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But back to the issue at hand: how in pluperfect hell did he get Jackson Healy into the sack?? Jackson Healy. Jackson “Brass Knuckles, Skull Crackin’, Baseball Bat To the Back, Wrestle A Shotgun From a Lunatic In A Diner” Healy.
Point, March.
Just because.
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20 Jul 2026
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Blackmail. Illegal porn. Undercover at a gay bar. The Nice Guys sure are at it again.
“Porn? I can throw a rock in this neighborhood and I’m gonna break the window of a porn store.”
March gestured anxiously, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Healy paused. “Ohhhhh. The nasty stuff. Whips and handcuffs. Girls and animals.”
“Close,” March said, grimacing. He really, really didn’t want to have to explain this. “Think more like…. Disco.”
“Disco?” Healy raised an eyebrow. “What, like the queer music? You think the back room of that store is full of porn for… For disco fans.” He nodded thoughtfully a couple of times. “And you’re an expert about this?”
For a second the whole world went white around the edges and March thought he might pass out. He was too sober for this conversation. What exactly had Healy noticed that morning, how obvious exactly had his full-body reaction to Healy’s hand on his neck been? “I was a happily married man!” March said, and as soon as it came out of his mouth he knew it was wrong. Too fast, too high-pitched, too loud.
Incriminating.
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19 Jul 2026
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March was an expert at getting on Healy's nerves.
That's how they ended up here, in Healy's sorry excuse for a— how March had put it —living room, with March on his stomach and Healy above him, one knee digging into his spine.
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15 Jul 2026
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“He had a sharp nose and head with full, healthy hair, and was dressed in a white button-up shirt that looked crisp and too tight on his body, with slacks hanging low on narrow hips. There was stubble along his jaw and exhaustion beneath his eyes despite the well-kept mustache and soft blue tint of his irises, but somehow neither of those things took away from him. If anything, they added something unfairly charming. He smelled faintly of cheap cologne and cigarette smoke, and something sweeter underneath that reminded Healy vaguely of oranges.
Healy frowned when he noticed that the man’s blond hair was exactly the same shade of June’s usual beehive hairdo.”
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Four times Jackson Healy thought about kissing Holland March, and one time Holland March kissed him. (Plus one bonus chapter at the end)
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11 Jul 2026
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Lars Lindstrom's life has been a series of improvisions. Since Bianca has passed, he has a few more examples of how to finally live. Margo and Lars carpool together now, and the endless memories of empty houses and cold, lonely winters are now separated by new discoveries of love, understanding, and exploration.
(Or, a Lars fic that indulgently tries to capture a bit of how Lars had felt as a child that brought him to the deep loneliness he feels before Bianca, the new possibilities after her, and the start of the exploration to Lars' relationship with gender.)
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03 Jul 2026