#Nate fick x reader

[lostinthewiind]

Hi! Hope you're having a good day! You are so right, the Generation Kill fics are very rare, it's a shame.

Could you please write something for Nate Fick where the reader is oblivious and doesn't realize that he loves them?

Thaaanks!

Atypical

Nathaniel "Nate" Fick - Generation Kill

Rating: All ages

It had been a long tour. Iraq was brutal from start to finish, and even now, when you knew you would be heading back to the States in a couple of days, it still didn't feel real.

Staring out at the vast Iraqi desert that surrounded the base camp, you exhaled long and deep—a last-ditch attempt to expel the weeks of dust that accumulated in your lungs.

"Ready to head back home?" A familiar voice came from behind you.

You smiled to yourself as you scooted over, making room for your visitor in the back of the truck you had found refuge in. "And here I was thinking I had finally found a moment of peace and quiet in this damn war."

Nate smirked as he sat down next to you, his bright blue eyes practically sparkling in the sun. You had seen a lot of things you wouldn't ever forget while in Iraq, most of them bad—but Nate's eyes were one of the few good things that lingered in your mind.

"Sorry to disturb your personal oasis in the back of this Motor T rust bucket." The truck made a worrying sound as he shifted his weight and he quirked a brow. "Point made."

"Well maybe if you had whipped your men into shape more, I wouldn't have to feel as though Motor T is the only place I can go for some quality alone time," you told him as you tilted your head toward the sunset.

"Manimal trying to buy your underwear off of you again?"

You choked on your next breath. "How the hell do you know about that?"

Nate laughed. "I know about everything that goes on in my platoon."

"Either way, no, that wasn't happening ... not again, at least." You shook your head. "I was just trying to take some time to reflect. I thought going home would be a happy feeling."

"You're not happy?"

"I am. But I'm also not." You tried to explain your complex feelings. "I don't know, the possibility of never seeing any of you guys again isn't as much of a relief as I thought it might be. Don't tell anyone I said that."

"I won't," Nate assured you with a chuckle. "For someone coming into a group of guys who have been together since Afghanistan, you really held your own. It'll be weird if we ship out again and you're not there."

You watched as the night sky shifted from a brilliant shade of orange into a dark purple. "Give it some time and I'll be as ready as you are to be done with this war and go home."

"How do you know I'm ready to go home?" Nate asked.

"You're not the only observant one," you answered, earning a dubious look from Nate. "... and I overheard you and Brad talking."

Nate nodded when you confirmed his suspicions. "That sounds more like it."

"Hey, I am plenty observant!" You smacked him on the shoulder. "I wouldn't be here if I wasn't. It's a pretty important quality for a marine."

"True. But still."

"But still?"

Nate turned away from the sunset to look at you. His mouth opened to respond, but before he could get a word out, he decided against it and averted his gaze. "Nothing."

"No, no, no." You grabbed his face with your hand and forced him to look at you once more. In that moment, you didn't think about the fact that you were technically laying hands on your superior. "But still what?"

"I think it's a conversation better had at a later date," he told you as he gently pushed your hand away. "When there's less sand and less gunfire. When we're just normal people, not a Lieutenant and his Corporal."

"You know we could die tomorrow, right?" you reminded him. "Or right now. There could be a sniper lining up the head shot as we speak. What if I died right now and you never got to tell me whatever it is you're being so secretive about?"

Letting out a defeated sigh, Nate reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a ring. It wasn't just some class ring either; no, it was an honest-to-God gold banded ring with a diamond on the top.

"Lieutenant Fick?" Your eyes darted between his face and the ring.

"Please do not call me Lieutenant when I'm holding an engagement ring."

Your mouth fell open. You were at a loss for word. "What ... what the fuck, Nate?"

"I suppose that's better." He clasped his hand firmly around the ring so it was no longer in sight. "When I first met you, I wrote a letter home and mentioned you. Told my folks all about how we had this woman riding with us and how I didn't think she'd last a week."

You were too impatient to wait for the follow-up. "And?" you prompted.

"And she sent me back the family ring and told me to let her know when the wedding was."

You laughed. You were aware how incredibly insensitive it was but in that moment, it was the only outlet you could think of for your overwhelming emotions. "What the fuck, Nate?" you whispered.

"You already said that."

"Well, I'm sorry I'm a little shocked in a moment like this. Can you blame me for not exactly expecting a proposal when I didn't even know you had feelings for me?"

Nate rolled his eyes. "I never actually asked you to marry me, now did I?"

"Then what's the ring for?"

"Well obviously it's for engagement!"

"What is happening right now?" You couldn't believe what was going on. Surely, you must have been dreaming. "Did you hit your head when I wasn't looking? Do I need to call Doc Bryan?"

"Oh, my God. I've really fucked this." Nate stuffed the ring back into his pocket. "This is not how I meant to approach this topic."

"What topic?"

"That I'm in love with you!" Nate proclaimed before burying his face in his hands.

A beat of silence passed and you were suddenly very grateful that you had chosen an abandoned corner of the camp to watch the sunset from.

"Nate?" you whispered once more.

"Yes?" he whispered back, his voice even more muffled from his hands.

"Did you just tell me you're in love with me?"

"Yes."

"And that engagement ring in your pocket is for me?"

"Yes." He finally lifted his head to look at you. "Not right now, of course. But yes, theoretically, at some point."

You couldn't help but laugh again. "This is so weird."

Nate made a strangled, embarrassed sound. "You're killing me here." He stood up to leave. "I should just go. This was clearly a mistake."

"Oh, settle down." You grabbed him by his uniform and pulled him back down. "Yes, I had a bit of a strong reaction at first, but considering the circumstances, I think I'm allowed that much. I never said I didn't love you back."

Nate's blue eyes lit up. "Do you?"

"Well, I don't know. I hadn't thought about it until now," you answered. "Maybe."

"Maybe?" That same sound slipped past his lips. "That's romantic."

"Okay, it's not that I've never thought about. You're obviously very attractive and all that," you rephrased. "I've just never thought about it seriously. In case you haven't noticed, we are in the middle of a war."

"I noticed. Which is why the ring's been burning a hole in my pocket until now." He drew in a deep breath, and when you didn't share another thought, he spoke again. "Now what?"

Reaching into his pocket, you fished out the engagement ring and handed it to him. "Now you ask me to marry you."

"Really?" His fingers trembled slightly as they plucked the ring out of your grasp. "Here?"

"Right here." You nodded.

"Okay. Right. Yes." He cleared his throat and jumped down from the back of the truck. Then he offered you a hand down, and once you were both standing on solid ground, he dropped down onto one knee. "Y/N, I know we haven't known each other very long. I know the typical thing is to date for a while before asking this question; hell, the typical thing is to actually have feelings for one another before asking this question. However, as a fellow marine, you know that typical is merely a suggestion. Either way, meeting you has been the highlight of this war, which I know isn't saying much but still ... I'd like for you to be the highlight of the rest of my life as well. Will you marry me?"

Your heart swelled at the gentle words falling from the mouth of one of the toughest men you had ever met. The way Nate looked up at you, as if you had the answer to every question in the world, was beyond endearing. You could truly picture a long, happy life with him.

"No," you answered.

Nate's hopeful smile fell. "No?"

"That's what you get for springing a goddamn engagement ring on me like this." You plucked the ring from his hand before inspecting it. "It is a rather beautiful ring though. Ask me again in a couple months and I'll gladly take it off your hands."

Nate shook his head as he stood back up and dusted off his knee. "And until then?"

"We date," you said matter-of-factly. "As typical as it is, I've had enough atypical for one lifetime."

Nate smiled wide. "I can't wait to marry you."

[hitman-two]

Nate Fick Smutty HCs

▸ Does anyone pay particularly close attention to Lt. Nate’s fingers? No? Just me. The way his fingers expertly curl around the rifle he’s holding…Those long fingers can also curl expertly somewhere else – if you catch my drift. He’d be incredibly skillful in that area. Know just how to tease you and teeter you towards the edge but never giving that final push.

▸ His hands had been trained and built to be an extended weapon of his body via his rifle, full of violence. But his hands are nothing but gentle on you, as he takes his time exploring your body. It’s the number one thing he likes to do… Explore you. Tease you.

▸ For someone who’s not had that many girlfriends, he sure seems to know what he’s doing. Because he observes everything.

▸ He’s very much on the vanilla side of things, so don’t expect too much from him. But where he lacks in sexual adventure, he more than makes up for during foreplay.

▸ He favours his fingers over his lips to tease you all over your body.

▸ But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t put his lips to good use. Fingers between your legs, lips sucking away on your chest, teeth softly grazing along that perky, pink bud. He could just about come undone listening to your breathy grunts and moans.

▸ Making him come undone is harder than you’d imagine. The boy has incredible self-restraint. And you can certainly blame the Marine Corps for that. Not just the training but the bullshit he had to go through during his deployment. But that’s a whole other thing.

▸ He’s a fighter in the streets, a lover in the sheets. Meaning, when he comes home to you, he does his best not to bring out any force in him. He wants to be gentle with you. It may be annoying for you, but it’s what keeps him sane enough while he learns to leave the war behind.

▸ He handles you with a lot of foreplay, making you see stars or simply denying you that, either going for a second round or finishing you off with him inside you. But it’s always long, slow thrusts until he’s nearing his finish – which is when those thrusts turn a little desperate and he loses a little self-control.

▸ You love it when he loses control because you get to hear his little whimpers and grunts right against your ear.

▸ Sometimes he rides his orgasm by kissing you deeply, other times he has his face buried in your neck while your fingers are gripping his hair (having grown it long enough out of army regulation).

▸ I wouldn’t say hair-pulling is his kink, but he thoroughly enjoys it when your fingers are wrapped in his hair and gripping tightly. It’s what’s tipped him over the edge a couple of times (though he’s never admitted this to you).

▸ He’d gladly do you in the shower. Perhaps not the most safest places, he’s well aware of this but he gets off on hearing you beg for him, moaning his name which echoes a little loudly in the bathroom. He also knows that he’s not as adventurous with intimacy as others can be, so this is his way of offering you that.

▸ He’s too caught up in always pleasuring you that he forgets he’s someone who deserves the same treatment back (typical Nate, am I right? Always thinking and putting others before himself). So when you offer him a blowjob, he politely declines (which you respect. He has PTSD and you don’t want to set him off) but sometimes… you push a little…and he relents.

▸ And by gods the way he moans softly beneath his breath, as though he’s afraid he’s gonna get caught.

▸ You’re making it your life mission to make him increase those moans to a louder volume. It’ll take time but that’s your ultimate goal.

▸ Nate never really stole a combat jack moment while overseas. He was always too busy for them. But he’s still in that mindset of Combat Jacks… so he quietly gets himself off in the shower. Only for you to step in and take over with your hand, getting him off for him. It’s those little gasps in your ear that you adore the most. (Excuse me while I attempt to one-shot this idea).

▸ Wherever you are in the house, you always end up in the bedroom. Nate will never take you there and then in the moment. He’s too cautious and trying to maintain an air of civilian chivalry within himself. Clothes get discarded along the way but more than likely, he’ll have you pinned against the wall, legs around his hips, you teasing him by grinding against him before he carries you to the bedroom. Heated, breathy kisses lead to heated, breathy gasps of his love-making.

▸ Okay but Nate trying to work on something around the house, and you’re teasing him. Wearing one of his USMC Shirts tied up in a small knot on the side to give a sneak peek of a cute pair of sexy lingerie beneath…and Nate staring with those green eyes of his. Hunger and lust. He immediately stops what he’s doing and does his purposeful LT stride. The kind he carries authority with. The kind that reminds you that he’s a Lieutenant in charge of a platoon of men. Before you could think more about him, he has you pinned against the wall and kissing you hotly, taking your breath away. He hears that little moan, feels you respond as you press your body against his, wrapping your arms around his neck…and that’s when his hands ghost up your thighs to feel the lacy material of your underwear. Large hands hook up around your upper thighs and left you up onto his hips…. ▸ He's a family man so he has no quarrels finishing inside you if that's what you want.

▸ So imagine those thrusts, pumping in and out of you... hearing those grunts of pleasure as he releases...soft little grunts...Thrusts slowing down until he's emptied but still keeps himself inside you. You keep your legs tightly wrapped around him. He's breathless but he still whispers "I love you" by your ear.

[softly-writes]

hi :) are you working on anything rn?

Hi Sweet Anon! There's a small list..and given you came to my personal blog, which is a mess of multiple fandoms, I'm not sure which fandom you came from so I'll give you a run-down...

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒: @lieutenant-speirs ▸ Lᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ Pʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ (Lɪᴘᴛᴏɴ); 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈; 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆. ▸ Sɢᴛ. Mᴀʀᴛɪɴ x Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ Cᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛ (Pʀᴇᴠɪᴇᴡ ʜᴇʀᴇ); 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈; 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆. ▸ Sick Lipton, Caring Speirs (This idea) 𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂 ▸ Malarkey Needs a Hug drabble (𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 @liebgotts-lovergirl) 𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂 ▸ Asks in general - 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋: @hitman-two ▸ Amazing Grace content (Doc Bryan x Grace) 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈; 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆. ▸ Brad Smut (Requested twice!) 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈; 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆. ▸Ray or Walt request 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈; 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆. ▸ Brad x Reader (Female Reporter) request 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 - 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍: [𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜]

[auroralightsthesky]

Heyyy I know Nate Fick is the v logical reasonable type but I was wondering if u could write a fic where he’s jealous but the reader doesn’t have any intent to make him that way. Maybbbeee if you wanna the reader then does it on purpose when she suspects him being jelly >:) and then hints of nsfw ensues but you don’t have to get into that xx

Thank uuu!

Babes I am so sorry for the late reply, things have been stupidly crazy at work and I'm all over the place but I am more than happy to do this for you either way (lol).

Nate was kinda jealous of the fact that you were always fifteen steps ahead of him

Sure you didn't mean to make him that way, but his body language said otherwise

To say nothing of the face that he'd get all embarrassed and red in the face

So imagine his surprise when you would purposely tease the shit out of him

Oh did it get him riled up pretty fuckin quick

The last thing you expected was him hinting that he had it really bad for you......like really bad

There were times where you'd go to give him a quick hug and you swore you thought he was pitching a tent

You literally pitched a tent one night while the other guys were out on patrol that night and you two were back at your little camp making sure everything was ok

All you had was a sleeping bag

And a little portable radio that was constantly tuned to a classic rock station

Your first lovemaking experience together was to a Fleetwood Mac song

And you never forgot it, even as you woke up in the morning next to Nate

Or when Ray was constantly making jokes about you two waking up naked next to each other

But you never forgot those moments

Because it made you and Nate all the more close

[inglourious-imagines]

Hello! I'm so glad to have stumbled on your blog! I'd like to request anything for Doc Bryan of GenKill please. I can and will wait forever for any Doc content 😅 I saw your prompt list and I think

1. I fucking hate everyone. But you, you’re the only person I don’t hate.

would suit him quite well HAHA but prompt number 3 and prompt number 9 would be quite sweet too 😁 anyway, anything you write I will gratefully read and love. Thanks so much!

Life Vest (Doc Bryan x GN!Reader)

Requested by: anon

Prompt: #1 - I fucking hate everyone. But you, you're the only person I don't hate.

Summary: You're a Corpsman with the Recon Marines, working alongside doc Bryan. After one tough afternoon, you two finally (somewhat ;)) talk.

Taglist: in my bio

Warnings: child's death although it doesn't actually happen in this fic

A/N: I don't study medicine so I might have fucked up some facts about certain things so apologies if I did. Thank you for your request!

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With every passing second, more and more locals are appearing, surrounding the group of Marines in the middle of some Iraqi town almost none of them know how to actually pronounce. From behind the cornerns of ruins of old buildings, out of the beaten doors of houses that hadn't been bombed yet, from small huts, children, women, men of all ages are coming to see what is happening.

The small area is slowly getting too crowded to have it under control and Lt. Fick is pacing around the scene unfolding before his eyes with apparent unease. US Marines are stationed around the place, but all of them know it is not enough. 

Fick waves his left hand and within a second he has Brad Colbert by his side, awaiting orders. 

"Get Bryan and Y/N out of there. We can't handle this anymore. We need to be Oscar Mike ASAP."

Brad only nods and he's already pushing his way through the crowd that seems to be made of concrete rather than people, as the young soldier struggles to advance forward.

In the centre of it all, kneeling on the ground, with blood soaked into the sand, are the two exhausted Corpsmen. 

"The children are going to die here." Bryan states matter-of-factly without even looking up, while he's bandaging the young boy who can't be more than seven years old. 

You know that but the words still send a chill down your spine, but you continue working too, without the apparent pointlessness of the reality to stop you.

You always know the facts after observing the situation, just like Bryan does, but you've never been able to announce it with such distance and certain cold even, even though you know it is necessary. 

Robert Timothy Bryan is a straightforward man, a trait useful in the Corps and you've learned over the time to report the situation to your superior officers, but you still lack that sort of Bryaness and you probably always will. 

You allow yourself to steal a glance at him. He's concentrated at the work before him, as he always is, the look of focus in his eyes more visible than ever. His face doesn't show any other emotion much, but you know he's exhausted beyond words, physically and mentally, although he would never admit to that out loud. 

You come back to the little boy under your arms. He has two fractured ribs, that are causing him great pain but you are simply unable to do anything about it, he has one bad scratch on his left arm and a deep cut on his thigh - there is no serious bleeding and it is apparent that it must have been some time since he got wounded.

You cut off a part of his trousers to get a better access to the wound and you immediately notice the bloody spots and bruises. 

You pick up your gaze to look at Bryan to find him already staring at you. You both know what this means, there is no need to say it out loud.

You look back down at the little boy, there are tears in his brown eyes and suddenly there's a lump in your throat. You desperately want to help the kid, but no matter what you do, nothing will be enough. The blood poisoning will kill him, you don't know when, he has only some hours to live tops, if he's lucky, and so far his fate has played a cruel game with him.

Then his little hand reaches for yours and you instinctively squeeze it. You hear in the background some voice saying something, you don't know what, you're too caught up in the moment that suddenly nothing matters anymore and the eyes of the boy make you question if this is really your war, if it really isn't your presence that will got him killed eventually.

In your peripheral vision you catch Bryan standing up and patting someone on the shoulder but you stop paying attention to that right away.

The boy is saying something now you don't understand but you just know he's begging you to help him. And you can't. 

"I know," you hear yourself say, "I know and I'm sorry."

Useless words. Empty. Meaningless.

A woman kneels down before you, scooping the boy in her arms. His hand falls out of yours and it breaks your heart. He looks just like the woman, both of them with deep brown eyes, soft features, thick brown hair. 

She nods. An understanding. 

You wouldn't be able to tell her that her son will die in her arms, probably tonight. 

There is a soft tap on your shoulder. You turn your head slightly. 

"We have to go," Bryan is whispering into your ear, his hand still resting on your shoulder. You lean into his touch for comfort and you convince yourself it is everything you need in order to pull yourself together.

You don't look at the boy anymore. You can't. You stand up to follow your fellow Corpsman and without any warning, he reaches behind himself for your hand. He grabs it to not lose you in the crowd.

And you hold onto it like it's a life vest. Perhaps it is everything you need to pull through this war, perhaps he is.

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Later that day, when you stop for the night, you can't sleep. You can see those helpless eyes of that boy every time you close your eyes.

This, most definitely, is not your first encounter with wounded locals you couldn't save, as it is not your last, but this one stays with you, no matter how much you fight it. 

"Good work today, Y/N," you can hear Bryan's voice behind you. He sits on the ground next to you, shoulders and knees touching, and finally his affection towards you surprises you. You were too caught up in those moments before to notice how much he actually looks after you. 

"If you say so," you respond, not sharing his opinion. You feel like you failed today. 

"I know so," he counters, nudging you softly with his side. You finally smile.

You wait for him to bring up the boy incident but he doesn't speak one word of it and you're more than grateful. You couldn't talk about it if you tried. Maybe in a few years, but not today, and Bryan knows this, even if you don't. 

"You're awfully nice to me lately," you decide to keep the conversation going, turning your head to look at him for just a moment.

He chuckles at that, a sound you haven't heard enough and could easily get drunk on. "I'm nice to everyone." 

You burst out laughing at his answer, as all those cold stares and snarky comments of his come to your mind. 

He joins in, smiling. "That felt wrong just to say it."

"Tell me about it."

"I just-" he surpises you when he continues, "I just fucking hate everyone." 

You stop laughing and your heart drops a little but Bryan is still talking. "But you? You're the only person I don't hate." 

You're so caught off guard that you can't find anything to say back to that as your own capibility to talk fails you. The words hang above you both, you savour the feeling because you finally don't feel so alone in the vast world.

Something clicks in you when he says those words and you're smiling now, you couldn't stop smiling if you wanted to.

You grab his hand and squeeze it, you don't let go of him, you can't now. 

"I don't hate you too," you finally respond and you don't have to look at him to know he's smiling now too. 

[cchickki]

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[ourmiraclealigner]

pls

here are some random nate fick headcannons 🤩

- nate is obsessed with holding hands like you’re in a grocery store? boom holding your hand

- also brushes your hair away from your face/ shoulder when it blows toward you

- always presses a kiss to the back of your neck when he zips up a dress or puts a necklace on

- he takes up almost all of the bed i’m sorry he COMPLETELY spreads out

- but he isn’t a blanket hog because he runs HOT he always wakes up sweating

- i’m sorry he can’t cook but thinks he can 🤩

- gives you the first copy of his book because he’s so proud of it and wants you to be proud of him too

[order-of-river-phoenix]

Together; Nate Fick

Fandom: HBO War; Generation Kill

A/N: another one no one asked for. I just rlly wanted to write one for Nate bc I love him 🤷🏻‍♀️ This is also suuuuper short, but I think it’s cute so...

Warnings: none :) just some extra fluffy fluff

Taglist: @liebegott @stressedinadress @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant @floydtab @hbohmygodx @meteora-fc @punkgeekchic @vintagelavenderskies @hoosiers-hoe @mavysnavy @inglourious-imagines @sara-hbowar @hannahbear1

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You leaned over the back of the couch and kissed Nate's cheek. "Hi."

He smiled as he turned to press his own kiss to your lips. "Hey. I was just starting to miss you."

"I've only been gone for a few hours," you laughed, walking around the couch to sit next to him. You settled into his side, a comfortable space that you tried to occupy as often as possible. "You were gone for months."

Giving you another kiss, he rested his forehead against the side of your head. "I know. I missed you then too." He breathed you in before leaning his head back. "You smell nice."

Giggling again, you scooted I'm closer to him. "Do I? I didn't really notice."

"Mmhm. Of course, most things smell nice when you've been breathing stale BO stench in the desert."

"Point taken. I'll just pretend you were complimenting me."

"I didn't mean to make it sound like... sorry," he sighed.

You offered him a smile. "I understood what you meant. What did you have for lunch?"

When he didn't answer right away, you shifted to look at him.

"It's 4 o'clock. You didn't eat lunch?" With that, you pushed yourself off the couch and gestured for him to follow suit. "Come on. We'll have an early supper. What are you feeling like?"

He shrugged, entering the kitchen behind you. "I don't care. I'll be fine with whatever you want."

“I want you to tell me what you want to eat,” you insisted, as you opened the fridge. “I know there’s something you’ve been really wanting.”

Wrapping his arms around you from behind, he buried his face in the crook of your neck. “You,” was his muffled answer.

“I can make pasta or salad or some chicken,” you offered, pretending you didn’t hear him.

He littered kisses along your neck, working his way back to your cheek. “Spaghetti. I want spaghetti.” He loosened his grip on you enough for you to turn around to face him. “Is that alright?”

As you caught his blue eyes staring back, you smiled softly. “I love spaghetti. I don’t know if we have stuff to make the sauce though. We can go to the store down the road and pick some up.”

“Sounds good to me.” He finally detached himself from you. “Let me put some shoes on, and we’ll go.”

You followed him back to the living room, and you couldn’t help but watch him. He was home.

[contrabandhothead]

toxic traits - generation kill

let’s be real, we all have a toxic trait. every relationship has it’s ups and downs, and people’s negative traits play a big role in fights between couples. it’s not going to be perfect all the time, and that’s okay. a friend from another fandom inspired me to write this, so hope you enjoy it! 💗 also i’m too lazy to write for a bunch of them, so you get a select few.

- [ DOC BRYAN ]

Tim is an angry man, and the smallest things can set him off. This extreme anger can end up hurdling you both headfirst into a screaming match. He’s cruel when he’s pissed off, and he has absolutely no regard for your feelings. Instead, he chooses to say things that he knows will cut deep simply so that he can win the argument. He closes himself off and bottles every emotion up, leaving no room for you to help him. Eventually, he’ll reach a point where he can’t bottle up his emotions anymore. This prompts him to snap, meaning a fight can occur out of nowhere. He expects you to realize his faults and forgive him for his outbursts instantly, no matter what horrible things he said during the argument.

- [ BRAD COLBERT ]

Brad is insecure, and he overanalyzes every interaction you have with another male. His insecurity runs deep in his system, especially after his ex-fiancée left him. He spends every waking moment reading into every word you say, so sometimes he takes things the wrong way. If he thinks you’re going to leave him or even gets the slightest inkling that you’ve lost interest, Brad shuts you out. He does this to protect his heart, attempting to spare his feelings in case you DO decide to leave him. This new persona is cold, unwavering, and distant; the perfect example of the Iceman. He doesn’t understand why he should allow you to hang out with that other man, he doesn’t trust him at all. Can’t you just see that he’s just looking out for your relationship. He knows he’s “a bit” possessive, but he believes that it’s for your own good.

- [ NATE FICK ]

Nate is cold and calculated to a fault. He can easily disassociate, almost like he has a switch in his brain that allows him to turn off all emotions. He’s incredibly stubborn, so getting him to warm up to you again can be quite the challenge. Nate expects you to know exactly where his boundaries are, and he does not want to be pushed past them. Pushing him too far often results in him becoming cold again. If you don’t try and break down these new barriers he’s set between the two of you, his iciness will end your relationship.

- [ WALT HASSER ]

Walt is passive to a fault. He’d rather just avoid conflict, no matter how thick the tension is. In his eyes, if he doesn’t address the problem, then there’s no problem in the first place. If you do discuss the issue, it’s similar to you talking to a brick wall. He listens to what you’re saying and attempts to correct what he’s doing wrong, but he doesn’t want to talk about his feelings or problems. He also won’t do anything that would potentially upset someone else, which means he won’t block any girls that are trying to get with him. And if you bring it up to him that it makes you uncomfortable and try to argue with him? He’ll just ignore you.

- [ RAY PERSON ]

Ray says the wrong things at the wrong time. You could be having the worst day of your life, and he’d try to cheer you up by using offensive humor. He has few coping skills and fails to recognize that not everyone wants to brush off their pain with humor, so he has the bad habit of trying to comfort you by making jokes when you’re upset. More often then not, these jokes send you over the edge, and Ray will be left completely confused as to why you were so furious with him.

- [ RUDY REYES ]

Rudy accidentally pokes fun at your insecurities. Rudy will often point out if you’re gaining weight, and he doesn’t even know that it might be hurtful. He always tells you if something about your presentation is off, which can be helpful at times. However, it’s usually hurtful, and it can be hard to bring up to him. Once he realizes his mistake, his whole day will be ruined because of the weight of his guilt. He’ll spend a lot of time overthinking what he says. It makes the atmosphere around you two carry an air of uncertainty to it.

- [ JAMES TROMBLEY ]

James is oblivious. He doesn’t notice when you’re upset, especially if you’re good at faking it. You need to tell him straight up how you feel at all times because this man cannot understand social cues to save his life. No matter how obvious it is that something is wrong, he won’t know unless someone says it to his face. The whole world could know that you were having a bad day except for James. You could be yelling at him, and he still wouldn’t know.

[lostinthewiind]

Generation Kill fic requests you say? Can I get a Ray Person where sometimes he accidentally hits the radios buttons and the reader overhears his rants and comes back with some of her own? Or a Nate Fick angry and it triggers an “oh no he’s hot angry” reaction that the reader can’t hide?

Hotheaded

Nathaniel "Nate" Fick - Generation Kill

A/N: I couldn't choose so I decided to combine both prompts into one fic :)

Rating: 16+ (language)

"-and if you take a moment to really think about it, it makes total sense!" Ray's sped up rant continued over the comms, no doubt thanks to the amount of ripped fuel he had ingested over the past 24 hours. "This war isn't about money or oil or any of it! We're here because of sex!"

Slamming your head back against the headrest, you let out an exasperated groan. "How long has he been going on like this for?" You turned to look at Rudy.

Rudy glanced down at his watch. "About 10 minutes."

"Good God! How does he not know he's broadcasting this to everyone?" You slammed your boot down against the humvee floor and grabbed the receiver. "That's it. I can't listen to him anymore."

Rudy chuckled under his breath. "You tell him, little lady."

"Would the Whiskey Tango individual who insists on ranting about sex and his deranged theories about the origin of this war over the comms please shut the fuck up?" you snapped into the receiver. "I don't feel like listening to your family-fucking twang for the entire time we are sitting here."

You could hear a couple of laughs escape the humvees directly in front of and behind your own. For a few seconds, you thought Ray had actually caught on to how annoying he was being and shut up. Then the comms crackled to life once more.

"You sound just like the government, trying to silence the truth because you're scared about what it means for your good American values!"

"Ray, you wouldn't know the truth if it slipped into your bedroom at night and tickled your prostate!" you shot back. You weren't backing down until the idiotic RTO shut his goddamn trap. "And even if this war was about sex, what would you know about it when you look like someone who'd only get some through an unfortunate keep-it-in-the-family arranged marriage or if a blind woman took immense pity on you?"

More laughter. Even Rudy, who usually tried to stay out of the constant back and forth, couldn't help but crack a smile.

You could tell Ray was ramping up for another response, but before he got the chance, Lieutenant Fick's voice sounded over the comms. "Will you two idiots keep your lover's spat off of company-wide comms so the rest of us can sit here in peace and wait for further orders?"

You swallowed hard. "Sorry, sir," you apologized.

Ray's voice didn't follow. He didn't even apologize. Then you heard a distant shouting.

"Hey!"

You and Rudy shared a confused look. Leaning out the side of your humvee window, you spotted Ray doing the same thing at the front of the convoy, shouting back at you.

"What the fuck are you doing?" you shouted back.

"I get plenty of pussy, thank you very much!" Ray clearly wasn't done with the conversation, comms or not. "I wouldn't expect you to understand though, considering not even Manimal would get near your salmon-scented cavern, and he'd fuck anything with a hole!"

"Unfortunately, not all of us are born with a built-in dating pool—you know, that thing that regular people call the family tree! Or, in your case, the goddamn family circle!"

Ray furrowed his brows. You could see his mouth moving a mile a minute, but due to the sudden increase in wind, you couldn't make out what he was saying.

"What?" you called.

He tried again. Still nothing. Frustrated, he disappeared back into his humvee. "You keep telling yourself that, and when you're back home with no other choice but to sell your Iraq-worn body and dusty pussy on the corner, you'll remember what your old pal Ray said about the reason for war," he said, resorting to comms again.

"I think this is the longest I've ever heard him bicker with someone," Rudy pointed out. "You really know how to get him going."

"And I'm about to shut him down for good." You picked up the receiver one final time. "Ray, your unhinged theories are a direct result of your unique and equally unfortunate makeup of chromosomes, which could only come from someone whose mother is also their aunt! And when-"

The receiver was suddenly snatched out of your hand before you could end your finishing blow. With a sheepish smile on your face, you turned to see Lieutenant Fick standing outside your humvee, receiver in hand and a scowl on his face.

"Corporal, what the fuck did I just tell you?" Nate used his free hand to grab you by the collar of your uniform.

"Not to argue with Ray over the comms," you replied.

"That's right, Corporal." Nate leaned into the humvee, his bright blue eyes burning holes into your soul. "Now, tell me, are you just too fucking stupid to know how to follow orders or do you find joy in purposefully pissing me off?"

You felt a heat rise to your cheeks at the sight of Lieutenant Fick so angry. You had never seen him filled with this much rage, and for whatever reason, it was hot. Super hot.

You gently shook your head. "Neither, sir."

"Then why the fuck did I hear your voice over the comms again just now?"

"No excuse, sir."

"What's the matter? No rebuttal for your old pal Ray-Ray?"

You watched as Nate's face twisted into a horrible mixture of disappointment, anger, and exhaustion. "Ray, get the fuck off the comms before I come up there and throttle you through your humvee's window!" he snapped over the comms before throwing the receiver back into the humvee and releasing your collar. "I swear to God, it's like babysitting with you two."

You swallowed hard when Nate removed his helmet and ran his fingers through his dirty blonde hair. If this was turning you on so much, maybe Ray was right; maybe you did need to get laid more. Or maybe the Iraqi heat was getting to you more than usual today. Either way, you couldn't tear your eyes away from your Lieutenant.

"Something to say?" Nate caught you staring. "Or are you just getting a kick out of watching me snap?"

"No kicks here, sir," you assured him.

"Then what is it, Corporal?" he demanded. "Come on, spit it out."

You turned back to look at Rudy, silently pleading with him to save you. When all he did was shrug, you slumped your shoulders. "I really don't think I should say, sir."

"I didn't ask you to think. If I remember correctly, you attempting to have an original thought was what caused this whole thing in the first place. Everybody knows Ray rants. And everybody knows that if you just ignore it, he'll eventually stop. So, now that we're here, spit it the fuck out."

You were screwed. You just had to say it. "It's just that you're very attractive when you're angry, sir. That's all."

That stopped Nate's anger in its tracks. "What the fuck did you just say?" His voice had dropped into a low whisper.

You drew in a deep breath. "Did you want me to repeat it, sir?"

"No, I unfortunately heard you the first time." Nate looked over your shoulder at Rudy, who was looking out the window and pretending that he wasn't listening. "Corporal, switch with my driver. It appears you need some more direct supervision."

With that, Nate walked back to his vehicle at the rear of the convoy.

"Oh, my God, I cannot believe I actually admitted that!" You buried your face in your hands. "Why didn't I just say something else? Literally anything else?!"

"I don't know." Rudy was clearly amused by your misfortune. "You're right though. He is very attractive when he's angry."

"Right?!" You started to pack up your gear. "Well, wish me luck. If I don't make it to the next stop, you know who killed me."

Rudy gave a mock salute. "It's been an honour serving with you."

The walk of shame back to Nate's vehicle felt like an eternity, and when you passed the other driver, you didn't dare make eye contact. After stowing away your gear, you climbed into the driver's seat and settled in. Nate watched you like a hawk the entire time.

"I'm sorry about arguing with Ray over the comms, sir," you apologized once more, hoping it would help you get back in your Lieutenant's good graces.

"No apology needed, Corporal," he told you. He was much calmer now; back to the regular Lieutenant Fick you were used to dealing with. "I can't count the number of times I wish I could have done what you did. Ray and his fucking rants are the main reason I cannot wait to get out of this damn war. I'd quite literally rather take a bullet to the chest."

You couldn't help but laugh. "I'm sure we'd all appreciate watching you tear him a new one some time."

"Maybe," he sighed.

"- it's lack of pussy that fucks countries up. Lack of pussy is the root fucking cause of all global instability. If more hajis were getting quality pussy, there'd be no reason for us to come over here and fuck 'em up like this! 'Cause a nut-bustin' haji is a happy haji." Ray had once again accidentally turned the comms on while ranting to his passengers.

You watched as Nate gritted his teeth. Then, completely unexpected, he picked up the receiver and handed it to you. "Tell that fucker to shut his hole, Corporal."

"But, sir, I thought ..." you trailed off.

"I'm not the only one who's hot when they're angry." He smirked, and when you finally took the receiver from him, he sat back and got ready to enjoy the show.

"Pretty sure I said 'attractive', sir," you corrected. "But hot works too."

[hitman-two]

Ficklist (Masterlist)

[Radio static] All Hitman Victors, this is Hitman Two Actual, be advised that our ROE remains in place as we roll through Tumblr Territory.

𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬: ▸ Grace x Doc Bryan ▸ Humvee Roadtrip with Brad and Ray ▸ Nothing Homoerotic, Sir...

𝐃𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 ▸ Amazing Grace (Ongoing series) ▸ Bouquet of Flowers 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝 𝐱 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐞 ▸ Of Thunder and Fireworks (AO3) | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐤: ▸ Smutty HCs 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭: ▸ Smutty HCs ▸ Smut Request (Scheduled to write) 𝐃𝐨𝐜 𝐁𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐧 ▸ Smutty HCs 𝐆𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐖𝐲𝐧𝐧 ▸ Gunny x Nate's Sister HC (Scheduled to write) 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫 ▸ 𝐑𝐚𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 ▸ Smutty HCs ▸ One-Shot Requested (Scheduled to write, changes might occur)

[infinitegalahad]

GENERATION KILL: COMFORTING THERE PARTNER

"This is just me formally submitting a request for that gk boys offering their own forms of comfort fic/ headcanon/ thoughts wtevr. Lol just as a reminder. 😀"@theboardwalkbody

Gif Credit: @ymagor

A/N: You're wish is my command, homes❣️ Here's a little change of pace! @theboardwalkbody inspired this post (and asked it!), so thanks for the Inspo friend! 🤩 I'm doing this for BoB and TP because I'm going through a slight writer's block and instead of thinking about long descriptions, I just wanna so head canons that get a little out of hand. I hope this isn't too ooc😔 Reader has *inserted mental illness* btw, it's up for interpretation! ALSO GN! READER! Enjoy!

Taglist: @theboardwalkbody @contrabandhothead

Masterlist

NATE FICK-

Nate's a calculated person. He can see the patterns in people, things, etc. Like how his father's eyebrows wrinkle when he's excited, or when his mother likes to prep a meal from vegetables to the main course. So when you're happy, sad, whatever-he knows it, and you don't even have to tell him.

He'll come home and see you. He knows that you've heard him calling you're name, but you don't move. He looks all over the house and finds you inside of your tub, just sitting there with no response. The water is running, and your clothes and hair are soaked.

So in an attempt to not disrupt your peace, Nate climbs in and sits next to you. You look over and he's stares at you. Just as your about to speak, he beats you to it.

"I'll get you a towel and some clothes."

And then, he just leaves. You hear the door quietly shut, and you blink for a few seconds. What the hell just happened? It snapped you out of your depressive trance. Now instead of feeling sad-you just were confused.

So you hear the door lightly open again and then close. After a few more minutes of soaking, you get out and see a towel and a set of clothes that are most certainly not yours. It's Nate's Dartmouth Lacrosse sweater and a pair of underwear-he knows you too well.

So you exit the bathroom and you see Nate, putting two cups down of you're favorite tea

And he's got that face. You know the face were he's like ☹️

"Hey, c'mere."

The two of you climb into bed with eachtoher. He throws one of those ugg blankets over you. You rest his head in his chest and he pats your head. There's a silence, until Nate says, "Do you wanna walk about it."

Normally, you'd say no and he'd read you a book you're reading or hold you as you cry, but this time, it's different.

"Yeah, I do. You won't judge, right?"

Nate tilts you chin up, and he's got a tired smile on his face.

"Why would I?"

BRAD COLBERT-

Brad may appear horrible with emotions and reading the room...in which he isn’t

Okay, scratch that. He tries to understand them, it’s just hard for him to give advice and use words to comfort you. He feels like he’s walking on glass, But sometimes, you just need him psychically more then anything.

When you storm out of a room when Chaffin makes a comment on your weight, Brad takes a few minutes to think what he should do.

Normally, he’d just leave you be, but he’s gotta do something. Getting up, he follows you down the hallway. You’re not far, and he’s calling you’re name.

You stop in the hallway, wiping the tears coming down toye face. Brad turns you around with his hands on your shoulder. He’s got a blank face on as he looks at you, seeing your red face and the tears.

While you sob and stutter, he fixes the collar of your shirt, tucks your hair behind your ear, which is normal. He likes to neaten you up to make you feel better.

But he starts to use his thumb, wiping the tears coming down your face. You shocked as he cups your face, making you look into those icy cold eyes. He looks like the Iceman, cold and emotionless, but what he says very Brad.

“You’re beautiful.”

Then he pulls you into a tight grasp. He’s a whole foot taller then you, and you like the way he snakes his hands around his waist and slightly lifts off you your feet. His sheer presence is intimating, but for you; comforting. 

RAY PERSON-

THIS MAN. although a hick with a big mouth, he does know when to shut up and can read you’re emotions like the back of his hand.

He can just see the sadness swelling in your eyes and the way you pick at the foot at your plate and avoid all of needs for cuddles in bed. Heck, it’s making Ray sad.

So he does what he does best-not shutting up, well-about things he likes about you.

“Man! Look at my hot girlfriend/wife! There reading books by the liberal media, total smartie here! Oh! And they have a degree from-“

Ray will also beg for to your attention and follows you around like a puppy. Like you’ll be sitting on the couch and he’ll come rest his head on your lap. You ignore him, but he starts to twist and quote random movies so you finally give in.

Is Ray annoying? Yes. But did he make you smile? Also yes.

Also Ray is a cook, and knows all of your favorite meals. Of course, he sets the table, lights a few Mantown candles (yes there real google them), and comes to serve your meal with two plates.

“The most beautiful man/woman I have ever seen, the love of my life, the apple of my eye, the Avril to my Bizzy D-you’re hot pockets.”

It makes you laugh, which makes Ray happy. He feeds off of that attention. You sit in Ray’s lap, eating hot pockets, and watching The Best Damn Tour. You lean on Ray’s shoulder, and he leans right back.

POKE ESPERA-

Alexa play Whatta Man’ by Salt-N-Peppa BECAUSE! WHAT! A! MAN!

Poke is one tough mofo. He embodies the meme of “Good morning to my beautiful wife/husband and child everybody else get fucked”.

But like every baddie; baddie’s gotta have soft spots for there bitches. He has two; you and his daughter. And oh god he’s love the two of more then anything in the world.

Poke knows you and his daughter well enough. His daughter first notices that your not as enthusiastic and bubbly, and then she tells Poke. But Poke already knows because he’s observant and very in touch with his emotions.

So when he’s a work; he thinks and does a lot of self reflection. He wonders why you’re upset. Did he cause it? What can he do to make it better? He asks all the guys for advice, and even his own daughter.

An idea strikes! Poke’s got a lot of anger, so his therapist told him to express his emotions by journalling. But Poke learns that it helps him get everything out of system, so he’s a secret writer. Heck, he even likes poetry; and would kill anyone if they’d find out.

While off at work, small letters start to appear across you’re house. Some are long, some are short, but there sweet and make you’re day.

“I held the stars in my arms wen I held you”

“I can’t wait to kiss you.”

“Your eyes stole all of my words away”

And the covers of the notes are done by Poke’s daughter, covered in glitter and Lisa Frank stickers.

You confront Poke about this “mysterious pen pal” and Poke is like “I mean, your lips do sound tempting”

You know it’s Poke, and he knows it, but there’s something about the mystery that is very romantic.

WALT HASSER-

Here comes our favourie country pumpkin

Now let me say. This man LOVES you more then anything the world

Doesn’t wanna show you off (but he does)

So when you’re the slightest bit sad, Walt is even sadder then you are

Walt is someone that lives to receive attention, and also he’s someone that likes to give it. Especially to the love of his life!

Walt gives you things you actually need, and nothing that is materialistic. Growing up, his parents had a healthy relationship, and the apple clearly doesn’t fall far from the tree.

Waits on you hand and foot. A back massage? Done. A fuzzy blanket? Right on it! A specific burger from a joint that is thirty minutes away at three in the morning? Walt’s driving like a manic just for you. You have the man’s undivided attention.

“Walt?”

He stops whatever he’s doing and runs over, getting on his knees, “Yeah, what’s up baby?”

“Can you sing the song? Y’know, our song?”

Walt nods his head, now an eager puppy, and gets his gutair to play the song he wrote especially for you. And this is making me realize how painfully single I am oh my

RUDY REYES-

Rudy has an iv of respect woman/men juice. He always understands the assignment-and desires extra credit.

So whenever you’re down in the dumps, Rudy will drop everything and drag you into the car to go walk on his favorite trail. It’s ten miles long, but Rudy is a fitness freak.

First, you hate doing it. But the more you talk these long walks, the more you begin to enjoy it.

Sometimes there silence. Rudy won’t speak force you to talk. Talking is stressful, and Rudy will wait until you’re ready. The two of you holds hands, and Rudy has such a calming presence. It’s really hard to get angry at him.

You finally speak and tell Rudy you’re problems, and he listens and doesn’t interrupt. He’s got a hand on you’re lower back, or on your thigh. He’s basically you’re emotional support teddy bear and will always be a lending ear, or a total cuddle monster.

Rudy has the best advice as well. It’s always some yoga shit, but damn, those breathing  exercises do actually help.

EVAN “Q-TIP” STAFFORD-

Oh Q-Tip. My feral goblin son😭

I love him, but sometimes-things can fly over his head.

But when you start to ignore him and hide away from him, he begins to notice. And he HATES IT.

Like Christianson will ask him if he’s okay and he’ll literally quote a 2pac song and be like,

“I would drop all my girls for you, Walk barefoot 'round the world for you, Fly around like the birds for you, Thats why I wrote these words for you..”

Lilley is like “Brah we gotta help a homie out”

So the three stooges create Lovegate. The mission? to make Q-Tip’s partner happier.

Q-Tip is very artistically inclined. So with Christenson’s editing skills and Lilley’s camera, Q-Tip writes you a song and does a whole music video.

The man rents out a movie theatre venue just to show you. Of course, you’re blown away. It’s horrible and you can taste the autotone, BUT IT’S THE EFFORT THAT COUNTS. and q-tip has that smile on. you know what i’m talking about!

Doc Bryan walks in on the two of you making out and is pissed since all he wanted to do was see the re-screening of Bridemaids but NO, Q-Tip just had to rent out a theatre to show his partner a music video about them and then make out.

He see’s Lilley, who’s recording and asks to interview what Doc’s opinion on the music video, and this is what he’s says.

“I think my ears bled, but thank fuck those two aren’t acting like emo’s.”

DOC BRYAN-

The gif has a purpose. Trust me. SPEAKING OF THE MAN OF THE HOUR

Bryan, like Poke, is a very observant guy. He’s an angry motherfucker, and even a little insensitive, but ever since dating you; he’s tried to change.

He hates the world. People are shitty, and it makes him feel shitty that you’re sad because when you feel shitty, he’s in a shitter mood then he’s usually in

Knowing that his words might sound a little harsh, Byran knows how to distract you. Without words. After all, he didn’t work out for nothing.

Long hugs are you’re thing. The two of you will run into eachother, find a private place, and he’ll just wrap his arms around you. His big arms are protective, and he’s warm, and you just sink into him.

Sometimes, you’ll fall asleep. Byran sometimes will fall asleep with you, other times he’ll gently lay you down and put a blanket with a gentle forehead kiss.

When you cry in his arms, he’ll wipe the tears away. He can feel them against his arm, and he doesn’t know what to do. Crying girls/guys are not his speciality.

But when you squeeze his arm back, to let you know what your there and that you love him, Byran will freeze. He has no idea what to next with words. He’ll put his hand over yours, and turns out; it works well.

After this is all over, he’ll check up on you and ask you simply if you’re okay. You respond with a smile. Byran isn’t one for smiles, but for you, he shows a subtle smile back. Just to let you know.

[auroralightsthesky]

Can you maybe do GenKill Nate Fick x Reader? Where the reader and one of her buddies have been shot by blue on blue fire and she gets absolutely devastated when she hears that he is severely injured and needs casevac.

I apologize for my bad english. Its not my mothertongue.

This is the first request Ive ever done. I really love your page and absolutely adore your writing skills. But of course you don't have to do it if you dont like it. Just ignore it then :)

Honey it's no problem at all and don't worry about the English, English is mine and I'm having trouble learning Spanish and Portuguese as it is so I totally get it. And thank you as always, it's people like you guys that make me wanna write more (lol).

It was supposed to be a simple mission......get in, fuck shit up and leave.

And then the shots rang out in the dark of the night.

You had no idea what the hell happened until something had jumped up and "bit" you, right below the ribs, choking the life out of you. You heard Sergeant Firya, one of the tribal soldiers in your unit, practically screaming for a medic and a pair of hands in fingerless kevlar gloves gripping you to help you stand up.

"Hey! Hey! Sergeant Fick! Sergeant Fick! Stay with me!"

It was a female voice, one of the female fighters in your unit and one of your other best friends, Aliyah Karimi. You felt her hoisting you up, seating you on a row of fallen bricks, tilting your head up against the wall as the lightheadedness began to set in.

"Sergeant Fick," Aliyah asked you, trying to keep calm. "What's ten times four?"

You could hardly hear her through your dulling senses, your head rolling from side to side against the bricks and your breath becoming ragged.

"Son of a bitch," Aliyah hissed under her breath as she hauled out her radio. "Two-one-Actual.....Two-one-Actual do you copy?!"

"Two-one-Actual, copy,"

"We have blue-on-blue fire in the area," Aliyah answered. "Two men down, med-evac and covering fire needed."

"We're on our way."

That was the last you were able to hear clearly until more shouts in Aliyah's mother tongue were heard. "Ali?" you asked, your voice growing hoarse and raspy.

"Hang on," Aliyah told you. "They're almost here."

Aliyah's older brothers, Daryan and Eylo, struck the heads of the flare signals, the red smoke lighting up the little area as the buzz of a Black Hawk was heard overhead. You were a shaking, stumbling mess as you and the other fighter were loaded into the Black Hawk. Daryan and Aliyah helped lay you down as Doc Bryan conversed briefly with Sergeant Firya. You felt a set of hands on you, familiar yet faint, before everything drifted into nothing.

**************

Balad Air Base Hospital

Your eyes slowly opened to the sight of the tan canvas walls and the feeling of a familiar hand on your left, brushing against the little gold band on your ring finger. You shivered from the cool air, despite the covers being drawn up to your chest, but through your blurred vision, you saw the one person you had hoped to see.

Your husband Nate.

"Hey," he whispered. "You awake?"

"Mmmhmm," you hummed weakly. "What happened?"

"Blue-on-blue," Nate answered. "You got hit and so didn't Private Ahmadi."

"Is he ok?" you asked, your voice still hoarse.

"He'll be ok," Nate assured you. "They're giving him a blood transfusion right now. You lost alot too."

You were glad that your partner would be ok, but even more grateful that your husband was here with you. "They sending us home?" you asked.

Nate nodded. "Tomorrow."

You drifted back to sleep with Nate beside you, relieved that now, you'd be going home.....the both of you.

[theboardwalkbody]

[queenofkeys]

Writing Update(s)

So… just in case anyone is interested, I thought I would let you know what I’m currently working on.

1) Lipton x Reader piece. Established Relationship, Modern AU? Carwood is too busy looking after everyone else, that he’s neglecting himself. Reader decides to change that.

2) Grant/Skinny. Established relationship, Modern AU. Grant is getting fed up of his neighbours from hell. His boyfriend Skinny has a simple solution. “Will you just move in with me already?”.

3) Something featuring Nate Fick from Gen Kill. Currently just consists of the writer waxing lyrical about his eyes. That's it. That's literally it. I currently have no plot. I’m sorry, not sorry?

I’m really looking forward to completing all of these! They will probably be posted in the order shown above, hopefully the Lipton piece will be out sometime this weekend.

I hope you are all well! Take care! X

[lovingunderratedcharacters]

Congrats on the followers, you deserve it. Can I have a one shot with eventual reader x Nate Fick? If you do that? I had an ask before about reader joining as a sniper with a high kill count, could you write that as a story. She's an orphan, not emotional kinda cold, but can joke around and be mischievous at time, and is extremely loyal and is used to working alone, but ends up with the group. She's about 5'7 light blonde hair, brown eyes, pretty, smart, with a thin hourglass type figure.

Thanks so much!

(Also, I know about your ask from before. I’m sorry it’s taking me such a long time to get to. I’ll still write it out as headcannons but I’m definitely down for writing a one-shot on this. Get ready for some fluff, angst, and all around confusion.)

“Dead on, once again,” the Captain states, nodding in approval at your perfect aim. He taps his foot and you sigh, pushing yourself up off the ground. You shoulder your rifle and follow three steps behind Captain Thompson and Lieutenant Colonel Ferrando.

“She’s impressive,” Ferrando says in a raspy voice, “I’ll give you that much. How willing would she be to work with my Recon Marines on a mission?” You don’t even open your mouth to answer, knowing that the question was not directed at you.

“Of course she’d be willing,” Captain Thompson lies through his teeth. He knows full well how much you prefer working on your own. You’d rather get a root canal than be brought in with a bunch of men who are just going to jeer and stare at your rack. You chew on your lip to make sure you don’t say anything that could get you into trouble.

“Good,” Ferrando rasps, turning on his heel to look at you. You stand at attention, pulling your poker face and saluting the Lieutenant Colonel. He salutes you quickly and you move your hand down to your side. “I expect you to be packed and ready to leave by 1100 hours.”

“Yes, sir,” you shout.

“Dismissed,” he says, and you walk of to prepare for hell.

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The truck rolls past the barbed wire fence and into the compound, where Marines are fixing cars, exercising, and screwing around. You find yourself getting slightly nervous at the thought of being surrounded by these guys for the next couple of months. Still, you keep yourself steady as the truck stops and you step out. You can feel heads turning as you walk into the Lieutenant Colonel’s tent.

“Corporal (Y/L/N), you have an impressively high kill count,” Ferrando states after sitting down at his desk and looking at some of the paperwork that is presumably yours. “Seventy-two confirmed kills. That’s pretty damn good.”

“Thank you, sir,” you say, not looking at him but rather at the wall of the tent behind him.

“You’ll be reporting to Captain Schwetje. Any more orders that you get will go through him. You should go find him, make sure he knows who you are.”

“Yes, sir,” you hesitate before saying anything else. Ferrando looks up questioningly.

“What is it, Corporal?”

“Do you know where I can find Captain Schwetje, sir?”

“No I don’t. I suggest you go ask around. Get to know some of the other men, considering that you’ll be working with them for quite some time.” You inwardly cringe at the suggestion.

“Thank you, sir.”

“Dismissed.” You turn around and walk out of the tent, your nerves beginning to get the best of you. As soon as you get outside the perimeter of the tent, you look around, trying to figure out the best place for a Captain to be. Looking around, you notice men staring at you so you cross your arms over your chest. You notice a large tent not to far away and go there, quietly praying that you’re not going to get any weird introductions.

Of course, that hope was quickly smashed when you walked inside the new tent, only to come face to face with a completely naked, stunningly gorgeous man. He tries to cover himself up quickly and you look anywhere but at him until there’s a towel wrapped around his waist. He steps forward and tries to shake your hand. You let out a deep breath and take his hand, finally gathering up the courage to look at him again.

“Hi, I’m Rudy,” the man says. You force a smile and shake his hand.

“I’m (Y/N), Bravo Company’s new sniper,” you add.

“Sorry about this,” Rudy states, gesturing to himself. “We weren’t sure when you were getting here.”

“And we didn’t think you’d be a chick,” someone shouts from behind him. You ignore the comment, making sure to keep looking at Rudy’s face so that your eyes don’t wander.

“I was just hoping to find Captain Schwetje,” you inform. You hear a couple groans and someone swears. Obviously, the Captain isn’t well liked.

“Sorry (Y/N), can’t say I know where the Captain is,” Rudy replies.

“You’re looking for Captain Schwtje, right,” someone asks from behind you. You turn around to see an attractive man standing in the opening of the tent, staring at you with amusement. You nod, keeping quiet. The man steps forward. “I’m Lieutenant Fick. I’ll help you find Captain Schwetje. Let’s just get you out of here.” He nods his head at Rudy, who’s still standing there with only a towel covering him. You smirk, shaking your head at the situation.

“Thank you, sir,” you say, beginning to follow him out.

“It’s Nate,” he corrects, “there’s no need to call me sir.”

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You will admit, over the next couple of months, you grew closer to Nate than any of the other men. You just seemed to end up spending most of your time by his side. Then again, you grew close to all the men in the Command vehicle. Q-Tip and you pulled pranks on the higher ups, specifically the jackass that is Schwetje. Christeson taught you a bunch of songs so now you sing along with him while he’s driving, just to keep him company. Gunny was already the Company dad, but he specifically took you under his wing when you showed up. He became incredibly protective of you. He also became a major supporter of you and Fick getting together, despite the rules. Still, you always ended up by Fick’s side, messing around with him and talking for hours.

Recently, though, Nate’s been distant. You’re not entirely sure what you did, but you’re not happy about it. Gunny realized this last night and woke you up early this morning to talk to you.

“What the hell do you want,” you groan, grabbing your blanket and covering your head with it. Gunny pulls the scratchy blanket away from your face. You swear and sit up, nearly smacking foreheads with him.

“Come with me,” he whispers. You roll your eyes and get up, following Gunny as you think about the many ways that you could kill him right about now.

“Once again you old bastard, what the hell do you want,” you snarl. Gunny chuckles and grabs your shoulders, making you sit down in the passenger seat of the humvee.

“You need to talk to him,” Gunny says. You scoff and try to kick his shin.

“Who’s him, Gunny? I’m not a damn mind reader.”

“You are a bit of a bitch, though.” You glare at him and try to lunge, only to be blocked by his strong arms. “I’m kidding, hun. It’s just fun to mess with you when you’re tired.”

“I’m about two second away from clawing your tongue out.”

“You need to talk to Nate,” Gunny nearly shouts. “Be the bigger person and just go talk to him.”

“Why doesn’t he talk to me? I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“It’s not something you did. I think you know what it is.” You sit still for a minute, racking your brain to figure out what could’ve happened to make Nate not want to talk to you. Gunny realizes that you don’t have a clue. “Wow, you really don’t know?” You shake your head. “He’s falling for you, (Y/N). He knows it so he doesn’t want to break any rules so he’s keeping himself distant. And it’s a load of bullshit. So go talk to him before I lock both of you in a crapper until you confess.” You’re shaken by the information, because up until this moment, you’d ignored the feeling that you’d get in the pit of your stomach whenever you saw him. You thought nothing of it until hearing that Nate has feelings for you. Now, you feel the butterflies coming back, and suddenly you aren’t paying attention to Gunny. Instead, you’re intently focused on the soft voice speaking from somewhere behind you.

“Thanks,” you whisper, walking past Gunny and around the humvee to find Nate. Your legs are shaking and your palms feel sweaty. This is worse than your first day with the guys. You walk around until you find him, talking casually to Colbert. Brad sees you walking up and quickly excuses himself. Nate begins to walk away when you grab his arm.

“What is it, Corporal,” Nate asks, as professional as possible. Hearing him use your title instead of name stings a bit, and you loose a bit of your courage.

“Since when did you start calling me Corporal, Nate,” you whisper. He looks at the window of the humvee intently.

“I just think that we should be less informal. I’m still your CO, and you’re my sniper. It’s just not conducive to a friendship,” he says. You scoff indignantly, nearly smacking him.

“What the hell are you talking about? We’ve never had a problem before,” you retort.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Of course it matters, Nate. I’ve known you since my first day here. You’ve been by my side the entire time. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you. You mean the world to me and I thought that I meant a lot to you. But now you’re pulling away and I don’t know what to do. I mean, I love you, for Christ’s sake. I don’t want to be without you.” You stop speaking as soon as you realize what you said. Nate stares at you intently, not saying a word.

He takes a step forward and grabs the back of your neck. He presses his lips against yours and pulls you in close. You hesitate before placing your hands against his chest. You deepen the kiss, moaning slightly at the sensation of being touched after so long of no physical contact.

Soon, he pulls away, and you whimper at the lack of touch. You keep your eyes shut for a few seconds after before you look up at him. He looks down at you with a look in his eye that you’ve never seen before.

“I’m in love you with, (Y/N). I’m so sorry that I was pulling away, but you need to understand how bad this is. We can’t be open about any relationship the two of us have or else we’re going to be kicked out.”

“I know,” you answer. “Just please don’t ever act like that again. I genuinely thought that you hated me or something.”

“I could never hate you. Even if I did, I don’t think you’d let me, Miss Seventy-Two Kills.” You laugh, placing you head on his chest, feeling content for the first time in a while.

(I know it’s cheesy, and I wanted to do more stuff on this but I have so much to do. I really hope you like it.)