#wolfenstein x reader

doom

the doom slayer

halo

jerome-092 ☆ jerome cable john-117 ☆ master chief

wolfenstein (machinegames universe)

probst wyatt iii fergus reid

call of duty

russell adler alex mason frank woods

kingdom come: deliverance 1 + 2

sir hans capon of pirkstein ☆ jan ptáček ze pirkstein henry of skalitz ☆ jindřich ze skalicez theresa of skalitz ☆ tereza ze skalicez

devil may cry (+ 2007 anime) *if you request the netflix series, i'll kill you

dante mary ann arkham lady nero nicoletta “nico” goldstein trish vergil

hades

chaos hypnos megara nyx thanatos zagreus

team fortress 2

dell conagher ☆ the engineer tavish degroot ☆ the demoman jane doe ☆ the soldier herbert ludwig ☆ the medic mikhail “misha” medvedev ☆ the heavy mundy ☆ the sniper jeremy willis ☆ the scout the spy

metal gear

adamska ☆ revolver ocelot donald anderson ☆ sigint the joy ☆ the boss john ☆ naked snake, big boss dr. clark ☆ para-medic eva kazuhira miller ☆ hellmaster miller ahab ☆ venom snake quiet ☆ tixij dr. hal emmerich ☆ otacon frank jaeger ☆ gray fox david, iroquois pliskin ☆ solid snake

fallout

fallout 1:

tycho

fallout 3:

butch deloria

new vegas:

courier six (any interpretation of yours) benny gecko craig boone rose of sharon cassidy dr. arcade gannon (only masc/nb readers!) joshua graham ☆ the burned man vulpes inculta the king veronica santangelo (only femme/nb readers!) sunny smiles raul alfonso tejada

fallout 4:

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Wyatt is always affectionate to his friends and members of the resistance. Always handing out genuine compliments, shouting “Nice job!” or “You got this!”. Especially with people he’s close too, giving shoulder pats. He also loves giving visual gestures - thumbs up or clapping.

He’s someone who loves fist bumps and high-fives. Seriously. Planned out something awesome? Jump up and down and hold your hand up to him. He’s instantly high fiving you back. 

When Wyatt starts to feel for you, small things like touching or complimenting you make him extremely nervous. It doesn’t mean he wont stop doing it though. He will begin slightly touching you more. Instead of shouting your name, he might just gently tap your shoulders, in a soft way not to startle you. Small things like sitting alone together become more intimate, listening to music, or reading books together. Wyatt will read aloud to you for hours. If he’s reading his usual nature books, he will turn the pages to show you the images, and drawings of the birds and fishes.

When you two enter a relationship, at first he will be attached to your hip. He understands that you don’t have to be holding hands or leaning against each other every second, but he gets really excited when you first start dating. 

He will always lend you his green military jacket anytime. Deny it all you want, he will make you wear it. If you tell him you're okay and fall asleep in the cold weather, you’ll wake up to it covering you like a blanket. Never minds lending you his sweater. 

Regularly reminds you how much you mean to him. Whether it's a simple “I love you” or a long hug, he will communicate it to you. Sometimes he’s so exhausted and tired, and he just seeks you out just to hold him. He believes you should know that you are loved, so he will tell you every chance he can.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

If you wanted to be his friend, you would have to be yourself. Be kind to others, be compassionate, and don’t be afraid to use your voice. Somebody who isn’t afraid to fight for what they believe in is the kind of person he loathes to hang around. 

You would definitely become friends during the time of The New Order, being another person who joined the resistance after being rescued by BJ and Anya. But if you go out of your way to be kind, and not be afraid to be yourself, he will notice you. If you stayed up late at night and read stories to Max, volunteered to assist anytime, he would admire you and join you. If you ever told him something like a simple “goodnight”, he’d fall head over heels for you. He has a hard past with his family. Give him hope that people can truly be good. 

As a best friend? You two are the Dynamic duo. Always goofballs, and always brightening everyone else's day. Probably a little too chatty sometimes though, Grace constantly has to tell you two to turn it down a notch when everybody is exhausted. 

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Please touch him, hold his hand, give him hugs. Poor boy is so touch starved. It's been years since someone has shown him physical affection. 

I think he enjoys cuddling, but it would definitely be awkward at first. You would have to initiate it the first time, being the one to curl up to him in bed. 

I think cuddling would go something like this: 1. The two of you have your backs on the wall against his bed, and you slowly wrap your arms around him and nuzzle yourself into his chest, while he is still sitting upright. This would turn into him hugging you back, pulling the both of you down on the bed and him cuddling you as you two rest.  2. He cradles you facing towards him. 

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?

When things get better, he would love starting a family and growing old with you. He would absolutely dream of being a Dad, playing with his kids, letting them ride on his shoulders and back. It’s something he isn’t afraid to admit to you. When America is officially liberated, and he can live without fear of you or him being harmed, he would sit down and have that conversation with you. Whether you adopt, have kids, or decide not to have any at all, as long as he can be by your side, he is happy. The only thing he is scared about is turning into his father. Please reassure him about that. 

He is also incredibly organized. He knows exactly where every single object in his room is, always has his bed made and his pillows puffed, and always pushes in his chair. He constantly helps Set organize his lab, and clean it up. His desk can get messy sometimes, but he makes sure to keep it clean.

He’s.. an alright cook. Growing up, he mostly just helped his mother set the table and organize the dinnerware. He remembers a few recipes from cooking with his mother. During his time in the war though, he had to live on canned food and anything he could consume. So he definitely is NOT picky on what he eats. It doesn’t mean he doesn’t like or enjoy cooking! He’ll always offer help to the people in the kitchen on the U-boat, weather just help cleaning up or grabbing ingredients. He will always ask to join you and help you cook if you ever do though!

Extremely random, but he keeps the coffee machine and mugs clean. He would make coffee for Caroline and anybody else who wanted some each morning, so she wouldn’t have to go out of her way to get it. He left her mug in the exact spot it was left from when she passed.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He would try to not let it get to that point. He would be honest, communicate with you, work things out. He would try to be the bigger person until the end. Unless you’ve done something serious to hurt him or somebody else, he would still try to remain friends even if it may not work out. You two will always be a team no matter what.

He would probably speak to William about it first, and then bring you to a secluded area. Obviously his heart hurts. It would be so painful for him to get over you, since you two work together every single day. Unless he’s sober, his drug abuse might appear more frequently just to get his mind off of everything. 

I don't see him as somebody who would break up with his partner very easily, you would seriously have to be a terrible person to get this man to leave you. 

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

If you two had stayed together during the events of the first two games, he would want to marry you. He's a very committed person, he’s never given up effort or slaked in anything. If he loves you, he will never ever let you down. However, I don't think he’d be in a rush to get married at all. He might have some family issues he needs to work through first, since he doesn’t want to end up like his father. If the two of you continue to get each others backs and support each other, he’d be so happy to change your last name to his. 

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

On the outside, he’s a mixture of tough and soft. He’s a natural leader, so of course he will have his loud and direct moments. But he cares about people, and he believes in doing the right thing, so his concerns for his people? That outweighs everything. He will drop anything to go and help save people, and make sure his people are safe. Sometimes, he does force himself to be “tough” and direct, but he’s naturally a soft person. 

The moment he falls in love with you, his handshakes or hugs would transform from “bros” to you being made of glass. He would always softly hold your hand if you needed to hold onto him; gently carry and cradle you if you get injured and need to see Set as fast as possible. If you were to ever, ever get hurt and he patched you up, his fingers on your skin would be so delicate as if he was afraid of injuring you more. 

Now onto the ugly: he does drugs. He is suicidal. It takes a lot of trust for him to open up to people about his personal issues, and when he tells you about them, all you need to do is listen. Just be there for him, and he’ll be at peace. Comfort him, tell him it's okay and you’ll help him through this. He might be known as the ‘good kid’, but this terrifies him how vulnerable he is at this moment. 

If you experience the same thoughts and feelings as he does, or self harm, he would listen to you anytime. He cares so so much for you and it breaks his heart to hear what you’re going through. He is the world's greatest listener, change my mind. 

Really random, but he would never slam your door or close it loudly. He's closing it as slow as possible to not disturb you. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Loves hugs!. If you two are platonic he will do the greeting hug that he did to William when he saw him for the first time in a couple of years, and would also properly hug you, sometimes letting his arms linger for too long. 

When you two enter a relationship, they become a lot more emotional. He'd hug you every time you leave, everytime you go back to your room. He'd wrap his arms around your torso, and either rest his head on your shoulder or rest his chin on your head. If you two are sitting down, he would hug you from the side, which would then turn into him cuddling you and cradling you in his lap.If you were to hug him, bury your head on his chest so he can hold you as close as possible to him.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Either when he confesses to you, or when you’re going on a dangerous mission. 

 It would either be a “I’m in love with you, Y/N, I love you so much,” or a “I’ll see you later, I love you”. If you told him those words first, he would repeat them back and kiss you softly. But he 100% tells you those words every time either of you go on a mission and leave the base. 

As you follow Grace and William into the gray helicopter, you pause and turn around when you hear Wyatt call your name. He looks concerned, nervous - his eyebrows were lifted and his hands held onto the bottom of his jacket. 

“Is everything okay? what's wrong?” you ask. Your stomach was twisting with nervousness, as nobody usually walked here unless they had something urgent to say in person. 

He closes the gap between you, lifting your chin up and pressing his soft lips to yours. It was short, and he placed his hands on your shoulders.

“You got this. I'll be on the headset if you need anything from me,” he locks his eyes with yours, earning a nod from you.  “Be safe, I love you.”

Tells you he loves you every single night. If you’re sleeping together, he will whisper it to you then kiss you. If you're in your room about to fall asleep, he will go to your room and tell you. if he’s out with the resistance somewhere, he will tell Anya to put you on the headset so he can tell you about his day (oh, and how much he loves you). 

Also wouldn’t be afraid to say it in public after you two have been together for some time. Obviously everybody will find out eventually, but he is nervous with his words and letting everyone see this side of him will be hard. 

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Not a jealous type, as he completely trusts you. If there are any issues regarding you and him, or speaking to other people, he will talk to you about it. There aren’t that many people in the resistance living alongside you two, so it’s pretty well known you two are together. However, if someone were to flirt or get a little too touchy with you, he’ll go over to you, hold your cheeks and kiss you. 

Depending on your family circumstances, if you have a healthy relationship with a parent or guardian, he will envy you SO much. It’s not really jealousy, and he’ll never admit it to you because it's such a scary and heartbreaking topic for him. You would have to bring it up to him if you would like to talk about it. 

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

In the beginning of your relationship, he will always ask you for permission. Unless you initiate it first, he will be a ball of nerves and anxiously ask if he can kiss you. Whether it’d be looking at your lips then your eyes, quietly asking, “may I?”, or just asking directly.  Communication is very important to him.

When he kisses you, his lips are always soft and his kisses are tender. His lips are smooth, most of the time not chapped but can be sometimes.

Will kiss your forehead, top of your head, and your cheeks. Will hold your hands in his and just kiss them all over. 

Kiss him anywhere you'd like. He will still become a flustered mess. However, if you softly kiss his scars, it would probably make him cry from happiness.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Loves being around kids, but can’t help the lingering nervousness around them. I can see him asking to be the first to hold a baby, or reading stories aloud to Anya and BJ’s kids. It takes him some time to gather the courage and ask her though, and when he does, the kids love him! 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

If you two fall asleep in the same bed, the two of you will be touching in some  way. Whether a leg against the other, holding your hand, or just cuddling, you will always feel the warmth of him.  He is always awake before you. If you have to get up at a certain time, he will softly caress your hair and rub your back until you wake up. However, if you have nothing to do, he will lay in bed with you until you wake up. 

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He prefers to fall asleep with you, but sometimes he will head to bed by himself. He will always tell you goodnight when he’s heading off to bed. If you two aren’t sleeping together, he sleeps on his side and holds onto something. 

When you are sleeping together, he will hold you. He prefers to hold and spoon you, but if  you want to wrap your arms around him and lay your head on his chest, he will love that as well. Sometimes sleeps with a shirt on, but most of the time he doesn’t wear a shirt. Meaning when he holds you, he is a heater. Even if you sleep in a shirt or a long sleeve, you will feel his body heat through your shirt. 

If there is anything on your mind or his, now is a time you can speak about it. Unless it's super serious (which he would prefer to speak about when you two aren’t exhausted), he will listen to you for hours.

He will wait to make sure you fall asleep. He will sit and exhaust himself, no matter how tired he is, just to make sure you fall asleep peacefully. He also has a hand on you at all times - in your hair, softly tracing circles on your back, or holding your hand.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

If you two are good friends and start to become closer, he would tell you personal things. I don’t see him being the kind of person to keep everything in, but once he trusts you, he will spill out his feelings all the time. If you trust him with your personal things too, he’d be more inclined to reciprocate. Vulnerability scares him.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Wyatt can be uppity sometimes, but he tries his best to keep his cool. If he sees somebody he cares about get injured, he will get aggravated. Not in a scary or aggressive way, but more so out of pure worry. 

Confrontation can upset him easily, too. You can overhear him in his room arguing with BJ, and it takes him some time to cool off. When he’s feeling angry or upset, he usually doesn’t know how to deal with it in a healthy way, so he’ll find himself in his quarters alone or at the shooting range. You can try to approach him, but he will tell you politely that he needs time to himself. 

However, if you are ever injured, he wouldn’t know what to do. 

“A-are you crazy? You could’ve gotten yourself killed!” He crouches over you, holding onto both of your shoulders, his eyes wide with horror, betraying the anger his voice originally had. His hands shook slightly, and the more he spoke, his voice cracked, almost with fear. Fear he could’ve lost you, because you wanted to protect him. 

You laid on the concrete road, elbows scraped and covered in red. A panzerhund had run after Wyatt when he wasn't looking, and you instinctively moved in front of him and sprayed it with bullets. You killed it, but it still shoved you forward and slamming you against the hard ground. The sound of your yelps made Wyatts heart drop - his stomach sank. The sight of you sprawled out besides the robot made him almost throw up on the spot. Then he dashed towards you, furious. Furious that you did something so stupid, so utterly ridiculous. He could fight it off himself. He's strong enough - so why did you even think about doing that??

He wanted to scream at you for trying to protect him, and getting yourself hurt. But he couldn’t. His throat was full of needles, his fingers held onto your coat for dear life, and he just wanted to cry. 

“I’m okay Wyatt. Seriously, it’s just a scratch,” you compose yourself, trying to mask your stuttering from pain. He knows you’re in pain. You can’t hide it from him, and he presses a desperate kiss to your lips.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Remembers every small detail about anything you tell him. To your hobbies, your favorite CD, or the crevices in your hand, he knows it in the top of his head.

If he's under the influence of something, he won’t remember as well. 

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The first time you fixed his collar.

It's something so common and small. The first time your fingers touched his neck, lifted the white piece of fabric and folded them downward, it felt so familiar, and safe. You stepped back and gave him that soft smile that he loves so much,  and he thought his cheeks would get third degree burns.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

In a relationship way; he knows you would never cheat or betray his trust. So if he sees somebody interested in you, he knows you will tell them you happily have a boyfriend. If you were to get harassed or in an argument with someone else (regarding literally anything) he will not hesitate to step in immediately. Even if it's a close friend - if he hears something off putting he will check in to make sure everything's okay. 

Wyatt is a little too much of a meat shield on the field. He cares about you so much, and doesn't want to see you hurt. Ever. He gets very anxious that you might end up seriously injured or dead if you go on a mission, although he never ever stops you from doing them. He encourages you to go all out and do your best, and kill those nazis. His face lights up when he sees you enter through the door when you’re back.

He’s a strong man, physically and mentally. He’s been through a lot on the battlefield, so he will tell you not to stress about him. You both have an earpiece, so you can always communicate during missions. Simply just watch his back, give him call outs, and he’ll be safe - which you do anyway. 

Something he cannot protect himself from is himself. If he's spiraling and attempting to use drugs, protect him from himself. Hold him, hug him. If he pulls away from you, grab him by the shoulders and tell him to listen directly. His head is filled with thoughts at this moment, and the only thing that can calm him down is your physical touch. Hug and hold him softly, and throw both of your arms around his shoulders. When he buries his head in your neck, you can slowly try to talk to him. It will take him time to calm down, but it will always make it better after.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Goes all out! Wyatt will make and give you trinkets, small things he thinks you’ll like, and absolutely melts when you return the favor. When he can’t see you or hang out, he will leave things outside your door. Most common being J’s music CDs. 

Since the both of you live on the largest boat in the world in the middle of the ocean, buying gifts isn’t an option. However, that isn’t important to Wyatt. He prefers to make you one of a kind things, and pass down to you things of his he thinks you will appreciate having.

He also loved making things with you. He has been borrowing a member of the resistance's camera, and taking photos of you two. Reading a book on the couch in Sets lab, when you look really pretty, or the two of you on the empire state building before hell breaks loose. He loves taking pictures and scrapbooking with you.

The two of you have a running joke about taking random things home from missions, like a souvenir. Most recently, from breaking into the Nazi headquarters.

“Why is this on your desk?” Anya questioned, picking up the object.

“Oh yeah, Y/N told me it looked like me, so I took it.”

“Wyatt, it’s a doorknob.”

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not too concerned, but his literal description says “always clean-shaven”. I don't think he cares more about what he wears but how he presents himself. He definitely prefers to dress nicely. 

I don’t see him as too insecure about the scar on the side of his face. It kind of just became a part of him. However, if you did press tons of kisses onto his cheeks, he would melt.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He's definitely missing a personal part of him. His father hated him, his mother died by suicide - he only considered William and the resistance his “family”. If you two started a relationship together. He would never be able to forget you. ever. I also believe this would be the first relationship he’s been in. He might’ve had one or two that only lasted a few days back in middle school, but you’re his first for everything. 

That being said, if you’re gone for short periods of time he would be okay. He understands. Being a part of the American resistance is a risk, and you aren't going to be together 100% of the time. If you’re gone for a while or spontaneously with a goodbye, he might spiral and get very stressed. He isn’t somebody that wants to depend on someone for everything, but he can’t help but love you so much.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Yellow is his favorite color. Not a vibrant yellow like the sun, or the bright gold petals of a sunflower - a soft, very candle light yellow is his favorite. Although he’s constantly covered in the color green, he loves the color. It’s calming and pretty.

This shade of yellow can also be found in sunsets. Since everybody's always in the boat,  he hasn't been above deck since the death of Caroline, and being up there without a mission purpose would make his heart break. 

The first time you both headed up onto deck, and watched the sunset – listening to the water crashing against the ship, the orange and cream colors mixing together as the sun dipped under the water. That moment will always be engraved in his mind. Although you’ve done it only a handful of times, he will continue to take you up there and watch the stars come out. 

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Swearing. I know it's something small but please don't excessively curse around him. In certain circumstances it's okay, like him almost getting mauled by a panzerhund. But if you’re going to throw in the f word unrationalized? Yeah he might tell you nicely to watch your words. 

Even during intimate times, he doesn’t like cursing and it makes him feel bad. His mother probably made him wash his mouth out with soap if he swore. 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Sleeps on his side and cuddles a pillow. Can fall asleep anywhere though. In the old resistance base, he’s slept at his desk before, and slept god knows where when he was imprisoned. He could sleep anywhere, but would prefer sleeping on a bed.

I don't see him as much of a roller. If you’re sleeping with him, he’d either spoon you from behind and not let you move the entire night, or you hold onto him and he’s frozen. But he is always holding onto something when he sleeps.

You crashed on the couch, closing your eyes. It had been a few hours since the latest mission. it wasn't stressful, and unfortunately you couldn't slaughter any nazis. However, carrying supplies back to the ship was enough to exhaust anybody, especially in the cold weather.

Your aching back was pressed against the armrest of the soft gray couch, and you rested on your cheek on the backrest, practically sitting in the fetal position. You didn't feel like going to your room just yet - the bar was always loud, and this couch was always occupied by resistance members. Right now was the only time you could chill down here, as nobody is ever up this late. The silence was comforting and calm. There was nothing to worry about - nothing to hurt you. Just you in an empty room, lounging on the best piece of furniture onboard.

Shutting your eyes, your mind focuses on the ambient sound of the air conditioning. Every few moments the vents would tap, and slowly it started to pull you to sleep. Until the door near the bar opened and your nap was interrupted.

You sigh at the sound of the metal creaking.

"There you are, I was looking all over for you!" the boy in the green sweater exclaimed. He smiled softly and made his way to you.

"Hi Wyatt," turning your head towards him, "Why are you up so late? Isn't everybody asleep?" you asked, raising your eyebrows.

He sat a few inches away from you, making the couch dip a bit in his direction. He scratches his ear before facing you.

"I walked past your room and you weren't there, so I just wanted," he stutters a bit, pausing to look at the wall, "to make sure you know.. you didn’t get kidnapped or anything."

You giggled at this comment, and he stared at the bags underneath your eyes. He looked tired too, as his blinking was inconsistent and he yawned frequently.

"I just wanted a break from resting in my room. You don't need to worry at all," you smile softly. It was sweet how much he cared about everybody - he truly was a teamplayer.

"I know. This isn't where we usually sit though, so I got nervous when I couldn’t find you in your room," Wyatt's hands find his lap and he starts to bounce his left leg.

You look towards him to respond, but the moment your eyes meet his, he looks away from you.

Feeling guilty about not telling him about where you were, you muttered, "I'm sorry if I upset you.” Pausing, you smile and say, "Isn't it nice down here when you know, Grace and William aren't being obnoxious dorks?"

“When are they never?” The two of you laugh together, and he scootches closer to you. His right thigh was now pressed against yours gently, and you could feel the warmth radiating off it.

Your breath hitches. Yes you two were close friends, a little “too close”. But touching you while you two were alone? It makes your stomach fuzzy. It's different than draping his arm over your shoulder, as you tell stories and laugh with Grace and Set. He's hugged you, cuddled, and comforted you in private before. but it felt different this time. It made your mind foggy and your heart beat faster.

"The silence is a bit nice, when it is just us though," he slightly adjusts his leg, making the feeling in your stomach greater.

"That's why I started sitting down here past eleven, no one's ever down here." You giggle nervously, trying to ease the awkwardness between you two.

"Let's start hanging out here then."

“Yeah, like nobody's ever in this room during the day.”

-

As the two of you continue to chat about where to sit tomorrow, he yawns and rubs his eyes.

"Why are you up so late anyway? I thought you go to sleep at what, 9?" you question him. You slowly scoot yourself closer as you ask him, and you're leaning against him now. The sudden contact has him visually startled, as he swallows slowly and struggles to get words out of his mouth.

"I'm not tired."

"Oh yeah totally," you raise an eyebrow. "You are the number one rule follower here, and last time I checked you would leave game night early because you had to sleep."

He thinks of an excuse, blurting out, "I didn't want to listen to a drunk William for another hour."

You giggle, "Sureeee.." facing him again, something bothered him. He stares down at the tile floor, looking at the blurred reflection of himself and you.

"You know Y/N I just.." he pauses. You listen to him shifting your leg so you're touching him more.

He stares at you for a second, a slight pink dusting his cheeks. His breath hitches, and he looks at you.

"Ever since Caroline died, we never shut her bedroom door."

“What do you mean?” you asked, confused. Could he be worried about you getting killed overnight? And him having no knowledge about it until the next morning? It was an incredibly odd statement.

He sighs, pressing his palms to his forehead. “I have been having these god awful nightmares every single night. About you dying, about William and Grace never coming back home, Anya getting killed, I..” he exhales loudly and sighs.

Your heart drops, and you start to frown. You subconsciously lean into him even more, and his breath hitches as he realizes you're completely pressed against the side of him. He feels hot to touch.

"I’m so sorry Wyatt. You can always talk to me about anything. I promise. " His fingers were brushing through his hair nervously, and he started bouncing his leg even more.

"Y/N.” “Yes?” He looks incredibly conflicted on what words to say.

“Last week, you were with Anya breaking into the headquarters, I thought that would be the last time I would see you," he whispers the last part. He notices a strand of hair on your face, and oh how desperately he wants to tuck it behind your ear.

You open your mouth to respond, but he wraps his arms around you, enveloping you completely and burying his face in your shoulder. No words fall out of your mouth.

You hold him back,feeling the softness of his sweater. After a few seconds, you remove your right hand from his back, and brush your hand through his brown locks. You could've sworn you saw tears in his eyes.

"First Klaus then Caroline and now.. Y/N I don’t know what I’d do," he pulls his head up and looks into your eyes. Your hands find his scarred cheek, softly holding onto both sides of his face.

“Shh, it's okay. It’s all gonna be alright, Wyatt. I promise.”

The room was comfortably quiet. The air conditioner still made the tapping noise every once in a while, but your breathing made it inaudible. Exhaling slowly, and gently massaging the scar on his face, you whisper, "I'm not going anywhere, Probst” He could feel the warmth of your breath on his scarred face and his eyes light up as you call him by his first name; that was the first time he was called that directly in a long time.

Raising his hand to your cheek, he pushes that strand of hair behind your ear, letting his hand linger on your jawline.

"We’ll get through this mess together," he tried to lighten up the mood, but the creaking in his voice made him sound on the verge of tears.

You look into sky blue eyes, and his gaze softened in return, eyebrows relaxed. You wanted to pour your feelings out right then at that moment, but it's not the best time.

Instead you hug him once more, enveloping him in your arms as you nuzzle yourself in the side of him. You rest your head on the side of his chest, feeling the soft green fabric against your cheek and he runs his fingers through your hair. You hear the sound of his heart thumping, and his chest slowly moves up and down as he breathes. His breathing was like white noise, making you slowly shut your eyes.

You were safe. Safe in his arms, safe from all the terror in the world. There was nothing that could harm you. No Deathshead or Engel, nothing that could hurt you right now.

I was glued into one spot on the carpet of Wyatt’s room, surrounded by tons of small and tiny pictures littered around on the floor.  I adjust my posture slightly, leaning forward into the filling bin and rummaging through the hundred photographs smushed together. There were about fifteen bins filled completely with photographs, and other relics of the past. Some were found in destroyed and abandoned homes, and some were other resistance members’.

That’s what led us here - going through the bin mixed with Blazkowicz and Wyatts photographs. Earlier in the evening, a conversation we had earlier led me to convince Wyatt to go grab them from storage, and we could go through them, and find old memories of the past. 

Taking a stack, I flip through the photographs to see if I find anything - until I find a medium-sized one, which was stuck to the glossy side of another photograph. It was a group of boys, gathered together, all dressed in military uniforms with their arms wrapped around each other's shoulders.

“Who are they?” I face Wyatt, criss-crossed in front of me, dozens of photographs surrounding him on the carpet and littered in his lap. His jacket is discarded somewhere on the floor, leaving him in just his solid green sweater. His blue eyes meet mine, then stare at the picture.

“That’s my old group, back at home,” his eyes turned back to his lap, searching for a picture. He picks up one to his far left, stacked neatly in a pile. He holds it out to me. “The boy on the left is Jim. Next to him, Thomas,” I accept the photo, studying their faces. It’s all in black and white, as all of them are. I compare the two photographs side by side, finding each boy in the other picture. “That’s Mike right there,” he leans over, pointing at the man with slicked hair and tons of freckles. “And that’s Dave,” the guy on the far right, with his jacket collar slightly messed up.

“Are you in any of these?” I ask.

“Yeah, in a couple others. I took most of those pictures,” he retracts back, holding the stack of photographs in his hand, discarding the ones he is not looking for on the carpet like poker cards. He slides two in his lap, returning the remaining ones on the carpet. “This is us all on the first day I volunteered,” he held it out to me. I don’t know if he wants me to take it from him, or just look at it, so I scoot closer, sitting on my shins fully. There were the same two boys before; Thomas and Mike, both surrounding Wyatt. Gosh they all looked so young - how long ago was this? I really wanted to ask more questions. 

“What happened to them?”

 “Are they alive?” 

“What were they like?”

But I keep my mouth shut. I wouldn’t want to push this any further. It's insensitive to do so. If he wants to speak about it, he can. I don’t push him. 

He notices the usual look of me pondering, painted across my face. His eyes meet mine again, voice slightly cracking. 

“I don’t know if they survived the bombing. When I was put with Blazkowicz’s group, I never spoke to, or saw them again.” His eyes flicker to the burgundy carpet, and he places the photo back neatly in the stacked pile. 

“I’m sorry, Wyatt.” It comes out in a soft whisper. I mean it. Truly. War does that to people, people you love, hate or loathe.  You see them once, then never again. If they truly aren’t alive, there are at least two living people who can continue to know the memory of them and remember. That’s all that matters. 

He sighs, looking up at me, his eyes glossy. I debated crawling over and giving him a hug, but he opened his mouth, continuing to talk. “Please, you have nothing to be sorry about,” he’s back to grabbing a handful of photos and sorting them on the floor. “They all went west days before it happened, so they might still be alive,” his face shows something else; sadness? Hopeless? He knows the truth. But he refuses to believe it. Maybe they could still be alive, out there, hiding as civilians, planning their own resistance somewhere. 

I find another photo of Wyatt and the boys, hidden under another old photograph. I pass it to him, which he gladly accepts, and tells me, “thank you.” 

“If they are, do you think they’re plotting the same revolution as us?” I don’t know if I should’ve said that - just let the conversation die until we naturally find something else to talk about. But we’re going through hundreds of photos of people who are dead, so I think the conversation is going to be grim no matter the topic. 

The corner of his lips curve into a slight smile, “There’s a lot of people planning something.” 

He was right. Caroline started the Kreisau Circle. Then Grace Walker, found people in the rumbles and remains of New York city, and created her own resistance group. Who else could be out there? Planning the same thing as us?