🍎What's something you learned while researching for a fic?
💖 I think this is a split - I'm very proud of the Generation Kill fic I wrote Our Year Out of Time, which has four character perspectives over one year and takes a cast of 2000s Marines and makes them young squatters in 90s NY. However, 15 years in the rearview, I would definitely change some things about it, including how I handled substance use disorder.
For Steddie, it's stars come down in you, the strangers on a train + demons AU. I love it so so so much.
🍎 Among other things, Our Year Out of Time taught me how to (theoretically!) siphon electricity from a major power company without electrocuting yourself.
I absolutely love your work, it is just amazing. I was wondering if it would be possible for you to please do some relationship headcannons for Q-tip? I hope you have a wonderful day ❤️
Soft Sunshine Boi | Evan Stafford
A/N: ahh thank you for requesting, lovely anon, i hope you have a wonderful day too! 💙 thank you for reading my work, too, i'm happy that you're enjoying it!
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the most sunshine boi you will ever meet
he’s always smiling, especially if you’re smiling
will drop everything and try to cheer you up if you’re suddenly super quiet and withdrawn
before y’all were dating, he’d get adorably flustered around you
everyone could tell he liked you. e v e r y o n e.
a smile for you here, holding your hand there
even if y’all were standing next to or behind each other before drills or at one of those “pep talks” your COs give, one of you would reach out and link your pinkies
he’s fiercely protective and will not hesitate to throw hands with whoever disrespects or upsets you, ESPECIALLY if you start looking down in the dumps or like you want to stab something--or someone
which also involves you either trying to talk him out of it or patching up his cuts and trying to ice his bruises as best as you can
there’s a lot of “calm down, Evan, he’s not worth your time.” or “i keep telling you, i can’t always patch you up.”
he’s not stupid enough to go after his COs, but he’ll be super salty about it
you sit in his humvee while you listen to him rant and pace around later, and then when you feel he’s feeling a little better, you just hug him for a really long time
it was in one of these times that he admitted his feelings for you
you grinned and pressed a kiss to his cheek and he turned a shade of red that he didn’t know was possible
anyway when y’all told everyone y’all were dating, they were mostly like
“oh my god FINALLY” or something related lol
the both of you were so confused
“wait, you thought-”
“honestly, if either of you took any longer to admit your feelings, one of us would’ve done it for you.”
after y’all made it known y’all were dating though, Evan was still kinda shy on the pda
but if y’all were having a moment™ he’s the total opposite
absolute cuddlebug/octopus/koala
a great cuddler
on a related note, he seems to know exactly when you need cuddles or just a really long hug
he will not let you go back to work until he knows you’re feeling better
OH-
i headcanon that this boi is a sleep talker
it’s not loud or anything, but occasionally, you’ll hear him say the most random or endearing things
like once he was talking, you rolled over and asked him what he was saying, and then he replied with “what if Back to the Future was done in lobster suits?” and then went back to sleep
Evan is surprisingly domestic
likes to make you breakfast, always has coffee brewing, likes to make sure the apartment you share is in order
likes to take you out on dates, but y’all go paintballing or something; nothing too fancy. maybe the movies, too
i also headcanon that Evan actually likes to read a lot
he likes to lay his head in your lap as he reads
if he’s reading somewhere, you like to bring over a blanket and wrap it around the both of you so the both of you are sitting closer and just vibing
sometimes if either of you are having trouble sleeping, he’ll grab a book and start reading out loud
it works most of the time, but if it doesn’t, the both of you will often spend the night just talking
y’all have gotten into very deep conversations at 4 am, let me say
late night/super early morning conversations are the best conversations and i will die on this hill
OH he’s also a total goofball and will do whatever it takes to make you smile
including during your 4 am conversations- 😂
“we were in the middle of talking about how time travel could be detrimental to virtually everything, and you thought that if we were able to bring back dinosaurs we’d be able to use them in a circus? do you even know how catastrophic that would be???”
“yeah but think about it: a dinosaur in a wig or with a clown nose or in a tutu.”
“......okay, yes, you win; that’s actually pretty funny.”
loves to hold you close while you sleep
like a reassurance that he’s not fighting anymore, that he’s home with you and not in the desert
with that being said: he absolutely loves being the small spoon tho
if either of you ever have nightmares, one of you will always be the big spoon and help the other back to sleep
the both of you always fall asleep knowing that you’re both together, that you’re both safe, that the both of you have seen too much shit together...that you’re both happy with the little world you’ve made for yourselves
TELL ME ABOUT SECRETS OF A GAY MARINE PORN STAR - biggaybrad
LET’S FUCKING GO, DUDE.
So, this was spawned from a discussion on discord when I was doing research for an idea for another fic (that I can’t even remember at this point) and stumbled across the memoir “Secrets of a Gay Marine Porn Star” by LGBT activist, adult film actor, writer, and attorney, Rich Merritt. This of course made me think “Haha, what if Ray did porn after he didn’t re-up after OIF?” followed shortly after by “Oh, that is a thought.”
So one night, Brad is absentmindedly perusing porn (like you do) and stumbles on a video that’s basically described as “twink rides it like he stole it” and it’s as ridiculous and over the top as it sounds (literally because this guy is so fucking noisy) and Brad is like “This is so unrealistic. Lame.” but PS, the twink in question is his dear pal Ray Ray, and a lot of wires get crossed and after many many viewings of this and other videos starring our boy, Brad realizes they’ve been flirting this whole time and he’s actually super in love with his former RTO. They have a big emotional (awkward) come to Jesus, and then they kiss.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 4/4
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Brad Colbert/Nate Fick
Characters: Brad Colbert, Nate Fick, Mike Wynn, Ray Person, Tony Espera, Walt Hasser, Pappy Patrick, Rudy Reyes, Stephen Ferrando
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Time Travel, Nazis, Slow Burn, one dumb dog
Summary:
Brad Colbert is eight years old when Nazi Germany drops an atomic bomb on DC and wins WWII.
A Generation Kill AU based on The Man in the High Castle.
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IT’S HERE. WHAT HAVE WE DONE. HAPPY NEW YEAR, GEN KILL FANDOM.
Corpsman reader who treats the women they see in villages and goes soft when she sees Doc with kids.
Supply officer reader who always hides lube for Walt’s gun cause she knows it jams more than the others.
Mechanic reader who can fix almost anything and keeps having to replace parts on Rays Humvee cause it’s shaking more than usual or it doesn’t sound quite right. Really he just likes how she looks covered in grease.
Reader everyone calls Mom cause she’s always taking care of them in the little ways, nagging them, giving advice but is bad at taking care of herself until Nate makes her (bonus if we can get a mom and dad are fighting in front of the kids line)
Literally as soon as I read these I got SO MAD that I have to go to work today and can't IMMEDIATELY start writing these!
Anon, you've bestowed upon me a precious gift today. I will NOT squander it. I will write these ASAP.
Heyyyy love your work! may I have a Nate fick imagine inspired by his line “don’t f*** with my men” where he’s like don’t f with my woman who is also a marine and they are dating and someone disses her - like she is not the type to need someone to stand up for her but Nate does anyway. Thank you xx
Don’t Mess With Her | Nate Fick
A/N: thank you, lovely anon for requesting! so sorry i couldn’t publish this sooner, but thank you for being patient with me ❤ i have one more speirs request to complete, which i am working on as i type this. i plan to have it out by next week
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Bright flames erupted a distance away from the caravan of humvees, but the explosion could be heard for miles. Nate instinctively covered his head, then immediately looked up and jumped into action. Marines began scrambling everywhere to ready the medical supplies, shouting directions and calling out for more of a certain bandage or antiseptic.
Nate wasn’t looking for his men, though, he was looking for you.
You had gone out on a scouting patrol with a small squad of men, and you hadn’t come back in a couple hours. Nate could only think the worst and hope for the best when he heard the explosion.
The sound of a humvee rolling into camp did little to ease his nerves. He ran to the vehicle, arriving just in time to see you step out of the passenger side with dirt and dark splotches on your ODs, but otherwise relatively unscathed. You immediately began to help unload a Marine that was unfortunately hit with shrapnel, whipping out bandages and springing to help the corpsmen as much as you could.
“Lieutenant Y/N!” McGraw’s voice called from the caravan.
Nate watched you look up in the captain’s direction, let out a sigh, and left the wounded Marine’s side with one apologetic look before getting to your feet and jogging to where the captain stood with his gunny.
“Yes, sir?”
“Lieutenant, I asked you to carry out a covert patrol, not blow up the desert. You could’ve led the enemy to us!”
Nate couldn’t help but scoff. The captain was forever making up absurd situations about getting caught in enemy fire or in a trap.
“Captain, I had it handled.” you responded evenly. “Our humvee narrowly missed a couple explosive devices on the road, thanks to our driver’s quick thinking. If it weren’t for his driving, you’d have five dead Marines on your hands instead of one wounded one.”
“Yes. Well. One wounded man is still one wounded man. Not to mention the damages that your humvee might have gotten. And again: you nearly got your squad of Marines killed. Any good Marine would-”
“His wounds were not avoidable, and he would’ve been dead if it weren’t for our driver. A humvee scratch isn’t important.” You interrupted. “I take no credit in saving the other men, because everyone played a part. I take no responsibility for almost dying, because that’s what we all signed up for when we joined the military. We’re in unfamiliar territory fighting a war, Captain, or did you not notice?”
Nate shook his head with a quiet laugh and made his way over to you, composing his expression before interrupting the conversation.
“Lieutenant? The corpsmen need your help.” he said, nudging your arm.
You turned to him with a grateful nod, leaving him a small smile before jogging off to where the corpsmen had moved the wounded man. Nate watched your retreating form, then turned to the captain.
“Lieutenant Y/N is a damn good Marine.” he corrected, his expression hard. “She puts up with all our shit, and can out-Marine anyone here. We’d all be a wreck if it weren’t for her. You want men who can’t think on their feet as well as her? Join the Army, sir. I better not hear you talk shit again to Y/N.”
“I’m not saying-”
“Good. Don’t, fuck with my woman, ever again.”
Nate spun on his heel and followed in your direction. You were still with the corpsmen, discussing some complications with the wound.
“--other than that, keep me posted.” Nate heard you say before sending the corpsmen on their way.
You turned back around and tiredly beamed when you saw Nate standing there. Quickly, you closed the gap between you and wrapped him in a hug.
“You didn’t have to do that, y’know. I could’ve handled him myself.”
“Hmmm, I know, sweetheart.” he replied with a tiny smirk. “But we wouldn’t want to break the captain’s ego.”
You snickered. “Not yet, anyway.”
Nate hummed. “Revenge doesn’t look good on you, though. Couldn’t let you dress yourself in it.”
You looked down at your dirty uniform. “Hmm...yeah, I look better in ODs anyway.” you laughed. “Come on, I need to clean up.”
You held out your hand, and he took it and followed you to your humvee.
