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First time Sullivan lays eyes on the pretty bartender down at the off-post bar, Howitt catches him looking.
“Nice kid,” he says, over the music, right into Sullivan’s ear. His breath smells of beer, but he doesn’t look like he’s had too many.
Sullivan plays stupid. “What?”
“Cam.” Howitt nods at the bartender again. “He’s a nice kid. Probably queer as a three dollar bill, but he pours a good beer.”
Sullivan’s heart stops. “So what?”
“So, I like coming to this bar. Don’t be an asshole to the kid, right?”
Oh.
“I don’t give a fuck,” Sullivan replies, sipping. But—he does give a fuck, he can’t deny that. The bartender—Cam, apparently—is bright and easy and confident, chattering away to customers at the bar and smiling, his hands moving.
“Okay, good.” Howitt claps him over the shoulder, and moves the conversation smoothly along.
Howitt’s buying, so he goes back and forth from the bar all night, and Sullivan keeps his ass in the damn chair, and he doesn’t look too hard, and he drinks his beer.
No problem.
So, that’s the first time.
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21 Jun 2026
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if they each had a bird in hand (they would open their hands) by paperclipsentimental for Rivennz
Fandoms: Boots (TV)
15 Jun 2026
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“What about chickens?” he says one day, standing out in the field behind the hotel.
It’s like this: the grass is knee-high, and he’s passively wondering about ticks. Chickens eat ticks, don't they?
It’s sunny, and hot in a near-unbearable kind of way—only, he can’t really bring himself to mind the heat, these days.
They’ve been digging in posts for hours, fixing the fencing, a body-busy kind of labour that Cam doesn’t really mind. It’s nice to hang out with Sullivan, neither of them talking much while they get the hard work done.
Anyway, he’s squinting down the length of the field, leaning on the handle of his shovel, and he says “what about chickens?”
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Cam gets a pet chicken. It goes exactly how you might imagine.
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- Part 3 of static 'verse
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17 Jun 2026
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Cam is yabbering away, and Howitt’s washing on autopilot, making noises in the right places and nodding, when Cam says, “but that’s because you don’t love me,” and continues talking, as though Howitt’s not frozen in shock, up to his wrists in bubbles.
Mechanically, he runs his hands under the water, dries them on his pants.
Turns around and leans up against the counter, crosses his arms. “Because what?” he interrupts, and Cam’s brows draw together in confusion.
“What?”
“Did you just say that I don’t love you?”
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Or, Howitt and Cam clear up a misunderstanding.
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- Part 4 of static 'verse
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06 Jun 2026
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During a two-week leave from Camp Lejeune, Corporal Cameron Cope takes a bus to Wilmington and walks into a gay club for the first time in his life. For an hour, he is free. Then his drink is drugged, and the night becomes something his body will remember long after his mind stops trying.
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01 Jun 2026
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i am yours (and love is ours, when i am yours) by paperclipsentimental
Fandoms: Boots (TV)
31 May 2026
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Cam shudders, nods. He takes a slow step closer until he’s between Sullivan’s knees and drops down. Sullivan catches him by the cheek, gentle as a lover. “You make a pretty fucking picture, Cam.”
Not true.
Against his will, Cam flinches back. “Don’t—”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t call me pretty.” Sullivan is marginally more likely to listen to him than Howitt, who’s more likely to use it as ammunition in whatever crusade he’s apparently running on Cam’s life.
Sure enough, Sullivan sits back a little. His blue eyes sharpen, as they do every time Cam reveals something too personal—an I’m taking note kind of intensity. “Why not?”
Cam gnaws the inside of his mouth. Tastes blood before Sullivan’s grip tightens, effectively stilling him. “I don’t like it?”
“You don’t think it’s true?” As usual, Sullivan reads him accurately, cuttingly.
“I know it isn’t.” Cam shrugs, sits back on his heels. “What, you think I haven’t looked in the mirror any time in the last couple of months? Am I blind?”
For maybe thirty seconds, Sullivan stares down at him, flat-mouthed. Without breaking eye-contact, he says, “Cary, go get me the mirror out of the bathroom.”
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- Part 2 of static 'verse
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01 Jun 2026