Give me a pairing (Generation Kill and American Idiot only) and a prompt, and I'll write you one line of fic. Feel free to go crazy with the number of requests, as I'm doing this in hope of scaring up an idea for warbigbang.
Tunny wouldn't have thought that Johnny quitting heroin would have downsides, but Johnny has so many nightmares about god knows what, and he can't stop shaking even if Tunny holds him down.
Re: ALSO ANOTHER SINCE I CAN'T HELP MYSELF I'M SORRY you don't have to do bothlittle_missmimiMay 18 2011, 02:12:23 UTC
(I would also write this all day, except I have timeline/lack of interest in WWII issues.)
It's Germany and it's winter and it's freezing, even with the small fire blazing. The heat seeps into their pup tent, but John's teeth are chattering. Stafford is next to him, halfway to sleep but still semi-alert, and he seems like he's cold to the bone.
"Q-Tip?" John asks quietly. Q-Tip turns. He blinks his eyes open and stares right and John and then he's on them, all these months of stolen glances and cautious, casual touches and shit, deep conversations, spilling over into something uncontrollable.
This could never happen in Illinois. John knows it's not okay, or right, but they're in a forest thousands of miles from home. Europe is so dark, and so foreign, and under the cover of night, it doesn't feel wrong. Q-Tip fits into all of John's empty places, and makes him feel not so cold.
Tunny/Will or Tunny/Will/EG, dancing to the radio Brad/Nate, crack Nate/Christeson (because I'm mean), first time Stafford/Christeson, battle Ray/Anyone, say Uncle
It's a complete accident, something Nate never meant to see, but Christeson looks up with wide eyes and asks Nate to stay in a voice that makes it impossible for him to leave.
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It's Germany and it's winter and it's freezing, even with the small fire blazing. The heat seeps into their pup tent, but John's teeth are chattering. Stafford is next to him, halfway to sleep but still semi-alert, and he seems like he's cold to the bone.
"Q-Tip?" John asks quietly. Q-Tip turns. He blinks his eyes open and stares right and John and then he's on them, all these months of stolen glances and cautious, casual touches and shit, deep conversations, spilling over into something uncontrollable.
This could never happen in Illinois. John knows it's not okay, or right, but they're in a forest thousands of miles from home. Europe is so dark, and so foreign, and under the cover of night, it doesn't feel wrong. Q-Tip fits into all of John's empty places, and makes him feel not so cold.
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seriously, I love them so much.
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Tunny/Will or Tunny/Will/EG, dancing to the radio
Brad/Nate, crack
Nate/Christeson (because I'm mean), first time
Stafford/Christeson, battle
Ray/Anyone, say Uncle
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