’t give a fuck about Zemo when watching any of the shows/movies but damn if he doesn’t just burn when you write him. I love the idea of him finding some self righteous path, even if nothing had gone wrong. I love that he has to finish whatever work he’s doing (fucking) before he disappears into the night. And I love how open ended you left all of this, smeared with blood and cum. <3 Another twisting wonder, friend!
❤️thank you! It was such a massive weight lifted to be able to write anything at all; and I’m so happy you like my characterization. I don’t know how much my characters resemble their film/tv counterparts, but I like to think they grew that way organically. Whether or not it’s true, it’s a vanity I’ll hold on to.
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.
Honestly their arc is so boring????? They’re agenda is soooo hypocritical that I get what Zemo meant when he said they’re supremacists. Look, I get it when they said ‘the world was more united when half of the fucking population was dead’. AND how the remaining people (like flag smashers) were outcasted when they came back. But life wasn’t exactly FAIR to the ones to came back too
We see in Wandavision how Monica lost her mother while she was gone, and how Sam can’t get a loan because he didn’t have any income for the last 5 years (Yes, I know some racial issues were involved). Seeing this white girl saying the world was better during the snap while these black characters who came back are faced with these difficulties but have the power to move on, seems really ironic and supremacists thing to me. If she steals those supplies, vaccines and food, it is pretty evident that the other minority groups ESPECIALLY the black community will have more impact than the others.
Stop justifying you own actions Karli. You ARE, in some ways heavily contributing to the supremacist ideaology.
