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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.
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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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He wanted to smell what Healy’s sweat was, especially when the man was surely extra ripe, going by the massive amount of translucent fabric under his armpits.
Holland gasped, which let Healy stuff his tongue into his mouth, and then smushed his hands into said armpits, digging the pads of his fingers harshly against the plush flesh until he felt the gritty texture of hair.
If he couldn’t smell it, he could at least try to taste it.
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established marchly w some sweat kink and some angst
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Holland March has a proven plan of attack for when he wants to get truly, thoroughly fucked by Jackson Healy. It’s simple, effective, and plays to his strengths. It goes like this:
Step one: wind him up.
Step two: watch him go.
(In other words: 5k words of smut in which March is a bit of a brat, Healy is a little mean, and they are both so into it.)
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- Part 2 of they're not that nice
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The Care and Keeping of One (1) Holland March by Garden_of_Nineveh
Fandoms: The Nice Guys (2016)
14 Jun 2026
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With all the Gosling propaganda circulating atm, I've been swept up.
Just three short chapters about Healy dealing and caring and loving his silly partner, in every sense of the word.
(warning: the r-word is used in the first chapter)