"Brad and Ray fuck, but Brad and Nate make love.
With Brad and Ray, you know, Trombley is there, the Reporter is there... they start singing after...
Brad and Nate would go way out where no one could find them. Brad would shoot any witnesses."
-- my partner, in response to "Brad/Ray or Brad/Nate?"
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Funny you mentioned Generation Kill, I was just thinking earlier today how I've missed BradRay shenanigans, so....consider this a prompt for BradRay shenanigans? 😂
No fic idea is coming to mind, but I have been considering what they're like TODAY. There was this silent hope from SO MANY PEOPLE that both of them being retired from the Corps would chill them the fuck out a little.
No. Not even a little bit.
In fact, it's possibly worse because it's considered rude to decide things via a wrestling match in the middle of the Kroger's.
"Brad would never!" you are likely thinking.
And Poke is showing up like a force ghost going, "Did you think that white bitch was normal?"
And Poke is (as always) right.
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💜 for brad/ray?
*cracks knuckles* here we go!!
When Brad stalks off, Ray thinks that okay, maybe it was stupid but he wasn’t going to get an earful about it, because he knew it was a stupid thing to do. Who the fuck gets out of their relatively safe vehicle to stand in front of another vehicle in the middle of a fucking firefight? Ray, apparently.
“Brad’s comin’ in hot, at your three o’clock.” Walt chimes out suddenly before hopping off to leave Ray all by his lonesome and fully at the mercy of Brad’s righteous attitude. Ray grimaces but shifts to lean against the humvee, smiling when he turns to face Brad.
“What’s up Brad? Checked the tires, they’re all fine and dandy, no spares needed.”
Brad gives him a steely gaze before looking around and then stepping closer.
“What the fuck was that, Ray?”
Play stupid, his mind supplies. “What was what?”
“Stop it, you fucking jumping out of the humvee, are you looking to get yourself killed?” Brad asks, voice low enough that it drives a shiver down Ray’s spine. He hates being under Brad’s gaze when he’s like this, like he’s torn between chastising Ray or mother henning him.
Ray frowns, he knows it was stupid, but it was sort of neccessary, especially considering apparently everyone suddenly forgot they’d had comms. “Well, LT jumped out too and—”
Brad stops him with a sharp “Ray.” And Ray’s mouth clicks shut and he swallows, feeling annoyed and maybe hopeful or something, because he knows it was stupid but there’s a part of him that feels like doing cartwheels because Brad cares enough to get mad. Or maybe he just doesn’t want the trouble of getting a new RTO. “Fick is our commanding officer, of course he’s expected to get out and direct us, but you just can’t — you can’t.” He sucks in a breath, rubbing at his eyes with one hand and Ray just stares.
“Don’t fucking do that again,” Brad says after a long pause, his face contorting like he’s trying to continue being mad before his gaze softens a bit. “I can’t unfuck the radios myself,” comes out a little forced and fake sounding but Brad smiles and Ray can’t help but mirror it.
“Yeah, you would be pretty lost without me.”
“I would. I really would, Ray.”
Then Brad’s taking another look around before he’s stepping forward, hand up on the humvee’s roof and leaning in closer. Ray feels goosebumps spread across his neck at the body heat radiating off of Brad, a stark contrast to the cool air of the night. He doesn’t have much time to think about anything else before Brad’s kissing him quickly, knocking their foreheads together when he pulls away before ultimately moving away entirely, leaving Ray feeling like he’s floating
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Brad getting over his dislike of PDA for Ray because Ray struggles with crowded spaces due to PTS. He understands that Ray sometimes needs physical touch to ground him, so when Ray asks if he can hold Brad's hand near busy streets and in congested stores, Brad always lets him and squeezes periodically to remind Ray of where he is.
Brad will often place his hand at the small of Ray's back and gently push when he notices Ray looking uneasy about a space, slowing down a little but still keeping them going. He's letting Ray know he always has his RTO's six.
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the thing about bradray is that brad and ray are like fr besties like they are each other’s ride or die, go best friend that’s my best friend, even though brad is like a dick and ray is a bigger dick back (in canon, ray purposely drives recklessly IN A WAR ZONE!!!!!! when brad upsets him like that is the level of Married they are) they’re always gonna be each other’s Other like it’s not even brad and ray it’s bradandray, where one goes the other will surely follow and i’m gonna throw up because of them
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"in that case then it is absolutely 'Why'd you have to go and make things so complicated?' by @biggaybrad like this fic owns my entire soul, it's been years and i still think about it almost daily 🥰"
you're TOO SWEET ahhh 🥰 I haven't been on this blog/written a gen kill fic in forever but I'm so glad that this is still getting some love! - biggaybrad
oh trust me this fic OWNS ME it's literally one of my favourite ever fics written! it deserves all of the love in the world!!! 🥰
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