#ib if au: bee

[spideyladman]

Currently thinking about posting IF AUs on here, which do y'all want to hear or see of? <:3€

AUs descriptions underneath the line and are all ordered in the timespan I have created, like the oldest is first and the youngest is last lol- (Images will be connected to the AUs too!!! Send me an ask of what y'all wanna see!!!!! >:3)

1. Cracked AU

AU where both Calvin and Bee have been dealing with hallucinations from their mum's passing. They go to therapy (Bee goes to a normal one while Calvin goes to the Sunny's), and long story short, Bee punched somebody in the face, and Calvin and Sunny are now missing. Cut to the present day, and now Bee sees cracked Calvin and tries to uncover who he is while trying to help the IFs to get to other people, while also discovering that kids also need their IFs. Also, Cosmo is more mellow because Sunny was his friend, and they had a falling out. Also, when you think of Calvin, think of Land of Lustreous body horror. Yeap-

2. Who Framed Art Teacher? AU

Basically Who Framed Roger Rabbit? movie but with IFs in each place. Cosmo is the detective, Pearl ( @art-tea-chill 's OC!!!) is his friend (maybe more? >:3€), Art Teacher is in Roger Rabbit's place except he starts out more trying to calm down before dealing with the investigation and immediately goes loco and nervous, and Calvin is in Jessica's place except instead of a suave singer he's more of a comedic more or less suave comedian who Cosmo just, hates. He hates him but tries to still try to get his story, even if he tries all of his best not to hate him a lot.

Also there is a certain OC planted in this AU as well as a certain secret that Cosmo and Pearl are hiding about themselves >:}€

3. Swapped Imagination AU

Basically a swap between Calvin and Blossom's style, where Calvin is the humanoid butterfly IF and Blossom is the human-like IF, and Cosmo accidentally breaks his wings while Blossom is way taller than both of them combined now-

4. IB IF AU

Y'all know that game which is called IB? Welp, now it's Bee in place of IB, Calvin in place of the twink, and Cosmo in place of the blonde girl. All of them go through obstacles within the art gallery that will try to guide them into insanity, and they must escape before it is too late.

5. Monster High IF AU

AU where Bee comes back to life thanks to her father and finds a building filled with monsters that hide from the public. It's not a high school it's more like a place where the monsters hide in lol- But anyways, she'll have to deal with normies, monsters, and certain dramas and secrets that she'll have to uncover. What is Blossom hiding? And who is this Calvin? Why does he look... familiar? What is he hiding too?

6. FNAF IF AU

Calvin is the Mimic and Blue fucking jumps Bee and Calvin's mum's head off which leads to the pizzeria closing, which makes Calvin resent him because now he's far away from figuring out who he is now! After being in this animatronic body for what feels like ages, he's losing memories and what might be his former self. Years later, Bee tries to look throigh the pizzeria when her dad becomes the nightguard, and tries figuring out why so many people have died there, and why her art teacher suddenly became more aggressive, and sometimes even numb to the pain after just working there for a few nights.

7. Crime Scene Cleaner AU

Based off the actual video game called Crime Scene Cleaner!!! Calvin is now a crime scene cleaner for the mafia and he does this to pay for his father's heart surgery, and while the days go by, and the tasks grow bigger and bigger, he starts becoming numb to it all? But he's not going to lose himself into the deep end, right? ...Right?

8. Dead Or Not?: Disco Elysium IF AU

(The very first image of this post is of this AU!!!)

Art Teacher is in place of Harry (and his name is now Arthur!!! <333€) and is somebody dealing with amnesia, and his partner in a new case is Calvin, in place of Kim. Both deal with shenanigans and the case which will determine who they are now. They also encounter Bee along the way, and Arthur starts trying to discover his own and Calvin's past. Also Sunny is included as an assigned therapist for Arthur, and will be very important to him later on in the story...

This AU is loosely based off the game, I just wanna turn them into shrimp lmao-

[artzychic27]

Hey Artzy, I love your sb and ib AU, so I got a question about it. How would Style Queen go? Matter of fact, how would the whole Queen Bee arc go? Would Monarch akumatize Chloe’s bitch of an egg donor or someone else take her place?

Oh, Monarch’s coming for that bitch

What I have planned for Chloé, though, be prepared

For one, no one’s telling Chloé to spend time with her abusive mother after Style Queen, because no. That’s bad.

Oh, and Chloé getting the redemption arc she’s been deprived off, and it doesn’t involve a Miraculous

[ask-the-rpg-3]

THE RPG3 PFP CONTEST WINNERS!!!

Thank you all SO much for participating, even if there weren't many of you and you may not have won! I appreciate you all so much!!

Take a look down HERE for the results! It was honestly a really hard decision- Who knows, I may have to cycle through the profile pictures sometimes just because they're all so awesome as pfp's,,,

FIRST PLACE AND TUMBLR PROFILE PICTURE WINNER...

@keksalot404 Despite being honestly one of the less detailed ones compared to, say, Bee or Astro's, this one just NAILED IT. KEKSSSSSSS YOU'RE SO AWESOME FOR THIS. GODDDD. IT'S PFP MATERIAL FOR REAL. The colors, the characters, the message boxes above are just SUCH a well implemented touch, and I really really like the different things on them. I love how everyone is drawn, I love the shading, it just seems to me like the perfect profile picture. THANK YOU SOOOO MUCHHHHH crossover AU solidarity.

Feel free to DM me what you want me to draw for your PRIZE!!!! >:D

SECOND PLACE AND TUMBLR BANNER WINNER...

IT'S @astro-inthestars THE NUMBER ONE GIRL LIKER

YOUUUUUU REALLY WENT ALL OUT MAN YOU ENCAPSULATED THE ENTIRETY OF RPG3 SO FAR INTO THIS IMAGE??? GODDDDD EVERYTHING. BLUE DIAMOND ANON AND GOLD HEART ANON, FLOWEY, THE ANONS LOOKING LIKE GHOSTS LMAO, THE KITE, THE PHOTOS, THE PENCIL, THE KNIVES, THE PICNIC. EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS MAN. YOU ARE FANTASTIC YOU I HAVE NO WORDS

DM ME FOR YOUR PRIZE OH MY GODDDMHGKHGRE

THIRD PLACE AND DISCORD PFP WINNER...

@side-of-honey YOUUUUUUUUUUUUU

EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS IS AMAZING YOU KNOW I LOVE YOUR ART TO DEATH BUT OH MY GODD. I REALLY THOUGHT THIS WAS GOING TO BE THE WINNER BUT THEN I GOT MORE THAT MADE THE CHOICRtjytkrltkgOAHSKGH you are going on the discord. everytginf about this is phenomoenal and Ib and Garry make a physical appearance. and someone else?!?!?!??! EVEN KEL AND BASILLL. i love how the trio holds up the letters each in a different style. Hey Kris that's ketchup right-

DM ME FOR YOUR PRIZE LOSER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ILY BESTIE

THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!!!!!!! This was for 400 followers, but now we're at basically 500!!! That's insane I can't believe how many people are following this comic!!!

[improvapocalyps]

『無個性』 『 Death of the Individual 』

[ ib au ]

[mxttellion]

Pat headcannons. Hand em over RN pal- 🔫

(jsjfjdjfj obviously you don't have to RN but whenever you can or want to :D

YOU ASKED FOR IT so. i gotta. it's a promise

...well, read after the read more, it's gonna take a while. (/j)

*cracks knuckles*

alright it's just gonna be a dump of everything i have so far, with some that are related to my own universe and others that are mostly related to some kind of canon adjacent au where he's part of the army, but a lot of them tend to overlap, ill try to find a middle ground between the two- also good thing if you remember that post i made a while ago about some hcs, it's useful

- Full name? Patryck Kedzierski-Hopperstad. got both surnames from his parents. But ends up just using his first one

-He's 185 cm tall, the tallest of his group;

-Uses He/They, and kinda prefers neutral terms over masc, but ultimately doesn't mind both. He's also bi.

- He's incredibly optimistic! Just an overall solar guy! He can be snearky and kind of an asshole, pushing people's buttons on purpose, but mostly does it out of playful blanter rather than actual malice. (Plus, he finds reactions to his jokes/jabs incredibly funny). He may also give you a funny nickname in the process. He's incredibly passionate about the stuff he does, and also can be very reckless, which isnt really a good thing for his health. But you only live once, so better make the best out of it, especially after being sheltered! Oh, he gets offended easily, and may try to strangle you if you comment his hair. Pat can also be incredibly reckless and stubborn. He'd jump from high heights just to prove he can fall on his feet and then break his ankle in the process. In the rp he sprained his ankle and didnt want any help. He can do this on his own, duh – the reckless will come back later..

- He has like. 34 illnesses and allergies. from asthma, to dust allergy, to lactose intolerance, ibs, migraines, general weakness, frequent insomnia, scoliosis, chronic sneezes, glass bones and paper skin, sensitive skin to the sun, had diverticulosis, appendicitis, tonsillitis and is probably allergic to bees, has shit sight but refuses to wear glasses, short term memory loss. He also most likely lacks a liver. No one knows where it went. And he rightfully cant stand the smell of smoke lol

Also yes, he's stressed, doesnt want to show it, he will internalize it and then get crows feet (which is what those two lines under his eyes are.) Also he can faint on command.

-Hes half polish and half norwegian, and has an younger sister by two years, called Brygida.

They and Pat get along extremely well, they're a dynamic and dangerous duo! After all, they had to support each other during their childhood. Brygida is the complete opposite of Pat: but she also was the one who introduced him to a bunch of stuff he ended up enjoying. Like boy bands.

-His relationship with their parents is..rather complicated, to say the least. They were incredibly overprotective during his childhood, sheltering him from everything that could even be slightly dangerous for his fragile health. You could find him peeking from his room window at times, just to see other kids playing. But also, despite that, he was still the oldest child, and being such, they has high standards for his education and controlling of his career path and interests: at some point, he'll end up arguing with them just to let him get to the college he wanted to, a technology related one, and almost risks to get disowned, with tension rising and them not even bothering to call him once he moves away. Also yeah, Pat had to hide a lot of interests and keep them a secret from them, you know, just in case.

- Brygida was the one who got him to find friends in his life (and in my hc universe, the one who introduced him to Paul)

- he has a pocket switchblade knife with him for some reason, it's orange and there are kawaii stickers plastered on it. Don't ask why.

-lol autistic moment, of course. His special interest are planes and anything related to flight, along side IT. Oh, how can i forget: He's a 90s boy! He's stuck in that era. You may find it constantly gushing about his favorite boybands and members he has a crush on. He owns an orange nokia 3310 which HAS never been changed and refuses to change. owns a n64 aswell, and keeps claming that his haircut is a 90s popular haircut for men. give em the benefit of the doubt.

-regarding the autism part, he was also diagnosed late. just to add a bit more of pressure from also his parents, who never got why he would shut down and feel overly pressured. Especially during school. Straight As and all that junk.

- he vapes. (i stole this from a friend lmao) despite having asthma. this person is a mystery 

-Shit at driving, shit at shooting. He's got the whole package. Despite being in the army, he can't use guns for shit, and more than once ended up getting everyone around him in danger (mostly Paul. He did hit him in the face more than once.) He has a license but honestly, He doesnt even know how they got it themselves. Probably still out of luck

-He's somehow the science guy of the group, the one with more of a broader knowledge on more scientific stuff- with him taking notes on notebooks about his findings

- RA HCS!!! uh. He's the latest addition to it. He joined rather late compared to the others (Tord, Paul, Yuu and Yanov) and he almost joined as a joke at first, only to get accepted inside for some reasons. At first he was recruited as a substitute pilot for Yanov, as he was unavaliable at the time (broken arm lol), with Paul automatically becoming his co pilot, despite his COSTANT wishes to not get involved with a newbie. Yes, the plane he crashed in The Snogre was one of his first planes, and SOMEHOW managed to not get demoted and kicked on the spot.

- The fact that he cant personalize his army outfit drives him insane. also his favorite color is orange.

-Keeps a notebook where they write all the stuff he needs to remember. His memory isn't exactly the best, and has regrettably forgotten some important stuff but not malicious intent behind it. It's just a problem he has with his own memory. They also keep a page with all the stuff his friends - family like, dislike, how they would like to be approached and stuff. In that way he never forgets.

LMAO I probably do have more lying around somewhere, but I just cant recall right now AND this post is way too long already. Maybe just ask me about them lmao

[toxiccrybabyart]

Can I know your media/fandom list? :)

Oh man, yeah I can sure try, I'm in a lot of Fandoms though so like, might have to reblog with additions so keep an eye out for that!

Also note, if a peice of media on this list is problematic, the chances are I know, and don't support the problematic aspects, or don’t know, but I’ll never actively support bad shit, so please, no drama for what I list that I like.

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Super into

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Steven Universe

Owl House

Shera

Avatar the Last Airbender

Korra

Bendy and the Dark Revival

Deltarune

Undertale and it’s aus

Sailor Moon

Danganronpa

Monster high g1 and g3

Ib

Mad Father

The John Doe games (yes the games with creepy stalkers, I like fucked up games about delusional freaks.)

Cookie Run Kingdoms

Mystic Messanger

Arcana

Invader Zim

Mean Girls

Heathers the musical

Infinity Train

Adventure Time

Panty and Stocking (yes I know it’s racist, I can acknowledge it’s racist and also say, it’s a shitty show that somehow captured my interest)

Moral Orel

Mandela Catalouge

Walten Files

Fnaf

Cult of the Lamb my beloved

Welcome Home

Don’t hug me I’m scared

Scream franchise

Spiderverse

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Kinda into

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Obey me (I’m stuck really early in game so it’s mostly just fandom stuff)

Kipo

Sonic (specifically the movies and the snapcube dubs)

Hilda

Powerpuff girls

Disney movies (its complicated, i love Disney movies but the company is pissing me off)

Miraculous Lady Bug (it’s a neat concept but the show is such fucking trash you guys I just cannot)

Poppy Playtime (love the animations in the game. Hate the developers)

Dragon Prince

Bee and Puppycat

Total Drama (I can’t actually watch the show because of… all the puking. But I like the concept and the characters)

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Will never ever get into

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Dragon Maid (sorry but that show is just too gross about kids)

Madoka Magika (this one really interests me but I had a friend who fucked me over emotionally who loved this and kinda ruined it for me)

Marvel (I like Spider-Man but I cannot stand the mcu it’s just, too much)

DC (look I’m really only there for whatever it is they’re doing with Harley Quinn)

Dsmp/mcyt (I can’t man. I just can’t.)

Genshin Impact (hard pass on another mostly white and Asian centered world)

Yandere Simulator (ah, my old hyperfixation. Alas, I hate you now.)

Mha (it used to interest m but tbh it’s mid at best to me now)

Your boyfriend (as much as I used to love Peter and the gang, I hate the Canon and refuse to support it or it’s shitty, creepy creator.)

[a-chlolix-blog]

Idea for an AU that takes place in the future

Frelon Fatale AU

- The Miraculous Team along with everyone else is obviously older (20-22).

- Thanks to André, Chloé's quite well off and owns Le Grand Paris.

- She obviously doesn't talk with Audrey unless she absolutely has to (business purposes of course).

- Chloé's also known for throwing Parties ib the Hotel.

- While she doesn't have the Bee Miraculous, she does have a series of supersuits (most of which are tight bodysuits).

- She often shows off to the Miraculous Team. Zoé is Vesperia and works at the Hotel.

- Chloé's stayed in touch with Adrien and Sabrina after school, but doesn't know they're on the Miraculous Team.

- While Chloé's had a crush on Alix (who makes art on the side for the Louvre) since grade school, she finds herself quite attracted to the Time Traveling heroine Bunnix.

- While Fatales are usually known for seducing men, Chloé flirts with only women (flirtatious lesbian go brrr) especially while in one of her Frelon Fatale costumes. She flirts with Alix/Bunnix the most.

Hope you all like this one!

[spencers-renaissance]

Fic Rec Friday

I am back on my CM fic bullshit people, and that means a shit ton of fics recommended by yours truly. I hope you enjoy this massively mixed bag of different ships today! (also sorry this is a bit late I forgot oops)

6 Fics

❤️Moya Lyubov’ by @spencerspecifics - 2.8k, 1ch, Emily Prentiss/Reader, Fluff, Team as Family, Domesticity, Established Relationship, Light Angst, Slice of Life

Based on a prompt I gave Syd, asking for a fic in which the f!reader and Emily are in a long-term relationship and she goes to visit Emily after she’s appointed BAU Unit Chief. Filled with lots of team fluff and relationship fluff with a healthy dose of angst ;)

🧁Why Are You Scared of Loving? by @suburban--gothic - 900w, 1ch, Derek Morgan/Penelope Garcia, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Developing Relationship, Insecurity, Protective Derek, Relationship Negotiation

Three times Derek says “I love you” and the time Penelope finally says it back.

☀️To Seek Comfort by @makaylajadewrites - 1k, 1ch, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Fluff, Getting Together, Sharing a Bed, Insecure Spencer

After a long day, Morgan and Reid share a hotel room, but little do they know that they'll be sharing a bed too.

🪐Every Little Transgression by The 58thAcademic - 1.6k, 1ch, Gen, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sad Spencer Reid, Parental David Rossi, Protective David Rossi, Protective Derek Morgan, Mentioned Suicide Attempt, Childhood Trauma, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Spencer Reid Needs a Hug, Episode: s03e16 Elephant's Memory, Fix-it Fic

Ok so. Elephants memory was really good because we got Reid backstory. But I'm still annoyed that he didn't defend himself against Hotch. So this was born.

🥂I can’t believe you got arrested! by SSA_A - 1.3k, 1ch, Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Team as Family, Girls + Spencer Night, Misunderstandings, Humour, Fluff, Established Relationship, Slice of Life, Drinking

My take on the 'Hey I got arrested, come save me? Please?' prompt, and a side of the gay to go with it!

👑Never Mess with the Queen by wlw0with0reader - 1.3k, 1ch, Jennifer Jareau/Reader, Mob AU, D/S Undertones, Protective JJ, Plus-Sized Reader, It’s a little fucked up I won’t lie, probably best suited for 18+

JJ is a mob boss and Y/N is her princess and plus sized please!

Bonus Smut Fic... You’re Welcome ;)

💄Experimentation by @makaylajadewrites - 1.3k, 1ch, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Friendship, Makeup, Smut, 18+

Marked For Later

🌪Farewell Forever by @ag-ib - 16.3k, 6ch, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid & Gen Pairings, Hurt Spencer Reid, Whump, Episode: s02ep15 Revelations, Worried Derek, Kidnapping, Psychological Torture, Non-Con Drug Use, Beating, Seizures, Temporary Character Death, Canon Temporary Character Death, Panic Attacks, Swearing, Stabbing, Buried Alive

Tobias Hankel had their youngest agent. // Briefly, Morgan wondered if they had tried harder, driven faster, thought smarter, would Spencer ever be in this situation?

💐Hey Jude by asimpleword - 1.2k, 1ch, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid

There are many things that Morgan does not know about Reid. Most of them don't suprise him. Some do.

My Fics This Week

🍯Honeysuckle - 2.3k, 1ch, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Hurt/Comfort, Spencer Reid Whump, Medical Conditions, Anaphylaxis, Severe Allergic Reaction, Hurt Spencer Reid, Friendship, Badass JJ, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Established Relationship

A BAU picnic is rudely interrupted by a bee sting and anaphylactic shock.

🌳The Noiseless Crash of Crumbling Walls - 4.5k, 1ch, Gen/Derek Morgan & Spencer Reid, High School AU, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst, Hurt Spencer Reid, Protective Derek Morgan, Abuse, Childhood Trauma, Friendship, Pre-Slash, Derek is almost 18, Spencer just turned 16

After Derek and Spencer are paired up on a science project in their senior year of high school, they become the closest, most unlikely friends possible. But what happens when Derek finally finds out what Spencer's dealing with at home?

or; a High School AU inspired by the prompt "where did you get those bruises?"

[elsternwick-rp]

New Arrivals + Updates! (02-26-22)

Greetings and good evening! We hope everyone had a fine and fun February, as February and Winter come to it’s close, we at Elsternwick have many plans to make this new year even better than our last, including our first anniversary of opening to the public for the first time in March!

But first, we have some new arrivals to sort through!

New Arrivals! (02-4-22)

Greetings, and we hope you have a lovely February! It’s been a while since the last update, but as always, we have many new fresh faces arriving in Elsternwick, with more to come, so let’s summarize, shall we?

New Arrivals

The train has pulled into station, bringing with it many new fresh faces to Elsternwick, we hope you enjoy your stay here!

  Argent Vendell-Regor (D&D Original Character) - Vernal

Vil Schoenheit (Twisted Wonderland) - Nuwa

Ikki (Amnesia: Memories) - Ari

Uberhero {Aka Aiton} (Patapon) - Hen

King Leonidas (Assassin's Creed: Odyssey) - Jak

Surge the Tenric (Sonic the Hedgehog: IDW comics) - Kyle

Toa Lewa Nuva (Bionicle) - Khaos

Wabbajack (Original Character) - Xeno

Metis (Original Character) - Eden

The Right Hand Man Reborn (The Henry Stickmin Collection) - Hen

Vaati (The Legend of Zelda) - Mae

Ciela Fairburn (Monster Hunter Stories) {Player Character} - Vernal

Aiko Umesawa (Dangan Ronpa 3: The End of Hope's Peak Academy) {Semi-AU} - Bee

Ib (Ib) {Canon Divergent} - Moogles

Reserves

We also have a few reserves, hopefully soon, we’ll be seeing them, and look forward to whatever plots you may do with them!

Subject Zero (Katana Zero) {Canon Divergent} - Vernal

2B (Nier: Automata) - Nuwa

GLaDOS (Portal 2) - Cecil

Noel Takao (Super Sentai) - Thana

Lastly, we have at least one drop, sad to see them go, but hope they may return soon!

Umbrella (Skullgirls) - Kyle

Now, onto our other annoucement!

On March 11th, there will be a momentous occasion, the anniversary of when we opened Elsternwick’s doors to the public! We were nervous, but as we opened up, more and more people game, giving us a chance and breathing life into our humble group, and we couldn’t be more thankful, so, to celebrate, every year in Elsternwick, the town will celebrate with a combination of an anniversary and a Spring celebration!

There will be many activities running throughout both March and April, so we look forward to seeing you there, and hope you have fun IC!

We’ll have more updates soon, but until then, we hope you have fun in Elsternwick!

[dreamsmp-au-ideas]

If we’re going with those kinds of games, what about an Ib au? With Tubbo as Ib and Eret as Gary(since Gary’s pretty loose with gender as well).

I just saw the Ib game and man is it also going to give me nightmares. I love it and I’m now also terrified of it at the same time. 

Anyways if you guys want to watch a playthrough of it, then fair warning, it is also a surreal horror and it has creepy dolls and mannequins. Pixelated but fair warning. Also there is some things like a Mirror Scare for the game.

Onto plot and planning!

So main premise of game: Tubbo is basically now trapped in a gallery of art works made by someone who’s initials are only known as XD. So Tubbo is going into the gallery with the SBI and gets sucked into the world of XD’s artworks and given a flower.

He immediately gets attacked by mannequins and is only saved because of Eret and Dream, who are also trapped there. It is then explained to Tubbo that if all the petals of the flower fall off, he will die. Cue adventuring to find the way out and not die.

Eret as Gary in this is great and we get to have Tubbo and them bond. Yay! This is going to hurt when Eret reaches the Doll Room!

Mary can be Dream. He isn’t a bastard in this and he does act like another older brother to Tubbo. Of course the people who’ve seen the ending will know that this will not end well.

We get to have some creepy dolls nice looking bees follow them around and we get to see the mannequins follow them around as well! There will also be a scene where someone tries to take Eret’s flower so yay! Pain.

This is a minefield of angst for Eret really. We can play “He Love Me, He Loves Me Not” with their flower and that’s not going to be fun :’)

[sergeant-donny-donowitz]

The Excuse: Donny Donowitz x Reader (Postwar AU)

requested by the homie @struggling-bee :' )

@owba-chan @war-obsessed @inglourious-imagines @tealaquinn @struggling-bee @frozenhuntress67 @kwyloz @sodapop182 @marlenemarauders @what-the--curtains @taikawho

Let me know if you wanna be added to the IB or OUATIH taglists! :)

_____________ ***January, 1946*** Donny was walking through his neighborhood, just like he had every afternoon since he got back from the war. He never did that before... He was tired, but he could never sleep. He was angry, but there were no nazis he could (legally) scalp.   He couldn't seem to settle back down. Things in his mind didn't quite quiet down. Sometimes, it seemed like the war was still on. Donny was the man that killed Hitler, after all. It was hard to go back to being just Donny, Sy Donowitz' boy. He couldn't even seem to find someone to talk to. All the guys he used to go to school with, or play baseball with were either busy buying houses, busy with a baby or two, or busy with a brand new business. Some of those guys had bum knees now. Some of them just never came back... And the girls they all used to hang around with had 'just married' signs on their cars, or busy fighting to keep running the jobs they had the keys to during the war. They weren't the same kids sneaking into bars, playing ball, and dancing to brass bands. They were soldiers.

He walked with his hands in his coat pockets, looking down at the pavement. His shoes over the concrete were a stark contrast to worn down boots over snowy forest floors and enemy bones. He shut his eyes, wondering where the boys were now? Of course, he knew Aldo was in Tennessee....but where? Was he sitting up in his cabin? Was he visiting his sister? Telling his nieces and nephews stories they wouldn't believe till they read their history books? And Hugo? He'd moved to a quiet, small, almost impossible to find town in Connecticut. Was he finding the heart to talk to the girl at a corner store? Smitty?  Smitty lived in New York. He'd promised Donny he'd go back to school. He made it into NYU, was he in class right now? Was he visiting his grandparents? And Hirschberg? Was he out with his girl? Was he finally looking for a ring? And Omar? Wicki? What were they all up to? Were they all having a hard time going back to the way things used to be? Donny glanced at his watch. 5:47 PM. A year earlier this time, they'd be camped out somewhere between France and Germany, listening to Aldo telling stories. Hugo would be sharpening a knife.  Omar and Donny would be fighting about baseball. He sighed, walking around the corner, finding his street. He heard a dog barking. An old, half-blind, but excited pitbull trotted up to the fence. "Hey Bugsy! Hey girl!" Donny smiled, as he crouched by the fence and reached through, petting Bugsy. His neighbors had that dog since he was in high school. Bugsy belonged to the kid next door, Andrew. He went to school with Donny. He played ball with Donny. He went to war with Donny. He was a marine. He never came back. But, ever since Bugsy was a puppy, she'd always seen Donny and Andrew walk down the street together, after school, after practive, after games. Ever since Donny came back from the war, and walked down the street, back to his home, with his uniform on, Bugsy whined and cried excitedly, thinking Andrew was following. And every time Bugsy saw Donny, she'd bark and whine, happily thinking Andrew wouldn't be long. Donny sighed, as he patted her head, "Sorry Bugs. He ain't comin' home today either." He started to get up, and she began to whine. He sighed with a soft smile, "I know, Bugs... I miss him too." She sat, putting her paw up against the fence. Donny chuckled a little, "I'll be back tomorrow. Promise," as he walked over to his home, just next door. He shuffled through the rest of the day blankly, as he did most days. Soldiers... He sighed, Most of them seemed to be perfectly happy, somehow settling back in seamlessly...At least, it seemed that way to Donny. He was happy to be back in his dad's barbershop again, but...he'd often look out the window with a quiet sigh, missing some things he'd left behind. Like the basterds. Life seemed to move ever so slowly now...And there was no one he could share it with. Night bled into morning, and he was working again. He was sweeping up his dad's shop, just before opening. He smelled coffee, and remembered the day after the war ended. The basterds woke up in a tavern, somewhere in Paris they hadn't been before. Covered in streamers, with headaches, and a flight home, they all drank some coffee to ease the aftermath of the last night's celebreation The bells at the shop's door rang, and he turned around, snapping out of that distant memory of a small pub in a forgotten corner of Paris. It was afternoon now... "Mikey!" Donny grinned, seeing his kid brother standing there. When Donny left, he was just a sweet kid, somewhere in the middle of that awkward middle-school age. He was halfway through high school now, following in Donny's footsteps as a star on the baseball team, and almost as tall as him, too. Time felt so slow now that he was home, but it seemed to have gone by in the blink of an eye when he  was gone. "Donny!" He seemed as though he had the secrets to the universe in his hands...but Donny, and everyone in their lives, frankly, was getting used to that. He was beginning to take a psychology course...and...he thought he had half the damn neighborhood figured out. He went on a million-word-per-second kind of rant, but Donny picked out a few things. Something about war, veterans, sleep, and emotions. "I'm fine, kid." Donny shook his head, grinning. "You worry too much." He stopped for  a second, and looked at him. "You're like ma, y'know." "Very funny, look!" He shuffled through a folder, and dug out a diagram, and all the symptoms that matched what he saw in Donny. At the very top, underlined, highlighted, and pointed out in arrows were  three words: Thousand-Yard Stare. "Mikey! Your mother's been looking all over for you!" Sy Donowitz, their father, emerged, half saving Donny from his brother's persistence, while saving himself from his wife's wrath. "Alright pop..." Mikey sighed, though he glanced at Donny. Donny was red in the face, frustrated. To him, it was like Mikey airing out his dirty laundry, so to speak. "He means well, Donny." His father patted him on the back. "Yeah, I know." Donny sighed, now feeling guilty for feeling angry, and angry for feeling anything and everything. And then nothing. He sighed, as he sat on his bed after work, muttering "Fuck a duck." Something crumpled beneath him, and he stood up. It was Mikey's diagram, along with a school report. Mikey's first draft for a psychology paper, and he chose to write about veterans. Donny read half of it, and had to put it down. He knew he needed some help, but he wasn't sure where to begin. He walked downstairs, and went out for a walk, as always. Only this time, he went farther than usual. Halfway across town. In fact, he made it downtown. He couldn't get his mind off of the essay. He knew Mikey meant well. Donny wasn't sleeping much, he couldn't get his mind off war. He just couldn't go back to being Donny. His mind suddenly snapped back to Boston, to 1946, to the present. He saw you, on the ground, right in front of him, trying to pick up some papers. He'd literally run into you. "Fuck a duck," He leaned down, helping you pick some of them up. His hand brushed against yours, and you looked at him for the first time. "Say..." Your heart skipped a beat, and you smiled a little, "You're Donny Donowitz." "That's me." He smiled, though he sounded a  little exasperated. You stammered, a little star struck. After all, it's not every day you meet a war her like that....Well, it's 1946, you do... But it's not every day you meet one of the basterds. He'd picked up on that, and chuckled a little, used to it. "Nice to meet ya..." "Y/n." It took you a moment to remember your own name. "Y/n," he repeated with a kind smile, slowly handing over the papers he picked up. He spotted pictures of dogs on different sheets, and realized they were some sort of records. "What's that?" He seemed genuinely curious. You sighed, shuffling the papers back in order, "Records of the dogs' vaccines, just updated them. Gotta bring them back to the-" You laughed a little at yourself, realizing he had no idea what you were talking about. You took a breath, starting over, "I train  therapy dogs." "Really?" His face lit up a little, and you didn't quite catch on to why just yet. You nodded with a grin. Even thinking of your work made you feel happy. "It's been real busy for a year or so. Lots of veterans have been looking into it." He smiled, "I might, too." "Everyone's gone home for the day...maybe...you'd like a private tour?" You winked, and he asked, "You won't get in trouble for it, will ya?" You laughed, "Ah, fuck the rules." He smirked, knowing you'd get along just together just fine. He followed you to your work,  you brought him out to see the dogs. You left for a minute to go file away the papers, and came back to find Donny sitting on the ground, playing with all the dogs. One dog in particular seemed to instantly be attached to him. "Hey boy!" Donny laughed as he petted a border collie. You crouched by, smiling "His name's Charlie." "He's fucken adorable." Donny kept playing with the dogs, though that one in particular melted his heart. "Isn't he?" You chuckled. You'd realize that was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Donny came by every day, just after closing time to spend time with Charlie. (There was a little more to it than that, but  you didn't catch on yet) You didn't mind staying a little late. You liked Donny's company. And...it made your heart sing to see him so happy around the dogs. A few months passed. You realized there was an empty spot, and your heart dropped. Charlie had been adopted. "Oh no..." You sighed, knowing someone needed and deserved a dog like that. It was going to happen eventually, after all. You'd told Donny there was a big demand for therapy and service dogs lately. So...why did it hurt so much? You were always a little down when a dog was adopted, but never this much. You sat by your desk, and slumped a little as the day went on. You got frustrated with yourself, denying the reason you were so upset. With Charlie gone, maybe Donny would stop coming by. You shook your head, denying that was what upset you. But...you weren't much of a liar. "Maybe just a little..." You sighed, watching the hours go by, knowing at the end of the day you'd have to break the news to Donny.

It was closing time, your coworkers left one by one, and you sighed, "Fuck..." You realized in that painfully long wait that you were hopelessly in love with that basterd. There was a familiar knock on the window. You turned around slowly, and your heart broke, seeing how excited Donny seemed. Even more so than usual... All the more heart breaking You opened the door, about to break it to him... Rip the bandaid off, really. But before you could say anything, you realized Donny was holding on to a leash. "It was YOU?!" "I adopted Charlie!" He laughed, though he seemed happy, there was one more thing he wanted. "Are you...busy?" He smirked a little, already knowing the answer. Now that you didn't have to sneak Donny into work, your schedule was wide open... He knew that. He'd have to find new excuses to come see you. But, for now,  as you walked with him through town, and his arm wrapped around you gently, but protectively, you both knew it was the beginning of something more.

[soysaucevictim]

Screw It: Art To Do List Time

Ag. I have way too many art projects in the pipeline. (Currently editing down stream footage.)

But I feel like making a list of the stuff on my mind (roughly in order of priority):

iZ!AU fic writing (ISTG, THIS WILL GET DONE.)

Dexter’s Lab fan art (a screencap redraw from my fave episode “The Laughing”... to NO ONE’s surprise.)

Breaking Bad fan art (Walt be digging a literal hole for himself and everyone is trying to tell him to stop.)

Drawing the Sides in 60-70s outfits (Because TH pines for this.)

Deathknight!Roman with tentacles. Yes. (A la Arthas Menthil.)

iZ!Prinxiety... yeah. :I

Drawing King Creativity dressed like a lumberjack singing the “Lumberjack Song“ (w/ red/green plaid duds)... just... just go with it.

Maybe some body horror style Creativitwins fusion?? ? (Like Sixbones - an amalgam of Sans/Papyrus from Undertale. *TGC also vaguely and insistently gestures at “The Thing”*.)

Roman having sharp teeth and crying about it. :I

Truffle!Remus? (Or any of the fruit!Sides stuff.)

Original surreal horror environment art project  (I NEED TO FINISH YOU. *TGC weeping about all the cobwebs.*)

Draw any of my faves eating pretty/delicious looking food (or Remus eating absolutely disgusting “””food”””.)

Draw the Sides a la Corpse Bride’s - comparing Land of The Living and Land of The Dead versions?

Final Pam fan art

Carbon & Dust (final chapter) fan art

Age of Pandora fan art

Goofy art involving the Sides and “Aggressive Bee“... I guess??

Marvel Zombies fan art?

Steven Universe art?

Rubberhose-style Undertale fan art?

Revisit Pyro!Insano? (Or make Sides art referencing “Disco Inferno”, probably that.)

Favorite musicians?

Starcraft Zerg // Warcraft Undead art? (My favorite campaigns/races from those franchises. Because A E S T H E T I C. <_<)

Freddy Krueger? Jigsaw?

Ib stuff?

Ars Goetia / Goetic Demon art series?

Speed-drawing challenge?

More line-less art?

Some of this list?

Monstersona?

Remus? Remus. More Remus. :,D

One of the MANY Sides art ideas me and co-conspirator have conjured up behind the scenes.

Actually write on my original stuff?

[promptsverse]

About me!

➳11/02 ♒

➳Can talk 🇮🇹🇬🇧

➳Draws about her ocs and projects

➳Actually a bee

➳She/They

Also INFJ

----> Fandoms

-Gravity Falls

-Amphibia

-The Umbrella Academy

-Be More Chill

-Detroit:Become Human

-Hamilton

-Undertale/Deltarune/AUs

-Five Nights at Freddy's

-Little Nightmares

-Bendy And The Ink Machine

-Bendy And The Dark Survival

-DDLC

-Harry Potter

-My Chemical Romance

-Minecraft

-Ib

-The Witch House

-Wadanohara

-Mad Father

-Steven Universe

-Over The Garden Wall

-Shinjeki No Kyojin

-Super Science Friends

-Sally Face

-Hazbin Hotel

-Helluva Boss

-Infinity Train

-Mermaid Swamp

-Pocket Mirror

-Aria's Story

-Total Drama

-Billie Eilish

-Panic!At the Disco

-The Owl House

-MLB

[sergeant-donny-donowitz]

Safety First (Hugo Stiglitz x Reader)

Requested by @cass-danvers

@owba-chan @war-obsessed @inglourious-imagines @tealaquinn @struggling-bee @frozenhuntress67 @kwyloz @sodapop182

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A/N: (p/n)=your pronouns :)

_________________________________________ Utivich was panicking as he cried out, "DO WE TAKE IT OUT OR LEAVE IT I-" Hugo pulled Utivich away from Wicki, who had a bullet in his chest, and blood pouring out his mouth. Hugo shook his head, and muttered,  "Don't do anything." "WHAT DO YOU MEAN DON'T DO ANY-" Donny was crouching by Wicki, "He's sayin' something in German. Hugo, listen!" Hugo sat by, and listened. "It's an address," he looked up at the others, all of which were as confused as him.  Aldo immediately turned to the last nazi they'd left alive, "Where the hell is that?"

The nazi raised a shaking finger as he stuttered some directions.

Aldo nodded, "Well, very kind of you, boy." He cleared his throat as he studied his newly acquired luger, "Normally we let one of you shit faces go with a pretty little mark on his face and a story to tell, but we can't have you tellin' 'em where we went, now can we, boy?" The nazi looked at Aldo with wide, terrified eyes. " An' that don't change the fact I got a man dyin' back there..." He raised the gun, and shot the last nazi in the face, as the basterds moved Wicki carefully. ******

It was nearly two in the morning when you heard a knock...no...a knock is polite. And unheard at such an ungodly hour. This was incessant, endless, deafening sound, threatening to break down the door.

Fortunately, you were wide awake, in a quiet room, hidden to the untrained eye, studying things that would be a death sentence if found by nazis.

You quickly and quietly hid the papers away, and pushed the bookcase back into its tidy space, hiding away your secret rebellions.

You sighed, knowing perhaps you were in over your head... Perhaps this would be the night your luck ran out.

When you opened the door and immediately saw a gun pointed directly between your eyes, you raised an eyebrow. You knew nazis would draw out their cynicism.

Then, you looked at the face behind the gun.

You recognized it from the newspapers, not so long ago.

Hugo Stiglitz.

In spite of an imminent threat of a bullet being lodged in your brain, you were no longer worrying, or even wondering what was wrong. His voice was demanding as he pushed the gun against your forehead. "Sind Sie ein Arzt?" 'Are you a doctor?' You nodded, and Hugo grabbed onto your collar, pushing you inside as what could only be the basterds, began to pour into your livingroom. "Schreie um Hilfe und du stirbst." 'Scream for help and you die.' "Notiert." 'Noted,' you smiled a bit smugly, then glanced past him, spotting a bloody man in their arms. "This way," you pulled away from Hugo, completely defying him and his threats...You knew the stories, and frankly anyone with half a mind in your place would be scared of him... But you weren't. You glanced at Hugo for a brief moment as you walked by and led them down the hall. That man was one of the most gorgeous people you'd seen in your life. And...he was stunned that you didn't even blink in the face of death. Hugo looked down at his thumb. When you pulled away from his grip, something on your collar had cut him. You pushed your bookcase aside, and turned on the lights. You pushed papers and maps away from a steel table, and turned on every lamp in the room. You pulled out a kit with surgical supplies, and pulled a cloth over the table. "Here." You turned, and saw the face of the basterd that was bloody and barely breathing. Your eyes went wide, and your heart skipped a beat. It couldn't be him... You shook your head once at yourself. No, this wasn't the time to be emotional. You had to act, and act quickly. There would be enough time for this nonsense later, you hoped. "That was fast..."Donny muttered as he and Aldo lugged Wicki onto the table. Smitty looked around, "Is no one going to ask what the fuck this place-" Aldo ignored him, and looked to you, "Is he going to live?" That struck you. Your half moment of hesitation took everyone's breath, and an uneasy, eerie silence blanketed the room. You turned to look at him, studied the wound for a moment, "Schwer zu erzählen..." 'Hard to tell...' you sighed, and Hugo caught on. He asked again. His tone was not quite as aggressive as it was minutes before. It was pleading, as you lingered by the doorway, on your way to wash your hands, Aldo following with a gun to make sure that was all you did. You turned for a moment, "Ich werde alles tun, was ich kann." 'I'll do everything I can...' You disappeared down the hall, and Omar asked, "What'd the doctor say?" "(P/n) will do the best (p/n) can." You ran back in, and started to lay out everything you needed. You looked up, "I have no morphine."

Hirschberg muttered something as he lit a cigarette. Aldo raised his gun, and kept it trained on you, making sure you did as you were told. "I need you to hold him down in case he wakes up." You set down a bottle of whiskey on the edge, and turned him over slightly. No exit wound... You nodded, silently hoping that bullet wound was shallow, and that  the bullet itself was in one piece. You felt a looming presence by you, and saw Hugo Stiglitz was standing over the wounded man, holding down his shoulders, just in case...though he seemed distracted, and distant. He was looking at you, with a gaze only a soldier could have. He'd seen much, but he was not ready to see his friend like that. You took a shot, "Sicherheit zuerst," 'Safety first,' which made Hugo’s expression soften. It was the closest thing to a smile as he made in a long time. Some of the other basterds circled around, ready to hold Wicki down if he woke up in the middle of it all, and also took a shot for 'safety.' You sighed, understanding how that soldier must have felt, placing his friend's life in the hands of someone he couldn't trust. Better yet, you knew you had to save Wicki. Because you didn't have time to explain that you knew him, and you had known him for most of your life. You had to save him because you had so many things to tell him. You had to save him because you wouldn't be able to bear life knowing that you didn't.  So, you sighed, and quietly explained everything you were doing, hoping that would ease at least Hugo Stiglitz. "Es sieht so aus, als ob keine Arterie oder kein Organ berührt wurde," 'Looks like no artery or organ was touched,' you glanced at him for a moment, and Hugo nodded once. You looked back down, patting away blood with a clean cloth. You shuddered as you took your scalpel, and took a breath. For years, you had stayed up late nights, wondering what had happened to Wilhelm. Now you knew. You met Wilhelm Wicki when you moved to the city as a kid. Wicki lived in the house next door. When you were older you moved out on your own, to the place where you lived now. Wil was your best friend, and he came over almost every day, always told you about work, asked you what he was doing wrong when his girlfriends were angry at him... One day, around 1938, you had a bit of a falling out, though nothing that couldn't  be fixed. He simply didn't show up. A day or two passed before you began to wonder about him. He didn't even answer the phone. Wilhelm wasn't one to hold a grudge, this just wasn't like him. So you marched down to his house, but he was gone... along with his mother and sisters. You feared the worst... you worried they'd been taken away. It wouldn't have been unheard of. You spent years looking for a clue, a sign, even a rumor. But you never found a word. So, you decided to do your best. You were a doctor, but that didn't mean you didn't have your own convictions. You wore a safety pin hidden by your collar, as many across Europe were doing as a sign of resistance. You built this hidden room to help people hide. You used maps and stolen documents to chart escape routes for Jewish families since you couldn't help Wicki. But now, as he was on that makeshift operating table, you realized you'd been looking for him on the wrong side of world. You smiled softly for a brief moment with a soft sigh. You whispered hopefully, "Wilhelm..." Hugo glanced at you, his eyebrow raised, wondering how you knew Wicki’s name. But, a gleam from your collar diverted his attention for a moment. His eyes widened, spotting the safety pin on your collar. He looked to Aldo, "Aldo, put the gun down." Aldo looked to Hugo, "What? But-" "The doctor's not a nazi." "How do you know?!" "Trust me." The basterds all looked at Hugo. He never said much, but when he did, they listened. You glanced at Hugo, and he looked to you, then nodded. Aldo lowered his gun. He sat on a nearby chair, and realized he was sitting on a few papers. He picked them up, and only took a few moments to realize who you really were. "Y'know doc, if we was nazis, you'd be sent to a firing squad by dawn," he smiled as he raised the papers up.   You chuckled, spotting what was in his hands, "I don't think so. That's far too much mercy for a traitor like me." Hugo whispered so softly, you didn't hear, but you felt his gaze fall on you again, "Wie wir." 'Like us...'  he referred to you, and himself. He knew you were right. He was tortured by the nazis as a traitor once, and for a moment, it horrified him to even imagine you going through something like that. In that moment, each and every basterd flocked to the table to hold down Wicki, who was screaming at the top of his lungs and beginning to thrash around. You focused back on him, looked into his wide, pain-struck eyes, and sweaty, palid face. "Just one minute more," you looked around as the basterds, just before you picked up the pace. Wicki's eyes feverishly focused on yours as you shook your head sincerely, and whispered "Es tut mir leid, es tut mir so leid, Liebling, nur noch eine Minute." "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, darling, just a minute more." His breathing slowed a little as you worked quickly, and he tried his best to hold still as you whispered, "Du bist in Ordnung. Du bist in Ordnung, alles ist in Ordnung, Wil." "You're ok. You're ok, everything's ok, Wil." Hugo  glanced up, seeing how gentle you were, and his heart sank a little, dismissing the fleeting hope that some day, someone somewhere would show at least an ounce of the kindness you showed to Wicki. "There, not so bad, was it?" You pulled the last stitch shut, and smiled wearily down at your old friend, who smiled through the pain, and murmured, "You're still here..." "I'd never leave," you smiled softly, as you patted sweat away from his skin. It was then that he looked up at you, "I'm sorry that I did." You shook your head, "That was so long ago," you smiled kindly at him, as Hugo looked on, wondering what had happened. "Y/n..." Wicki tried to get up, put you shook your head, "Rest now. We'll talk in the morning." Aldo asked Hugo, "What's goin' on?" Hugo glanced at you, then Wicki, then looked to his lieutenant. "Y/n...” He paused, and sighed slightly as he said your name, “Y/n  and Wicki knew each other once..." Donny shrugged, "Guess the address thing makes sense now..." **** It was decided later that night, in a relaxed and relieved circle littered with drinks, that Wicki was going to stay with you until he recovered. The basterds would come back for him. The next morning, Hugo was trying to think of something to say. He said something you already knew to be true, "We'll come back." "I know," you smiled softly, and it melted his heart. You were both quiet for an instant more than Hugo wanted. Normally, he was comfortable in silence, but, he liked hearing your voice. Somehow, it soothed aching memories that always lingered in the back of his mind. "I'm sorry if I scared you when-" You shook your head, "Don't be." "For yelling..." "I understand," You smiled a little again, poured him a drink, and handed it to him kindly. He looked at it, then at you. You both looked at each other for a moment or two, then couldn't help but to kiss. When it was over, Hugo opened his eyes a few moments after you did and remained breathless, and you giggled quietly as he smiled to hide a red shade of embarassment, It had been a long time since he kissed anyone. Longer still since he'd felt anything close to what he felt for you. "Can I make it up to you?" Suddenly, your expression changed. Something cunning, something lurking behind the kind smiles and soft giggles emerged in the form of a smirk and a twisted wink, "Bring me a nazi or two when you come back here." **** You and Wicki caught up, telling each other any and everything. Well...the one thing you didn't tell him was the time that you kissed Hugo. Some time passed. It was nearly four in the morning. You were halfway up the stairs on your way to your bedroom. Wicki had fallen asleep hours before, and was in another bedroom. Suddenly, you heard pounding at the door, and you stopped in your tracks. You sighed. It was a toss up between nazis searching your home again, the basterds coming back for Wicki, or a housecall for a sudden burst appendix. By the time you got downstairs, Wicki was already standing by the door, with a revolver in his hand. "Way to raise suspicions." He panicked for a moment, "If they're nazis, just...well...just say we're married an-" "That would never work! They'd know from records, first of all. Second of all, I wouldn't marry you." He rolled his eyes, "I forgot how mean you were." You both heard a familiar voice behind the door, "Wir sind keine Nazis" 'We're not nazis.' You smiled, and opened the door, finding the basterds there, Hugo up front, holding two nazis whose mouths were duct taped, and wrists were tied. "But we brought you a gift." You chuckled, "Come in, boys." You quickly shut the door so no one would see. Then again, only basterds like them would be up at that hour. "Gift number one, this boy here done broke his arm fightin' that nazi over there."  Aldo nudged Utivich over to you. The poor kid was holding up his arm, and seemed green from the pain. "How long's it been this way?" You asked as you started to feel for the broken bone. Utivich grimaced, "A few hours." "Come on," you led them all back to the sliding bookcase, and brought them all to the hidden room. "Sit there." You looked up, "Well the good new is, it isn't broken." Utivich shut his eyes as he rolled his head back, and muttered through gritted teeth, "Well it fucking feels like it." You nodded with a sigh, "I know but it's...oh shit...what's the word...." You glanced not to Wicki, but to Hugo. Wicki was stunned for a moment, but...he had suspected some things. By suspected...he saw you and Hugo kiss before the basterds left. He smiled, as you looked to Hugo and said, "Ausgerenkte?" He nodded, "Y/n says it's dislocated." "You're....you're gonna..." You saw the fear in the poor kid's eyes, and you smiled kindly, "It'll only take a second, don't worry. Take a breath,"  sure enough, as much as it hurt, and as much as he groaned, you remarked, "Don't scream too much, or you'll scare the next two." Hugo smirked, and looked at you. There it was again, that glint of something plotting...something vengeful beyond the gentle eyes and smiles. Once you were done fixing up Utivich's arm, you offered to put up the basterds for a few days so they could all rest. Once the basterds settled in, most of them fell asleep immediately. This was the first time they had warm, relatively safe beds to sleep in months. Only Hugo stayed awake, waiting until he heard you come upstairs. But he didn't. He heard the bookcase slide shut, and nothing after that. He looked for you, as soon as morning came, and in that hidden room, something unspeakable had happened. Something with an unmistakable flair for the macabre, and yet, with surgical precision. It was almost surreal. But revenge was revenge, and it was beautiful in Hugo's eyes, just as you were. He looked at your work, and the unidentifiable nazis, then at you. "This place is sound proof, isn't it..." That smirk was all he needed as an answer. He smirked right back. All evidence was expertly wiped down. The results of your experiment were left somewhere the nazis in the city could find as a warning, but not traced back to you. Soon, it was the basterds' last night staying with you. Hugo noted you were quieter, and a little distant. The silence wasn't so unnerving this time, just heartbreaking. Hugo kissed you, and you kissed him. There was an air of desparation shared by both of you, knowing that nothing was ever certain in the time you lived in. He broke away from your lips for a spare moment, and whispered, 'Ich werde zurück kommen.' "I'll come back." You smiled softly, remembering the last time he promised that. "Ich weiß." 'I know.' You looked up at him. Your quiet, soft smile fading into something more as you began to wrap your legs around him. He smirked at you,  shutting the bookcase behind him, as he wrapped his arms around you, winking about the sound proof room, as he remarked "Sicherheit zuerst," 'Safety first.'

[sergeant-donny-donowitz]

A Million Lifetimes (Donny x Jewish!Reader)

Requested by @commieswine69

@owba-chan @war-obsessed @inglourious-imagines @tealaquinn @struggling-bee @frozenhuntress67 @kwyloz @sodapop182

Let me know if you wanna be added to the IB or OUATIH taglists! :)

A/N: I'm not Jewish, so if I fucked something up please let me know ;-;

*POSTWAR AU

___________ 1945

Donny cleared his throat, and straightened out his tie for the millionth time in the past three minutes. In the next two, he was surrounded by photographers and journalists. Some questions had classified answers, some answers were stories Donny never got tired of telling. But right now, there was just one thing on his mind. He may just have been the most notorious war hero at the time...but he was still only human. There was one thing on his mind. One single fear that he tried to lock away... Once the crowd cleared up, he shook his head and took a breath. He couldn't run away from this. He needed to know the answer. Donny walked to your house, just a block away from his. It was a walk he'd made a million times, but this time it felt a million steps longer. Even at the peak of Operation Kino, he was a lot calmer than he was at the moment. In fact, he was sure his heart was not beating anymore. Why? Well...he was going to talk to your parents. The only problem was that your dad... well... he scared the living shit out of Donny.  And that was almost impossible. He was Donny Donowitz. He had gone to hell and back, he had brought justice to every name on his bat, and so many more. He had seen the face of evil, he had wrestled with death. And after all that...the old man down the street that you called dad still scared him. Usually, it was just a little panic if he was getting you home a second before your curfew... But today was different. Today, Donny was asking your parents for your hand in marriage. Anyone would say, well...how could they say no to the man that killed Hitler and ended the war? The answer was simple: Your dad never liked Donny. And, even before the war, whenever Donny asked you if your dad ever changed his mind, you'd only shrug and laugh. That laugh used to be answer enough....until now. Now, Donny needed to know. Maybe he wouldn't like the answer he got, but damn would it be a lot easier if it was the answer he wanted. Of course, your answer was the one that mattered most, but...your parents' blessing was still something that he wanted. All these worries and fears came to a sudden stop, as Donny did. He was standing in front of your house, and glanced up at your window on the second floor. He smiled softly, remembering the way he used to climb up, just to say goodnight to you, on his way home from work before the war. He sighed, knowing those days were gone to the years when he was just a bit younger. His leg was hurt now, a memory from a stray bullet. The familiar curtains behind the balcony swayed a little, and you peered through them, smiling wistfully when you spotted Donny in the street. You wondered why he looked as though he was imagining a whole new universe in his mind... You'd know in a moment of two. As you stood, looking at each other, it was as if you could see a galaxy in his eyes. What he was seeing was something he never got tired of day dreaming... He could see your veil in his hands. He could practically catch a glimpse of your shy smile as you circled around him on the big day. He sighed, imagining a canopy over your head, and a glass bottle at his feet. You heard him knock at the front door, quieter than usual. Then again, the streets had been quieter than they were before the war. Sometimes, even Donny was quieter than he used to be.  But he smiled a lot more now, especially when he saw you. Still, Donny would swear for the rest of his life that his heart stopped with that last knock. He cleared his throat, wondering what would happen next. He knew your answer would be yes, but...

Your dad opened the door. Newspaper in one hand, coffee in the other, just like every other morning for as long as Donny had pestered him. This time, only one thing was different. Your dad smiled at Donny (who would swear it was the first time in his life he'd seen that man smile). He basically tossed his paper and mug aside, and hugged Donny. Even you were in awe, as you stood halfway down the stairs, holding on to the rail as you peeked down. Your mother smiled at both you and Donny, raising her eyebrow when you looked at him. She recognized that look. She sighed as she put her glasses on, and shook her head at herself, wondering why kids seemed to grow up so quickly now and days. She sighed, knowing she should've known this day was coming. All these soldiers seemed to be in such a rush, but she couldn't blame them. That look in Donny's eyes? She'd seen it thirty years before... She recognized the twinkle in your eyes, as if she was looking into a mirror.   Your mom had been in your place once before, after all, listening in on a nervous soldier boy and a stern father too stubborn to let go. It was a tale as old as time. Still... She tossed her head to the side, signaling for you to wait just a minute or two before comming downstairs. For Donny? You'd wait a lifetime. And as your eyes met his for an instant, you saw the lifetime he was imagining with you. "Yeah," you nodded slowly, with a soft, quiet smile, and a knowing gleam in your eyes, as you tiptoed back a few steps. You could wait a million lifetimes, if it meant you got one with Donny.