Good Cookies: Prompt and Fill Post, Round Two

[yagkyas_mod]

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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[fandomfan]

Yes, yes, Colbert and Fick prep for the big night (aka please oh please put them both in dress blues). But they've been uber stealth, and no one actually knew they were more than just "Colbert and Fick".

Until this year.

FILL: Yielding Center 1/3

[templemarker]

In the mirror they look startlingly similar, despite age and time. The uniform is designed to bring all soldiers to act together as one, and in this instance it works all too well. Nate is just a hair shorter than Brad, their white-top hats nearly even in the reflected light. Nate got a haircut for this, making him look impossibly younger even to Brad's knowing eyes

FILL: Yielding Center 2/3

[templemarker]

"Brad," Nate says again, only this time he's just shy of wrecked. Brad raises his hand, straightens the brim of Nate's cover, and runs his thumb along Nate's eyebrow

FILL: Yielding Center 3/3

[templemarker]

When they part, Nate's eyes are closed, and Brad allows himself a gloating smirk. He did that. He does that. No one gets to do that to Nate but him, and by god Brad is a lucky fuck

[alethialia]

Just so you know, there's something funky going on in those links to previous years. I'm getting page not founds.

[yagkyas_mod]

Thanks for the heads up! Looks like I double-quoted everything, but it's all fixed now. Good catch!

[accol]

Trombley, He surprises everyone when he shows up with a cake

[perpet_fic]

FILL:Ray spots him first, coming in the side door with his wife on his arm and holding a small, white box about seven inches square. “Dude,” he says to Brad, smacking Brad on the arm to get his attention. “What the shit’s Trombley packing

[impala_chick]

ROFL.

“Ask him,” he mutters. “The fuck kind of answer is that, Bradley?”
I started laughing then and didn't stop until the end. Oh, Ray.

[perpet_fic]

I so adore writing Ray. He lets me say the super-ridiculous things. I'm so glad you liked it!

[accol]

Doc or DocxAny, drinking game

[perpet_fic]

FILL:

If he were watching this on tv, Doc thinks, he'd be dead right now. The drinking game he's invented to keep himself from going completely fucking crazy while listening to the shit that comes out of Encino Man and Captain America's mouths would be downright suicidal if he had booze instead of the over-warm water from his canteen.

Encino Man reads the map wrong? Drink.

Captain America goes off on a tirade about how the enemy is firing on them when there's no goddamn gunshots to be heard? Drink

[accol]

Oh wow!........ FAVORITE! This is a fantastic take on this prompt. I didn't have this in mind at all and the surprise of it has made it that much better! I really enjoy Doc and you've got him just right here.

[perpet_fic]

Thank you so much! I love Doc but haven't ever written him, so it was great to have a chance to do it.

[accol]

BradxNate, they hate being late, but some things can't be avoided.

FILL: Detour

[templemarker]

Brad is seriously like five seconds from getting out the door when he makes the mistake of stopping in the bathroom to retrieve his watch.

As he scans the room looking for the fucking thing, Nate pokes his head out of the shower. He looks about fifteen years younger, hair plastered to the side of his face and color staining his cheeks. "Are you planning on having a night, or a night?" he asks, and for a second Brad forgets how to reply. He wants to brush the water from Nate's eyes and simultaneously wants to roll his own at the sap

[fandomfan]

Delicious!

I love how playful they are with each other here.

[perpet_fic]

Nate, you evil man. I approve. Well done!