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A small mishap.

(Gerold Hirschberg x Female!Reader)

For the lovely @strudelcreme , hope you enjoy 💛💛 and I am sorry if it sucks. ❤️ There are no gifs for this boy 🤣

"You have got to be kidding me."

"Right back at ya, shortie."

Gerold looked over to (Y/n), with the deadliest glare he could muster. His relationship with the Basterds poison master was…strained to say the least. They rarely saw eye to eye, which made the current situation quiet an inconvenience for them. The situation in question was that, there was only one sleeping bag left. (Y/n) groaned aloud. Why was it that it was always here stuck in these situations? Was this some sort of godly practical joke? A hand clapped on both of their backs.

"So, you two got stuck with the last one. You gonna share?" Donny asked with a grin. Gerold cursed himself for sharing some information with the Staff Sergeant, and by the shit eating grin on his face, he knew what Donny was trying to say. "Nah, I'd rather sleep on the ground." Gerold immediately answered, earning a chuckle from Donny and an offended look from (Y/n). "Oh come on, Hirschberg. It's only one night, maybe then you'll finally get some-" Donny began, before Hirschberg hit him in the gut with the back of his gun. (Y/n) shot him a confused look. "What the hell was he on about?"

"Nothin', just the whole Donny nonsense."

Gerold walked over to the sleeping bag. It looked good, for being a used one. Comfortable, too. Gerold, however, laid next to it. "You can have it." He said simply. Hirschberg wasn't the type to let anything go, so this surprised (Y/n). Taking small strides, she got into the bag and motioned him to come over. "It's going to be cold tonight, and you need something to cover up." (Y/n) reasoned. Gerold stood silently for a moment. He could already feel the brush of cold against his exposed skin. But the thought of being so close to her was far more terrifying. Nevertheless, he moved into the bag with her, muttering a small thanks in the process. " You really didn't have to." Gerold said. (Y/n) chuckled softly, "Like I hate you too, shortie but I am not gonna let you freeze to death."

Gerold smiled, suppressing a laugh. "You ain't half bad, (L/n)." He commented. "You ain't bad yourself, Hirschberg." A comfortable silence came over. It was then that both (Y/n) and Gerold heard the whoops and the yeahs! of the others. Gerold groaned loudly. "The hell are they hollering about?" (Y/n) asked. Gerold didn't know how to answer her. He wanted to confess and get all the shit off of his chest, but...he was afraid. He heard (Y/n) yawn next to him. 

"Whatever, I'm beat. Goodnight, shortie." 

"Goodnight, (L/n)"

Once he was sure that (Y/n) was asleep, Gerold pulled a little away, and whispered toward the others. "You trying to get me in trouble?" He seethed. Smithson laughed, along with the others. "We're just trying to help." He answered. Gerold scoffed and turned back. His eyes fell on (Y/n). She looked so peaceful like this.

Maybe one day...one day he will have the guts to confess but...not tonight.

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Snipers in winter attire. Photo by Semyon Fridlyand (USSR, 1950s).

Love Line.

(Archie Hiecox x Female!Reader)

For the lovely @strudelcreme, really hope you enjoy 💛💛 also sorry if it's a bit short and possibly bad , Im still going through a bad fever.

"Archie! I have another one!"

"Am I obligated to hear it?"

"Yes!" (Y/n) exclaimed, taking a seat near her friend. The pick up lines she would throw around, while cheesy and would only work on Smithson, did help the group morale considerably. "Are you from Tennessee? Cuz you're the only ten I see." (Y/n) said. "Hah!" Exclaimed Aldo, who seemed closer to the duo. Archie however, sighed. Not the sigh of disappointment anyone would expect, but rather a happy one.

"While I heavily dislike these pick-up lines...that one was good." He breathed and (Y/n) clapped in triumph. "I'm gonna go try some on Smithson. That boy hasn't had a woman flirt with him ever." She started in glee, turning her heel and quickly scanning the area and finding Smithson.

Archie was left to his own devices, watching (Y/n) skip to the others. When he and (Y/n) first met, Archie was baffled. How could such a bubbly and happy girl, so full of life, be in the middle of a bloody war? He asked those questions, though found himself hesitant to know the answers. (Y/n) was the type to make stupid, corny jokes and use pick up lines on them all, but mostly to Archie. 

Archie found them dumb, mostly unoriginal and he would possibly strangle any of the other Basterds for even attempting to lay so many on him. His and (Y/n) relationship was platonic to the ordinary observer, but Archie's affection seemed to be obvious to everyone but (Y/n).

He knew that developing feelings for someone right now would most likely result in tragedy, and (Y/n) deserved so much better. She deserved all the good things life had to offer and if Archie wasn't to be one of those things, then so be it. As Archie's eyes focused on (Y/n), he didn't notice Donny coming up behind him. The harsh clap to his shoulder sent Archie a bit forward, a surprised grunt escaping him.

"Donowitz, you scared the wits out of me!" Archie exclaimed. Donny let out a chuckle.

"Yeah, you had your eye elsewhere, Tommy boy." Donny said. Tommy was the less than comical nickname that Americans used for Brits. In any of the cases, he could always call Donny a Yank, and he knew that would sent the Bostonian up the wall. Archie never really minded the nickname anyway. He adjusted his shirt collar. "I have no idea what your talking about." He said calmly, hiding the blush on his face. Donny smirked. " You're lying, Arch." He said simply. Archie turned to him in surprise.

"I...you don't know what you're talking about." Archie insisted. Donny walked closer, placing his large hand on Archie's shoulder. Archie craned his neck to look up to the Sergeant, their height difference more apparent than ever. "You love her, don't you?" Donny asked. The seriousness in his tone was rare, making Archie know he was being serious. A silence passed by, the crunch of fallen leaves becoming more audible. "I've seen the way you look at her, so don't lie to me." Donny inquired. Archie sighed. "It's really that obvious?" Archie asked.

"To everyone but her apparently." Donny said. A soft laugh made Archie look over, his own face contorting to a smile when he sees (Y/n) laughing with Smithson. Seeing her happy made his heart pick up in pace. "I suppose you're right, Donowitz...but...I'd rather keep things as they are now."

"What the hell? Why?"

"We are in the middle of a war Donny. She will be put in unnecessary danger for even associating with me." Archie expressed. Even the thought of her getting hurt because of him, made Archie feel sick. "I understand that, but do you really want to live your life, knowing you never said anything?" Donny asked.

Archie never expected someone like Donny to be so insightful. Not that he thought of Donny as incapable, but he just never showcased any knowledge on love specifically. The world was full of so many surprises, wasn't it? "What guarantee do we have that we'll make it, Donny? I don't want to promise her everything and then give her nothing." Archie expressed frustration. "Well you won't know until you tell her!" Donny retorted, rather loudly.

"Tell her what?"

Archie froze, while Donny's face was slowly overtaken with a mischievous grin. He slowly backed up, saying he heard Aldo call him. Archie silently cursed himself and Donny. "You alright there Archie, you look pale." (Y/n) commented. "Is this about my pick up lines?" She asked slowly. (Y/n) knew that most of the Basterds found her lines annoying and sometimes irritating, but that never warranted a reaction. She was also aware that there was a good chance that this wasn't about that at all. 

Archie chuckled, his eyes down cast. "No...um...well...I have something to confess." Archie finally breathed. (Y/n) ears perked up and her (e/c) widened slightly. "I...I actually find those stupid pick up lines very...endearing. And I find you...very endearing." Archie said carefully.

God, he felt like a boy again. That fear from before appeared once more, the fear that she and him wouldn't have a lifetime together. That Archie wouldn't get to hear those stupid lines again. But then, he thought of Donny's words. "You won't know until you try." He had said. "Archie...what are-?"

"Ivebeeninlovewithoyouforalongtime!"

Another silence passed through them. It was clear that (Y/n) hadn't really understood him. Archie took a breath, speaking slower then before. The parts she did manage to hear made her heart pick up. " I have been in love with you for a long time...I never said anything because I was...I was afraid." Archie confessed. "Afraid that if I promised you so much...I wouldn't be able to give it to you." He finished with a breath. A comfortable silence settled between them, as Archie awaited for her to answer. With a swift move, (Y/n) was upon him immediately, the biggest of smiles on her face. "You have no idea how long I have been waiting for you to say that." She breathed.

With their arms wrapped securely to one another, Archie leaned in to whisper in her ears. "I promise I will give you everything and more." He said, before planting a soft kiss to her neck. "Archie, you know...if you were a triangle, you'd be acute one." (Y/n) replied. 

"I just told you I loved you and you...oh forget it." Archie laughed, before picking her up in her arms. "What can I say...you are adorable." She replied. After such a heated session of confessions, Archie and (Y/n) spent the night under the stars, as he whispered a thousand promises to her awaiting ears. 

For the first time in a long time, life felt good.

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