#generation kill x reader

[tetragonia]

I keep reading (y/n) as why-end instead of inserting my own name😭

#fanfic #(y/n) #my name is 'your name' #hbo war #grishaverse #bridgerton fic #band of brothers x reader #generation kill x reader #fanfiction #six of crows x reader

[softly-writes]

hi :) are you working on anything rn?

Hi Sweet Anon! There's a small list..and given you came to my personal blog, which is a mess of multiple fandoms, I'm not sure which fandom you came from so I'll give you a run-down...

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒: @lieutenant-speirs ▸ Lᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ Pʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ (Lɪᴘᴛᴏɴ); 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈; 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆. ▸ Sɢᴛ. Mᴀʀᴛɪɴ x Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ Cᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛ (Pʀᴇᴠɪᴇᴡ ʜᴇʀᴇ); 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈; 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆. ▸ Sick Lipton, Caring Speirs (This idea) 𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂 ▸ Malarkey Needs a Hug drabble (𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 @liebgotts-lovergirl) 𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂 ▸ Asks in general - 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋: @hitman-two ▸ Amazing Grace content (Doc Bryan x Grace) 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈; 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆. ▸ Brad Smut (Requested twice!) 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈; 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆. ▸Ray or Walt request 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈; 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆. ▸ Brad x Reader (Female Reporter) request 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 - 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍: [𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜]

#band of brothers x reader #generation kill x reader #nate fick x reader #lieutenant fick x reader #brad colbert x reader #sergeant colbert x reader #carwood lipton x reader #lipton x reader #sergeant lipton x reader #lieutenant speirs x reader #ron speirs x reader #ronald speirs x reader #sergeant martin x reader #johnny martin x reader #sergeant johnny martin x reader #malarkey x reader #donald malarkey x reader #sergeant malarkey x reader

[hitman-two]

Bouquet of Flowers (Grace x Doc)

|| Rushed drabble of a fluffy domestic interaction between our fave ship! Up to you whether you see it as them in a relationship, or them as roommate-friendship but definitely on the cusp of figuring out their feelings. Grace glanced up to see Doc walking in with a bouquet of flowers. Her blue eyes immediately snapped to the colour display of petals and her brows raised as she glanced back over at him. "Why are you holding flowers? You look ridiculous." "You know...most women fawn over a man who gifts them flowers." "Fawn? In case you haven't noticed, I'm not a deer-" "Oh I'm well aware." "- And if I wanted flowers, I'd go out and buy myself some." "What do you have against flowers?" "They wilt and die? It's a waste of money, Timothy." "Guess I'll go get my money back then..." Their conversation had been light and there was no dig at one another whatsoever. To others on the outside, it may seem like Grace was being ungrateful but Doc knew Grace. He knew she wasn't allowing herself to be soft. He'd stand his ground and argue with her until he won. Just as predicted, Grace was quick to stand up and snatch the bouquet of colorful flowers of his hand before he could turn around and leave.

"The hell you will."

Doc held back the smug smile but his blue eyes sparkled with that knowing look, watching as Grace sighed softly as her own eyes glanced over the flowers once more. Holding the flowers close to her, she leaned up a little and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, "It looks like a fairy threw up." Doc chuckled, half-expecting a 'thank you' and a softer reaction instead of the typical Grace comment. He followed her into the kitchen as she located a glass pitcher for a makeshift vase, undid the bouquet packaging, and situated the flowers in the pitcher. When she finished making sure all the stems were in the water (that's as much flower-arranging as you're going to get from her), Doc came up beside her, placing his right hand down on the benchtop to steady himself, his left shoulder nudging hers. Unlike before, his voice was much lower, "You're allowed to be soft, Grace. It doesn't make you weak." Her hands stilled when he called her out, and she kept her gaze on the fairy atrocity, hands lowering to the benchtop and fingers loosely curling into her palm. "...I know." The two were quiet for a moment. Neither moving from their positions. But, as always, there was nothing uncomfortable about it. Eventually, Doc broke the silence, "Happy Valentine's Day, Grace." Her blue eyes finally met his and she smiled softly. "Happy Valentines Day, Tim." Turning her body to face him, she wrapped her arms around his waist. He was quick to place a kiss on her forehead before wrapping his own arms around her and resting his cheek on head. Both content in the embrace.

They don't need much in their relationship. But what they have, their content with.

"Thank you." came the softer reply Tim was expecting. His own lips turning into a soft smile that Grace couldn't see. But she felt it through the way he tightened his arms around her.

|| If you'd like me to tag you in Doc x Grace stuff, let me know! I thought I'd post this now in case I don't get a chance to revisit it with a proper one-shot drabble before Valentines.

Also if you see this as roommates-friendship... think of it as Grace recently having broken up with someone she was seeing. Did Doc do this to cheer her up? or because he doesn't realise he has feelings for her? Or both? You decide.

#Doc Bryan holding flowers is just my everything #Doc Bryan choosing flowers though.... #Doc Bryan x Grace #Amazing Grace Drabble #Generation Kill Drabble #Generation Kill Valentines Day #Doc Bryan Valentines Day #I just want to say that Grace is deeply appreciative of the flowers okay? Don't hate on her. She's just...not good with mushy stuff #But Doc handles her tough exterior quite well I think #Generation Kill Doc Bryan #Generation Kill Ship #Generation Kill x Reader #Hitman Two Ficklets

[atlabeth]

law school hotch 🫶

#him in glasses KILLS MEEE #i think i’m just a sucker for guys w glasses lmao!! as a fellow glasses wearer #made with dance until we’re bones hotch and reader in mind but #generally applies to him in law school i’m just self centered #aaron hotchner moodboard #aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds moodboard

[just-null-cult]

HI JAY!! i just saw ur post abt giving u ideas as to what costumes to give nori and omg my brain automatically gave me an image

NORITOSHI AS CAT!!!! like with pink paws and white fur like in a onesie 😭😭 omg he would look sooo cuteeeeeeee aldoe he acts like a black cat but he physically he would suit a white cat's costume so much better omg imagine him with a pout complaining abt it like he wanted to be something else but u suggested that idea and he cant say no OWNFKDKDKKDDK

HI ROSE!! you're so fucking fr for this. i finished this so fast i felt like it wasnt enough so i messed around and doodled some more.. maybe i'll continue doing this with some of the costume ideas? who knows.

all i knows is how cute this cat boy is

[Doodles under the cut!]

hes.. he's so fucking cute as a cat... I see you're on the side that sees Noritoshi as cat like. interesting. I 100% approve.

I couldn't choose between black cat or white so I went with both and a mix... I fucking. I can't with your mind. it's so big. the pouting got me fucked up bro. you're so fucking fr.................

noritoshi is a very serious and very hard working heir. its why his toe beans are so tantalizing

#kamo noritoshi #noritoshi kamo #kamo noritoshi x reader #noritoshi kamo x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #btw i love your enthusiasm and little bit there at the end #AND FUCK #YOU MADE MY BRAIN CHURN AND I GKHKHK #pouting noritoshi always fucking kills me and sends me to overdrive so i dedicate this to you rose #ALSO. I IMAGINE. NORITOSHI LIKING ANY KIND OF PHYSICAL AFFECTION IN GENERAL?? ESP IF HE TRUSTS YOU. like a cat. heh. #so even if hes upset/annoyed/embarrassed. hed still want your touch #i see him getting MORE upset and annoyed if you stop so i just. fucking die ig #merry october #<- my halloween tag? #??? #illogicallyx #IF ANY OF YOU EVER WONDER WHY I ALWAYS COLOR CODE NORITOSHI WITH REDS AND PINKS. its bc of his blood manipulation.. heh. and why pink? bc #love. and hes cute in pink. fucking sue me damn

[creationsabyss]

My thoughts on the Aventurine drama

I've been inactive for a while, I was (still am) busy in real life but coming back online to post and seeing discourse about a newly crowned favorite character is disheartening. Even more so, that people are harassing other writers over a drama I feel is overblown.

I have thoughts regarding it but I'm unsure if my opinion would be appreciated. But if you'd like to peacefully talk it out with me, I'd be happy to lend an ear. I'd like to hear both sides, as meager as my opinion may be.

Oh boy, here we go.

Aventurine is a character, a fictional being born to entertain the players. He is not real. He can not be offended by what you create of him. There is no point getting upset on the behalf of a character and prioritizing fiction over a person who does actually exist.

If we do want to condemn slavery fics, why not also cancel slave reader fics? Or ones that include things such as dead dove (including yanderes in general) fics because those topics are equally terrible to condone and write about from that point of view. Or how about other characters that have similar topics in their lore. Should those also be canceled too?

*There are also folks who make problematic pieces to help cope with their own trauma. Does that mean they should be canceled too? (On that note: making a piece that holds problematic content does not always mean the person condones it in real life. Fiction is fiction for a reason.)

In the end, I think everyone can have their own opinions, but I would like to say that your opinions do not justify terrible actions. Just because you disagree with something does not justify you bullying someone into deleting one of their works, whether it is art or writing or anything else, I do not think that is justifiable. Harassing someone or calling people to harass them is not right either.

*If you did disagree with it, why not message the author about it instead of making accusatory posts? Even when done with good intentions, all it does is cause harm when it's practically inviting people to go harass someone over a fanfiction. A very mild fanfiction at that.

If you disagree with a piece, cool. That's your opinion. Just don't interact with it then. Block that creator or that tag or whatever it is that led you there. Or if you're curious, ask that creator.

Also, to reiterate, in my opinion, fiction is still just fiction. Especially when it's a fanfiction about a fictional character. Yes, his canon lore exists, but people can use that basis in fanfiction, something that will inherently warp canon because we are not the original writers and can not capture him in the exact way he was created. In case that doesn't make sense: Fanfiction does not have to comply with the original lore. Also since some of you seem to be forgetting: fiction does not mirror real life.

If you are truly that concerned over sensitive topics like that, directing that energy towards projects that involve such topics in real life would be much better than attacking people on the internet.

#Ink stained letters #I'll probably delete this #If I remember #Sometimes I forget I post stuff #aventurine x reader #The slavery fiction drama #That I have #Let's say thoughts on #Will maybe start posting stuff again #Harassing people is not it though #Isn't that a saying #Two wrongs don't make a right #What an unfortunate time to return to #Killed my will to post things #I'll still post something today or tomorrow to make up for being gone #And for this post #Also people getting mad for a character is really strange #In my opinion #The characters aren't real? #They can't get offended? #Why are we hurting real people over a character that isn't real #This is my take on the drama #Can everyone stop harassing other people over fiction #I don't find any sense in it #This is my opinion #hsr aventurine #Also from my experience #Call out posts are generally just harmful #Especially when you don't make it a secret of who you're talking about #Let people write what they want

[terrence-silver]

Random Concept: Terry Silver with a TikTok-obsessed Beloved

It would be cute if beloved wanted to film cute couple moments with Terry.

Spicier with Terry during the Halloween season because of all the Ghostface masks trending.

I can imagine Gen Z beloved doing something like the Gothic Baby account if they have a kids with Terry.

Like, I do think Terry Silver, in his old age majorly keeps up with trends.

He always has.

He always had his finger on the pulse of the 'brand new thing'.

More so than young people, undoubtedly --- he's a businessman, after all.

He's too clever not to keep up. That's how he can blend in so perfectly and adapt if need be, being chameleonic in nature, changing and transforming with the times. It's how he can manipulate perceptions and cultural norms --- by being in touch with things around him, sure, like the advent of social media. The Online sphere. Being Vegan for a while, because that's a la mode and acceptable in a more Liberal, upper crust crowd in Los Angeles --- it's admirable, even. A societal badge that says one's a conscientious, good person (And Terry Silver's just that? Right?) when that wouldn't have been the case in the past. Thirty years ago it was perhaps the discourse between nuclear and fossil fuels or green new energy that mattered, and today, it's all about Tik Tok. It's Twitter. Or X, rather. And what's trending on there --- the type of stuff that can make or break one's reputation because someone said something stupid or cancel-worthy two decades ago. Heck, even the branding of social media itself changes, having one name and taking on another practically overnight! The world moves fast and Terry Silver moves with it. But, in spite of him been keenly aware what's what and what it means, I envision his Online presence is incredibly scarce and unbelievably curated on purpose and what information can be found on him on the Internet has been fine combed and is continuously fine combed so really, not only can you not find anything too controversial about him on there (maybe just the right amount of controversial, tactically speaking; acceptable controversies, as to not make him seem too inhumanly saintly and by extension, unrealistic, too suspicious and fake) --- you can't even really find anything much of anything in general except what Terry deliberately and specifically wants on there. Man's incredibly private all while putting up a facade that he's an open book --- which, don't be fooled, he's anything but.

What I mean to say with this is that Terry Silver undoubtedly wouldn't be on Twitter, for example, posting his actual, real opinions about...anything. He's smart like that.

So, any beloved of his? Gen Z or otherwise?

Chances are, they wouldn't be chronically Online either.

They wouldn't be on Tik Tok, plastering videos of themselves, their family or Terry Silver himself for the world to see consistently, because the thought of thousands of people (Voyeurs, the way an already voyeuristic Terry would see it) tuning in to see and watch his beloved --- random punks commenting on them, expressing their opinions willy-nilly, judge, complementing them, leering, passing, bookmarking, downloading and sharing said clips around unstoppably, without any monitoring as to how they could use and abuse such material...legitimately forever --- well, it presses the button of someone fiercely territorial, jealous, possessive, protective and control oriented like Terry. He doesn't like it. He doesn't allow it. He thinks it's bullshit. He would take advantage of someone's else's uploads Online for sure, if push ever came to shove, so maybe it is a bit of projection on his behalf, that somehow, someone, somewhere, would do the same to him and someone who belongs to him to weaken him or retaliate against him, so to take precaution against it, beloved's presence Online becomes, possibly, even scarcer than his, because they're the most precious thing he has and when something or someone's precious or valuable, they're tucked away. Hidden, in ways. Plus side to this, though --- I can envision Terry Silver, like a man who was young in the 70's and 80's being big on home videos instead. Private collections for his private viewing pleasure and usage only. Cute couple moments galore are permissible --- everything is permissible, in fact --- but these recordings, lets call them, belong and remain explicitly in Terry Silver's private care, because he's a man who doesn't wear his heart on his sleeve and tends to strategically tuck away everything that ever mattered to him. Everything that makes him vulnerable. Everything that can compromise or damage him. Most of everything he really is from the public. Includes beloved. Whatever children he might or might not have with them.

If someone was somehow skillful enough to discover their names and Google them, chances are, nothing specific comes up in their search results. Not anywhere.

That's deliberate.

#would be hilarious if someone tried to look up terry silver's beloved and several of his ex conquests come up instead #you know...as a way to distract and kill the trail from the one he really loves being in the search engine's spotlight #terry silver #kk3 #cobra kai #the internet #technology #social media #tik tok #gen z culture #tw; generational gap #terry silver x reader #terry silver x beloved #halloween

[oceanofflavor]

Maybe this is an unpopular opinion, but here I go. 

If we see Eddie Munson in season five of Stranger Things, I don’t want him to be a figment of Dustin’s imagination like Joseph Quinn and Joe Keery were discussing. Or in a flashback or dream sequence. 

Don’t get me wrong, I want to see Joseph Quinn as Eddie Munson again, but the reminder that he’s dead and never coming back would hurt too much. It would be like rubbing salt in the wound. The final scene we had with him was painful enough.

Since Friday, I’ve read so many creative and well-crafted stories where Eddie Munson comes back to life. Outside of fics, I’ve also read lots of cool theories that are just crazy enough to the point where they’re plausible in the Stranger Things universe. 

Eddie Munson deserves to be brought back to life and get a happy ending. He never did anything wrong. What he didn’t deserve was to die for nothing because, in the end, his sacrifice was unnecessary, avoidable, and meant nothing. I’ll get into that at another time.

The want for Eddie to return alive is there, and so are the stories. It’s not all that far-fetched since we watched Eleven bring Max back to life after she was mutilated and so was Eddie. 

Last thoughts, I really hope Netflix, the Stranger Things writers, and the Duffer Brothers are paying attention right now. Because they messed up big time, but it all can be fixed.

I’ve seen people fix it in their stories. I even have my own ideas on how it can be fixed.

It’s just a matter of if they care enough or want to think outside the box. And I hope after all the backlash to his bullshit death that they start to care.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things spoilers #stranger things 4 spoilers #if you have nothing nice to say don't bother saying it #people are being way too weird to people who are theorizing about his return #or want him to come back in general #i stand by what i said #the duffer brothers messed up big time #the fact that they killed him was lazy #anyway #i'm done ranting in the tags #get ready for more rant posts #because i am livid

[lostinthewiind]

Bad Influence

Ray Person - Generation Kill

Rating: 16+

"Alright, Ray, I've got that hose you were looking for." You approached the humvee and waited for Ray to pull his head out of the hood.

Sweating buckets from a mixture of the hot steam and stifling Iraqi heat, Ray looked up at you. "You brought me hoes? Where?" He whipped his head from left to right.

Unamused, you placed a hand on your hip and stared him down. "Do you want me to fix your humvee for the millionth time or not?"

"Work your magic." Ray stepped away from the vehicle and held his hands up in defeat. "I can't seem to get the bitch working."

"I don't suppose that's the first time you've had trouble turning a bitch on, now is it, Ray?" you quipped as you took over for him and began to replace the radiator hose.

Ray grimaced. "You know, I liked you a lot better when you were the quiet, sweet mechanic."

"Blame yourself for teaching me such inappropriate language then," you accused him. "I was such a nice, innocent girl before I met you."

Ray smirked as he pulled his sunglasses out of his breast pocket and slid them on. "Hell yeah, you were. I love being a bad influence."

"I'm sure you do."

While you worked away on the humvee, thoroughly coating your hands and t-shirt in grease and God knows what other lubricants Ray had used in a desperate attempt to get his vehicle working again, Ray stood by and watched. Every once in a while he would tell a joke or throw in some unwanted advice, but generally speaking, he was useless.

"Do you think when your parents popped out a perfect baby girl, they imagine a future of fixing old ass humvees in the Iraq desert surrounded by some of the most depraved men in the world for her?" he asked out of nowhere.

Wiping the sweat from your brow with the back of your arm, you glared at Ray. "Do you think when your parents popped out a perfect baby boy they-" You paused. "Oh, wait. Never mind."

Stepping away from the vehicle and taking a quick break, you wiped your hands on the rag you carried in your back pocket the best you could before using the bottom on your t-shirt to wipe your face. With your lower stomach exposed, Ray let out a low whistle.

"You know, I think I've had a dream like this before," he said. Arms folded across his chest, he let his eyes trail over your body as you furrowed your brows. "Oh yeah, I've definitely had a dream like this before."

"Ray, if one more HR violation comes out of your mouth, I'm going to leave you and your broken humvee in the dust while the rest of us invade Iraq," you threatened. "Is that what you want?"

"What?" Ray retorted, defensive. "You're hot! It's a compliment."

Ignoring the comments, you returned to the task at hand, hoping you could get it done ASAP and head back to your tent to get out of the sun. With a couple more adjustments, you were sure you could get the hose attached and tightened properly. Hopefully, that would do the trick.

"This would be a lot more fun to watch if you took your shirt off."

You felt your eyes roll into the back of your head. "Ray, shut your fucking mouth before I come over there and shut it for you."

"Is that a threat or a promise?"

Drawing in a deep, calming breath, you focused on fixing the radiator hose. Once it was done, you slammed the hood back down and marched over to Ray, hands still slick with grease.

"Both." You grabbed his face with your hands, completely throwing him off guard. His relentless banter was a constant in your life, but he never actually acted on any of the things he said; and never in a million years did he think you would act on them.

You felt him inhale sharply as you leaned in, lips inches away from his. "I'm both terrified and extremely turned on right now," he whispered.

"Just how I like my men," you whispered back, lips ghosting over his.

"Are we about to kiss right now? Is this actually happening?"

"Ray," you breathed out, and when his hands lifted to your hips, you smirked. "I would rather wrap my mouth around the humvee's exhaust pipe and suck than ever kiss you."

With that, you pulled away and shook your head. Ray stared back at you, completely oblivious to the two greasy hand prints on either side of his face.

"Man, that's fucked up! Messing with a guy's emotions like that," he complained, clearly embarrassed with how quickly he had become caught up in the moment. "I don't want to kiss you anyway. You smell like sweat and grease."

"That'll teach you to harass me when I'm doing you a favour," you said as you grabbed the rag out of your back pocket again. "The humvee should be fine now. Go ahead and give it a try."

Narrowing his eyes at you, Ray slid into the driver's seat and turned the engine over. After a couple sputters, the vehicle roared the life, significantly quieter than it had been previously.

"Hey!" Ray slapped his hands down on the steering wheel. "You did it! And to think they said women weren't any good outside of the kitchen."

A defeated sigh fell from your lips. Then, you smiled. "Never change, Ray."

"Wouldn't dream of it," he replied. "Seriously though, thanks."

Your smile widened. "No problem."

As you turned to leave, you heard Ray clear his throat and stopped to look back at him. "You know, I don't actually think kissing you would be so terrible." His cheeks were redder than usual. "I mean, you do smell like sweat and grease, but we all do so its not exactly a turn off, considering the circumstances."

You chuckled. "And I suppose kissing you wouldn't be as bad as sucking on an exhaust pipe. A marginal increase in enjoyment, probably."

"So ..." He eyed you. "Should we, you know ...?"

"Absolutely not."

"No, yeah, it's probably a bad idea. You're right."

You shook your head as you began to leave. "I'm walking away now before things get weird again. Goodbye, Ray."

"Smart move. Goodbye."

#lostinthewiind #fanfiction #hbowar #generation kill #generation kill fanfiction #gen kill #ray person #ray person x reader #imagine #female reader #reader insert #x reader

[inglourious-imagines]

Hello! I'm so glad to have stumbled on your blog! I'd like to request anything for Doc Bryan of GenKill please. I can and will wait forever for any Doc content 😅 I saw your prompt list and I think

1. I fucking hate everyone. But you, you’re the only person I don’t hate.

would suit him quite well HAHA but prompt number 3 and prompt number 9 would be quite sweet too 😁 anyway, anything you write I will gratefully read and love. Thanks so much!

Life Vest (Doc Bryan x GN!Reader)

Requested by: anon

Prompt: #1 - I fucking hate everyone. But you, you're the only person I don't hate.

Summary: You're a Corpsman with the Recon Marines, working alongside doc Bryan. After one tough afternoon, you two finally (somewhat ;)) talk.

Taglist: in my bio

Warnings: child's death although it doesn't actually happen in this fic

A/N: I don't study medicine so I might have fucked up some facts about certain things so apologies if I did. Thank you for your request!

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With every passing second, more and more locals are appearing, surrounding the group of Marines in the middle of some Iraqi town almost none of them know how to actually pronounce. From behind the cornerns of ruins of old buildings, out of the beaten doors of houses that hadn't been bombed yet, from small huts, children, women, men of all ages are coming to see what is happening.

The small area is slowly getting too crowded to have it under control and Lt. Fick is pacing around the scene unfolding before his eyes with apparent unease. US Marines are stationed around the place, but all of them know it is not enough. 

Fick waves his left hand and within a second he has Brad Colbert by his side, awaiting orders. 

"Get Bryan and Y/N out of there. We can't handle this anymore. We need to be Oscar Mike ASAP."

Brad only nods and he's already pushing his way through the crowd that seems to be made of concrete rather than people, as the young soldier struggles to advance forward.

In the centre of it all, kneeling on the ground, with blood soaked into the sand, are the two exhausted Corpsmen. 

"The children are going to die here." Bryan states matter-of-factly without even looking up, while he's bandaging the young boy who can't be more than seven years old. 

You know that but the words still send a chill down your spine, but you continue working too, without the apparent pointlessness of the reality to stop you.

You always know the facts after observing the situation, just like Bryan does, but you've never been able to announce it with such distance and certain cold even, even though you know it is necessary. 

Robert Timothy Bryan is a straightforward man, a trait useful in the Corps and you've learned over the time to report the situation to your superior officers, but you still lack that sort of Bryaness and you probably always will. 

You allow yourself to steal a glance at him. He's concentrated at the work before him, as he always is, the look of focus in his eyes more visible than ever. His face doesn't show any other emotion much, but you know he's exhausted beyond words, physically and mentally, although he would never admit to that out loud. 

You come back to the little boy under your arms. He has two fractured ribs, that are causing him great pain but you are simply unable to do anything about it, he has one bad scratch on his left arm and a deep cut on his thigh - there is no serious bleeding and it is apparent that it must have been some time since he got wounded.

You cut off a part of his trousers to get a better access to the wound and you immediately notice the bloody spots and bruises. 

You pick up your gaze to look at Bryan to find him already staring at you. You both know what this means, there is no need to say it out loud.

You look back down at the little boy, there are tears in his brown eyes and suddenly there's a lump in your throat. You desperately want to help the kid, but no matter what you do, nothing will be enough. The blood poisoning will kill him, you don't know when, he has only some hours to live tops, if he's lucky, and so far his fate has played a cruel game with him.

Then his little hand reaches for yours and you instinctively squeeze it. You hear in the background some voice saying something, you don't know what, you're too caught up in the moment that suddenly nothing matters anymore and the eyes of the boy make you question if this is really your war, if it really isn't your presence that will got him killed eventually.

In your peripheral vision you catch Bryan standing up and patting someone on the shoulder but you stop paying attention to that right away.

The boy is saying something now you don't understand but you just know he's begging you to help him. And you can't. 

"I know," you hear yourself say, "I know and I'm sorry."

Useless words. Empty. Meaningless.

A woman kneels down before you, scooping the boy in her arms. His hand falls out of yours and it breaks your heart. He looks just like the woman, both of them with deep brown eyes, soft features, thick brown hair. 

She nods. An understanding. 

You wouldn't be able to tell her that her son will die in her arms, probably tonight. 

There is a soft tap on your shoulder. You turn your head slightly. 

"We have to go," Bryan is whispering into your ear, his hand still resting on your shoulder. You lean into his touch for comfort and you convince yourself it is everything you need in order to pull yourself together.

You don't look at the boy anymore. You can't. You stand up to follow your fellow Corpsman and without any warning, he reaches behind himself for your hand. He grabs it to not lose you in the crowd.

And you hold onto it like it's a life vest. Perhaps it is everything you need to pull through this war, perhaps he is.

---

Later that day, when you stop for the night, you can't sleep. You can see those helpless eyes of that boy every time you close your eyes.

This, most definitely, is not your first encounter with wounded locals you couldn't save, as it is not your last, but this one stays with you, no matter how much you fight it. 

"Good work today, Y/N," you can hear Bryan's voice behind you. He sits on the ground next to you, shoulders and knees touching, and finally his affection towards you surprises you. You were too caught up in those moments before to notice how much he actually looks after you. 

"If you say so," you respond, not sharing his opinion. You feel like you failed today. 

"I know so," he counters, nudging you softly with his side. You finally smile.

You wait for him to bring up the boy incident but he doesn't speak one word of it and you're more than grateful. You couldn't talk about it if you tried. Maybe in a few years, but not today, and Bryan knows this, even if you don't. 

"You're awfully nice to me lately," you decide to keep the conversation going, turning your head to look at him for just a moment.

He chuckles at that, a sound you haven't heard enough and could easily get drunk on. "I'm nice to everyone." 

You burst out laughing at his answer, as all those cold stares and snarky comments of his come to your mind. 

He joins in, smiling. "That felt wrong just to say it."

"Tell me about it."

"I just-" he surpises you when he continues, "I just fucking hate everyone." 

You stop laughing and your heart drops a little but Bryan is still talking. "But you? You're the only person I don't hate." 

You're so caught off guard that you can't find anything to say back to that as your own capibility to talk fails you. The words hang above you both, you savour the feeling because you finally don't feel so alone in the vast world.

Something clicks in you when he says those words and you're smiling now, you couldn't stop smiling if you wanted to.

You grab his hand and squeeze it, you don't let go of him, you can't now. 

"I don't hate you too," you finally respond and you don't have to look at him to know he's smiling now too. 

#imagine #hbo war #fanfic #generation kill #generation kill imagines #generation kill imagine #doc bryan #doc bryan imagine #doc bryan oneshot #doc bryan x reader #lt nate fick #nate fick #brad colbert #robert timothy bryan #hbo war imagine

[order-of-river-phoenix]

since we're in the sending requests business, can i request some brad colbert enemies to lovers oneshot? some slowburn romance where even though they "hate" each other, there's always this tension👀 between them? totally okay if u don't feel writing this, love you and your writing!! ♡♡

Inevitably; Brad Colbert

Fandom: HBO War; Generation Kill

A/N: heyyyyy this is me being back from the dead kinda. this was a special request bc even tho I’m not officially opening requests 1) i love you and 2) i always need more Gen Kill content in my life, even if it’s my own. i hope it’s slow burn enough for you :) also i hate the end but i suck at endings so… yeah

Warning(s): some language ig; a lot of idiocy

no taglist anymore, whoever sees it, sees it.

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"I believe I gave you an order," Colbert seethed.

"And I believe that we are the same rank, and therefore you don't give me orders like I'm some boot you can pawn shit on."

"Well, Sergeant, it needs done, so I'm ord- asking you to do this."

You took a breath to keep from saying whatever was bound to fly out of your mouth. "Consider it done, Sergeant Colbert."

Corporal Person leaned into Colbert’s side and whispered, “I did that an hour ago.”

Brad closed his eyes in a resigned sigh. “Ray…”

“I won’t say thing if you don’t.”

“They’ll find out anyway and be more mad than before, you dumbass.”

Ray shrugged. “I don’t feel like getting my head chewed off. Out of the two of you, I like you angry more.”

“Looks like we’ll all be dealing with their attitude the rest of the night then,” Brad muttered, getting back to his original task. “Ray, we’d all appreciate it if you did the right thing.”

“Fuck the right thing,” Ray exclaimed. “You’re the one who told me to do it.” With that, he walked away, likely because he wasn’t willing to get into more trouble with anyone.

__________

“Brad? I can’t stand him. He’s damn good at what he does, but…” you trailed off, finding your wording carefully, as you remembered it was the reporter you were talking to. “He and I don’t see eye to eye on a lot of things.”

“Is that your only comment on Sergeant Colbert?” Wright prodded.

“I can’t imagine the Marines without him at this point, I guess,” you finally added. “We enlisted around the same time. He’s always just… been there.”

__________

"Yo, you think they're gonna-" Garza started, finding it hard to peel his eyes away from the heated scene in front of him.

"Fuck? Yeah, probably," Ray cut in, nodding his head. He wasn’t even looking anymore. The sounds of the two sergeants yelling at each other had become white noise to Ray, who had exactly zero problems with drowning them out with his personality.

“Really?” Gabe asked, genuinely surprised.

“Yeah, Garza. It’s like finding out your parents fuck. It’s kinda gross to think about, but it’s an obvious fact of life.” Ray gestured to the two of you, still huffing and puffing 10 feet away. “Brad and Y/N will inevitably-“

“Person, I swear to god, if I hear my name come out of your mouth again, I will find a way to demote you,” you shouted.

“And if they don’t find a way to,” Brad chimed in, “I will.”

“You getting this, Writer?” Ray exclaimed. “My superiors would rather punish me for speaking the truth than just f-“

“PERSON!” you and Brad synchronized.

While there were a host of things you and Brad disagreed on, the one thing you two could always count on agreeing about was Ray. Which is exactly what was scribbled somewhere in the reporter’s notes.

He gestured to Ray something that suggested he wanted more on that theory when they were out of earshot.

You and Brad had started the day relatively on good terms. Sure, always a layer of hostility, but nothing serious. But as always, something little turned into something (supposedly) worth screaming over.

Lt. Fick simply asked who had a map, as he allowed Encino Man to look at his and somehow hadn’t managed to get it back. Neither of you had your own map, per se, but knew where one was. Unfortunately for everyone else, you two had different places in mind and argued about who was right until it was made clear neither of you had it right in the first place.

__________

“What do I think about Sergeant L/N?” Brad repeated. “Well…. professionally, I think they’re a true asset to as a reconnaissance Marine. They have the trust of every Marine out here, and they’ve earned it.”

“And any thoughts personally?” Wright knew better but was willing to risk a little for whatever answer he could get. If not for himself, then for Ray, who had literally begged him for this.

“Personally?” Brad shifted uncomfortably, and he was starting to wonder why he’d agreed to this one-on-one interview. “I suppose, on a personal level, L/N irrationally irritates me in a way that I am not sure anyone ever has before.”

__________

You were now practically chest to chest, silent except for hot-tempered breathing. Words failed you for the first time in this argument. Whatever it was that you had been so incensed about was starting to fade as you realized how close you were to Brad.

His blue eyes you had always read as icy now seemed to have a fire behind them that only appeared in moments like this. “Y/N…”

It came out hoarse, like he’d originally intended to yell again but caught it before it escaped.

“I-“

“Hey, Colbert? L/N?” Walt’s innocent face appeared around the vehicle you two were practically hiding behind to fight. “Oh, uh, sorry. Was I interrupting?”

You released a breath while taking a half-step back. “No, Hasser. We were just…. It’s not important.” Glancing back towards Brad, you notice he is still staring at you. “What is it?”

Except, there’s no fire and anger in his face now. It’s scrutiny. It’s curiosity, possibly. Almost as if he’s facing a foreign object, which you had seen him do near 1000 times before.

“Ooh okay. Lt wants you ASAP. He didn’t say what it was.” With that Walt looked between the two of you, as if trying to figure out what sort of argument you have gotten into this time around.

“We’ll be right there,” Brad answers, now looking at Walt.

“Listen,” Nate spoke softly, yet there was a firmness that let you know you were most likely in trouble. “I’m tired of hearing that you two can’t get along. Whatever it is, squash it. It’s bad for morale when two team leaders, two NCO’s no less, can’t agree on stupid stuff. Reign it in. I trust both of you, and I need to be able to say with confidence that you two are taking your jobs here seriously. Do you understand?”

You both nodded and synchronized a “Yessir.”

“Thank you.”

Walking away, you felt a bit ashamed, like you did most of the time when you walked away from a fight with Brad. You weren’t sure why you had this part of you that felt the need to argue with him over every little thing. You trusted him with your life, so why couldn’t you just shut up? It wasn’t like he got much cuter when his face turns all red. But there was something about how easily you could get such a level-headed man so angry.

You were suddenly all too aware that the two of you were still walking side by side. Glancing over, you note that the tips of his ears are still flushed. “Brad?”

“Yes, Y/N.”

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly. “for being an asshole.”

“If you weren’t an asshole, you wouldn’t be a Marine.” He shot you something reminiscent of a smile, and you both continued to your own areas in the sleeping quarters.

__________

“What the fuck?” you scanned the next paragraph before looking up at Brad. “I cannot believe that dickwad reporter.”

“What did he say?”

“And I quote, ‘Hidden behind screaming matches and petty arguments was a love so fiery and passionate, many of the other recon Marines took bets on the inevitable coming together of two NCO’s.’” You slammed the magazine down. “Can you believe that? They bet on us fucking? He even wrote that he wagered in.”

“Dear-“

“Don’t tell me you bet too,” you nearly fell out of your chair.

“Now, that wouldn’t exactly be fair, would it?” He leaned over the counter to plant a kiss on your forehead. “I’d have made sure I won.”

“You’ve won either way. You got me.”

“That I did. I am the real winner here.”

“I still can’t believe that asshole embedded with us had all that combat and active war experience to write about, and he still found a way to blast our sexual tension somewhere in the middle.”

He slid the magazine towards himself to skim. “He used to write for Hustler; he probably just missed the content.”

“Missed the content? Missed the content?” you were on the verge of something loud and angry.

“If you’re about to yell at me, remember I did not write this,” Brad gave you a gentle smile. “Besides, if you really want to yell, his phone number is around here somewhere. Argue with him about it.”

“Oh, but it’s so much more fun arguing with you,” you pouted.

#generation kill #brad colbert #brad colbert x reader #generation kill imagine #brad colbert imagine

[softly-writes]

Hi! I'm Rose (She/her) and I softly write at my side-blogs: @lieutenant-speirs | @hitman-two | @softkazansky

I try to keep my fandom-specific writing separate from the chaos of mutually fangirling and ask games.

|| ~ 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄 ~ ||

𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬: Generation Kill, Band of Brothers, Top Gun/Maverick, Formula 1 (kinda considering it a 'fandom').

I love and adore my mutuals. It's the only reason why I'm far more active on Tumblr than I used to be, and why I'm making more of an effort on here. I do my best to include my mutuals in tags but my biggest apologies in forgetting and/or not realising you don't want to be tagged (do let me know!) I also suck at communication, so please feel free to bug me in the DMs or Ask-box!

𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠: A Court of Wings and Ruin by Sarah J. Maas 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠: Formula 1 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: Hold My Hand - Lady Gaga (It's a Top Gun thing).

#HBO War Mutuals #HBO War #HBO War Friends #Generation Kill #Band of Brothers #Top Gun #Top Gun x Reader #Generation Kill x Reader #Band of Brothers x Reader #RoseAnswers #Humvee Moots

[hitman-two]

Ficklist (Masterlist)

[Radio static] All Hitman Victors, this is Hitman Two Actual, be advised that our ROE remains in place as we roll through Tumblr Territory.

𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬: ▸ Grace x Doc Bryan ▸ Humvee Roadtrip with Brad and Ray ▸ Nothing Homoerotic, Sir...

𝐃𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 ▸ Amazing Grace (Ongoing series) ▸ Bouquet of Flowers 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝 𝐱 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐞 ▸ Of Thunder and Fireworks (AO3) | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐤: ▸ Smutty HCs 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭: ▸ Smutty HCs ▸ Smut Request (Scheduled to write) 𝐃𝐨𝐜 𝐁𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐧 ▸ Smutty HCs 𝐆𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐖𝐲𝐧𝐧 ▸ Gunny x Nate's Sister HC (Scheduled to write) 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫 ▸ 𝐑𝐚𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 ▸ Smutty HCs ▸ One-Shot Requested (Scheduled to write, changes might occur)

#Please feel free to let me know if you'd like to be tagged #I have my own Generation Kill world going on #Don't judge me - these boys are my comfort - my everything #Yes I fully punned out Fick's name #Generation Kill x Reader #Nate Fick x Reader #Brad colbert x Reader #Nate Fick x Brad colbert #Ray Person x Reader #Ray Person Generation Kill #Doc Bryan Generation Kill #Doc Bryan x Grace Generation kill #Generation Kill Family #Godfather would be ashamed that I chose to write Fanfic instead of sieze an airfield #Whoops #When Godfather requests we stop writing fanfic of his boys - we will switch the comms off

[be-my-wingman-anytime]

Requesting Flyby

Callsign Updog. So when people ask 'What's updog?' I can say 'Nothing, what's up with you?'. This is likely the reason why I've not been accepted into Top Gun. Being accepted on Tumblr is a close second.

// REQUESTING FLYBYS \\

SHIPPING: Open For: Top Gun [1986], Top Gun: Maverick, Band of Brothers, Generation Kill, Saving Private Ryan Opening Soon: The Pacific, Masters of the Air

(please include)

Fandom (please specify, including which Top Gun timeline. If you write 'Top Gun' without stating 1986 or 2022/Maverick, I'll take it as writers choice!)

A general 'About Me' paragraph. (And/Or follow the list below)

Gender/Pronouns

Sexuality/Gender Preference

Appearance (helps but optional)

Hobbies

Flaws

Main Traits

Insecurities

Personality type (optional)

Starsign (optional)

NSFW included or not || (Minors DNI with NSFW) ||

Let me know if there's someone who you definitely don't want to be shipped with.

What you'll receive: Gif of your match-up with some headcanons and ideas on how I perceive your ship. Possible moodboard if inspiration strikes (no promises will be made but you can happily request one!)

DRABBLES: ( x readers) Open for: Top Gun [1986] and Top Gun: Maverick only

Send in a small prompt request.

Specify which character (Optional timeline too)

Specify a Genre otherwise it'll be writers choice!

I mainly write for Iceman because who doesn't love the future Admiral but I'll write for anyone.

Turnaround time will depend on numerous outside factors. I will do my best to whip something up for you as soon as possible.

Aviator Updates: Inbox (6); Top Gun: Maverick Ship Request (2) BoB Ship Request (2) Gen Kill Ship Request (2) Custom (1)

#Top Gun Ship Request #Top Gun Ship #Top Gun Match Ups #Top Gun Drabbles #Top Gun Imagines #Iceman x Reader #Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky x Reader #Maverick x Reader #'Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell x Reader #Hangman x Reader #Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader #Bob Floyd x Reader #Top Gun x Reader #GK Ship Requests #Generation Kill Ship Requests #Generation Kill Match Ups #Band of Brothers ship request #Band of Brothers Match Ups #band of brothers ship #generation kill #generation kill ship

[auroralightsthesky]

Can I have a GenKill Walt? I'm going through my pretty boy phase and he's very pretty.

Also, do you know anyone who has every genkill soldier with a gif/photo? I'm trying to differentiate between the characters.

-（。＾▽＾）anon from your secondary blog

Oh hon no worries, everybody has a pretty boy phase at some point or another. Personally, I'm not sure off the top of my head who would have it, but you could probably put in a request at the HBO War Daily Page, they do alot of content creating and might be able to do it for ya

After he was honorably discharged from the Marines, you and Walt bought a little piece of land

And on that land you guys had your own little farm

Horses, a few heads of cattle, a few chickens, a little rabbit hutch in the barn, a cat, maybe even a dog

Fall was your favorite time of year

Because you guys got to pick all the apples, blueberries and pumpkins you could possibly pick

And even watching the little kids in the neighborhood come by to go picking was an event you guys looked forward to every year

Walt's a master woodworker and has his own little shop on the property

He's made everything from stair rails to furniture

And even little wood toys for his nieces and nephews

Your best memories are of the farm

Because its where you built each other up

And had many wonderful years together

#hbo war #walt hasser #walt hasser x reader #hbo war headcannons #generation kill

[dollsuguru]

I know your rules say you don’t like things like noncon and inc*st, does that just mean you don’t do requests for it or won’t talk about it or does that mean people who reblog that stuff shouldn’t interact with you? Is it the same if they’re moots? I don’t do it super frequently but I just wanted to ask you

that means that i won’t do requests for it + you won’t see those style/types of fics reblogged on my account either! if you rb or interact w fics that are p*dophilic/inc*stous in nature then i absolutely don’t want that around me bc i do think it’s genuinely fucked up 😭 so far i don’t think i’ve seen any moots rb that type of stuff though!

#asks #anon #i’m pretty lenient in general & nothing much bothers me but if anyone rb’s p*dophilic things then damn you gotta die like kill yourself #i see noncon a lot in the tags of x readers and i just ignore them #as for incest i’ve ALSO seen that a lot recently which is just sooooo gross 😭 #so you’ll never see me write/rb any of that stuff #and as for you idk if you’re a moot of mine or not but you know my limits now and if you don’t wanna be moots anymore feel free to sb! #i don’t mind moot breaking! but since i haven’t seen any of my moots put this stuff on the dash i’m curious who sent this #but thanks for asking anyways! hope this clears it up — you can send another ask if you’re unsure but i think i made my stance clear