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20 September 2012 @ 12:43 am


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It's that time of year once more! Welcome to yagkyas, a Generation Kill Holiday Fic Exchange. This is the enlistment post. All signups start here!

Important dates:

Signups start Sunday, September 16th, and will run through Friday, October 5th at midnight PST.

Assignments will go out by Wednesday, October 10th.

The Secret Santa letter post will go up Wednesday, October 10th.

Stories are due on Monday, December 10th, at midnight PST.

The Good Cookie threads go up at combat_jack on Sunday, September 16th, Monday October 15th, Thursday, November 15th, and Monday, December 10th.

Stories will be made public by yagkyas_mod on Friday, December 21st, and names will be revealed Saturday, December 29th.

Read the rules and sign-up right here.
 
 
03 August 2012 @ 02:54 pm

Summary: Wherein Rudy really is the fruity barista, Ray is the haggard pastry chef, and Brad is the faggot writing a novel on a laptop.
Pairing: Brad/Ray
Genres: Romance, Fluff, Humor
Warning: Language
Rating: R
Words: ~2000
Fandom: Generation Kill
Notes: Because every fandom needs a coffee shop!AU and hey, Ray agrees with me.

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“Hey,” Brad rolled his eyes. “I’m not saying it’s bad. I’m just saying you need more than a fuck ton of butter and raisins to wow me."

“Oh you’re asking for it!” Ray jabbed a finger in Brad’s direction. “You think you can just waltz in here and tell me that I’m not God’s gift to men, well you’ve got another thing coming, homes. Just you wait.”


 
 
16 March 2012 @ 09:31 am
Title: the kids are all right
Pairing: brad colbert/ray person
Rating: pg13 for language
Genre: slice-of-life, pre-slash
Warnings: swearing, ptsd, homophobic/racist/ableist slurs
Author: gdgdbaby
Notes: post-oif road trip fic because of reasons. ft. tony espera, nate fick, rudy reyes, walt hasser, et al. liberal use of artistic license with respect to certain parts of the timeline and how marine corps leave works. 9,172 words.

You're forcing me to drive at least four thousand miles with you, and I'm not even allowed to croon any John fucking Denver when the mood strikes because of your inexplicable hate, dude. )