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ereardon · 1 year

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A Place Like This [Rhett Abbott x OC]

Summary: Rhett Abbott has never met a girl like you. You’re a corporate city girl in Wabang on borrowed company time — he thinks there’s no way you would waste it on him. So when you fall for the local bull rider, you’re both a little surprised. What will it take to get Rhett to realize he can give you everything you’re looking for? And will Rhett be able to reconcile the fact that your job is literally to dismantle Wabang and break apart the only place his family has ever known?

Pairing: Rhett Abbott x OC [Julia Han]

WC: 1.5K

Warning: Cursing, implied smut

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“They sure don’t grow them like that around here.”

Rhett turned in the direction that Larry the mailman was staring. When he caught his first glimpse of you, he couldn’t look away. You were all consuming to him.

His ice blue eyes zeroed in on your patent black stilettos, far too impractical for a town like Wabang. They traveled up your bare legs to the hem of your tight black dress, across to the modest neckline and short sleeves.

You were an outsider, and you weren’t even trying to hide it. Rhett subconsciously tried to brush dirt from his hands using the rough material of his jeans, but he knew that he would never get rid of it. The dirt, this place, was a part of him. Whether he liked it or not.

But it was your face that stopped him dead in his tracks, one cowboy boot literally glued to the uneven pavement. His fingers twitched at his side when he saw you straighten up from a bent position where you had been fiddling with folders in a leather tote bag, shiny black hair snapping back in a wave over your shoulder as you stood, bright white smile flashing at a man who greeted you as he passed.

Part of Rhett had expected you to turn your nose up at the locals. You were obviously a city girl. He couldn’t comprehend why someone as beautiful and confident as you would ever step foot in Wabang, but Thank God you had, he thought.

So when you held open a door to the bank for an older couple, his heart soared in his chest. If you had been rude or unkind, he might have been able to forget about you. But you hadn’t. You held the door and smiled and watched them walk slowly to their car with a lopsided smile spread across your face.

He hadn’t even said a word to you, but he was a goner. Larry saw it immediately in the desperate, lovesick way he gazed at you.

“Better mark your territory fast, son,” Larry said, slinging his worn blue bag over his shoulder and tipping his hat as he slowly got into his truck. “Girl like that isn’t going to last long in a place like this. For one reason or another.”

Rhett nodded, swallowing hard on a dry throat. Larry had just spoken into existence what he had known all along. A woman like you wasn’t made for a life like this. Someone as beautiful and extraordinary as you would never be happy in a town like Wabang.

With someone as simple as Rhett Abbott.

But just as he was about to walk toward the bank where you had disappeared inside, shoot his shot because fuck it what did he have to lose anyway, Amy grabbed his hand. “Uncle Rhett?” she asked, looking up at him. “Can we go?”

He had forgotten that Amy was in the pharmacy picking up a prescription for Perry. He was too distracted by fantasies of how he would approach you to realize his niece was tugging on his arm.

“Yeah, bubs,” he said softly, leading her down the street toward his truck, past the bank. He peered inside and saw you laughing with one of the tellers, your slim hands flat against the countertop, leaning forward to take some of the weight off of your heels. “Let’s go home. Ma’s got dinner waiting.”

***

You were the reason Rhett drove into town the next three nights after dinner and set up camp on a barstool at the Handsome Gambler.

So when you walked in on the third night, despite your presence being his intention all along, Rhett almost choked on his beer.

You strolled in and took a look around before settling onto a stool at the far end. It was a weeknight and business was slow. Tom the bartender took your order immediately, and when you wrapped your lips around the straw of the drink you peered around, locking eyes with Rhett. He gave you a shy smile, lips curled up without showing teeth, and you grinned back. He took that as an invitation to join you, grabbing his beer and making his way slowly to your end of the bar before sliding onto the adjacent stool.

“Hey there,” he said, his deep voice low and gravely.

“Hi,” you whispered back, finger toying with the straw in your drink.

“What’re you drinking?”

You squinted, looking down at the glass and then back up at him. “Gin and tonic.”

He nodded, mulling that information over in his mind, tucking it away for later, and you crossed your legs, causing Rhett’s eyeline to dip down to your lower half. The sight of your smooth legs in those sky high heels made him stir in his jeans, and he silently adjusted himself.

“I’m Julia,” you said softly.

“Rhett Abbott,” he replied instantly, and the roughness of his voice made your pelvis ache. He had clear blue eyes that when they met yours felt like he’d never tear them away. His gaze was so intense it made you want to melt into a puddle near his boot-laden feet.

“So, Rhett Abbott,” you murmured. “You from around here?”

He nodded, a small curl of dark blond hair falling into his eye and he brushed it away with one hand.

“What do you do for a living, Rhett?”

His lips curled up in a smile and he leaned one flannel-clad arm against the counter. “I’m a bull rider, ma’am.”

“Ma’am,” you nearly choked on your drink. “How old do you think I am?”

He blushed. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

You leaned forward, resting one elbow on the wooden bar. “So how did you mean it?”

Rhett shook his head, choosing not to answer your question. “Where are you from, darlin’?”

“Chicago.”

You watched the confusion run across his face. “Chicago. That’s a long way away. If you don’t mind me asking, what are you doing here, of all places?”

Leaning forward you took the last few sips of your drink and motioned for a second with the bartender, who nodded. “Business.”

“What kind of business?” Perhaps he didn’t notice that he had shifted until his denim-clad thigh was pressed against your bare calf. But it was all you could focus on. The rough texture of his pants against your smooth leg and how you could feel the heat radiating off of his body.

“M&A.”

He squinted, frown lines crinkling his forehead and the corners of his eyes. He was fucking beautiful, in the most natural way you had ever experienced. Tiny, button note, rippling muscles of his biceps, the smooth lines of his legs.

“Mergers and acquisitions,” you explained and he nodded, but you could see he was still trying to connect the dots. “I’m part of a restructuring team. Our clients come in, ask us to evaluate whether or not it’s financially worth buying a business. It’s my job to make a recommendation.”

Rhett’s eyes widened. “Well shit,” he murmured after a few seconds. The bartender dropped off your second drink and you smiled up at him.

“It’s just a different kind of bull,” you said softly and Rhett laughed, a low chuckle that you felt reverberating in your own chest. His hands were tanned and slightly dirty as he gripped his beer glass, taking a long sip.

“How long are you in town?” he asked.

You shrugged. “Not sure yet. Depends on how long this takes. Could be days, could be months.”

Rhett wanted to reach out and run his coarse hands across your smooth taupe skin. If he was being honest, he wanted to know what you felt like pressed against his chest, your lips tattooed on his. He wanted to know what it would be like to hear you moan his name in his ear. “So I might see you again?” he asked quietly.

You opened your purse, pulling out two twenties and laying them down on the bar next to your drink before standing and smoothing your dress. Rhett’s eyes followed you as you inched close, leaning into his ear. “I hope so.”

Your lips were so close to him that the hair around his ears fluttered from the wind leaving your mouth. Rhett had never felt such longing as he did in that moment.

As you stepped toward the door, fingertips on the handle, Rhett called out to you. “What business did you say you were evaluating?”

“I didn’t.”

He rubbed one open palm against the leg of his jeans. “OK then, guess I’ll ask. What business are you here to potentially buy?”

You tugged open the door, the cool Wyoming air filling your lungs. “The town. The whole damn thing.”

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#rhett abbott x oc #rhett abbott #outer range #perry abbott #amy abbott #lewis pullman #series

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sebsxphia · 1 year

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Okay idk how over months of reading your pastor Rhett fics, I’m just now thinking of this but I just felt like you/this feral little part of the fandom needed to see this:

(This is a tee I’ve actually seen in the wild, my youth pastor’s wife wore it once, at church camp..)

But imagine being Preacher!Rhett’s wife and wearing this for him, maybe it’s hidden under a cute cardigan or something, which is only allowed to open while he’s up front preaching, the congregation behind clueless, just Rhett’s own little fantasy sitting in the front row with this shirt teasing him. Idk something like that 🙃

OH MY GOD THIS T SHIRT IS SO WILD??????

rhett definitely found it a goodwill for like a dollar or something and he bought it, partly as a joke, but you genuinely loved it and had it as a sleep shirt, because we all love a good pun <3

but then one day you wore it in secret and showed it off when rhett was preaching up front with a small smile on your face. rhett stumbled over his own words multiple times and flashed a secret grin at you when he paused to take a breath. it’s like your own little secret that no one is privy too and it makes both of you so giggly 🥹

ah i love this so much! thank you so much for this sweet thought my love! 💌

#💌you’ve got mail #paigewinchester67 #rhett abbott #preacher!rhett abbott

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ereardonlibrary · 1 year

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A Place Like This [Rhett Abbot x OC]

Pairing: Rhett Abbott x OC [Julia Han]

WC: 1.5K

Warning: Cursing, implied smut

“They sure don’t grow them like that around here.”

Rhett turned in the direction that Larry the mailman was staring. When he caught his first glimpse of you, he couldn’t look away. You were all consuming to him.

He hadn’t even said a word to you, but he was a goner. Larry saw it immediately in the desperate, lovesick way he gazed at you.

With someone as simple as Rhett Abbott.

He had forgotten that Amy was in the pharmacy picking up a prescription for Perry. He was too distracted by fantasies of how he would approach you to realize his niece was tugging on his arm.

***

You were the reason Rhett drove into town the next three nights after dinner and set up camp on a barstool at the Handsome Gambler.

So when you walked in on the third night, despite your presence being his intention all along, Rhett almost choked on his beer.

“Hey there,” he said, his deep voice low and gravely.

“Hi,” you whispered back, finger toying with the straw in your drink.

“What’re you drinking?”

You squinted, looking down at the glass and then back up at him. “Gin and tonic.”

“I’m Julia,” you said softly.

“So, Rhett Abbott,” you murmured. “You from around here?”

He nodded, a small curl of dark blond hair falling into his eye and he brushed it away with one hand.

“What do you do for a living, Rhett?”

His lips curled up in a smile and he leaned one flannel-clad arm against the counter. “I’m a bull rider, ma’am.”

“Ma’am,” you nearly choked on your drink. “How old do you think I am?”

He blushed. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

You leaned forward, resting one elbow on the wooden bar. “So how did you mean it?”

Rhett shook his head, choosing not to answer your question. “Where are you from, darlin’?”

“Chicago.”

You watched the confusion run across his face. “Chicago. That’s a long way away. If you don’t mind me asking, what are you doing here, of all places?”

Leaning forward you took the last few sips of your drink and motioned for a second with the bartender, who nodded. “Business.”

“M&A.”

Rhett’s eyes widened. “Well shit,” he murmured after a few seconds. The bartender dropped off your second drink and you smiled up at him.

“How long are you in town?” he asked.

You shrugged. “Not sure yet. Depends on how long this takes. Could be days, could be months.”

Your lips were so close to him that the hair around his ears fluttered from the wind leaving your mouth. Rhett had never felt such longing as he did in that moment.

As you stepped toward the door, fingertips on the handle, Rhett called out to you. “What business did you say you were evaluating?”

“I didn’t.”

He rubbed one open palm against the leg of his jeans. “OK then, guess I’ll ask. What business are you here to potentially buy?”

You tugged open the door, the cool Wyoming air filling your lungs. “The town. The whole damn thing.”

#rhett abbott #rhett abbot #rhett abbott x oc #outer range #series #amy abbott #perry abbott #wabang

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blacklodgemusictx · 2 years

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A Nuclear Approach Pt 1: The Plague

by Liz Berry

A lot of things were supposed to happen in the last almost-three years. Humanity missed births, deaths, weddings, funerals, human interactions both formal and casual, concerts, ball games, huge swaths of careers that had previously never seen the outside of a cubicle farm suddenly had to be tailored to the inside of private homes. You know. You were there.

The pandemic wasn’t supposed to happen, we all howled, though statistically we were almost overdue (“once in every generation, the plague shall fall among them,” thanks, Mother Abigail! M-O-O-N, that spells COVID.)

For Dallas music staple, Salim Nourallah, the thing that was *supposed* to happen was his album, “A Nuclear Winter.”

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A Friday evening in January 2020, from a table at YAM (YOGA-ART-MUSIC in Dallas) I watched Salim preview material for his upcoming east coast mini tour with Rhett Miller. The music making machinery in Salim’s head never stops, but the part that translates that live – especially when the live bits are far from home – requires a whole other set of switches, levers and pulleys. Material. Polish. Present to audience. Gauge reaction. Refine. Wonder if the reaction will stay true for 1400 miles away.

The feeling that night was hopeful. Salim would showcase the best and ear friendliest bits from the new Jesus of Sad EP, take said show on the road, and ranks of new fans would fall in behind him – the pied piper of Indie rock astride his velociraptor, resplendent in tennis visor and bathrobe. All part of the plan: world domination one catchy song at a time.

(Collage by me: Stickerhead Salim from: artist, Eric Edwards , Pied Piper illustration from this weird 70s human behavior book I have, veloci-Jesus is from Salim's Jesus of Sad Ep)

Easy peasy.

In February, I was fortunate enough to follow along behind Rhett and Salim for this tour. My husband and I lucked in to being able to sell Salim and Rhett’s merch for them— bless them, what do you do when people invite themselves along to your party? Put them to work, of course.

It was a week of shows, living the very lightest definition of the rock and roll lifestyle (for someone who’s dreamed of that very thing since age in the single digits, you might as well call have called it On the Road fantasy camp. If they’d asked US to pay them to do it, I would have started looking for a handy ATM), taking care of Salim’s tshirts and traveling merch display case – I didn’t find out until recently that suitcase is on the cover of Rhett Miller’s: The Traveler (thank goodness Salim didn’t tell us at the time as there’s no way I could have carted it around quite so blithely with the massive extra weight of that particularly kind of responsibility.)

We raced to have as much fun as possible with the specter of COVID breathing down our necks: a flight attendant with a runny nose, people at the airports wearing masks (and, oh dear, it hit EXACTLY where we were not weeks after). And we were successful for the most part. There was a blizzard in New York (blizzard to a person from Texas, at least), but even the idea of the blizzard filled me with longing after the pandemic really, truly hit – though Texas had its own Snowpocalype February of 2021 and I stopped wishing for things because the intervening dumpster fire years all seems to have weird senses of humor (like nesting dolls, each year seems to be a bigger dumpster that the previous year fits in and it’s all a-flame. It’s fine, everything is fine).

Our friendships went almost exclusively online – since the pandemic, since the world stopped/ended, since The Plague, since the Shit Went Down… call it whatever you want, but there’s one thing to be said for these unifying kinds of experiences: we did it together. Masked and sanitized in line at the grocery store, small talk turned in to “remember that time we almost froze to death? Almost died?” (subtext being “… and could still die” but only if you believed in science/germs/whatever – which a lot of Texas apparently doesn’t.)

Salim would call me. We’d occasionally wax wistful about that time we had a blast on the road: Logistics that were annoying to plan at the time, but felt absolutely crucial afterward because I honestly don’t think I could have made it through the last two years without the amazing memories we made. How the planned future fun was now on hold. What about the record? On hold (though Salim has produced enough material in the time I’ve known him, at times it was hard to keep the EPs and the album straight.)

More time passed.

The pandemic stretched on.

Since touring with and befriending Marty Willson-Piper (former guitarist with The Church) in 2018, Nuclear Winter was meant to be The Album With Marty. Well, Marty Willson-Piper was a million miles away – or might as well be – doing Marty Willson-Piper things. I don’t even remember. At some point he was in Penzance – which I actually had to Google because I probably thought Gilbert and Sullivan made it up. You know… for their pirates.

Out of sight.

Out of mind.

We all had things to worry about.

At some point, humanity decided the pandemic was boring and inconvenient so we declared it over and went about trying very hard to ignore it and the wheels of life that had ground to a screeching halt chugged gradually back to life. At some point, there had to be a reckoning. Years of labor pain is too long not to see some sort of result or a the very least some sort of closure.

And the signal of this? A Kickstarter campaign. The album would be born in October 2022 when the finish line of $10,500 in pledges was crossed. I watched the Kickstarter tick down from Salim’s own Galactic Headquarters – the listening room next to his recording studio—as he performed a show with former Travoltas bandmate, Paul Slavens (the band called it quits in 2019, but with new perspective brought by the pandemic, suits that still fit and a desire to give people the fun they crave, perhaps a revived two-piece affair might be in the offing in the new year. Enquiring minds want to know!)

The goal was met and exceeded by $2357:

A Nuclear Winter is go.

You, reader, may enjoy ANW in May 2023.

In one of the few times in my life where I can marvel at the truth behind these words: I am special. I have this gorgeous work right. now.

Let's begin

(see part two)

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belloves · 2 years

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tagged by @hidden-joy

rules: post the barebones plot of your wips and let people send you an ask with the title that intrigues them the most and then post a snippet/tell them something about it! then, tag as many people as you have wips!

(look all of my wips are all just barebones and don’t have anything written for them but i thought this was really fun and i wanted to do it; i can post brief snippets of ideas if wanted but i legitimately have not been able to write in ages because of anxiety)

1. malina modern au based off of “Marry Me” by Thomas Rhett

2. malina au where alina and mal were shipped off to the dregs as children and raised with in the gang; alina is a master art forger, mal is one of kaz’s back ups

3. malina reunited childhood friend au (incredibly barebones)

4. pokemon legends arceus fic based on the game with additional character dynamics and a modern-age mystery

5. life in stardew valley fic (ft. the SVE characters) but joja mart isn’t the only corrupt members of pelican town; sibling farmers (older brother, younger sister); complete with pairings of the villagers; anti-lewis because marnie deserves better

6. stardew valley rival heart events with the in-game pairings (and maybe others)

7. agents of shield modern au where all the bus kids and agents are all camp counselors, mack and coulson own/operate the camp, and may is the coordinator; counselors are all (18-21); quakerider, fitzsimmons, and assorted canon ships (basically an idea baby that i got like yesterday)

8. agents of shield where daisy is transported back into the events of season 1 and the others have to go rescue her to bring her back to her present time and interact with their past selves

9. high school musical, but it’s the kids of the high school musical characters set inside the walls of east high as history repeats itself in a different key (way); no troy and gabriella end game (amicable break-up in college, both are married to other people with their own kids) but are good friends

10. original idea based off a tumblr prompt; a princess has a best friend who acts as her double so she can get out of royal events; with an arranged marriage on the way, she asks her double to stand in for one last night and suddenly disappears, leaving the double having to pretend she’s the princess. urban fantasy, romance.

(okay seriously though this was really fun)

um... tagging: @dodge-mason @typicaltk @engclbeekman and everyone who wants to <3

#tag games

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theredquilt · 3 years

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If I had to be super honest in my speculation there's no way RandL have been all-the-way intimate w each other. No way they've for real shared a kiss. The text says boldly NEVER while the subtext has always peeled back to reveal a 'haha...unless'. They have all the hallmarks and awkwardness of two people who have definitely thought about it, and who deeeefinitely are interested, physically, in crossing lines -even though that satisfaction might be tied up with the meta satisfaction from knowing they're making a gif, going viral or getting a rise out of the crowd. Sometimes my brain goes, okay maybe they've definitely done more private exploration than even we've seen/heard about (which is good) but they definitely haven't processed it to where they're on the same page about it. Some frustrated survival spooning, some bed-sharing blues or maybe even a help-me-out-here handy. Link frequently references being aware on some level of Rhett's contrived attempts to initiate intimacy, like when they sniff-tested stains and Rhett was off his seat trying to sneak nose kisses off a blindfolded Link who finger wags him like 'nice try wiseguy' and says 'the fact you think trying to get me to kiss noses with you is a good idea is disturbing' or more recently the jolly rancher bit where Rhett continues to test the waters with his camping trip fantasy concept, and Link says 'you just blew your chance cause that's exactly how you'd try and get me to make out with you'. Link 'I'm keenly aware of what you want from me' Neal is always the one to watch, for me. Rhett's the most transparent guy on Earth with heart eyes visible from freaking space, but Link- generally composed when the cameras are on, but also emotionally volatile and 'intelligence-suspending' enough to let himself have moments of complete candour. To blurt things out that break the unspoken 4th wall of their amplified on-air reality. Think 'I forget how we act about that again' or -on the flip side- visibly prickle or hush Rhett, like when he goes 'off-script' on their boiled-for-safety curated backstories like when he mentions the stories of kid Rhett defending him (heavy on the details of the fight, yet foggy on the details of the provocation). What could somebody be telling little kid Link to make Rhett 'remember that?' McLaughlin feel such a need to strike out in his defense, yet not recall? This latter one reminds me of Rhett rhambling about their matching gorilla shirts on Grace Helbig -she asks if everyone called them the gorilla boys for that and Link says "No... just gay" which is possibly the ONLY time they just flat out mention what must have been on so many people in their lives', in their town's minds (if the photos they took together and *ahem* of each other were any indication) and no doubt on the mouths of classmates and Big brothers looking to fight. As well as, seemingly, on the cutting room floor of their writing space.

So we get these moments of Rhett, in Text making a Dirty RhettTM innuendo at Link's expense (something something does your dentist hold your hand on the brush and talk porn dialogue to you, Link? Haha it's funny cause it's mildly infantilizing or...something?), but Rhett's face is completely betraying him, just pure teasing and gross heart eyes when Link plays back, but Link picks up on the subtext, calls Rhett out for taking a harmless funny anecdote and swerving left of multiple points of humour to make a joke that puts HIM in a compromising position. Rhett is the one picturing his friend like this, constructing implausibly sexual situations out of a mundane transaction, all so that Link can be at the receiving end of male attention, as if Rhett's own well-documented on-camera oral fixation isn't there for any viewer whose eye wanders left while Link all but fellates a can of whipped cream or dangles a cherry betwixt this thumb and forefinger. The way they dance around this subtext like a game of Taboo is a veritable throughline in almost all their works, to the point I've seen you refer to their intricate rituals with its own dedicated tag. And it's also very indicative of their time, their upbringing etc, as well as very telling that even in this new space surrounded by this group of young and sexually diverse people ( to whom nohomo culture is an absolute relic - a mere performance art trope ) they mention exchanging hugs with all members of the group except each other. 'It would be like- do you hug your reflection when you see it?' Rhett says, laughing it off. Really, Rhett? Well, Link has made out with his reflection on camera. And the two of you can't do a full-frontal cuddle challenge, can't have a sleepover and share bro breakfast, can't stand less than five inches apart in prop glasses - without experiencing some kind of core meltdown. And that's- well, Let's Talk About That.

They hypothetically wouldn't shut their eyes when they hypothetically kiss because it would inevitably and completely un-hypothetically ~ lead to more ~. This is a funny joke somehow 🙃🙃🙃

#did rhett actually say 'you wouldnt hug your reflection'?#I'd always seen people saying he said 'you wouldnt hug yourself'#though I imagine he has attempted to justify it more than once #'you wouldnt hug your reflection (Link is my reflection)'#and then putting out a vid of Link making out with his own reflection #is so them #jesum crow lads #'no we don't hug thats weird'#'I definitely know what his x tastes like though'#¯\_(ツ)_/¯#askask

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kays-gmm-fanblog · 3 years

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so I have been trying to write smut for like a week and nothing is coming out - all I have is feelings and Jolly Rancher not-kisses. So here's like 600 words of conflicted emotions and the least graphic masturbation session in the world... there might be more to this story too, idk. Let me know if you want more, I guess. fic under the cut for brevity

Rhett’s just happy about them finally shooting the damn camping vlog. They decide to do the joke with the Jolly Rancher, end up with their lips pressed together and think "Okay, bam, done. Kiss over. Beasts happy. Now we're good." They're so far into professional mode that it doesn't mean anything at that point. Link has a good giggle with their lips touching and the apple Jolly Rancher in both of their mouths, until they pull away and Link sucks it fully into his. It’s his favorite after all. They bump shoulders and make faces at Stevie behind the camera and the night goes on.

Except...

Except it's three weeks later and Rhett dreams about it at night. Just once. But once is enough to put it back in his head. In the dream they were in the forest, but they were alone - playing a game and seeing how close they could get to kissing with a piece of candy. The fire was warm and the air smelled like trees and smoke and fake apple and Link's hair product and it's all he can do to keep his hands to himself. In the dream it doesn't stop - the candy disappears but their lips stay locked.

Link's lips are soft and smooth, and he hums so sweetly when he's being kissed. There's no rush to it because they have all the time in the world. When they pull apart to breathe they can't look away - Rhett sees the fire reflecting in his best friend's eyes and he sees their past, their present, and the future flickering there too. He cups Link’s jaw in his hand, thumb rubbing against scruff, and grounds himself in his love.

He wakes up with a gasp - tears running down his cheeks and the hardest erection he's had in a long time. He shuffles into the bathroom, cranks the nozzle on the shower, and steps in to take care of both of those things. As his hand wraps around his cock he has thousands of memories of Link to call on, and for the first time in a long time he's considering using one of them to get off.

He sees dream-Link, with his camping clothes on and his soft, tousled hair – it’s growing longer again and he looks like a reflection of a different man. Rhett’s mind flashes to long hair, dark, inky against the pillow case in a hotel bed between shoots. His soft snuffling snores drew Rhett to take a picture of a brief moment of downtime as they build their futures together. He hears the same snores coming from the bunk below him in college, his best friend right there by his side as they try and figure out the world.

None of the thoughts are even sexual, although he has enough memories of Link biting his lip, thrusting his hips, and making the sweetest moans in the world to power a hundred jerk-off fantasies. No, it’s the memory of Link’s laugh from the night before as they drove home together from a meeting that does it - giggling at some joke he’d made as they passed a Dairy Queen. He’s shooting all over the shower wall, legs quaking beneath him. He steadies himself with a hand and leans into the hot water, trying to catch his breath. He lets out a single syllable as a curse as parts of his life seem to rearrange themselves all at once in his head.

“Fuck.”

#rhink fic #my fic #sadfjowlasjlkfj my brain is broken

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rizlowwritessortof · 3 years

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Riz’s Master List

Just updated my master list (finally) - haven’t added anything new for a few months, unfortunately, but I’m working on it! Links below the cut. HUGE THANKS to @firefly-graphics for the dividers, you are a GIFT, my friend!

Never Look Back

Dean Winchester/Female OC, 21 chapters

Bethany Rae Cooper didn’t realize when she met the Winchesters in her family’s bar and grill that her life would never be the same. But she’s always believed that everything happens for a reason, even if it’s not exactly what you were expecting…

The Shadow’s Edge

Dean Winchester/Female OC, 17 chapters

Sequel to Never Look Back. When the demon Dameon was killed, Dean and Beth thought their son was safe from the prophecy. But when Cas brings them news of the new battle for Hell, they realize that their war has just begun.

The Fine Line

Dean Winchester/Female OC, 34 chapters

An unexpected tragedy sends Devon down the dark path of hate and vengeance, but she will learn that things are not always what they seem…

Scars

Dean Winchester/Female OC, 10 chapters

Sequel to The Fine Line. Dean and Devon’s relationship has always been stormy - but can they work through the scars of their past to find each other again?

Stars In the Darkness

Dean Winchester/Female OC, 8 chapters

A crushing loss brings Dean and Sam to Sioux Falls, and ghosts from the past and present bring them across the path of Tiara, a girl they haven’t seen since childhood.

Dreaming

Dean Winchester/Female OC, 5 chapters

Dean Winchester has always been a bit of a thorn in Kelsey’s side - a very attractive thorn, but still… A visit at her uncle Bobby’s reunites her with the boys, and she begins having vivid dreams - about Dean. Is it just her subconscious trying to tell her something? Or is there more to it than that?

My Unimportant Little Life

Dean Winchester/Female OC, 11 chapters

Season 5 timeline. Dean gets yanked from 2009 to 2014, so he can see the ‘consequences’ of saying no to Michael. At Camp Chitaqua he meets Reggie, and is surprised to find that she comes from 2009 as well…

Back In the Saddle

Dean Winchester/Female OC, 10 chapters

Dean and Sam are back in the old west again - in answer to a cry for help from Samuel Colt. And if Dean just happens to get tangled up with the spirited redhead that owns the saloon… what’s the harm, right?

Sweet Escape

Dean/Female Reader, 2 parts

What happens when a friend jokingly does a spell at your birthday party to bring your cardboard standup of Dean Winchester to life? This one’s dedicated to my friend, Liz, who gave me the idea. If only…

Sweet Escape Part 1

Sweet Escape Part 2

Shut Up and Drive

Dean/Female Reader, 2 parts

Reader teases Dean while he’s driving, so - he gets even

Part 1 - Keep Your Eyes on the Road

Part 2 - Or We Could Park - Parking Is Good Too

Take the Long Way Home

Dean Winchester/Female OC, 8 chapters

A look at Dean and Rusty’s relationship, in the present and through their memories. Flashbacks/memories are in italics.

Black Velvet

Demon!Dean/Female Reader, Dean/Female Reader, 9 chapters

You and Sam are broken after Dean’s death. Nobody expected him to come back with black eyes…

Fade to Black

Dean/Female Reader, 11 chapters

Sequel to Black Velvet. Dean is no longer a demon, but he’s still cursed with the Mark of Cain, and the lure of that darkness grows stronger as time goes on.

Dean and Toby Series

Part 1 - The Meet-Cute (Actually Rescue but Whatever)

Part 2 - The Emergency Bed-Share/Move In With Us Combo

Part 3 - The Hit and Then Run Like Your Ass Is On Fire

Part 4 - The FINALLY Admit Your True Feelings and Get Busy

GENERIC

I’m Good

This is the story that was published in the Seasons - Supernatural Short Story Anthology in 2017. Bobby sharing some memories.

Combo Shot

Dean/Female Reader

June 2015 GIEPP (Girl In Every Port Project) entry. Prompt: Pool/Poker hustler competitive chick. Pretty much pure smut.

A Hunter Walks Into a Bar

Dean/Female OC

Prowling hunter, sassy bartender

Shelter

Dean/Female Reader

Dean providing comfort

That’s How It Should Be

Sheriff!Dean/Female Reader

They have to make a fast escape, but Dean won’t let being on horseback stand in the way of showing a lady a good time

The Storm

Dean/Female Reader

You’re terrified of storms, and Dean is concerned, feelings get shared

Pest Control

Dean/Female Reader

You think you’ve got mice. The exterminator that shows up is Dean Winchester. He’ll just let you believe that, and take care of the problem. And you.

Happy Birthday, Baby

Dean/Female OC (KK)

Fluffy, smutty birthday fic written for a friend

Gunpowder and Dean

Dean/Female Reader

You’re pissed off at Dean, taking it out on the firing range, but he just won’t leave you alone…

Juicy and Delicious

Dean/Female Reader

My entry for Dean’s Flavor of the Month fic challenge - Peach Pie. You bake some peach pies for Dean, and he’s very grateful…

Lost In You

Dean/Female Reader

A casual flirtation leads to a violent encounter, and Dean’s reaction is a little more than you expected. Warning for brief description of attempted (unsuccessful) assault. Protective Dean.

What You Need

Dean/Female Reader

You’re watching as Sam and Dean prepare to interrogate a demon. Dean knows you’re watching him, and he knows exactly the kind of effect it’s having on you…

Santa Claus Is Coming Tonight

Dean/Female Reader

Dean’s really getting into the Christmas spirit…

I Need You

Dean/Female Reader

You screwed up, Sam got hurt, Dean’s pissed and you aren’t handling it very well.

Snow Day

Dean/Female Reader

You and Dean, stuck in a motel room in a blizzard

Frisk Me

Dean/Female Cop Reader

You’re a cop, in hot pursuit of a murderer, and guess who crosses your path?

Comfort

Dean/Female Reader

Dean had a rough hunt, and he’s beating himself up as usual. You take his mind off things for a little while…

When I Think About You

Dean/Female Reader

It was a wild hunt, and you’re both a little high-strung. Surely there’s some way to blow off some steam…

One Finger

Dean/Female Reader

Dean Winchester has never been one to back down from a challenge

What Makes You Feel Alive

Endverse!Dean/Female Reader

The world is bleak, the struggle endless after Croatoan. You and Dean do what you have to do to keep going.

Sweet Misery

Dean/Unnamed Female OC

My entry for Bev’s Song Challenge - song prompt was Cryin’ by Aerosmith, lyrics at the beginning

Winchesters Don’t Giggle

Dean/Female Reader

A friend and I were having this discussion about giving Dean a back rub, and whether he might be ticklish…

Confession

Dean (Priest!Dean)/Female Reader

When Dean returns from some undercover work, you discover a fantasy you never realized you had

The Bait

Dean/Female Reader

This was written for @jessica-bones-winchester’s (now on her 100th url as @cavillanche - Love you, Jess!) Dating Dean Writing Challenge. The prompt was ‘dressing up as an anime character for his birthday.’ And I have to admit, I really enjoyed this one… Reader dresses as Sailor Mars (from Sailor Moon) for Dean’s birthday.

Hey, Man - Nice Shot

Dean/Female Reader

This is for @jessica-bones-winchester’s ( @cavillanche ) Dating Dean Writing Challenge. The prompt was ‘competitiveness in the shooting range (loser cleans the kitchen for a week) No smut.

Take the Pain Away

Dean/Female Reader

This was written for @jessica-bones-winchester’s ( @cavillanche ) Dating Dean Writing Challenge. Prompt was ‘him taking care of you when you’re sick.’ Reader falls victim to a migraine, and Dean helps her through it. No smut.

Lose Yourself

Dean/Female Reader

Smut, pure and simple… Just imagine having Dean tied up, at your mercy while you worship those perky nipples…

The Contest

Dean/Female Reader

Dean loves to give you a hard time, and one night he pushes things a little too far… Flashback in italics. All’s well that ends well.

Slow Ride

Dean (Bullriding!Dean) /Reader

Yeah, after 12x11, y'all should have known this was coming - they don’t call me Cowgirl for nothing… Written (coincidentally - timing is everything!) for the Smut Apocalypse (Smut Appreciation Day) on Tumblr.

The Photo Booth

Dean/Unnamed Female OC - Dean’s POV

This was written for @winchestersandwordprocessors SPN Valentine’s Fic Challenge. Prompt was Semi-public/Risk of getting caught.

Make You Mine

Dean/Female Reader

Dean’s jealousy gets the best of him, which is not a bad thing…

Take a Chance

Dean/Unnamed Female OC - Dean’s POV

In 7x04, Dean gives himself a little pep talk before his planned hook-up with the bartender. That scene is what inspired me. This one is more important than the usual one-nighters, and it’s making him a little nervous…

If We Don’t Make It

Dean/Female OC

This fic was written for @whispersandwhiskerburn Angel’s 2K Follower Celebration. My song prompt was “Broken” by Lifehouse, and the dialogue prompt was “If we don’t make it out of this, I need you to know…” No smut.

My Deliverer

Dean/Female Spirit - Her POV

Dean is hunting a vengeful spirit. But another spirit is in this place, and she is drawn to him…

Friendly Advice

Dean/Female Reader - Dean POV, Reader POV

This was written for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog Mimi’s RomCom Fluff Challenge. The fluff got a little smudged into smutty fun… oops! Two POV’s, Dean’s thoughts are in italics and Reader’s are in regular font.

Old Times

Dean/Female OC

Sequel a few years down the road from A Hunter Walks Into a Bar. Tiara goes back to the bar for a visit, and who should show up the next night but Dean Winchester… Flashback in italics.

You Can Leave Your Hat On

Dean/Female Reader (nicknamed Taz)

Inspired by the sexy AF Cowboy!Dean we were treated to in 13x06 Tombstone. Helped along by Joe Cocker’s rendition of “You Can Leave Your Hat On.“

Wish Her the Best

Dean/Female OC - Dean’s POV

This is an angsty li'l fic inspired by Thomas Rhett’s ‘Marry Me,’ tore at my heart until I finally wrote it. No smut.

A Matter of… Time?

Dean/Female Reader

This is the crackiest piece of work I’ve ever written - for @percywinchester27 Ana’s PJO Quotes Challenge. Prompt was “Don’t you ever feel that way? Like you could do a better job if you ran the world?” - “Umm - no. Me running the world would be kind of a nightmare.”

Demon Seed

Demon!Dean/Female Reader

Demon!Dean stops in for a drink and decides he wants you. He’s very persuasive. Written for @evansrogerskitten’s Hottest Dean Challenge.

Not Wasted Now

Dean/Female Reader

When you all decide to get drunk in the aftermath of a bad hunt, lines get a little blurred. Or crossed. Or fucking erased. Fluffy, smutty, comforting, sweet and sexy Dean.

Bad Guy

Demon!Dean/Female Reader

This was written for @eyes-of-a-disney-princess Rapunzel’s Tangled Up With Supernatural Challenge. My Tangled quote was “You want me to be the bad guy? Fine, now I’m the bad guy.”

Shiny

Trucker!Dean/Female OC

Trucker!Dean AU. Breaker, breaker, got your ears on? 67 Midnight Rider, put that hammer down…

Some Kind of Hero

Dean/Female OC

Written for Tiff’s WTF Challenge. Dean’s just filling up Baby, minding his own business, when he hears an argument and gets involved. Protective Dean, no smut, left that to your imagination.

Crave

Dean/Female Reader

So, have some ‘Riz is craving some sexy Dean action with a big ol’ side of schmoopy fluff’ stuff. Because I was, and I’m sharing with you - the smut and all the sickenly sweet cuddly that I just need sometimes. If y'all are in the mood for that kind of thing.

Perchance to Dream

Dean/Female OC

Using African dream root on a case leads to an awkward situation, and Karlie can’t handle the tension between her and Dean any longer

Ruined

Dean/Female Reader

Dean comes home from a hunt, and he’s had something on his mind…

Going Home

Dean/Female Reader

Written for @crispychrissy’s Gif It To Me Challenge. Overhearing only part of a conversation sends her running, but jumping to conclusions without the whole story isn’t the best decision. No smut.

Not the Smartest Thing

Dean/Female Reader - Reader POV

Only Dean Fucking Winchester could turn taking a swig of beer into pornography. Cocky bastard. But two can play at that game.

Suzy Q

Dean/Female OC - OC POV

Written for @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan’s Multi-fandom Follower Celebration Challenge. Prompt - “I think I’m having a feeling. How do I make it stop?”

Invisible Touch

Dean/Unnamed Female OC

Rowena teaches Dean something new, and he gets inspired. I have no idea where this came from, but here it is…

Maybe I’m Amazed

Dean/Unnamed Female OC

An accident leaves her unconscious and fighting for her life in the hospital, drifting in and out of awareness and memories as Dean refuses to leave her side. Written for @rockhoochie’s 1K Love Supernatural Style Writing Challenge.

Reunion

Dean/Female OC

Passing through town, Dean runs into an old high school classmate. Fluffy and smutty, no angst here!

Playing With Fire

MOC!Dean/Unnamed Female OC

Late Season 10 MOC!Dean smut fic that just wouldn’t leave me alone…

Uninvited

Michael!Dean/Dean/Unnamed Female OC

Michael gives Dean a choice, because sometimes Michael likes to watch…This one is darker than my normal, PLEASE heed the warnings.

What Happens At the Roadhouse…

Early-Season Dean/Female OC

Bailey’s just looking for a couple days post-hunt R&R at Harvelle’s - and then he shows up. Cocky bastard.

Unleashed

Post-Purgatory Dean/Female OC

She’s still struggling to cope a year after Dean disappeared in the explosion that killed Dick Roman.

The Pool House

Dean/Unnamed female OC

Inspired by a dream - one I will never forget!

The Break-In

Dean/Tara (female OC)

One night I started thinking about what it would be like using mics and earbuds and having Dean’s voice RIGHT IN YOUR EAR. And then this fic happened. Hope you enjoy!

Tired of Missing You

Dean/Journey (female OC)

This is one of those times when my story yanked the wheel out of my hands and I just went along for the ride. So if you’re in the mood for a fluffy, angsty cookie with a smutty, creamy middle - here ya go!

Compelled

Dean/Brandi (female OC)

Have you ever had a really bad day at work? I’ve never had a day quite as bad as Brandi’s - but damn, I’d love to use this method to relieve the stress…

The Devil Made Me Do It

Demon!Dean/Shea (Female OC)

Shea is in a reckless mood. Demon!Dean is happy to help her indulge that mood.

Driving Miss Baby

Dean/Reader

Dean decides you need a driving lesson in Baby.

Just a Little Story About Lou and Sam

Sam/Female OC

Lou and Sam walk into a bar… written for a friend who’s a Sammy girl

Doctor-Patient Relations

Sam/Female OC

One-shot inspired by The Born-Again Identity - sick Sammy and Dr. Nicole. Written for another Sammy-girl friend

Head vs. Heart

No title

Fourth of July

Working Saturday Isn’t So Bad

11x17 Drabble

Some Nights He Dreams

Most of the Time

The Name Game

God Bless America

Stress Relief

Dean Hurt/Comfort Drabble

@mrs-squirrel-chester ‘s Album Fanfic Writing Challenge Drabbles

Dangerous

For My Brother

In Chains

Kiss and Tell

The End of Me

Choices

Hero

Pure

In the End

#riz's master list #updated 6/12/21 #dividers by firefly-graphics

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cellard0ors · 3 years

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As a sidebar (or colorful commentary) to the latest chapter of my fic - I read some of the comments on Good Mythical Morning and Mythical More eps on YouTube and...woooow.

It just... baffles me. I see people all, 'Look at all these comments from people thirsting over a married man' and I'm like...duh? People like to fantasize - we do it alllll the time. Sure, some people don't fantasize about running off with some celebrity, but some people do. So what?

It's. A. Fantasy.

Your imagination is your own. You can't hurt anyone with it, so long as you recognize it's rooted in an unrealistic scenario.

You're not actually going to run off with this person or think they're so attractive you'll burn a hole through them or something - it's called boundaries and you should be able to recognize that.

ALSO on the Mythical More where Link joked about them kissing and Rhett mentioning the whole camping idea - that's where I literally saw the 'Rhett's not a fruit' remark as well as people upholding their marriages to nail home their straightness and just???

I don't know - again - it just sort of blew my mind. I guess sometimes I'm such a live and let live person and generally easy going that I forget not everyone thinks that way.

In conclusion, that's why that was mentioned last chapter for the few interested in that sort of thing.

#rhink #randl #my writing #seasons fic

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lallyloo · 1 year

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I'm seeing some doubters among the fandom going all anti Rhett saying that he doesn't genuinely love Link and I'm like y'all are blind.

So what's your favorite "Rhett is so in love" RandL moments to refute their claims?

WHO ANON. WHO IS SAYING RHETT DOESN'T LOVE LINK.

But no, honestly, even platonically Rhett loves him so much.

There's the river story.. [x]

Listening to the recording of child Link's giggles.. [x]

Including Link on his mind map.. [x]

Realizing he'd die for him.. [x]

Looking like he's proposing while earnestly trying to renew their blood oath.. [x]

Being so happy to be back in the studio together after quarantine and making a cookie dough birthday panini for Link.. [x]

Making sure Link is okay during the charity livestream ear piercing...

Helping him when he broke his collarbone (and being so frustrated about not being able to touch his shoulder when he's excited about something)

Protecting him all the time [x/x/x/x]

And thinking everything he does is just the coolest most fascinating thing [x]

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serendipitous-mythicality · 4 years

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Been thinking. Before I shipped Rhink, I did not understand. I thought it was rude as they are real people with real families/wives. Watching in order, I learned that they basically started the ship, pushed it out to sea, and provided the wind to keep it sailing. (The episode where they asked people to merge their faces and call it Rhink or something to that effect - I think was the start.) Now, I think of it as a fantasy. An outlet to escape this pandemic filled world we find ourselves in. Whatever they have or have not ever done in real life is none of my business. At all. They’ve supported this sector of the fandom by dedicating two episodes to fan fiction. One raunchier than the other. Still shocked they made that episode. Seen it several times. ;) They’ve grown in ways I’m proud to see. They no longer have the toxic masculinity that came out at various points in the past. Touch me and I’ll punch you in the face. They’re more comfortable with themselves and each other. I started out reading fan fiction a little guiltily. I had never read it before. Tried for “Supernatural,” but couldn’t get into it. Didn’t try past a couple of stories. Started reading Rhett and Link fan fiction and quickly developed my favourite authors. Grew to the point where I have openly discussed both reading and writing fan fiction with people in my life. People I know will, however, not read what I write, because it would inhibit me in my writing choices. I have cried... no sobbed reading some of the poignant or sad works on AO3. I have cheered and smiled when new chapters are posted in stories I love. Some works I have read multiple times. I have never had a relationship anywhere close to the one Rhett and Link have. It makes me so happy to know there are people who choose to spend a life with someone (platonically or not) and work through therapy, etcetera to make sure the relationship continues to be a healthy one. I appreciate both Christy and Jessie and they have both been kind to me online at various points. I would never mean their relationships any ill will. They fit our guys so well. There are times when R + L accidentally do something Rhinky and still many more times when it’s done purposely to tease. They’re smart. It gets people talking - that’s what they want. Advertising and what not. I don’t know exactly the point I wanted to make in this ramble. I have been thinking about doing it for a while. If anyone out there is in the “I don’t understand’ camp, I hope they can broaden their minds enough to learn the joy that can be found on this side of the line.

#GMM #Rhink

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apparentlynotreallyfinnish · 5 years

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Incognito - part 2

By popular demand, here’s part 2 of the dating app ficlet turned into chaptered fic. If you missed it, you can read the first part here. ---

BlueEyes78: Sorry! My battery died, took me a while to find my charger.

Link lied. He wasn’t about to write that he’d spent the last five minutes trying to figure out whether he’d just made his best friend cum.

PaddleBoardMe: Oh! Okay. I thought maybe you didn’t like my pic ;)

BlueEyes78: No! It was definitely hot.

PaddleBoardMe: Good. And since you’re new to this, a pointer. It’s advisable to keep your phone either charged or near a charger while sexting. It’s not nice getting cockblocked by technology. :D

BlueEyes78: Goop point! Thanks for the tip. :) I need to get to sleep though, sorry.

PaddleBoardMe: Oh yeah, me too. This was fun. Maybe we could do this again sometime?

Link’s stomach flipped. What was he supposed to say to that? Yes please, but first I have to make sure you’re not the most important person in my life? Link had never thought about Rhett in that way. Well, never was a strong word. There might have been an errant thought once in a while. Rhett was so goddamn leggy; those thighs of his could make anyone salivate. But Link had always been quick to chase those thoughts away. Their friendship was purely that: a friendship. Link didn’t want any sexual tension materializing and messing it all up. But just in case Mr. Paddleboard wasn’t Rhett.

BlueEyes78: Sounds good.

PaddleBoardMe: Nice : ) Good night. Sweet dreams.

BlueEyes78: You too.

Link kept staring at the photo. He had to be wrong. He had to be imagining things. Why would Rhett be in a dating app hooking up with men? Link slipped off the bed, quickly cleaned himself up in the bathroom and returned to the bedroom with his laptop. They were constantly shirtless in GMM. Link was wracking his brain trying to remember when was the last time Rhett had been unclothed. The swimsuits through the decades episode! Rhett had lost and had to wear that old swimsuit, the blue bottoms. Link opened Twitter and scrolled to the picture. He held up his phone next to it and tried to compare, but the angle was all wrong and the bottoms actually came up pretty high on his stomach.

Link scrolled down hoping to find something else and finally came to the video of them washing the flooring. It was a few years old but at least, in it Rhett’s belly was in full display. He squinted and turned his phone trying to make a definitive decision. His heart was beating out of his chest.

It was Rhett. It had to be Rhett.

It wasn’t Rhett. There was no way it was Rhett.

Link groaned and threw his phone on the bed. He slammed the laptop closed and pushed it away. His head hit the pillow and he closed his eyes, trying to steady his breathing.

“Okay, let’s think about this logically,” he said out loud and immediately felt stupid. This whole thing was making him lose his mind. There had never been anything hinting at Rhett being gay. Link would know, right? It just had to be someone who looked a lot like Rhett – a tummy-double. And if it was Rhett… Well, they’d just talk it over. Neither of them had known. It was not like Link had purposefully sought Rhett out and tricked him into it!

Link scrambled for his phone and opened the app again. He went back to Mr. Paddleboard’s profile and read it with a new set of eyes. There was nothing exactly condemning but there were lots of little things that could be considered hints. Mr. Paddleboard liked camping. He liked to eat. He was taller than average. He dreamt of going on a sailing trip. All of these were things that applied to Rhett. But all were also things that probably thousands of men had in common. Link bit his lip. Maybe he could prod a bit. He tapped back to their messages.

BlueEyes78: Hey, did you go to sleep already?

The reply came almost instantly.

PaddleBoardMe: Not yet. You miss me already? ;)

BlueEyes78: Haha! Kinda. Can I ask you something?

PaddleBoardMe: Sure.

BlueEyes78: Do you do this kind of thing a lot

PaddleBoardMe: I mean... What’s a lot?

Link realized he sounded a bit judgmental. He didn’t want to insult Mr. Paddleboard, regardless of whether he was Rhett or not.

BlueEyes78: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that as it might have sounded. Just meant that I gather you’ve done this before?

PaddleBoardMe: Yeah. Not in this app. You’re my first here. ;) But other ones, sure.

BlueEyes78: Do you meet up with guys too? In person?

Link waited. He was sitting on the edge of the bed now, leg bouncing against the floor. If this was Rhett, what kind of answer was Link expecting? He’d never spent that much time thinking about Rhett’s love life, let alone his sex life. Rhett’s occasional girlfriends were just kind of there, somewhere in the background. Sometimes they were nice and Link liked to spend time with them, sometimes he’d rather not.

Link had definitely never thought about Rhett having sex with them. But now his mind filled with images of Rhett in compromising positions. Mr. Paddleboard seemed to be a bottom. Images of Rhett getting fucked by faceless men hit Link like a baseball bat in the chest and made him slightly nauseous. He mentally shook himself. Why was he reacting to the thought so viscerally? His phone lit up.

PaddleBoardMe: Sometimes. You vying for a date, baby?

Link blushed. That was not what he’d meant but he couldn’t deny that it was a fair deduction by Mr. Paddleboard. Maybe he should ask for a date. That would settle this once and for all. But the idea of setting up a date and going there and seeing Rhett… Link’s stomach lurched, and he had to close his eyes for a moment.

BlueEyes78: Just curious.

PaddleBoardMe: Nothing wrong with that. : ) I do meet up with folks sometimes. Not very often though. I don’t exactly want the word getting around…

Link perked up.

BlueEyes78: You don’t want people to find out you’re gay?

PaddleBoardMe: Bi actually, but yeah. I have kind of a public job.

Link’s heart shot into his throat. This had to be Rhett!

BlueEyes78: Really? What kind of job?

PaddleBoardMe: Maybe if we’ll meet up I’ll tell you. ; )

Link rubbed his neck and tried to think. He’d gotten so wrapped up in the thought that this was Rhett that he’d almost forgotten the possibility this was just a cool guy who possibly wanted to meet him. He didn’t want to miss a chance to get to know him if it turned out this wasn’t Rhett.

But it had to be Rhett, right? Link groaned and slammed his fist into the bed covers. His body was buzzing with nervous energy and he just needed to release it somehow.

BlueEyes78: I’m intrigued.

It had taken him a long time to answer and Mr. Paddleboard seemed to read into it.

PaddleBoardMe: But you’re not ready for a face-to-face? Or any other position for that matter? ;)

BlueEyes78: Yeah.

PaddleBoardMe: Don’t worry about it. There is no rush. And we can talk about normal stuff, we don’t have to just sext. I know we both chose the hook-up option but honestly, I’d really like to get to know you better. Your profile really piqued my interest.

A simmering heat pooled into Link’s belly and Link felt warm and almost like he was floating a few inches above the bed. It had been a long time since he’d felt like this; since he’d had a proper crush. God, please, don’t be Rhett... Be some other guy who happens to have Rhett’s stomach and similar interests and a similar job. I just wanted to explore a bit. I just wanted to dip my toe in the water. I just wanted something exciting and new. I didn’t want this mess.

BlueEyes78: Yours too.

Link told the truth. He’d been instantly interested. But now he wondered if it was because he’d subconsciously seen the similarities to Rhett and that was the reason he’d felt a connection. Rhett was his partner, in more than one sense. Link loved him. They’d basically built a life together. They went to school together, they moved to L.A. together, they started a business together. They even lived in the same neighborhood. There was an implicit trust between them built by years of memories and a life shared. Rhett was honestly the best person Link knew. Even his flaws were endearing. Of course, he’d gravitate towards someone similar.

PaddleBoardMe: Really?

BlueEyes78: Yeah. I was really glad when I got matched with you. You were my first choice.

PaddleBoardMe: Making me blush hard here, baby blue.

Link smiled. A heat rose to his cheeks too. He had to stop this though. If this was Rhett…things were about to be real awkward between them.

BlueEyes78: Thanks for answering my stupid questions. I really got to go to sleep now.

PaddleBoardMe: Okay. Talk to you tomorrow?

BlueEyes78: Sure. Sleep tight.

PaddleBoardMe: I think I’ll dream of you.

Link bit his lip and closed his eyes. The butterflies in his stomach went crazy. Don’t be Rhett. Don’t be Rhett.

BlueEyes78: I’d like that.

PaddleBoardMe: Good night, baby blue.

BlueEyes78: Good night.

Link closed the app. He didn’t want to be tempted to stare at the photo anymore. He’d just ask Rhett tomorrow. He was probably imagining things. How ridiculous of a coincidence would that be if they’d actually met each other in a dating app? Unthinkable. It couldn’t happen. Mr. Paddleboard had to be someone else.

Link crawled between the sheets and closed his eyes. But he was too anxious to fall asleep. As sleep circled Link like a vulture waiting for a parched man to die, Link thought of Mr. Paddleboard. He thought of being with him. How he would stroke that undeniably gorgeous cock. How Mr. Paddleboard would be naked, slicked-up and opened for Link to play with as he pleased. How he would whimper and beg as Link pushed in. How his hips would rise in need to take Link deeper. How he would be moaning Link’s name as he came while his whole body shook and writhed. But what Link definitely didn’t admit to himself was the fact that in his fantasy Mr. Paddleboard was Rhett.

#rhink #rhink fic #Incognito #part 2 #Link is confused #Appa writes fic

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