you recognized two of them immediately and from the way one of them was eyeing you, you assumed he recognized you as well. waving at the one who was looking at you, whom you knew as The Bear Jew, you invited him by your movements to follow you to somewhere secluded. 

his heart was thumping happily as he followed you, mind racing ‘get a load of this looker. damn she is fine.’

when you knew you were alone you stopped, “what are you guys doing here?”

“Bawnjorno.” he grinned.

“i know you’re American.” 

Dating Donny Donowitz Would Include

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Anon:  can you pls do donny donowitz as a lover i’m having major feels for him rn

  • Super protective
  • He keeps a baseball bat by the door
  • So if anyone comes in and bothers you
  • He can have some fun.
  • He takes you out on fun dates
  • Definitely going out to baseball games
  • But also to cute little startup restaurants
  • And definitely some nice Italian places.
  • He totally did not spend three hours before your first date trying to figure out what he should wear and how his hair should look
  • And was still perfectly on time
  • And showed up with a giant bouquet of flowers.
  • He loves to kiss you roughly
  • But it took him a while to get that way
  • Because he didn’t want to scare you off
  • So at first he was really gentle with you
  • But the more he got to know you
  • The rougher he got
  • Until it got to the point where he shoves you up against the nearest solid object
  • And kisses you until your knees go out
  • And he has to hold you up.
  • In the bedroom it’s no different
  • If it even ends up in the bedroom
  • Because normally
  • You two will screw each other’s brains out
  • In the closest are possible.
  • He’s very dominant
  • And loves pinning you down
  • And biting you
  • And if you’re okay with it
  • He loves choking you
  • And he’ll go down on you so much
  • Because hearing you moan turns him on beyond anything else.
  • Afterwards, he loves wrapping you up in his arms
  • And feeling your body flush against his
  • And he usually falls asleep first
  • And wakes up first.
  • In the morning
  • He likes to lay in bed
  • Holding you tight as he listens to your breathing
  • And as he feels your heartbeat against his chest
  • He feels an overwhelming love rush over him
  • Because he can’t believe that someone like you would be with someone like him
  • And he’s always going to treat you right
  • Because he never wants to lose the love you have for him.
How The Basterds Meet you and Their First Impressions

Anon:  Hey lovely! Could I get an inglourious basterds preference where it’s how they meet you and their first impression of you? Thank you and I love your blog!

Aldo Raine: You two meet during boot camp. You happen to come across a little underground fight club thing that Aldo had started and you managed to impress him with your fighting skill. His first impression of you is that you’re arrogant, seeing as you just walked right up to the biggest guy in the room and offered to fight him, but after you beat the guy, Aldo’s view on you changed to something of admiration.

Donny Donowitz: You two have known each other since you were children. Your mother’s became best friends when the two of you were 5 and since then, you’ve been inseparable. His first impression of you was just that he flat out didn’t like you. His mom and your mom wanted to set the two of you up to get married in the future, and he hated the idea of that. He warmed up to you after one day, these boys were making fun of him and you punched one of them in the face.

Archie Hicox: You two met when you were assigned to go on a mission with him. Both of you worked alone before this, so neither of you were really happy about the situation. First impression was something of jealousy. He thought that you were way smarter than him and he became quite jealous, and projected that jealousy during the mission. Thankfully, about half way through the mission, you called him out on it and he slowly warmed up to you.

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