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Mo-Mo.........he's back.......Frat!Rhett is back and ready to wreak his horny vengeance on all mankind (lol). You can thank @callmemana for this one.
The Delta Tau's definitely have a dumbass in their midst and that dumbass is none other than Danny Kelso........of Point Place, Wisconsin (lol).
All the guys were down in Florida for Florida Fuckfest and Danny got so blacked out drunk and it led to him literally fucking the mailbox outside the vacation house. Rhett caught that shit on video and he hasn't ever let him live it down. Oh but the conversation between them the next morning?? Fucking priceless.
"M'sorry Rhett, I done thought it was a poosay."
"This!" (holds up Garfield) "This is a poosay! NOT THE MAILBOX KELSO!!!"
I can’t believe frat!Rhett got lost in my inbox! I love these wild boys and their one collective brain cell 😂😂
Thank God they have Rhett to be their voice of reason 😂
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I always say that I'm inconsistent, but if anything, especially with my casual everyday outfits I am VERY consistent, cuz tell me why the current outfit I'm wearing is literally the same outfit but different font to the one I wore on my first day of high school... Which was in fall 2019...
Also, I unfortunately do not dress goth everyday (I do NOT have the energy or time for that), my daily wear consists of snapbacks/bandanas, graphic tees, baggy pants and a pair of white adidas, think of a crossover between a frat bro, skater dude and nerd/geek, with normally darker undertones
So sometimes I look like a numetal kid, sometimes I look like one of those douchey highschool jocks turned frat bro, sometimes I look like an early 2000s movies main character's edgy older brother and sometimes I look like Rhett from the Rhett & Link, Geek vs. Nerd music video.
In conclusion, my tastes haven't changed a bit since I was 15
[also for reference]
high-school outfit: starwars graphic tee, orange camo cargo pants, white adidas and silver jewelry
current outfit: more subtle starwars graphic tee, jean cargo pants with added fabric and pockets from past orange camo pants (diy), white adidas and silver jewelry
#milo mango time :>#alt fashion#fashion#personal style#street wear#street style#skater fashion#nerd culture#nerd fashion#goth#goth fashion#rhett and link#Gmm#good mythical morning#geek#geek fashion#frat bro#douche#jock#some thoughts#self analysis#fashion analysis#early 2000s nostalgia
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SunlightMurdock’s Spook Week 🎃
Writing for: canon Bradley Bradshaw and Jake Seresin as well as any of my variants so far mentioned in series’ or blurbs, as well as Rhett Abbott and Tyler Owens
* No longer taking requests at this time *
Pick from prompt from either the:
Standard Halloween list
Spooky list
Cozy list
or; ask a question about one of the guys!
Please send all requests with your prompt + person / pairing + the vibe of your choosing (can be cozy, spooky or sexy regardless of which list you picked from). FIC KEY:
🎃 = fics containing spooky subjects
🌶️ = fics containing smut
🍂 = fics that were requested!
* please still read all warnings before engaging.
All drabbles / blurbs / ficlets will be posted from Thursday 24th October to Thursday 31st October, and will be posted under the tag #spookweek.
currently scheduled:
handing out candy with firefighter bradley
bonfire night (at the frat house) with MFIY bradley
having a halloween party with Jake and Apollo 🌶️
getting lost in the woods with Rhett Abbott 🎃
cuddling under a blanket and lazy days in with Jake 🍂
summoning a demon with Jake ���🍂
comforting the scaredy cat amongst them with dbf!Jake & mechanic!bradley 🍂🌶️
‘wearing a flannel shirt’ with Bradley Bradshaw 🌶️🍂
going to a carnival / fair with Rhett Abbott🍂
Log cabin + sharing blankets + cuddling under blankets with Jake Seresin 🌶️🍂
‘stop squirming, you’re going to ruin your face paint!’ with Rhett Abbott🍂
bear hugs with Tyler Owens 🌶️🍂
thunderstorms and pillow forts with Bradley & Bambi🍂
pillow forts with Sub Rosa Rooster and Lil Kazansky 🍂
"you're like the toughest person i know! am i really supposed to believe that a horror film is enough to have you cowering into my lap?" with Bradley Bradshaw 🍂
cozy bonfire with Rhett Abbott 🍂
Get lost in the woods at night with Tyler Owens 🎃🍂
Carving pumpkins with dilf Bradley
Decorating for Halloween with ff Bradley
Thunderstorms + cold hands with sugar daddy Jake 🌶️
Exploring an abandoned hospital with Aeterna Jake and Bradley 🌶️🍂
“i love you, i swear i do, but we're not wearing matching costumes." with dilf Bradley 🌶️🍂
scary movie marathon + flannel shirts with bradley 🌶️🍂
Questions!
some of your OCs fears and phobias with Aeterna Jake and Bradley
dividers by @issysh3ll 🧡
#spookweek#bradley bradshaw#bradley rooster bradshaw#writing prompts#writing event#Jake Seresin#Jake hangman Seresin#Rhett Abbott#Tyler Owens#bradley bradshaw smut#rooster bradshaw imagine
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[Hey! You! This post has now been expanded into a fic called “The Boy in the Woods.” Please enjoy. Thank you.]
I keep thinking about the best friend haul, and Rhett saying it was "found near a creek in 1984," and the supernatural Link theme, and it's giving me Bridge to Terabithia vibes like what if instead of meeting in first grade Rhett actually went wandering in the woods at age seven and found this shaggy-haired boy-thing by a creek and ran back home and brought it his old sneakers and clothes, and showed it his wrestling action figures, and taught it to speak. Its name is Link. Imagine the first time he introduced it to bubblegum, and fresh popped popcorn, and Twinkies. It lives almost exclusively on a diet of Reese's peanut butter cups. Imagine the first time Rhett gives it a haircut, and brushes its hair back from its face, and its proud little smile when Rhett says it looks handsome. Rhett brings it a coloring book full of mythical beasts from school, and somehow it already knows all the animals. There are things that live in the forest that it is afraid of. Rhett has never seen them, doesn't even know if they're real, but it draws their pictures over and over. To make them seem less scary, Rhett names them The Randler -- for R and L, Rhett and Link, he shows Link when he's teaching him how to write.
Everyone thinks Rhett has an imaginary friend till he's way older than he should, till Rhett actually starts bringing Link around, telling people he's from a different town, he goes to a different school. Link always says something weird, doesn't really get the whole people thing at first, but Rhett covers for him. They spend every day together. The boy grows almost as tall as he does.
It almost kills Rhett when he graduates high school and realizes he's going to have to move away from the boy in the woods. Freshman year, at least the days he can't sneak Link into the dorm, is hell. So he comes up with a plan: They'll get an apartment. They'll get Link a job. Link starts doing Rhett's homework with him, and it turns out Link is brilliant. He can play a bunch of instruments -- the trumpet, the shruti box, he even makes the recorder sound good. There is a pit of guilt in Rhett's stomach that he never thought about Link needing to go to school.
So he makes up a fake diploma, some fake credentials, and he gets Link enrolled in college with him. They go to a frat party for the first time together, shotgun their first beers. Link is a total lightweight, he falls in love when he's tipsy and cries when he's drunk. Rhett has to wrap him up tight in his comforter when they get home. Their apartment comes with a battered old set of pots and pans left behind by the last roommates, and Rhett learns to cook while Link watches. Link mostly learns to use the microwave. Link can take twice the courseload, finishes in half the time, so they can graduate together. They make a plan to move to a bigger city. They go on double-dates together, and Link even starts to like a girl. Rhett feels a pit of something else in his stomach he doesn't know how to name.
Everything is going great, Rhett thinks, everything is going according to plan. But some nights he wakes up and peeks into Link's room and Link isn't there. The first times it happens, Rhett calls his name in a whisper, looks around the whole apartment and turns on all the lights, but he can't find him. In the morning Link is back in the kitchen eating cereal, where he should be.
The next few times Link disappears, Rhett goes further than the apartment, out into the dark, walking around their neighborhood with a flashlight at first, and then with no light at all, still whisper-calling Link's name. Link always comes back by the morning. Rhett starts to notice that on the nights when Link doesn't disappear, he doesn't really sleep either. Rhett sometimes stands by his bedroom door to hear him tossing and turning, humming songs to himself. Rhett learns to navigate their streets by moonlight, stops whispering Link's name into the empty humid night air, just walks in the quiet darkness between the street lights, trying not trip over the uneven pavement cracks, looking for his friend.
He tries to imagine what Link is doing, sometimes, while he walks. At first he thinks maybe out with a girl that he doesn't want to tell Rhett about, but then that seems unlikely, Link seems as devoted to his girlfriend as ever. Then he thinks maybe getting into trouble, out at some bar or bent over some pool table, some group of assholes goading him to snort a line or to bet on the corner pocket, all the people who might take advantage of someone like Link, who still doesn't really understand people, still doesn't really understand what it means not to be entirely honest. But mostly Rhett pictures Link wandering the neighborhood just like he is, sweating on warm nights and wrapping his arms around himself on cold, under the dark black sky. It's blanker than the sky where they grew up, the orange lights along the big-town streets block out all the stars.
In fact he imagines when he finally finds Link, one of these nights, he'll grab him by the shoulders and say "What are you doing, man?" and then walk him home, and that'll be the end of it.
But what actually happens is one night he makes a left turn, and takes a walk through the park. Or at least, their little city calls it a park -- really it's nothing more than a playground and a glorified patch of unkempt trees, the last refuge of suburban deer. Rhett walks past the swingset and the slide, onto the little path into the wooded area, idly dragging his hands along the overhanging branches and leaves. And then he sees him. Link, in his little nest of soft grass and dirt, sleeping soundly.
Rhett gulps down some feeling, swallows it hard, and turns to walk quickly back home.
But he goes back the next few nights, just to watch. Link sleeps at the bases of trees, curled up in the roots, a little smile on his face. Rhett starts to notice how many fallen leaves he tracks into the apartment. The chunks of dirt that fall powder dry off his shoes when he stomps his feet at the door. How when they're out in the city, his hands are shaky. He startles back at every close-passing car. At night, asleep in his own private forest, the moonlight glitters off of his dark hair, which he's been growing long again.
Rhett remembers that first haircut, the way Link looked with his hair swept back from his forehead, clipped uneven by Rhett's mom's stolen kitchen scissors. The way Link delighted in food with crinkling cellophane wrappers. How happy he seemed not to be alone anymore in the woods, where the Randlers could get him. When Rhett brought his sleeping bag and called it "camping" to his brother and spent the night, Link curled against Rhett's side, putting Rhett's body between him and the quiet empty night. A funny thing was, over the years, Link had learned to cut Rhett's hair too, and their friends', he really enjoyed it. He had hands that fluttered gently around Rhett's face, soft fingertips that brushed the little bits of hair from the back of Rhett's neck. He always stood Rhett in front of the bathroom mirror afterward, to make sure Rhett liked it, and Rhett always looked at the reflection of Link's hopeful, happy face behind him. That first haircut, Rhett had snuck a shaving mirror from his parents' house too, and stashed it in his backpack. He remembered how proud Link looked when he saw his own face. But he also remembered afterward, Link's hands coming up out of habit to tug at the hair, now gone. Rhett had always pushed his hands down, told him, "Stop doing that, it makes you look weird."
Now he sits and watches Link, asleep in the grass and the rustling leaves. It's getting late into the fall, and here in the park, Rhett notices for the first time, away from the lights, up through the baring branches, you can see more of the stars. Asleep like this, Link's face is boyish and peaceful. His hair is a mess, there are twigs in it, the shaggy back of his head all ruffled from sleep. It makes little wings where it curls down over his ears. That was the first thing Rhett with his kitchen scissors had clipped away. And Rhett thinks to himself: What have I done?
#uh#anyway yeah i keep thinking about that#wrote a whole fic i guess#now i gotta give it the rhett hate tag#rhett hate#do i have a tag for magical link?#guess i do now#even more fictional than usual#link neal#rhett mclaughlin
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You Shouldn't Kiss Me Like This.... (Rhett Abbott x Reader)
Fandom: Outer Range, Rhett Abbott, f!reader Summary: You and Rhett have a unique friendship. Every time you go out with a group, you end up getting drunk, dancing, and making out with him only to then wind up going home with other people. But what happens when Rhett asks you to dance before either of you has had a drink.... Word Count: 3744 TW: Fluff, Kissing, Love Confession, Drinking, Mentions of drunk making out, Mentions of drunk dancing, Language Notes: For @ohtobeleah's Galentine's Day Special based on "You Shouldn't Kiss Me Like This" by Toby Keith (RIP 😔💗)
Despite the relatively early hour, the bar was busier than usual even for a Saturday night. You had forgotten there was some big sports thing that weekend the next town over so the overabundance of unfamiliar faces blending into the sea of regulars was a bit of a shock when you first arrived with your friends but—miraculously—the six of you managed to stake your claim on a table not too far from where you usually sat.
However, you had struggled to squeeze through the crowd and since everyone else was already sitting when you finally caught up, it was unanimously decided you should fight your way back up to the bar to get the first round of drinks. You put up a brief mock protest before surrendering to the peer pressure, but secretly, you didn’t mind. It gave you a chance to scope out the space and see if any of the out-of-towners caught your eye. Your town wasn’t small per se, but even in a medium-sized pond, there were only so many fish. So when there was a chance at some fresh blood, why not take advantage?
What seemed like an eternity later, you pushed your way back to your friends and practically threw the beers onto the table before collapsing into the booth. While you had enjoyed watching all the new potential hookups around you, you had also been relentlessly jostled, had beer spilled on your boots, and had three separate guys grab your ass before claiming it was an “accident” due to the crowd. And all just to get a crappy $7 beer. Ridiculous.
As you took your first drink, you finally realized only five people were sitting around the table instead of six. Nudging Parker who was sitting next to you, you leaned over and shouted above the music, “Where’d Rhett go?”
She shrugged dismissively, her attention locked on some douchy-looking frat bro eye-fucking her from a few tables away. “I don’t know. He said something about going to help you with the drinks or something.”
“Well, I never saw him.”
“He’s a big boy. He’ll find his way back. Or not.” She pointed at the frat bro, signaling the end of her interest in your questions. “What do you think about him?”
Without glancing back over, you deadpanned, “I think if you let him even touch you, you should get tested in the morning.”
She rolled her eyes at you before sitting up straighter as she bit her lip and coyly waved at the frat bro, clearly dismissing you.
You caught Alec’s eye over the top of Parker’s head and you both tried to suppress a chuckle. Parker infamously made the worst choices when it came to men and she only dug her claws in deeper when any of you tried to talk her out of them, so it was better to just let her do whatever she was going to do and help her deal with the consequences afterward.
Relaxing back in your seat, you took another long drink from your beer. It was now almost half empty and just the thought of wading back through the crowd for another one made you internally groan. Though you could probably convince Alec to go since you got the first round but that would involv–
Your internal conversation was cut off as you spotted Rhett pushing his way through the crowd towards the table. Sitting up, you smiled at him. “Oh, there you are. I thought you might have gotten trampled by the mob of people or something. Your beer’s getting war–”
“Come dance with me.”
You were taken aback as he thrust out his hand to help you up from the table.
It was a given at this point that by the end of the night, you and Rhett would end up hammered, uninhibited, and viciously making out in the middle of the dance floor. It’s what happened every time you went to the bar: You’d both drink, you’d both dance together, you’d both get all hot and bothered, and you’d both find someone else to take you home for the night. It was a strange system but it worked. Parker once joked that you were each other’s fluffers, just getting things ready for your real targets for the night. And while you would prefer to phrase it somewhat more tastefully, she wasn’t exactly wrong. Plus, you had found that a lot of guys (and girls in Rhett’s case) loved watching you making out with someone else, rubbing your body all over theirs, just for you to go home with them instead. It seemed as if the two of you weren’t the only ones getting fluffed in this situation.
However, neither you nor Rhett ever stepped foot on the dance floor until you’d finished at least three or four beers. He was fairly shy and reserved when sober and you both were very self-conscious of your dancing before getting at least slightly buzzed. Yet you were currently only halfway through beer number one and his first beer still sat unopened on the table next to you. Rhett might have pre-gamed on his own before you, Tara, and Spencer picked him up, but he seemed completely sober so you couldn’t imagine what he was thinking.
“I–but we–I mean…”
Rhett smiled as he leaned in close to be heard over the music. “It’s just a dance, sweetheart. It ain’t anythin’ we don’t do every week.”
“Bu-but what about our drinks?”
“I’m sure Parker—” he took one glance at your friend sitting next to you still making “do-me” eyes at the frat boy and corrected his statement “—Tara wouldn’t mind keepin’ an eye on ‘em.”
“You two go,” Tara said, smiling from where she was sitting with Spencer’s arm draped across her shoulders. “Your drinks will still be here when you get back.”
“Well…maybe,” Spencer muttered just loud enough to be heard over the music as he eyed Rhett’s untouched beer.
Tara elbowed her boyfriend with a scowl before turning back to you and gesturing for you to go. Still confused about the change in your routine, you took Rhett’s hand and let him help you to your feet. As he led you towards the dance floor, you turned your head just in time to see Tara and Spencer laughing and shaking their heads as they watched the two of you leave. Then Spencer reached for Rhett’s beer but Tara slapped his hand away.
You knew your friends didn’t understand this weird arrangement you and Rhett had fallen into—hell, it barely made sense to you. They were all convinced as they watched you week after week that the two of you were falling in love. They never believed you’re just friends having a little drunken fun.
Not that you hadn’t ever considered Rhett as a potential love connection. The first night you met him, that was where you thought things were headed. He had finally had enough of his toxic home life back in Wyoming and was looking for a fresh start somewhere new. So when a contact from his time bull-riding who lived in town offered him a job, he jumped at the opportunity.
You met him a few days later in this very bar when you saw him sitting all alone in the back corner. Of course, you noticed his classic-cowboy good looks, but what really caught your eye was how nervous and shy he seemed, his eyes mostly trained on the beer in front of him except when they occasionally shifted around the bar uncertainly. It wasn’t as if he were scared of someone seeing him or that he was on the run from something. No. He looked like a kid on his first day of school who wasn’t sure of where to sit at lunch.
So, you had gone and sat down at his table with two beers and a friendly smile. It took quite a bit of patience and coaxing, but Rhett eventually began to open up to you. Then, just as you were going to make the move to his side of the booth, your friends found you and asked for an introduction. By the end of the night, Rhett had slipped naturally into the gang and it felt weird pursuing him in any romantic way after that. After all, you could see how much he needed a support system in this new town and you didn’t want to take that from him for a one-night fling.
Which was why when you found yourselves sloppily making out in the middle of the dance floor a few weeks later and he just brushed it off like it was nothing, you didn’t push it or question it. And when it happened again, and again, and again, it just felt like a routine or a tradition and you never looked deeper into it.
But now Rhett had suddenly changed things up and you still had no idea why.
Once you reached the dance floor, Rhett pulled you in close and the two of you began to dance. There were so many people around you that you couldn’t move more than a few inches in any direction, but since you usually just rubbed against each other while making out, it shouldn’t have been an issue. However, without the usual buzz from the drinks, you were way too in your head about every move you made. Your usual fluid, natural movements felt stiff and robotic, and all you could think about was where Rhett’s hands were or what part of him was pressed against you at any given time. It was a disaster.
The song ended and a soft, melodic tune began to play. Slow songs were pretty rare but they were always the perfect opportunity for another drink, and boy did you need one. You turned to brave the crowd around the bar once more, however, Rhett’s fingers slipped into yours and he spun you back into his arms.
A half grin pulled at the corner of his mouth as he saw your surprised face and he asked, “You rushin’ off already? We just got out here.”
“In case I’m the only one who has noticed, I’m not really feeling this right now. And besides, we don’t do slow dances.”
“Tonight we do.” He must have seen the hesitation still on your face because he squeezed your hand. “Come on. You can tough it out for one song, then they’ll play somethin’ fast we can move to and you’ll get into the flow of it. Otherwise, you’ll just be waitin’ in that line for the rest of the night.”
Even pressed against him and over the softer melody of the slow music, the deep timbre of his voice was still difficult to hear but you knew he was right. By the time you made it through the crowd of people to reach the bar for another drink, many upbeat songs would have passed and there was a good chance you’d be ticked off by your waiting experience just like the first time. Instead, you could just stick it out here with Rhett and you’d be back to your usual dancing in mere minutes. And he was probably right. Given a few more songs, you’d probably figure out this sober dancing thing and actually enjoy yourself. So, somewhat reluctantly, you nodded to signal you’d stay.
Apparently, many of the people around you had the same thought you originally did because the crowds around you began to thin out giving you and Rhett a little more room to maneuver. The two of you were swaying together slowly and you have to admit it’s a nice change from your usual high-energy grinding.
Then as the music began to swell, he surprised you by spinning you out and when you twirled back into him, Rhett placed his hand on the center of your back and pulled you tight until you were pressed firmly against his chest. You looked up–unsure of what he was doing–just as his other hand brushed across your cheek to settle on the nape of your neck. One of the colored lights flashed across his face, illuminating the intensity deep within his eyes as he stared at you, and you felt your heart skip a beat as time seemed to freeze around you.
But that was silly. This was Rhett. You shouldn’t feel this fluttering in your chest or tingling where his skin brushed yours. He was your good friend, someone you had made out with every week and barely gave it a second thought. So why was there this different feel about him tonight? Why couldn't you take your eyes off his lips, why was your head spinning, and why were your knees growing weak? And why didn’t you want it to stop?
Then, using the hand on the back of your neck to tilt your head, Rhett’s lips were suddenly on yours.
Electricity shot right through you as every nerve in your body seemed to light up at once. It felt like you had just jammed a fork into an electrical socket but in the best of ways. This was unlike any kiss you had ever shared with Rhett—with anyone—before. Usually, your kisses with Rhett were drunken, and sloppy, and uncoordinated. But this…Rhett was as sober as you ever see him, and every curl of his lips, every swipe of his tongue, it all felt so fluid, almost choreographed. As if he had planned for this moment for ages.
Your eyes drifted closed as you let yourself sink deeper into his embrace. You could no longer tell if you were standing still or spinning around and around and around as a dizzying fog enveloped your mind. For a few seconds, you didn’t even know where you were at. All that existed was you and Rhett and the kiss.
But then you shifted, the top of your head bumping into the brim of his hat almost knocking it off, and the spell was broken. Rhett pulled away, fixing his hat, and leaving you clinging to him for support as the world came rushing back to you. The slow song was still playing and crowds of people around you still occasionally bumped into you as they danced, And yet, from the moment Rhett’s lips touched yours, everything had changed.
But had he felt it too?
With your face still just a few inches away from his, you chuckled softly. “You know, you really shouldn’t kiss me like this.”
“An’ why’s that?”
“You might give a girl the wrong impression. Make her start thinking lots of crazy things.”
For a moment, he didn’t respond. He just gave you that same intense stare he had just before the kiss and you felt your heart begin to speed up once more. Then, in a voice you could only just make out over the music, he asked, “What if that’s the point? What if I’m tired of waitin’ for her to figure out how I feel?”
All the air was sucked out of your lungs as his revelation drove into your chest like a fist. “Rhett…”
“No…No…” Before you could process what he was saying, he shook his head and stepped back, letting his hands fall to his sides as he released his hold on you. “’m sorry. I shouldn’t—I’m doin’ this all wrong. But I couldn’t take another week of you wrapped in my arms, your lips on mine, just to then watch you go home with someone else. I just…I just wanted you to know. ‘m sorry.”
He started to hurry off the dance floor but this time it was your turn to grab his arm to stop him from leaving. His eyes flickered up to yours and you saw that all the confidence and certainty that had been there before had been extinguished, leaving only fear behind. You knew it was the same fear you were feeling right now: fear of this changing everything; fear of this ruining your friendship; fear of what came next.
Sliding your hand into his and linking your fingers, you muttered, “Come here” before leading him off the dance floor and back towards the rear of the building. There was a separate concert area back there that they only opened for shows so you knew it was one of the few places in the bar that would give you some semblance of privacy.
Once there, you ducked into the empty space and shut the door. You could still feel the vibrations from the music and hear the dull thumping, but it wasn’t as overwhelming as it had been before. In here, at least you and Rhett wouldn’t need to shout to be heard.
Now that you were alone, neither one of you seemed to know what to say or how to start. You both shifted slightly as you glanced at each other. Finally, Rhett rubbed the back of his neck and said, “Listen, can we just forget any of that happened? I don’t want things to be weird between us and ‘m sorry if—”
“No, I’m sorry,” you said, cutting him off. “I was just a little surprised by that kiss and what I said didn’t come out right. But what I should have said, what I meant to say—” you stepped forward until you were brushing up against him, placing your hands on his chest. “—was ‘you shouldn’t kiss me like this…unless you mean it like that’.”
Rhett’s long eyelashes fluttered several times in quick succession and you saw his Adam’s apple bob wildly out of the corner of your eye. Licking his lips, he hesitated for another moment then asked, “And if I do? If I–If I mean it like that?”
Leaning forward, you whispered, “If you do, then, baby, kiss me again.”
The moment that his lips touched yours, the world once again fell away. If anything, now that you were returning his kiss with the same tenderness and enthusiasm, it was even more intoxicating than the kiss on the dance floor and you never wanted it to end.
Both of Rhett’s large, calloused hands slid up to cup your face, his thumb softly rubbing back and forth across your cheekbone. He used this leverage to drive you back a few steps and you soon felt your back bump against the wall. He pressed closer, sandwiching you between the cold, rough concrete and his warm, firm body. Another spark of electricity shot through you and you wondered if he felt it too as you felt the growing bulge in his pants jerk against your hip.
Through the haze of the kiss, you briefly considered how far you should let this go. A small part of you wanted to undo his belt right this second and drop to your knees before him, or to slide down your jeans and let him pound into you against this wall. After all, the two of you were still alone and no one would see you. However, the bigger part of you knew no matter how amazing you felt at this moment, this was all very new and you shouldn’t rush things. You and Rhett still needed to figure out what this meant for the two of you moving forward, and adding sex right now would just make things even more complicated.
Rhett must have come to the same conclusion because he shifted his hips so they were no longer pressed against you. Then he reluctantly pulled his lips off of yours. His hands slid off your face onto the wall behind you, one braced on either side of your head as both of you stared at one another panting as you tried to catch your breath. All you could do was look at Rhett’s lips and imagine them pressed against yours once more. And from how he stared at you, a hunger pulsing in his blue eyes, you felt he was thinking the same thing.
“Why didn’t you do that sooner?” you whispered.
“I wanted to since that first night we met. When I saw how kind, and funny, and incredible you were, I was smitten. But then the rest of the gang showed up and for the first time in a long time, I felt accepted. I was afraid makin’ a move on you would ruin all a that and I figured havin’ you as a friend was better than not havin’ you in my life at all. For a while, I settled for our dances and kisses, but I finally realized I didn’t want to be just your friend anymore. So, I took a chance.”
“I’m glad you did because I felt the same way.”
Rhett grinned. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” You leaned forward and pressed a kiss into his cheek. “Thank you for being the brave one.”
Rhett’s cheeks grew red in the dim light but he nodded as he let his hands fall from the wall behind you. Standing up straight, he glanced over his shoulder. “Um, I guess we should probably get back before we get in trouble for bein’ back here.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right. Besides, I wouldn’t be surprised if Tara’s sent Spencer out to find us yet.” You pushed off the wall, but as Rhett started to open the door, you stopped him. “Rhett…what happens now? Where do we go from here?”
He thought for a moment before a sly grin spread across his face. Walking up to you, he plucked his cowboy hat off his head and placed it on top of yours, pulling the brim down low over your brow.
Since the night you met him, you had never seen Rhett let a single person wear his hat, let alone touch it. So for him to give it to you, even temporarily…
You squeezed his hand tightly as you gazed into his eyes, loving what you saw reflected there. “How do I look?”
“Damn, sweetheart, looks like it was made for you,” Rhett’s voice was thicker than normal as he stared at you. “I shouldda given it to you the night we met, as soon as you sat down at my table with that smile and a beer.”
Now it was your turn to feel the blood rushing to your cheeks. Glancing shyly at the floor, you asked, “I love it, but I’m not really sure how this answers my question about us?”
“What do you know about Cowboy Law?”
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I am a newer Mythical Beast. My first exposure was a clip of Link trying desperately to make a whoopie cushion work in a mounties hat on Try Not to Laugh. Since then, I fell in love. Watching previous seasons has been a little difficult for me. My Rhett and Link are comfortable with each other, always in each other's space, and have definitely been to therapy. Earlier seasons are stressful seeing how hard they are trying to make sure you know they aren't gay. Any touching is weird and Rhett acts like a frat boy. I have finally gotten to post COVID rewatch and there was a 100% shift during quarantine. I'm not sure what happened, but Rhett was more comfortable with himself and Link , and Link seems to have come into his own. I love my Rhett and Link, but I feel like younger Rhett and link need a hug and to know it will work itself out.
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Courtesy of @bewitchedgraveyardbaby
Hear me out.
Frat boy!Rhett….
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Liz dare I say I come bearing a Frat!Rhett Abbott thought??
Rhett was not only the president of a college frat, but also that Bob Floyd, Kayce Dutton and Tyler Owens were also his right hand men (lol).
Hey, Mary! I'm actually not too familiar with Rhett tbh I tried watching Outer Range, but I just couldn't get into it lol
@attapullman @bobgasm @sorchathered can we confirm?
#answered#beloved mutuals#i'm not really into lewis pullman like that ngl#i think he'd be fun to hang out with#but he's not my cup of tea and I know people are going to crucify me for saying that lol#nothing against the guy at all#he's just not exactly my yum?#not a yuck either but yeah
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Sarah I apologize for this being so sudden, the frat boy shenanigans have struck again (lol).
-I should've touched on it earlier, but it must be known that in 1985, Thomas Rainwater helped lead the "great tee-pee" wars against the Alpha Betas. The boys literally bought four pallets of toilet paper from Costco and used it to tee-pee the Alpha Beta house. It was also his idea to get the guys in full war paint and do the Tusken Raider yells
-The guys woke up one winter morning to find a bison.......a fucking BISON......grazing in their front yard. They promptly turned and went back in the house
-Royal found a pair of dachshunds, a male and a female, in a box on the sidewalk one day. He took'em back after nobody had claimed them and they officially became the "frat dogs". The male was named Buster and the female became "Weezy". John got the idea to name her both after the mom from The Jeffersons and because she had a slight wheeze whenever she coughed. They were the best house mascots EVER so imagine their surprise when Royal looked at their spot under the stairs one morning and saw that Weezy had puppies
-These guys have seen all the original Star Wars movies. They had the same collection of VHS tapes and those were ones that they almost wore out. They know The Empire Strikes Back line for line
-If you're familiar with "Revenge Of The Nerds", the Delta Taus in this era had their own version of Ogre. This guy though? This guy's name was "Tank", a refrigerator sized manimal native to the great state of Maine. His son "Moose" ended up joining the Delta Taus when Rhett Abbott, Kayce Dutton and Bob Floyd were all a part of it. Like father, like son
-The guys had their own version of the Bene Gesserit "Litany Against Fear". They called it "The Litany For Beer", recited by every Delta Tau before a rager
-The guys were still very much at war with the Alpha Betas who seriously were more trouble than they were worth. John, Royal, Wayne and Thomas decided they had to do something after those assholes tore up the flower beds that they had helped their art history professor plant after she moved into her house. One of their neighbors who lived off campus was a very, very salty Vietnam vet who basically taught them everything they needed to know. He helped them rig up a giant hole, rope and net snares (nothing that would hurt'em of course) and a whole bunch of other stuff. The professor gave the entire Delta Tau fraternity straight As for the entire semester
Girl I’m dyingggg, a freaking bison?! I want to be apart of this universe so bad I can’t even tell you how much I cackle over these stories!!
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Mo-Mo I know I shouldn't apologize for this but I've gotta share this with you or else it's gonna keep bugging me (lol).
Might I offer some Frat Boy Rhett thoughts/thots??
-Rhett is the president of the Delta Tau Epsilon frat at one of the colleges up in Montana. Kayce Dutton is his right hand man so whenever Rhett's out of the house Kayce's in charge.
-The house has to be routinely fixed because of the crazy Friday night ragers. The boys have all become somewhat experts in home repair but it does get annoying after a while. One of their neighbors is a salty old Army vet who's basically like a second grandpa to them and he always lets them borrow his tools. Five times before, he helped the boys fix up the house and five times the boys helped him in return.
-If Rhett's the president, you're his First Lady. Everybody in the house literally rises and stands at attention when you walk in the room. One time somebody from the rich boy frat tried to hit on you and Rhett wasn't having it. Word got around the house fast and the pledges decided that they were not only gonna prove themselves worthy of being Delta Taus, but that they were gonna take on the challenge without being asked. They literally staked out for three days in full camo gear and came running back to the Delta house with every last member of the rich boy frat, hog tied and ready for a taste of their own medicine. The following weekend, Rhett and the boys held a toga party for'em and the pledges got to pick their own walk-out music when they went on stage.
-The guys had to look at video evidence from the people that were the designated drivers at one of their ragers. Rhett was freaking the fuck out when he couldn't find your panties but calmed down when he found them on the turtle tank. Kayce even got it on video of Speedy, one of the turtles handing Rhett the pair of underwear in his mouth (lol).
Mo-Mo, I really hope you get a good laugh outta this, I know it's not an AU for everybody but those photos of Lewis in The Line have me wanting to write for Frat!Rhett soooooo bad (lol).
FRAT RHETT (Fratt ifyou will) MARY WE NEVER TALK ABOUT FRAT RHETTT
Omg, I am loving the Yellowstone crossover!! I feel it deep in my bones that Rhett and Kayce would actually be good friends, such similar my-brother-is-an-ass younger brother vibes.
I AM GIDDY AT ALL OF THIS!! All the little pieces of lore! I am CACKLING at them hog tying another frat, that is literally so funny and feels so frat!Rhett - ain't no one messing with his property.
SPEEDY WITH THE PANTIES!!
Oh, Mary, I had such a joyful wonderful time reading this!! Thank you for gracing us with your wonderful brain!
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Sebbie my love?? I am absolutely buzzing with a thought for Rhett. It cooled right off over here and it's starting to feel like fall even though it's only August (lol).
It's the height off fall so everything smells of mulling spices, apples, blood oranges and pumpkins. You and Rhett finally have some time to yourselves so you begin to spend alot of time in the book barn with Amy who's at the age where she's begging Rhett to read to her. She's spent all day playing in the leaf piles that Royal just raked (honestly he can't be mad because it's his grandbaby and Rhett used to do the same thing when he was that age) and it's one of those nights where you guys definitely need the woodstove.
The book barn smells of old books, wood and the soft, cakey pumpkin cookies you just plated. The woodstove has made the place nice and toasty while the cats and their kittens are all snug in their basket for the night. Outside it's storming like a motherfucker with the freezing cold rain pelting the windows and the thunder booming over Wabang. You, Rhett and Amy however are all in the cozy corner and you're reading Mary Shelley's "Frankenstein" but Rhett's constantly making references to the film "Young Frankenstein" (it's actually one of his favorites and Royal and Cecelia saw it back in the late 80s when they started dating at a local drive-in theater and Rhett, Kayce Dutton and all their frat brothers used to watch it in the basement of the college frat house at Halloween, lol).
I dunno Sebbie, I love summer but it's starting to feel more like spooky season than I expected (lol).
ohhhhh fuck yeah! i completely with you on this my love and i’ve been feeling the same! i’ve had so many halloween tiktoks i’m just in the spooky vibe now 🥰
and this just adds to the spooky vibe perfectly! everything you described with rhett? perfect! chefs! kiss! perfect!
this made me feel so warm and cosy reading this, i need it so bad! i can’t wait for spooky season 🥹 thank you so much for this sweet thought my love! 💌
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Every freaking fic is competing for attention in my head and there aren't enough hours in the day to write considering I have a full time job and a 28-year-old child to take care of aka my husband.
Soft dad Jake!
Frat star Jake!
Fucking LOVESICK Rhett!
I'm trash for all of these men omg
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Player, Day 83, Part 2
In the morning, Wendy was home alone, and if she’d had a date want, I probably would’ve let her call Rhett. She didn’t, though, so invited household on Donald and the Frat.
Unfortunately, due to spending almost the whole time on the trampoline, Donald left to take a shower shortly before Laycian got home - he would’ve liked to see him.
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Yesss Millie preachhhhhhh!!!!!!!
AUs and canons are both amazing!!! I just wanna read about the characters from my favorite movie in all settings, ways and time periods!!!!!!
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exactly!! I love au's and I love canon!! this fandom literally has some of the best storytellers I've ever come across!! to limit yourself to ONLY canon? if that's your prerogative, go ahead!!
but as for me? I'm gonna write my little porn fic and read all the frat boy au's and pretend like Bob and Rhett are cousins!!
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Lola dahling you've asked for Frat Rhett and I'm here to deliver (lol). This is my lil gift to you.
THIS IS THE BEST THING I’VE EVER READ!!!! A FUCKING BLESSED WAKE UP CALL!!!!! I APPRECIATE YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS!!! 🫶🫶🫶🥰🥰🥰🥰🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵
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Don't want no short, short man... (🙊🙊🙊)
Mythical TikTok
#mythical tiktok#link neal#rhett mclaughlin#link avec specs#rhett avec specs#gme is bleeding into other platforms 😏#are those the actual lyrics?#that is NOT the version i heard on the radio as a kid lmao#these tiktok trends get weirder and weirder i swear 😂#those glasses tho 😅#link looks like a frat boy and rhett looks like a snowboarder#😂😂😂#my edit
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