FallingOverSideways
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Ghost is motionless, staring down at John's outstretched hand like he's trying to recall on which page of How to Behave Like a Real Human in Polite Society he’s previously seen the gesture.
Before things can get awkward, John turns the aborted handshake into a jovial, manly sort of punch to Ghost’s shoulder. It's rather like how he imagines it would be to hit an adult moose, both in the physical sensation and in the frisson of anticipated danger it elicits. Gamely, he says, “Truck’s just about set, sir. Glad to be working with you.”
Ghost’s eyes flick up to John’s face, and then higher, to his hair. He frowns.
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Two idiots are assigned to an ambulance. They fall in love.
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13 Jul 2025
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Here's the thing. Ghost hasn't thought with his dick, literally, in years- he hasn't thought about fucking anyone, not even in passing. He genuinely hadn't realized that Soap was hot for him. So it's such a fucking shock, how hard it hits him now. Soap, all that exuberant, combative attention, focused down on Ghost like the rest of the bar doesn't exist. And he likes Soap, he knew he did, and it's just a bit of a surprise to realize that yeah, he also really wants to fuck Soap.
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24 Jun 2025
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He motions his head towards the door, "you wanna go outside..?"
Soap sighs again and shakes his head, "no, I don't."
"Then what do you ─"
"Sorry I'm late, love" another man's voice says, "got a bit caught up."
When he glances over, this new guy is taking the other seat next to Soap, pulling the stool closer and nodding down at him. This man is tall, too, even sitting down he's taller than Soap. He can't see much of his facial features, the bottom half of his face hidden behind a black mask, but his honey brown eyes are captivating.
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20 Jun 2025
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"I'll be moving on soon. The problem I was here for is dealt with. As my best customer I figured you should know."
A confusing mix of emotions rises in Soap at that, muddies his thoughts like disturbed silt. His nostrils flare as he snorts, lowering his muzzle so the knight cannot see the unhappy twist of his wide mouth. His ears press back. He'll admit keeping himself fed has been a lot easier with the knight's semi-weekly delivery; he hasn't had to hunt, lure, or trick for his meals in ages. But Soap has lived for many, many long years, and knows he will not go hungry.
He's…sad, he realizes. Upset that he will no longer be able to catch a glimpse of this knight, with his golden hair and masked face. He's grown accustomed to it, dare he say looks forward to their routine, even though the knight has only ever spoken to him the last time he was here.
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19 Jun 2025
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There’s a ghost haunting the 141 common room. At least, Soap is about 80% sure there is, which is, in fairness, realistically about as sure as anyone could reasonably be about spooks haunting their workplace. He’s not stupid, he knows no one else is going to believe him if he brings it up. The scorn if he suddenly starts harping on about ghosties and ghoulies.
None of that negates the fact that there definitely is one though. Probably.
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15 Jun 2025