#aldo raine x reader

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How they react to you getting hurt 🥲 | IB headcanon

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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

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Warm Enough, Aldo Raine

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

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

What shocked me even more was the fact that Aldo never said a word when the men all ordered a pint - in fact, the moment he did speak up was to order one for himself as well. I was quite happy to see Aldo let loose a little as he allowed himself to open up and share a few stories among the group. He’s always so strict around everyone that no one ever gets to see the carefree side of him that I adore. He smiles more, laughs more, and I love to see it.

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

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

“No, actually, you’re keeping me warm,” I tell him before pushing myself further into his hold so I can nuzzle my face back into his neck. A small laugh falls from his lips at my comment, a few short seconds passing before his arms tighten and hold me even closer to him.

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

“You lot, get a room!”

“Lieutenant, get it!”

“There are children here!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[mlmxreader]

Kinks | Hugo Stiglitz, Aldo Raine, Donny Donowitz and Wilhelm Wicki x gn!reader (🍋)

Hugo Stiglitz

ohhhh maaaan definitely has a Thing for being called Sir, it fucking drives him wild and gets him going, especially when it's accompanied by a little bit of dirty talk or a needy and breathless beg

Aldo Raine

100% likes to be called Daddy and/or Lieutenant, he will fucking MELT when those two words are said in a sexual situation, but also loves to have his hair pulled and likes to have his hand wrapped around your throat.

Donny Donowitz

Daddy kink. without a doubt. also has a size kink, and fucking loves to show off how big he is when he's in the bedroom, he fucking loves get handsy and manhandle you if you're into that and 100% fucking loves being dominant.

Wilhelm Wicki

voice. he loves using his voice in the bedroom, trying to see how much he can rile you up and get you going with just his words alone, watching you squirm and beg for his touch as he just sits there and tells you all the things he'd like to do.

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Thank you

Aldo Raine x Reader

Y/n walked, surprisingly casually, into the tent.

“Y/n? The fuck happened to your arm?” Aldo spoke, slight panic in his tone as he looked over at Y/n’s bleeding arm. Her entire sleeve was now stained dark red. He began to search through his things beside the bed for a medical kit.

“Oh yeah that. Got shot, I kind of forgot about it, something to do with adrenaline, Wicki said,” Y/n tried to keep her voice calm, however when she looked down at her arm now she felt a slight fear rise in her, as well as pain. When she was out fighting, she didn’t seem as bothered by the wound because of everything else that was happening, however now she was safe and it was quiet, she realised. Aldo moved towards her, moving his hand to her shoulder and gently sitting her down on his bed. He placed his hand on Donny’s handkerchief, that had been haphazardly tied around the wound to keep the bleeding to a minimum; it didn’t work. She clenched her jaw as she felt the material move off the wound, she knew there was worse to come when she saw the bottle of whiskey on the table.

“You should have come here sooner. Why did no one tell me?” Aldo rambled, almost to himself, as he moved the material from her arm and began to unscrew the bottle of whiskey.

“Why are you so worried, i’m fine, just need a few stitches probably,” she tried to calm him. It was strange seeing him act like this. He poured a tiny amount of the substance onto a cloth and doused it on the wound, making her bite her lip hard to not show the pain.

“Why am I worried? Y/n, you’ve stood by me through everything, hell I don’t have a single memory where you’re not there,” he stopped fixing her wound for a moment to look at her, his face serious yet slightly soft. She smiled at him.

“God damn it Y/n, the fuck am I meant to do if you leave. I’ll be stuck with those Basterds out there,”

She laughed, however his words seemed to echo around her head. Aldo finally finished tending to her bullet wound, wrapping a bandage around her arm and closing the box. She smiled at him gratefully and he returned it, their gaze holding just a moment too long.

“Y/n are you oka- woah,” Donny rushed into the tent, stopping when he found the two close looking at each other. The pair stepped back, both realising how close they were to kissing.

“I’ll be out in a second,” she gave him a quick grin as he left the tent, before turning back to Aldo. He looked at the ground with his jaw tight.

“Thanks,” she broke the silence. His eyes raised to look at her, yet again they where in extremely close proximity of each other.

“What for?” he asked, his accent strong as ever.

“For,” she paused, gathering her thoughts. There was so much she had to thank him for. “For everything, Aldo. For helping me get over Tommy when we where teenagers, for getting me out of that godforsaken house of mine. God damn there’s about a hundred other things I could add to the list. I just, I never really got a chance to say thank you,” she finally looked into his eyes. His smile said everything she needed to know. He pulled her into a tight hug, something he never really did, constantly cautious of her arm.

Y/n getting shot made him realise how much he appreciates her. Loves her. However he didn’t know it had the exact same effect on her. With his hand draped over her shoulder, the pair left the tent and sat by the fire with the rest of the group. By now, the sky was pitch black and they where all sitting and laughing, when they noticed the two sit down.

“Hey, you okay? I didn’t get chance to ask before,” Donny asked, his eyes moving towards Aldo who glared at him.

“I’m fine Donny, honest.” She flashed her famous smile and the night moved on.

By around one am, the last few people had gone to their respective beds, leaving Aldo and Y/n sat by the fire. They where reminiscing on a time back in Tennessee, years ago, when they where in high school.

“I ain’t ever seen you cry over a boy before, it was crazy,”

“Yeah, well I really liked him, for some reason. The more I think back on it the more I realise how much of a dick he actually was,” she laughed, moving her head playfully into his shoulder.

“Yeah he was a dick.” It got silent for a moment. Y/n weighed up her options in her head, before deciding.

“Hey, you know, I never got a chance to give you this earlier,” she looked at Aldo, who glanced towards her confused.

“Give me what?” She laughed lightly, moving her hand behind his neck and kissing him. Immediately, he kissed back. His hard hands moved, one at the top of her neck and the other the bottom of her back. She was passionate, like this would be the last time she would ever get to be near him, touch him, kiss him. Eventually, they pulled apart, but Aldo’s hand stayed lightly on her cheek.

“That,” she breathed out.

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Being a Basterd & Aldo Raine’s Child Would Include...

NON REQUESTED

recruiting you right away just because he’s your dad and he has to look after you

though there are times he is confident that you can handle things on your own and expects a lot 

pretty scary but annoying when he lectures you

he looks like a cool parent, but he’s strict

he has to be that strict parent at times and it’s always in front of the guys, so they awkwardly watch 

he admits he has favourites from the Basterds, and you’re his favourite

aldo is absolutely overprotective and doesn’t want you to go overboard with the job unless he believes you’re truly ready

he kind of sheds a tear when he sees you all confident

dad jokes

convincing you that he speaks the most italian, but you know he doesn’t

“dad... no one is gonna buy it.”

“they’re gonna buy it.”

his southern accent “DAMMIT Y/N!”

he lets you drink

gives you a swiss knife as a gift

insists you can speak italian fluently

he makes sure he doesn’t let anyone hit on you, and he actually makes stiglitz or donny watch over you

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Stargazing- One Shot

(Aldo Raine x daughter reader)

Summary:

Aldo and you can’t sleep. He takes you outside for a view of your home.

Warnings: Mentions of past child abuse and trauma, the war

(the fact that i reached the limit for tagging should be a warning 😂)

A/N: I wanted to try writing for a new fandom after recently becoming obsessed with Inglorious Basterds. If you haven’t seen the movie I highly suggest you go watch it!

Word Count: 880

You couldn’t sleep. The reason was stupid, really. You, daughter of the Aldo ‘The Apache’ Raine, were afraid of the dark. You had gone through thick and thin, fought your own wars, and yet, you were afraid of the dark.

You hated how it was like a cold blanket that choked you blindly. You hated how you were scared of such a small thing. What you absolutely hated the most about the dark was how it left you with your thoughts.

On nights you couldn’t sleep, all of your thoughts were left with you. Forcing you to think. To think back seven years and one day. All the way back to when your father and millions of other men first left to fight in the war.

He left you in the hands of your mother.

Your mother…

A mother’s job is to nurture and care for her child. To teach them right from wrong. To protect them and heal them.

That’s not what your mother did. No, she (for six years and one day) decided to inflict as much pain on a five year old as she could. That’s how old you were. Only five years old.

She beat you, tortured you cussed you out. Anything you could think of, she did. It was a miracle how you stayed alive for six years (and one day).

It was the letters. The letters were what kept you going.

Aldo tried his very best to keep in contact with you during the war. He would write letters to you. Telling you about all the best parts of his day and how much he missed you. On especially bloody days, when nothing good (that a child could read) happened, Aldo would ask about you, about back home, high in the Smoky Mountains, and about your mother. He was completely unaware of the torture that you were enduring from your mother. You were forced to keep it a secret.

I mean, if a father was receiving letters decorated in crayon and stickers he wouldn’t think anything was wrong.

It was in 1941 that the letters stopped coming. Aldo and his basterds couldn’t afford to write letters to home, afraid it would blow their cover.

As months went on, you knew letters wouldn’t come anymore and it crushed your tiny heart. The only thing that kept you going stopped. How would you survive now?

It came as quite a shock to Aldo when he found out about your mother. How could the woman that he married and bore his child do such a treacherous thing? Aldo wasted no time leaving your mother, telling her immediately to pack up her things and leave. Your mother didn’t have another home to go to but that wasn’t your father’s concern.

‘She’ll find a place,’ Aldo had said to you.

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So now, another two years after the war, you lay awake in your bed. You sighed to yourself, thinking that it was going to be another all-nighter. That was, until you heard tapping at your door. You shot up, heart beating rapidly. Your heartbeat slowed down slightly as you saw the familiar outline of your father in the dark.

“Can’t sleep?” Your father asked quietly, being careful not to startle you. He already knew the answer. Truth was, he couldn’t sleep either.

“Yeah,” You mumbled, slightly embarrassed.

“Come with me,” Aldo started to walk down the hallway.

You scrambled out of bed and ran up to him.

“Where are we going?” You asked him, curious.

“Shh, you’ll see.” Your father hushed you.

Aldo lead you to the window of the guest bedroom. It was wide open. You peered outside. On the roof tiles, you spied a few mats.

“Go on, out cha’ go.” Your father ushered you.

“But wh-“

“No questions, you’ll see.”

You grumbled to yourself and started to climb out. You carefully walked to the mats, making sure not to fall off. You sat down, waiting for your father to follow you out. Once he did, he took his place next to you. He looked in front.

You looked at the sight and what a sight it was. In the dark, with a little help of the moonlight, you could just about make out the foggy treeline of the Smoky Mountains; the stars glittering in the clear sky.

Aldo wrapped an arm around you, holding you close to him.

“I like to come out ‘ere when I can’t sleep.” He told you.

“I can see why,” You breathed out, looking at the shining stars. You rested your head against your father.

A loud bang erupted through the trees. Aldo felt you flinch against him.

“Don’t you worry bout’ nothin’. It’s probably some good for nothin’ boys throwin’ firecrackers again.” He assured you.

You laughed at your father’s sudden change in tone.

“Weren’t you a good for nothing boy a long time ago?”

Aldo let out a loud laugh.

“You got me there Y/N,” He chuckled.

You sighed, feeling safe and wanted. You closed your eyes, focusing on your father’s breathing. He started to hum a quiet tune, knowing you were about to fall asleep.

Once he heard your breathing even out, Aldo leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“G’night Y/N. Sweet dreams.”

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

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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.”

[fandoms-are-my-friends-1321]

The Hunter and the Apache

Okay, this is my first time writing for Aldo, but I promise to give it my best effort. Thank you @sergeant-donny-donowitz for allowing me to brain storm this idea! As always characters and the gif are not mine. I hope you all enjoy it!!

Description: The Nazis are well aware of the Basterds and the many powerful members of the group. However, a new member of the Basterds has made an impact, and their skills with hatchets are unmatched

Warnings: gore, violence, langauage, the Basterds kicking butt and taking names like normal

The Basterds had surrounded a small group of Nazis, and corned them in a secluded section of forest outside of the village they were staying in. Tracking the Nazis down was easy, and now that they had the enemy in their grasp, they would be able to get all of the information that they needed.

“Now, I need you to tell me where more of your little buddies are,” Aldo said as he glared at the Nazi that sat in front of him.

The Nazi merely scoffed at Aldo. “Why should I tell you anything, stupid American.”

“Well, if you don’t tell me what I need to know, I’m callin’ the Hunter of Harrisburg over. If you’ve heard of Aldo the Apache and The Bear Jew, you had to have heard about the Hunter of Harrisburg.”

“Yeah, and they don’t take mercy on Nazi assholes like you,” Donny chimed in as he twirled his bat around. The other Basterds all shouted in agreement.

Every Nazi in German-occupied France knew exactly who the Hunter of Harrisburg was. Some thought that they were a phantom, or perhaps the devil. The Hunter of Harrisburg was known for appearing out of thin air and taking out victims with one skillful throw of a hatchet.

“I’m not scared of this American pig you call the Hunter of Harrisburg,” the Nazi snarled.

Aldo simply chuckled. “Oh that’s where you’re wrong because the Hunter of Harrisburg is no pig. If anything, their faster than a hawk huntin’ a jack rabbit.” The leader of the Basterds was met by defiant silence.

Finally, one of the other Nazi captives couldn’t take the intense pressure any longer. He sprung to his feet and began to run out of the clearing. None of the Basterds moved to shoot the man, but instead let Aldo take charge. Aldo gave a short whistle, and a figure flung down from out of the trees above the clearing. The figure landed on their feet, and with one smooth movement of their arm, the hatchet they were holding flew through the air. The hatchet made contact with its target, and crimson liquid tinted the Nazis green uniform.

All of the Basterds cheered as the figure sauntered over to the dying Nazi. They pulled the hatchet from the Nazis spine, and leaned over to whisper into his ear. “Have fun in hell, you piece of shit.”

While the figure begun to remove the scalp from the Nazi, Aldo turned back to the Nazi in front of him with a smirk resting on his face. “Still not afraid of the Hunter of Harrisburg?”

“Good shot, Y/N,” Hugo Stiglitz said as Y/N walked over to where the other basterds were standing. Y/N smiled at the usually silent man. “Thank you, Stiglitz. It was a very nice shot if I do say so myself.”

“Ya know I could have got that guy,” Donny commented as he grinned at Y/N.

“You wish, darlin’. I don’t think that big bat of your’s would have travelled that far of a distance,” Y/N replied. Their voice was twinged with the same Southern accent as Aldo.

Aldo and Y/N had met back in Tennessee. Y/N lived in Harrisburg, which was a few hours away from Aldo’s hometown, and they would often go to him to buy their supply of moonshine. In return, Y/N would give Aldo firewood to use in his cabin. Y/N’s toned arms were evidence of how often they split wood, and it was well known that Y/N was the best hatchet thrower in Tennessee.

When Aldo first formed the Basterds, he didn’t want to wrap Y/N up in the dangers that awaited in Europe. He cared too much about them, and he didn’t want to see them harmed. However, Y/N caught wind of the group that Aldo was a part of, and they took it into their own hands to join the Basterds. Now after earning their reputation as the Hunter of Harrisburg, the Basterds treated them like family, and the Nazis were terrified of them.

Y/N tossed the scalp down at Aldo’s feet and held their hatchet close to the head Nazi’s throat, the blood of his comrade still dripping from the silver edge of the weapon. “You better start talkin’, or you’ll end up just like your friend over there.”

The Nazi automatically began to tell all of the information that they needed to know, which was translated by Wicki. After the information was gathered, Hugo and Omar shot the other Nazis that remained in the group, leaving the head Nazi quivering in front of Aldo and Y/N.

“Now, I’m gonna give you somethin’ you can’t take off, and then you’re gonna run back to your commander and tell him that the Basterds are comin’ for every last one of you Nazi scum,” Aldo declared as he plunged his knife into the Nazis forehead. The blade pierced through the Nazis skin, and he howled in pain.

After the Nazi started to run back in the direction of the village, all the while holding his bleeding temple, the Basterds headed in the opposite direction. They had more Nazis to hunt, and with the directions that they received, they knew exactly where to go. The other Basterds took the lead at the front of the group, while Aldo and Y/N trailed at the back.

As Y/N whiped the dark fluid from the silver edge of her hatchet, Aldo snaked his arm around Y/N’s waist. “Have I ever told you how gorgeous you are when you take down Nazis,” Aldo whispered in Y/N’s ear.

“I don’t think you have, but I’m glad that you get as much enjoyment out of it as I do,” Y/N said as they leaned into Aldo’s touch. His warmth brought them comfort, which in these uncertain times was a godsend.

Once the war was over, Aldo vowed to propose to Y/N, and he kept that promise. It didn’t matter how many enemies they had to face. The Apache and the Hunter of Harrisburg would always stick together until the very end.

Tags: @sharky9boy, @sergeant-donny-donowitz, @redrosewritingsstuff, @jiejie-eonni-onee-sama

[sergeant-donny-donowitz]

Back in 1929 (Aldo x Reader)

requested by @kwyloz

@owba-chan @war-obsessed @inglourious-imagines @tealaquinn @struggling-bee @frozenhuntress67 @kwyloz @sodapop182 @marlenemarauders @what-the--curtains @taikawho @spookybearlandtaco Let me know if you wanna be added to the IB or OUATIH taglists! :) ________________________

***1943*** You and Aldo had been dropped into France dressed as civilians, along with eight other basterds, only a few hours ago. You were just outside of Bordeaux, on the southwestern coast of France. You and Aldo managed to slip away from the others briefly. It had been quite a hectic few days, you had to admit. Then again, life with Aldo was always that way. You were walking along a long, abandoned, quiet stretch of shore, hidden by the night sky and rolling clouds. He was quieter than usual, but he held you hand just as he always did. In fact, the last time either of you were so quiet around each other was back in 1929.  Finally, he remarked, "Just so ya know, this ain't our honeymoon," he chuckled a little adding, "Guess we'll just have to wait."

You smiled and shook your head, "Anywhere with you's a honeymoon, Aldo." "Aw, don't gimme that bullshit," he always thought you deserved better than him. And you always told him there wasn't anyone like that. He shrugged, "You at least deserved to go some place nice. Romantic. Ain't that what these things are about?" "Well, we are in France. Most couples talk about goin' to France for honeymoons. We made it," you giggled, and he smiled. "Yeah, but they don't come here as no members of an elite guerilla team in the middle of a goddamn war." "True," you shrugged with a sigh, looking out at the midnight blue waves, stretching beyond your imagination. "But there's no one else I'd rather be here with." He smiled again, and quietly took your hand. You both stood still at the shore, watching the waves sway. He spoke again after a while, "Feels like it's only been a day, don't it, darlin'?" You chuckled, "Close. It's been two." "Two already?" He laughed, and sighed. He'd spent so much of his life with you, he often lost count of the days. A little over ten years ago, you were just two "young'uns" clawing to survive the Great Depression by bootlegging.

In fact, he met you in a county jail. Both of you were locked up for bootlegging for the wrong people. But the moment he saw you through the bars, he was lost in your eyes and in time. Ever since then, he hadn't bothered to count the days that have gone by. Ever since that moment, he thought once one of you was freed, he'd never see you again. Well...he was wrong. You were both in and out of trouble often, he'd find. First bootlegging, and then fighting off the KKK. In fact, you were there the day he got that scar. And you were the only reason he made it out alive. From then on, you somehow always seemed to be in the same place at the same time when it mattered most...ever since that day in 1929. You may have been nothing but some kids then, but you both knew you'd be so much more some day. Things started looking up once Prohibition and the Great Depression ended. Then came the war. You and Aldo fought through half of Siciliy, side by side. You both volunteered for the war without hesitation... But Aldo never thought he'd see the day he'd "jump out of a fucken air-o-plane," until you did. He had no choice but to follow you down. You'd seen it all and done it all together for most of your lives by then, but you'd never seen Aldo so scared, so panicked as the day you first went to war. Till the day he died, he swore he only made it out of that very first day at war because you did. You and Aldo. You spent a little over a year in Italy, making names and ranks for yourselves. You were assigned to secret missions, unable to tell each other about them. You had one last day in Italy together. And in the middle of a final firefight, Aldo looked at you. He saw the same eyes he saw back in 1929. He didn't know if he'd see them the next morning, or ever again. Not with rumors of the armada happening soon. "Y/N!" He called out as you ran for cover. He cleared a path for you, and followed you. "Y/N!" He had to tackle you in order to save you. He shot at your would-be killer, and then looked at you, relieved seeing that you were safe. "What?" He smiled, "Marry me?" You chuckled as you shoot down a sniper. "What took ya?" So that night, you married quickly, and quietly with only hours to spare before departing on your secret missions in the middle of the night... Except... The very next morning, as Aldo marched to face his new team, he spotted a sergeant standing tall. Then he saw you. He stalled for a moment...but only for a moment. As long as you were there, what did he have to fear? There was a slight smirk on his face, which only you recognized. You knew exactly what he was thinking...and you were thinking the same things: "Sum'bitch..." Twelve hours later you were all dropped way behind enemy lines, deep in Nazi-occupied France. Aldo chuckled a little to himself, and you smiled, asking "What?" He shrugged, "Think 'em boys figured out we're married yet?" You laughed, "They're smart, Aldo. They'll..." You thought about how many times Omar and Donny had already gotten into arguments about baseball, Hirschberg asking which way north was, and how tired Wicki looked of everyone's shit.

"No...probably not. Not any time soon, anyway." "That's a damn shame," he smirked, "You'll be breakin' their hearts till then." "We could just tell them," you rolled your eyes giggling. "They'd be the first to know," he smiled. You both fell silent again. You hadn't been this silent since that very first time you saw each other, locked away across from each other, back in 1929. Aldo glanced east, sighing. You'd all have to march inland in the middle of the night. This moment, by the sea with you, this anomaly in which he wasn't his usual loud-mouthed self, and you his accomplice, was probably the quietest it would be for a long time. He turned back to look at you, and smiled. Maybe, he thought....maybe that was ok. There'd be time enough for quiet, once you got back to Maynardville, Tennessee. You smiled at him beneath the moonlight, and kissed him. You whispered, with bright, reasurring eyes, “Come on,” as you led him back east, to the rest of the basterds. He realized that after that night, the sound of boots, gunfire and planes would never cease. But neither would you. “Yeah,” he nodded, following you with a slight, soft grin. It was one word, but he meant it in more ways than you’d realize. He followed you back to the present. Back to 1943. Far from Maynardville, the Smoky Mountains, and bootleggers. He followed you. For once in his life, he’d miss the quiet. But...that was more than ok with him, as long as he was with you.

[darling-i-read-it]

Brad Pitt Characters Masterlist

All of these were written pre Angelina Jolies allegations against him! I stand with her and her children.

Cliff Booth

Ride Home

Few More Minutes

Understand

Midnight Pools in Hollywood

Sleep

Ricks Sister

Videos

Love You

Milkshake

Scars

Hollywood Party

Car Rides

Aldo Raine

Worried Fates

Fireside Reveals

Cabaret

Stars

Wise

Catch Up

Come Back

David Mills

Asking

Earlier

Scared

Worried Days

Bad Dreams

Tristan Ludlow

Moonlight and Stars

Sunset

Braided Flowers

Tyler Durden

Tyler’s Surprises

Welcome

Welcome Part 2

Bar Fights

Indestructible

Being the Queen Of Fight Club

JD

Rain

Bonnie and Clyde

[inglourious-imagines]

The Story of Their Lives (Lt. Aldo Raine)

Requested by: @tealaquinn

Summary: The story of Lt. Aldo Raine and Sgt. Y/N Y/L/N.

Prompts: 9 - Don't you touch her. & 12 - No one would hurt you again, or I'd kill them. & 21 - I wanna see how you lose control. & 24 - He's a badass with a good heart. & 39 - Kiss me. & 93 - You make me feel... you make me feel.

Author's Note: This is damn long so I really hope you like it! Also there are some parts in Italian so I'd like you to know, I've never learnt this language so there might be some mistakes. Feel free to send request or let me know if you wanna be tagged in these ♡

Taglist: @alienoresimagines @radiantcade @meteora-fc @kyra3155 @real-fans @not-john-watsons-blog @im-in-love-with-queen

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Y/N and Aldo never showed some kind of an affection towards each other. They respected, trusted, appreciated the other one but these traits were common among the Basterds.

It seemed so innocent at first, almost like a teasing and none of the Jewish American soldiers expected to become it something more.

•••

They met at the very beginning of the Basterd's missions. Y/N was a french spy, a very famous one so she obviously got their attention since they'd gotten to France.

The Basterds recruited her in a bar and she immediately became one of them. Y/N fit within the group perfectly, like she was always destined to be a Basterd.

•••

After the third successful mission, they decided to stay the night in a local resistance hotel to relax and prepare for another action. Everyone went to their beds as soon as they could but Donny persuaded Y/N and Aldo to gamble a little before the sleep. 

"C'mon, just one game!" Donny pleaded. It didn't take much and the trio was sitting around a table playing their fifth game.

"I thought you're better at poker, Lieutenant." Y/N laughed as she grabbed another money she won.

"Shut up, Sergeant. I just am a bit lenient with ya, that's all." Aldo fought back, trying to cover the fact he's worse with cards than Hugo trying to actually smile for once. 

"Show me what you got, Lieutenant. I wanna see how you lose control." she winked at him and dealt the cards.

•••

Something changed in Aldo this evening. At first, Y/N was just another soldier sticking up for her country trying to end the war. But now he saw her in a totally different light.

He noticed what colour her eyes have, how she always ties her hair in a braid. 

He noticed how her cheeks blushed when he praises her after a good work.

He noticed how she scrunches her nose when she disagrees with someone. 

All those little things were filling his head. Aldo was so full of it. It was during the other mission when he completely understood his feelings.

•••

One moment and his whole world flipped. 

Aldo was so angry with himself that he missed such an important thing.

Like a gun. 

The German soldier was just kneeling in front of Aldo when he reached in his pocket. It all happened so quickly then.

The German pulled out a gun and with one last defiance he pulled the trigger. But it wasn't Aldo who got hit. 

It was the woman behind him.

Aldo was like deprived of his senses. He threw away the piece of bread he was eating and jumped at the German. If Wicki didn't pulled him back, Aldo would probably beat the guy to death.

And that was Donny's speciality.

"Don't you fuckin' touch her! Or look at her!" Aldo shouted hitting his face with his fist one more time.

Y/N was so taken away by his behaviour, not really sure where the anger got from.

"What the hell, Lieutenant?" she frowned, "it's just a goddamn scratch on my arm. The bullet didn't even hit me properly." 

Aldo froze whereas Donny and Hugo looked at each other with knowing smiles. They finally realised what was going on.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he tried to brush it off, gesturing to the Basterds to continue with the scalping. "It's fuckin' bleedin' a lot!"

"It's fine. Nothing too serious, Lieutenant." Y/N replied.

Aldo just shook his head as he took off his scarf and tied it around the wound. "No one would hurt ya again, or I'd kill 'em."

•••

The Basterds got ordered to rest a bit because there was a big mission on its way. They didn't know what it was but they all welcomed a full night sleep.

But Y/N didn't feel like going to bed. Instead, she took her cigarettes and sat at the balcony of the apartment they got settled in.

It was a chilly night but she didn't mind. She actually liked cold more than heat.

"Aldo seems a bit off lately." Donny's voice broke the silence as he positioned himself next to her.

"What you mean?" she asked offering him a cigarette which he gladly accepted. 

"Remember how he beated up the German officer two weeks ago? I've never seen him like that."

"Oh Donny. He's just a badass with a good heart. I assure you, Aldo's just fine."

Donny shrugged but didn't say anything. This wasn't his secret to tell even though the change in Aldo's behaviour towards her was so damn obvious. 

Donowitz glanced at Y/N smiling a bit. He understood why Aldo fell for the female Basterd. 

•••

Bridget von Hammersmark was laying in front of them with a bullet in her leg while Hugo, Archie and Wicki were dead.

Y/N was standing in the corner of the room, lost in her thoughts, mourning for her lost friends. She knew something like that had to happen but she also believed in Basterds and part of her thought that they'll all come back home one day.

Y/N wasn't able to look at the actress anymore. She quickly left the room not looking at anyone while she lighted her cigarette. It'd been becoming too much to handle for her.

"Are you alright?" Aldo frowned as he walked towards her. "You still in?"

She laughed sarcastically at his question sheaking her head. "Yeah, of course, business. I'm in, Lieutenant."

"I didn't mean in like that and ya know it."

"Yeah, sorry. It's just-"

"I know, Sergeant. This whole event got me thinkin'. I gotta tell you something."

Y/N threw away her cigarette as she looked directly at him. She wasn't sure if it was the light or the sentiment, but Aldo's eyes never seemed so beautiful to her like they did in that moment. 

"The truth is," Raine began as he stepped closer, "you make me feel... you make me feel, Sergeant."

•••

When Y/N stepped into the room in a black plain tight dress, the conversation between the Basterds immediately stopped. They'd never seen her in anything but in uniform or the civilian clothes. Donny dropped the glass of whiskey he was drinking, Hugo's knife fell on the ground with a loud crash, Omar and Wicki stayed there with their mouths wide opened, Archie Hicox smirked and Aldo, Aldo was taken away and wasn't able to get out a word.

"Please, gentlemen! This is how you welcome a beautiful woman? She looks magnificent!" Bridget von Hammersmark exclaimed gesturing towards Y/N.

"It's so uncomfortable," Y/N frowned and tried to adjust the dress a little, "and so impractical." 

"I think it's perfect." Aldo breathed out and Bridget smiled in satisfaction.

Y/N truly looked like a completely new person. And Aldo's feelings mixed once again. She was so special to him, like water is special to desert. His life was dry without an excitment. She was the water that refreshed him after a long time of loneliness.

•••

Bridget, Aldo, Y/N, Donny and Omar stepped into the small local cinema, already so full of Nazi officers.

"It makes me sick." Y/N snorted as she looked around on the German uniforms. "I have two knives and a gun and I'm not afraid to use them right now."

Aldo laughed next to her and gallantly put his hand on her hip pulling her closely to him.

"Just relax, darlin'. We'll do that later." Aldo winked at her, not letting her go for a moment.

Bridget suddenly seemed like she'd seen a ghost. An older man approached their little group and Y/N immediately understood with whom they have the honor.

Bridget and Hans Landa shared a short conversation before they turned to them. Hammersmark formally introduced the Basterds and Y/N flinched a little under the German's look. Aldo noticed right away her change of attitude and stroked her hip gently.

"Sei assolutamente incredibile, signorina! Ho notato che molti ufficiali hanno voltato la testa dopo di te." (You look absolutely stunning, miss! I noticed that many officers turned their head after you.) Hans Landa grinned and Y/N thought it was the most disgusting thing ever.

"Grazie mille signore. Sono sicuro che stai esagerando." (Thank you very much, sir. I'm sure you're exaggerating.) Y/N faked a smile and clenched her hand in fist to remain calm.

All of the Basterds with Bridget jerked their heads towards her. Her fluent Italian took them away as well as Landa.

"Quanto amo la lingua italiana! E dalla bocca di una donna così bella, è una musica per le mie orecchie." (How I love the Italian language! And from the mouth of such a beautiful lady, it's a music for my ears.)

"Mi stai adulando, signor Landa. Non hai un brutto aspetto." (You're flattering me, Mr Landa. You don't look so bad yourself.) Y/N felt like vomitting any next second. 

Aldo had enough of Landa's fake attitude, especially how Y/N looked so stressed and angry. He decided he has to step in or she won't hold herself back. Aldo recalled the one sentence he learnt yesterday, just in case he'd need to interrupt a moment in a formal way. This was the time.

"Baciami, adesso." (Kiss me, right now.) he stated and pulled Y/N even closer than before. She didn't manage to prostest or ask a quick question and their lips touched. She returned the kiss immediately and ran her fingers through his hair.

Until someone coughed.

They pulled apart from each other, Aldo smiling widely like a winner and Y/N blushing harder than ever.

"Ci scusi signore. Il mio ragazzo qui è un tipo appassionato. Devi perdonarlo." (Excuse us, sir. My boyfriend here is the passionate kind. You must forgive him.) Y/N stuttered and but looked directly at Landa.

•••

Operation Kino was over and it was now only her, Aldo and Utivich. They lost everybody along the way. They stood together side by side through everything. They'd become something stronger than family, friends, lovers. They faced death together and nothing could break the bond they'd created over the years. It was time to go home.

Y/N stood on the ship that was taking the Basterds, or what was left of them, home. The wind was dancing on her hair whispering secrets in her ears.

"I never thought I'd make it back home." Aldo Raine appeared next to her with a cigarette between his lips.

"None of us thought so, Lieutenant." she nodded, "but the difference is, we were wrong. Not them."

"Smart as always." Aldo grinned as he turned to her. "You should stop calling me Lieutenant. The war's over."

Y/N giggled at his statement and he could swear he'd never heard something so melodic, something so right. 

"It kinda sticked with you, Lieutenant."

Aldo didn't answer, instead he threw away the cigarette and took some deep breaths. He needed whiskey, or anything else that would give him at least a bit of courage.

Aldo Raine fought in war, he saw his friends die, he was broken by everything he saw and still, asking Y/N a simple question seemed harder than surviving the bloodshed.

"Spill it out, Lieutenant." she laughed as she glanced at him. 

"I hate how ya always do that. But here it goes," Aldo replied, "I've never been good at this so I'll just keep it short."

He stopped for a moment and stared at the woman in front of him. As he stepped closer, his heart was already racing like it'd never before.

"Why don't ya come to the States with me? We can buy some little house in the Smoky Mountains and live there for the rest of our fuckin' lives." Aldo confessed in his Raine kind of way, looking at her with so much hope in his eyes. 

"Is this some kind of your proposal?" Y/N chuckled as she intertwined her fingers with his.

"Maybe."

"I thought you'd never ask! Of course I'll come with you! You're everything I have, Aldo."