Meshinuma
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“Hooly." He looked back at March, who now had a snow-made turtle in front of him. "Your word of the day."
"Holly?"
"Hooly, you fucking dumbass. Why would it be Holly?"
"I don't fucking know."
March threw a snowball in his fucking face.
or: Marriage is buying a house for someone you hate. Good thing they’re not buying a house, they’re just getting one rebuilt.
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25 Jul 2026
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Alcohol misuse can badly affect sleep, and the road to sobriety isn’t easy. At least, that’s what all of Holly’s dumb library books on addiction and recovery say. Holland March brushed it off at first, but the insomnia and nightmares are getting worse. Healy and Holly are worried, and they propose a solution. Holland staunchly refuses. Jackson Healy is ready to do what it takes.
AKA: March’s doctors try to prescribe him sleeping pills, and Healy is a good partner.
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- Part 2 of Healy/March Oneshots
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24 Jul 2026
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Healy didn’t know if March was aware. They had never done anniversaries. But it was something about ten years that just felt so significant. Maybe the fact that he didn’t forget this time, or the fact that Healy felt so lucky that every day for the past decade, March had woken up beside him, a greying, overweight man over ten years his senior, and decided to stay.
So… what do you do for your partner when you want to celebrate but you don’t know how? Healy doesn’t know the answer.
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22 Jul 2026
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“I got a small dick! Okay!”
Silence, and then Jackson twisted a finger into his ear, the action making Holland cringe.
“Don’t think I heard you.” The finger was wiped onto his jeans, Jackson turning to face Holland directly. “Come again?”
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or: healy is confused why march never lets him touch his dick
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- Part 1 of fun sized
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22 Jul 2026
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March shakes his head, putting on that stupid voice he does when he’s trying to sound smart.
“It’s a perfectly natural reaction, anyone being touched there would have the same—”
“Being touched where? Here?” Healy’s palm grinds down, and March’s voice breaks around a whimper as he grips his wrist with two hands now. His shoulders lower, his head hanging as his lips part. His thighs press together, his blunt nails digging into Healy’s skin. His hair slides loose from its swept-back styling.
“Jack—”
“Yeah?” Healy twists his hand, his thumb pressing into the button on March’s pants, nudges it out of its holding. “Why’d you say my name?”
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Healy is getting pissed off with March, and they fight in the car. It escalates.
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- Part 4 of Short Fics
Bookmarked by Meshinuma
22 Jul 2026