Good Cookies: Prompt and Fill Post, Round Three

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Good Cookie, definition: 1. Marine Corps Good Conduct Medal; 2. Generation Kill fanworks created for YAGKYAS. Can include short (under 1000 words) ficlets, drabbles, drawables, mixtapes, fanart, whatever!

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[amoama]

^ Umm I don't know what LA living so I can't imagine this comes too close to what you were after but I hope you like it anyway. Also, Trombley. And warnings for homophobic language/attitude. ^

Trombley spots them near the vegetables, and like the war-tested Marine that he is, he waits, and observes before he makes his presence known.

"Paps. Stay calm. No need to freak out, my man."

"Ruud. I'm not freaking out. We're in the Whole Foods store. "

"It's always the grocery aisles, Pap, all the articles say it."

"I fail to see what it is about broccoli or this lettuce here that's going to make me piss in my pants. Did we even see one green thing that wasn't our fucking MOPP suits the whole way round Iraq?"

"You gotta be aware, stay centred. Don't want no flashbacks on our hands while I'm trying to make gourmet nut roast."

"Rudy. You don't need to mother me. You'll make my dick as limp as my goddamn leg if you keep this up."

"Copy that, Paps. Grab me the asparagus will you?"

Trombley falls sideways into the dairy products as his mind tries to process the precise levels of faggotry being discussed right in front of him.

"Brother!!" Rudy rescues him from the smelly cheese and pulls him into an inescapable embrace. "Glad to see you're thinking about your health and respecting the planet by going organic. Beautiful life choices, Devil Dog."

Trombley splutters in a way that is completely counter-productive to getting his breath back after Rudy's hug.

Pappy has followed in behind Rudy and is slapping Trombley on the back in a move that is simultaneously a greeting and a rescue. Trombley is firmly manoeuvred out of Rudy's arms.

Trombley looks up to see Pappy's meaningfully-arched eyebrows and knows for sure he's busted when Pappy lets go of him and snakes an arm round Rudy's waist. It's pointed in a I-don't-give-two-fucks kind of way that Trombley can read loud and clear. Rudy instantly reciprocates, throwing his arm over Pappy's shoulder and kissing the top of his head.

"Come to ours for dinner, James." Pappy says, and the use of his first name is enough of a threat for Trombley to know he's not going to get away with refusing. "Rudy's making nut roast."

There's a sly curl to Pappy's drawl that makes Trombley's insides whimper.

Rudy cuffs Pappy round the head and then turns himself around so his arm is now draped over Trombley's shoulder and he's using it to propel him towards the check-out. "Come on my heroic friend, you can never have too many vegetables in your life. What's ours is yours, you know that."

Trombley can hear Pappy chuckling softly behind them. Trombley resigns himself to going quietly. He only came in here because Lita likes the chutneys and he needs a little something extra to fill her Christmas stocking and now he's going to have to brazen it out through whatever queer pre-Christmas love-fest his former platoon-mates are planning. He supposes he's going to be lucky if Rudy stays clothed for it. He has a quick mental image of Rudy cooking his nut roast in the nude, perhaps apron covering his front but ass free and easy in Trombley's face as he sits at the table.

Trombley's stride wobbles a bit and Rudy tightens his grip on his shoulder.

All it amounts to really is just one more instance of all-out-gayness that most of being in the Marine Corps turned out to be, and that he'll need to keep quiet about in front of his Dad and Father-in-Law.

[amoama]

As they get to the car Trombley remembers the chutney again and, when he explains, Rudy and Pappy exchange a look,

"Go on Trombley," Rudy says kindly, "Get your wife her present, we'll have you both over another time."

Trombley gives them both genuine hugs in his relief at being let off this easy and sprints away. When he gets to the door he turns back to check they're leaving. Pappy shuts the boot of the car and hobbles a little as he makes his way round to the passenger seat. Rudy follows him, hovering, and then gets an elbow to the ribs for his efforts.

"Not mothering, just love you," Trombley hears Rudy's impassioned, unashamed voice ring out across the lot and watches as Rudy pushes Pappy against the car door for a kiss.

When they break apart Pappy's grinning ruefully. "Get driving, Rudy." He says as he lowers himself into the car. Trombley's mortified by the wink a still-smiling Pappy sends his way but he stays stock still as their car drives off.

He's walked halfway round the store before he remembers again what he came back in for.

[templemarker]

Awwwww! I love it. Great job. And bonus Trombley!

[accol]

Rudy's comment that one can never have too many vegetables in one's life is too funny and spot on! And the idea that Trombley would have even have heard of chutney means he married just the right woman to show him other than his narrow bit of the world. That makes me want Rudy and Pappy to invite her to dinner too!

[amoama]

<3333 Yes I've always felt vaguely sorry for Trombley's wife but perhaps she's widening his horizons one chutney at a time. :DD

[templemarker]

Seriously, I keep laughing everytime I think "nut roast."

[stripedpetunia]

I'm glad I'm not the only one.

[amoama]

*grins* There's nothing like grocery-plot schmoop I guess! Glad you enjoyed it. <3

[dargai]

This is lovely. Trombley's awkwardness is adorable, and Rudy and Pappy are love.

[amoama]

Thanks! Trombley had it coming for sure. <33

[hypertwink]

Already tickled by Rudy/Pappy, and then you add Trombley being shut up by so much queer shit from those two. Awesome.

I'll break my naked!Rudy for you =)

[impala_chick]

Beautiful life choices, Devil Dog
PRICELESS

This was all kinds of awesome.

[amoama]

Thank you!!! <3