You Guys Got Any Headcanons On The Friend Group (Paul, Kat, Albert, Tjaden, Franz, And Ludwig) If They

you guys got any headcanons on the friend group (Paul, Kat, Albert, Tjaden, Franz, and Ludwig) if they were in modern times???

What happened to Disaster boot account on TikTok??? Their edits were amazing!

Albrecht Schuch and his roles over the years

Systemsprenger (2019)

Funeral for a Dog (2022 - ...)

Lieber Thomas (2021)

Bad Banks (2018 - ...)

Berlin Alexanderplatz (2020)

I most likely will. 😅

So a made some All Quiet on the Western Front memes because I couldn't sleep...

I can't wait! 😵‍💫

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Forest

Stanislaus Katczinsky X f!reader

Part 2

Warnings: NSFW, smut, fluff, family problems, age gap, mention of death and war.

Summary: You're a sister of the little boy who kills Stanislaus in the movie, but this time you're here and you try to stop your brother.

A/N: I wrote this like a month ago just for myself but after a while I decided to post it somewhere. It's my first fanfiction ever and my English isn't the best so... Enjoy. :)

Word count: 1,3k

You followed your brother's steps though the forest. Every step you took left a crack sound on the frozen ground. You were aware of what he's about to do and the only thing you had on your mind was that he can't end up like the animals all around you. War destroys people. It stains their souls. It destroys innocence. Take husbands, sons, brothers and father's from their families. And your brother will soon became one of the destroyed people. A murderer. You understood why the two soldiers did what they did. Desperate people do desperate things. But everyone was suffering, not only soldiers in trenches, but civilians too.

You haven't heard a shot yet, at least not a close one. So it's not too late, there's still time to fix things. You took you few more steps before you saw your brother. He wasn't facing you, but you could see he was holding a rifle he took before and was aiming with it at someone. You recognized him, he was the older soldier from the couple who's stolen your goose and eggs. He was unarmed and seemed resigned to his fate. The plan was clear - no one will be hurt. You slowly walked to your brother and without a word carefully placed hand on his shoulder. The kid stood still with dead look on his face constantly aiming at the man. You glanced over the soldier who was now looking at you. You had to think quicky, if your brother shoot, he'll have blood on his hands forever but also the other soldier is probably somewhere around and the shot will only provoke him to start looking for his friend. You leaned forward to be close to your brother's ear and whispered:

“Klaus,” you paused for a moment, forming words in your head, “if you shoot him the other one will came here and shoot both of us without hesitation.” The little shit didn't react at all. “Think, we'll have better chance when they'll be together. We don't even know where the other one is or if there isn't more of them.”

Your brother was thinking for a moment but then he lowered the rifle. “Father needs your help, go back home. I'm right behind you.” You carefully took the gun from his hands. He turned around and ran away. Unlike you, he was your daddy's little boy and Klaus always did everything to please his father.

You turned around facing the older man, still with the gun in hands. He seemed a bit relieved now but then he straighten again as you aimed at him. The silence was worse than all the shots and bangs both of you knew very well.

“What's your name?” you called his direction.

“Stanislaus.” he answered after a while.

“Is your little friend somewhere around?”

He probably shouldn't answer but when someone is pointing with a gun at you, you can't dare to do stupid things. “He's outside the forest waiting for me. He's unarmed like me, we didn't came here to hurt you.”

“You've already hurt us enough.” you shouted back. You felt the anger boiling in your veins and before you realised it, your finger took place on the trigger. The older man probably didn't see you as much of a threat as he saw your brother because he slowly started to approach you with his hands in the air showing he's not an enemy to you. But he is and you knew it. You froze in your place, trying to find the courage and pull the trigger, but shooting him would make everything worse. He stopped few steps from you, your eyes studying his body language expecting him to do something bad to you. The older man's hand slowly reached out for the weapon, his eyes not leaving yours as your grab eased and a big hand slowly took the gun from your shaky hands and threw it away, your heart was racing. This is wrong really wrong. You should've just shot him and run away. Your family would probably compliment you for killing their enemy. It would be a nice feeling to finally feel like you're actually someone to your family and not just a burden. Tears started filling your eyes as you thought about it, you tried to hide it with your hand. But right now it was just two people who had lost a lot facing each other, not knowing what will happen next. Stanislaus had to notice your sudden change of mood, because he came closer and, after a short hesitation, wrapped his arms around you, pressing you on his chest. You collapsed on your knees and he followed, you placed your hands on his chest. He put his hand on the side of your head and let it rest on his shoulder as you cried your eyes out.

Moments later you put yourself back to face the older man, still locked in his arms. You were finally able to see him properly, his thick moustache, cap on his head, his lips and beautiful blue eyes that were studying your face. Before you knew it your lips were pressing on his and soft moan formed in his throat as a result of a shock and slight arousal. His reaction was like an invitation for you to do more, you put his cap off his head and ran your fingers though his hair. His body was reacting positively to your touch and his hands were now placed on your hips squeezing them a little. The warmth of your bodies in a cold forest, the war all around you, you didn't care about right now because all your senses were focused on him, his touch and kisses making you melt on his lap. His lips moved to your neck leaving marks on it. You couldn't help yourself but moan. But this wasn't enough, you wanted to feel him, really feel him. Don't you deserve it? Don't both of you deserve it? A moment of pleasure in a world full of dying?

You started lifting your skirt up, he quickly understood what you want to do and started unzipping his pans, his dick was already painfully hard. Stanislaus skilfully helped you with your soaked up underwear, leaving you with bare crotch on his lap. He paused for a moment and focused on your face wait for a consent, you quickly nodded. He smiled, it wasn't a smirk but a warm smile that made you feel safer. He finally entered you, stretching you out as you slowly moved your hips down. When you were finally full of him, you couldn't help yourself but laugh. He laughed too but after a while he broke it with a harsh kiss. Your minds and bodies were drugged with pleasure. It was beautiful.

You were too busy with fucking that old man to think about all the bad things your family would do to you if they saw this scene - you shamelessly riding an enemy soldier who's old enough to be your father in the middle of a forest right after he robbed your family.

His fingers found their place on your clit, gently rubbing circles on it. After a while you could feel yourself getting closer. His free hand started squeezing your breast under fabric, it was enough to send you over the age. Stanislaus moans were getting louder as well, suddenly he quickly lifted you and pulled himself out, leaving hot drops of cum on your lower abdomen. Still heavily breathing both of you buried your faces in the other's shoulder.

“Kat!?” unfamiliar voice echoed through the forest making you jump a little.

“That's Paul, he probably started looking for me.”

Stanislaus softly kissed your forehead and handed you your underwear. When both of you were fully dressed and cleaned up, it was time fo say goodbye.

You kissed him on his soft lips for one last time. You probably won't see him ever again. Stanislaus and you walked different directions trying to find some excuses for what you have been doing the whole time.

(I also may do another part.)