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Aimlessly wandering the mall, looking for a good distraction after a bad breakup, Joshua Jones is stopped by a stunning Marine Corps recruiter, Sergeant Pitowski, that tries to sell him on the honor it is to become a Marine, though Joshua isn't buying it... buuuut he might be willing to help the handsome Sergeant reach his recruitment quota if he could recruit the Marine for his own selfish cause: finding someone to distract him with certain pleasurable activities for a rebound after his breakup. This serves not only an ethical dilemma for Pitowski, but also makes him face a side of himself that he's always kept under wraps for years.
When all is said and done, it begs the question: "Who's the one that's really being recruited?"
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The lore of the "stunning" recruiter we hear mentioned to Cope in that scene in the woods that got Joshua Jones to enlist in the Marines (well...my take on it at least, haha)
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04 Jul 2026
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It starts because of the mirror—because Cam stood up with his hands fisted, and said “what if I just walk out.”
To which Liam’d shrugged, and said, “I’m not tying you to the fucking bed.”
Kind of a mean thing for him to say.
Kind of a hot thing for him to say.
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It starts with Cam in knots; it ends sort of differently.
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- Part 3 of static 'verse
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03 Jul 2026
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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 4 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 5 of static 'verse
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06 Jun 2026