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“There was something awesome about being at a truck stop at like two a.m. putting eyeliner on with big burly truckers everywhere. It was just really dangerous.”

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Bourbon High.

(Omar Ulmer x Female!Reader)

For the lovely @tsukkimochi really hope you enjoy this fic ❤️❤️

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"(Y/n) are you sure about this?" Omar asked as he exited his sleeping cot. (Y/n) smirked, patting him on the back as a means to comfort him. "Don't worry so much, we will be back before they even notice we're gone." (Y/n) reasoned, turning her back to him and beginning to walk slowly, avoiding any small twig and or stone that might cause noise. Omar sighed, before following in her steps.

Throughout their relationship, (Y/n) has always been the more daring one. Even before the war, she would be constantly chastised by her mother for putting herself and Omar in danger. Not that (Y/n) really cared for her words. The thrill was too great. She would never put anyone in danger on purpose, but sometimes, the trouble would find them. "Where the hell are we going anyway? Won't the enemy have swarmed every town in France by now?" Omar inquired. In hindsight, his question would have brought up concerns, but (Y/n) was prepared for that.

"From the last patrol report, there's still one more town that these fucks haven't taken over. Just so happens that this town has got the best drinks. Besides, if shit hits the fan, we got fake papers and you can just pretend you're mute." (Y/n) proposed, giggling when she saw Omar's expression. She would always tease him about his inability to learn languages. "Fine but as soon as we see one Kraut, we are leaving." Omar stated. (Y/n) grinned and placed a loving kiss on his cheek. "You're the best."

The two continued to walk until they reached the small town, which seemed to have a small festival of sorts. Beautiful lights were lit, their holders decorated with various flowers. It looked as if people were also dancing. Which made (Y/n) giddy. Omar smiled, he knew what a swinger his girl was. "We have to go and dance after we drink." (Y/n) suggested, still keeping a low voice. The town might not have been captured, but those weasels had eyes, basically everywhere. They couldn't risk being heard speaking English. Once the two entered the bar, (Y/n) ordered two bourbons, taking a seat next to Omar. Bourbon has always been a go to drink for them. It tasted amazing and the burn of the throat provided a high that few liquors could match. Apparently, they underestimated the high.

"Do you *hic* remember when the *hic* Lieutenant nearly fell over?" ( Y/n) asked. Omar clutched his stomach, letting out a bellowing laugh. "Stooooop!" He begged. The couple continued to have their fun, completely unaware that it was well over three AM. When they walked back, trying desperately to hold each other up, they still thought that no one would be awake. "Phew, thank God the Lieutenant ain't awake, huh?" Omar said with a grin, making (Y/n) nod excitedly. Just then, the camp lamp was lit up.

"Try that again, Ulmer." That southern twang in the voice made both of them stand at attention. There was Aldo, sitting on a tree stump, with a very displeased look on his face. "Explain. Now." He ordered. They had never heard him sound so serious. Omar began to shake and stumble on his words, while (Y/n) was trying to think of something to say. "W-we were with the Staff Sergeant sir!" (Y/n) stated, thinking it would work. Aldo raised an eyebrow, turning his finger to point to a passed out Donny near a tree. (Y/n) swore under her breath and Omar felt like he was gonna die. "Now how is our Sergeant passed out over there, while you two come here, last midnight, drunk as all hell? How the fuck does that work?" Aldo inquired, voice raising in anger, though he tried to avoid waking the others. Trust Aldo when he says you don't want to see a Hugo who has had his sleep disturbed.

"Do you two have any idea what danger ya'll could'a put us in? We're in enemy territory goddamnit!" Aldo stated. "Not only did you sneak out, you went and got drunk! Fucking great!" Aldo exclaimed. It wasn't that he was mad at them directly. He understood that sometimes, especially during times like these, people would need a little breather. But this was something else completely.

"Sir we-"

"I ain't finished (L/n)."

Aldo interrupted, effectively shutting (Y/n) up. The man sighed, his fingers squeezing his temple. " I don't need to worry about you two acting like fuckin' kids! Who's idea was it?" Aldo asked. Omar and (Y/n) looked at each other, Omar opening his mouth to speak when (Y/n) jumped in. "It was my idea, sir. We were just trying to have fun and I dragged Omar-" (Y/n) stammered, before she was interrupted. A pair of strong hands dragged them both into a bear-like hug. To say that they were confused would be an understatement. "Um...sir?" Omar asked. Aldo sighed and pulled away, his hands remained on both of their shoulders.

"You two had me scared half to death... I promised I'd get ya home, didn't I?"

The two looked down, feeling guilty. "We are sorry, sir. It won't happen again."Omar stated and (Y/n) seconded that. Aldo smirked, before a strong yawn broke through. "Good, I accept both of your apologies but you will be punished accordingly for it." Aldo announced with a grin, making (Y/n) and Omar both groan. Aldo patted them on their backs. "Go on, off to bed and if I catch you again, I swear on my momma lll whoop both ya' asses. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir!"

(Y/n) and Omar returned to his sleeping cot, Omar still shaking a little. They huddled close, Omar placing a hand over her. "I am never following you anywhere again." Omar stated. (Y/n) laughed, placing a kiss on his jaw. " Whatever you say, sweetheart." She said, drifting in drunk sleep. Omar smiled. Despite the inevitable hangover tomorrow, Omar was thankful for the time he got to spend with you. It was through you that he figured out what love was...and that you should never underestimate bourbon.

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A Secret Not So Well Kept.

(Aldo Raine x Female!Reader)

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As much as it was beautiful...love was a dangerous thing.

It could make you feel alive, and rip your heart out the next. 

Aldo and (Y/n) knew this. But when the strongest of resolves break. Their relationship began slowly, nothing more than ghostly touches and meaning filled smiles at first. The roots of their attraction grew and grew throughout their service together, until the pair couldn't conceal their feelings anymore. 

If you had to ask (Y/n), the night Aldo confessed was the happiest she had ever been. Even though they adored each other, they knew that the knowledge of their relationship would only bring heartbreak. 

So they decided to keep it a secret. Not only for their love, but also for the professional side of their positions. (Y/n) knew the whispers that danced on the wind for women "like her". Words so vile, you would feel yourself irk from even listening to them. Sometimes, (Y/n) wondered how she kept her composure in a pit full of snakes. Snakes that bore human faces and spoke human words. Things would be easier this way, (Y/n) had told herself many times. It would spare them both from an unnecessary hell.

The night was young, the moon having just risen above the trees, settled in the dark canvas of night. (Y/n) kept her head high, (e/c) never leaving the twinkling stars. The soft breeze that ruffled her (short/long/medium) hair didn't go unnoticed by Aldo, who was sneaking small glances here and there. Though the pair agreed to keep their love a secret, Aldo couldn't help the way his heart yearned for her. He couldn't ignore the dreams of a possible future together, and the many beauties that life would bring. Aldo was glad he had something more to fight for than country.

The Basterds whooped and hollered as the town came into view, all dressed in civilian clothing. Remarkably, this was one of the few towns left with no Krauts in them. At least not yet. The streets were quiet, and the Basterds entered a small looking tavern. At the head of the bar, (Y/n) was greeted by a welcoming face. "Archie!" She expressed in glee, making the Brit coal his head at her. " Pleasure to see you Basterds alive and well." He greeted, shooting a smile at (Y/n). 

Some might misinterpret this as flirting, but (Y/n) knew that the man meant nothing but friendship with her. 

He had spoken to her before, of his life back home, and how Archie wishes to return to his wife once the war is over. Besides Aldo and the others, Archie was a man that knew (Y/n)'s worth, both to the army and the group. "Don't just stand there, Hiecox! Get us some drinks!" Donny yelled, body going over the counter. The act made (Y/n) laugh, shaking her head. "Get the man some gin, Archie! Before he tears the whole place down." (Y/n) ordered, before proceeding to order for everyone else. She had to stop herself from saying Aldo's drink of choice to quickly, for a man like Archie was very perceptive. As Archie was busy getting the drinks, (Y/n) let her eyes wander.

Wander right into beautiful blue.

She could never get sick of those eyes. They didn't need to speak to know they were communicating an ocean of longing, bodies inching just to hug and kiss each other. Aldo sent a small grin, and (Y/n) felt her own face twist upwards. The sound of glass clanks pulled (Y/n) away from her staring, but before she could grab the glasses, strong hands beat her to it. She could recognize him by touch alone. "I'll get that for ya', darlin." Aldo drawled, chuckling when (Y/n) hid her face. It was a little game they played, to confuse everyone else. The nicknames were a part of it, and everyone thought that they were just being friendly. 

It didn't take long for the drinks to take their effect. Donny was already slurring his words, and Hirschberg was already trying to fight Hugo. Then, the conversation simply switched onto Aldo. "Ya know Lieutenant….I think your accent is pretty funny…" Donny slurred, a clumsy hand now on the Lieutenant's shoulder. Aldo simply chuckled, paying the drunk Bostonian no mind. Their voices began to pick up, making more jokes at Aldo's expense. But (Y/n) was not having it. She knew that they were having a little fun, but their words were getting out of hand. 

It wasn't until Hirschberg began to tease Aldo about his love life that she stepped in. "Alright that's enough." She said, but Hirschberg didn't relent. "Like, how the hell ain't you married yet? I'm sure you got a-." Hirschberg breathed, before he got pushed off. “He doesn't need no wife!” (Y/n) exclaimed. Everyone's eyes fell wide, for the docile woman never had raised her voice before. It just wasn't in her nature. Hirscheberg took this as a sign. Apparently he was a lot smarter when he was drunk. His reddened face came over with a grin, and he pointed his lanky finger at them. “You and the Lieutenant have a thing going on don't ya?” Hirschberg surmised, letting out a belly deep laugh when (Y/n)’s face went red. Donny rose from his own seat, before clapping his hand on Hirschberg's back. 

“I knew it!” He yelled, pointing a finger as well. Aldo stepped beside his lover, eyeing her as if to confirm his own actions. Before the young woman could react, Aldo placed his rough hands on her face, his eyes carrying a youthful determination that one only possessed in the heat of a glorious battle. His lips were a familiar feeling, one that (Y/n) had yearned to feel for such a long time. Her skin tingled, and blood seemed to rush her face.

Aldo knew there was no going back after this.

And he didn't care.

The other Basterds whooped and hollered, and Wicki seemed to be giving Archie some cash. The duo pulled away, and (Y/N) hid her face in her hands. Her man had been bold, and now she didn't know what to do. ‘’Pay up, Donowitz!” Hirschberg yelled, and Donny audibly groaned. Aldo placed his shoulder around (Y/n) and pulled her close. ‘’Welp darlin’, looks like they found out our little secret.” He chuckled. (Y/n) smiled, though the claws of worry would pry off her skin just yet. “What if-?”

“I dont give a shit what the OSS or any of those fucks have to say. I’m gonna make you my wife when we get back home and aint one one gonna stop me.” Aldo exclaimed and (Y/n) felt like she would cry. It was a strong promise, and they both knew that, but life was nothing if it wasn't a challenge. “Get a room you two!” Donny joked, a big smile on his face. “You two make a cute couple.” (Y/n) heard from behind her. 

Archie gave her a thumbs up, and in a strange moment of peace, (Y/n) felt like she could actually do this. She looked up at Aldo, admiring his eyes, and she softly pecked his lips. 

Now all they needed to do, was get out of France.

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