#i rhink maybe by working with you helping you will be helpful to me

[totheidiot]

why was light trying to seduce soichiro in the english version of there are lines. i constantly think about this

[harper44]

Hiii, love you'r ficsss😆 and i was thinking, how about a fic about rhett and link going to a strip club together for the first time (like they talked about in the leatest ear biscuits..) but one of them gets arousd… Or maybe both of them… I feel like you HAVE to give your friend a helping hand in that situation.. so what if they enjoyed it a bit much😏😳…

What a delicious prompt, Anon!! I am not sure if this is exactly what you had in mind, but this is what came to me while I thought about your prompt! Link decided to give a helping hand...

College age Rhink with a smidgen of religious guilt!

I have not listened to the ear biscuits, so I hope this lives up to your expectations!

[ultimatebottom69]

You know.

What truly kills me with the pro-palestine bullshit i can call it bullshit because I am donating money to help. I put my mouth where my money is contrary to many of the pro-palestine.

Hum...I am sorry...You were not in accordance with Madam harris...So you did not vote for her. Because you were unhappy about how the Biden Administration was handling the whole thing.

Ok that's fair. Let's look at the opponenent real quick.

"I will finish the job. I will let them finish the job."

Hmmm....I don't know he seems hum...More likely to be worse. Then whatever Harris is going to do.

"You libs only can say that Trump is worse without giving me a better reason-"

See this is why Hitler got hired. I don't think I am entitled to explain to you that maYbe, you should keep the guy who did a whole ass Coup d'etat on you, all out of the White House.

Like. It's like a tumor, this genocide I mean, that is happening you had the choice between someone who will give pain killers which are pretty useless (Harris) or someone who is going to poison the waters and proudly announce it (Trump)

The patient begged you for pain killers.

And you decided after careful consideration. To take the guy who poisons the water...

I am not saying. You are stupid. I am saying...This didn't seem wise.

And now I see some Gen Z like me talking about "Plans" for the future. The same Gen Z who revealed they did not vote for Harris or Third party in fact. Per choice.

Ok. No no that's good that's good...When will you apply the plans and when will they reach the ultimate goal ? Which is to unfuck at least that problem ? Preferably before Palestine gets wiped out of the map would be so cool.

Oh ? Oh ....Oh...Yeah keeping the people informed...Hmhm that didn't seem to work. At all. Oh ? Forming a community...Ok ok. Yeah seems cool. A 20 step plan to make voting easier. That's great when will it reach the White house ?

Because Again may I remind you. Alll that I am saying is this shit gotta reach the white house. Congress is pretty and all but we all know what kind of garbage is in there so I am not hopeful for the socialist future that we all want to happen within 25 years.

All i am saying is. Why was it so fucking hard. To eat your spinach instead of running head first into the fucking bleach.

We all know how bad he is. Yeah we will survive but I rhink I speak for everyone when i say this :

WE DIDN'T NEED HIM BACK !

I AM NOT MAD HARRIS LOST ! I AM MAD TRUMP FUCKING WON !

Everything! Everything this man is saying is so damned true. If you are someone who willingly voted for Trump while knowing what he'll do once he gets in Office again.

Deeply FUCK YOU! If you're a person that refuses to vote against him and didn't do anything to stop him at all than FUCK YA'LL too.

If you are a Muslim or Latino or a Non-Black POC that supported and voted for Trump and are now worried about being deported and banned from the country, I really don't feel sorry for any of ya'll. Some of ya'll non-Black POC countine to showcase that ya'll will always choose White Supremacy and Whiteness at the end of the day while simultaneously voting against your own self interests while still being anti-Black as hell.

You won't get any sympathy from me whatsoever. Ya'll Fuckers wanted this so deal with it.

To the percentage of White Women who yet again let down Black Women & other Women of Color by voting for having less bodily anatomy and less rights than you're great great-grandmother, Ya'll don't deserve any sympathy neither.

Pro-Palestine people, FUCK OFF too. Ya'll are also full of bullshit and have showcased that ya'll truly don't give a Fuck about Palestinians or Gazans lives when you let a raging White supremacist like Trump who have said he'll let Netanyahu " Finish the Job", and will have no remorse or issues Nuking the hell out of both Gaza and Palestine altogether.

Ya'll aren't " activists " of any kind and have shown just how unserious, radicalized, brainwashed extremists ya'll truly are in terms of your so-called " Support ".

To the percentage of brain-dead Black men who also voted for this bastard, I rarely used the N-word in my vocabulary. But ya'll are truly some stupid-ass Nigg*s. You're character as a person is garbage and you are a disgrace to your grandparents and many other Black people of the Civil rights movement who fought and died for your fucking ass and this is how you repay them.

By voting for a White supremacist and beyond racist piece of shit. Ya'll Uncle Tom's or I should say Ruckuses don't deserve any sympathy neither.

The third-party voters and those who wasted their vote on Jill stein as a protest vote, ya'll are the stupidest group of people alive and FUCK ALL OF YA'LL as well.

I've seriously had enough of this shit. I'm tired and sick of being held hostage by the ignorant and stupid and hateful people of this damned country.

I'm just so fucking sick.

Ya'll won't get any sympathy from me if you actually wanted this man in power again or refused to actually vote against him during the election.

You've shown ya'll true characters and how horrible of people ya'll truly are.

Don't expect any sympathy or empathy towards you if you're the one who wanted this to happen.

[cellard0ors]

Fic: Movement (2/?)

Still dedicated to the wonderful @peachworthy. you read part one than you know - GMM Rhink AU - College Student Link/Pornstar Rhett AU

“Got it right again, man! You’re going to ace this test!” Rhett crows as he tosses down another notecard and Link pumps his arms in triumph. The two of them are settled in the kitchen, piles of books and notecards spread around as well as few bottles of beers and some bowls of chips.

Link picks up one chip and pops it into his mouth, grinning at his roommate fondly, “Well, couldn’t’ve done it without you, pal. You are, without a doubt, the best study buddy I’ve ever had.”

“Aw shucks, gonna make me blush,” Rhett laughs even though it’s Link who feels his cheeks actually grow warm, his friend’s laughter a common cause of the occurrence.

They’ve been living together for over a month now and it’s been beyond amazing. Link would’ve never guessed a guy like Rhett and a guy like him would work so well together.

It’s like they’re the world’s weirdest, most convoluted puzzle yet all the pieces click together to form a full picture that is nothing short of a masterpiece. True, there’s a lot about Rhett Link doesn’t know yet (and gosh is there a lot he wants to know) but their friendship is running smoothly.

Well, smoothly save for the massive crush Link has on the guy, albeit he’s doing his damned best to squash it. Yes, Rhett’s attractive and yes, he’s the first guy Link’s ever met that he’s felt a real zing for, but the fact of the matter is – Link would much rather have him as a friend and roommate than lose him as a…well, Link’s not sure if he’d lose him, but the mere possibility keeps Link’s lips sealed.

Besides, it’s okay to crush on someone and never act on it. People do it all the time. Not to mention that it’s a bit…odd to crush on someone in Rhett’s line of work. Isn’t it?

Link can’t think of too many people who will admit to crushing on an adult film star. Regular, mainstream film stars, sure – but adult film stars?

Yeah…

Although, to be frank, Link’s sure there are some that do. And, hopefully, some of them are not the creepy internet troll-y kind of people, but genuine salt of the earth folks like himself. Because, okay, he is crushing on one so…

Rhett is toying with the cards, maybe looking for the next question to quiz Link on when he asks idly, “Y’know, Link – I gotta say, I admire your stamina.”

That remarks makes Link choke on the drink he’s just been consuming, a cough clearing it up some as he croaks, “I’m-I’m sorry?”

Rhett hums noncommittally, as if not noticing the gaffe, “You’ve had yet to grill me about my job. Normally, once folks hear about it, that’s all they want to talk about.”

“Oh,” Link breathes out loosely, “Well, ah-? It-? It just…seemed rude to-to ask…”

“Been over a month living with me now. You telling me you ain’t interested?”

“I didn’t say that!” Link quips back much quicker than he would like, but Rhett just gives him the most perfect smile. All sincere and warm beneath his beard and remember, Link, you’re doing you’re best not to crush on him!

Rhett is still toying with the cards, eyelashes downcast, the very visual definition of shy as he murmurs, “Just sayin’…I don’t mind if you wanna ask some stuff.”

Link’s eyebrows rise in such a way as to damn near bump his glasses off, “Y-You sure?”

Rhett draws in a deep inhale and then sits the cards down. He crosses his arms and leans back in his seat, looking quite serious even despite the casual red flannel and jeans, as if this was more of an interview (or perhaps an interrogation?) than anything else, “Shoot.”

The a million and one questions that Link has kept at bay about Rhett’s job and more personal life threaten to cave his skull in as they crash about in his mind. However, he has to go with the obvious, “Know this’ll be predictable, but…why?”

Rhett just bobs his head in an understanding nod even as Link pushes on, “Why and how?”

Rhett sucks on his teeth before picking up his own beer and taking a fortifying sip before continuing, “The two are kinda interconnected to be honest. Had a fallin’ out with my family. Think I mentioned it in passin’ to you once. But, to clarify; they weren’t too happy with my chosen living destination nor with the fact that I’d come to terms with the notion that I’m attracted to both the ladies and the gents.”

Link’s mind immediately (and joyously) clings to ‘the gents’ remark, bookmarking it for future reference, even as Rhett continues his tale, “You grew up where we did. So you get it.”

Link does. And then, to nail the point home, Rhett adds, “Probably get it a lot more than others. If my…instincts are to be believed.”

Shit.

SHIT.

Link’s whole body immediately bursts into flame, the tips of his ears so hot he’s sure they’re glowing bright red.

Rhett knows I’m gay. He knows. I thought having a radar for that kind of thing was bullhonkey, but he knows and oh, lord, oh lord – do I give off some sorta vibe? I know that girl in my screenwriting class, Stevie, she teased me about being an A-Level twink or something, but I didn’t think-!

Rhett’s laughter carves right through Link’s insecurities, “Take a breath, brother! Look like you’re about to pop!”

Link does and Rhett just shakes his head, still grinning, “Point being – I was pretty much a babe in the woods when I came to LA. Not two nickels to my name, so I took whatever gigs I could get. Managed to snag a few commercials and things of that nature, but you know the drill. Jobs are hard to come by. And a guy of my height?”

He blows out a big breath and tosses all of those luxurious curls about with a rueful head shake, “Yeah, most people fingered me for a baller, so – again – jobs were hard to come by. But then, wouldn’t you know it? A friend of a friend of a contact told me about this part they thought I’d be perfect for.”

Another deep barrel chested chuckle emerges as he reminiscences, “Mighta been nice of ‘em to let me know it was actually a part of me they thought would be perfect.”

Do not zero in on his crotch! Do NOT zero in on his crotch! Charles Lincoln Neal the Third DO NOT-!

Link keeps his eyes so steadfastly forward he probably looks like some bug eyed zombie. If Rhett notices, he doesn't comment, “Anyway, when I found out what the role was, I had planned to politely decline but, y’know, the money they offered…”

There’s an easy shrug and this Link can look at. He looks at Rhett, who looks a bit sheepish as he scratches at one side of his beard, “I mean, again, you grew up where I did. So, you know how the whole ‘wait until marriage’ thing was drilled into your head, but I figured it wasn’t like anybody would know. My family’d cut me off, my friends were few and far in between, and the people on set…”

Now he looks a bit happier and Link can’t help but smile along with him, “The people on set were all right. I don’t know if you’ve ever heard the kind of stories people tend to spin – the exploitation, the drug abuse, other questionable stuff…place I was at wasn’t like that. I mean, maybe I just lucked out or something, but it was…”

Another shrug and he goes for his beer again. Link figures this is as good a time as any to get in another question, “So, you did that and then you…? Just kept going?”

Rhett nods as he drinks, the bottle leaving his mouth with an obscene pop that Link is going to do his best to forget all about right now and certainly not recall at any point in the future (and most certainly NOT when he’s jacking off later), “Yeah, I did the one and the director really liked me. He pull me aside and told me about this company he was trying to set up with a couple of buddies of his. They wanted to go in a classier direction – know how funny that sounds, but he was serious.”

“So, what? No, like, blockbuster porno knock offs? Like ‘Sex in The City and ON the City’ or ‘Arma-get-it-on’?”

“Think you stole that last one from an episode of CSI.”

“I did, doesn’t change the question.”

They’re both smiling like a couple of fools, but the mood is good and the atmosphere light as Rhett sighs, “Yeah, nothing like that. I’ve actually worked with a few female directors, shot some things with great budgets, nice lighting, good costumes…”

“Oooo, costumes,” Link teases in the silliest voice and Rhett swats out at him. Link avoids the hit even as Rhett rolls his eyes, “I’m serious, dude. Some of the things that department pumps out looks better than anything you’d see in Hollywood.”

“Hmm, some kinda wood,” Link snickers and this time Rhett’s swat makes impact, brushing Link’s shoulder and Link would be embarrassed by the giggle he lets out, if it weren’t for the way Rhett’s nose is all scrunched up, making him look beyond adorable, “You’re sucha brat!”

Link sticks out his tongue and Rhett just laughs. They turn their attention to the drinks and chips for awhile before Link circles around to another question, “You like it then?”

“It’s a living,” Rhett confirms, not really answering one way or another, “Like I said – make great money, work with some really nice people.”

“Uh,” Link scratches behind one ear, “Hate to ask, but, um…clean people?”

Rhett doesn’t seem offended, “You bet. Have to be. Another reason I’ve done this as long as I have. Money's great, but the safety is even better. I’m currently under contract with that same company I told you about – the one that director brought me under. On top of wanting to,” he air quotes his next words, “be classier’-”

He drops the quotes, “They wanted to provide an excellent work environment. Heck, me and the other actors and actresses probably have a cleaner bill of health than the entire state. Can’t shoot scene one until you’ve got the A-Okay.”

“Huh,” Link absorbs that with some surprise, but then, he supposes it really shouldn’t be. The adult film industry is a big lumbering beast right alongside it’s more recognized counterpart. No reason one shouldn’t be as cautious as the other. If anything, one has more right to be cautious.

Thinking on this, Link suddenly feels an odd pang. It’s a shame in one way that’s one viewed as more reckless than the other, more questionable. But, when viewed through a mostly puritan lens…

Not wanting to get too philosophical, Link switches gears, “You been in a lot of films?”

“My fair share.”

Another dodge, but Link will let him have it. However, he can practically feel devil horns rise as he asks with a naughty gleam to his eye, “Win any awards?”

Rhett’s practically preening, “Several.”

“Really?” Link asks with some surprise, but Rhett suddenly looks quite naughty himself. Naughty and…a bit too hot for Link’s liking as the heat that always seems to surround him when he’s near Rhett rises and woo boy, he’s really failing at this squashing-the-crush thing.

“If you’re a good boy, maybe I’ll show you one of my trophies some time…”

Everything in Link melts into a puddle and he’s not sure what expression he’s wearing, but it’s one that makes Rhett’s whole face light up, “…or maybe, just maybe, I’ll show you a little somethin’ else…”

If it’s possible for a melted puddle to also explode, then Link’s just done it. Rhett bursts into guffaws as he reaches forward and, very smoothly, pushes Link’s jaw up because Link’s jaw? It dropped. He didn’t even feel it drop.

And then, to just add more fuel to the fire, Rhett rubs the pad of his thumb along the bottom of Link’s chin, right below his lip, “Damn, son…you’re just too much for words.”

“I…”

That’s it.

That’s all that Link can offer.

Just one sound, one vowel.

Silent and stunned and Rhett draws back, looking like the cat that ate the canary as he lets him go and rises up from his seat, “Think you need a moment. I’ll be back in a bit.”

And – just like that – Rhett saunters out of the room.

[normal-thoughts-official]

ClaryxMaiaxIzzy cam girl?

hmmmm interesting thought. again i don't really see maia and clary as camgirls, im not sure why (for clary it might be just that shes not my type tbh so whats the point. altho the one thought i have about it is @thesorrowoflizards's post about how clary wants everyone to believe she's a real redhead so i picture her like dyeing her pubes the same color lmao. sorry i put u in the same sentence as clary's pubes ezra babe love u) but... izzy would make a great camgirl 👌

i mean maia would too but eh i figure she has her job with bartending that she likes and i picture her being neutral towards camming ao like... no particular reason to pick that job u know? but anyway

im thinking established clizzy just because idk clary doesnt strike me as the kind of person who uses onlyfans or whatever and also like they have that whole soft thing where they dress each other going on so that's cute? or like not Dressing Each Other but izzy picking out lingerie to go with her strap for her next scene and clary helping her out when izzy does that whole casually sexy thing of holding her different bodices in front of the mirror and pouting and trying to see which one goes best

and clary is all like "you look good in anything" and izzy is all "thank you but 'anything' won't get me enough tips to take you to dinner this month". and just idk Tenderness with clary helping her get ready and then as she's about to begin filming clary leaves the room all like "blow them away baby" and izzy goes "oh they wish i'd blow them alright" which always makes clary laugh

then whenever izzy is done clary's like "hey babe how did it go?" and izzy is all proud of herself "i think we just upgraded to [fancier restaurant]" and they're both delighted

(this is so not what u were expecting when u sent this ask i know im sorry)

anyway! so i think maia and izzy would meet at some nerdy scientist shit (maybe they're working together?) and either maia was already a fan and she's like ohhnmyh godddddddddd conceal dob't feel don't be creepy she probably gets a lot of creeps be COOL be COOL don't let her know that you think she's the hottest girl in the business SHES EVEN HOTTER IN PERSON AAAAAAAA hiimmaia, OR she doesn't know immediately but finds out at some point (honestly i don't rhink izzy would hide it so maybe izzy herself mentions it in passing and then winks at maia and tells her to check it out cuz she's a flirt first and foremost) and goes to check it out while Experiencing Guilt™ because maybe she developed an instant crush on the super hot smart girl that's just as passionate as her about their project, sue her

and anyway she goes to check it out and THEN she panicks like oh my godd shes so hOT and i didn't know that i needed to see her stroking her strap and telling me that if i'm a good girl i'll get to be fucked but i really really DID need it

both have their merits i think

anyway maia and izzy become friends pretty quickly cuz like they DO have a lot in common especially in a mundane au. and i have half a mind to have her be disappointed that izzy's got a gf cuz she assumes monogamy but also like... she gets to meet clary and she's also kind of sweet and really fun with that whole fiery thing she's got going on and it's nice to see how passionate she is and goddamn it maia has a crush on a couple again

and anyway the disappointment drama doesn't last long cuz again izzy did flirt with her and she probably mentions that theyre polyamorous in like a second and probably throws in a pickup line for good measure and maia might be the Bi Trans Girl Who Panicks When Flirting With Girls™ but she's also a quick study and soon enough she's flirting back and hhhh

somehow this is still a slow burn tho cuz they kinda don't take that extra step and maia kind of considers that maybe izzy is the kind of person who flirts with everyone cuz i mean, it is part of her job to be a good flirt. and izzy flirts a lot but actually liking someone without a sexual arrangement coming first makes her be a little more hesitant cuz like... sex is kind of The Thing Izzy Is Good At in her own head, and she's used to starting off with that, you know?

plus they're coworkers at izzy's other job that really matters to her and actually involves having a boss to answer to so that might be a problem

idk how this gets resolved tbh maybe they have a really great breakthrough at some point and they basically solve it together and they're all hugs and delightfulness and maia just goes "go out with me" and izzy's got that whole doe eyes thing going on and she's all breathless like "i thought youd never ask" and hhhhh im a sappy soft BITCH

i forgot about clary aaaaaaaaa and i think maia getting with clary would take a little while longer cuz they don't see each other as much as maia and izzy do, but like... izzy is having dates with them both all the time cuz she works two jobs and wants to make the best out of her time, okay. and maia and clary get along and slowly go from metamours to lovers (underrated dynamic tbh) and yeah

and hh can i just say.... maia and izzy's first time would be so good and sweet. izzy's got that whole Soft Domme thing going on tbh so i just picture her like worshipping maia's cock, slowly fingering her and whispering that she's so beautiful, she's doing so well, she's such a good girl. and then fucking her really slowly and tenderly probably holding hands or some shit cuz she is that bitch and her hair falls a bit over her face when she looks down at maia all adoring and gives her a drawn out orgasm that has her completely sated and breathless and then izzy kisses her face all over and the cornera of her lips and smiles

and maia goes "god, this is so much better than watching the videos" and izzy is One Hundred Percent Delighted like "you did watch the videos!!" and asks her what her favorites were and maia is like "uhh" and she's all "what? we can recreate them ;)" and maia's bi ass just spills all her thoughts right then and there, and they get right down to it

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Anon 1 said:

Hi, can you help me find this fic, it’s pre serum Stucky, little Steve was very sick and someone tells Bucky Steve is going to die so he runs to Steve’s home crying, that’s all I remember. I’ve been looking for it for on the and can’t find it. :(

at6am said:

hello! ive been looking for this fic for the longest time, looked through every tag and i fear it has been removed :/ basically, bucky is “hiding” from an abusive ex. he finds him and confronts him, but steve sees him while hes on a run, and chases him off. he invites bucky to stay at his place to protect him. i remember steve being military. at the end, the boyfriend finds him and has a fight with bucky, where he breaks his jaw, but then steve arrives and shoots him, i think. help :(

Anon 2 said:

hii, I have a question, I'm looking for a fic! What I know about it, is that they are in some kind of sex club? Steve is a Dom, Bucky a Sub. Bucky thinks Steve is too nice and gentle and unexperienced at first and unintentionly makes fun of him, Steve doesn't take his shit and takes him into the dungeons, where only the most experienced Doms can go? I think it was even Nats club, or sum like that. Thanks so much already!!

Anon 3 said:

love y'all to bits. mwah x. i was wondering if u guys know abt a fic where steve n bucky are in avengers tower, slow dancing (i think the rest of the gang are there but not necessarily watching them?) and either steve or bucky gets super emotional bc they're pining and run out w/ the other following ??

Anon 4 said:

I've been trying to find a fic for hours but I cant remember the name of it. I remember that it was a modern au, bucky and steve were roommates or something, and whenever bucky cried, he only cried a single tear. They kissed at a christmas or new years party, but bucky ran away when steve didnt kiss back. Also, the author always refered to the space between the living room and kitchen as "no man's land", dont know why that certain detail stuck out at me. Pls help and thanks!

thefrenchfern said:

Hello! First of all many thanks for your wonderful work, your blog is so useful to find recommandations!! I am looking for a fic,where Bucky is working as a tailor (with Natasha) and he is also writing books under an alias. Steve is working nearby (in a gym maybe?) and he reads Bucky's book and he puts updates on goodreads? I also remember something about post it wirtten by Bucky to make Steve know its him. Many thanks for your help

Anon 5 said:

Hi, I feel like I have been looking for this fic forever everywhere. In it Bucky comes to Avengers Tower post Winter Soldier. He is recovering but he realizes Steve is lost too, and none of the other Avengers seem to realize. He starts gently bossing Steve around. He has Steve get his 40’s haircut back and Bucky buys 40’s style clothes for Steve to wear. They buy a farm and move out there, adopting a dog. Bucky gets set off by a trigger word and hides in the barn. Please help! Thank you!

Anon 6 said:

I lost a shrunkyclunks fic where Bucky meets Steve on the subway (or bus?) and they become fast friends, but Steve has a lot of money and Bucky is poor so every time they go out somewhere Bucky doesn't want to mention that he really can't afford to do much of anything. That's all I remember, do you know which fic I'm talking about? Thank youuuu

Anon 7 said:

Hi, desperate for some help here. I can only remember this one really specific detail from a fic I read recently, Steve asked Bucky something he'd never told anyone before, Bucky said he had Becca's kid for a weekend (?) and he said his first word at Bucky's place (the word had something to do with an ad on tv and was a pretty unusual first word), he never told Becca. Becca called Bucky a week later saying he did it again. Thanks for any help!!

artisticrogers1972 said:

I was reading a wonderful STUCKY fic; linked here from A03 and have lost it. This was maybe two-three days ago. It was about Bucky and Steve from the time they were kids on up and Bucky's mom was Roma. Bucky was in love with Steve but thought if he went with girls he'd be fine. They'd push beds together in the winter. Someone, please help!! I want to finish. It's part of a series and my head, with all the migraines, is easily forgetting titles

celestial-star-petals said:

Hello I'm looking for a fic that's post winter soldier I think. Bucky surrenders himself over to SHIELD and fury and maria have him imprisoned at headquarters but no one tells Steve, who, when he finds out immediately goes to him. Bucky doesn't leave so Steve visits as often as possible and so do the other avengers, sam, nat, pepper too. tony comes along tinkers with something in buckys cell and drops something that later helps bucky escape. Thank you for your help!!

cevansebb said:

hi guys do you know that fic (i rhink its recovery!bucky post tws fic) where bucky is OBSESSED with steve’s cowlick? if you could find it i’d appreciate it alot thank you!

Anon 8 said:

hi! i’m looking for a post-cacw fic where before helping bucky, wanda gives steve trigger words which makes bucky freak out, but then she takes them away. do you guys happen to know it? thanks :)

harrieserendipity said:

Hello stuckylibrary friends 🥰 I just went through a few of your tags looking for a fic that takes place pre-war. It’s summer& really hot out so Steve& Bucky have to sleep outside on their balcony/deck to keep cool overnight. Bucky wakes up w Steve asleep on top of him & like throws him off. It’s a prewar pining sort of thing I believe, but I went through that entire tag. I also know that this fic isn’t August and her sons, I thought it was but I just reread it and it’s not. Thanks friends!❤️

Anon 9 said:

hi! im pretty sure this was a pretty popular fic but i can't find it even with ao3 tags. it's post ca:ws steve+bucky w/ the avengers and one mission goes wrong and steve nearly dies and bucky confesses his feelings in panic but once he realizes that everyone heard him b/c the coms were still on, he dips and completely avoids steve?? i love y'all to bits, i hope you guys have been safe and healthy

[seabonre]

all this queer!link talk is making me 🥺 so here’s that w a lil bit of rhink

link living his whole life wondering why he looks at boys the same way he looks at girls. pondering at the ripe age of nine whether or not it's normal to stare at other boys sometimes

link being a teenager and experiencing the effects of puberty and hormones — experiencing them twofold every time he looks at rhett and his suddenly broad shoulders and whispery chinstrap and cut jawline. he chalks up this feeling of awe to jealousy; he just envies rhett's forwardly masculine stature. link is just jealous, remaining behind the line with his willowy frame and spindly limbs and average height. he’s only looking for pointers when he sits on the bleachers at the school gym during rhett’s basketball practice, watching him from afar.

link turning nineteen and hearing the word "bisexual" for the first time from a friend with acid dripping from his tongue and malice wedged between the judgmental creases that his eyes form as he pokes at the word with a twenty-foot pole. link laughs along with him because he has to, but secretly makes a mental note to research that term a little more when he gets back to his dorm later

a year into college, link is now a degree more exposed to the world around him, having maybe seen one gay couple in person since freshman year. he rather embarrassingly asks rhett while they're studying together one night: "hey, uh, do you, do i- do you think i look gay?" which then prompts rhett to stare at him bizarrely before he looks back down at his textbook, sighs out a long-suffering huff, and says, "you look like link. stop drinking so much caffeine."

post-college link marrying his wife, whom he loves with all of his heart. he’s content in his affection for her and cant wait for their future together, however there’s still a nagging part of him that wonders why he still blushes when tall men talk to him, wonders how he still has space for butterflies in his stomach when he gazes at other people with appreciation all the while knowing his wife is the only woman he wants.

curiously, the only man he wants is rhett.

how, though, he isn’t sure. he knows he’s happy to be around rhett, wants to touch him and get close to him more than he does with his other friends and- oh, right. rhett doesn’t like that. he gets angry, pushes him away physically and it shouldn’t squash something big in link’s chest every time but it does and he feels like he should apologize. but he doesn’t, because rhett doesn’t.

and now they’re in their forties and deconstructing everything they used to think about themselves and the world. for link, at least, this makes him look at his friend more openly than he ever has. he’s not afraid of rhett pushing him away because rhett isn’t afraid of letting him in anymore. link thinks about rhett’s drastic change in physical appearance that he uses to self-express, and he wonders how he might be able to invite the same kind of free expression for himself. link talks about the LGBT+ community on Ear Biscuits and his ears burn under his headphones. something clicks in his chest when he airs his regrets surrounding his past bigotry. he’s got it.

he tells rhett first.

rhett is so good to him about it, and link knew he’d be. his wife is equally supportive if a touch exasperated that it took him this long to figure it out, and jess gives him a hug.

he takes rhett out on a date that neither of them realize is a date, least of all link. but he’s feeling closer to his best friend than ever and he doesn’t know what that means other than he just wants to be around him more. they already got a house together, and you think that’d be enough, but it seemed to only elevate things for link in an overwhelming way

rhett kisses him the morning after their not-date. yes, rhett kisses him, and link didn’t even know that’s what this was building to or that he wanted that from rhett but there’s that *click* in his chest when their lips separate and meet again like checking something off a list and it’s perfect. rhett always did know exactly what to do.

they spend the weekend together at their new house with permission from their wives. they sleep on the pullout couch and cook breakfast in their underwear and smile sleepy and blushy at each other over mugs of brew. it feels like something link never thought he’d get to feel again, like a new crush that turns him into a bumbling giggling mess of a man. and rhett calling him cute with the exact same affection in his voice that link feels for him doesn’t help.

i love you, one of them says in farewell one day, meaning it casually but feeling it deeper when they both freeze, fists over their mouths and apologies at the ready until somebody kisses the other breathless and they can’t stop smiling when they part, cant stop looking at each other. “i love you,” link says, softly but confident. rhett lets out a shaky elated breath. “i love you,” he says back. and again, “i love you.” “i’ll see you tomorrow. i love you,” link says. “love you,” rhett replies, nose crinkling in joy as he walks backwards off link’s porch to his car. link watches him go, smiling so hard he can barely see past his own cheeks

when he walks inside, his honest-to-god knees buckle. christy’s there, tilting her head with a warm, knowing smile curving her lips. she kisses link’s cheek on her way to the living room with a glass of wine. link follows, opening his phone to text rhett an I love you :) that he won’t see until he gets home. he changes the man’s contact, adding a blue heart next to his name as he sits down next to his wife on the couch. everything is perfect.

the next day at work, rhett asks link to be his boyfriend like they’re freakin’ high schoolers. he’s got link pressed up to his chest with his hands on his hips, standing in the middle of their office with the door shut and the dogs running around their feet, barking and playing with each other. rhett’s got soft eyes turned on him and link smiles through an eye roll. he says yes, obviously, and kisses his nose and round cheeks over and over again. rhett’s laughing quietly between them, grinning like a maniac, and link feels sixteen again.

(he immediately heads to the bathroom and calls his wife, eyes misty for some reason. “he asked me to be his boyfriend, christy.” “well? did you say yes?” “yeah. i love him so much, christy.” “y’all are cute. i’m at the grocery store, do you remember if we’re out of creamer?” “i think so. get some oat milk, too.” “‘kay.” “love you, baby.” “love you, too, knucklehead.”)

[apparentlynotreallyfinnish]

Think of Her

Here’s some un-edited, un-betaed college!rhink that just appeared on my Word document when I tried to write a completely different thing. Maybe you’ll like it.

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Rhett is sitting on his bed and pouting when Link steps into their dorm room. He is buzzing with excited energy, babbling on and on about a particular class he likes and a professor he is obviously in love with. He bounces around the room, throwing his things here and there, discarding his t-shirt on the floor, going to his drawer, picking out a new shirt, pulling it on and apparently, deciding he’s made a grave error. His nose scrunches up and he sniffs his armpit. That t-shirt ends up on the floor as well but Link doesn’t bother to get another one. Instead he marches to their cupboard and takes out a box of cereal. All the while he’s gushing about the professor and the class. Rhett is irritated beyond belief.

“What have you been up to today?” Link asks as he sinks on the couch and pours himself a huge bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Rhett just crosses his arms across his chest and growls. Link’s gaze immediately snaps to him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Rhett mutters and feels stupid as the word slips out. Obviously Link can see something is bothering him.  So, he continues: “Everything.”

“Tell me,” Link orders mouth full of Crunch. Rhett closes his eyes and tries to drone out the sounds that seem to penetrate his soul.

“Just…I don’t know. It’s all stupid stuff. Practice sucked today and I managed to fall on my face in the cafeteria. And I got a C on that paper. I worked so hard on it but apparently it was uninspired and redundant.”

“Aww, man, I’m sorry. Sounds like one of those days. Tomorrow will be better. Besides, everyone knows Professor Miller is a hard-ass. C from him is basically an A.”

Rhett huffs, annoyed, because he knows Link is right. But he had been so proud of what he’d written and certain he’d get at least a B.

“Also, Claire cancelled our date. She claimed she wanted to concentrate on her studies. And I mean fine, that’s okay. But then  I saw her kissing a guy on the courtyard so…she’s either studying dentistry now and was doing some intense homework or she was just lying to my face,” Rhett mumbles.

Honestly, the Claire thing stings way more than any of the other stuff. He’d gotten a bit ahead of himself with Claire, imagining all kinds of futures together after their first few dates. Seeing her with the guy had been like a gut punch.

“Shit, that sucks,” Link says sympathetically. He’s straightened his back and abandoned the rest of his cereal to slowly soften. He is looking at Rhett with an expression Rhett can’t read. His eyes are lit up - he almost looks excited - but he’s gnawing on his bottom lip and wiggling his leg anxiously.

“What?” Rhett asks with too much sharpness in his voice. He feels bad; it isn’t Link’s fault he’s having a bad day. But Link doesn’t seem to either mind or notice. He gets up and creeps to Rhett’s desk next to their bunk bed. Link’s eyes wander over the desk and he picks up a pencil, twirls it between his fingers a bit before putting it down and picking up a text book. Rhett frowns as he looks at Link twiddling with his things. Just as he is about to ask what Link is doing, Link mutters, without looking at Rhett.

“I could help you.”

“With what?” Rhett asks confused. The paper is already done and it isn’t like Link can help him with practice. Sometimes you just have bad days, it’s normal. And Link definitely can’t help with Claire. After watching her play tonsil tennis with a guy with a ponytail Rhett doesn’t even want her back anymore.

“I could help you feel better…help you relax,” Link whispers, still staring at the text book. A faint blush has crept on his cheeks. Rhett’s own cheeks immediately heat up and suddenly, he feels parched.

“You mean…?” Rhett asks with a hoarse voice.

“Yeah.”

Rhett feels a bit faint. A memory after memory resurfaces in his mind and he feels like hiding his crotch under a pillow. But that would be too obvious. He tries to appear nonchalant as he says:

“We decided not to do that anymore.”

“You decided. I… Anyway. What does it matter?”

“We shouldn’t.”

“Why?” Link presses on. He’s looking straight at Rhett now and Rhett feels like squirming under his intense gaze. God, have his eyes always been that piercing blue? They seem almost otherworldly.

“Because,” is all Rhett manages to answer. As his dick hardens, his resolve crumbles.

“Because why?”

“Because it’s gay,” Rhett says the word under his breath, barely audible. Link snorts.

“It’s not gay if we’re not gay,” he says, like it means something. Rhett frowns.

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“Neither does saying no to something you clearly want. And need.”

“I don’t need it!” Rhett says aghast. That’s a bit much.

It’s not like I know how long it has been since the last time. (Two months and four days.)

It’s not like I think about Link when I go to bed every night. (He touches himself after he is sure Link is asleep.)

It’s not like I actually want him in any way. (He still hasn’t touched Link and it’s slowly killing him.)

 “No?” Link asks putting the text book down and taking a step so that he’s right at the edge of Rhett’s bottom bunk.

“No,” Rhett replies with a shaky voice. He watches with wide eyes as Link sinks on his knees in front of the bed. The simmering heat inside Rhett’s stomach ignites into a blazing roar. His cock is straining against his boxer briefs, its outline clearly visible through the thin basketball shorts. Link’s hand settles on Rhett’s bare knee and starts to inch up. Rhett’s skin is buzzing with the sensation.

“I know this always makes you feel better. Helps you relax. Helps you sleep. Let me make it better, Rhett,” Link is coaxing him with a silky voice as his hand slips inside the loose pant leg of Rhett’s shorts.

We shouldn’t. (Link’s hand is so soft.)

We’re good Southern boys. (Link’s voice is soft too.)

Think of all the people we’d disappoint. (Link’s mouth is going to be even softer.)

 Rhett’s shorts have been pulled mid-thigh and his cock has been drawn out of his boxer. It’s leaking precum and twitching in Link’s hands. Link is licking the head as his eyes are flitting between Rhett’s cock and Rhett’s face. Rhett’s hands are on Link’s shoulders; he’s not sure if he’s about to push him away or pull him closer.

“Fuck,” Rhett mutters voice strained and gravelly. Link looks up at him again and says: “It’s okay. You don’t have to look. Just close your eyes and think of her.”

Rhett’s eyes flutter close as Link’s soft, wet heat envelops Rhett’s cock. He bucks into his best friend’s mouth and gasps for air. He can feel Link hollow his cheeks, he can feel the pressure build, and he can feel Link hum against his overexcited skin.

It’s too much this time. It’s been too long. The waiting has been torture and now he’s in heaven. Link moves around his cock slowly, methodically, pumping Rhett with his spit-slicked fist as his mouth is fast making a ruin out of Rhett’s mind and soul.

Rhett feels the tears on his cheeks before he even realizes he’s crying.

Link stops. The warm softness of him is replaced by the sharp chill of the room and Rhett whines.

“Don’t stop,” he whimpers, not daring to open his eyes. It’s like he’s afraid that all of this has been a dream again.

“Rhett,” Link whispers, voice weirdly wet and saturated; Rhett’s cock is a ghost on his lips making his lisp more pronounced. Shiver runs through Rhett and he opens his eyes. He pats his eyelids, tries to focus his swimming vision to see the boy between his legs.

“Why are you crying? Do you want me to stop?” Link asks. He sounds worried.

Rhett sniffs pathetically, embarrassed over the fact that all of a sudden his soul has been laid barer than his cock that’s still throbbing between his legs, uncaring of the emotional turmoil going on above it.

“C’mere,” Rhett beckons voice thick with emotion. Link’s eyes widen and he awkwardly climbs into Rhett’s lap, crushing Rhett’s dick between them and making Rhett moan and push against him.

“What’s wrong?” Link whispers. He looks at Rhett like he’s afraid he’ll break at any moment. Rhett thinks he might be onto something. He’s never felt this fragile before.

Rhett lifts his hands. They tremble as he cups Link’s face. Link responds without much prompting and closes the distance between them. Rhett tastes himself on Link’s lips. He doesn’t care. They fall onto the bed; shaky breaths and whispered words. Link is everywhere. He’s tugging Rhett closer. His hands are making Rhett bolder. His words are making Rhett stronger.

This can’t be wrong. (It feels like fate.)

It took me too long to let myself love him. (It was inevitable.)

They’ll learn to love us like this. (How could anyone hate something so pure?)

Link’s hands find Rhett’s impatient cock again.

“Don’t think of her,” Link pleads against Rhett’s neck.

“I won’t,” Rhett breaths.

“Think of me,” Link continues as his hands move with familiar pressure.

“Always have,” Rhett confesses with a whimper.

Link groans as Rhett’s hand palms the bulge in his jeans. They move away from each other, just enough to release Link from the confines of his pants. A wide smile spreads across Rhett’s face as his hands wrap around Link’s length.

“I’ve dreamt of this. Dreamt of touching you. Dreamt of making you cum. Dreamt of making you mine,” Rhett whispers making Link whine and thrust his hips against Rhett’s eager hands.

“Tell me your mine,” Link orders voice rough and breathless.

“Yours. Only yours!” Rhett cries out and finds Link’s lips again with his own. They breathe into each other’s mouths, barely kissing but needing to be as close as they can.

Rhett comes first, calling out Link’s name in the peak of his passion. It still echoes off the walls as Link follows him over the edge.

Their breaths slow down. Their hands still. Their eyes open.

They look at each other and smile.

[nie7027]

I just watched the Ova os its time for my scrambled up comments on it

First, I love Reigen so much

Ha had been trapped for weeks in a parallel work going crazy, he has all the right to sceam at Seri for not telling him he can go back to the real worl but he....literally forces himself to calm down? Like a mature adult should do? Because he knows screaming at Seri not only wont help at all but actually will seriously affect him(because it will be a proof he everything bad he rhinks of himself)

So he instead goes on and gives him good life advice

And it just makes it hurt so much because i dont need to read the letter to know he was going to suicide.

His last resort was killing himself and he actually went and did it on screen.

He was concious unlike movies jumping off a train is really dangerous and few people make it out alive. Thats why he did it when he couldnt bear it anymore but he knew hks chances of surviving were very little and thats why he wrote the letter and carved his name. In case it didnt work

AND IT WAS RITSU WHO HAD TO SEE IT AND BY HIS FACE YOU CANT TELL ME HE DIDNT REALIZE WHAT IT MEANT speciaññy with how quickly Reigen tried to cover it.

Dimple realized it too but just let it there hang in the air (either to see if anyone else caught on it or just was being his usual mean self). But what i get of this is that apparently Dimple knows about Reigens deppression bouts, how "easy" he depress (while it makes sense one would get depressed of that situation it didnt seem like the others realized how bad actually Reigen was, just that he looked scruffyñ which makes me wonder how does he know?? The only other time we have seen it was during the separation arc Dimple wasnt there, he went with Shige.

Maybe its just Dimple and his keen obeservations

Which brings me to...HE WAS ACTIVELY TRYING TO CATCH SIGH OF TERUS HAIR? And even went a talked to Mob about BUT he made to whisper so Ritsu (who never knew what happedned in Terus and Mobs fight) didnt hear.

Its been months but he still pays attention to it while everybody else, including Mob, has forgotten about it.

This was clearly a reference for the future brocoli arc but it was nice it was Dimple the one to brought it up

Another reference being the infamous Teru asking about Mobs crush. And as everybody else I WAS SCREAMING (TERU SAID GAY RIGHTS) and as before it draws my attention that they chose Teru to be the one who brought it up!!

He was literally that meme "lets play 20 questions. Sure what your favorite color? Square, do you like boys? :)"

Mob was too embarrased to asnwer (omg that PA PA PA was so cute) and Teru of course had to get his answer so he went and tried another way and almost got it but Ritsu saved the day.

It was funny how quick was Ritsu to try and save Mob from his embarrasment that he in the process forgot not only Seris past but all manners too and went and asked that precisely to him instead of i dunno reverting the question to Teru (an embarrased Teru would have been great)

He obviously regretted after hearing Seris answer (ouch my heart) but at least Mob was saved.

Ive bee son caught in the fanfics and everything that I completely forgot i (as an anime only) actually dont know Seri and it was nice to see him finally interact with the crew.

How nervous he is, how he takes everyrhibg Reigen says seriously and tries his best to do as he is told (instead of following his hunch).

I really liked how they kept casually mentioning Seris horrible past no one, because its something very important one cant just leave behind, but at the same time showing it doesnt hold Seri back anymore.

And they actually integrated to little things Seri still carries on (his lists, his suitcase with everything he could need, his gamer tendencies). Those were nice details.

Not even the kids glossed over it but actually offered him suport (he and Mob bonding over how nervous trips made them was very cute).

The least Reigen who went all his way(even in his state) to made sure Seri was doing okay but at the same time improving.

I meanwe all know Reigen accepted this job just so everybody could have a nice vacaction (HE DIDNT HAVE TO BUT HE BROUGHT EVERYBODY)

And my nice boy Teru wanted to make sure he thanked him (THEY ARE SUCH FATHER AND SON )

For last as always I love Teru. He didnt get that much important screen time but he was a cutie nonetheless.

Being so informed about the place they were going and showing early to scout the area and made sure everything was good (lets not dwell on the fact he still has his guard up even though Claw was defeated and this is an habit he will probably have forever)

He was so happy and relaxed ❤

Thank you Bones for showing me Teru actually interacts with Seri (his other dad afterall)

Pd: ritsu and Mob went 😮 when Teru entered the onsen because Teru is canonically very ripped off for a boy his age??

[mythical-ross]

Author Meme

I picked this up from @ao3commentoftheday which is just a great blog. Highly recommended for anyone who reads or writes on AO3!

Author name: ScorchedAngel or Mythical-Ross for GMM stuff 

Fandoms you write for: Presently Rhett & Link but formerly (and maybe futurely) Supernatural and Stargate Atlantis and formerly and wtf, Whose Line Is It Anyway. I’ve also dabbled in some others for a one-off

Where you post: Nowadays, AO3, though I used to post everything on LiveJournal too. I was looking through my LiveJournal recently and cringing

Most popular one shot: Since this is a GMM blog, my most popular Rhink fic is Help A Buddy Out (facepalm) but of all time, Dean is So Polite (SPN/Wincest) 

Most popular multi-chapter: Rhink- Memories of the Future, though I’ve only posted one. Of all time, All Right Now, a SPM/Desitel fic of which I am immensely proud. 

Favourite story you wrote: Not A Lookalike, the first Rhink fic I posted. Still got a soft spot for it.

Story you were nervous to post: Almost all of them, but I put off posting Agape for such a long time... (Now I feel bad about how rushed it is. I’m considering re-writing it) Also nervous about some kinktober fics I have ready to post

How do you choose your titles: I’m about to post and realise it doesn’t have a title and just pick some random words because no one reads the title right?

Do you outline: Yes but I dunno why because once I get going it always goes out the window.

Complete: The stuff I’ve posted (bar one). Half my Kinktober 2019 fics.

In progress: The other half of my Kinktober fics. I’m probably not rush myself either. If I’m still posting them in November, what odds.

Coming soon: ...Kinktober? 

Do you accept prompts: I write far too slow to do anything good with them but I’m open to the idea

Upcoming story you are most excited to write: The multi-chapter fic I’m working on has a *kind of* de-aging thing going on but mostly just a load of UST, so for kinktober I’m doing an actual de-aging/age difference fic to get it out of my system!

Tagging: (and I hate doing this because the very thought of missing someone I love means I now can’t remember who even writes fics...) @its-mike-kapufty @ficfucker @apparentlynotreallyfinnish @fordaddylink @sass-and-panache @mythicaliz @santa-monica-yacht-club @outofnowhere82 @fanbabble @linkslipssinkships @ssodangdark @rhinkipoo @serpentkinglink @ineffable-bastard-crowley @themouthking... if I tagged you and you don’t fic, ignore me. If I didn’t and you do, I’m an eejit and do it anyway... Like, I literally can’t remember the author of my favourite book

[linksugiecookerneal]

I was tagged by @captainsourwolf

Author name: linksugiecookerneal on AO3

Fandoms you write for: Oh gosh. When I was in high school, it was things like PotO and Bones. A couple of rpf/ofc and right now a lot of rhink. 

Where you post: AO3

Most popular one shot: That would be Stay With Me, but Don’t mention it is a close runner up. 

Most popular multi-chapter: I don’t have one posted. I do have a couple in the works, though. 

Favourite story you wrote: One of my favorites is Don’t Mention It. The other is a very cute AU story that I cannot disclose at the moment. 

Story you were nervous to post: Stay With Me

How do you choose your titles: I will either get something from the story, or occasionally base a story on the title. I also will just get my friends to help me. 

Do you outline: Naaaah

Complete: Everything as of now that is posted is complete. 

In progress: 👀👀 Maybe a couple of chapter fics and one that is just straight filth. 

Coming soon: A Rhink fic. It’s not titled yet, but it’s a second part to one already published.

Do you accept prompts: Yes! Please, I love writing and never have ideas for myself. 

Upcoming story you are most excited to write: It doesn’t have a title yet, and I can’t disclose anything further, but the AU that requires so much research. 

Tagging: @its-mike-kapufty , @brinnybee  

[mythicalsecretsanta]

Cookie Crisis (T)

This gift is for: Ellie (AKA @elliefcutie)

Merry Christmas! I hope you enjoy this, I really loved writing it. Hope your 2019 brings you only the best things!

A note on the rating/content. It’s rated G but they are drinking alcohol so I put it as T…idk E seemed like overkill. anyway, tw drinking. It’s platonic love with a whiff of Rhink. nothing remotely explicit or sexual though.

From your Secret Santa, Liz (AKA @mythicaliz)

Link to AO3 or read below:

As much as he loved his peace and quiet, Rhett also loved when his house was bustling with the chaos of both pairs of the Mclaughlin and Neal boys. It was two days before Christmas and both families were enjoying their dose of pre-Christmas excitement. Christy had made an emergency trip back to North Carolina to help after her father had broken his leg. She’d been there for three weeks and was due home the next evening, just in time for Christmas. Link and Lily were home, baking cookies for her church youth group’s Christmas eve party.  It was the first Christmas both families would be in Los Angeles and they were all looking forward to building new family traditions. It was nine pm, dinner was long over, the younger boys were in bed and the older pair played video games in the basement.

Rhett walked into the rec room and placed a bowl of popcorn and two cans of Mello Yello on the side table, and left unnoticed by the two teenage boys. Rhett leaned against the door jam and watched them, their figures, silhouetted by the flashing video game on the TV. Locke sat on the sofa, his gangly awkward body reminded Rhett’s of his own at his age. Some parts too tall already, other parts still somewhat boyish. Lincoln sat on the floor beside Locke. Every day he looked more and more like his father and Rhett couldn’t help but enjoy seeing his best friend grow up right before his eyes all over again.

“Get ‘em!” Lincoln shouted as he and Locke worked in tandem to take down the boss they were fighting. Victorious, they high fived and Lincoln flopped down on the couch beside Locke. The video game beaten and forgotten, the conversation turned to a girl in Lincoln’s class that he liked. Rhett wanted desperately to hear what horrible advice Locke was going to give Lincoln, but instead he decided to give the boys their privacy.

Rhett headed up stars, past Shepard’s room. Shep and Lando had gone to bed an hour ago but he still heard fits of giggles coming from the room. He cracked the door open and the pair were under Shepard’s comforter with a flashlight, telling silly stories and making eachother giggle. Rhett closed the door and couldn’t help but grin.

He felt a slim arm wrap around his waist in a sideways hug.

“You love having them here, don’t ya?” Jessie said as she gave him a squeeze.

“Yeah. It brings back a lot of good memories I have with Link. I’m glad our boys get to have them too.”

“You’re so lucky to have him,” she said as she rested her head on his arm.

“Yeah, y’know I was talking in therapy how it’s taken me so long to admit how important Link is to me. I mean.. I…uh…”

“You love him. And I love that you love him,” Jessie responded.

Rhett’s phone rang and he dug it out of his pocket. “Speak of the devil,” he said as he pulled away from Jessie, pacing up and down the hall as he took the call.

“The kids are fine, Link… oh no what’s going on… okay okay slow down brother, what do you need?”

Rhett sighed and looked up at Jessie, his hand cupped over the receiver and whispered, “You okay to handle the boys on your own? Link’s in a jam.”

Jessie rolled her eyes and nodded.

“I’ll be right over,” he said into the phone and hung up.

“Everything alright?” Jessie asked.

“Yeah, Link’s neighbour, y’know Elise? Her husband is out of town and her son’s appendix burst, she’s at the hospital with him and Lily’s emergency babysitting the two younger kids, which leaves Link to have to make a hundred gingerbread cookies for tomorrow and he’s in a state.”

“Oh gosh, don’t let that man bake!” Jessie said with a grin.

“I’d better get over there before the damn house burns down. Don’t wait up,” he said as he kissed her on the cheek and ran downstairs.

The drive to Link’s was a breeze, he could do it in his sleep. Two left turns, down to the end of the cul de sac. Easy. But it was already nine thirty. Normally he’d be watching something on Netflix with Jessie, thinking about going to bed. But he knew he had a long night ahead of him.

He pushed Link’s front door open and entered the foyer where he hung up his jacket.

“DANGIT!” Link exclaimed with a clatter of pans from the kitchen.

Rhett ran in to see Link holding his hand around his red wrist, eyes full of tears as he cursed up a storm.

Rhett grabbed Link’s hand a thrust it under the faucet which he turned as cold as it would go. He held Link’s hand there for a moment until Link nodded. Rhett got a clean tea towel from the drawer and some ice from the fridge. He balled the ice up in the towel, turned off the water, and held the ice to Link’s wrist.

“Better?” Rhett aked.

“Yeah, thanks,” Link sighed. “I was taking a pan of cookies out and hit the upper rack with my wrist.”

“Well, on the bright side, you only broke one cookie and they look pretty good!,” Rhett said as he picked up half of a broken gingerbread man. He blew on it for a few seconds and then took a large chomp out of the cookie. His eyes crossed a little as he looked around for something to spit it into.

“Oh come on! They can’t be that bad!” Link said as Rhett retched into a garbage can.

“Salty…” he whispered, “So salty!” Rhett chugged a glass of water. “Why so salty?!”

“No, that’s not right, there’s only a teaspoon of salt, lemme taste,” Link said, grabbing the cookie Rhett had taken a bite of.

“Nuh-uh,” Link said as he spit his out too.

“You must have mixed up the salt and sugar,” Rhett replied as he chugged another glass.

“Gosh this is hopeless!” Link replied.”Christy has everything in these unmarked bins, I don’t know what’s what! I’m workin’ blind here!”

“Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do,” Rhett said as he smoothed out his beard. “Where’s your recipe?”

Link pointed to a stained piece of paper on the counter.

Rhett muttered to himself as he read the recipe. “This seems straightforward enough. I’m gonna order all new ingredients, get them sent over by Postmates, so we know what everything is.” He pulled out his phone and ordered what they needed along with a few other items he deemed essential.

“Okay, while we wait, I’m gonna clean up so we can start with all clean utensils. First, lemme see your wrist.”

Link sheepishly pulled back the ice bag, and Rhett pressed his index finger on the burn.

“Ouch, Rhett,” Link said softly.

“It’s still hot, put the ice back on. You sit down. Maybe put some music on?”

“Alexa, play Merle Haggard’s Christmas Present,” Link said to the speaker on the kitchen counter.

Merle’s soothing voice began singing, “If We Make it Through December.” Rhett sang along as he filled the sink with soapy water and threw measuring cups and mixing bowls in. He took a cloth and wiped down the large marble kitchen island and swept the floor. In no time the kitchen was sparkling and the Postmates guy had arrived with their order. Link unpacked the bags. Flour, sugar, icing sugar, butter, baking powder, molasses, pasteurized egg whites, cream of tartar, spices, eggs, vanilla, milk, parchment paper, a glass jug of eggnog, and a bottle of rum.

“Really?” Link said, gesturing to the rum and eggnog.

“Look, it’s gonna be a long night, and we’re in need of some good old Christmas cheer,” Rhett said with a grin as he grabbed two glasses from the cupboard.

“I meant really? Rum? Were southern boys, we drink bourbon,” Link said as he pulled a bottle of Southern Comfort out of a high cabinet and handed it to Rhett. “Besides, I had a bad experience with rum once. Remember in college?”

“I remember, you were rough!” Rhett laughed as he poured them both a spiked eggnog and held out his glass. “Dink it,” he said.

“And sink it,” Link said, reluctantly clinked glasses and drank.

Rhett read through the recipe again, muttering to himself. “Alright, doctor, two sticks of butter,” he said, with an outstretched palm.

“Doctor?” Link said as he began to peel the wrapping off the butter.

“STAT!” Rhett said with a grin.

“Alright, doctor,” Link rolled his eyes as he handed the butter off to Rhett.

A few minutes later Rhett shut off the stand mixer and scraped the dough into a ball which he placed on a well floured counter.  He shaped it into a disk and reached for the rolling pin.

“Wait!” Link exclaimed, “Quality control!”

Rhett pinched off a small ball of dough and threw it to Link who popped it in his mouth. A bright grin broke out on his face.

“Good?” Rhett asked as he pulled off a taste for himself. Link nodded.

Rhett rolled out the dough in long strokes until it was the perfect thickness. He tentatively pressed the cookie cutter into the dough. He pulled it up, relieved to see a perfect impression of the gingerbread man in the dough. His tongue stuck out of the corner of his mouth as he slid a spatula under the raw cookie and delicately placed it on the parchment lined sheet. “Phew!” he said, “One down, ninety-nine to go.”

“This is gonna take forever,” Link sighed.

“You keep cutting these out, and I’ll start the next batch of dough,” he said as he tossed the cookie cutter to Link. Before he began the next bach he topped off both of their drinks. Link was right, it was going to be a long night.

Link cut out as many men as he could from the dough then balled up the scraps to reroll it to make more. He pressed the dough into a disk and began to roll it out again with the large wooden rolling pin. “Ugh!” he said as he struggled.

Rhett turned off the stand mixer and moved over to assist Link. “Here, we need to flour your rolling pin so it doesn’t stick,” Rhett said as he reached around Link and held the handle, his hand over Link’s as he liberally applied flour to the pin. He slid his hands past Link’s waist and guided Link’s hands over the handles of the pins and showed him how much pressure to apply and how to get a smooth, even surface. His beard bristled against Link’s ear as he softly said, “Easy now.”

“Like this, Rhett?” Link almost whispered.

“Perfect,” Rhett replied. He couldn’t help but notice how naturally they fit together. How his height allowed him to see clearly over Link’s shoulder, how his arms fit around Link’s slim waist and how their fingers intertwined over the handles of the rolling pin. “You got it,” he said as he pulled his hands away and returned to the mixer.

“How do you know this stuff anyway?” Link asked as he pushed up his glasses with a floured hand. “It’s not like you bake.”

“Nah, but I do watch way too many hours of Food Network,” Rhett said with a wink as he turned out a second batch of dough.

A few minutes later the first batch of cookies were ready to come out of the oven. “Let me do it, I don’t want you to burn yerself again,” Rhett said as he grabbed the oven mitt from Link. Slowly he pulled them out of the oven and placed them on the stove top. “What d’ya think?” He asked.

“They smell great!” Link said cheerfully, “But I don’t know if they’re done?”

“Remember what Josh said? If they look browned they’ll be burnt. Let’s leave them a few minutes to firm up. In the meantime we’ve earned ourselves another drink!”

Link poured this time and quickly they’d downed another spiked eggnog. The cookies cooled and Rhett picked one up. He broke it in half with a satisfying snap and handed half to Link. They both took a bite and grinned at each other at the delicious result.

They developed a system, Rhett made the dough, Link rolled it out and cut it, Rhett pulled them out of the oven and transferred them to cooling racks and they started over again, pausing for another boozy eggnog in between each batch. Soon, all the cookies were done baking and they had over a hundred gingerbread men in front of them to be decorated.

Link poured various candies and sprinkles into small bowls while Rhett mixed up a batch of royal icing. He spooned the thick white cream into a pastry bag, picked it up, and began to pipe decorations onto the first cookie. He squeezed the bag and the icing shot out quicker than he anticipated.

“Arghhhh,” he exclaimed. Link turned around from washing dishes at the sink and grabbed Rhett’s hand, pulling it up to his mouth and licked the icing that was dripping down the side of Rhett’s hand and his wrist.

“Did you really just do that?!” Rhett said, tears forming as he doubled over in laughter.

“Whut ihs thusss?” Link tried to speak with a mouthful of thick icing.

“Mostly egg whites,” Rhett said, laughing even harder.

“Ugh,” Link said as he spat the icing into the garbage and drained his glass of eggnog.

“You licked me!”

“Well, it seemed like the most reasonable thing to do at the time,” Link replied with a toothy grin.

“Gosh you’d think after thirty five years I would have seen that coming.”

“What can I say, Rhett, I’m full of surprises!”

Rhett washed his hands and picked up the icing to try again. This time, with a more delicate touch, he was able to get better control and pipe icing onto various candies which Link affixed to the gingerbread men to dress them up. Gumdrop buttons, silver ball eyes, licorice scarves. They looked adorable. Homemade, very homemade, but adorable.

Two hours and a few more drinks later, they were almost done. Link’s hips swayed along to Merle singing, My Favourite Memory. “There’s a million good times I could dwell on, but you are my favourite memory of all,” he sang as he washed the last few dishes.

“There’s a million good day dreams to dream on, but, baby, you’re my favourite memory of all,” Rhett sang as he decorated the last two gingerbread men. Theses ones were different than the others. One had icing abs and spiky icing hair, the other glasses and cross hatched icing plaid pants. “Look Link, it’s us,” Rhett grinned as he held up the two gingerbread men.

“Well, ain’t we cute,” Link said as he shut off the tap.

“You wanna eat me, or you?” Rhett asked, holding out the cookies.

“Ha! I’m not sure how to answer that? You I guess?” Link said, taking the Rhett cookie.

“Why’d you pick me?” Rhett said as he bit the head off the Link cookie.

“I dunno, practice for the apocalypse I guess when I’ll have to cannibalize you?” Link grinned as he ate a foot. “Dang these are good. Thank you for all your help, Rhett,” he said. “Crap it’s two in the mornin’. We can leave the rest of the dishes till tomorrow. I just remembered the guest room has no clean sheets right now. You wanna sleep on the couch or with me?”

“You, I guess. Be like our sleepovers we used to have ‘round Christmas time as kids.”

Link yawned and nodded. The pair made their way upstairs. Rhett had a toothbrush in the spare room from times when he’d be there working late so he brushed his teeth and washed his face. He pulled off his jeans and sweatshirt and padded down the plush hallway carpeted in his boxers and black v-neck t-shirt. He crawled into bed and assumed the usual rigid position he took when sleeping with Link, flat on his back to minimize contact.

A few minutes later, after completing his rigorous nighttime routine, Link crawled into bed. “Night brother, thanks again, you really saved me. I just want this Christmas to be so special. Our first Christmas in Los Angeles and all.”

“Happy to help. Hey… Link… ” Rhett whispered but before he could say what he wanted to, Link began to lightly snore.

A few minutes later Link’s arm was around Rhett’s waist, as he slept with reckless abandon. Normally Rhett would gently reposition Link’s arm so they weren’t cuddling. Maybe it was all the bourbon, or the Christmas spirit, or just the fact that he’d finally admitted to himself how important to him Link was, but he left it there.

For so many years of bed sharing he’d always fought Link’s touch but there was a niceness to it. This was their first Christmas away from home, but here, with his grey haired best friend nuzzling into his chest, he knew home wasn’t North Carolina, or Los Angeles or anywhere in between. Link was his home.

He sighed and breathed in the unmistakably earthy, clean smell that defined Link,and the lingering smell of molasses and bourbon. It was almost more intoxicating than the alcohol. For the first time he let his arm wrap around Link’s back and pull him closer. He swore he could feel Link’s lips curled into a smile against his chest as Link sighed contently and snuggled deeper. Rhett smiled too as he drifted off to sleep with his best friend in his arms.

Rhett woke up with the sun streaming through the California shutters in Link’s bedroom. It took him a few to seconds to remember he was at Link’s and it was Link wrapped up in his arms, a leg casually thrown over his, Link’s grey hair a mess under Rhett’s chin. Rhett smiled and gave Link a gentle squeeze. Maybe if things had gone differently in high school or college, or maybe if they’d grown up somewhere other than rural North Carolina, this would be how he would wake up every day, with Link in his arms. But that would be another Rhett in another universe. He was just grateful for all the things he did have. To be able to spend all day with Link, to build a business and live their childhood dreams.

“Hey,” Link said softly. He looked up at Rhett, his eyes impossibly blue without his glasses. “Uh, sorry for all the cuddling… awkward,” Link said as he pulled his leg off Rhett’s.

“No worries,” Rhett said, his arms still wrapped around Link.

“Wanna go get breakfast at the diner? My treat for all your help?” Link asked.

“Sure, can… can we stay here a little while longer?” Rhett asked.

“Sure, brother,” Link said, his head rested on Rhett’s chest again. “Hey Rhett, it’s Christmas Eve! Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas, Link. Love you, brother,” he said as he gave Link a squeeze.

“Love you too, Rhett,” Link replied as his arm wrapped around his waist again, with a knowing squeeze. In a few hours the kids would come home, and Link would go to the airport to pick up Christy. There would be church and presents and Christmas excitement, but right now it was just Rhett and Link. They closed their eyes and both dozed off again, stealing one more hour together.

[cellard0ors]

#16 for the one word prompts! Would love rhink, but any pairing you want to write! ❤️

Sorry this took a bit, anon. I knew exactly what I wanted to do with this prompt, but had to look up info on it! 😆

So here it is! The word prompt was theory.

Four Minutes

"Hey, so have you ever heard of this intimacy exercise with the eye contact thing?"

"Eye contact thing?" Rhett repeats the last part of Link's question, turning his office chair to give him a look that speaks to how strange that ask is.

Link is undettered, "Yeah, it's a theory where you make eye contact with someone for four minutes and it's supposed to make you fall in love or feel more connected to the person you're staring at. You can asks questions too, but I was more interested in what would happen if you do it in silence."

"Planning on doing it with Christy later?"

"Maybe..." Link says, but in that shifty way that tells Rhett he was thinking about someone else entirely, his toying with his bottom lip confirming it.

Rhett's eyebrows rise as he asks incredulously, "You want to do it with me?"

Link blushes and blusters, "I-?! What?! Psh! NO. Don't-don't be ridiculous, man..."

But it's too late. Rhett having picked up on Link's true reason for bringing this up, "So, what? You think this'd be a good idea for the show?"

Link murders some more denials, but Rhett starts bobbing his head as if Link's responses are the opposite, "Okay, brother. Let's try it."

"I-?! No, didn't I just say-?!"

"You said a lotta bull," Rhett confirms and moves his chair closer to Link's. They're in their office at the studio and no one from the staff is here. When they pitch ideas back and forth, this is the best place and time to do so, apart from when they're at the creative house.

Rhett tugs on Link's chair, wheeling his friend close and carefully turning him so they face one another, "Come on, it's clear you wanna try this with me. I'm cool. We'll try it and probably become even better friends - if that's even at all possible..."

Link starts twitching and looking nervous, "Oh! Um. Well..."

Rhett sets his watch's timer and then looks at Link, "Alright, ready?"

"I...? Ah...?"

Rhett clicks the timer to start, the watch making a notable beep as he looks up at Link, "Look at me, Neal."

Forcing Link into this might be a little crass, but Rhett knows when and when not to push his pal. Link wants to conduct this experiment with him, even if he won't admit it. So, best to just get it out of the way so they can go back to focusing on their work

Besides, maybe it would be a good idea for the show.

Rhett and Link hold one another's eyes.

Time ticks by and neither speaks. At the beginning, their lips occasionally twitch, as if they can't help themselves from smiling, the whole thing a bit awkward.

At first. But as one minute rolls into the next, Rhett finds himself just... looking. People have commented on Link's eyes before and with good reason. They're a unique kind of blue. A cross between sky and ocean and rare flowers that grow in the wilderness.

And as Rhett looks at him, really looks at him, he finds himself... wanting to look away. Because this is too much. He's feeling... something and that something is too much.

It's as if a bubble of pressure is forming in his ribcage, making it hard to breathe, squeezing on his heart and is he having some kind of attack? One of panic or a stroke or-?

And it suddenly occurs to him that this was a bad idea. A terrible idea. He normally avoids these things as much as possible. These things that force him to be vulnerable and make him acknowledge his inner feelings and...

Is the timer ever going to go off?

It has to. It needs to. And soon, because crazy, radical ideas are spiraling through Rhett's head. Stupid notions like how he would survive without Link - no, how he can't survive without Link and how Link means so much to him, more than anybody and how he loves him and how that love is more than he thinks it is, how it's always danced on this edge and how he's done everything within his power to ignore that and to hammer home how anything with Link beyond pure friendship is insane.

Because he's never even once thought about it. Or, better to say, he's never even once allowed himself think about it, because if he does (like he's doing right now) it's a slippery slope and he doesn't want to think about it, recognize it, because doing so will no doubt open himself up to a world of hurt and pain and if that world rolls over into Link's and Link is hurt because of Rhett...

... better to think it repulsive, better to think it something he doesn't want to do, doesn't need to experience, better to think-!

The timer beeps.

Link blinks and lets out a shaky breath, "Well! That was-!"

Whatever Link planned on saying is lost in a choked noise of confusion as Rhett surges forward and kisses him

He captures Link's face in his hands, angles his head and presses their lips together and Link's exhalation of sound allows Rhett's tongue to enter. Rhett glides his tongue along Link's and Link's...answers.

It takes a minute or two, but it does. It rouses like a bear from hybernation, slow and languid at first, confused at this awakening of action. But then it grows bolder, surging deeper and his hands find Rhett's shoulders, his long hair, clings and pulls and they wrap themselves around one another for several minutes (much longer than four) kissing and kissing and kissing.

They kiss as if they don't need to breathe, as if they don't need oxygen, they need nothing past one another. The office is sheer silence past their meeting lips and, when they finally part, that silence is shattered by their deep dragging pants, their foreheads pressing together, Link whispering, "Oh. I-I see..."

"Yeah..." Rhett returns quietly and their little four minute experiment has suddenly become a lot more serious, more dangerous, than either of them anticipated.

[watermelonrandom]

Rhink: Rhett’s fight tactic

*This is based off what Rhett revealed in the interview with Larry King. So he actually does this! All my fanfic dreams coming true.❤️

Link: “No!!!!” Link sat in his office chair and spun around to face Rhett.

Rhett: “What do you mean No?!?!”

Link: “NO!!! No as in NO. I am not doing that?!?!”

Rhett: “Errrrrr! Why do you have to make things so difficult?!?!!!”

Link: “Maybe if you don’t come up with such stupid ideas, I wouldn’t?!?” Link waved his arms in angst.

Rhett: “Your so annoying!”

Link: “Oh IM ANNOYING!!!! Your the annoying one! Your the one who is always messing up!!”

Link took off his glasses and threw them down on the desk. He glared at Rhett waiting for him to respond back. He raised an eyebrow when Rhett didn’t. Rhett calmly stood up and slowly walked towards Link. Link stood up. His hands started shaking. He had no idea what Rhett was going to do. Should he punch him? He and Rhett have never really fought before. Rhett towered over Link.

Did he somehow get taller? Link wondered.

Rhett pushed Link to the ground. Link fell with a quick gasp. Rhett got one his knees and climbed over Link. He collapsed on him. His chest covering Link’s face.

Rhett: “I’m dead” He said plainly.

Link: “gehghhghw” His voice muffled by Rhett to top of him.

Rhett: “What was that?” Said Rhett who was smirking.

Link: “ghhghhghghgh”

Rhett: “Oh did you say you want me to stay like this? Okay! What ever makes you happy!”

Link erupted in muffled protests. He wiggled underneath Rhett. Rhett chuckled lightly, comforted by the fact that he was stronger that Link.

Rhett: “Listening?”

Link: .......

Rhett: “Okay...I’ll take that as a yes. I am sorry that I said that you make everything difficult. It’s just that sometimes it can be hard to work with you I know that you can’t help it. It’s who you are.”

Link: “mmmmbdhc”

Rhett moved slightly over to uncover Link’s face. Link gasped for air. Then he looked Rhett in the eye.

Link: “I’m sorry too”

Rhett:” Thank you” Rhett said with a nod.

Rhett got off Link and stood up. He casually walked back to his desk and sat down. Link stayed on the ground still in shock and breathing quickly. He looked up at Rhett with a confused look on his face.

Rhett turned back to him; “What?”

Link: “Nothing, I just can’t believe that we got over a fight by you laying on top of me, while I suffocated.”

Rhett: “We’ve done weirder things” He said with a shrug.

He turned back around and started working again. Link sighed and layed back down.

By: rhinkfanfink

*sorry that the beginning fight was stupid. You can just imagine a better one. 😑

❤️

[stepsonsilco]

I’m sorry that is happening to you. I followed you for Rhink content back when you had your old name. I don’t know anything about Loki or Mobius (pls forgive me if I didn’t spell his name right). I’ve seen a lot of them on my dash lately, but I just scroll past them. I’m not trying to ignore you or anyone else, but it’s just not something that I am interested in, you know? Anyway, maybe other people are in the same boat, especially if you still have a lot of Rhinky followers? Either way, I hate that you feel bad and like you’ve been voted off the island. I hope lots of people who are into Lokius will start talking to you soon and new people will find your blog, follow, and enjoy getting to know you! Try not to let if bother you too much, if you can help it. I know it’s hard to feel that way and I’m sending you hugs. Maybe it’s just as simple as it being a slow time right now, with lots of people busy going back to work and school or something, and things will pick up again soon. You’re very likable and a great addition to any fandom! Best wishes! 💖 anon

Thanks anon ^^

Yah, a fact I honestly didn't really think of is the fact that most of my followers are part of different Fandom, ones that Im not really in, or just don't interact with much.. I suppose it's partly my own fault for expecting the same kind of response and interactions as what I had when I was in the rhink Fandom... I definitely cannot compare it to now, cause it will depress me😂 I was relatively popular in that Fandom, so compared to now, it makes sense I'm feeling a bit meh over my current lack of interactions... Tbh, I've had time to just chill out and think, and I neeeeeed to take a sort of break from Tumblr, cause I can not afford to be getting emotional over this app. Like. It's too much, and a clear sign I need a bit of a break. So don't worry ^^, I still love my rhink mutuals, and I love all my new mutuals too ^^

Sorry for being melodramatic... I barely ever am, so I think I'm allowed the odd drama every now and then🙄🙄🙈🙈😂

[remembertherandler]

So I want to try to start writing and I figured doing little fics would maybe be a good intro. Do you have any tips to getting started? I have only written school papers so I don't know if I'm any good yet

Hello!!!

I’m so glad to hear that you want to give writing a try. I think that it is a great way to express your creativity and participate in creating the fics you want to see in the world! 

I started writing fic about a 18 months ago (this is my first real fandom experience) and this place has been overwhelmingly supportive. When I jumped into this fandom I lurked for quite a while and then dove in head first, consuming content like a hungry beast and reading so much fic I barely slept. Then came the writing, and I was in a similar situation as you are. Not a lot of writing experience outside of school assignments and wanting to give it a try. 

My advice for others looking to write is always, at its heart, simple: Write. 

I’m not sure if there’s any “right” way, but I can certainly share my experience.

Finding Inspiration:When I started I just let my mind wander (usually after watching an episode of GMM) let my imagination take over where the cameras stop. What happens before? What happens after? Why was he acting like that? What would Rhett say after Link did that? Those kinds of questions fueled my early one shots. 

Technical Skills: I am still learning, and I’m sure that never stops, but familiarizing myself with the basics in writing and formatting dialogue was important for improving readability. I think what really helped me turn the corner here was finding myself a beta reader that I trusted and respected and that wanted to help. I’ve learned so much and I know that I am a better writer as a result. 

BETA READERS ARE THE BEST. 

Resources: 

Thesaurus: Dude. Let me just tell you how much I use a thesaurus. A lot. But don’t get thesaurus syndrome. Because sometimes “quick” outdoes “perfunctory”. Know what I mean? 

Ngram: If you are writing period peices and you want to find out about language use of the time. This is your dearest friend. Big thanks to @thegreyhenley for directing me here. I was a lost lamb.

Fellow Shippers: These people know EVERYTHING. I swear. If you are looking for clarification on timelines, names, the colour of Link’s third cousin’s cat’s eyes…. these people KNOW. It is a gift and it helps to make your fic as accurate as possible and to include canon details that make your work more authentic. 

Motivation: Getting started, it can be overwhelming, especially now that the fandom has grown and there are so many people writing such amazing content. Don’t allow yourself to get discouraged. Readers will find you if you create work for them to find. 

Your primary motivation to write should come from within, and it seems as though that is the case for you. Write for you. Write because you need to tell your story. Write because it brings you joy. As soon as you start reading for views and reviews, you’ve lost the spark that fuels the good stuff ;)

Promotion and tumbling:Don’t be afraid to promote your writing. Share it on your blog (if you have one). Having a tumblr account associated with your AO3 account makes you more accessible to your readers who sometimes like to reach out here about content posted there. In addition, it allows you to connect and communicate with not only readers, but other writers! 

This fandom is very supportive of its writers and are happy to share links and read fic that is being promoted here on tumblr, and I am certain you will be happily welcomed into the fold of Rhink fic writers :) 

Tips and Tricks: Tumblr is full of awesome posts for writers. I have a tag for writing resources you can check out if you like. HERE. 

I hope this was helpful and I can’t wait to see what you’ve got up your sleeves!

MUCH LOVE AND HAPPY WRITING!!!

RTR