GK, No Nose Goes, 1/1, PG, Brad/girl!Nate/girl!Ray, 484
Title: No Nose Goes
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: PG
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Brad Colbert x girl!Nate Fick x girl!Ray Person
Warning(s): AU, genderswap, domesticity
Spoiler(s): None
Prompt(s): kari_hermione, Brad/girl!Ray/girl!Nate
Word Count: 484
Notes: ...
Summary: It's Brad's turn to cook.
Disclaimer: I do not own Generation Kill. This is a work of fiction inspired by the fictional portrayal of the actual events. No harm intended.
“No nose goes!” Rae says, plopping on the couch half on top of Brad, and touching a finger to the tip of her nose.
Brad’s not even sure what they’re supposed to be trying to get out of, but he reaches for his nose anyways.
“Too late,” Natalie says, grinning. She’s leaning against the archway that leads into the kitchen, and she’s got one finger pressed to the tip of her nose as well.
Sighing in exasperation, Brad looks from where Natalie is standing to Rae who has already somehow wormed his Xbox controller from his hands without his noticing and playing his game. “Fine, what is it that I’m doing?”
“You have to cook dinner,” Natalie says.
Normally, Brad would point out that Natalie and Rae were both women, and that by definition they should excel in the kitchen and enjoy cooking dinner. Only, Natalie would call him a sexist mother fucker, lead Rae into a coup, and not only would Brad sleep on the couch for a week, neither Rae nor Natalie would put out.
Which really sucks, because Rae is actually an exceptional cook when she feels like it. The problem is, she never does.
Which would leave Natalie to cook but if it doesn’t come out of a box than Brad and Rae have long since stopped trusting Natalie to cook anything edible. She’s not really allowed or trusted alone in a kitchen, which is kind of funny, since it’s Natalie.
Brad can feel Rae and Natalie looking at him though, and he rolls his eyes. “How about I just give you my credit card and you call for takeout?”
“You’ll let me have your credit card?” Rae asks, perking up.
“No,” Brad says, scowling. He has to push Rae’s legs off of him to arch his hips and reach his back pocket, but as soon as he’s got his wallet free she throws them right back up. “Here, Natalie.”
“I can’t believe you don’t trust me,” Rae says, pouting. “It’s not like I’d try and buy a new car or anything. I think we could both agree that Natalie would look awesome in a nurse’s outfit. Or a schoolgirl one. Oooh - “
“Shut up, Rae,” Natalie says, rolling her eyes. She takes Brad’s wallet and leans over him to press her lips against Rae’s forehead. “Just be glad you’re not forced to cook or pay for dinner.”
“Fair enough,” Rae says. She curls into Brad’s side with a happy sound, handing his controller back to him. “Though you have to admit I have a point.”
Brad accepts it wordlessly, wondering what on Earth he did to deserve this kind of punishment. Then again, he’d probably do it all over again, if he had the choice. “Just shut up, Rae.”
Rae sticks out her tongue, but obeys, and Brad knows that yeah, he definitely would do it all over again.
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: PG
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Brad Colbert x girl!Nate Fick x girl!Ray Person
Warning(s): AU, genderswap, domesticity
Spoiler(s): None
Prompt(s): kari_hermione, Brad/girl!Ray/girl!Nate
Word Count: 484
Notes: ...
Summary: It's Brad's turn to cook.
Disclaimer: I do not own Generation Kill. This is a work of fiction inspired by the fictional portrayal of the actual events. No harm intended.
“No nose goes!” Rae says, plopping on the couch half on top of Brad, and touching a finger to the tip of her nose.
Brad’s not even sure what they’re supposed to be trying to get out of, but he reaches for his nose anyways.
“Too late,” Natalie says, grinning. She’s leaning against the archway that leads into the kitchen, and she’s got one finger pressed to the tip of her nose as well.
Sighing in exasperation, Brad looks from where Natalie is standing to Rae who has already somehow wormed his Xbox controller from his hands without his noticing and playing his game. “Fine, what is it that I’m doing?”
“You have to cook dinner,” Natalie says.
Normally, Brad would point out that Natalie and Rae were both women, and that by definition they should excel in the kitchen and enjoy cooking dinner. Only, Natalie would call him a sexist mother fucker, lead Rae into a coup, and not only would Brad sleep on the couch for a week, neither Rae nor Natalie would put out.
Which really sucks, because Rae is actually an exceptional cook when she feels like it. The problem is, she never does.
Which would leave Natalie to cook but if it doesn’t come out of a box than Brad and Rae have long since stopped trusting Natalie to cook anything edible. She’s not really allowed or trusted alone in a kitchen, which is kind of funny, since it’s Natalie.
Brad can feel Rae and Natalie looking at him though, and he rolls his eyes. “How about I just give you my credit card and you call for takeout?”
“You’ll let me have your credit card?” Rae asks, perking up.
“No,” Brad says, scowling. He has to push Rae’s legs off of him to arch his hips and reach his back pocket, but as soon as he’s got his wallet free she throws them right back up. “Here, Natalie.”
“I can’t believe you don’t trust me,” Rae says, pouting. “It’s not like I’d try and buy a new car or anything. I think we could both agree that Natalie would look awesome in a nurse’s outfit. Or a schoolgirl one. Oooh - “
“Shut up, Rae,” Natalie says, rolling her eyes. She takes Brad’s wallet and leans over him to press her lips against Rae’s forehead. “Just be glad you’re not forced to cook or pay for dinner.”
“Fair enough,” Rae says. She curls into Brad’s side with a happy sound, handing his controller back to him. “Though you have to admit I have a point.”
Brad accepts it wordlessly, wondering what on Earth he did to deserve this kind of punishment. Then again, he’d probably do it all over again, if he had the choice. “Just shut up, Rae.”
Rae sticks out her tongue, but obeys, and Brad knows that yeah, he definitely would do it all over again.