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    @shadtember25 on twitter

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    Celebrating 1K followers on twitter!! I'm hosting an open mic event on twt/strawpage where anyone can submit a request and I will write for it, and if it somehow piques my interest enough, I'll write a longer fic and post it here on AO3! This here is the collection (anything under 1k will be uploaded on the masterthread on twt.

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    (@DD_Week on twitter) Sonic Dead Dove Week for 2025

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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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    02 May 2026

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    NGHHHG MARCH BEING REDUCED TO A SOBBING, WET OVERSTIMMED MESS THANK GODDDDDDD, healy is such a BEAR im drooling

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    Chan hones in on the necklace, picking it up to observe. His fingers brush over Jisung’s collarbones in the process, sending a shiver down his spine. He leans in until his nose is close enough that Jisung can feel puffs of air leaving his nostrils as he takes a deep, curious sniff.

    Chan holds the necklace between clenched fists and rips the chain clean in two, throwing it across the room. Jisung's own eyes go wide in terror, an expression he sees mirrored on Chan’s face.

    “It was laced,” he informs him.

    Fledgling Jisung decides to break Chan's rules; he brings home an unexpected consequence.

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    02 Feb 2026

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    “My fucking god, Hollander, you talk so much,” Rozanov says and Shane clenches his jaw. "I am not trying to set you up with Dom friend!”

    “What then? You came to rub it in or–”

    Rozanov throws his hands up in defeat and snaps, “Am trying to say; Hollander, I am Dom and I will Play with you, but you talk so fucking much I can not say this!”

    Shane freezes. There’s no laughter now. His stomach swoops and plummets. 

    “That’s not funny.”

    “Do I look like I am laughing, Hollander? Am serious.”

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    27 Jan 2026

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    Jisung finally has a date, so he turns to his alpha hyungs for help regarding his inexperience with physical intimacy.

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    25 Jan 2026

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    “Shane…”

    “Who the fuck do you think you’re calling Shane?”

    “Sweetheart,” Ilya corrects, tilting his head down against Shane’s grip on his hair to try to catch his lips. “Please.”

    “I can do everything she can,” Shane says. “But you’ve been a bit too naughty today. I’m tying you up first.”

    “Oh, no,” Ilya says, voice going high and breathy. “That’s terrible.”

    Or - The jealous Shane/pathetic top Ilya fic where Shane makes Ilya beg for it

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    23 Jan 2026

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