Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Vice Principals (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Neal Gamby/Lee Russell
Characters: Neal Gamby, Lee Russell (Vice Principals), Janelle Gamby
Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Internalized Homophobia, Repression, Emotionally Repressed, Sexuality Crisis, middle-aged men aren’t the best at expressing their feelings, Secret Relationship
Summary:
Neal Gamby is shocked when his daughter makes an assumption about him and Lee Russell.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Vice Principals (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Neal Gamby/Lee Russell
Characters: Neal Gamby, Lee Russell (Vice Principals), Janelle Gamby
Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Internalized Homophobia, Repression, Emotionally Repressed, Sexuality Crisis, middle-aged men aren't the best at expressing their feelings, Secret Relationship
Summary:
Neal Gamby is shocked when his daughter makes an assumption about him and Lee Russell.
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Say Hi by HollyMartins
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Summary:
In the mall food court, Lee Russell bumps into someone from his very recent past.
TW: Lee Russell comments on teen's weight because of course he would.
Notes:
So I’m on a Walton Goggins kick because of Fallout and I binged Vice Principals, not expecting for the amoral, selfish, dishonest, evil, sometimes arsonist that is Lee Russell to worm his way into my heart.
I don’t condone any of his actions but man, do I enjoy watching him do them. And I can’t believe there isn’t more fic about this show. Maybe the Ghoulggins renaissance will help.
Anyway, the Spring Break episode broke me when Janelle called him Uncle Lee and he gave her a kiss and said it was so good to see her. Was he lying? Probably. Do I like to believe he had a genuine soft spot for her because of Neal? Yes. Did I expect Lee Russell to be the catalyst out of my writing slump of nearly two years? No way in hell.
And now with new edits.
"Uncle Lee!"
Lee freezes, his good hand clenching around the styrofoam cup of diet soda. Thank God he had left his table of coworkers early and is now mercifully alone.
A hand touches his arm and he flinches but forces a smile as Janelle steps in front of him.
"I thought it was you," she says breathlessly, smiling.
"It's me, sweetheart," he replies, the term of endearment rolling off his tongue like it used to. He stops himself from hugging her, however. "Look at you. Looks like you finally did lose some weight."
Janelle rolls her eyes before observing, "I haven't seen you in forever."
Lee swallows. Maybe she doesn't know. Maybe she thinks he and her dad are still the best of friends and they regularly meet to bullshit and laugh and get on each other's fucking nerves.
"I've been busy," he lies. "What with the physical therapy, and now this promotion. Being a regional manager is just as hard as being a principal. I don't know who are bigger pieces of shit, high school students, customers, or corporate."
Janelle glances down at his gloved hand and he frowns.
"But do you like your job?" she asks instead.
"Course I do. I finally have a nice discount on shit I actually want to buy. You know how much I hated going to Staples."
Janelle smiles tightly and goes quiet, both very much aware that Lee has never stepped foot inside a Staples in his life. He hopes a friend of hers will pop up and whisk her away to Spencer's or Claire's or wherever the fuck teenage girls hang out in at a mall. But as the silence stretches towards awkwardness, he has no choice but to clear his throat.
"So, how's school?"
Fuck.
Janelle shrugs.
"It's okay," she admits. "The teachers aren't bad and I made some new friends. Wish Dad was still there, though."
Something in Lee's chest twists and he looks down at the sticky, outdated, and frankly ugly as shit tiles of the food court.
"Wish you were there, too."
Lee's head snaps up so fast he knows he'll have to make another visit to his acupuncturist soon. That twisty feeling in his chest tightens as he sees the wistful look on Janelle's face. He tries to offer a smile again but it feels uncomfortable on his face. Fuck. He used to be good at bullshit.
"You wouldn't want that," he insists. "Wouldn't want the other students being judgy pricks because you have an in with the principals, right?"
Janelle shrugs again. Lee has never been one for comforting but he feels a need to put his arm around her. He very nearly does until he remembers he's still holding a half-empty cup of tepid soda. And he's not about to bring his fucked up arm near her. Later, he'll wonder if this was one of those profound moments in a teenager's life where they could really use some guidance or understanding or even just some fucking acknowledgement. He has no idea because all he can bring himself to do is offer her his discount anytime she comes into his store. At this, she actually laughs.
"No offense, Uncle Lee," she says, wrinkling her nose, "but your store isn't really my style."
"Oh, and this is?" he asks, motioning at her outfit with the soda. She laughs again. Lee relaxes. This is easy. This is familiar. "What'd you do, go dumpster diving at Goodwill?"
Janelle just shakes her head and rolls her eyes again, a smirk on her face. At least she gets his sense of humor. Suddenly, a voice calls her name and Lee turns to see three teenage girls heading their way. Thank God.
"I gotta go," she says. "We gotta catch a movie."
"Alright," he says and steps out of her way, allowing her to walk past him.
"See ya," she says over her shoulder. "I'll tell Dad you said hi."
"Yeah," Lee sighs as she rushes towards her friends. "Yeah, you tell him."
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