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The Best Way to A Soldier's Heart | Wilhelm Wicki x gn!reader

Anonymous asked: Hi, hope you're doing well

I was wondering if I could request Wicki with the prompt "I don't care if I gotta walk a thousand miles to be with you, I want you"

Hope you have a nice night and thank you!

summary: Wicki's got a little crush, but at least he knows what the best way to a soldier's heart is.

tws: swearing, smoking

Ration quality food wasn't exactly the best thing in the world, it wasn't particularly filling and it didn't particularly taste good either, but you and the Basterds made do with what you were given, and when you could, stealing from locals was another option; the few times you had managed to get cheese, real cheese, and real butter and eggs were some of the best meals you had had in years, and although everyone ate more than their fair share, and there were never any leftovers, Wicki always gave you a part of his own. He would lie and say that he was full, but in truth, he had seen how you were struggling so much more than the others, and he wanted to at least make sure that you had a full stomach, even though he couldn't do anything else.

But it was late, and your stomach was growling so loudly that it was keeping Wicki up as he tried to sleep in the hammock next to where you were on the floor; usually, such a noise was easy to ignore and easy to brush aside, but because it was you, Wicki couldn't stop himself. Slowly and cautiously getting out of his hammock so that he could search his bag for something, anything to eat; there were a few stale biscuits, and a little bit of cheese that he had intended to save for a later date, all wrapped in brown paper. He grabbed it, and gently kicked your foot, clearing his throat as he squatted down and handed you the parcel.

"Käse," he stated. "Und Kekse."

You nodded, grabbing it and tearing off the paper as if it was the most valuable and useful of gifts, shoving the biscuits into your mouth without even a second of hesitation; you smiled at Wicki, crumbs all over your lips, and allowed him to wipe them away with the pads of his thumbs as he returned the smile.

It wasn't much, but at least it stopped your stomach from grumbling so loudly, even if Wicki couldn't help himself as he sat down properly and crossed his legs, resting his elbows on his knees as he tilted his head to the side and raised his brows. "Better?"

"Much," you chuckled softly. "Thank you, Wilhelm..."

He nodded, unable to shake the thought from his head, something that his father had told him long ago; the best way to a soldier's heart is through his stomach. Wicki smiled. He had always had a little bit of a crush on you, even back when you were transferred to the Basterds from your section of the RAF; your commanding officer, Kashyap, had told you to go with them, as you had flown over enemy territory enough that you knew it well. You served almost as a sort of guide, and Aldo was pleased to have you on the team. Wicki had been a little nervous around you to begin with, mostly because he had never met a man so fucking handsome before, and when he got to know you, when he got to know your personality, it took the breath from him; his gazes would linger, he would try and make you laugh at every chance, he would sleep near you and would almost always offer to help you with guarding the Basterds and scavenging for anything other than ration quality food.

He pulled out his cigarettes, and offered you one. "Gern geschehen, mein Pilot."

You scoffed, letting him cup his hands around the end of your cigarette so that you could light it, staring into his eyes as you swallowed thickly. He pulled away, and you couldn't help but to miss the closeness. "Remember when I took you for a spin in my Hawker?"

"Ja," he nearly laughed at the memory. "You were in a lot of trouble with Kashyap for that."

"It was fun though," you pointed out. "Wasn't it?"

Wicki nodded, finally letting out a soft chuckle as he lit his cigarette. "I wasn't happy when you made us go upside down... or when you raced the Spitfire."

You grinned. "When I raced Khan, I thought you were gonna be sick."

"I very nearly was," he admitted. "But... I enjoyed it."

"I'll take you out in it again," you told him. "When we've won the war, when I go back to the RAF... if you come with me, I'll take you out in the Hawker again - as payment for the cheese and biscuits."

"Are you sure?" He asked, furrowing his brows.

You nodded, still grinning at him as you nudged his shoulder. "I'm a pilot, I'm sure of everything I do in a plane... besides, I gotta think of a way to repay you for feeding me, don't I?"

"You don't need to," Wicki told you gently, shaking his head. "You'd do the same."

"Wilhelm, I'd walk a thousand miles for you," you admitted with a soft laugh. "I'd fucking stroll through fire like it was a walk to the shops, if you asked me."

He swallowed thickly, wondering if maybe he should tell you about his little crush on you, wondering if you felt the same and wondering if he really should be honest; tomorrow may never come, you may never see the dawn creeping up. Time was short. It was better to die an honest man. "(y/n), I... feel things for you. Romantisch things."

You shrugged, tilting your head to the side and cocking a brow. "And you think I don't feel them things, too?"

He looked at you, the type of look that told you everything you needed to know; that he knew what you had meant, and that he was sitting there, waiting for you to make the first move just so he could be sure. Just so he knew what you had said meant what he thought it did. Wicki wasn't shy, not by any means, but he was careful, and he didn't want to make a move if you weren't ready for it. He didn't want to cause any miscommunication.

So you sighed, and you took his hand in yours, rubbing your thumb across his knuckles as you smiled. "I want to be with you, romantically. Not just as brothers in arms."

Turning his hand over, Wicki laced his fingers with yours, and sighed heavily when you gave his hand a little squeeze; it was the first move he had waited for, and now that he knew what you meant, he nodded slowly. "I don't care if I gotta walk a thousand miles to be with you, I want you, too."

"Then keep feeding me," you joked softly. "I've got a stomach like a bottomless pit at the moment, keep feeding me and I'll never leave you."

He grinned, doing his best not to laugh when he heard Hugo start to trudge back to the little camp, turning his head slightly. "Get some rest, mein Kampfpilot. I'll be in the hammock."

"Wait," you tugged his hand, pleading with him. "Can I... shit... can I join you?"

Wicki nodded. "Ja, natürlich, there should be enough room for us both."

"Danke," you replied gently, "mein geliebter."

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[sideeve]

☆ ── YOUNGER THAN YOU

☆ ── he knew it was wrong to involve himself with someone younger than him. but it felt so good. ☆ ── age gap ( reader is in her 20’s and john is in his 40’s ) , emotionally closed off john , daddy issues ( not me projecting ) , smut ( p—in—v s*x ) , squirting , listen to younger than you by whirr

john sat in an empty booth, nursing a glass of alcohol that he would sip from time to time. the burning sensation every time he swallows kept him alive. he watched as the criminals socialized around him. he remembered when he was like them

he would be able to talk to anyone without a problem. now, he felt like an outcast. despite the fact that people feared him when his name was spoken.

he hated interactions that weren’t needed. he was a man that spoke a few words.

but you? everything was different with you. ever since helen passed away, he kept telling himself that he’ll never find love again.

but he kept finding himself tangled in bed with you at night. spending his mornings with you.

he even almost forgot about helen. you could take her place. but…something kept eating him alive.

you are too young. you were mature. you could take care of yourself. you were strong. mentally and physically. but in reality, you were too young.

──

“johnny.” you wrap your arms around his waist as he makes himself a bowl of cereal. you kissed his bare back, his scent filling your nostrils. he must have taken a shower recently.

“i missed you tonight. where did you go?” your hands travel up to his chest. “i needed some fresh air.”

in your mind, you knew that was code for “i needed some time to think about something.”

“what did you think about?” he takes a breath. “i think we should end this.” your arms leave his torso, taking a step back, “what?” he turns to you, that same stoic look on his face. “you’re too young for me. you need a man who is around your age. someone who knows what do with you.”

you scoff, “you must be joking right? when was age ever a problem between us?” “you don’t underst—” “no you don’t understand! i don’t want anyone else. i just want you, wick.”

you take your place again, in front of him, instead taking his arms to wrap around you. he would’ve moved his arms back but he didn’t. he couldn’t resist you. you were his kryptonite.

he pulled you closer. “i don’t know how i could live without you.” he bends down, taking your lips with his. you moan in the kiss, sending electric signals in his body.

he pats your thigh, telling you to jump. you wrap your legs around his waist as walks up to his your shared bedroom.

you bounce on the bed, giggling. your clothes quickly ripped, which he promised you that he would buy some more.

he placed himself between your legs, kissing up your thigh while one hand places itself on your breast. “john.” he hums in response. “please. no foreplay today.”

he chuckles darkly. “impatient, are we?” his clothes were taken off, his tip prodding at your hole, “you—” “just do it, please!” you whine.

the first thrust was hard. he practically slip you open. for an old man, he knew how to fuck.

his hands gripped your hips, letting him stroke deeper. “fuck—” you let out a strangled moan. his hips thrust in rhythm, hitting that sensitive spot on your spongey walls. “i could never leave you.” he bends down, kissing your neck. “i love you.”

a knot forms in your stomach, threatening to rip. “john, i think i’m—” “come.” his thrust get faster, chasing for both your orgasms. “s-shit.”

a liquid substance covers both of your legs. you were hoping he didn’t notice. but he did, he groaned in pleasure. “fuck.” he released in you, white painting your walls.

he pulls out, laying next to you. “i hope you’re on the pill.” your eyes widen, “you finished inside me?” silence covers the room.

he wraps his arm around your waist, “i wouldn’t be opposed to having a kid with you.”

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Can We Cuddle? 🙈 | How the Basterds ask you to cuddle | IB Headcanon

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Requested by this anon ♥️ Rules for requests

Lt. Aldo Raine

Aldo is the type of main who rarely gets time to rest. Being in the middle of the woods in a war while hunting krauts means you two lack privacy or a nice warm bed. But there are days where Aldo gets so exhausted and a flicker of peace while the other basterds are occupied and takes advantage of it.

“Can we cuddle, darlin’?” He’ll simply ask, throwing aside his pack and coming to lay beside you. He pretty much already has his arm wrapped around you and nuzzling his way into your neck, sighing at the warmth it provides. The ground is hard and he’ll wake up with a sore ass and back, but at least he gets time to hold you in his arms.

You’ve already got a grin on your face, leaning into him while securing your arm around to play with his hair, saying, “Of course, love. Though, you already got yourself comfortable.”

“maybe I knew you’d say yes,” he smirks, kissing your jaw and cozying up to you. “We only got a short amount a time ‘fore those fools ruin it. Let’s make the most of it.”

Sgt. Donny Donowitz

Donny probably doesn’t even ask honestly. The man will just plop his happy ass on top of you, causing a groan followed by a laugh to escape your mouth. If y’all are at an inn/motel with the rare occasion of having a bed, Donny doesn’t hesitate to jump on top of you.“What do you want, mister?” His arms fall to your sides, resting his head on your chest while looking up at you with a cheeky smile. You’re own smile forms, knowing what it is he wants.

“Can we cuddle, doll?” The innocent question has your face soften, immediately shifting to make yourself more comfortable as your arms go to cradle him. “Do you even have to ask?” He chuckles at your response, grinning in victory as he shuffles more up your body so he wasn’t fully on top of you but against your side. It’s rare you two get to cuddle, but Donny loves anytime you do. The Basterds used to hollar and tease in the beginning of y’all’s relationship, before stopping when Donny threatened to use his bat on them.

“This is nice. Ain’t it, doll?” He hums in content, feeling you hold him. Usually he’s the bigger spoon and likes to hold you, but on these types of moments he loves just laying on top of you and feeling the gentle thump of your heart against his ear. You smile and lean down to kiss his head, “It’s the thing I look forward to most when I’m with you, Donny.”

Cpl. Wilhelm Wicki

Ever the gentlemen, Wicki would politely ask you to cuddle. He probably would pop the question when he sees you in distress or in dire need of rest. Taking your blankets and pack, Wicki sets up a little spot by the fire after you two have first watch and gesture for you to join him.

“What’s this,” you can’t help but ask, small smiling in the corner of your lips when you see him lay down and open his arms. “Lay with me, Schatzi. You need rest and I wanna hold you tonight if you don’t mind.” Biting your lip, you ease down and allow him to pull you into the position where his chest is to your back, the two of you facing the fire at a safe distance where you feel the heat but not close enough where it’s a hazard. “Don’t mind if I do, Corporal,” you then tease how out of character it is for him. Usually it’s you asking him to cuddle, not the other way around.

“With all the hell we see, Y/n, having a little bit of peace with you is what I strive for,” fingers brush through your hair, Wicki kissing the side of your head as sleep threatens to take over you. “Sleep now, liebling, I’ll be here when you wake.”

Sgt. Hugo Stiglitz

Hugo is not one with words. So as you can imagine he’d likely not directly ask you to cuddle but instead give a motion with his hands or his body language gives away what he wants. You two would be bunked together—thanks to Aldo—when y’all get the chance to be at an inn while doing recon in downtown Paris. Having been…something, for sometime you two know each other’s boundaries with physical touch still being difficult for Hugo. He trusts you and knows he feels something strong for you, but he still has trouble letting you in.

This particular night however, was a hard day for both of you and you both were exhausted to the point you dropped onto the bed beside him before being taken aback by the look he was giving you. “You okay, Hugo?” You ask, sitting up a bit to decipher why he was giving you that look. When he glances down at the bed, shifting a bit closer he looks up at you with nervousness. It clicks for you, “Did you…do you want me to move closer?”

When he nods you slowly draw forward, watching his arms open and letting you fall into them. Tucking your head in his neck, you feel Hugo wrap his arms around you, stiff and unsure. It’s only when you relax against him that Hugo relaxes as well, the both of you falling asleep shortly after, a small smile painting your face.

Private Smithson Utivich

Smitty is nervous around you even after you two have established your relationship. Getting alone time gets him flustered and there are times where the opportunity arises to cuddle with you and it still makes his palms sweaty. You find it adorable, however, and sometimes tease him by saying, “All you have to do is ask, Smitty. You know I’ll say yes.”

It just makes him go red, stuttering out, “Can—can we cuddle a bit? If you don’t mind—I-I,” you cut him off with a kiss to the cheek, curling up to him. His body head could be felt through his clothes, making you nuzzle up to Smiitty as he awkwardly brings his arms around you. “Better, bud?”

“Yeah,” he sighs with a crooked smile, happy with the feeling of you in his arms. Smitty can’t help but love the moments where you two get to relax and just talk about life while cuddling. It makes him feel at home, “So much better.”

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fresh fruit; wilhelm wicki

pair. wilhelm wicki x gn!reader

summ. the sniper's delight orchard bears some fruit for you n wicki the snipers :)

gen. fluff

tw. eating, food, description of eating food

wc. 400+

note. oldish draft i like :)

Not only is the orchard an absolute delight to you and Wilhelm, the designated snipers for this mission, but the orchard actually has fresh, edible apples. You hadn't eaten fresh anything for god knows how long. Just the sight of the apple-bearing trees nearly made you cry. To say you're happy is an understatement. You took your chance as you and the other basterds snuck across the fields, filling your pockets full of fruit. 

Once you and Wilhelm get into position as well as the rest of the basterds, you shoot him a playful smile. He spares you a look before turning his attention back to the task at hand. "Rate mal, was ich habe (Guess what I got)," You singsong, pulling a shiny, bright red apple from your pocket, turning it in your hand. 

"Du hast einen Apfel geklaut? (You stole an apple?)" 

"Several apples," You scoot closer to him, holding the apple up to his cheek. 

He keeps his focus, looking ahead through the scope of his rifle. He hasn't quite got to the point where he's completely comfortable in telling you that he loves your shenanigans (and you) but he can never deny you. "Are you trying to distract me on purpose?" He teases, eye still forward.

"No," You lean into him, "but I wanna see you try one." 

That catches his attention. He turns his head to look you up and down. His brows furrow as he practically examines you and your apple. 

"C'mon, please," You lay your head on his shoulder and look up at him.

"One bite," He bargains.

Your nose scrunches up as you smile at him, scrambling to sit across from him and hand him the apple. "Okay, go on," You sit like an eager dog, foaming at the mouth.

He doesn't get why you're so eager to see him bite into an apple but he obeys your little wish. As always, he can't deny you. He flicks his eyes to yours before sinking his teeth into the crisp, juicy apple. He savors the taste with juice and drool dribbling down to his chin. "There," He holds the apple out to you.

Your smile widens before you rock forward onto your knees, reaching a hand out to wipe the line from his face. Swiping your thumb from the corner of his mouth down to his chin. "There," You smirk, ghosting your fingers over his as you take the apple from him. 

He tries his best to hide the shiver that slinks down his spine. 

Then you take a bite from the same apple, eyeing Wilhelm the whole time. "Wunderbar, if I don't say so myself." You shoot him a wink before gesturing to his rifle, "Better get back to work, Corporal."

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So Kalt | Wilhelm Wicki x m!reader

anonymous asked: Hello! I hope you are doing well :) May I please request a Wilhelm Wicki x m!reader with the prompt “But does it matter when the only thing we love will die?” I was thinking that the reader could be really cynical and jaded because of the war and is trying to push Wicki away because of it, but Wicki is persistent and isn't giving up on the reader. Y'know, just something angsty and fluffy. Thank you! (p.s. your writing is genuinely always so good :))

summary: you know you can't tell him, as much as you want to, you know you can't say a damn thing to him.

tws: mentions of death/fascism/torture/etc, swearing

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There were things that a soldier could never say out loud or else he would risk being overheard and getting himself into a rather sticky situation that could risk his life or worse, the lives of others; there were things that you could never say, could never admit to, could never be honest about. Things you knew that, if anyone knew, they would end up being able to tell what, or rather who, your weaknesses were.

Even amongst the Basterds, your most trusted friends and your closest family, could never know those things; Donny, your beloved best friend who could make you laugh until your sides ached and you were sobbing, could never know those things.

Aldo, your self confessed new big brother who could give you confidence and would tease you into the ground in the same breath, could never know those things. Wicki, your beloved Wicki, could never know.

There was more to it than that, though. You knew, if you were to be the captured by the Nazis, that they would kill you after they were done torturing you; you were well aware that the chances of making it out of the war alive were slim to none, and you had come to accept that. You just didn't want anyone to be upset when it happened.

You didn't want anyone to miss you, to be heartbroken by you leaving them, especially not Wicki; nothing mattered anymore, life was worthless, but you knew that you had to keep fighting - even if you only killed one Nazi, that was still worth it.

You could die at peace knowing you had thrown a spanner in their works and helped to bring down the fascist war machine; but other than that, you were merely cannon fodder.

You would never tell Wicki, your beloved Wicki, of your little secret though; you would never tell him that you loved him, that you cared deeply and truly for him. You would never tell him that when he smiled at you, your heart ached; when he laughed at your jokes, your hands shook; when he snuggled into you at night to preserve warmth, you froze and felt safer than you ever had before.

You couldn't tell him that you loved him, and that you would spend your dying breath to keep him safe.

A very real possibility, you knew that too well, but you were prepared; if it came down to your life or his, you would die knowing that you saved him.

But you had to keep him at a distance, you knew you couldn't let him know that you loved him so much; you had to keep pushing him away even though he always came back, always came and told you that you would never be able to get rid of him no matter how hard you tried.

He wouldn't let you go that easily, he would refuse.

It was a cold night at the campfire, you had given Donny your jacket to use as a pillow while he lounged on the ground behind you; most of the ice had melted amongst the grass and dirt, making it cold and damp to the touch, uncomfortable by all means.

Aldo was talking over plans with Hugo and Omar, muttering and mumbling amongst themselves. You and Wicki were sat at the fire, and every time you found yourself trying to lean into him, you forced yourself to move over.

No getting close.

You needed to shuffle along, out of his grasp, every time that you found yourself about to rest your head against his shoulder; but while you would move a few inches, Wicki would move just as much, keeping close to you as he resisted the urge to hold your hand and to put his arm around you.

He made little moves here and there, passing you his coat to keep you warm, resting his knee against yours, but you kept pushing him away.

In all honesty, Wicki wasn't going to give up that easily, he wasn't about to let you go without fighting for you first; he loved you, he wanted and needed you to know that, but if you kept pushing him away, he couldn't tell you.

More than anything, he just wished that you would stop pushing him away so much, that you would let him in even a little bit; but he was also painfully aware of what war did to people.

He knew that you weren't the same man as the one who had volunteered back in thirty nine; he knew you were a lot more jaded, cynical, and cold thanks to what you had seen, been through. He couldn't blame you, even if all he wanted was for you to let him in even the slightest little bit, just budge the door open enough so that he could see into the hallway.

You shivered, and Wick didn't think twice as he grabbed you, sinking to the floor and pulling you between his spread legs; using his heat and keeping you closer to the fire so that you wouldn't be so cold, but much to his disappointment, you only argued.

"Let me go, Wilhelm."

"Nein," he growled. "Du bist zu kalt."

"Let me go."

"Ich sagte nein," Wicki huffed, his breath warm against the back of your neck. "Sitz still."

You caved, huffing and puffing curses at him as you did your best not to relax into his grasp; it was warmer, you couldn't deny that, and you did stop shivering when he grabbed his jacket and wrapped it around you as best as he could, the fabric bunched between your body and his.

"You're lucky," he murmured. "If I didn't love you so much, I might've let you freeze."

You paused, going completely still as you clenched your jaw; no, you couldn't tell him. He had a chance to make it out alive, you didn't; you wouldn't see the end of the war, there was no point in giving yourself any false good that maybe you and Wicki could have a relationship in the slightest. You swallowed thickly, pretending you didn't hear what he had said.

"I'm sorry," Wicki grumbled. "I shouldn't have said that, but... but I wish you'd stop pushing me away."

You moved, only enough to be able to reposition yourself so that you were facing him, glaring into his eyes as you clenched your jaw, shaking your head. "I have to."

"You don't."

"I do," you insisted. "You have a chance, Wilhelm, I don't... you'll make it out alive, I won't."

"You don't know that."

"I wish I didn't," you huffed. "But I do. You've seen the shit we're fighting against, you know what they're doing to people like us. I'm not gonna make it out alive."

"Don't say such things."

"I'd love to love you," you told him quietly. "But does it matter when the only thing we love will die? Does it matter how I feel when they could use that to hurt you?"

Wicki licked his lips, placing his hands on your face as he sighed, his skin so warm and yours so cold as he furrowed his brows. "Yes. Of course it matters... I'm not giving up on you."

"Wilhelm, don't."

"Listen to me," he was just shy of commanding you. "Ich liebe dich, und ich wird für uns kämpfen."

"Don't."

"I love you," he insisted. "I'm not giving up that easily... bitte, mein Soldat... don't push me away."

He was wearing you down, his sweet and honeyed words too good to be true; you could feel tears starting to come to your eyes as you swallowed thickly.

"What if you die because of me?"

"I won't," Wicki dared to smile. "Because you'll make sure I don't... please, don't push me away."

"I don't want to," you admitted. "But-"

"Don't think about anything else," he told you sternly. "Only what you feel."

"You promise nothing bad'll happen?"

"Natürlich. Ich verspreche."

You nodded, and crashed into him, your face against the side of his neck as you wrapped your arms around him tightly, sniffling. "I'm sorry I ever pushed you away, I just... fuck, I'm worried."

"You have me," Wicki said kindly, sweetly. "You don't have to worry."

You nodded again. "I should've listened to you from the start, you were always the smart one."

"Du bist ein attraktiver Mann," he chuckled. "Aber... nicht sehr klug."

"Stop," you chuckled softly.

"Kiss me," he mused. "And I'll stop."

"You asked for it," you pointed out as you pulled away.

He met you halfway, trying not to wince at how you were still so much colder than he was, but he soon melted into it; one hand on your lower back, fingers splayed, the other resting at the back of your neck as you dared to sneak your hands up under his shirt.

His breath hitched as your cold skin dragged up to his chest, but he soon smiled, nearly grinning as he eagerly kissed you; it was infectious, and just before he pulled away to catch his breath, you started to smile, too.

"I did ask for it," Wicki nodded. "I'll ask for it again, if you want me to."

"In a minute," you said, reaching into your pocket. "Cigarette?"

"Who am I to say no to such a handsome man?"

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[rurivu]

Photo album 📷

Actually it's a little headcanon for my fanfic,but I don't then i can finally end it(daaamn)

Her name is Sidney Cushing, silly baby girl 💞⭐

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[romanarose]

No.

No outbreak!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

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Summary: You're sick and Joel won't let you go to work.

Warnings: Being sick. Extra for talking about covid, but reader doesn't have covid.

Immersability: Reader is fem bc this is specifically written for someone. Usually in drabbles I try to make the reader gender non descript just to make them accessible to people of all genders but this is for someone. I toyed around with sick indicators like looking flushed or pale, but I just landed on describing a change in coloring. I'm sorry if that's not vague enough.

A/n: Written for @joelsgreys who I saw was sicky wicky and I just wanted to give a few short paragraphs of comfort.

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"No."

Joel stands in front of your bed, arms crossed and already dressed for the day. You had been sleeping in, or trying to. How was he not cold? You were freezing.

You try to get out of bed, but Joel walks over, gently but firmly laying you back down. "Joel! I have to go to work!"

"Like hell you do." Joel pulls the covers up over your shaking form. "You were up all night hack'n up a lung, what if you have covid?"

"I don't have covid, I checked last night."

Joel furrows his brow as he looked down at you. "What? When?"

Coughing loudly, you try to convince your husband you were fine. "I took a test around 5 when I thought *cough cough* I was gonna puke."

"Sweetheart..." He kneels down beside you, brushing hair out of your sweaty forehead. "Why didn't you wake me?"

"Because you have to work too! It made no sense for us to be miserable."

Joel sigh, pulling out his phone. "Try and look as sick and sad and possible."

You didn't have to try too hard. Your change in coloring was apparent and your face gleaned with sweat. Your nose was raw and dry and chapped from wiping it and your eyes held deep bags from no sleep. To top it all off, you frowned and pouted, eyes glistening from the sickness.

He couldn't help but chuckle as he snapped a picture. "Good, you look awful." He sent the picture to Tommy. 'You're on your own today.'

"Joooooeeeelll" You whine. "I can't stay home if it's not covid, boss won't have it!"

He snatched your phone off the bedside table and dialed your boss, letting him know that you were running a fever and puking, and he was certain he wouldn't want you spreading that sickness to others knowingly, right? Your boss conceded, Joel tone leaving no room for discussion and his implication promoting your boss to say you can stay home tomorrow too.

Your smile greeted him when he got off the phone. "I love you, you know."

"I do."

*Ding!* Went Joel's phone, loudly. Joel always had it on loud so he could hear. He didn't trust the vibration or flash and his hearing was bad enough he wanted to make sure he always got important phone calls and texts involving you, Sarah, and Tommy. It was annoying, a slight irritant and sometimes made you jump, but it was a small sacrifice for him and his peace of mind. He looked at his phone, opening the text from Tommy. 'Disgusting. *puke emoji* Both of you stay away from me. I got it here.'

Taking out the Vaseline you always kept for your dry lips, he rubs a glob on your dried up nose. "I'm gonna drop Sarah off at school, then run to CVS and get you shit. THEN I'm going to IHOP and getting a breakfast fit for a princess."

"Oh my god I'm starving."

"I know, baby." Joel kissed your gross forehead before shoving a few things in his pocket as Sarah called for him downstairs. "Try and take a nap, I'll be home in an hour and take care of yuh, alright?"

"Okay. Thank you."

"For what?" He looked genuinely confused. That was Joel, alright. Joel Miller always took care of everyone around him. He raised Tommy, he raised Sarah always putting them before any need he had for himself. When you came into his life, he did the same for you. You liked to think you returned it, that you cared for him too, but to Joel, caretaking was second nature to him. He didn't need a thank you, because that's just what he did... but you thanked him anyway. Sarah was a great kid, but she was 14, and 14 year olds are in their own world. Tommy was like a brother to you, and you knew he'd care for you too and has before, but he lived his life knowing Joel would bail him out.

You would never take Joel for granted.

"For everything you do for our family."

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Hope you feel better soon Vee! I know we don't really know each others but I know how much a lil fic can perk someone up so I hope you are least feel comforted bc your right, Joel would NEVER let you work under these conditions!

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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*

#salty ​imagines... #inglourious basterds #inglourious basterds x reader #canon x reader

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Willhelm Wicki fanfiction

Hi , i started writing a x reader insert story with Wilhelm Wicki and was wondering if any of you guys would be interest in reading it. It would be post on wattpad i think, please comment if you re interest in it

#inglourious basterds #inglorious basterds (2009) #ingloriousbasterdsxreader #wilhelmwicki #wilhelmwickixreader #aldo raine #hugo stiglitz #Smithson utivich #The basterds #Fanfiction #quentin tarantino

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The Demon’s Treasure - Chapter Three

Chapter Summary: DATE NIGHT!!!!

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Mafia!Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff 

Warnings: Date night stuff (getting ready quickly, etc), creeps in the club, Wanda’s insecure about her body, Reader doesn’t care (because Wanda is the most amazing and beautiful person in the whole wide world). 

Words: 4,497

A/N - I am sooooooo sorry that my dumb ass completely forgot to upload this chapter!! I had so much fun writing it and then I got side-tracked and you probably don’t wanna listen to my rant so GO READ 😁 Also, I tried to make the text message nice and on the right for my phone, so if you’re on a computer or a bigger/smaller phone than mine, it might look a bit weird 😢😭😭😭

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Wanda was discharged in the morning, walking around with a happy smile on her face until she couldn’t find you. She checked with Jake and Shaun, who were still guarding her room, and they said that you had gone out. You hadn’t specified when and you hadn’t specified where, but The Queen knew where you were so there was no need to worry. 

Of course, that’s all she did. 

She paced around her room when she got back to the compound, nervously chewing on her nail as she walked the length of her bed. Where were you? Why did you up and leave so quickly? She didn’t even have your number, but with yours locked in her phone, she hoped that you would send her a message. 

Days passed, she went back to the compound and still no text. What was keeping you from texting her? It really wasn’t that hard, even if you were doing some John Wicky stuff, which she didn’t really want to think about. A text was a text.

But she didn’t expect her phone to ring. 

“Hello?” She picked it up, hearing heavy breathing from the other side.

“Who is this?”

“Tesora?” 

Her face drained of colour. “Y/N?”

“Where are you?” 

“A-At the compound. Where are you?” 

She heard heavy grunts come through the phone before your voice came back. “As long as you’re safe, that’s all that matters.” 

“Y/N, where are you? Please tell me.” She whimpered.

“I’m in Italy, tesora. You cannot come here.” You replied.

“Why haven’t you texted or called? I put my number in your phone for a reason!” She scolded as she sat down on the edge of her bed.

You chuckled softly. “I know, bambina. I’m sorry, but the family has needed me to tie up some loose ends. I promised myself that I would keep you as far away from this as possible, for as long as possible.” 

Wanda shuddered at the sound of a gunshot in the background. “Don’t die, please.”

“I never plan on it.” You answered before hanging up.

Wanda’s phone dropped onto her sheets before she called a hoodie to her hands, feeling colder than ever without your warmth. She pulled on some fluffy socks as she made her way to the kitchen of the compound, seeing Yelena and Kate both looking at the heiress’ phone. 

“What are you doing?” She asked cautiously, watching as their faces dropped.

“Uh… just… tracking Y/N’s phone.” Yelena blurted out before running away from her reaching girlfriend. 

“Hey! Yelena Belova, you get your ass back here!” Kate growled.

“No way!” Her voice echoed from the hall and Kate sighed, turning to Wanda.

“My tracking app is used by her family. There’s nowhere on earth that she can hide if she has her phone.” 

Wanda nodded and stepped closer. “Can I see?” 

Kate nodded and showed her screen, the beeping tracker labelling your GPS in Venice, Italy. 

Wanda exhaled slowly and moved to the kitchen where she began to make herself a snack. No matter how hard she tried, her hands were shaking the entire time, memories and fears creeping into the back of her mind. 

“She’s on the move.” Kate muttered, with Wanda’s head jolting up to see the noirette and her girlfriend sitting together.

“She’s on a plane?” Yelena asked and Kate nodded.

Wanda put together her small bowl of yoghurt and berries before she began to trek back to her room, only to hear her phone vibrating on the end of her bed. A wisp brought it to her and she answered it, closing her door behind her.

“Y/N?” 

“Hi, bambina.” You cooed through the line, making a chill fall down Wanda’s spine. 

 “Are… Are you okay?” She stammered, sitting down.

“Would you like the truth or would you like your anxiety eased?” 

“The truth, always.” She answered quickly.

“I have one gunshot wound to the shoulder and a few slashes across my arm. But my mother is here patching me up.” 

“Hi, Wanda.” 

“H-Hi, Mrs Zatara.” She stuttered through.

“Please, dear, you are a part of this family now. Just call me Zatanna.” 

“Okay.” Wanda murmured, longing to hear your voice.

Maybe you heard her prayers, she would never know for sure, but your voice came back to her. “I’m alright, tesora. I’ll come see you in… 45 minutes. Unless you have something planned-” 

“No! No, no, I have nothing planned.” She quickly interrupted you, hearing your soothing chuckle on the other side.

“Well then, would you like to go on the date I have finished planning?” You offered, waiting patiently. 

“Really? Tonight?” 

“I can think of no better time than the present.”

Wanda’s bottom lip got caught in her teeth and she hummed an affirming response, making you chuckle once more. “I’ll see you tonight then, bambina. And wear anything you’d like.” 

The call ended and Wanda immediately saved your number, putting in a few star emojis before adding one devil emoji on the end. She looked at the time in the top corner and her eyes bulged - she only had 44 minutes left. 

“FRIDAY, can you get the girls up here please?!” She fretted, waiting until they came to her door in a rush.

“Who’s in here?!”

“I have a bottle of sriracha and I’m not afraid to use it!” 

Yelena and Kate made Wanda jump before she sighed, throwing the sauce bottle to the side with her magic. “I have a date tonight and I need help getting ready!”

“How long do you have?” 

“FRIDAY, time?” 

“42 minutes and 48 seconds.” The AI responded. 

Yelena and Kate looked at each other before they smirked, a whoosh sound coming from the blonde’s phone. They looked up at the distressed Wanda and helped her calm down, a shadow forming at the door.

“My services were needed?” Natasha smirked, holding up a bag.

“Oh yeah. And you’re on the clock, sis - 40 minutes and counting.” Yelena high-fived her before the trio of helpers kicked into gear. 

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You fussed against your mother’s touch as her hands glowed, healing your gunshot wound slowly. “Mama, I don’t need this, I’m fine!”

“Y/N, sit still or I’ll make you sit still.” She scolded, pressing her palm to your shoulder before she muttered the final words of the spell. 

She pulled it away and watched your skin stitch back together, sighing in relief as your blood seeped back into your vessels and closed. Your suit was ruined, sure, but you wouldn’t have a torn tendon or ligament which would be a much longer spell. 

“Where’s Dad?” You asked, looking down the private jet to see him also being stitched up.

“At least I know where I got my altruism from.” You snickered, watching your mother roll her eyes.

“Now get some food in you so the spell can solidify.” She kissed your temple.

You watched as your parents shared a kiss before Zatanna held his hand like she was arm-wrestling him, which you knew to be a transfer of power between them. Your father sighed in relief and his wounds slowly closed, making you mother smile.

“Always such a hero.” She murmured, staring at him lovingly.

“You know me, Zee - gotta look out for my girls.” He looked up at you and you shared a wink. 

“Speaking of, you gonna go on that date with her?”

“Tonight.” You grinned, watching him smirk.

“That’s my girl. You need us to drop you off?” 

You shrugged. “Wouldn’t mind it, but I have a Plan B if you can’t.” 

“Nonsense.” Zatanna scoffed lightly. 

“Jacob, set us down outside of the Avengers compound, please.” 

You thanked the pilot as he changed courses, and you pulled out your phone to start a new message chain.

Wanda🌹💓

        -Gonna be a bit early,

but take your time x-

Her phone immediately began to ring and you took it immediately. “Yes, tesora?”

“Oh, don’t you ‘tesora’ me, idiot. You’re coming early and you already gave her a tiny amount of time!” Kate yelled through. 

“Don’t answer my date’s phone if you don’t want to be called that.” You grumbled.

“You can come inside and wait for her to be done getting beautified.” 

“But she’s already beautiful. She doesn’t need makeup or anything. I just want to spend some time with her.” 

You heard a chorus of aw’s and you closed your eyes, annoyed. “I was on speaker, wasn’t I?”

“Did I forget to say that? I'm pretty sure I said it…” 

“Kate… give the phone to the owner of it.” You growled playfully, waiting patiently for that sweet Sokovian voice.

“Hi.” 

You smiled widely and flipped off your father as he teased you silently. “Hi, amate (darling). Would you like for me to wait a minute or would you rather get going?”

“Hm… can you wait a bit?” 

“I can wait for aeons if you ask me to.” You replied softly, almost feeling her intense blush through the phone.

“I’ll be ten minutes max.” 

“We will take however long we need!” Kate yelled in the background. 

“Take all the time you want, amore (love). I’ll see you soon.” You assured her.

“Bye.” She giggled, hanging up.

You pocketed your phone and went to the back of the jet, getting changed as Jacob landed the plane. 

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Wanda looked in the mirror at the stunning work the girls had done in their short time frame, with sleek eyeliner painted over the dark red eyeshadow and mascara accentuating her already-bold eyelashes. Her eyes seemed brighter than she’d ever seen before, whilst a little bit of blush tainted her cheeks. 

“Damn, Nat.” She gasped.

“I still got it.” The Widow low-fived the witch before she stood in front of her friends.

“So? Do I look good?” 

The trio rolled their eyes - the jeans, the formal black blazer and the white shirt underneath looked beautiful on her, not to mention the neat black boots.

“Wanda, do we really have to answer that?” Kate huffed.

“You look amazing! Now go and bag that hot, single mobster.” Natasha smirked. 

The quartet walked down to where you were conversing with the boys, telling them of your mission in Italy before a cough came from Kate. Wanda was hidden behind the trio at the top of the stairs, and you raised an eyebrow at them.

“I present to you, Miss Wanda Maximoff!” The noirette cheered, stepping out of the way to reveal the shy woman.

You gasped softly and smiled at her, immediately easing her nerves as she came down the stairs with everyone’s eyes on her. However, yours stayed on her until the point that she stood in front of you, admiring your suit of black and white with red lining the jacket.

“You look…” You trailed off, making her and the girls chuckle.

“Who would’ve thought Y/N could be speechless?” Kate grinned, high-fiving her teammates. 

“Y/N, it’s just jeans and a blazer.” Wanda murmured, hugging you tightly.

“You look stunning in anything.” You replied, hugging her back.

“Now, Y/N…” Tony coughed, making you and Wanda separate as he and Steve pulled out a hologram of rules.

“Bring her back before midnight.” Steve started.

“Treat her well.” Tony added.

“And no shenanigans!” Sam interjected, looking at you with a playfully stern expression. 

You chuckled softly and shook your head. “Captain Rogers, she will definitely be home before midnight. Mr Stark, there is no other way to treat a woman and Mr Wilson, I am asexual.” 

Wanda looked up at you and smiled before Steve nodded to you. “Very well. Go and have fun.” 

You looked down at Wanda before you took her hand, kissed it, and led her outside. She grinned at your antics as she slid into the passenger’s seat of a blue Maserati MC20, something that she evidently admired given that her fingers ran along the leather lining of her seat.

“If you like it, you may have it.” You commented, turning the key into the ignition. 

“I don’t know how to drive.” She murmured, looking out the window at the starry sky. 

“Would you like for me to teach you?” You asked, seeing her nod in your peripheral vision.

“Do you want a crash course now?”

She nodded again and you came to a red light. “Okay. So, I can drive both manual and automatic, but I’m going to teach you how to drive automatic first since this car is mainly automatic. So, you have your gears here - Park, Reverse, Neutral, Drive and Low.” You pointed at them.

“PRNDL.” Wanda giggled.

“Yes, yes, the PRNDL, all hail London Tipton.” You smirked.

“By pressing lightly on the gas, I can go… and then pressing lightly on the brake, I stop. But this car is sensitive, so you don’t have to start in this car, I’ll get you something with a less sensitive brake.” 

“Y/N, you don’t have to buy me things like cars.” She remarked, watching you squirm slightly in your chair. 

“I know. I just like spoiling you.”

“What, like when you gave me that $100 bill at work?” 

She grinned as she watched you blush, turning the corner easily. “You had good service.”

Wanda snickered at your mumbled excuse and took your free hand in hers, even if hers was tiny. She watched you relax at her touch and stroked her thumb across your skin, a small smile painting across your lips but they never broke open. 

Soon enough, the car stopped outside a beautiful restaurant that Wanda would never be able to pronounce, coming to the entrance where a waiter stood.

“Ah, Y/N! Just the woman I wanted to see.” 

“Hello, Thomas.” You smiled at him.

“Right this way.” He led you through the restaurant before you entered an elevator, noting Wanda’s confusion as she stood next to you. 

The pounding music of the club passed as you climbed higher, but it stopped momentarily and a few men stepped into the elevator. You watched as two of them looked at Wanda hungrily.

“Boys…” You warned them, swapping places with Wanda so she stood between you and the corner. 

“Come on, Y/N! You used to be so much fun.” One of them grumbled, a man you recognised as William who was an associate of your father’s.

“Will, I’m being polite here. We’re on a date.” You bartered.

“Just a little taste-”

You gripped him by the collar of his shirt and lifted him easily, shielding Wanda’s view of them even then. 

“Touch her and you die. Got it?” You asked him calmly, putting him back down as the elevator opened. 

“Come, amore (love).” You took Wanda’s hand and walked out onto the rooftop, leaving the men in the elevator to go back to wherever they came from.

“Wow. That was… wild.” Wanda laughed, trying to ease the tension between you too.

“Indeed.” You swiped the wrinkles out of your suit and smiled at the easy-going area.

Thomas led you both towards a few tables, your name planted on the reservation table by the corner of the balcony. You pulled Wanda’s chair out for her and slid her against the table when she was seated, letting Thomas go serve someone else on the level.

“Pick anything you’d like.” You winked at her, making her grin.

She scanned down the menu before her eyes landed on some fettuccine pasta, only to look back up at you and pick a salad. You raised an eyebrow at her and she shrugged, stating that she wasn’t that hungry even though she definitely was.

You nodded and called Thomas over, ordering your meals whilst you both admired the view.

“How did you get a seat here?” She asked, watching your eyes scan all over her.

“Dad and Mama have connections. I just simply booked.” You replied, opening the bottle of champagne next to you.

“Would you like a glass, amate (darling)?” 

Wanda nodded and watched you pour her a glass before your own, sipping on it before she put it back down. “That’s good.” She hummed.

“Indeed.” You smirked.

“Ms Y/N, your dinner.” Thomas appeared at your table, placing your meals in front of you both. 

“Thank you, Thomas.” You nodded to him and he left.

“Now, I have a proposition for you.” 

Wanda’s eyes perked up at you whilst she picked at her salad. “Yes?” 

“Would you like to have some normalcy and talk about normal things humans talk about or would you like to talk about other things?” 

She smiled at your offer and thought about it for a split second. “Normal things, please.”

“Alright then, my dear - what is your top favourite movie, book and TV show?” You smirked, biting off a mouthful of food from your fork.

“Favourite movie would probably be one of the Harry Potter movies, but I quite liked the Goblet of Fire even though Cedric died. Book… I’d say Lord of the Rings, and the TV show would either be Bewitched or Dick Van Dyke. What about you?” 

“Movie would be How to Train Your Dragon but I can never pick between 2 and 3. Book would be The Great Gatsby and TV show is The Big Bang Theory.” You smiled, watching a grin fall over her lips. 

“You sound like a nerd.” She teased.

“Says the woman who likes Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings!” You playfully shot back, watching her giggle.

“Okay, okay, my turn - what hobbies do you have? That don’t involve your ‘family’.” She clarified as you opened your mouth, making you both snicker.

“Um… Wow, I haven’t been asked this question in a while.” You blushed and Wanda instantly saved that image as a screenshot in her brain. 

“I like reading. It helps calm me down sometimes. Mama used to read to me a lot, so I usually fall asleep when someone reads to me.”

“I’ll read to you.” Wanda teased and you rolled your eyes with a smirk.

“I like cooking, even though whenever I’m home, I don’t actually cook for myself. I like soccer, ice hockey, obviously, and… music.” You sighed happily.

“I take it you listen to a lot of it?” The Sokovian eyed you and you nodded.

“Spotify counted over 104,000 minutes of listening for me last year. That’s almost 72 and a half days, which is 19.8% of the year spent listening to music.” 

Her eyes widened at your sudden calculation and you blushed once more. “I was very good at maths in high school.” 

She nodded before you gestured to her. “Oh, of course! I also like reading and cooking but I don’t think I’ve ever listened to that much music. I actually prefer making it.” She smiled.

“Really? What instruments do you play?” You asked, intrigued. 

“I have a guitar in my room and there was a piano at my old school in Sokovia before…” 

You watched the playful glint in her eyes dim and your smile saddened, taking her hand from across the table before you kissed it softly. “I am sorry for your loss.”

“It’s okay, I’ve come to terms with it. I lost both of my parents when I was ten and then I lost my twin brother in 2015. That part…” She spoke, pushing her plate to the middle of the table as she lost her appetite. 

You stopped eating too and folded your cutlery together, calling Thomas to your table for the bill. Wanda looked at you and you smiled softly, taking her hand as you stood. 

“Why don’t we get out of here? I have an idea.” 

She nodded and followed you after you paid, thanking Thomas for the service before you left the restaurant. Her mind, as per usual, wondered where you were taking her until you reached your destination.

“Ben and Jerry’s? Y/N, we already had dinner-”

“I had half a dinner and you pushed around your salad.” You corrected her, kissing her forehead before you led her inside.

You ordered your favourite ice cream and paid for both yours and Wanda’s, walking beside her until you came to your favourite spot.

“I forgot to tell you - one of my other hobbies is the beach.” You commented.

“The beach isn’t a hobby, Y/N.” Wanda giggled.

You nudged her lightly with a smirk. “I think so. I come here when my mind won’t be quiet and I listen to the thundering waves as they roll past. It’s like hooves drumming against the ground, and it soothes my inner demons.” 

You took a scoop of your ice cream, which gave Wanda an opening to look at you in the calm moonlight. It danced upon your skin, showing nothing but natural radiance, and she couldn’t help but admire it - admire you. 

“I like the beach too.” She murmured, leaning on your shoulder. 

“I like seeing the smiling children play in the waves. I like seeing the families come together and build sandcastles. I like the long walks as the waves lap at my feet.” 

You hummed in agreement before you noticed how Wanda shivered, even with her blazer on. “Come here.” You murmured, opening your legs for her to sit in-between them as wind breakers. 

She looked at you and saw you wouldn’t back down, moving into position before she sighed at your comfortingly warm body. You leaned your chin on her shoulder and smiled, kissing her cheek softly. 

“What else do you like, tesora?” You asked, your finished ice cream sitting beside you whilst Wanda continued to eat hers. 

“I like movie nights, where there’s a whole bunch of blankets and pillows to snuggle against. I like eating chocolate and candy when I’m on my period, and when I’m not. I like cooking Sokovian dishes my mom used to make. I like…” She trailed off, looking up at you.

“I like you.” 

You smiled softly and watched as she turned around, smiling as she looked slightly down at you. “I like you, Y/N. I really like spending time with you. You’re funny, witty, and you tick pretty much all the boxes. Can I… Can I kiss you?” 

“Always.” You nodded, watching her lean in slowly before you felt her cup your cheeks.

And then it felt like fireworks were going off against your lips. You could taste Wanda’s ice cream on the edge of them, but that wasn’t why you found them delicious. They were soft, plump, and oh so gentle, leaving yours just as you got used to them. 

“Wow.” You murmured, slightly drunk off of her and the slight lack of air in your lungs.

“Yeah.” She sighed happily until an alarm went off on your phone. 

You fished it out of your pocket and sighed, showing her the time. 11:15. 

“Come on, amore. Let’s get you home.” 

You helped her towards your car before you drove back to the compound, seeing her yawn a few times as you drove. You held her hand as she fell asleep, taking care around corners not to shift her too much. As you stopped the car outside of the compound, you could see Steve and Tony standing at the door. You pulled Wanda out of her seatbelt and cradled her closely in a bridal hold, following the men to her room where you laid her down.

You slowly began untying her shoes and slipping them off before you felt a pressure by your jaw, a light red glow coming from it as you were forced to look higher up the bed. There, you saw a sleepy and giddy Wanda, smiling at you whilst you took off her socks. 

“Is somebody tired?” You asked with a soft and teasing tone, crawling up the bed to smile at her.

“Nooo.” She grumbled, making you grin.

Her lips curved downwards into a small pout. “Please stay. I don’t want you to go.” 

You sighed, pushing back a few loose strands of hair before you cupped her cheek. “I’m afraid that all good witches need to get their rest.” 

She narrowed her eyes at you before she yawned loudly, smacking her lips only to try and hide from your smirk. Her magic peeled her blazer off whilst it took off your suit jacket, only for a long-sleeve shirt to cover up your skin. 

“I just want…” She made grabby hands at you and you sighed, giving her a warm and meaningful hug as she tried to hold on tightly to you.

“Amarte…”

“FRIDAY, please ask Steve and Tony if she can stay.” Wanda asked the AI, making you both wait.

“Mr Stark says yes, but Captain Rogers agrees if the door stays open.” 

She looked at you and you nodded, kissing her temple. “I’m fine with that.”

She jumped up out of the bed and made her way over to the cupboard, giving you some clothes FRIDAY had brought that fitted you loosely, smirking as you saw how Wanda had turned around. You didn’t comment on it, but you walked up to her after changing and laced your arms around her waist to make her jump.

“Ready for bed?” You asked and she nodded, her magic flowing from her fingers to make the bed slightly larger.

You admired the soft fairy lights that dangled from her bed frame, along with the folded lamps that hung off-centred from the ceiling. You felt her fall into your arms before her head rested against your chest, her ear placed over your heart. 

“Bambina, is there anything you wish to discuss about tonight? Maybe why you hesitated on ordering the delicious fettuccine pasta?” You asked mindlessly, feeling her stiffen slightly.

She looked up at you with the most doe-like eyes you’d ever seen before they shifted to play with the hem of your shirt. “My ex told me I was fat. He wasn’t nice.” 

You felt your blood boil at the subject before you took a deep breath and reopened your eyes, seeing a confused and slightly scared Wanda staring up at you. 

“If anybody, and I mean anybody, tells you that again, you tell me straight away, okay?” You asked her sternly, earning a silent nod.

“You are as beautiful as they come, Wanda. I hate liars - it is a part of why I never lie - and I will never tell you a lie. I will give you an option to have the truth hidden from you, but I will never lie to you.”

“Isn’t that the same thing?” She questioned.

You shook your head. “If you want the truth hidden from you, I will not answer your question. False pretences and lying are foundations of a breaking relationship, and I will not have that with the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, both inside and out.” 

You pressed a kiss to her forehead before you pulled her closer to you, feeling a slight tightness in your chest until you shooed it away in your mind and fell asleep with Wanda.

#smalls-words #WandaMaximoff #wandamaximoffimagine #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #wanda maximoff fluff #thedemonstreasure

[averagewriter-inthedark]

How they react to you getting hurt 🥲 | IB headcanon

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Requested 📨 yes/no

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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[dobiemart]

good looking boy

pairing, kurtis “kurt” kunkle x reader

summary, general n’ relationship headcanons abt kurt that i wrote in the shower cause i get to do what i want

word count, 2.1k

byr, i got a new new job cause sitting on my ass doesn’t pay the netflix subscriptions, so excuse my absence for the past couple of days. PLEAAAAASSEEE IVE BEEN ADJUSTING LET ME LIVE

ill totally answer some asks asap cause i love you sm and i totally wanna write what yall wanna read, just give me a couple of years seconds :)

also i havent watched spree in a good minute and i didnt feel like rewatching it so if mr kunkle is ooc ignore it

(p.s. i wrote this while eating drinking? chocolate vanilla mixed pudding out of a straw. you’re welcome for that information.)

warnings, fluff and nsfw content but no actual smut, swearing, car sex, oral sex (m and f receiving), cockwarming, dry humping, overstimulation, dacryphilia, mentions of murder, one mention of a breeding kink, one mention of pregnancy, one mention of cutting (not sh & very consensual!), one mention of emotional manipulation, kurt being icky wicky but still a cutie

sfw

im kinda shocked that ppl still love kurt but like ME TOO

i cannot stress the fact that kurt is a stalky perv at first enough. the first time you get in his car he instantly saves the footage and uses it for extra curricular activities.

he's genuinely willing to follow you around in his spree. he’ll wait outside for hours in front of any building you go to. the other passengers can wait, right?

he’d totally plug his socials in his regular socially awkward way, but stutters more than usual while he does it. (boooo. tomato tomato tomato tomato.)

along with shoving his socials down your throat, he’ll ask for yours back. even if you don’t give it to him, he’ll find it. he’d know practically everything about you after your first meeting. he has your address, where you go to work/school, what your third favorite meal is, how you did your hair in 2nd grade, etc.

totally tries to flirt with you and miserably fails to the point where it makes you physically cringe multiple times. he probably searched up how to flirt on wikihow a couple minutes before he picked you up.

let's be real here. kurt smells like pennies and bacon grease with the teeny tiniest bit of vape juice and dollar store body spray. his car always smells good, though.

after your first couple of drives, he gets the courage to finally ask you to go out with him. not without stuttering to all hell and having a camera somewhere, of course. it’s quality content for the kurties!

once you say yes and get through the little pre-dating stage, this pervy bitch is the cutest, nastiest, most loveable motherfucker you’ll ever see. buckle up mf

our favorite boy has the same amount of game that a middle school boy would have. you could be years into your relationship and he would still say stuff like “are you lightning? cause’ you could be my queen.” 

his viewers don’t believe he has a girlfriend at all. you really gotta make sure to tell them you aren’t kidnapped or being forced to be in a relationship with him.

brings you everywhere with him, no matter what. he might leave you back in his room when hes filming #TheLesson, but if you wanted to tag along he wouldn’t mind having you there.

he gets sick really easily cause his immune system isn’t immune to dog shit. i swear he’ll be fine one day then sneeze his ass off the next.

calls you the most random damn nicknames you’ll ever see. he’d definitely call you shit like “my little soda pop gummy bear” or “the barbecue to my chili” along with the normal baby and sweetheart stuff. (I SAW A HC THAT HE CALLS YOU HIS FAV KURTIE ONCE AND OMFG IT AIN'T TRUE)

please call him pretty. call him anything, for that matter. if its coming from your mouth, he’d love it. call him trash for all he cares, he’d be your trash anyday (same you lil hottie) <3

im gonna assume he's constantly on tiktok along with every other platform he could possibly be on 24/7. his screen time is a lil too high (same) but what did you expect. on top of that, his volume is constantly on 100 and he doesn’t like wearing headphones, so good luck with that.

kurt is always cold. his body is simply built differently. so instead of you putting your hands under his shirt, he’d put his under yours. (and would totally be offended and take it to heart if you don't want his icicle hands on you.) 

the absolute biggest attention whore ive ever seen. cuddling, hugs, hand holds, kisses, etc. 24/7. literally he’s fine with just being in your presence all day. wha- what do you mean you wanna run errands? who the fuck needs your time when kurie needs it more?

although hes an attention whore, kurt also needs his space and alone time. when he leaves, he leaves for a reason. don’t follow him out, don’t pester him when he gets back. unless you really wanna see why he loves “fuck, marry, kill.” so much. (goofy ahh threat)

you best believe most of the lovey dovey things in your relationship are gonna be streamed and recorded. not absolutely everything but enough to have a couples tiktok account together.

most definitely drops an L bomb during the first couple of weeks. he’s never had someone like you, and he doesn’t wanna let you go either. not that he’d actually let you go, anyway.

very whiny. like he's an actual man child, especially when he’s denied anything. (flashbacks to when you told him he couldn’t stream you doing random shit throughout your day.)

this bitch CANNOT see and i'll stand by that with my life. kurtie wears contacts. once in every blue moon he’ll actually let you see him with his chunky framed glasses on, but don’t post any pictures of him with them. he has a reputation to uphold, y/n!

he forgets to take care of himself all the time. shove him into a good steamy shower and get him to eat something other than a lunchable and can of off brand pepsi.

him getting up to lock his door after his mom walks in on you cuddling for the first time. he probably gets a padlock and a door stopper just to make sure it doesn’t happen again. (giving two middle school kids)

probably has a shrine of things he stole you gave him for whenever you're not there. it’s filled with everything from stuffed animals, to polaroid pictures of you sleeping. you don’t know about it and he’ll probably never tell you where it is.

not only does he giggle while he laughs, the mf snorts and clutches his stomach for dear life. it looks like his entire body is going through a stage 4 earthquake. 

gets into fierce arguments with the 12 year olds he plays with. im talking full screaming matches at ungodly hours of the night. (morning? morning. no it’s night- WAIT-)

“NO YOU’RE ACTUALLY DOGSHIT BRO! YOU LITERALLY DIED BEFORE ME-“

“kurtis. if you yell into that damn mic one more damn time–“

i wouldn’t say he’s incredibly toxic, but kurt can damn well manipulate any situation that he wanted. it’s a common tactic he’s used since he was a kid, and that wont change when it comes to you.

he has a cracked ass phone screen. literally pieces of glass are missing and he thinks it’s completely normal. please get him a screen protector asap

kicks his feet when he lays on his stomach. y'all cannot tell me he doesn't cause i won't listen whatsoever

please tell him to shut the hell up about his damn sub count. genuinely the amount of times he brings up views and likes during the day instead of regular human conversations is concerning. (THERAPY YOUR HONOR THERAPPYYY)

nsfw

kurt is a virgin. you know this, his passengers know this, everybody knows kurtie gets absolutely NO bitches. zero. zilch. damsels? non existent for him. 

he’s never had anybody as intimate as you before you came around, so he's instantly hooked after your first kiss together. 

loud. super loud. volume at 110% typa loud. i just cannot picture him being quiet whatsoever. he has to moan/whine/whimper, so on and so forth. 

him being extremely verbal isn’t always subjected to sexual situations, either. you could give him a quick squeeze on the shoulder and he’d groan super loud over the fact that your hands were on him.

if you're into it, he’s obviously gonna film it. y’know how famous he could get from a sextape, y/n? followers galore. he’d never actually share you though. they can look but they can’t touch.

kurtie likes boobies, but he also likes thighs. he wouldn’t say no to a fat ass, yet tummies are so appealing to him- he likes everything. just the fact that you’re his and he can actually touch any part of you is good for him.

cries when he cums. actually sobs. legitimately starts weeping. is the definition of ‘crying a river.’ its even better when he's overstimulated. (i just want one piece sir)

anotha one of those mfs that loves the idea of breeding, but would absolutely panic if he actually managed to get you pregnant. but then again, he could make a family channel! just think about the views it would rack up–

okay so kurt obviously isn’t the biggest dicked bitch in the neighborhood, but when he learns how to actually use what he’s got the sex is immaculate. jaw dropping, toe curling, has you smiling n giggling at the dinner table typa good.

stop drop and roll, halt, and pause cause imagine cockwarming him in his gaming chair until it’s eventually too much for him to handle, him putting his headset on you and giving you a severe case of wobbly legs.

could and will kill for you without an issue. he’s a scrawny little piece of shit, but man is he strong. mentally and physically. anybody you want, he’d find them for you. would probably also come home covered in blood and wanna give you a hug or some shit. (ew, kurtis.)

bucks his hips into your mouth while you give him head. at first it was an accident, then he realised what he was doing. he totally could stop it but the sounds of you gagging around him make him feel proud of himself.

i feel like he’d like having some music on during sex, but he’ll turn it of midway in the session cause he wants to hear every single sound you make. he can tell how much you’re enjoying it that way.

kurt has totally jacked off while you were in the same room. he especially likes to do it while you're napping in his bed. i 

don’t know why, he doesn’t know why, he just likes to do it.

grips on any and everything in sight and doesn't let go. seriously, you gotta pry him off of you before his nails start digging too hard. 

he blows condom balloons. you cannot look me in the eyes tell me kurtis kunkle hasn’t drawn a face on a blown up condom and given it to a person in his spree

he humps you like an actual bitch in heat. like you could be chill as hell on a random sunday evening and BAM the white man pounces and he’s rutting against you like his damn life depends on it.

he’s probably watched enough porn to know what a little bit of aftercare is, but was super awkward about it the first time. literally grabbed your sweaty body and gave you a side hug with a special high five. 

as much as i'd love to say kurtie is a certified bottom, he could totally dom whenever he wanted to. basically switches as quickly as he did when he told jessie she wasn’t going back to her home anytime soon. 

let's sit up here and be honest. if kurt is eating you out it isn’t for you, its for him. he takes pleasure in stuffing his face between your legs for hours on end. he tries to inconspicuously rut against the bed, but we all know what he’s doing.

imagine flirting with somebody in his spree as a joke, and him being dangerously silent about it until they get out of the car. if you could get a noise complaint from a vehicle, you’re getting one that day. 

literally do anything to him. he’s fine with it. you wanna choke him? sure! you wanna cut him? only if you use the hello kitty blade. you wanna bite him? he's offering several limbs in your direction. 

kurtie babe starts babbling when he gets close enough to cumming, especially when he decides to be talkative. it’ll turn from stable dirty talk to incoherent slurred words. 

when he eventually learns that an awkwardly sweaty side hug doesn’t fit as aftercare, he asks you what you’d like him to do for you. he’s officially maid kurt when it comes down to taking care of your needs.

the bath is ready, with your salts and bath bombs of choice, as well as the tower of bubbles that’ll take forever to go away. a pair of matching onesies and fuzzy socks are ready for both of you to slip into when you’re done soaking.

he falls asleep pretty quick, but he’ll try to stay up most of the time. one time he got into the tub before you and knocked out to the point where he didn’t know where he was when he woke up. 

wsp baby dicks and mama chicks :)

man oh man i havent been able to write anything in forever i was so sad abt it

idk if people still read abt kurt but i personally do and ill read my own shit if i have to

idk what else to put here except for the fact that likes n reblogs are appreciated and my nose is really cold and tysm for reading you hottie mctotties

- cora, the stressed out mother of 5 dog babies

© dobiemart 2022

#kurt kunkle x reader #kurt kunkle x y/n #kurt kunkle x you #kurt kunkle #kurtsworld96 #spree 2020 #spree movie #joe keery

[mlmxreader]

Spin | Wilhelm Wicki x m!reader

Anonymous asked: Hello could you write something whit “Just spin the fucking bottle” for a M!reader and Wilhelm Wicki, where they are playing togheter whit the rest of the basterds and end up getting carried away whit the kiss?

Thank you 💛💛

summary: spin the bottle is a game most commonly played when there isn't a war going on and when the price of a mile isn't so expensive that few can afford it, but at least it'll make some good memories to cherish.

tws: mentions/talk of death/torture/etc (very briefly), swearing

Boredom wasn't a friend of any soldier, especially not when you were shivering and cold and the only comfort came from harsh liquor that you had stolen from abandoned houses and abandoned factories along the way, especially not when at any moment, those fascist fucking cunts could find you and start shooting; you had to be alert at all times, had to be on your guards and keep your minds sharp. Cards and crap games weren't enough for that. You weren't even supposed to be here, surrounded by the Basterds as you sat in a circle on a rubble littered floor of what used to be a doctor's office; you were meant to be up in the air, fighting the fascists in a Hawker Hurricane. The RAF training you had received had evidently meant fuck all. You only took thirty of the cunts down before your wings were clipped by one of them; the Basterds had found you buried amongst a field of charred wheat, and it had been Donny who recognised you.

He'd seen you a few times when you were training, a little friendship sparked up between you before he and his American comrades had been sent off, before you had been sent to die in your plane; you liked Donny, sure, but when you met Wicki, you didn't feel the same way. Wicki was different. He made your heart pound and your face feel hot and your hands shake with a little bit of sweat on them, he made you smile and laugh more than the others could, he made you feel safe when you cuddled up to him at night and got what rest you could. You liked him a lot, and Aldo had noticed.

Aldo, just a few ranks below you, wasn't so stupid that he would be ignorant to such a thing, which probably explained why you were here now; sat on that cold and uncomfortable floor with bits of rubble digging into your ass, shivering a little even though you had Donny's leather jacket on. The empty bottle on the ground spinning with great difficulty as it tried to ignore the rubble it sat upon, glass clinking against bits of debris. Beside you, Wicki sat with a slight frown, wondering if he ought to do something; you were cold, and uncomfortable, and although he knew it wasn't much, he had a few extra layers that he could have offered you. But he knew you would shake your head, tell him that you were fine and laugh so softly that it made him swoon.

Donny told you it was your turn, and although your hands were shaking from the cold, a raw feeling to your knuckles as if ice had infected them, you managed to grip the bottle and spin it around, watching its red cap go around each of the Basterds; you swallowed thickly, licking your lips, and when it stopped, you could have sworn that the ice had infected your heart for just a split second.

Wicki.

"Y'all don't have to kiss," Aldo stated. "If it makes you uncomfortable. It's whatever."

But when you caught Wicki's gaze, you couldn't deny it, not in the slightest. You really, really wanted to kiss him and although you were practically frozen, the second he leaned in and pressed his cheek to yours, his voice soft and low like a summer thunderstorm, you couldn't help but to relax a little; ever so gently, he asked if you wanted to, and when you nodded and told him that you did, he smiled as he pulled away. His hands were so warm when he put one at the back of your neck, the other on your jaw, you almost cried; his touch was as warm as a sunny spring day, and during the harsh winters of war, all you wanted in that moment was his touch. His warmth.

"I'm going to kiss you," Wicki said softly, even his words were warm as they ghosted across your lips. You nodded, silently telling him to keep going as you let him make the first move; like everybody else, it had been far too long since Wicki had kissed anyone in such a manner, it was to be expected that it wasn't exactly perfect. A little sloppy, a little messy. But you didn't want it to stop as you eagerly kissed him back, moving your hands up under his shirt and resting them against his chest. Shit, he was so fucking warm.

You let him take charge, though, let him guide you and remind you of how good it felt to feel another man's flesh, another man's kiss; just like flying a Hurricane, though, you soon enough earned your wings as you dared to get closer to him, kneeling between his legs as you let him pull you down, going down with him as he laid down.

But then Aldo cleared his throat, glaring at you both. "Just spin the fuckin' bottle again, goddamnit."

"Wait," you breathed out upon pulling away, your breath uneven and ragged and a certain warmth making its way through your bones. "Can we, uh, can we be excused? Please, Lieutenant?"

He rolled his eyes, but nodded. "Fine. Corporal Wicki, Squadron Leader (y/l/n), y'all are excused."

It was hurried, and you nearly tripped over your feet as you and Wicki fled the game, hand in hand and panting heavily as you found a quieter and more private spot away from everybody else; in an abandoned examination room, you and Wicki found little relief from the cold and the rubble, half of the wall had been caved in, the windows had all been broken and glass littered the floor as much as rubble from the walls and ceiling did. But he was so warm as he pinned you against the section of wall that was still standing, smiling as he tilted his head.

"Do you want me to kiss you again?"

You nodded, but when he leaned in, you put your hands on his chest, and cleared your throat. "Before we do... this isn't just a game, is it?"

Wicki shook his head. "Nein, mein geliebter. Mein Staffelführer, Ich mag dich."

"Really?" You didn't want to sound too hopeful, but you couldn't help it as you looked at him, practically giving him the puppy dog eyes. So full of hope and so full of optimism. It wasn't a look that you had had in years.

A smile came to his face as he nodded, pressing his face against the side of your neck and softly grumbling, his voice once more like summer thunderstorms. "I know you're scared, (y/n), I'm scared. Aldo's scared. We're all scared, we-"

"We're in the middle of a war where if we get captured by the fascist cunts, they'll not only kill us," you muttered. "They'll torture us."

"Ja, that," he nodded. "But, if we start this - Beziehung, if we get out alive... we can be together, properly."

You swallowed thickly, knowing that at any moment, both of you could be shot, killed, tortured, slaughtered by those fascist cunts; happiness wasn't something afforded to those who dared to fight against fascism, the price of a mile was a toll that few could afford. You knew you weren't one of them. Still, you could see the hopeful glimmer in his eyes when he pulled away, and you couldn't help yourself.

"Yeah, sure."

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[rurivu]

I've been thinking and just imagine. Tne Bastards in "Cell block tango"!!!It's just incredibly suitable for them!!

"And now six glourius american Nazi murderers in Cell block tango!"

I promise...💃💃💃

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[arianadevareux]

Imagine...

Wicki and Stiglitz helping you learn German.

“I want to understand some of what our enemies are saying, here, men. Can you help me?”

Wicki and Stiglitz shared a questioning glance before it was WIcki that responded.

“We’ll help you. We could give you lessons on our down time.”

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[fangirl-imagines]

Dating Wilhelm Wicki Would Include...

A/N: I wrote these at like 3am and they read like it. 

Ooooh boy, okay

This will be mildly NSFW, you have been warned. 

His voice, omg, I could listen to him talk forever. 

He would know the effect his voice has on you too and would absolutely use it to his advantage/to tease you whenever possible. 

If you can’t sleep though or are feeling particularly nervous/anxious he will sit down next to you and whisper to you in your ear, even just very casual conversation or affirmations, to help you calm down. 

Sometimes he’ll say something to you in German and you have no idea what he said but Hugo is rolling his eyes at the two of you. 

You’ll take that as a good thing you guess. 

Hugo, omg Wicki is Hugo’s best friend right? Well at first he would not trust you at all but by the end of the war you are his favorite basterd. 

For the most part Wicki is quiet though and doesn’t say much sometimes but the two of you can have an entire conversation with just a few glances. 

The others find this both fascinating and kind of creepy sometimes. 

You are also trying to learn German from him and Hugo though so you can understand them better which Wicki thinks is kind of cute. 

The first time you tell him you love him in German he gets a big (for him anyway) smile and kisses you. 

Some (most) nights you're all camping out in the woods, you and Wicki will just go missing for a few hours after separately heading for a walk and not return for hours. 

One time you came back with a few hickeys and Donny would NEVER let you live it down. 

He's protective of you but in small casual ways. 

Like he's always worried about you freezing when it's cold out and will casually through the day take off one of his own many many layers and offer them to you. 

If you're all out drinking during a break or while laying low he is always trying to offer you water between drinks. 

 Small acts that show he cares about your well being because really he just wants to look out for you where he can. 

All the other bastards would love to tease the two of you anytime they can. 

Donny in particular keeps asking you for the first couple of weeks why you didn’t pick him but after enough slaps to the head he finally lets it go. 

I don’t think that Wicki would like to talk much about his life in Austria before the war. You learn quickly not to push him on that. 

He doesn’t have anyone waiting for him back in the states after the war is over but he does have you now and he will follow you wherever. 

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