#rhett is ready to do link

[hugespace]

yall....

#rhett and link #gmmore 2425 #jesus christ.... #i'll have you know that it took me like 40 minutes to watch this 22 minutes long More #cause i had to stop and breathe and take a lap around the flat like 5 times lmao #the moment Rhett tried to change the subject but Link continued in that cursed voice so Rhett meditated for a few seconds with his head dow #and then came back ready and with a cursed voice of his own lol #*deep breath* do you want me do do it?

[kaluwa-del-conte]

lol art prompt if ya fancy it, Rhett helping Link get changed/ dressed/ ready to film with his sling. ❤️❤️ he’s been so gentle with him since he got hurt ���

Late art prompt 😵‍💫😅 but I do hope you love it!

#link hurt his shoulder #Rhett helping his Bo #art prompt #rhett and link #link neal #rhett mclaughlin #rhett #link #gmm #Rhett and link fanart #rhink #fanart #kdc art #kaluwa del conte art #kaluwa-del-conte art

[asherlockstudy]

They dug a hole

Okay so, hmmm, what if, what IF the video is an allegory. (The "what if" is rhetoric in order to not seem like I feel as strongly about this as I do.)

Rhett and Link said they have never dug a hole. However, they have dug several physical holes in old videos, something that's going around tumblr right now. All these holes were parts of a story though. Rhett and Link are notoriously silly but even they aren't silly enough to come up with the idea to dig an actual hole (or many holes), take all the pains this includes and write a song about it for absolutely no reason. I am also not sure they target views with this video. I mean, they always target views but I am not sure this is their priority with this one.

Also, I am gonna address the elephant in the room (I always have the feeling that almost all fans in this fandom avoid the elephants like the plague) but I am pretty sure Rhett and Link know the metaphorical meaning of "digging a hole".

But, again, let's consider what happens in this video while entertaining the possibility that it is an allegory. I am not gonna tell you what I think the allegory is but I am going to analyze what's going on in this video in detail and, maybe, when analyzed in text, the video will stop being so... incoherent.

We Dug A Medium-Sized Hole

The video starts with Rhett and Link speaking to the viewers in full, documentary voices. Rhett starts, and Link cuts the take, not being totally ready for it. They start again, this time both ready. Anyway, they announce that in their whole entertainment career they had never dug a hole and it was about time they did it. Rhett corrects Link, clarifying the hole is already dug and this video only discusses it. So I suppose that if Rhett and Link weren't willing to make a video about it, it would have totally escaped their fans that they had dug a hole already. Link then invites the viewers to follow them in this explanatory journey of the hole-digging.

The take is interrupted by Rhett's massive stomach rumble. Link turns this into a sex joke, where he clearly equates the vague hole with a body orifice. Rhett responds with a low groan.

Then the explanatory journey begins.

Rhett and Link explain how hard it was to find where to dig a hole. In their words, they had to drive as far as 90 minutes outside LA and into the desert in order to not be disturbed / interrupted while digging the hole.

Link makes a comparison that this is where people would choose to hide evil actions, like burying dead bodies. They both agree that on the contrary they don't hide anything, they don't bury anything at all.

Rhett has questions. He has questions about how they will dig the hole, how big the hole will be, what to expect from the hole-digging. Link urges him to not think about it a lot and just enjoy the hole-digging. Rhett acknowleges that they are both on the same page, wishing to just enjoy the hole-digging but he is concerned about what happens afterwards, in the future. What expectations they set and how they will know they met them. How to not be worried or disappointed the next day.

Link gives a hard answer in a very natural fashion. Simply, they should go for the biggest hole they can dig. All in. No thoughts.

Rhett raises his objections to this. If their expectations are huge and they go all in, this could turn into a huge fiasco that would leave them very disappointed. Rhett doesn't want this to be a fiasco, he wants this to be a pleasant experience. In Rhett's words, he wanted to feel good "now, then (after the hole-digging) and in the future". Link sees the reason in this and agrees to set medium expectations. Not too high but definitely not too low either.

Once out there, they try to find the spot that feels JUST right, although many places seem good for the hole-digging to them. Rhett suggests they try to connect spiritually and find the right place with sentiment (a hand on their heart), only to see at some point Link in all fours. They make sex jokes about this and Link says he thought he was making Rhett happy, while it's implied Rhett was amused by it (besides happy). Anyway, with Rhett's lead, they fiddle about a little, with closed eyes and the hands over their hearts, and with Rhett, as ever, teasing Link a little, making him feel like he's chasing Rhett. He soon offers his hand though and where they meet, it's the spot they choose.

There is a cut there for Link to explain how he saw all this situation as an exercise in being open to new situations and experiences, becoming much more agreeable and saying yes to everything.

So they finally make their first attempt to dig the bloody hole. It doesn't go exactly as dreamed imagined. Rhett's attempt falls comically flat, with his shovel not making it through the earth. Link watches him condescendingly and makes remarks as Rhett struggles to push the shovel in. It almost reminds me of all the times Link has screamed first and / or good sex needs to be slow or that strange certainty with which he often jokes about Rhett’s sexual performance. At this point Rhett explains he then realised that this effort to dig the hole could prove to not be easy or fun.

As they very slowly start digging the hole together, Link wonders whether they should throw the dirt in a different or the same pile. Rhett suggests they should throw it in the same pile. Then they wonder why they focus on, no, why they identify with the "digging a hole" part (shame?) and not in the "making a pile" part (as in, an accomplishment?).

As the hole slowly becomes bigger and they now throw the dirt in the same pile, Link becomes more talkative. He starts to tell Rhett openly that this is the thing he enjoys doing the most and that he would not want to do it with anyone else more than with Rhett. Rhett does not reciprocate satisfyingly, except with jokes and teases or he says the same things but you have to squeeze them out of him. A little annoyed, Link stresses that he's being serious and as Rhett does not say anything to this, Link stops digging and looks him in the eye. This whole situation may or may not remind me of all this year(s) Link was complaining publicly that Rhett doesn’t open up to him about his feelings.

I am kind of missing the concept of the next part, but my guess is Rhett tries to avoid answering by saying some totally non-realistic ideal scenario involving dead (grandfathers?) coming back to life could be even better. Then Link intecepts to lowkey threaten him that he could be gone one day and then Rhett would realise digging the hole with him was indeed the best thing instead of getting back dead (grandfathers?) and digging holes with them...? Rhett concedes that he will dig Link’s grave hole (probably meaning all the way up to Link’s death?) and then Link makes some jokes like “nah hun you ain’t that good at it” to which Rhett replies that it wouldn’t be taking much at that point anyway.

The hole grows larger still and they slowly get the hang of this, starting coming up with rhymes and melodies as they enjoy themselves more. The song they come up with describes the pains it takes to dig a hole initially and there is also a mention for a pill to maintain focus 👀 Once each has come up with their part, they improve and they start singing in harmony. Soon the video becomes a video clip and it blasts the finished version of the song, refined.

Meanwhile, we see Link driving an excavator as the hole grows dangerously large for their expectations. Link is totally absorbed in the digging, having the time of his life, almost as much as uncontrollably he seemed to enjoy himself during the Year of the Twink, ha, just something that coincidentally came to my mind. Rhett (who is still mostly shovelling) dances along initially but he gradually panics and stops Link.

Rhett explains that he didn’t want to pull Link from his enjoyment but he was getting very alarmed by the size the hole was getting. Link acknowledged that the hole had indeed become too large but asks if he could be blamed to have so much fun. Rhett agrees that they both had too much fun but it was time to regulate the size of the hole. Rhett then suggests to return the hole to its medium size. Link refuses, they can't do that anymore.

Rhett explains that there is a way to make a large hole medium again with the proper adjustments. That point in time when they had revealed they agreed on some “guidelines” on how to put some limits to their friendship just popped up in my mind randomly, although if so the time frame is a little messed up so it might be a different point in time actually. Link firmly argues that once a hole has become too big, that means it wasn’t meant to stay medium anyway or that that moment of medium size is long gone. (However, if we go back to Link’s original suggestion to make as big a hole as possible, it is almost certain that Link then suggested a medium-size only to not scare Rhett away from the project but it was a massive hole he was dreaming about from the beginning.)

Rhett was convinced.

Rhett explains that he was convinced by Link because he too realised and admitted that originally planning to only dig a medium hole was very different from spontaneously digging a large hole and then trying to shrink it. Link added that they had failed to maintain a medium hole, simply because they were very successful at making a large one.

They tried to trace the root of the problem. According to them, when they agreed on medium-size expectations, they didn't analyze what exactly this meant for each of them. They had a problem to establish new expectations between them and they didn't know how to cover the large hole they had made.

So they asked professional help. From the crew. Whether Twinkle Fingers symbolizes the whole Mythical crew, one crew member, a few or Twinkle Fingers himself, I can not tell. Rhett and Link ask from a Mythical member to cover their large hole and the poor fellow clarifies he can find the dimensions for a new one (but not cover the large one). While he keeps data of their hole, it's clear Link still doesn't consider it as large as it should be, to Rhett's mild annoyance. The crew member's tools are giving Rhett and Link easily the information they need in order to know how large the dimensions of their hole actually are.

The mythical member adds naked images of Rhett and Link in the digital reconstruction of the hole. Then Rhett and Link ask from the crew member to help them make a medium-sized hole, as they couldn't on their own. Rhett makes clear that the crew member has no say in the size of the hole, he will only follow the directions Rhett and Link will give him. Rhett suggests they repeat the whole placing the hand over their heart in order to know where truly medium size is for them.

Interestingly, this time, it's Rhett who opts for a larger medium hole while Link opts for the smaller medium, even though he was the one to make it huge in the first place. Rhett criticizes the tininess of Link's hole, almost, almost like the unusual neediness he expressed during the pandemic quarantines and his criticising of Link's distance, almost I say, but they compromise into making the median hole of their two holes, where Link has to open up a little more again and Rhett has to lower his expectations a little.

This time though, they feel done with all the turmoil of finding all these spots to dig a hole. So they buy... ehm so they decide to dig the medium hole in the Creative House. They start very small all over again, by making a tiny medium hole in a recreation in the yard. Yet, once again, Rhett is concerned that the excavator they are using goes by default for large holes. So once out in the field again for the proper work, this time it's Rhett driving the excavator and it has half the power of the original excavator.

Rhett is focused, he has taken the lead to keep this thing precise. However, Link soon interrupts Rhett, thinking they should at least go back in this with their own hands, doing all the work themselves. One thing they mention is that they should take into account the depth of the hole as well, and they both agree to keep the hole shallow. Much different from the huge and gaping hole that is still right behind them.

In a shovel to perfect the hole, Rhett accidentally kills a mole. In his last moments, the mole reveals he is a fan, a fan of Rhett and Link's medium-sized hole digging. He is also scornful of other people who might not get the appeal of this hole digging. He is also so pleased with it that even his death is worth it, in a way. Link expresses guilt, saying perhaps they should try to shrink the large hole a bit after all, instead of creating another medium, shallow hole. The mole disagrees though, insisting that many people dig themselves large holes but to dig yourself a medium one with such precision and fidelity to the plan is admirable.

The mole dies and Rhett throws him listlessly in the large hole.

In the end, Rhett and Link look at each other proudly for making a medium sized hole.

After making a large hole.

And then going back to determine what medium is.

And then instead of filling the large hole to reach medium size, they just made another hole next to the massive one gaping right behind them.

So the holes are two now.

As the drone flies farther away from them, we see the mole as a cloud winking at us. Clearly, the mole-fan is at a good place, he's probably become an angel.

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[ghxst-heart]

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sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Rhett wasn’t a religious man; he hadn’t been for a long time.  Still, he went to church with his family every Sunday and kept his eyes trained on the pulpit.  His mother thought that he was finally taking in what Pastor Simon said to heart, but only one thing could have the youngest Abbott so entranced; the preacher’s daughter that dutifully sat in the front row, every Sunday. ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: 18+, MINORS DNI, mentions of alcohol and hangovers, small descriptions of sexual acts, more to come in full fic. ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪɴғᴏ: Pronouns used are She/Her/Hers, AFAB!Reader, beginnings of a FWB relationship between Rhett and Reader. This is an excerpt from a full-length fic, linked here! ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: Fem!Reader, Romantic!Reader X Rhett Abbott ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1.1k ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀᴅ: MINORS DNI!! My blog is strictly 18+!! Any minors or ageless/blank blogs interacting with my fics or my blog will be blocked (and, yes, I do check). I can't stop you from reading my fics, but I can stop you from accessing my fics if my boundaries aren't respected. Your media consumption is your own responsibility, just as it is mine regarding what I post. Please tread thoughtfully and carefully, and keep yourselves happy, healthy, and safe.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The air in the sanctuary was thick as Pastor Simon droned through his sermon, pacing the length of the pulpit with his bible clutched tightly in his old hands.  His voice boomed through the small space, echoing off the wood-paneled walls and resounding in Rhett’s ears as he tried to ignore the pounding in his head.  His Stetson hung low over his forehead, trying to shield his sensitive blue eyes from the blinding morning light seeping through the windows.  His hangovers were never this intense; either he had drunk too much the previous night, or Pastor Simon’s voice was so boring that it was causing him physical pain.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett felt a harsh pinch on his thigh, and he flinched, ready to snap at whoever bothered him, but he quickly realized that it was his mother silently reminding him to stay awake.  His mouth fell into a sarcastic sneer before he recovered and offered his mother a firm nod of his head and a tight-lipped smile to appease her.  Cecilia frowned, and he fought against a whiney comment, instead opting for a quiet grumble as he sat up straight in his chair.  He gave her a pointed look and removed his Stetson from his head, and she hummed in approval, pleased that he had taken her silent direction.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett hadn’t thought that his silent squabble had earned anyone’s attention, but he knew he had been caught when his eyes met the pastor’s daughter’s gaze across the room.  (Y/N) had turned her head over her shoulder, a small, amused smile on her face as she watched Cecilia scold Rhett as if he were five years old again.  Rhett readjusted in his seat, his arms crossing over his broad chest as he felt the tips of his ears begin to burn with embarrassment under her stare.  (Y/N)’s head tilted slightly as if she were asking him a question, but before he could think of an answer to a question he didn’t know, she returned her attention to the pulpit, nodding along with her father’s sermon.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The young Abbott’s man kept his eyes on (Y/N) as she gathered her hair in her hands and let the strands settle over one shoulder, exposing her neck to his eyes.  Her fingertips grazed her skin, nails lightly scratching the base of her throat before she dropped her hand to her lap again.  Her chin tilted up, extending her neck and stretching her muscles before she relaxed, dropping her chin so she could read the bible resting over her knees.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The way that Rhett and (Y/N) were seated gave them direct views of one another, and Rhett could see most of her body.  Her legs were crossed at the ankles, relaxed against the seat of her chair.  Her skirt had ridden up, revealing the smooth skin of her thighs.  She mindlessly toyed with the hem, pulling it higher and higher up her leg.  Rhett thickly swallowed, letting his mind swim with sinful thoughts of marking up her legs, littering them with pretty purple bruises and lovebites.  He thought of kneading the soft flesh with his calloused hands, relishing in the goosebumps he would leave behind, and how the plush fat would feel wrapped around his head, muffling his hearing so he’d only just barely hear the beautiful noises he would draw out of her.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett was thrown from his thoughts when (Y/N) suddenly readjusted in her seat, crossing one leg over the other and swiveling her body, so she was sitting sideways on the chair.  He panicked, body flushing with embarrassment as his eyes flashed up to her face, finding that she was already staring at him.  He had been caught staring at her legs, his mind running rampant with fantasies.  (Y/N) grinned, her teeth chewing on her lip as she let her eyes wander over Rhett’s body before she looked at the pulpit once more, pretending as if she hadn’t exposed Rhett’s shamelessness in checking her out.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) had always been an interesting woman.  She was the epitome of a pastor’s daughter.  She attended church every Sunday, helped out in the daycare on weekdays, was active in the Women’s Group, and helped plan fundraising events for families in the congregation that needed extra funds.  She never did anything wrong, anything sinful, and always said the nicest things with a bright smile on her face.  She wore conservative clothes, nothing too tight or revealing, and her face was always cleared of heavy makeup, giving her such an innocent look with lightly coated lashes, soft rosy cheeks, and glossy lips.  But Rhett had always thought there was something more just underneath the surface.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎They had grown up together, going through elementary to high school in the same classes.  While Rhett grew rebellious and ambitious to achieve fame as a bull rider, (Y/N) remained the sweet, innocent girl that was content to live her life in Wabang as the pastor’s daughter.  By graduation, they were nothing more than strangers to one another, their reputations landing them on different ends of Wabang High’s social stratosphere.  But that didn’t stop Rhett from watching her as she led the congregation in song or served food at the church’s monthly luncheon, blushing when she’d catch his eye or muttering an excuse to leave before his stomach would lurch with a delicious, yet sometimes overwhelming, fluttery feeling.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett was too young and stupid to realize what his longing looks and flustered words around her meant.  He was too naive to understand that his nerves and the funny feeling in his stomach meant more than just a childhood crush.  For years, the youngest Abbott oftentimes tried to convince himself that he was just imagining the lingering stares or the suggestive brushing of her fingertips against him when she passed him.  He tried to brush it off as his darkest fantasies trying to turn polite glances and innocent touches into something more, his mind playing cruel tricks on him in place of his lonesome nights.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎But that was before they grew up.  Now, after being in the world and experiencing real attraction, real lust, he was convinced that it was something more.  He was convinced that (Y/N) knew what she was doing and that she was purposeful in how she looked at him or placed her hand over his when handing him his food at the luncheons.  He was certain now that he wasn’t imagining things when she smirked and turned away, continuing to innocently play with her skirt and show Rhett more and more of her skin after she’d caught him.

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[averagewriter-inthedark]

The Cowboy’s Ice Princess ⛸ | Rhett Abbott Headcanon

Link to my Rhett Abbott Masterlist

Takes place in the year 2021 (I know OR came out in 2022, but they more than likely filmed last year so im using that as the timeline). Also content warnings: light mentions of sporting injuries and misogyny/sexism by the press.

Rhett falling love with a Olympic figure skater would look like:

It all began when Rhett was asked by Cecelia to take Amy to her ice skating lessons. First off, the man didn’t even know his niece was enrolled in them. second, where the hell was he supposed to take her? After gaining the information —which was that Amy’s classmate had their birthday party at the ice rink in the city where she immediately fell in love with skating and begged for lessons—Rhett was giving the address and the two were on their way. “We’re gonna be really early, uncle Rhett,” she said when she saw the time, deep down it excited her-knowing that before her lessons were the training hours of a famous skater. Rhett, unaware of what the girl was thinking replied, “well, there ain’t no harm in showin’ up early. Better get you started now.”

When they arrived at the rink they were really early. Like Amy still nearly an hour till her lessons started. Only a few cars were in the parking lot so Rhett suggested they wait in the car until it got closer to the time, but Amy was like “no! Let’s go in! I don’t mind waiting inside.” “Well alright….” Walking toward the facility, Rhett missed how beneath the name of the building it said, “home of Olympic Champion, Y/n L/n.” Inside the lady at the counter smiled at Amy saying, “you’re early today Amy. The ice won’t be ready until they finish up down there, but i can get you your skates and you two can head on over to the bleachers.” Picking up her skates, since Amy didn’t have her own personal ones to bring, she carried them past the concession booth and locker room entrance to the stairs leading to the bleachers where music could be heard through the speakers.

As soon as the rink was visible, blue eyes landed on the figure gliding across the ice like she was a ballerina doing a solo on a the stage. Even from a distance Rhett noticed her beauty, which was only accentuate as she danced across the ice. She was dressed in a black turtleneck and leggings, white skates in her feet and hair slicked back into a tight bun. Rhett was pretty much frozen, captivated by the lone skater who was in her own element, unaware there were onlookers besides her coach who was off to the side. Each spin, each jump, each glide and Rhett felt like he was in a trance—until Any pulled him out by hissing under her breath, “stop being creepy and sit down, uncle Rhett.” When he did Rhett noticed a look of awe in Amy as she watched the skater, leaning in to whisper, “this why you didn’t mind waitin’ in her’ when you still got plenty of time?”

With a grin and not taking her eyes off the skater, Amy began to rant to her uncle, “That’s Y/n L/n—one of the best figure skaters in the world. Some weeks ago some of the girls I do lessons with told me ‘bout her after I asked about the little shrine dedicated to her when you first walk in. You didn’t see it but it’s on the other end of the counter if we would’ve turned right instead of goin’ straight,” Amy paused to watch the woman, Y/n, complete a triple axel, one of the most difficult jumps in the sport. “Anyways, Ruby told me Y/n’s trained at this rink since she was five years old and is one of few people from this city to make it big in the world. She’s competed on the international level since 2010–and went to the Olympics!! Three times!! She’s trainin’ for the 2022 Games in China happenen’ next year. Her trainin’ is right ‘fore my lessons but gramma always brings right on time so I never get to see her unlike some of the other girls. I heard people on tv call her the ‘Ice Princess’ —not ‘cause she’s a great skater, but ‘cause she’s rude to reporters—but some of the girls say she’s very nice and welcomin’ when they’ve gotten a chance to talk to her before class.”

Impressed and captivated by you, Rhett does a google search and finds your career stats. Whistling under his breath, Rhett reads that since your debut at the 2009 U.S Figure Skating Championships at the age of 14, you’ve gone on to become—in your discipline of the women’s singles— a six-time National champion, a four-time World champion, and are currently the reigning Olympic champion of the 2018 Winter Olympics. Rhett also reads you have three World silver medals, are the 2014 Olympic silver medalist & the 2010 Olympic bronze medalist as well as part of the 2014 & 2018 U.S Olympic bronze medal teams. Bringing a total of five Olympic medals in three appearances. Rhett even came across a YouTube compilation titled, ‘Y/n L/n being the Ice Princess & snapping back at reporters for 4 minutes straight.’ Curious, Rhett watches it and all he saw was you acting how anyone would when asked about their weight, diet, personal struggles, and that they were getting old in a sport known for young girls.

What made Rhett’s eyes gouge from his head was when your information read that you were actually from Wabang. “No fucking way,” he muttered just as the music ended. Lifting his head he saw you exhale and skate in the direction of your coach. He couldn’t hear what was being said but soon you were back in the middle of the ice doing spins so fast it made him dizzy. You continued practicing elements of your routine for the remainder of your training. When it came time for you to exit the ice, feeling bold, Amy jumped up and raced to the entrance of the ice to meet you there with Rhett calling out to her. The sound caught your attention, where you smiled at the sight of a little girl beaming up at you with awe in her eyes, “well hello.”

Introducing herself, Amy politely asked for a picture which you happily agreed to just as Rhett approached with an apologetic expression. Immediately you thought he was handsome and looked away when you connected eyes. Gosh they were the most gorgeous shade of blue you’d ever seen. “I’m so sorry, ma’am. We didn’t mean to bother you, Ms. L/n.” You brushed it off saying it was not a problem and you were enjoying Amy’s company, hoping Rhett couldn’t pick up on the fact you found him extremely attractive. Since Rhett had the phone, he quickly snapped some photos of you two before he and Amy thanked you for your time. Amy’s lessons were about to start so you wished good luck and to have fun before heading to the locker room to freshen up and change since you weren’t gonna be back in the rink till later that night.

Rhett could not stop thinking about you after that. Whenever Amy had lessons Rhett would offer to take her, making his mother confused, and, coincidently, would arrive 20-30 minutes before her lessons just to watch you train. Sometimes her friends in the classes were also there, so it worked out cause then they weren’t the only two being lowkey creeps. Finding it amusing—especially when Rhett tried to make it look like he wasn’t completely captivated by you—you’d wave to them and say hello when passing by on your way out. Rhett would tip his hat, giving you a smile that nearly knocked your skates off.

Amy had lessons every Saturday & Sunday afternoon so after a month of admiring each other from a distance, you made the first move by approaching him after changing into your hoodie and jeans, “This seat taken?” “Not at all. Please, be my guest.” You two talked the entire duration of Amy’s lesson. After finding out they were also from Wabang, and Rhett mentioning he read you were from there, you explained to him, “Yeah my ma worked as a nurse here in the city and would bring me everyday while she worked almost a twelve-hour shift. I basically grew up in the rink. My pops was a ranch hand ‘til he hurt his back and homeschooled me so I could skate. I moved closer to here when I turned eighteen—but my folks still live in Wabang and I visit every week.” Rhett then talked about his family’s ranch and bull riding and soon Amy’s lesson ended. While she was getting changed you and Rhett exchanged numbers after the cowboy asked if you wanted to get coffee the next time you were in town.

The feelings between you two bloomed over several weeks of texting, phone calls, and going on dates whenever you were in Wabang or having Rhett travel to the city. One of your dates actually was bringing him onto the ice after the days lessons were done and nobody wad there. That memory would go down as the funniest night of your lives with Rhett losing his balance, bringing you both onto the ice several times because you two were holding hands. “C’mon, cowboy, give me one lap without falling and I may just give you a kiss when the night ends.” Oh you bet your ass he did everything in his power to not fall on that one lap. When it was a success he immediately asked for his payment, and so your first kiss happened right there in the middle of the rink. From that moment on you were his and he was yours

When you came to the ranch Rhett would teach you to rope and ride a horse. His mother nearly had a heart attack when you met for the first time, obviously knowing who you were because she’d seen the shrine dedicated to you and your accomplishments at the rink. She couldn’t believe her son actually was in a relationship with you. Amy was over the moon and happy for her uncle. Royal and Perry were actually impressed but lowkey made bets on how long it would take for Rhett to fuck it up.

Rhett was head over heels for you and made the promise to never let you down. You were his woman and he became your biggest supporter. Even when Amy didn’t have lessons Rhett would come to the rink in his free time to bring you food or sit in on your practice. He saved up money just to travel and watch you compete, spent time on learning the different moves and jumps, and how the scoring works. You’d made it known to him that the upcoming Beijing Games were to be your last if you made the team so Rhett became your personal cheerleader to motivate you to do your best. “Baby, you’re gonna make that team—no doubt ‘bout it. Just keep doin’ what’re doin’ and that gold medal will be yours again. And I’m gonna be cheerin’ you on every step of the way.”

You made Rhett feel things he never thought he would feel. You inspired him, motivated him, was not only his partner but his best friend. With you he never felt like a disappointment. You made him laugh, held him when he cried after a bad day, encouraged him to follow his dreams. Rhett loved you so much he couldn’t picture a life without you. Even when he would rant about how you deserved better than him, you stayed by his side, kissing him breathless to show you were just as crazy about him as he was of you. “I don’t ever wanna hear those words again, Rhett Abbott. I don’t just open heart to anyone. You are the most amazing man I’ve ever met, and I love you so much and I’m going to make sure you know that everyday. You’re my cowboy, Rhett Abbott.”

You would attend his rodeos, cheering in the stands which has some of the locals shocked to see you there. Although you no longer lived in Wabang many of the residents knew who you were. Whenever the Olympics came around your picture was on the front page of the newspaper, detailing your accomplishments. Many couldn’t believe one of then had made it to the worlds greatest sporting stage and was recognized as one of the best athletes in their sport. They also couldn’t believe the notorious Rhett Abbott had managed to pull you—confirmed by the dropping of jaws when Rhett swooped you off your feet to kiss you when he finished his ride. He’d been up front with you about his reputation, but you assured him you’d never judge him by his past and as long as he continues to be the man he was to you then you were in for the long haul. “C’mon, cowboy, let’s show ‘em you’re better than what they perceive ya.” With his Stetson on your head, you had to hold back smirking at the disappointed looks from buckle bunnies.

Being a professional athlete working to defend an Olympic title was challenging. There were days you didn’t hit your routine as sharp or fell on a jump. About three month before the trials you lightly sprained your ankle when you landed wrong on your triple axel, putting you off the rink for two weeks for it to heal. During that period your stress and anxiety was high, worried that you were falling off your game and would miss your chance at winning a second gold. 2018 was the best year of your life, winning your first Olympic gold in your third Games. Since then the commentators have put a lot of pressure on you and have go so far as to call you the ‘Ice Princess,’ due to your stone cold attitude at the press when they’ve asked offensive questions you’ve called them out on instead of giving a sugar coated answer to remain polite. Only the media seemed to be your enemy because friends, teammates and even competitors had praised you for standing up to the press.

On those days that were hard Rhett would take you out on a nice date before settling down for the night by cuddling on the coach with the fire going and have a movie on the tv. Rhett would hold you in his arms, running his hands through your hair and murmur words of encouragement. “I know you had a rough day, baby. But just ‘member that each rough day is a sign to do better the next. Tomorrow is a new day. You just gotta rest tonight and put your mind at ease, so let’s talk about anythin’ ‘sides the ice.”

When the trials came for the 2022 Winter Olympic team, you were the #1 overall skater for your discipline securing your spot on the team. You were in tears, hugging your coach as Rhett, his family, and your family cheered in the stands. He even had to wipe his face, overcome with emotion and met you when it concluded with a bouquet of flowers and a passionate kiss. “I’m so proud of you, darlin’. So so proud,” he said in between kisses, “you were incredible—I knew you could do it.” Unfortunately Rhett wouldn’t be joining you in Beijing due to the COVID restrictions set in place, but he promised to be up every morning to watch you skate. It was a tearful goodbye at the airport with Rhett telling you how much he loved you and would miss for the next two and a half weeks, and after several kisses and promises to call everyday he finally let you go so you could get through customs.

Rhett and his family sat down to watch the opening ceremonies of the Games where you led Team USA as their selected flag bearer. You looked so adorable in your outfit that Rhett couldn’t help but take a picture if his tv when the camera panned to you. Not much of a social media person, he did however post it on his story with the caption, “That’s my Ice Princess♥️⛸.” The nickname you once hated ended up being your favorite whenever Rhett called you it. Only he could make you flustered when it rolled off his tongue. He was your cowboy, you were his Ice Princess.

Making through with his promise, Rhett got up at the ass crack of Dawn the days you were set to go on the ice. Qualifications, team finals, short program, free skate, he was on his couch watching it live. When it came back you were the #3 overall qualifier, Rhett was over the moon. Then he and Amy cheered together when the USA claimed the silver metal in the team. He watched you with beaming eyes on the screen medal yourself and hold it up with pride.

On the day of your free skate, the final segment of the women’s signals skate finals, Rhett held his breath and was on the edge of his seat when you stepped on the ice. The last to perform, becoming a two-time Olympic champion would be down to the four minutes ahead if you. All through the routine he felt that familiar skip in his heart like the first time he saw you. You glided across the ice with ease, like a ballerina on stage. Each twirl, each jump was perfection and you hit every single element, finishing the routine with a grin on your face. You knew right then, as did the small crowd of local spectators and members of team USA as well as Rhett and y’all’s families back home. They were already celebrating with Rhett having tears in his eyes the moment your name came up with the overall total next to the #1 spot.

Rhett never thought he’d find love—especially with someone as amazing as you. You were the definition of perfection, the most dedicated, inspiring, beautiful person he’d ever met and everyday he thanked whoever above to allow him the honor of being your cowboy. When the gold medal was placed around your neck, and you announced the closing of a chapter with retiring from the sport of figure skating, Rhett couldn’t wait to be a part of the next chapter. But no matter what you did on or off the rink, you would always be his Ice Princess.

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Hi, my name's Sylvia. I've got 99 problems and Natasha Trace is 98 of them.

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Phoenix x Reader

Loving You Had Consequences From the moment Natasha walked into your life you were smitten. You were in the clouds when she asked you out. You were over the moon when you moved in together after college. You were going to spend the rest of your life with her. Or at least... you thought you were. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3.1 Part 3.2

Taste Just Like A Your friend is getting ready to tie the knot soon, but there's a million other things you'd rather be doing right now than chaperoning her bachelorette party. A million other things, like the hot brunette over by the pool table. A million other things, like tying a few knots of your own.

Phoenix x OC

stop making the eyes at me (series) Kelsea Floyd was always told by her brother that his coworkers were off limits. That was never really a problem before, considering they were rarely ever in the same place. Now he’s been called back to TOPGUN. He brings a slew of new aviators with him, proving to the Floyd siblings that Kelsea was never very good at listening.

Meeting Bob's Hippie Girlfriend There’s a strange noise at night, and the last thing Phoenix expects it to be is a tattooed blonde. In Bob’s shirt, no less.

Can I Help You, Lieutenant Phoenix and Kelsea defile The Hard Deck bathroom

Phoenix x Rooster

You Can See It With the Lights Out Rooster just wants to enjoy Sliders retirement party in peace. Thank God when he puts his foot in his mouth his best friend is there for him. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

you'll be mine and i'll be yours Bradley's spent enough time wasting chances. He just hopes he didn't waste too many.

When the Morning Comes Nat had missed Bradley while he was away the last few week, and he really should have been at the bar by now. He'd better have a good excuse for making her wait.

Make You Feel My Love They've been tiptoeing around each other for a long time. Too long. But the line between feelings and friendship is easily blurred.

Love Me Like You Do Sometimes Bradley wonders how he gets himself into these situations. Then he looks at Nat and remembers he'd probably do anything she asked him to. But if he's being honest with himself, he kind of likes it that way.

Phoenix x Coyote

Thriller Night Javy wants to go all out on a costume with Nat and have a good time at The Hard Deck for Halloween. He gets a bit more than he bargained for

Bob x OC

Mountain Views Bob would follow Fern anywhere. Even on a hike he was ill equipped for.

Lessons In Biology Bob gets a little lesson in plant biology

Bob x Reader

They Say It's Your Birthday Bob is determined to be the first person to wish you a happy birthday. Determined!

Coyote x Reader

I Go There When You Touch Me You just wanted to spend a quiet night in. That did not include going out to a loud overcrowded club. It definitely didn't include spending it with someone you try to avoid on a daily basis. The universe had different plans.

Merrier the More (Javy Machado x Bradley Bradshaw x Reader) Jake strikes out at the bar, but you hit a couple of home runs.

Rooster x Reader

Merrier the More (Javy Machado x Bradley Bradshaw x Reader) Jake strikes out at the bar, but you hit a couple of home runs.

Rhett Abbott x Reader

Surprise Visits The end of your shift is so close you can practically feel the fresh outdoor air on your skin. An unexpected visitor, however, throws a bit of a wrench in your clean getaway.

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All Grown Up [Chapter 2]

roos says ! yes the gif is rhett abbot, i know, shhhhh. closed proximity? yes. also, protective bob is a new favorite of mine :)

desc: bob's missed probably more than one big event, a dinner and a thunderstorm seem to tell you God-- or just fate wants you to talk it out.

notable characters: robert "bob" floyd

TWs: desc. of past abuse, narcissism, and gaslighting. cursing, mentions of fighting, threats

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Your plan of horse training fell out of your mind as you stood, watching both Molly Floyd and your sister as they toddled around with the horses. And it especially died when Molly called to your sister, “we should get Robby to ride Fuego when he gets here from the store!”

Shit. You were not ready for this. Not now, not ever.

“Ma, I have some laundry and such to do—“ you call across the field where she stands, watching the girls as they feed Fuego apple treats when he does little tricks you’d taught your sister to do with her. She’s now teaching Molly the same ones. You bite your lip before you speak up again, “Can I run home and do that for a bit before coming back later?”

“Are you sure you don’t wanna run Fuego before it gets hot?” Your mom asks, sending you a look. When you meet her eyes with a bugged-out look in them, she huffs, waving you over. Slumping your shoulders, you make a slow walk to where she stands by the fence because you already know what she’s gonna say. She’ll tell you to talk to Robert, then say how much he’s missed you or something along those lines.

“Talk to Robby.” Your mother murmurs, “lord knows he’s missed ya.”

‘Two for two,’ you think bitterly.

“Ma, it’s been like… nine years since he moved away. And it’s been five years since we last spoke in person. We’ve texted like… once every other month, sometimes even longer, since that thanksgiving party when his mom forced us to talk and gave him my number.” You grumble, looking away so your mother can’t see the genuine upset look in your eyes, “I don’t think there’s any more dynamic duo.”

“Yes, there is, you’re just being stubborn. I don’t know what happened between the two of you before he left, but c’mon. You both were twenty the last time you spoke in person, and it was awkward as hell to watch, now you’re both twenty-five.” she sighs, “Get your head out of your ass.”

“My head is nowhere near my ass, excuse you,” you say, but find you want to be like an ostrich in the sand when a beater Chevy pick-up pulls up to the barn with a low rumble and a crack of its missing cylinder. You want to curl in a ball when the engine shuts off, and the door opens, Molly screaming her brother's name as she slips back through the fence.

“Just look at him—“ your mother whispers, idly smacking your shoulder as she slips through the fence to help her horse— Aster, who got his leg stuck in the feed again. 

He wasn’t actually stuck, he just liked to complain until he got help.

So, against the burning in your stomach, you look to see him. And Robert Floyd has changed, drastically. He’s still wearing the same thin wired aviation-style glasses, he doesn’t really need them for anything other than reading and flying— but he’d told you that fateful thanksgiving when he looked relatively the same in his bulky hoodie and jeans, that he liked to wear them because he’d ‘never forget them that way.’ Which wasn’t true because two days later you were shipping them to a Naval postal office in Nevada. 

His hair is much shorter now, no longer at its beautiful shoulder length. You had loved to run your hands through its slight wave, you also loved to braid it or put it up in little ponytails. His scruff was growing in a bit like he was taking an opportunity to not shave now that he was home for a few weeks, and he had a newly healed scar across his lower jaw that still left some bruising by his ear. But other than that, he was still Robert. (Your Robby, you remember calling him as a kid, when you two were actually ‘married’ with Ring Pops you bought from the gas station at the end of the road.)

But one thing stuck out to you, in the summer heat he wore a thin white tee, and you could see every bit of muscle definition he had in store. Sure, he had always had a bit of muscle, and as a more reserved person you only got to see it when you went swimming or boating with him, but now it almost strained the old shirt.

“Hey Mols, Gennie.” He calls, his voice even having changed, losing a bit of its southern drawl. Then, he turns to where he hears your Mom complaining to Aster behind you and catches your eye. He lets out a low whistle that makes a smile crack across your lips subconsciously.

“You’ve aged like a fine wine,” he calls, a bit of his drawl coming back as if it was magically reborn in his throat.

“So have you.” You reply, throat dry. As much as you want to run into his arms and hug him— then slap him for leaving for so long, you feel rooted in your place. There he is, after years of wishing he would come back, and you feel so stupid because you can’t even muster a single word out of your chapstick-covered lips. (The same lips you want to press to his, you think to yourself bitterly as you scowl.)

You look like a damn idiot, you think after a beat of silence. You find yourself praying to God he doesn’t think the same. He shuffles awkwardly, sparing glances between your eyes and your body, before humming to himself.

"What, uh-- what's..." He drawls, before just stopping himself and sighing, slamming the door shut to his truck like it's personally offended him. 

"I've been fine." You pick up on what he's trying to ask instantly, it's just like he's back in high school trying to start a conversation with someone new again, "I went to college for Equestrian studies, in Savannah, and then I came back home. I live in that little cabin on the property, like a little apartment. My mom and I fixed it up after December."

You didn't need to tell him why December was important, he wasn't there. He’d also never met your ex-boyfriend. Bob would’ve known immediately Mike was gonna be a douche. You wished he’d been there to help you, secretly,

You find it hard to keep your lips shut when he shifts, his arms flexing— and the only thing you can think of is how he’d probably be able to knock Mike out with one hit.

Bob stammers, “What-- uh. What do you do now?"

"I run a horse sanctuary and training facility about a half-hour to the coast. I help do rehab, run events, and do private barrel racing and show lessons for kids." You explain, "I also do equine therapy for kids, we're doing a thing with the Air Force next month for retired veterans. Uhm." You shuffle on your feet, "what about you?"

He leans his arms on the fence, watching as the girls run amuck in the field now, the animals paying them no mind. You remind yourself your next project is making that cow section your mom wanted to use for dairy. Bob talking pulls you out of thought, “That's nicer than what I’m stuck with. I'm a Lieutenant Weapon's System Operator, WSO, with the Navy. I don't fly the plane but I sit in the back and run radars, bombs, and such so the pilot doesn't have to. I just finished an assignment with my squadron at the Naval Air Base in Miramar, at Top Gun. I have to go back for reassignment with them.”

"I don't know what any of that means." You chuckle, moving over to you're on the fence, but a good fifteen or so feet away from him. You knew squadrons, but the knowledge of what a WSO left your brain. Bob always had the military family growing up, not you, so you’d missed out on that knowledge.

"You'll learn," he says like you'll talk to him again after this. Do you want to? You want to tell yourself that you don't, but you know deep down you want to spend every living, breathing moment with Robert Jameson Floyd like you used to. But the silence was washing over you, making everything uncomfortable, so you stand from where you lean and make your way back to the barn, calling over your shoulder as you suddenly find the guts to ride again.

"Welcome home, Floyd."

From behind you, Bob watches you leave, mentally praying he'd never have to see the way you stared at him with some sort of unfinished puppy love in your eyes again. You may have thought it was unrequited, but he knew better. Despite himself, Bob knew he was doing it too. Considering, even with the four different partners he'd taken since leaving home, he'd never gotten over you. You had always been his endgame. Whether he liked it or not, you consumed every moment of his waking thoughts. Every single thing he did, he told himself you'd be proud of. Every single day he lived, breathed, and fought through every shit-filled mission and squadron to survive to see you just once more.

And now that he was just seeing you, it didn't even feel like enough.

He wanted to hold you in his arms, he wanted to kiss you and tuck you to his side and announce you two were finally dating to family, friends, and to his squadron, but who was he kidding? You were no longer as close as you had been, there was no more dynamic duo, no more Bob and Y/n. It was not Bob, Y/n. A pause between you. He'd told himself these three weeks he had in South Carolina were gonna fix everything.

But god, you'd changed.

Either you dyed your hair or spent enough time in the sun to cause it to lighten. Your usual freckles were much deeper now, with a few randomly littered scars to match it. You'd clearly let your hair grow out, considering it fell under your shoulder blades now in two, perfectly done braids-- a new skill as well. He was able to see the distinct changes in your style, new, tighter outfits, and no more makeup to dot your clean skin.

You were stunning, just as you were in high school, but god something felt different. Maybe it had been time, but you looked... better than he remembered from that awkward thanksgiving about five years ago. Even if you'd kept in contact, it was mostly about your younger sisters, family friends, or stupid questions like the color of your cast when you fell out of the tree in his yard and broke your arm. It had been pink the first time, then green, then blue, then white and red because it was almost Christmas. Your mom still had the casts somewhere in your basement, apparently.

He's pulled from his thoughts but the sound of a whinny, turning around to see you lightly stretching atop of your horse he'd only seen maybe three or four times before he'd moved away. He knew it was Fuego, by the dark color of the horse's hair, and he watches as you whistled and clicked in the certain way that sent Fuego tearing along the dirt. She kicked up in puffs as you lead her along a designated path of the right barrel, the left barrel, then the middle one before ripping forward. Molly started cheering, climbing up the fence to get a better look with Genevieve beside her.

"Miss Y/n is so cool!" Molly cheered, waving as you turned Fuego around after her spark ran out and she'd tired. You let her slowly pace back, waving back to Molly once she was in your eyesight, your sister giggling happily as she clapped.

His mom hadn't been kidding when she said you'd gotten really good at barrel racing and other horse-related things. It took everything in him to not say that you were cool, and so so pretty too.

"Miss Y/n's got a big race Friday." Molly informs him, "She's going up against a bunch of people she wants to beat!"

"That's fun," He murmurs, mentally making a note to ask his mom if they should go. Bob, despite being reserved and shy most days, knew you had seen him in every stage of life. Nothing about you made him want to hold back, he wanted to love you, and he hoped-- somehow, you'd see he cared before he had to leave, but he wasn’t sure if that would happen. You had grown since he was gone, and probably had eyes for better guys— like Rooster. Hangman, maybe, if he’d ever get his head out of his ass.

But the squadron had heard his drunken confession of love, and they’d be on their way to his quaint little farm for the biggest fourth of July party in South Carolina— as his mom called it. He had only a few weeks to either make it so you liked him, or to hide you from the squadron.

The time restraint was gonna stress him the fuck out.

...

Your mother had decided to invite Bob and his family over for dinner since your father was still in Jersey helping his brother with his Blueberry harvest as he did every year. the dinner plans were great because you loved his sister and Step-Dad and didn't wanna have more leftovers than you could eat again, but you did not want to see Bob at all. With dirt on your jeans, you stood at the oven, cutting up some turkey for the dinner your mother had prepared.

"Mom!" Genevieve called as soon as your two dogs, a Border Collie named Lieu (for Lieutenant) and a German Shepard named Cappy (for Captain), "The Floyd's are here!"

Your mother turned, setting a dish of shrimp down on the table as an appetizer, considering you both were still cooking, "Let 'em in, hon."

"Is Robby here too?" You asked and your mother nodded, continuing to hum along to Dolly Parton. Turning yourself to the dish in front of you, you continued to cut up the meat without acknowledging the group that had walked in. You knew Bob's family like the back of your hand, the way his mom kicked off her boots at the door, but his Step-Dad, Tom, wore his boots into the kitchen before remembering to take them off every time. His only sibling, Molly, would usually yell 'Daddy! Your boots!' and he'd laugh, saying, 'Thanks, Pumpkin,' before he'd clamber back down the steps to take them off.

"Miss Y/n," Bob's mother, Jenny Floyd-Boseman, said, stepping up to wrap one arm around your shoulder, "This is a beautiful lookin' slice of meat."

"Thanks," you smile softly, "I'm using my Nana's old rub recipe so, I'm kinda hoping my nostalgia didn't make me remember this tasting better than it was."

"This isn't Mikes Nana, right?" Jenny says, stepping back with a wicked look in her eyes. You try to hide your flinch at his name with an easygoing smile.

"Lord no. Asher would kill me if he even thought I was using something from Mike's family." You laugh, Asher was your older brother by only thirteen months, he was currently down in Tennesee running an apple farm with his childhood sweetheart, but he'd be back for the 4th of July party. As would your other younger siblings, twins by the names of Avalon and Gisele.

"Mike was a dirtbag." Tom says, giving you a tight hug, "How're you doing, Mini-Sav?"

He'd always called you Mini-Sav, after your mother Savannah, because you were practically a carbon copy of her. It made you laugh, "I'm doing wonderful Mister Boseman."

"Good." He smiles and plants a kiss on your hairline, before turning to help Molly and Genevieve set plates on the table.

"Need a hand?" A voice calls and you turn to see Bob, chewing on a toothpick idly as he breaks a soft smile across his lips when you make eye contact. You pause, listening to Shania Twain across the speakers in your house. Despite wanting to say no, you feel your mother's burning gaze into your back so you nod, pushing the uncut but of steak towards him.

"Cut it into slices as I have." You explain, "It just makes it easier for the girls to cut."

He nods, and you both work in silence, you humming along to 'You're Still The One' and trying not to think about how desperately you want to kiss the man next to you. He works silently, occasionally pushing his glasses up, and before you know it everything is cut and ready to be set on the table to eat.

You end up taking the head of one side, Bob taking the other as you all idly pass around food and the table is full of dull conversation about neighborhood gossip Savannah and Jenny had heard, or what Molly and Genevieve are doing in their classes. Kenny Chesny fills your ears as you tune it all out for a while, thinking about the certain lessons you need to run tomorrow for training when Tom's tapping the table in front of your to grab your attention.

"Sorry," You flush as you swallow your steak and sit back from your slightly hunched position, "I was in teacher mode."

"That's alright, Love." He laughs, "I was askin' if you ever heard back from Mike's sister, Shannon right?"

"Yeah." You admit, rolling your wrist, the same one your ex had slammed into a gate, taking you out of racing for months, "So, apparently she's in Texas now with Mike. Apparently, their brother's roommate came home from the Navy last night and chewed him out. I think they got into a physical fight over it, Shannon sent me pictures of his nose asking if it was broken. It was crooked so..." You snort, "Jake did a number on him. Better than Dad did."

You see Bob shift, a curious look in his eyes at the mention of Jake. You didn't know if he knew Seresin, but he might've because Jake was also in the Navy.

Your mother smiles, "Jake was an angel the one time Shannon and Chris brought him up here. Do you happen to know him, Robby? Jake Seresin?"

"Yeah, he's Hangman." Bob says like that makes sense to you, "He's the one who saved Rooster and Mav's asses--" You blink at him cursing, which makes him flush, "sorry, lives."

"Those girls have heard worse." Your mother laughs, "I'm glad the Navy's brought you a bit out of your shell."

"Yeah." Bob smiles softly, stabbing his green beans. You pretend to not notice the way he's gotten a bit tense since Mike was brought up.

"I'd beat an abuser too, it's kinda sad Jake beat me to it." Tom jokes, but the way his eyes shift to your wrist and then your shoulder, you know he's not joking. Tom, who'd become your pseudo uncle in the six years you'd known him, had been more upset than your own parents (even though they were livid, Tom was on another level) when you'd finally broke the news of Mike's narcissistic and abusive patterns to them. 

"Wait--" Bob coughs with a certain look in his eyes you can't catch because he's tensing his shoulders which makes the flex-- and god he could kill you with those hands, "Who is Mike? I, sorry, if it's not any of my business it's okay."

"No, you should know." You huff, setting your fork down as you brush a hand through your hair. You don't really wanna tell Bob, but you can tell by the way his gaze is fiery that he'll probably just call Jake and ask if you don't tell him. He always was able to find out all your secrets, even if you'd never spilled a word. Bob knew you better than you knew yourself and if he was this upset you couldn't even imagine how he'd react when you told the full story. Though, that was for another day.

"About two years, I started dating a guy-- Micheal Lees. He was everything I'd wanted, smart, shy, gentle, but still tough and able to stand up for me." You cough when you realize you're describing Bob, "But he started getting just... awful around last May. He was just... ugh, I don't even know how to explain it. He was cheating on me constantly but would gaslight me into thinking it was my fault. I walked on eggshells for eight months until I realized he was stealing from me-- as soon as I knew I told Tom and Jenny."

Bob is practically seething across from you.

"I got out of it in December, which is when I refurbished the cabin in the back to live in. He stole pretty much all my money and possessions, so I got in contact with his sister Shannon and brother Chris. They helped me get back what I could, and we filed a police report and all that together." You sigh, "When I was moving into the cabin, Chris, Shannon, and Jake-- Chris's roommate, drove all my stolen stuff from Texas to here. And, that was... two months ago? Jake had to leave early though because he had a deployment in California. And that's really it."

The table falls silent for a few moments, the only sound being people's forks moving on the plates and drinks being picked up and set down before Bob takes a deep breath.

"If I ever see Mike, I'll fucking kill him." He grits out and you nearly choke at either the growl in his voice or at the genuine sincerity behind the threat. You'd always been the assertive and aggressive one growing up, but there was sweet little bookworm and volunteer Bob, who'd catch spiders and flies in cups to let them out outside, saying he'd genuinely kill someone. 

Molly spilling her water takes the moment away though. You stand to grab paper towels as you shake off the feeling of dread in your gut. As you bring the paper towels to Molly, letting her help you clean up her mess, you catch Bob's eye. He's watching you, his mother murmuring something to him (probably part of the story you hadn't told), and for once you feel tiny in his baby-eyed gaze.

...

After dinner, Jenny insists on cleaning up with Tom, so you're left to your devices. You decide since you can hear thunder in the distance, to go lock up the barn. You get the goats and cows in pretty easy using Lieu as a herding dog-- which she was bred to do. You work her, watching as she gets the cows in with a little bit of a fight until lightning begins flickering across the clouds.

"C'mon, Lieu!" You shout, whistling as she finally nips the last calf to get her in the barn. You lock the door, leaning to the side to pull it shut as you drop some feed in as a makeshift treat for the cows as thanks for getting in with as little trouble as possible. The horses go in easy enough, but you notice, as you guide Lieu back to the house along a wooded trail that some of the chickens are still out. You huff, walking to their little pen when you see Cappy run straight past you-- the Shepard snarling as he chases something away.

"Captain!" Bob shouts, huffing as he runs up beside you. You laugh softly at his exasperated expression, surprised he'd been able to keep up with the dog for so long. It was a decently long run from your house to the chicken coop.

"Captain'll take care of the chickens." You inform him, leaning over to ring the bell that informed the chickens to come back to the coop.

"She was chasing a coyote, that's what I'm worried about." He stays, shoving his hands in the back pockets of his jeans. You huff, letting out a low whistle for a long moment before clicking-- a similar call to what you'd done to Fuego earlier. You're still ringing the bell as you count the chickens. Eventually, Captain does come back, nudging a few chicks along with her nose. 

"See?" You tease Bob, trying to push past the awkward feeling in your gut, "Told ya she'd be fine."

He laughs, wiping beading sweat from his forehead as you help Captain get the rest of the chicks into the coop. As you lock the gate, you give both Captain and Lieu treats, letting them annoy Bob for ones he doesn't have. He laughs at them, giving them both kisses on the head instead, which they accept, as they start to march away. You cross your arms, feeling the air beginning to cool as a breeze whips the trees. You look up, dark clouds beginning to cover the sky above you, and that's when it starts to pour. You curse, whistling for Lieu and Captain as you grab Bob's sleeve, trying to run to the house which is a half acre away.

"It's too far!" He shouts, pulling you back. You slip on the newly accumulating mud and he manages to catch you, his glasses falling off in the process. You drop down, grabbing them as you spin.

"The barn!" You shout instead, it was much closer, but still a bit of a run, and you both look at each other before taking off for the barn after a beat. He manages to keep up with you-- better than he used to, and Captain and Lieu keep at your heels and you run. It takes the both of you to slam the door open and shut against the wind, but once everyone's inside and accounted for you huff, handing Bob back his glasses with a soft sorry as you pull your phone out to text your mom and tell her you'd both taken shelter in the barn and would probably wait out the storm since it was supposed to only be an hour or so long.

Then, you realize, the barn is full of animals except for Bob. Now you wished you'd run back to the house instead of coming here.

#top gun #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #top gun: maverick #robert bob floyd #robert bob floyd x y/n #robert bob floyd x you #robert bob floyd x reader #robert floyd #bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x y/n #bob floyd x you #all grown up twosroos

[mythicalamity]

Glide

Link knew what Rhett had to be thinking. He had said it out loud often enough, they both knew that he did not need to say it now.

Link couldn’t make things easy on himself, he couldn’t resist riding the struggle bus each step of the way.

Link was so frustrated trying to wrap presents, he was nearly sweating with the effort.

“I just..” Rhett took a patient, tentative breath, trying to find the least critical way to bring attention to the fact that he had told Link that wrapping presents sounded better in idealistic theory than frustrating practice. “Gift bags are adorable, personalizable, reusable..”

“Rhett..” Link huffed a violent exhale as he tried to peel back the scotch tape from a corner of his current gift-wrapping endeavor that wasn’t turning out the way he had envisioned. “I like to wrap gifts.”

“I can see how much fun you’re having,” Rhett muttered sarcastically.

“I just..” Link slammed the tape down, cracking the plastic dispenser. “I always forget how much I suck at it.”

Rhett smiled. “You don’t suck at it, honey. You just.. don’t have patience.” Rhett gingerly picked up the tape and drew out a segment of tape. He delicately folded over the corner that Link had been struggling with. He smoothed it out and taped it down. “Then you start just trying to get it over with, and then yeah. Then you suck at it.”

“You make it look easy,” Link said with a pouty frown.

“It’s not rocket science.” Rhett smirked. “Besides,” his wry smile softened. “There’s no point rushing. I’m here with you. Where else would I wanna be rushing off to?”

Link sighed, but was markedly less pouty.

“I guess you’re right. I can’t think of anywhere I wanna be besides with you either.”

Rhett unrolled some paper and began to slice through it.

“Oh, hell yeah,” Link cheered when the scissors caught the paper just right, gliding through with a satisfying sound.

“You try,” Rhett handed the roll of paper and scissors.

Link looked skeptically at the scissors in his hand. Like he was reminding himself that it was, in fact, not rocket science.

The scissors glided through a panel of paper perfectly. Link looked at it proudly, before bringing the scissors up again to slice another.

Link sliced another piece and then looked down at his handiwork, confused.

There was red on the paper.

“Oh crap,” Rhett murmured. “Hey, look at me, Link.”

Link’s eyes disobediently drifted to the hand holding the scissors and the thin red line of a paper sliced across it.

Suddenly, Link felt hot and cold at the same time. He hadn’t even felt it. The edges of the room darkened, framing the room in black fuzz. The border thickened as his body grew heavy and his head grew light.

"Don't look,” Rhett reiterated. “I will bandage it for you."

“I told you I auck at this.”

Rhett helped Link over to the bed and grabbed a cold wash cloth.

“Ouch,” Link said, absently. As if there was a delay between Rhett’s touch and the sting.

“Don’t pass out on me, honey,” Rhett urged. “Talk to me.”

“About what?”

“Anything.” Rhett rummaged through the closet for the first aid kit. And knelt down at the foot of the bed. He pressed gauze to the side of Link’s hand and paused there for a moment for the bleeding to stop.

Link’s eyes slipped shut, and Rhett gave him a little nudge.

“Mm?”

“I’m done, baby. You can sit up.”

“Do I have to?” Link asked softly.

“I.. guess not. If you’re not ready.”

“I’m fine,” Link smiled. “But I’ve thought of somewhere I’d rather be than wrapping presents with you.” Link patted the empty space next to him on the bed.

Rhett grinned, and climbed up onto the bed.

“The presents can wait,” Rhett decided.

“I hear gift bags are popular?”

Rhett leaned down to kiss the soft smile from Link’s lips.

Prompt #7 from this list of Eighteen Aches ❤️‍🩹

#rhink #rhink fic #h/c #writing calamity #prompted fic

[alfhildr-the-word-weaver]

I know it's a little belated, but I'm not ready to move on to Christmas music just yet personally. If you know any other good Thanksgiving-themed songs, please do tell me in the notes! I'm always looking to expand my holiday playlists and Thanksgiving is definitely the shortest on holiday-specific songs.

Edited to add, I know everybody says this, but please reblog for reach! I'm largely fishing for more songs to expand my Thanksgiving Playlist so the more people see this, hopefully the more suggestions I'll get. Also, even if it's not your all-time favorite thanksgiving song, you can still drop it in the notes :) Thanks, and happy belated Thanksgiving!

#Alice's Restaurant #Arlo Guthrie #Turkey in a Trash Can #Rhett and Link #Thanksgiving Song #Adam Sandler #Thanksgiving #holiday music #I do have more than three songs on my thanksgiving playlist but those are the only specifically thanksgiving themed ones #the rest is acoustic rock music because our radio station used to do acoustic thanksgivings and I miss it #plus a few generally fall-themed songs like Autumn Leaves by the Goo Goo Dolls #you can rec me fall songs too if you have good ones #but yeah this is a poll but it's also me asking for music recs #so please drop your suggestions! #honestly if I had to predict the poll outcomes I feel like Alice's Restaurant is probably going to sweep but I don't know #that's the thrill of a poll :)

[unhinged-nymph]

A personal prompt I have ruminated on for a while: Rhett and Link decide to get high together for the first time one evening. Of course they plan the whole thing out ahead of time, because that's what they do. Rhett gets so many snacks, Link makes multiple playlists, there are funny movies on standby, their wives are a phone call away if they need help - they did the research and they are ready.

But in their research, they didn't discover that weed can make you really really horny.

Just throwing that out there, since I tried to get them to talk about sex on edibles for Sextember.

Well great minds think alike because I sorta kinda already wrote this 😂

But still not exactly that. I love the idea of them both being like oh jeeze what a conundrum we’re in now cuz we’re feeling high and silly and really randy what are we gonna do about this 🤔

#someone should write it #and it can’t be me cuz my brain cells retired from writing lol #it was fun while it lasted #rhink #rhink fic #fic prompts #goog answers

[mythicalshipping]

It was not my birthday yesterday, but it may as well have been because OH. MY. GOD.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. 

*“All I Ever Wanted” by Basshunter starts playing*

Not spook twins ;-; FROM WATCHER ;-; 

LOOK AT THEM. LOOK AT THEM LOOKING AT EACH OTHER. 

Shane looking like an “omg I can’t believe we look so much alike” twin-but-not-actually-twin/long lost twin cinematic moment from the 90s. 

“Because we look so much alike,” as Ryan said, but you can tell how delighted they both were. Even Link with his lil’ clasped hands. 

IS SHANE’S ARM STILL AROUND RYAN?!?! It also looks like he has his hand on Ryan’s arm but that might not be the case because we CANNOT TELL WITH THE GIANT SHIP BLOCKING MICROPHONE IN THE WAY. 

Ah yes, two tall men. Two trees. Two gentle giants. Rhett with his beard out here looking like Van Gogh and Shane’s hair out here looking like a cloud from A Starry Night. 

Greatness recognizing greatness ;-; Look how excited Link is as well. Ryan is too just not in this screenshot lmao

Ryan and Shane’s faces on the table like, “Mr. Demille, I’m ready for my cloche up.”  (Also low-key wondering if Cali Boy Bergara and Midwest Madej have ever been referred to as “fellers.” XD) 

Shane holding his elbow ;-; Do Ryan’s lil’ feeties even touch the floor? (I say, standing over here at 5′1 lmao). 

Look at Shane’s FACE here, chin in hand, like he’s admiring Ryan across the table at a French coffee shop JFC. 

Link is baby ;-; I would honestly spontaneously combust if they were to do some sort of horror gaming ep together (maybe VR?) 

Link can’t handle Ryan’s AYS narration voice, and it’s hard to tell if Rhett is looking at Ryan or Link or both. HARD TO TELL WHERE TO LOOK WITH THAT MUCH HOTNESS ON SET LIKE DAMMMNNNN.

Ryan pausing before saying “but” and Link jumping slightly when he does ;-; So baby

We need “What?” counter for Link lmao XD

Shane is so charmed by Ryan wtf. I can’t. They aren’t being subtle about anything anymore. (I mean, why would they on GMM where a lack of subtlety is intricately woven into the show like a Mythical Store blanket?)

Link trying to get on an episode of Buzzfeed: True Cr*me and Rhett looking at Link like he’s on an episode of Southern Fried H*micide. 

(OMFG PLEASE KNOW I AM JOKING). 

Awww look how amused they are by lil’ Shaney over there ;-; 

(Also with how I took these screenshots, it low-key looks like Ryan and Shane are peeking over a wall and staring at the audience like “omg, they can see us?!?!”)

Ryan is also so amused by lil’ Shaney ;-; He cannot hide how much he cares about people in his life and he smiles like the sun how do people EVEN around him JFC...

Ryan fully having a “That’s So Raven” moment (”That’s So Ryan”, if you will). 

The way Shane looks at Ryan when he says this, and then quickly shifts his gaze to Rhett and Link. 

Ryan taking everyone to therapy. Hozier’s new song “Take Me To Therapy.” If “Let’s Talk About That” was a therapy-based talk show. Dr. Phil has nothing on Ryan Bergara. 

Oh look a Shane leg and a Ryan leg. <3 

Shane, don’t mention the multiverse to Rhett, or all of us are going to end up having a 45 minute existential crisis over here. 

Ryan and Link’s faces here though <3 11/10

A LINK AND RYAN HIGH FIVE ;-; 

Ryan getting to rile someone else for once. 

Link fully making the Kermit the Frog Scrunch Face in reply. 

Not Ryan and Shane teasing each other and Rhett and Link looking on longingly like “awww they’re just like us.” ;-; 

Awww Link being scared by the last story ;-; <3

HEH. *insert b*ner joke here*

Omg not Link playfully pretending to hit Ryan <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 

Tbh, the scariest part of this whole ep was Rhett saying this to Shane, knowing all of the things they eat on GMM...

Ryan is prepared to eat *ss and Rhett approves. 

Well, now we have a vague idea of what Shane would look like with black lipstick <3 

Lmao XD Link really said “Shane, what that mouth do.” 

I AM NOT CRYING YOU ARE CRYING ;-; 

#rhink #gmm rhink #gmm rhink 2265 #rhink shyan #gmm rhink watcher shyan

[asherlockstudy]

In search of a decent nap

It is very interesting that the latest video is coming around the time it’s been discussed that Rhett appears to be constantly on the verge of a panic attack. I wonder what the timing of this video’s filming is. Before or after GME?

“We took a decent nap” is Rhett’s commentary on himself. The well known fact that Link is an instant napper while Rhett struggles to fall asleep is here used conveniently for the allegory. In a way, it’s hardly an allegory. Rhett struggles to fall asleep because he can’t shut his mind easily.

Rhett cannot find rest and peace at work. He wants to but he fails again and again. His problem is big enough that Link agrees to accommodate him as much as possible and help him through it. Link confides in the viewers that the reason he wants Rhett to nap is so that he can nap “even harder”. As they try to make Rhett sleep, Rhett finds issues and obstacles compulsively. The most justifiable one of them is Link’s apparent expectation, who’s zooming in on him waiting when Rhett will finally take the nap. At one point, Rhett confesses that one of the reasons he keeps coming up with problems is that he is ashamed that he is a side / fetal sleeper and not sleeping straight on his back. He admits he fears people’s judgement. Link helps him to handle this too, he tries to cover him and make him look like he is sleeping on his back, but like every other strategy, it fails.

Link also brings him in contact with old men named Charles in hope that with their wisdom they can advise Rhett how to not have worries and nap peacefully. I can’t tell what the old men symbolise, if anything. It would make sense to associate them with Link’s father but I can not work around why it would be Charles indeed. Perhaps it’s not the case or it’s something that happened that we factually do not know at all.

Eventually Rhett has an epiphany; the problem had been that he tried to have entire control over the situation, trying to regulate all the circumstances and parameters and whatever could potentially go wrong. This would not help him ease his mind, he could not let go, feel free to allow sleep overtake him. Link approves of his realisation very gutturally.

They go to their office again, ready to try napping together (Link very excitedly). They lie down in the couches - Link falls asleep instantly as usual. Despite his epiphany and his willingness to try once more, Rhett again does not manage to relax and go to sleep. He realises he is not tired enough to want or to be ready for a nap.

As he’s lying there, he notices Link is drooling. He’s drooling more and more until it looks like it’s water spilling from his mouth. The water floods their office. Rhett is in panic, unable to regulate or stop the water spilling from Link’s mouth.

There is where the continuity becomes a little unclear because then we jump into a scene where Rhett is struggling in the water of their pool in the Creative House. It turns out that it all has been a Mythical set, where Rhett is being filmed fighting with all the tons of water spilled by Link, while Link himself is the very director of this whole project. Rhett protests that the whole thing (which is a mere practice there) is not well planned, not convincing enough and, most importantly, exhausting for him in particular.

Rhett makes an exit, asking for this to be thought over again. Despite being in the Creative House at first, he walks in a hall and gets back into their work office. He is very weary. There, exhausted, with no projects, no other people, theoretically no camera filming him, and also no Link, he is finally able to fall asleep.

…

So, like I said, I think it’s no coincidence this specific video comes so soon after GME. I really wonder whether this was scripted before or after it though.

It is also interesting to note that it is a recurring theme when Rhett fights waters. Here, in the cover of his Human Overboard album and even as Rex in the Lost Causes of Bleak Creek. His connection to the literary character is insinuated in this video in fact, when one of the old men miscalls Rhett as “Rex” and Rhett replies amused that he responds to this name as well. The guitar inexplicably flowing in the waters in the office might be a reference to Human Overboard.

#Rhett and link #rhink #Rhett McLaughlin #randl #R&L #R&L videos #mythical

[torreshalstead]

Marry Me

Summary - It was finally the day, the dresses were ready, the flowers were ready.  It was going to be perfect.  It was finally her wedding day and Kim couldn’t be more excited.

Adam wasn’t so excited.  He was about to watch the girl he loved marry someone else.  And it was breaking his heart.

Notes - This was inspired by the song 'Marry Me' - Thomas Rhett. It came to me today and I just had to write it. I apologise in advance for the angsty nature but I hope you enjoy. AO3 Link

Adam tugged roughly on his tie, attempting to loosen the feeling that it was tied too tightly around his neck.  Rationally he knew it wasn’t.  It was tied as tight as a tie normally was, but as he stood here in the back of the congregation, black suit, black tie, it felt stifling.  

The wedding wasn’t large, there were only a few rows of white chairs on each side.  Kim had wanted to save her father the cost of having a hugely extravagant wedding, it wasn’t about the cost anyway.  It was about marrying the man of her dreams.  Even with the small number of seats, all of them had been filled and with the addition of some additional plus ones, some people were even standing at the back.  The weather was perfect, the sun shining down on the patch of grass outside the ranch house, the white of the chairs contrasting beautifully against the green of the grass and the blue sky.  She tugged the curtain of the ranch house window back closed again and glanced around the room.  Her bridesmaids, which included her sister, a couple of her friends from work and her niece, Zoey, who was the lone flower girl, were just putting the finishing touches to their makeup and hair before they got dressed.

The dusky pink bridesmaid dresses hung on a rack at the back of the room, the colour chosen specifically to go with the magnolias that would grace both her and her bridal parties bouquets.  Everything was going to be perfect.

Zoey was going to be the first one down the aisle, and had a basket full of petals to spread as she walked.  She would be followed by Vanessa, the newest member of her friendship circle but the two had quickly bonded.  Hailey, her best friend, would be next and then her maid of honour and sister, Nicole would finish off the party before Kim would walk down.

Kim’s father was walking her down the aisle and she would shortly be surprising him in her dress.  Her mother and sister had come with her to select it and had decided to do a first look for her father just before he gave her away. She knew he was dreading this day, giving away his youngest daughter but even though he made a joke about it, she knew he was genuinely happy that she had found someone who treated her so well.

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Tugging again on his tie, Adam shifted from one foot to the other, it was too hot to be wearing a full suit in this weather but Kim had insisted that it be a jacket and tie occasion.  Raising his hand to feel in his breast pocket, he breathed a sigh of relief when his fingers brushed against the smooth metal of its occupant.

Ignoring the chatter and bustle of those around him, Adam was suddenly taken back to that night, all those years ago when everything had changed.

They had just closed a big human trafficking case, one that had taken them multiple weeks but the offenders were finally in custody, they had saved more than a dozen victims and their Sergeant had given them the rest of the evening off.  The whole unit had headed to Molly’s and the drinks were flowing.  Squeezed around a small table, Adam had ended up without a seat so he stood just behind and to the side of Kim.  The more they drank, the more he felt himself being pulled closer to her so when a few drinks later she leant herself against his chest, he let her.  

Hailey and Jay disappeared when Kevin announced he was buying shots and when Vanessa had given him a look, he and she had also made a swift exit.

Adam took the seat opposite Kim that Vanessa had just vacated.

‘Need me to call you a cab?’ he asked, noticing how Kim was swaying slightly on her stool.

She shook her head, ‘I’ll walk, it’s only a few blocks’.  Pushing herself up off the stool, she stood up.

‘Well I’m not letting you walk home alone,’ Adam said, ignoring her eye roll and matching her movements he followed her to the door.  Quickly reaching round her he pushed it open for Kim to walk through it.

‘Always the gentleman’ she said with a smile and patted him on the chest.  Adam blushed slightly at the contact.  The warmth of her hand remained there long after she pulled away.

The pair slowly ambled their way down Cortland, neither in a hurry to get anywhere.  Just enjoying the fresh air and being in each other's company.

When they reached the front door to Kim’s building, she had pulled him in for a tight hug and Adam let himself wrap his arms around her slim frame, trying to ignore the way they fitted together like pieces of a puzzle.  Loosening his hold and allowing her some space, she looked up at him, those big brown eyes glistening in the moonlight.  His eyes flitted down to her lips and then back up to her eyes.  This was going to be it, he was finally going to kiss her.

And yet he had pulled back, he had freaked out.  They had been friends for forever and although he knew how he felt about her, he always wondered if she had felt the same way.

The day she walked into the bullpen with a diamond ring on her left hand, he knew she didn’t.

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Reaching back into his pocket, he pulled out the metal flask which he had filled with whiskey this morning.  He knew he wouldn’t be able to get through this day without some sort of crutch.  Watching the woman he had loved for years, publicly pledge herself to another man.  Her father wasn’t the only one giving her away today.  He took a strong shot of whiskey from his flask and returned it to his pocket, he was sure he’d need another swig as soon as he saw her walk down the aisle.  He would have to try to make it through that without crying, he couldn’t have anyone see him tearful at a friend's wedding.  No one knew how he felt about Kim, and that was the way it would have to stay.

When the music started and the bridal party began walking down the aisle, Adam felt his features tighten as he tried to steal himself and keep a lid on his emotions.  Taking another shot from his flask he turned to look at the bridesmaids.  

Zoey looked adorable in her flower girl dress, a miniature replica of the dresses the adult bridesmaids were wearing.  He watched as Vanessa tried to keep herself steady in her heels that were threatening to sink into the grass.  She was no good in heels, even when they sent her undercover.  Hailey looked lovely, her blonde hair complimenting the colour of the pink dress perfectly, both her and Vanessa didn’t seem to notice him hiding out in the back.  Next, the maid of honour Nicole glided perfectly down the aisle.  Adam knew Kim had been worried that her sister would upstage her, she had never thought of herself as the most graceful woman but Adam knew differently.  He knew nothing and nobody would upstage Kim on this day.  On her day.  

Not their day, but hers.  

Adam knew it was always Kim’s dream to get married.  To have the white dress and the flowers, to have her grandfather preaching the service.  He knew that she wanted to get married.  She just didn’t want to get married to him.

The music changed and Adam knew it was the moment, the moment he had been dreading.  He turned to see Kim, arm in arm with her father, begin to slowly walk down the aisle.  His breath caught in his throat and his eyes brimmed with tears.  She was beautiful.  He always thought she was beautiful but this was something else.  If anyone asked him what the dress was like that she was wearing, he couldn’t have told them.  The only reason he knew her bouquet would be magnolias is because he knew it was her favourite flower.  His eyes were transfixed solely on her face.  She looked so happy.  He wasn’t sure he had ever seen her smile so wide.  Her eyes were filled with tears, but unlike the ones that Adam was holding back, he could see hers were of pure joy.  He clenched his fist  hard, his nails biting into his palm.  The sting in his hand gave him something to focus on that wasn’t the pain in his chest.  It provided him a modicum of relief but only for a moment.

He didn’t know how long it took for her to reach the altar, where her grandfather and fiancé were waiting, it was though time had stood still.  He saw the brown haired man whisper something to Kim and she smiled even larger than before.  The groom shook hands with her father, who handed over Kim’s hand.  As the service was read and the vows were exchanged, Adam found he was unable to take anything in.  The words being spoken were just floating past him in the wind.  He was preparing himself for what he knew was coming.

When her grandfather announced them as husband and wife and the pair locked lips in front of the crowd, Adam felt his heart shatter.

He had known this was coming, this was how weddings were.  They promised to love each other forever and then they kissed.  But it felt so final.  The girl he loved.  The girl he had been in love with for years had just married someone else.  The pain was unbearable.  He quickly grabbed his flask back out and took a large gulp as the congregation applauded the newly weds.  The whiskey burned the back of his throat but did nothing to assuage the pain radiating through his chest.  He had known this would hurt, hence the whiskey, but never did he think it would feel like this.

He had thought about going to find her before the ceremony, of telling her how he felt.  Getting it off of his chest.  But he couldn’t do it.  She was happy and he wasn’t going to mess that up, as much as it hurt him.  He would lay down his life for Kim, he had always known he would do that. So a broken heart seemed like a small price to pay for her happiness.

As the married couple broke apart and smiled at the crowd, the pain he was feeling turned to an ache, settling deep inside him.  He could see from the smile on her face and the look in her eyes that she was happy.  And that would be enough for him.  It had to be enough.

#burzek #burzek fanfic #one chicago #chicago pd fic #chicago pd #adam ruzek #kim burgess #kim burgess x adam ruzek #burzek fic #burzek fanfiction #one chicago fanfic #chicago pd fanfic #one chicago fic

[twistedboxy]

Based on @casperghosty tags on this post

I couldn't stop thinking about it so here is a short little story.

Coming off another Hello Fresh promotion, Link really wanted to surprise Rhett by making one of the recipes. He looked through the meals they received, finding one he liked. He chose chicken sausage cavatappi bolognese.

“I can do this. Should I follow the ingredients for 2 or 4? Probably four for either partial leftovers or my husband who loves food.” Link laughed to himself.

 He grabbed the needed ingredients and cooking utensils lining them all up on the counter. Setting up some music, Link starts with chopping up the vegetables. 

"Let's see zucchini and onion first." Link gives each a quick rinse and gets to cutting up the pieces. He reminds himself as he's chopping to keep his hand curled to reduce cutting his fingers. Once he finished the first step, the rest fell into place. 

As he finished splitting up the bowls, the door opened. A voice called out.

"I'm home. What smells so good?" Rhett asked as he walked into the kitchen.

"Dinner does. I did it all myself following the recipe card. I wanted to surprise you." Link replied.

Rhett hugged Link. "A fantastic surprise! Thank you!"

"Ready to eat?"

"Always." Rhett laughed.

#rhink #rhink fanfiction

[lallyloo]

did we just kiss?

When they looked back later, neither one could remember what the fight was even about.

Filming or meetings or an act that Link was tired of doing. A messy table or an overdue project or the way Link chewed every bite of his food so loudly and thoroughly that Rhett was ready to crawl out of his skin.

They honestly couldn’t remember.

But someone said something, and soon Link was mad. And he raised his voice. And Rhett got defensive and raised his back.

That made Link more frustrated. And Rhett did that maddening thing where he put up his hands in surrender, like Link was overreacting and Rhett was the calm one.

That only made Link angrier, which in turn made Rhett even smirkier.

And it continued that way until they’d argued themselves out.

Then Rhett caved, and Link caved a little too, and they came to some kind of compromise like they always did.

Link sighed, and went back to typing on his laptop.

And Rhett stretched, and picked up his backpack.

“I gotta get going. You’re not gonna stay all night are you?”

Link shook his head, turning away from his typing to look up at Rhett. “No, I’m just gonna finish this and then I’ll head out too..”

“Okay. You alright?”

“Yeah, you?”

Rhett nodded, “Yeah, I’m sorry.”

“Me too.”

“Okay.” Rhett leaned over and kissed him on the mouth. A quick smack. “Night, bo.”

“Night.”

Link turned back to his laptop, typing out a couple quick sentences as Rhett turned to leave, and the door closed with a click behind him.

After a moment, Link’s fingers stopped their typing.

And he looked up from his laptop, his eyes fixing on the wall in front of him.

Did they just..?

To his right, the office door clicked again, and Link turned slowly in his chair.

Rhett was standing in the doorway, his hand still on the doorknob, frozen.

“Did we just kiss?” Rhett whispered so quietly he was essentially just mouthing the words.

Speechless, Link nodded.

Rhett stepped into the room, looking like he’d just seen a ghost, and quietly shut the door behind him.

He fidgeted for a moment like he didn't quite know how to stand or where to put his hands. Finally, he clasped them in front of himself and spoke quietly, "Do you.. I mean.. Is this somethin’ we should talk about?”

Link tilted his head, thinking about it for a second.

“I don’t think we need to,” he shrugged, because if Link was honest with himself it didn’t feel weird at all. It felt pretty dang natural.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I'm not worried about it."

"Me neither." Rhett looked relieved, and they considered each other from across the room.

“You wanna..” Rhett opened his hands and closed them, questioningly. “Should we…”

“Make it a thing?”

“Yeah.”

“Sure.”

“Good.”

Rhett grinned as he jogged over and gave Link one more smacker right on the mouth.

"See you tomorrow.”

“See ya tomorrow, Rhett."

Link smiled and turned his attention back to his laptop, and Rhett practically skipped out the door.

#ask me stuff #kiss prompts 💋 #writing #writing exercise #my fic #thank you for the prompt! #becausethathappens 💕 #i'm sure this has been done before? #or something similar? #idk #rhink

[doddsmountain]

Tagged by @pettydisco and @sommerrev

Last song: Tough Decisions (A Whale is Gonna Die) by Rhett and Link

Favorite color: deep colours such as forest green, navy blue, burgundy, burnt orange, gold.

Currently watching: Good Mythical Morning

Last movie: Thor 4 More Thor (Love and Thunder)

Currently reading: rereading Men At Arms by Terry Pratchett for the billionth time.

Sweet/spicy/savory: Savoury. I like salty things.

Relationship status: Married and spoken for.

Current obsession: Disco Elysium

Last thing i googled: BC Curriculum

Currently working on: Getting ready to start the teaching part of my final Post-Bac practicum. I get to teach English! (And I failed English in high school - proof that your high school grades don't mean anything in the grand scheme of things!)

Tagging: whom ever wishes to do this :)

#little survey thing #used to do these all the time on Live Journal twenty years ago #we never bothered with tagging people back then we just did them lol