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Healy didn’t have a body count. He wasn’t Jack the Ripper… or Amelia’s mother. But that’s not to say he was a saint. Blueface was dead because of him, and John Boy would have been too if Holly hadn’t stepped in.
This may be the one and only time Healy would ever break that promise. It was almost half past ten by now, and most neighbors would be asleep. If he acted quickly, none of them would hear the gunshot or Johnson scream. It had to be quick, despite how badly Healy wanted to slow down and make that fucker suffer.
Johnson’s hand- probably sweaty, clammy- had found a new home on March’s ankle, where his slacks had ridden up, where his knees were bent.
Squeeze. Settle. Squeeze. Settle. Thumb-rubbing back and forth.
“Holly,” Healy whispered, rounding the counter. “Get the gun.”
__________Or: Healy is jealous of March's cop friend and does something about it.
Bookmarked by PJadeTree
26 Jun 2026
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Yum!!!!!!!!!!!
Jealous Healy is so special to me
Why’re you crying, princess? ... kill me now -
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“Do you really want that? For me to, uh, hit you?” He whispered the last part, keeping the scene calm. March was really starting to enjoy the feeling of his hand on his pant leg, against his thigh. It was so warm. Warmer than the coil in his gut from his bubbling arousal. He could barely speak. He lit up another cigarette, puffing with the only full breath he could conjure in the moment. Chest heaving and falling.
Fuck it.
Holland March drunkenly confesses that he wants Jackson Healy to hit him.
Bookmarked by PJadeTree
21 Jun 2026
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YUM omg so yum I LOOOOOOVE submissive March finding his feelings and likes and reluctant but Also all the way there Healy
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All his life, Healy never really wanted kids, didn’t think he’d be good with them. That was until Holland March and his daughter Holly came into his life, and everything changed.
Something burned hot inside him, a deep yearning, a newfound desire — Jackson Healy wants to get Holland March pregnant.
Or: Holly mentions wanting a sister, and Jackson Healy can't stop thinking about it.
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It was a stupid fucking idea. That had already been established beyond reasonable doubt. However, Healy was not entirely opposed to stupid ideas, and often encouraged them, even passively, just to see what happened. That's how he ended up here, wasn't it?
It seemed to happen in a blur. It wasn't like there was a discernible point in which he could've thrown up his hands in disgust, or exhaustion, or- or-
“Y'like?” March was leaned up against the orange wood of his bathroom door frame, the pale backlight lighting him up like a star. “Is it convincing, at least?”
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Holland March taps into his feminine side for a case. Jackson Healy, despite himself, also really wants to tap into March's feminine side.
Bookmarked by PJadeTree
15 Jun 2026
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Yum! Sweet AND hot.. love this Healy characterization!!!
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“Maybe ‘cause I’m a fuckup, and I’m- I’m a bad fucking detective, and a bad fucking dad, and a shitty person, okay, Healy? And-”
Healy’s hand was at his throat, now, just barely applying the faintest hint of pressure with his thumb pressed into his Adam's apple. March’s eyelashes fluttered.
Healy’s eyes were serious, genuine- “Jus’ start by being good for me, okay?”
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14 Jun 2026
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Sooooo good i love insecure March and no nonsense Healy <3