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risingtripletaurus' brad pitt fic recs

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darling brad

bike rides and cigarettes by @hobisfavoritespritecan 🗽

see you later by @all-lit-up 🗽

what it would be like dating brad pitt by @all-lit-up

cliff booth

you're safe here by @tiredbeebo 🗽

dating cliff would include... by @fangirl-imagines

the stuntman and the singer by @companionjones

blueberries and cigarettes by @hobisfavoritespritecan

following all by @darling-i-read-it

sleep

scars 🗽

aldo "the apache" raine

thank you by @motelgirl 🗽

confident by @michelle-is-writing

distance by @mlmxreader 🗽

gift by @mlmxreader 🗽

worried fates by @darling-i-read-it 🗽

warm enough by @michelle-is-writing

following all by @sergeant-donny-donowitz

hey lover

goodnight 🗽

tristan ludlow

creek getaway by @darling-i-read-it 🗽

braided flowers by @darling-i-read-it

joe black

coffee pot by @darling-i-read-it 🗽

enchanted by @darling-i-read-it

[mlmxreader]

An Abandoned Hotel | Hugo Stiglitz x gn!reader

@inlovewithhugostiglitz asked: okay so i had an idea for a fic,, so it's hugo stiglitz x gn! reader with the prompt "you can sleep in my bed, it's fine" and they end up cuddling and the basterds find them, if u do this tysm 😭

summary: you and Hugo are impossible to keep apart.

tws: swearing

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An abandoned hotel in the middle of absolutely nowhere, only a handful of rooms were left untouched by the recent Nazi bombings, destroying countless homes and businesses, forcing people to flee or risk their lives being taken from them in a cruel and inhumane manner; the alleyways smelled of death and sadness.

No birds sang in the trees nearby, no snakes slithered in the grass, even spiders and woodlice seemed non-existent as you and the Basterds made your way through the hotel, hearts pounding and breath shaky; in the jaws of death just waiting for the mouth to snap shut and consume you all, hoping that at the very least, if you were to be swallowed by death itself, then maybe at least you could attempt to make it worth something, anything. Kill a few Nazis, at least. 

The world needed less Nazis. Bastard cunts deserved to die. 

But you made it in the end, and Aldo decided to tell everyone where they should sleep for the night; you couldn’t say you were surprised when he told you that you were bunking up with Hugo. The two of you had been dating for months, never went anywhere without the other - even if it was something small, like stopping to tie a shoelace, you were not able to be separated. Never.

You and Hugo couldn’t be separated even if Aldo had tried to, so it was only natural that he had assigned you to the same room; it wasn’t that bad, although it was impossibly cold, and you found yourself shivering as you put down your bag by the door, right next to his. Hugo didn’t seem to mind the cold, simply pulling back the scratchy and worn blanket, beating off the bits of debris and ash that had stuck to it, not even thinking as he left it there, turning to you with a slight frown. 

“Nicht perfekt, aber… nich schlecht,” he sounded like he was going to start apologising for it. 

You shook your head, licking your lips as you sighed and took a look at the blanket for a moment. “It’s fine - as long as it’s not a lumpy rock.”

Hugo dared to crack a small smile as he nodded curtly. “You can sleep in my bed, it’s fine.”

You couldn’t stop the laugh that left you, waiting for him to get beneath the blanket before you copied; the bed was too small for you to actually lie side by side, the way that you preferred, and as you were the last to get into it, you took the initiative. Moving around until you could lie on top of him, a little uncomfortable but not as bad as you had been before; it was, at least, bearable. You supposed that you could sleep like that.

“Is this comfortable enough for you?”

Hugo nodded, wrapping his arms around you lazily as he let out a quiet yawn; if he was honest, he would have slept anywhere and on anything so long as he had you there with him. It helped him much more than he could say, to have you near and to feel you there with him, it helped him a lot more than he was willing to admit; being able to calm down when he had nightmares, just by listening to your breath and feeling it against his skin. Being able to know that you were right there with him at all times, it helped.

He didn’t tell you, though, didn’t feel the need to as he knew somehow that you knew anyway, and he didn’t need to explain it much more than that; he was, however, still quite happy to snuggle into you and to feel you against him. A sense of somewhat normalcy washing over him as he sighed and allowed himself to relax a little bit; maybe you weren’t in a normal, domestic situation, but Hugo was comforted by the thought that, once the war was over, you would be doing this every night - in an actual, real, bed. 

You snuggled into him a little further, yawning against him as you closed your eyes and started to drift off, starting to actually doze off; depending entirely on who was on top, or who was nearest the exist, you and Hugo almost took turns to fall asleep first, as you didn’t want the other to feel unsafe or to feel as if they needed to stay up. Tonight, evidently, was your turn to drift off last, as you were on top this time, and you needed to stay awake for just a few moments longer. But once you were certain that Hugo was asleep, you finally let yourself go, going limp against him as you snuggled in as much as you could, holding onto him tightly. 

However, while you and Hugo were asleep, sound and away with the sweet clouds and the soft embrace of one another, the Basterds had taken a look around to see if they could find anything of worth - food, especially, was on their minds as they snooped and searched. It was Wicki and Donny and Aldo who were the ones to discover you and Hugo, looking amongst themselves for a moment; they silently debated who would be the one to say anything.

“Not me,” Donny shook his head. “I ain’t fuckin’ wakin’ up Hugo and (y/n).”

“I don’t want to either,” Wicki took a step towards the door. “(y/n) nearly killed me last time I woke Hugo up.”

Aldo put his hands on his lips as he sighed. “Damn inseparable, them two… but I don’t wanna wake ‘em neither.”

“I mean, they’re sound asleep,” Donny pointed out. “Maybe it’s best we leave ‘em.”

Wicki nodded in agreement. “It is best we leave them… we should go to the next room.”

Aldo took a look at you and Hugo, nodding in approval; he was always happy for you and Hugo, could never deny it, so he turned on his heel and moved towards the door. “Ar’ight, we’ll wake ‘em in the mornin’.”

[inglourious-imagines]

GENERAL MASTERLIST

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[averagewriter-inthedark]

SFW Alphabet—Donny Donowitz | IB headcanon

Link to my IB masterlist

Requested 📨 yes/no (rules for requests)

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Affection is Donny’s weakness. Whether it be giving or receiving he is always wanting to touch you in some way. This could be his arm around your shoulders while Aldo is debriefing the squad, your head on his shoulder by the campfire, or light kisses to the forehead before a stressful situation.

B = Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Being friends with Donny is basically signing up for chaos. He’s the type who would suggest doing stupid shit and you have to follow in order to ensure he doesn’t kill himself doing it. Laughing to the point of ab cramps is the best way to describe moments with Donny as your bestie.

The friendship started before you two shipped off to France. You were probably the squad’s nurse or high ranking next to him and Aldo that you guys interacted more than with the Basterds. The friendship sorta naturally happened to the point it’s hard to even put a date on when it started.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Physical touch is the mans love language so of course he likes to cuddle. Holding you in his arms with the radio playing while you two doze in and out of sleep is the best feeling in the world. “Doll,” he’ll make grabby hands at you, “c’mere let me hold ya.” He’s the big spoon obviously, but also he likes when he’s laying on his back and you’re curled into his side.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Hell yeah Donny wants to settle down—the literal dream for him is to own a home with you in a nice area where you two get to grow old together. You two would likely run the barber shop or another business and be the couple who give back to the community.

Donny, surprisingly, is a descent cook. Really he specializes in certain dishes that are family recipes. And best believe he can stir up some smacking pasta. You never have to worry about a messy home or kitchen because the Army embedded it into his brain that orderliness and cleanliness is essential…..except on Sundays. That’s y’all’s break day.

E = Ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He’d rather scalp himself than end things with you. If anyone is gonna break hearts, Donny will sacrifice his own to prevent you from experiencing it.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Being a bachelor was honestly what Donny expected he’d be all his life. Yeah he dated and had flings but never did it occur to him he’d want to settle down and build a future with someone. When you came along it was like he had an awakening. Immediately he saw the house with a yard full of animals, kids running around the premises and a ring on his finger. After you two got engaged Donny wasn’t quick to rush a wedding especially since you two had just returned to the states. He wanted to work as much as he could to give you the wedding of your dreams.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Despite being a giant beefy man that he is, Donny is very gentle. His touch is like feathers and always carefully handled as to not hurt you. Anytime you’re sad or distress his approach with you is cautious. Asking questions like, “Do you need to talk or want to be alone?” Whatever you decide he’ll respect even if it means walking away to give you space.

H = Hugs (do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Are you kidding this man lives and breathes for hugs. He gives the best hugs of the Basterd (Wicki coming a close second) so you take any chance you can to hug him. Donny won’t even hesitate when you ask for one or he’ll simply bring you into an embrace he notices you’re under distress.

I = I love you (how fast do they say the L-word?)

Considering he realized he loved you in the middle of a legit war, Donny probably said it quick. And by quick I mean right when it hit him like a truck. You two had been best friends by that point to he was worried to an extent it would crumble before his eyes. But to his utter surprise you said, “Oh, Donny, are you blind? I’ve been waiting for you to say something forever! I love you too, you rascal.”

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Okay so while he hardly gets jealous when the Basterds or his friends playfully flirt with you, he WILL become a different person when someone he hates tries to swoon you. Of course he’s confident in y’all’s relationship and knows you’d never betray him, he just fucking hates when an asshole attempts to get your attention. “Jealous again, baby?” “NO……maybe.”

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Kisses with Donny are best described as ‘cheeky’. He’ll send you a smirk with eyes reading, ‘Imma kiss you right now,’ before smacking his lips against yours or your cheek before running away. You can’t help but giggle when he does because it’s so adorable and always puts a smile on your face. Your lips and jaw are his favorite places to kiss, however, when he’s feeling frisky Donny will trail his mouth down your neck and collarbones. For him, the Sargent loves to be kissed on the lips as well. He’ll never admit it but Donny is a sucker for when you kiss his chest.

L = Little ones (how are they around children?)

Donny is amazing with children. It’s one of the things you love about him. Even if you two do not plan to have children he loves to spend time with nieces/nephews and I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s the type to teach the kids in your neighborhood how to play baseball. He’d also offer discount and free haircuts to the children and teens who cannot afford one. If you do have/adopt kids, then expect Donny to be the best father ever. Always attending their school functions and sport games (most likely baseball) and taking your kids to the zoo, museum, Red Sox games, etc. He is their #1 supporter and will do whatever possible to make them happy.

M = Morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

During the war y’all’s mornings started bright and early at the ass crack of dawn. Donny would be the first one up considering he was in charge of getting the Basterds into formation, but he’d make sure to give you a kiss on the head as a good morning before leaving. When there is the rare chance of staying in an inn or motel then he’s all over you with cuddles and waking you up with kisses.

Back home in the states Donny is the type who will put the coffee on the pot as soon as he wakes up to get you a coffee before your eyes open. Then if he has time he’ll run to the cafe by the corner of your street to get your favorite breakfast. “Is that what I think it is?” “Only the best for my baby this fine Sunday morning.”

N = Night (how are nights spent with them?)

I can see Donny as a night owl. Really it was a result of the late nights overseas where he had to keep watch of the camp. The habit carried over when he returned home in which he would stay up listening to the radio or reading a book. You’d have to force him to come to bed—-often making him a warm cup of milk or run a bath. But once his head hit the pillow mans is out like a light and holding you to his chest.

[stupidfuckingwindow]

I want an entire series about Landa on Nantucket Island getting tomatoes thrown at his house and being banned from Fast Food places when in search of work.

[saltysideblog]

Salty imagines...

Sick Basterds

Inglourious Basterds x Reader

Request: Yes! By anon 🤍

What would the Basterds be like with a cold?

During the war, there's no time for whining. Expect lots of spent tissues being hastily stuffed into coat pockets in between rounds of fire and more than one Basterd nearly choking to death trying to keep a cough quiet...

Aldo:

Even before the war, Aldo was a resilient little bugger. Has hundreds of absolutely vile tasting home remedies he swears by and will refuse your help.

"S'jus' a cold, sunshine, ah can take care of it..."

His voice is rougher than usual and his nose is lookin' a little red, but he promises to rest if you insist. When he lays his head in your lap and feels your fingers threading through his hair as you coo about how strong he is, he feels like a million bucks. His very favourite home remedy. No fish oil required.

Donowitz:

When Donny gets sick, he reverts back to his ten year old self; a spoiled mama's boy. Will insist on wearing his pajamas all day, pouting,

"I'm sick..." is his only reply when you ask him to put on some real clothes. Will come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist when you cook,

"Come back to beeeed..."

"Don, I'm busy."

"I want ice cream."

"I'm making pasta."

"But I'm sick..."

Kiss his forehead and serve him some matzo ball soup just like his ma did. It'll buy you a few moments of peace... until...

"Babe?? Come cuddle with me..."

And if you don't answer immediately,

"I'm sick..."

Wicki:

The only way you know Wicki's been sick is when you get sick after kissing him. When you confront him about it, he just shrugs,

"I didn't want you to worry."

Loves when his partner dotes on him. He thinks it's very sweet that you care, even if he can handle it. Will probably end up taking care of you instead, bringing you hot cups of tea and honey and running you a bath (to be shared, of course.) The bathroom windows are all fogged up as you both sink into the warm water,

"Feels like a lot of steam."

He'll kiss your shoulders and chuckle,

"Yes, but I can breathe again."

Stiglitz:

No one has ever seen Hugo get sick. But as his partner you know the truth; he just secludes himself in the guest room until the illness passes, like a wounded animal crawling into a hole. Will not let you near him,

"You will get sick."

And that's final.

He becomes a spectral figure, a vampire stealing food from your kitchen and retreating back to the shadows. Only emerges once he's his usual chipper self. He appreciates all the little notes you slip under the door more than you know; keeps them all in a shoebox in the closet.

Utivich:

Tries to soldier on, will wrap himself up in a big blanket, walking around like one of the caped heroes he writes about. You'll find him half asleep at his typewriter, barely holding onto his cup of now cold coffee. He will never ask you to take care of him, but he makes it difficult not to. You get him over to the couch and tuck him in, he lets you know just how much he appreciates what you do for him, sleepily mumbling,

"I love you so much..."

Before dozing off.

In a few hours, you'll have to do it all again, but you wouldn't trade it for the world.

Omar:

Very difficult to wake up in the morning... or the afternoon... or any time he dozes off. Omar's a sleeper and whether or not you dote on him makes no difference to him... because he'll be asleep. It does put a smile on his face when he wakes up in the middle of the afternoon and there's a box of his favourite snacks with a glass of water on the coffee table for him.

Feel better!

He runs his fingers over your handwritten note.

He likes knowing you think of him, even if he's not the most interesting conversationalist at the moment.

Hirschberg:

Does not cover his mouth when he sneezes so you will get sick at the same time he does. Gets a little upset about it, because who's gonna take care of you now?

"I can't, I'm sick too!"

"Sweetie, we're adults, we'll take care of each other."

Pouts and whines about it but it makes his heart flutter when you say things like that. Each other... he's not a romantic by any means, but the thought of there always being "each other" could make him swoon. Still won't cover his mouth.

"It's nasty! I don't want that all over my hands!"

Doesn't seem to understand that he can wash his hands but you can't wash the air.

Sakowitz:

Much like Wicki, Sakowitz doesn't want to bother his partner with a silly little cold. The only time he might ask for anything is when you're walking past him and he grasps both your hands, looking deep into your eyes with a sadness only known to orphaned pups... it makes you a bit worried,

"What is it, honey?"

He holds that serious look on his face as he very delicately and politely asks if you could make him a cup of hot chocolate,

"If it isn't too much trouble."

He's more than happy to dote on you when you're under the weather though,

★ Bonus ★

Hicox:

"Stiff upper lip, luv, won't let a little cold bring me down."

*immediately gets upset because he can't taste his tea with a stuffy nose*

[michelle-is-writing]

Warm Enough, Aldo Raine

Request: AH HI MICHELLE! im peeking into your inbox to submit a request for an aldo raine x reader fic please! so when the basterds are all relaxing around the fire or when they finally get a break aldo makes sure that the reader is comfortable and warm, and the others make fun of him for it, but the reader assures him she's happy? oh my days fluffy aldo >> !! I was so happy to do this one :)

Aldo Raine is usually a harsh leader, never afraid to lay down a strict set of rules for his soldiers. So, when a soldier asked if they could go to a bar tonight to “sniff out any possible nazis,” I was expecting Aldo to say no; especially since I know Aldo doesn’t like to take care of any drunks. However, to my surprise, he said yes. He didn’t even seem bothered by the idea, and instead, he acted as if it were a great idea.

What shocked me even more was the fact that Aldo never said a word when the men all ordered a pint, not to mention he ordered one for himself as well. I was actually happy to see Aldo let loose a little as he allowed himself to open up and share a few stories among the group. He’s always so strict around everyone that no one ever gets to see the carefree side of him that I love. He smiles more, laughs more, and I love to see it.

Somehow, after some time passes, Aldo and I end up lying against the back of the large but rugged brown booth seating most of the Basterds. His arm stays wrapped around me tightly, with one hand resting against my legs in his lap and the other gently holding my waist. Meanwhile, my head rests against his shoulder, nuzzled deep into his neck as the touch of his skin keeps my face warm. Unfortunately, it’s a bit chilly in this bar, and even though I’m wearing a coat, the cold still nips at my skin. Thankfully, I have my own personal heater right beside me.

“Darlin’, you comfortable?” Aldo asks, causing me to look up at him and nod with a smile. “Are you cold or anything?” He further asks, moving to make sure his large coat is wrapped around me as well. No matter what, he always makes sure I’m okay, even if I don’t say anything.

“No, actually, you’re keeping me warm,” I tell him before pushing myself further into his hold so I can nuzzle my face back into his neck. A small laugh falls from his lips at my response, only to hold me even closer to him soon afterward.

“Well, I can’t let you be cold, can I?” Aldo asks, leaning down to connect his lips to mine in a soft, sensual kiss. I reach a hand up to cup his cheek, holding him where he is before moving in just a slight bit closer, but still remaining cautious of the many eyes around us. However, despite us being in the back, it doesn’t save us from the whistling and teasing the guys throw at us.

“You lot, get a room!”

“Lieutenant, get it!”

“There are children here!”

Of course, Donny made the last comment causing me to pull away and laugh. Embarrassed, Aldo stares at me for a moment, unsure of what to do. He’s never been one for public affection; in fact, this is probably the first time he’s ever kissed me in front of the men. That doesn’t mean he’s cold to me in front of them, but he’s a bit more reserved… a lot more reserved.

Giving him a small smile, I watch as Aldo visibly relaxes before fully snapping out of his trance and back into his leadership role. “If I’m not mistaken, weren’t you two supposed to investigate the second floor?” Aldo speaks up, before turning his head to another pair of lads. “And you two were supposed to ask the bartender about the area, right?”

At first, the men are slow in getting up before speeding off to their original missions, too scared to linger any longer in Aldo’s presence. Following them are the remaining soldiers, just as scared as they are. This leaves only Donny sitting at our table, sipping at his beer as he scans through the city’s newspaper, unperturbed by Aldo’s words. Donny doesn’t care; he talks just as much shit as Aldo does, after all.

Leaning back down to face me once again, Aldo smiles, his whole body becoming relaxed once more as his focus shifts back onto us. “Babydoll, you look so cute right now.”

Aldo’s comment makes me furrow my eyebrows at him, a little confused. “And why is that?” I ask, making him smile.

Leaning closer, Aldo gently brushes his nose against mine, letting out a small ‘hmph’ as he does so. “Your nose and cheeks are pink from the cold,” he points out, sneaking a hand onto my thigh while avoiding other people’s views. “but that’s okay, I don’t mind warming you up.”

Immediately, my cheeks feel as if they’re on fire and I have to close my eyes to look away from Aldo’s lust-filled gaze. With just a few words and small touches, Aldo has me under some spell of his and I’m left to enjoy the attention he gives. Aldo is always kind and loving to me, but if he’s drinking, his affection is turned up to a whole new level.

Just before Aldo begins to nip at my neck, Donny speaks up again. “I’m still here, you nymphos.”

At his comment, I scoff. “How am I a nympho?” I ask, simply astounded.

“No, he’s right, Darlin’,” Aldo states, bringing his face back up to mine. He has a shadow of a smirk that only I can see, and it almost makes me worried about his next words. “Let’s go to the bathroom where we can’t bother anyone, yeah?”

Quickly processing his words, my face feels as if it’s on fire and I hide against him. On the other hand, Donny lets out a small “dear God” followed by a sigh in response to Aldo’s words. He has definitely had enough to drink, and even if there were any enemies here, Donny would have to take over the situation as Aldo simply cannot.

“I think we need to head back to camp,” I murmur to Aldo, making him chuckle. “You’re a bit… tipsy.”

“Honey, I’m more than just a bit tipsy,” he corrects me, “but I do agree we need to head back. Donny,” he states, looking over at his friend, “you take over from here.”

With that, Aldo and I head out of the bar and in the direction of our campsite, the walk taking around fifteen minutes with plenty of twists and turns in order to find the secluded part of the woods we call home right now. Throughout the entire walk, Aldo keeps his arm around me, ready to defend me against anything that came our way. Even when under the influence, Aldo still maintains his protector position, and unfortunately, he maintains his leader role too, but that isn’t the best role for him when he’s drunk.

After apologizing for Aldo’s harsh, yet slurred words to the men who stayed at the campsite on watch, I guide Aldo to our shared tent and change out of my clothes. Immediately, Aldo gets distracted by this, but it only encourages him to hurry up and change out of his civilian clothes as well. Climbing under our covers on the makeshift blanket mattress, we both cling to each other for warmth, albeit with Aldo emitting a bit more heat than usual with the help of the alcohol. It almost knocks me out as I’m already exhausted, but Aldo’s incessant kisses against the top of my head keep me awake.

“I’m so thankful for you, honey,” Aldo whispers, making me smile. “I’m so glad I have you here with me, helping us, helping me save people's lives,” He adds, leaning over to press a kiss to my cheek. “Just like the same way you saved mine.”

His drunken confession brings tears to my eyes, not being able to stop them as they slide down my cheeks. Aldo holds me closer to him in response to my sudden mood change, his arms still gentle and comforting as he does so. His words bring an ache to my heart while also bringing a warmth I’ve never felt before. To no one’s surprise, Aldo doesn’t open up much and he has to really know or love you to reveal even the slightest bit about himself. I know so much about Aldo, but I never knew that.

Turning over in his arms, I gaze up at his face before pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He kisses me back gently, almost hesitantly, but it’s less sloppy than the kisses he pressed to my head. Our kiss continues until Aldo pulls away and rests his head on his pillow, looking at me through his blue eyes that show so much, and yet, still hold so much back. “Among all the things I’ve seen and been through, you are the best to come out of it,” he admits, his southern voice slow and peaceful. “I just wish you could see yourself through my eyes… but honey,” Aldo then clasps my hand in his, his fingers finding their way between mine. “One day, when this war is over, I’ll make it up to you; if I could, I’d give you the world.”

[rurivu]

I will keept them especially for you[part2]

Dieter Hellstrom&Fem!reader

!!!NSFW!!!!

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It was getting late.To say with what impatience you were waiting for Major Dieter Hellstrom is to say nothing.You stood in the kitchen in your best clothes, a faded short knitted pink dress with thin straps and an equally short maroon silk robe with a hanging belt.In fact, even you didn't care about this outfit, because it was intended only to be taken off.And Dieter will take it off you....Oh, you're all on pins and needles.Just the thought that he will come home any minute makes you flow (everyone would like such a family life, huh).

And here it is, the long-awaited creak of the opening doors.You take off and run into the hallway.Hellstrom is standing there, smiling maliciously.Biting your lip, you also smiled and leaned into the aisle, taking a fake sexy pose.The man grinned with such a joke:

- Have you been waiting for me for a long time, honey?- taking off his outer clothes, the German spoke.You're getting closer to him.

- Well, if you start counting from lunch, then somewhere forever.- theatrically you lengthened the word.You are both in a good mood, both in anticipation.He also approached you, now you are easily pressed against each other.

- Well, now I'm all yours...Dieter said deeply, looking you straight in the eye.His arm, like a snake, wraps around your waist.You, in turn, reflexively reach for the opponent's neck. "Aha...", That's all you said before you both bit into each other's lips with animal greed.Even though the major's skin was always cold, his tongue was always hot.Lifting you off the ground, Hellstrom carried you to the bedroom, which was around the corner, not for a second without looking up from the process.

Having reached the destination, he threw you on the bed with your back down, and, forced to break the kiss, you convulsively began to pull off each other's clothes, unable to cope with your attraction.The German coped with the task surprisingly quickly and after a couple of moments you were completely naked in front of him, but you had to tinker with the buttons on his snow-white shirt.Finally throwing Dieter's dirty clothes on the floor, you grabbed him and pulled him to you to kiss him again, casually lingering lips on a man's neck.As you thought, the same heavy fragrance as always, sometimes you wonder how well-groomed this person is.

You've already suffered enough, so, pushing him away, defiantly pressed your groin into his.The hint was understood, and the major did not want to make his lady (and himself) wait even a second longer.At one point, unbuttoning his pants, he immediately entered the full size.Your pussy clenched with pleasure, from which you and the man above you quietly sighed.

He began to move rhythmically, from which you blissfully purred, squeezing the already poor sheet to a creak.Through half-closed eyes, you watched Dieter's body, covered with moles just like his face.His exhausted breathing, soaked in black lust, is absolutely harmoniously combined with your graceful moans full of passion.

A deep push and then the rhythm changes rapidly.From a measured pace to crazy fast wet thrusts.All your insides are convulsing, you feel his cock expanding inside you.Gasping for air, all you do is say his name.

- Dieter, Dieter, Dieter....I... you..- fragments of phrases fly out of your mouth.

"What do you mean, honey?"Hellstrom gasps in mid-sentence.- Tell me, tell me now.I want to hear your voice, whatever you think, come on, I'm waiting!The commanding note in his voice made your heart beat even faster.Soon he will come, and your voice will really help him in this.The major roughly grabbed you by the thigh, from which you made something like a cry and a groan.

- Yes, please, Mr. Sturmbannfuhrer, I love you!Everything in me now wants only you!-despair and belittling with such speeches, especially with your voice, just drives Dieter Hellstrom crazy.- Please, Major, I will die right here if you don't finish..!- a smile appeared on the man's face, but it wasn't so funny to you, because at some point you were sure that it would never end and you would die right here from orgasm.But he didn't finish everything.

"You're just a monster, you're going to drive me to my grave!"- you shouted with even greater despair....

And then, a volcano erupts inside, streams of hot seed fill you from the inside out.You try to catch your breath, whispering along the way how much you love this man.All the juices and insides are mixed into one big mixture, filling you all.Dieter hovers over you, and then lies down on you exhausted and very carefully.You both sigh and exhale exhausted, but you put your heavy hands right on his back.Gradually moving away, Dieter was the first to raise his voice:

- And when you said....how could you formulate that?..

- I don't know, somehow, I said what I think...- you answered.- ... It was like I was out of my mind, so all the nonsense broke out.

You felt him smile at your collarbone.Hugging him a little tighter, you buried yourself in his jet-black hair, which was noticeably disheveled.Damn it, he smelled great too!

- I made dinner...Do you want to eat?you asked timidly.

- I completely forgot.That would be nice.- he answered calmly, holding your hand.

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[cozywriting]

Hugo Stiglitz Imagines

Pairing: Hugo Stiglitz x reader

Warnings: Graphic death mention, blood cw

Requested by: Anonymous

Imagine if Hugo survived the fatality of Operation Kino. There was just one more Nazi left on his list and the Basterds’ happily obliged.

The sound of crunching leaves caused you, Aldo and Utivich to turn heads.

“Well, Goddamn’,” called out Aldo as he drank in the sight of a brooding, blood-stained Hugo Stiglitz.

“Hugo,” you whispered, shocked with relief that he was alive.

You rushed past the remaining Basterds over to him. Hugo allowed you to cup his face. It was covered in dirt, sweat and dark red droplets. Your finger grazed his cheek and he brought his hand against your own.

Hugo gazed achingly into your eyes. He felt the racing beat of his heart and rested his forehead against yours. He was unbelievably grateful that you were still in one piece.

Aldo and Utivich watched the couple silently. Hugo leaned away from you and caught the attention of the two soldiers.

“Where is he?” said Hugo gruffly.

Aldo and Utivich did not have to exchange looks to know exactly who Stiglitz was referring to.

“Sorry you missed ‘em. I reckon he’s on his sweet way to the Land o’ Free any minute now,” Aldo confirmed. “That is of course, if you have anything to do about it.”

“I mean, we did give him a nice parting gift to bring home to America,” Utivich replied.

“Got’a scalp outta that little driver of his, too,” Aldo added. “I’d say that’s a win.”

“Not yet. That Nazi’s mine,” Hugo gritted through his teeth.

Standing so closely, you felt the warmth of his body temperature rise. His eyes narrowed as he was staring at Aldo. Your hand pushed the other side of his face towards yours so he was looking at you again.

“You’re not thinking of— ” you started before Hugo cut you off.

“He can’t keep getting away with it,” He said, his voice firm and unwavering.

“Hugo, it’s dangerous. You just got back…”

His hand pulled your wrist away from his face.

“I have to be the one to kill him,” he said.

You matched his gaze and knew in your heart that this was the ultimate truth. Though, it had been the grief of thought— Hugo laying dead in the tavern, that was too unbearable for you to let him go so soon.

You thought of Hans Landa and his orchestrated deal to live an entire new life, his get out of jail free card, so to speak. The revelation sickened you.

“And you will,” Hugo heard you say confidently. His head turned to its side and he smiled at your words.

—— —— ——

Hugo sat on a stone ledge, sharpening his blade. You walked over and took a seat next to him, watching the way he maneuvered the blade’s edge back and forth. It was a comfort to know he’d let you sit so close, sometimes just to watch him. The two of you shared the silence, basking in one another’s company.

The repeated scraping of the blade came to a halt. Hugo tucked it away into its protective sleeve. Aldo passed by the two.

“Ready?” Aldo asked him. Hugo nodded at the southern man, his eyes following him.

“Hey,” Hugo’s quiet voice spoke out. You turned to him and felt his fingers entwine with yours. You looked over and saw a warm glow in his brown eyes. “Try not to miss me too much,” he whispered with a grin.

Hugo gently brushed his lips over your hand and you smiled. The soldier got up from the stone ledge and followed Aldo into the vehicle. His newly sharpened blade packed into his pocket.

“He’ll be okay,” you heard Utivich’s voice.

You smiled sadly, as the car drove off. “Yeah,” you agreed. “And that fucker doesn’t stand a chance against Hugo.”

Utivich laughed. “He’ll be scared shitless.”

—— —— ——

Aldo’s boots squeaked as he stepped out through the hospital’s bleak hallway. A German soldier guarding a door spotted him.

“Hey! You’re not supposed to—” His words were interrupted by the deep slit of his throat. A river of blood leaked out from the wound. The uniformed German collapsed and Hugo stepped over him, making sure to leave a dusted boot-print.

They reached the wooden door and the two men exchanged glances.

“Bingo,” Aldo said, nodding his head to the now lone door.

Quietly, Hugo turned the knob. There he was. The despicable Jew Hunter. Fast asleep, nestled on his cot. He had layers of bandages wrapped over his head.

Hugo’s eyes roamed back onto Aldo, and he smirked. “I’m a big fan of your work.”

Aldo shut the door behind them.

Hugo hovered over Hans’ sleeping body, lightly slapping his facial cheeks. Hans stirred awake, eyes widened in horror at Hugo’s menacing smile.

“Ah, Lan-da,” Hugo acknowledged in a tune.

Hans audibly gulped in fear. His big eyes flickered away from Hugo. “Aldo…” He warned. “Our deal!”

“Yeah, ‘bout that,” Aldo replied, stepping forward. “You remember what I said about gettin’ chewed out? Well, here it is.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“Auf wiedersehen,” Hugo said as he flashed a smile at the former SS officer. Quickly, he tugged at a pillow, covering the Austrian’s fearful face. Hugo, unsheathing his knife, forcibly stabbed through the cushion. Again and again and again.

Stab.

Stab.

Stab.

Underneath Hugo, Hans’ body reacted in a frenzy. His legs squirmed in a fit of struggle, his hands both gripped the sides of his bed.

The former officer’s grip loosened, eventually falling at its side. Hugo removed the pillow and admired his masterpiece. He crawled off of the body and pushed it to the floor with a thud.

Hans’ limp figure lied on the hospital floor. His sandy hair was tousled and stained with mists of dark red. Fresh blood was gashed across his face, dripping down his neck. With one last look, Hugo spit on the dead Colonel.

Aldo kneeled down and pulled out his knife. He began to scalp the last, most infamous Nazi on their list. With Hans’ scalp in his hands, he looked over to his fellow soldier.

“Nice work, Stiglitz. Let’s get’cha home.”

[one-boring-person]

Hello, I hope you are having a great day :)

I saw that you're requests are open again so I'm sliding in to ask if you would write a scene about Hans Landa getting railed doggy style by an m!reader

Btw love your writing :3

Thank you so much! I hope you like this!😊💛

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Colonel Hans Landa (Inglourious Basterds) x m!reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, dirty talk, swearing

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Admittedly, I could've picked a better place for this. 

I can feel bruises already beginning to form on my knees, and the mewling colonel beneath me must be feeling the ache in his own legs now, but I can't find it in me to care, having pushed the man onto the floor some time ago now, off of the sofa that's placed beside us. He had complained, but a sharp slap to his ass has silenced that. 

I look over Hans as he sighs and arches his back, trying to grind back against me. Moments before, I had him pressed down onto the floor with my body flat against his, my still clothed crotch grinding hard against his bare ass, dragging sharp gasps of pleasure from him as his weeping cock rubbed against the cushion propped under his crotch. Landa's head is still twisted to the side, ready to receive the kisses and bites I laid on his neck, his lips parted from the pleasure, panting loudly with each mark I sucked onto his shoulder. In my grip, his hands clenched into fists, his ass lifting to arch into me. The man begged for me to do more, so here I obliged. 

Now, he writhes beneath me, pushing his ass back against my crotch, trying to get me to move. It sends lust straight through me to see such a self-important man looking so utterly pathetic. 

I smooth my hand over his ass, gripping it tightly to hear a moan of need from him. 

"Please, please just do something…fuck, I need it…" Hans whimpers, doubling his efforts.

"Such crude words from someone so eloquent." I mock him, running my finger between his cheeks, pressing against his tight hole, " What do you need, Colonel? Tell me clearly."

It sends a thrill through me, being so impertinent to a superior officer, knowing full well he could easily have me severely punished for speaking out of my place but won't. He seems to enjoy the thought, too - beneath him, his cock twitches, leaking onto the floor.

"I need your cock…" The colonel replies, apparently forgetting completely that he's the proud type.

"Is that right?" I tease him, spitting on his asshole, maneuvering the liquid round with my finger. He mewls in need, pushing against my hand.

"Yesss, please I need your cock inside me…" Hans moans out, clenching his fist in front of him where his arm is spread to keep him upright.

"You'll have to wait a minute or so for me to prepare you, Colonel. Wouldn't want to go in raw, now, would I?" I mock him once more, ramming my finger into his ass.

Immediately, he groans and clenches around the digit, sighs and pants of pleasure escaping him as I start to thrust my hand. I quickly add another finger to the mix, becoming inpatient as the man begins to get more and more desperate. My cock twitches in my briefs, eager to be pushed into the hot ass clenched around my fingers. After a minute or so, I oblige the ache in my groin.

Removing my hand, I say nothing to Hans as I pull my slacks and underwear down, spitting on my hand to lubricate my length before moving it to his tight hole. 

"Don't be too loud now, Colonel." I taunt before shoving my cock into him.

The response from both of us is instant. 

Our combined moans echo loudly around the room, my head falling back as I feel Hans' heat enveloping my cock, sucking me further into his body, squeezing me in all the right ways. I have to take a moment to adjust myself so I don't cum immediately, gripping the colonel's hips tightly as he pants beneath me. 

After a moment, I pull out, waiting for the needy whine before I ram myself straight back into him, setting a brutal pace. My lust is hot in my veins, every wild instinct taking over as I pound into the heavenly beat surrounding my cock, animalistic grunts escaping me with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, almost loud enough to drown out Hans' cries of pure ecstasy. His back is arched, hands scrabbling at the floor, incoherent pleas and praises falling from his gaping lips, sweat beading all over his flawless skin.

I move one hand to his shoulder, using it for the extra leverage, thrusting harder into his quivering hole. Small bruises are already forming where my fingers were before, the promise of leaving more on his skin sending me into overdrive. My hips slam against the colonel's ass, the force beginning to push him down onto the floor properly. Every stroke of my cock inside him seems to be hitting his prostate, sharp cries mixing with his deeper moans of pleasure, spurring me on as I feel my climax starting to build. 

"Fuck…I need to cum…please, you feel so good…" Hans moans underneath me, trying and failing to push his hips back against mine.

"Yeah? You need to cum? Going to clench around my hard cock in your tight ass and shoot all over the floor without me even touching your pathetic little prick?" I snarl down at him, breathless myself as I drive into his ass. In all fairness, the thought has me threatening to spill.

"Yes! Please, please let me cum! Please!" His begging sends a jagged pulse of lust through me and I feel my cock twitch.

"Fuck, do it. Cum on my cock, you worthless whore." I don't realise what I've said until Hans has let out a frankly pornographic moan and cum all over the floor below him, his ass turning into a vice around me, encouraging me to spill inside him.

With a loud groan, I wrap my arms around his waist and finish deep inside him, shooting hot ropes of cum into the velvety hold of his ass. My head falls to Hans' back, my teeth finding the damp skin to keep myself quiet as I pull the man's ass tightly back against me, grunting at the feeling of his hole clenching and squeezing. The feeling of intense pleasure washes over me, leaving my mind blissfully blank.

"I'd rather not spend all day on the floor, Hauptsturmführer." Hans' voice brings me back to the present, the commanding, all-knowing tone back in his voice. 

It grounds me back in reality, my face going red as I realise that I still have my cock in his ass. 

"Sorry, Colonel." I apologise quickly, sitting back upright and slowly pulling myself out of him, trying to ignore my brief flush of desire as I see the cum dripping from his gaping hole. 

Standing, I pull my trousers back up, tucking myself away as I watch Hans climb to his feet, lazily pulling on his own uniform again, not looking at me. As he pieces himself together again, he finally turns around, a pleasant smile on his face.

"Thank you, Hauptsturmführer. Your service has been exemplary." He reaches out and pats my shoulder patronisingly, "You are dismissed." 

Nodding stiffly, I swallow and leave, fighting back the disappointment welling up inside me. 

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Hans Landa Cafeteria Dream part 1

During an early afternoon nap today (26th August 2023) I had a detailed dream based on ‘Inglorious Basterds’, the dream whose description can nearly be considered a fan fiction. In my dream I discovered some YouTube film with deleted scenes from Tarantino’s movie. Of course, as someone who admires Hans Landa, I used the visual search tool and stopped the play/pause button just at the scene where I have noticed his presence. In the scene, there was a bright, sunny sky and the line of low beige buildings in the old-town style, but this landscape did not resemble a big city such as Paris but some smaller town in France, and I even knew it in my dream that this is outside Paris. The camera focused on the cafeteria building which has ground floor and first floor only (in the British sense).

The front walls of the building were removed and thus it resembled a dollhouse for children. The town, and the cafeteria itself, seemed to be very calm despite the war, thus the walls’ removal was made not because of war damages but because of making it accessible to the movie spectator. I saw Hans Landa on the first (and therefore the top) floor of the cafeteria. On the ground floor, before the fake entrance, there was a woman who wanted so badly to enter the cafeteria and meet Hans. The woman was wearing A-type skirt and was blond-haired, but, contrary to Shosanna and Bridget, two main female characters in the movie, her haircut was quite short, so-called bob, therefore I can say this was simply my haircut in the present, and the A-type skirt I like to wear was not very popular in the 1940s. However, in the dream I did not identify the woman with myself. (Of course the woman had not only a skirt but also a white blouse and a navy blue jacket 😄).

Then I found out that I will not understand anything from this scene if I do not watch the previous one. So I rewinded the video to watch it. In this previous scene, a battlefield was presented from the perspective of a soldier of the Allies (the anti-German side). He was also a character from the original Tarantino’s film but I don’t remember who exactly he was, let’s assume this was Aldo Raine because he was the main Allies’ character in the film. The battlefield scene was made in some kind of grotesque, music video style. Aldo Raine was presenting himself in the trench which was digged at the rear of the big field, in some scarce shrubbery, and the lieutenant was almost rapping some introduction of himself – something like ‘Here I am and I do the shooting work’, and presenting his gun. Then two cabaret girls loomed up from behind him, from the depth of the trench, and sang some chorus: ‘Yes, yes, we like to be in battle trench’. Singing, both girls brought up their almost-naked legs in the revia style – the girl on the left brought up her right leg, and the girl on the right brought up her left leg, to constitute the symmetry. I became somehow upset by this ‘funny’ attitude to war and wanted to do something to change it. Then I realized that I joined the world of the movie. I was no longer a YouTube spectator but the person on the battlefield, I felt I was even wearing a military jacket, and, digging lightly in the trench, seeing and touching the grains of soil left over after building it, I was seeking to show to myself – and to Aldo Raine – which position is the best to shoot the Nazi enemy but at the same time not to be shot.

Then the scene changed itself to the Hans-Landa-in-the-bright-small-town one. I was again just watching the film. The aforementioned blond-haired woman was impatiently standing before cafeteria, sometimes marching nervously to the one or another end of the old nice buildings’ line. When in all her wandering she once disappeared from the spectator’s view, then Hans just left the cafeteria building and appeared before it (of course in his uniform). A close-up was made at his face and then he started to behave like in a musical: all in larks (this is a Polish expression symbolizing big happiness and light-heartedness at the same time), he started to sing: ‘I’m about to have a woman! I’m about to have them all!’. Then the close-up ended and the camera showed him walking away from the cafeteria. He approached the next building on the right (from the spectator’s perspective). Then he repeated his singing lines in a very weird position: he stood closely under the blank (real) wall of the building; his arms crossed to ‘hug’ the beige wall but in fact hugging no one but himself; his forehead leaned against the wall as if he was dancing with a beloved woman.

In the dream I was thinking this is a funny representation of his approaching satisfaction and of the stereotypical inexhaustible sexual appetite of a male character, but now, when I am writing this, I think it is so embarrassing, depressing, and ironic to sing ‘I’m about to have a woman! I’m about to have them all!’ that way, having the face withdrawn from others and from the sun, hugging no one but a wall (yes, exactly like the way I imagine sometimes I’m hugging and calming down Hans while it’s only my arms crossed against the quilt). In fact, his strange behaviour signalized the solitude; that he had no one to hug. Anyway, by the lines of Hans’ song I knew that the composition of the battlefield scene and the cafeteria scene has the objective to show that the element of courtship and sexuality is present also during the war, no matter if you’re in the battlefield or in the occupied town.

The dream isn't ended yet - please read Part 2!

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Still Awake | Donny Donowitz x m!reader

anonymous asked: Donny with I'm just gonna bash your fucking brain in ( really just this scene...)

summary: Donny knows you all too well for your own good.

tws: war mentions, swearing

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The stars outside gleamed a silver smile along with a laughing moon while the winds whistled a fine old tune; a tune that had been heard by every ancestor, yet had been drowned out by the sounds of gunfire, mortars, shelling, tanks, and death. Hurricanes and blizzards, no storm could be heard over the raging melody of death and destruction.

Yet, within the tunnel, a bear slept soundly beside the man he loved.

His arm thrown over his man, Donny was snoring softly, the soft breaths warm against the back of your cold neck; his leather jacket draped over you, and one of Wicki's thicker jackets beneath it, yet you were still so cold.

The broken tunnels did very little in terms of warmth, cold droplets of semi solid water trickling between the cracked stones; Donny didn't seem to notice as he slept in his vest, his trousers pulled down to his ankles after he complained that he was too warm, his baseball bat right in front of you.

Some of the names had become smudged, yet still legible and still readable; every name a different story.

Every name a different loved one who should have been safe. A loved one who should be alive. You looked away, not wanting to be reminded of what would be waiting for you if they were to capture you; you knew all too well, but you had to keep fighting. You couldn't give up, couldn't let them kill more people as the hours went on; it was like Aldo said - the only good Nazi is a fucking dead Nazi.

The best thing any of you could do for anyone was to kill every single one of those fuckers, the more painful the death, the better.

Make them pay.

Make them regret every word, every action.

Make sure they could never hurt anyone again.

Make them rue the day they ever put that fucking uniform on; some of them lied, said they were only following orders and didn't actually believe in what they were doing, but they were fucking liars.

The lot of them, every little fucker who so much as nodded along to speeches, deserved to die.

Donny tried to pull you closer, a grumble coming from the back of his throat as he realised that he couldn't, and he sighed as he dared to open one eye; gently, he tapped your stomach with his rough fingers, and moved to sit up.

Looking down at you, he frowned. "You're still awake?"

You nodded, moving onto your back as you sighed, shivers running through your body as you missed his warmth. "Too cold to sleep."

He tutted, daring to straddle your waist for a moment before he gently lowered his body onto yours, trying not to laugh when he felt you chuckle at the sudden contacts. "This any better?"

"You becoming a blanket?" You teased, daring to bring a hand up to card through his hair as he rested his head on your chest. His dark black hair was somehow still soft, like it had been washed just that morning, even if you knew that he had not gotten the chance to wash it for weeks.

Then again, neither did you. It was difficult to find bodies of water that were big enough to bathe in, even more difficult to come by certain basics like towels, spare clothes, soap; everything was hard to find and to come by when you weren't even allowed to be in contact with other allied regiments unless it was an emergency.

Basterds were on their own, and that meant no rations, which meant that everything you could find, you had to salvage however much you could; you would have killed for a bar of soap. You couldn't blame Donny for smelling a bit, given the circumstances, and you were certain that you did as well; but his hair was still so soft, you wondered if he secretly had a bar of soap to himself that he wasn't sharing.

Probably not.

His stubble was getting thicker by the day, it would only be a few weeks until he had a proper beard; you could remember the days when he would despise himself for not shaving every day. Those days were long gone; now, even being able to trim facial hair was a fucking luxury and a half. As much as you knew you were doing the right thing by killing every Nazi you could find, you did wonder if the other allied regiments were better off; they were given rations, they had places to wash.

"You're doing it again," Donny murmured.

"What?"

"You're doing that thing where you wonder if the other guys are better off," he mumbled against your skin, "y'know, that thing where you think that maybe you'd be better off under some fuckin' McAuliffe cunt's command."

"You really know me that well?" You asked, tugging at his hair gently to force him to look at you.

Donny smiled as he nodded, raising his brows slightly. "Course I do... gonna make you my husband one day, I'd like to think I fuckin' know you as much as I do myself."

"Fair point," you hummed, letting go of his hair so that you could put your arms behind your head. "You really think we're gonna live that long, though?"

He didn't want to say it, didn't want to admit that he really wasn't sure if he thought about it for more than a few moments; but he also knew that if he didn't say it, then you would be worse off. He couldn't have that.

"Yeah, of fuckin' course I do! Anyone who tells me otherwise, I'll tell them straight: I'm gonna bash your fucking brains in."

"What if I tell you otherwise?"

"You won't," he glared at you with big brown eyes as he shook his head.

You licked your lips as you swallowed thickly. "What if I do?"

"Then," he moved up, straddling your waist again as he planted his hands on the cold stones either side of your head, a smile coming to his face. "I guess I'm gonna have to fuckin' kiss you til you think differently."

As he looked at you, he couldn't help but to smile; he could remember you being so small that people had to carry you. He used to be so small that he couldn't kick a football when he was younger. He couldn't remember you both getting so much older; you had become so handsome. He got so tall. Wasn't it just yesterday that you were playing in the street outside his father's barbershop?

So many years together, one season following the next like it was nothing; everything you had done together growing up, had brought you both here. He still loved you as much as he did when you were both small; he still loved you as much as he did when you were stupid children. So natural a fit, it was no shock that, if you were to make it out of the war alive, there would be a canopy to stand beneath just around the corner.

"I love you," he breathed out.

"I know," you mumbled, gently cupping his cheek. "I don't wanna lose you."

Leaning into your touch, Donny shook his head. "I don't wanna lose you, either."

"Tell me we're gonna make it out alive. Tell me it's all gonna be alright."

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How they react to you getting hurt 🥲 | IB headcanon

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Content warnings: injury, blood, war, profanity, light angst.

Being part of the Basterds & getting injured would look like:

Getting injured was not something you planned, but in war it is bound to happen eventually. It could happen when y’all were ambushed, on recon, or something simple as moving place to place.

Whether it be a small graze, a split lip, or a possible fatal wound the Basterds are losing their mind. It would be utter chaos in the tent with Wicki having to kick them all out, besides Alsdo, so he could work with a clear mind. If it was a small injury that could be fixed with some bandages and alcohol then he’d be like “you lot are so dramatic. Just calm down they’re going to be fine.” But if it was serious then the last thing the man needed was panic around him, “if you all can’t shut the fuck up then get out! I need to concentrate before they bleed out!” Wicki cared deeply for you and felt responsible. He’d be dammed if you died on his watch.

Aldo would remain calm but internally was on high alert. You were one if the best Basterds and quite literally the glue that kept them together. In a shitshow of a world you still managed to smile, brining a level of hope and optimism to the squad. Seeing you in pain pulled at his heartstrings. Best believe he would stop at nothing to avenge you if worst comes to worst.

Donny would be in the same boat as Aldo, but would be more visibly anxious and pacing back and forth until he got an update. Like Aldo he’d set the world on fire to avenge you if you died. Donny is the bastard who’d try to make you laugh when you’re recovering which would only make the pain worse. “Oh sorry, I forgot you’re hurting there.”

Hugo is scary. Bottom line he is not talking, he is barely moving. It would not be until he knew you’d be okay that he would visibly relax. If the person who hurt you was still breathing Hugo would be silently plotting. The bastard would be the type to sneak out of camp and track the person himself. God forbid you died because you were the one thing keeping him grounded (platonically) so if he lost you….well pray for those who come in his way.

The younger basterds are losing their minds. Scared shirtless the only thing their minds go to is the worst. Smitty is holding back tears, Omar is biting his nails. They’d be camping outside the tent to hear what was going on and would fall on their asses when Aldo or Wicki were to suddenly come out. “Are they gonna be okay!?” They shout simultaneously, anxious at the sight of blood on Wicki. When the older man lit a cigarette and mumbled, “They’re gonna be fine. They just need to rest,” they all dropped to the floor in relief.

It would pain the basterds to have to send you home if the injury you sustained put you out of the line of duty. This wold be if you lost a limb or were in need of more medical attention than they could offer, such as losing your sight or part of your hearing. Aldo would be the one to escort you to allied territory to hand you over, the ride solemn and silent. “I’m sorry, boss,” you softly said., “I’m sorry I let you down.” “Kid, you’re alive. That’s all that matters and don’t you fuckin’ forget it. I’d rather be takin’ ya back breathin’ than in a casket.”

If your injury was not fatal and a quick fix, expect a small lecture from Aldo. He wouldn’t be upset with you per say, but just angry that it happened. Again, you are someone he cares about. All the Basterds do. So when shit like that happens it scares them and never did they wanna deal with having to bury someone they cared about. He would, however, scold you if the reason you got hurt was because you did something stupid or went against his orders. “L/n, I will warn you this one time. You pull that shit again and I’ll have your ass on the next truck back to base. Understood?”

At the end of the day the boys are just happy you’re okay. It was a close call but thankfully you survived and Wicki was the one with the brains to help you recover. They may have shit their pants and nearly went into cardiac arrest, but the basterds wouldn’t be losing their sunshine anytime soon.

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imagine hans landa playing among us

Oh ho ho, the Hans "Landa" Lander fans have caught onto my existing.

Instigator. He already knows who it is five minutes in but picks on random people like a dickweed, no matter if he's the imposter or a crewmate. Tries to strike deals whenever anyone votes on his ass and ends up making everyone worse.

Hans likes stalking around in the vents, whevener he's an imposter, so he can gather little secrets and accuse you. He's damn good at looking inconspicuous, and will rat out other imposters to save his own ass. 2/10 teammate, fucking loser.

Will stick around at least one person as a crewmate. Makes you watch him very slowly in the Med Bay.

[sirenofthegreenbanks]

apparently in the ov of inglourious basterds the opening scene has the nazi guy switch from french to english (i assume because of the english speaking target audience) while in the german dub he wants to switch from french to german. in the english original the reason seems to simply be that its more comfortable for him to speak in english bc his french is shit. but in the german dub the guy ofc does not request to switch to english but instead to german, and in my eyes it gives the entire thing a super sinister implication that was not originally intended but works incredibly well, giving the nazis‘ entire Thing lmao