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  1. Rec *

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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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    13 Jun 2026

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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.”
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    Or: Healy is jealous of March's cop friend and does something about it.

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    13 Jun 2026

  3. Rec 38

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    Considering the state of your parents’ relationship, you’d almost certainly anticipated you’d have to move back from the city to help look after your sister while they went through a messy divorce- and keep everyone in check. So, of course, you drop everything and head back to your hometown: Grover Cleveland.

    However, what you didn’t expect, was for your sister to have such a hot science teacher.

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    10 Jun 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 75

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    "Look away." Healy raised his gaze to meet March's eyes before turning around with half a shrug. Not being able to stop himself, his eyes traveled back down in the mirror to the magazine covering the other mans crotch. The mirror was dirty and the magazine was still held up half haphazardly with March's broken arm. He really should be able to see his dick. Stop thinking about this guys dick, Healy. Damn it.

    "You know there's a mirror here, right?"

    March's heart sank. Fuck. He did not need this guy to see his glaring lack of a dick. Why was he even looking? Pervert.

    Or; me and my friends are all perverts and thought about Healy fucking March in that bathroom in the bowling alley.

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    07 Jun 2026