Generation Kill BINGO

GenKill Bingo: Brad/Nate + shopping

The apocalypse started on a Tuesday. In retrospect, Brad should have seen it coming but frankly he had been distracted by the fact that Nate asked him to move into his suburban Virginian town home with him. Brad had been so distracted, in fact, that he’d proceeded to spend the entire weekend before the apocalypse between the sheets with Nate, doing completely unspeakable things to him, instead of watching the news and worrying about procuring the essentials necessary to survive a deadly disease outbreak. It wasn’t every weekend that he announced his retirement from the Corps, so Brad really couldn’t blame himself too harshly for the oversight.

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Bingo!

Brad/Poke: Caught Red-Handed

Brad/Nate/Ray: BDSM

Nate/Ray: Free Space

Brad/Ray: Full Moon

Wynn/Fick: Cross-Dressing

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Gen Kill Bingo: Nate/Ray, Free Space

THAT’S A BINGO, FOLKS. With a whole day to spare! :D Technically this fills the free space on my bingo card, but shout out to @astreetsussserenade for helping me settle on a prompt when I wasn’t sure what vibe to go for. She suggested sneaking around, oblivious, leaving notes or caught red handed. I feel like at least a couple of those come into play here….

“Oh hey, before I forget—”

Ray pulled away from the kiss, which proved to be more challenging than he would have expected. He was caught between the couch cushions and Nate’s body, and their legs were intertwined, and Nate’s arms were bracketing his head, so he really didn’t have much space to maneuver in. He succeeded by allowing his whole body to go limp, with his head flopping back against the couch.

“What?” Nate asked in a breathy voice. Ray poked him in the chest.

“We can not tell Brad.”

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Brad/Nate + Proposal

Nate wasn’t sure why he was nervous, considering Brad had been spending all his leave at Nate’s since the start of their relationship. They had weathered many bad days, and both of them were comfortable saying I Love You, at least when no one else could hear them. They had even talked about the future before, and how neither of them wanted to be anywhere else.

But this was different. What Nate would be asking Brad for was something bigger, something much more public. Something that was decidedly not Brad’s style. But it was 2015, and the Supreme Court had just changed the world. Nate had never wanted something so badly in his life, even compared to how much he had wanted to be a recon marine.

As he leaned against the sink in the men’s bathroom and waited for Ray and Brad, he thought about the times he and Brad had talked about marriage in the past.

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GenKill Bingo: Reporter + Morning

01.

It started while he was still in Iraq. The nightmares. The days started to run together and he totally lost all semblance of a normal sleeping pattern, and it became more and more difficult to fall asleep. He had finally drifted off that evening, jammed into the backseat of the humvee, when a loud bang off in the distance shook the humvee. His body tossed and turned, and he felt more than saw a huge wall of waves crash into his body over and over again. But he couldn’t escape the water, no matter where he ran. He didn’t see anywhere to run, and there was no one to call out for. He felt helpless and alone.

Until a pair of strong hands shook him awake.

“Reporter! Man, I’ve been shouting at you for like 10 minutes. You seriously need to keep it together.”

Ray was standing outside the humvee looking down at him with his eyebrows raised, clearly concerned. Evan sat up, confused and disoriented. The humvee door was flung open, and he could see Trombley and Colbert peering over Ray’s shoulder at him. Even though it was dark, he could see their grim expressions.

“Why, what was I doing?”

“You were shouting, saying we were all going to drown.”

Shit.

“I’m sorry everyone,” he mumbled.

He was more embarrassed than anything, but he couldn’t fall back asleep until the pinks and oranges of the rising sun broke over the desert.

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Gen Kill Bingo: A skunk by any other name

Prompt: Ray + Perfume or cologne

Behind the cut for canon typical slurs, language.

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GenKill Bingo: Doc Bryan + First Date

It was sort of like a modified truth or dare. Of course Ray had started it, and Rudy had said it was a good idea. Something to keep their minds off of all the shit. Most of 2nd Platoon was squatting in a huge knitting circle by Ice Man’s humvee, listening or jeering when appropriate.

Tim absolutely 100% did not want to contribute. No matter how much shit Ray and the guys gave him. He was a private guy, first of all. Second of all, once you started talking about back home, you’d start associating it with the fucking desert, and why the fuck would anyone want to do that?

“Fuck, doc. We know you had one. The devil dogs are all fuckin’ hot,” Ray joked as he elbowed Tim in the ribs.

“We don’t even care if it was a dude, dude. It’s just that it’s your turn,” Q-Tip said, his legs crossed under him like he was a kid in some kindergarten class.

“Look y’all, as fun as this has been, I’m going to catch some shut eye,” Tim said as an excuse to make his exit. He stalked back to his own tent, annoyed that everyone else had been willing to share so much about themselves. They were in a fucking war, and he was still working on his resistance ‘stache, and he wasn’t going to let himself be lulled into some false sense of comfort. Hell, he had up and joined the Navy and traveled halfway around the world to get away from his hometown, so why talk about it now?

However, as soon as he got back to his tent, all he could think about was the proverbial elephant in the room.

His very first, very disastrous date.

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Bingo 2: The Son of Bingo

1) BradNate + Roomates

2) Qtip + Vulnerability

3) Ray Person + Perfume or cologne

4) BradNateRay + Makeover

5) NateRay + Cuddling

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GenKill Bingo: Bradnateray + Makeover

In my head, this is a follow up to the fic I wrote where Brad and Nate pick up Ray at a wedding, but it also stands alone. It’s under the cut for canon appropriate slurs and swearing.

From: Ray Person

To: Brad Colbert

Subject: I Fucked Up

But it totally wasn’t as bad as the thing you thought when you read the subject line, so keep that in mind while you’re sharpening whatever medieval torture devices you ordered off of eBay this time, you sick motherfucker.

You remember the last time you were here and you left me your credit card information to order a pizza while you went on a beer run because Nate wouldn’t get his lazy ass out of bed? Well it turns out I memorized it. I tried to tell you that you shouldn’t leave me to my own devices when I was sex-drunk, but you told me you weren’t in the mood for my bullshit, which, by the way, you’re never in the mood, so I don’t know why you bother.

Brad laughed to himself. Not being in the mood had not been what Ray was complaining about the last time they’d visited.

You just made a sex joke, didn’t you? Seriously,that is some low hanging fruit. Even I am above that joke. Even Trombley is above that joke.

Anyway, when I was actually drunk last night I might have used your credit card to buy Nate a new wardrobe.

Brad choked on his cofee. Whatever he’d expected Ray to admit to doing with his credit card, clothes shopping was definitely not it.

In my defense, Nate’s wardrobe is a fucking crime. He’s the dirtiest motherfucker I have ever had the pleasure of servicing and he dresses like he walked into Dads ‘R Us and purchased everything in his size in the color blue. It’s a nightmare.

Upon reflection, Nate did wear a lot of blue. Brad hadn’t noticed it before, but now that Ray pointed it out, it was true.

He’s walking around in khaki shorts that the pastor at my mother’s church would deem “too conservative” and if a trailer-park living, kumbaya singing Baptist won’t wear them, then what the fuck is Nate doing?

I am like 90% sure that the last time I visited him someone mistook him for an actual Mormon. A Mormon, Brad! Does he just not know? Does he enjoy walking around looking like the fresh meat in every single porn dedicated to wrecking some underage virgin? Does he not know that there are colors other than blue? Is he allergic to patterns? Is he just pretending to be the Virgin Mary every fucking time he gets dressed in the morning?

And how have you let this go on so long? I mean, you are a hopeless case clotheswise, but at least your complete lack of fashion sense is true to form. Your clothes say exactly what you want them to, specifically that the rest of the world can fuck right off.

The shit is being shipped to you, so you can return it if you want, but if you at least keep the black v neck and convince Nate to wear it, I will give you the sloppiest blow job you can imagine next time I visit, if you even still need a reward, which I don’t think you will once you see him in any of it.

BINGO!

Hey! I did a thing.

1) Vulnerability

2) Soul Mates

3) Transformation

4) Rivalry

5) Sharing a bed

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Gen Kill Bingo: NateRay + Cuddling

This is sappy af. I have no regrets

One of the reasons Ray loved Nate Fick was that when he came home from work and found Ray sitting on the floor in between their bed and the wall in a pile of blankets and laundry, he didn’t immediately assume it was some PTSD psycho thing.

Instead, he looked down at Ray and said “Cool fort. Can I come in?”

Ray scoffed, “Look again, this is clearly a nest, motherfucker.”

Ray had come into the bedroom with every intention of putting away the clean laundry that he’d dumped on their bed this morning, when he’d noticed the book Nate was reading on Nate’s nightstand. The bits Nate had told him about had sounded interesting, so he picked it up and opened to a random page.

It was interesting, and soon Ray had sunk to the floor, engrossed. After a bit, he realized he was uncomfortable, so he reached up to pull down a pillow. Some of the laundy had fallen when he’d reached up, so he’d used it as a backrest. It had to be washed again anyway, didn’t it?

Anyway, one thing had led to another and now three pillows, their comforter, a sheet and most of the laundry were arranged around him to create the perfect reading spot.

Nate kicked off his shoes and crawled in, using his arms to rearrange the fabric until he had a suitable pillow. He sprawled out as best he could.

“There are socks in your nest, did you know that?”

Ray ignored him.

“Also, you stole my book.”

Ray put his entire hand over Nate’s face, “Shhhh. You’re so fucking spoiled. You come home from work and find clean laundry and this sweet-ass nest, and all you do is bitch because you don’t like my building materials and I happen to be reading a book that maybe I found on your side of the bed. You can’t own literature, Nate. It belongs to the people.”

Nate raised an unimpressed eyebrow. Okay, so usually it was Ray trying to distract Nate from his reading, but Ray didn’t see how that was relevant to their immediate situation. If he didn’t pull Nate out of his books sometimes, Nate would probably never see the sun again, and then he’d get rickets, and die, so basically Ray was doing him a favor.

“How far did you get?” Nate asked. Ray showed him the page, and he nodded. “Read it to me.”

Ray resisted the command for a moment, on principle, but it was a logical way to keep Nate from ruining nest time with more observations.

Ray shifted his legs, trying to reclaim some of the territory he’d lost to Nate. Nate was unavoidable in the small space, so Ray changed strategies and sprawled his legs over Nate’s prone torso. Interlopers in the nest did not require consideration.

Ray read a chapter or two out loud with his fingers stroking through Nate’s hair, Nate’s arm wrapped around Ray’s legs. After that, it was clear that Nate was dozing off, so Ray began reading silently again.

After a few minutes of silence, Nate murmured, eyes still closed, “We could win gold.”

“What?”

“If they had cuddling Olympics,” Nate said into Ray’s thigh “we could win gold. We’re good at this.”

“The cuddling Olympics?” Ray was aghast at this soppy fucker, or wanted to be. The warmth in his chest was not because he thought this was charming. He probably just had heartburn.

“Yeah, we could get points for coziness. Interesting positioning. For building a nest. It would be good.”

“You are a Marine officer,” Ray said, “this is disgraceful.”

“A Marine officer who deserves a gold medal,” Nate said, and then promptly fell the rest of the way asleep.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Generation Kill Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Evan Stafford, Nate Fick, Mike Wynn, John Christeson Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy Summary:

Evan had stepped forward on impulse to save the man’s life. He hadn’t planned on signing up for months of fighting to save an entire country, but here he was.

Gen Kill Bingo Prompt: Qtip +Transformation

Nate is full of stupidly noble self-sacrifice. Evan is full of magic and doubt. Mike is determined not to let any of these idiots kill themselves or plunge the country into ruin, and John is full of placid good cheer. This is my first au, my longest fic ever and I still don’t know how it happened, but I love it and I hope you will too.

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Gen Kill Bingo: Qtip + Soulmate

Spoiler alert: They’re all soul mates. Every single dang one of them.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Ray is taking a break, trying to get his shit together, and his new routine includes visiting the same coffee shop every Sunday. And he’s doing okay, until Walt Hasser shows up.

Written for the 10 year anniversary of Generation Kill Bingo. The bingo prompt was Ray/Walt: “coffee shop.”

Rated Teen for some homophobic language.

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Generation KIll Prompt Bingo Coming out / OT3 Mike / Nate / Ray

No Vegans allowed

“Ray Why am I standing in front of your building with a six pack of the domestic swill you so love only to informed you don’t live here anymore” Brads looked at the apartment building like it was the cause of all the worlds ill.

“Oh Hey Iceman your back” Ray’s voice sounded surprised with a hint of humour

“Yes Ray, it was an inevitability that I would be back, Where are you?”

Brad could hear Ray talking to someone in the background “ Oh yeah I moved out of there about 6 months ago,

“Are you going to tell me where you live or am I going to just stand here like an idiot”

“Ah yeah Ok, umm look I am kind of in a relationship now,” Ray hesitates before going on “It’s serious and we live together”

“Please tell me you did not knock up one of your Trailer park lolitas Ray?” Brad sighed wondering what type of woman Ray would have gotten serious over.

Ray lets out a peal of raucous laughter “No man I did not knock anyone up, it’s just complicated that’s all”

“Tell me, Ray, you are not shacked up with an Officers wife and said Officer is hunting you down”

“No not quite, but close in a weird way” Ray rambled off an address it was down the coast a small beachside town not far.

Brad stowed the six pack back into his gear sack and got on his bike, why the hell was Ray being so secretive, normally when he got laid or crushed on a girl everyone got told in full technicolour detail, it was not like Ray to be circumspect and vague.

He had been gone two years, and it seemed like everything had changed, Poke had kept him updated with a steady stream of emails and letters , but at no time had he mentioned anything about Ray finding someone, this was the sort of news Poke normally liked to share the man was at heart of a gossipy housewife.

Pulling up to the small beachside house Brad had to admit Ray had found himself a perfect place, set back from the beach nestled amongst the dunes the house sat by itself no close neighbours the small dirt road that led to it well maintained., A battered old land rover parked next to a newer golf and peeking out from under a tarp Brad could see Rays pride and joy his 1970s Trans Am.

The front of the house had a large veranda and Brad noticed the large comfortable looking wicker lounge taking pride of place, Ray was standing in front of it a glass of something in his hand “Bradley”

“Person” Brad took a good look at Ray as he walks toward the veranda, it’s been two years since he had seen him. Ray looked healthy, there was a colour to his face and an energy to him that was not because of Ripped Fuel,

“You actually look good Ray, life away from the Corps agreeing with you” Brad reached out to shake Ray’s hand but the hand was ignored as Ray stepped in and hugged him. Brad stood stiffly for a moment but then relaxed into the hug

“Missed you too big guy, and yeah got my brains back started school, fell in love all the good shit dude” Ray smiled bright and warm

Ray led Brad inside the house, Brad noted with approval that it was not furnished in what Brad thought of as Rays Aesthetic mess meets disaster zone, but with an odd mix of old and new furniture that blended in with each other the walls decorated in prints and old movie posters

There was a reading nook off to one side of the lounge its space filled with books and a small desk, signs of someone having been studying there by the open books and laptop running. Two guitars lay propped on stands Brad recognised the seafoam green fender, Ray’s baby he took better care of that guitar than himself, the other guitar was not one that Brad recognised as rays it was a Gibson 335, not one he could see Ray owning.

Ray smirked noticing Brad scoping out the house, and its contents “Come through to the kitchen man, got a fresh pot on, or a cold beer if you want? “

“Beer sounds good, so I get to meet this mystery significant other soon” Brad sat down at the large table

Ray went to the fridge rummaging about coming back with two bottles of beer, “Um yeah about that, they will be back soon” Ray fidgeted with the label of the bottle not looking at Brad

“Look, dude, you are my best friend you probably know more about me than even my mom, but “, Ray broke of speaking looking up at the ceiling “why is this so fucking hard”

“Ray unless you have started a relationship with Griego “ Both men shuddered at that image Or god forbid some tofu eating, chia swilling college liberal, I am not going to pass judgement”

“umm but what if it were a dude, well dudes plural” Ray ducks his head staring intently at the bottle in his hands

Brad opens his mouth to speak then shuts it “your involved with two guys, like at the same time. This boggles the mind Ray, first question since when are you gay, too, how the hell do you get involved with two guys, do they know about each other or are you fucking around behind their backs because that is just wrong Ray even if they are liberal vegans with a strange taste in men“

“Jesus fuck Brad that is like a years worth of words you used there, one I am Bi have been since I noticed that both boys and girls make little Ray all tingly , two Fuck you if you think I would fuck around on someone behind their back, not everyone is out to fuck their partners over like she did to you and the three of us are living together, a relationship, in love and fucking”

Brad held his hands up smiling “Hey Ray calm down, I don’t actually care who you are involved with, no wait that is a lie you date a vegan and I will in no way support that “

Ray let out a relieved sigh “ Don’t worry they both are big carnivores, no vegan leanings in either one, though one has developed an unhealthy obsession with Kale, I mean who eats that shit”

“Ray “ Brad interjected hoping to cut Ray off from a tangent “So when do I get to meet them, I am not signing off on anything till I do Ray” Brad smirked

“Umm soon, they wanted me to text them its ok, look dude you have to promise that you are not going to go all weird right, “ Ray asked emphatically

“Weird?”

“You know go hide under a car and not talk to anybody for hours”

“Ray are you never going to let that go “

“Not in this lifetime Bradley” Ray pulled out his phone and typed a quick text, a few seconds later his phone pinged “they will be here in a minute, remember no weird shit and if your a good boy Ray Ray may have a bottle of Lagavulin hidden in the house somewhere for you”

“Your bribery is acceptable Ray” Brad hid a smirk behind his hand Rays nervousness was actually kind of sweet in a very Ray way and he had to admit he was curious about who these men were, to have evoked such a protective side of Ray

Brad heard the front screen bang open and a muffled curse Brads eyes opened in surprise when Nates’ head peered around the door “All Ok”

Brad looked on in surprise as Nate came into the room walking up to Ray and wrapping him in a hug, “You two play nice “

Nate looked over at Brad giving him a challenging look at the same time hugging Ray tighter “ “Yeah he was more worried I had hooked up with either Griego or a Liberal “

Brad shook his head “you two are dating “, he waved his hand between the two of them “I thought you said there was a third member to this improbable situation”

“There is but he got stuck carrying the groceries in” came a deep voice from the door , Brad turned to see Mike standing in the kitchen door arms full of groceries it took a minute for Brad to register that the smiling bearded man was their Gunny, he looked relaxed, young and the fond look he fixed Nate and Ray with made Brad feel like he was intruding

Nate had not moved from his place arms still wrapped loosely around Ray’s waist, “I just wanted to make sure Ray was OK, No offence Brad but none of us was sure how you would take this” Nate fixed Brad with a firm look,

Ray reached up and patted Nates cheek “I told you he would be fine with it “

Mike snorted as he moved into the kitchen, passing Ray he ducked his head and rubbed his beard against Ray’s neck absently, “Told you, you worry too much”

Nate sighed looking over towards Brad “ Well one of us has too”

Brad could see the set of Nate’s shoulders he was still feeling worried and while Mike looked relaxed as he put away the groceries he could see the occasional worried glance he would throw at Ray.

Brad cleared his throat, leaning forward in his chair he smiled “Look I am going, to be honest here, this was not what I was expecting not even close, like how in gods name did this happen I want details “

Nate let out a chuckle at Brads’ tone the tension finally slipping from his shoulders he and Ray slipped into the other chairs around the table “So you want the full convoluted story Sergeant or should I say Master Sergeant now”

Mike came to the table bearing more beers and clinked his against Brads “Congrats on that we were damn proud when we heard”

Nate and Ray raised theirs in cheers, Brad blushed slightly rolling his eyes at the other three “Yes Yes I am awesome and finally receiving the appropriate accolades, less about me more about this “