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inkandpen22 · 3 years

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The Princess and The Pogue (Pt. 8)

Pairing: JJ x Female!Reader / Topper x Female!Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: smut, swearing, underage drinking, drugs

Part Summary: Y/N must attend the dinner her parents planned. After, she and Topper attend Kelce’s party.

A/N: not proof read bc school is life rn but I wanna keep updating. ALSO DANG TOPPER IS SPICY IN THIS!!!!

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Your dad hands the keys over to the valet as the other Club worker opens your car door and offers you his hand. You accept, slipping out of the SUV gracefully. Rhett meets you, offering you his arm for which you take and follow him inside.

"I can't breathe," you inhale shapely.

"Hot?" Your brother guesses as he buttons up his blazer.

"No, this satin dress doesn't give at all and Mom made me get a size smaller because she thought it made me look thinner," you grumble, tugging at the unforgiving fabric.

"She's probably just trying to punish you because of the whole diabolical with Crystal," he points out.

"Oh, I know she is, she hates that some of her and Dad's friends saw it. They wouldn't shut up about it when I got home," you whisper between the two of you as you cross the threshold into the Club.

You stop in the lobby with your parents a few feet ahead at the hostess podium with Sarah's parents and Topper's mom. You spot Rafe at the bar with a scotch in hand, Sarah nowhere to be seen. If she managed to get out of this dinner you'll be royally pissed, mainly jealous.

"Where were you last night anyway?" Rhett’s brows scrunch together.

"After Topper dropped me off I went over to Sarah's," you lie without a hint of hesitation.

"What?" He frowns in confusion. "But after lunch Rafe, Kelce, and I went back to his house? Rafe said Sarah was with that John B kid.”

"Yeah, I picked Sarah up before you guys got there and we hung out for a little bit. After, I dropped her off at John B's," you conjure up as you go.

"So then where did you sleep?" Rhett inquires, pressing further.

"On Mars, Rhett!” You snap, much to your brother’s surprise. “Jesus, Mary, and the damn camel," you curse under your breath.

"Why do you swear all of a sudden? It's not polite, especially in this setting," he hisses between his teeth, checking around for any prying eyes.

"Because maybe I've lost my marbles or PMSing, you pick," you bite back quietly.

"Whatever, I'm going to go grab a drink," he huffs, holding his hands up in surrender. "You should do the same," he suggests before disappearing toward the bar and lounge.

You linger in your spot, observing your fellow Kooks go about their business in their fancy dinner attire. You honestly wonder if some of them ever leave the Club or if they keep closets in the locker rooms.

“One gin and tonic,” Topper announces as he appears beside you with two glasses.

“God, I love you," you mumble, taking the drink from him and immediately taking a sip.

He rubs his hand up and down your bare arm. “You seem tense."

“I’m practically in a corset!" You roll your eyes.

“You look amazing,” he compliments with a charming smile.

“Thanks...” You sigh, unsure of where you two stand.

After this afternoon, after... well... everything said, you don't know the dynamic between you and Topper. Despite the uncertainty, you still depend on him to get you through this dinner. You feel as though your only friends at the table are Topper and Sarah, and even those two don't like each other.

“Geez Topper...” You huff in disapproval.

“Sorry! But you gotta admit it’s not exactly the Four Seasons...” He chuckles.

“Hey Y/N!” Sarah greets, appearing from the bathroom. “Where did you get here?”

“Minutes ago and I’m already over it,” you grumble.

“If you need a ride to John B’s, he’s picking me up after,” she offers.

You exhale deeply, glancing between her and Topper, unsure of what to say. Yes, you have plans with JJ, but you also aren’t confident in speaking about it in front of Topper.

“Yeah, I’ll think about it. I might want to run home first or something,” you satisfy her and remain vague.

“Topper! Y/N! Sarah!” Your dad waves you guys over as the hostess prepares to seat you all.

“I’ll see you guys out there, I’m going to grab a drink!” Sarah announces before dismissing herself.

You and Topper begin toward the doors leading out to the patio, a few yards behind your families.

“Kelce is after a party later, would you maybe wanna come with me?” Topper offers with a smirk.

“I’m supposed to..." You catch yourself before you mention JJ. "Maybe for a little bit.”

“You’re supposed to meet him?” Topper predicts correctly, making you awkwardly take a sip of your drink and avoid his gaze. “Maybe if you drink enough you’ll start seeing two and The Cut wouldn’t look like utter shit," Topper insults passive-aggressively.

“I’ll come and have a drink, but that’s all!" You agree to go with Topper to the Kelce's reluctantly. "I don’t want anything that Rafe has up his sleeve.”

“Noted," Topper gives you a reassuring smile.

"Wait," you halt, giving Topper's arm a slight squeeze. You feel the overwhelming need to speak with Topper for a second before you all gather around a table like one big interconnected family. "Do you know?”

“About what?” The boy frowns in confusion. You glance over at your family anxiously, watching everyone disappear onto the patio outside. Topper takes your hand in his and turns to you. “Y/N, what is it?”

“That our parents practically have the wedding favors picked out," you rush out nervously, unable to fully believe that this is your reality.

Topper exhales deeply, his eyes falling to the floor. He does know. “My mom has made some interesting passive comments lately," he nods. "I suspected but I wasn’t positive.”

“My mom spoke to me before we got here," you describe, checking around the room for any eavesdroppers. "She wanted me to gloat, hang on you, and basically show the Camerons that we’re... I don’t even know...” You shake your head frantically.

“Together,” Topper finishes your sentence.

“It sounds so ancient but ‘promised to each other,’" you explain in greater detail. "It’s insane! I mean, we’re only in high school!”

"You don’t have to do anything!” He comes up with a game plan to get you both through the evening. “Let’s just continue as we have been. They’ll be satisfied and we won’t be losing our willpower.”

“Okay,” you swallow hard with a faint nod.

“It’ll be okay," Topper reaches up and cups your cheek comfortingly, peering into your eyes. He leans forward, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.

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Well into the evening, Kelce's house is packed to the brim with teenage Kooks and some tourons that snuck their way in. Music blasts from the speakers in the ceiling and water from the pool are scattered across the tile living room. Everyone's in their bathing suits, traveling in and out of the water. Cups litter the floor and various conversations overwhelm the ears. On the balcony, you find yourself leaning against the railing watching people jump off the roof into the pool below as Topper does lines with Rafe on the coffee table just a few feet away. Your bare stomach exposed by your bikini presses against the cool glass railing, keeping you awake.

"Come on, Princess!" Rafe waves you over, overtly intoxicated. "Got enough for you!"

“I don’t want anything Rafe!” You remind him.

“You will," he chuckles, not believing you for a second. "Once you start drinking you always do. You could just skip the innocent act and let yourself go.”

Topper rises from his seated position and walks over to join you. He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side as he leans against the rail. He sniffs a few times, making sure all of the coke remains inside.

“One more drink and we’re leaving,” you tell Topper quietly between the two of you.

"I know," he nods, planting a kiss on your temple. “We’ll go.”

You turn toward, peering down at the people as they mess around in the pool. Topper stands behind you, his arms gripping the railing on either side of you. His chest presses to your back as he leans down and plants a kiss to your neck. You tilt your head to the side, granting him better access, causing him to smile against your skin. You’re not sure why you get this way with him when you drink. You’ve thought it over a million times over the years. Is it because it’s what you soberly want but are too afraid to admit? Or, is it because it’s a way to let go? Either way, you and Topper become insufferable whenever you two get too deep, which why you refuse to do anything. If you get any deeper... well... Bermuda is a prime example.

1 hour later....

The drinks slip by you and you quickly lose track of the number. Tequila shots, margarita mix, gin, and coke, everything's mixed. The music has become louder, the colored lights have become brighter, your senses are doing their best to remain active, but your mind is fading. You love this feeling, not having a care in the world. The weight that your parents have placed on your shoulders has long disappeared. Half an hour ago, you and Topper were sharing a joint with Kelce on the roof and now you two are caught in a beer pong tournament.You're slowly starting to lose interest in the game, eager to jump off the roof into the pool as you've seen daredevils do all night.

"Come on, Top! Please!" You tug on the boy's arm, pleading with him again to jump off the roof with you.

He does his best to focus on the game at hand, the ball in his hand to take a shot. He squeezes your hand and brings it to his lips for a quick peck. "One second, Baby."

Drunkenly, you rest your forehead against his bicep, waiting for him to take his shot. Topper tosses the ball, making it into the final cup and the rules call for no redemption.

“We win!” Topper cheers, causing you to lift your head. Again! The champions!”

“Woohoo!” You giggle, raising your cup in the air.

Topper wraps his arms around your waist and picking you up. You wrap your legs around his waist as he spins you. He tilts his head back, exposing his sharp jawline as he peers up at you. Staring into his eyes, you two are so immersed in each other that you get carried away and your lips meet. Neither of you is in the right mind to comprehend it, but this is a pattern. You two get intoxicated on a mixture of alcohol and drugs and your natural touchy friendship gets an intensity boost.

Kelce whistles at the sight of you, urging you guys on. “They act like they’re not together, then they do that!” He not so well whispers to Rafe.

"Same shit, different night," Rafe grumbles, clearly jealous. He silently wishes he was Topper. He would give anything to have a chance with you. “I wonder how Rhett would feel learning his sister is a slut for his best friend.”

Kelce shoves him on the shoulder. “Don’t be an ass. Besides, Rhett knows Topper has a thing for her.”

“But does Y/N have a thing for him or is it just sex?” Rhett challenges, watching you two and hating it.

Topper lets you down as your lips part. His hands slip down your waist to rest on your ass, giving it a slight squeeze. You bite down on your lower lip, your attention on Topper's smirk.

“Hey Top!" Rafe pulls Topper's attention and tosses him a metal canister. "For you my friend!"

Topper pops open the old Altoids container to reveal a pile of color tabs. "Aw no," Topper laughs, tossing his head back.

“Woah woah woah!" You place your hand over Topper's before has the chance to even think about taking anything. You glare at Rafe, "what is that?”

“Candy,” Rafe snickers sarcastically. He rises from his seat position and stands before you, taking the tin from Topper. “Here take one," the boy offers with raised brows.

You push the container back to Rafe. “No, I said I didn’t want to do anything tonight!”

Beside you, Topper reaches into the container, selects a square piece carefully with the provided tweezers, and places the rainbow paper on his tongue.

“Try it, Princess,” Rafe pressures with a smirk.

You glance between Rafe and Topper. The blonde gives you a wink. "You'll feel good," he assures you, rubbing his hand up and down your spine slowly.

You think it over for a second to the best of your ability. You said you wouldn't do anything hard tonight, but you also don't want to sober up anytime soon. You feel too good. You wish you felt this way all the time. You love yourself when you're carefree. On a whim, you give in and pick up the tweezers to select a piece. You place the bit on your tongue, earning a mischievous smirk from Rafe and words from approval from Topper. You don't know much about what Rafe does, but you know from watching that it takes a while for stuff like this to kick in, so you wait.

Thirty minutes later...

After taking swim minutes ago, you and Topper seek some privacy away from the party antics to dry off. You two travel up to the third floor of the house in the dark, this part of the house practically untouched by the people below. You shuffle along the floor in the hall in search of the balcony. You nearly trip of the runner, but Topper catches you by the waist.

“Oh shit!” You gasp. Abruptly, Topper squats down and tucks his arm under your legs. You fly up and he begins to carry you bridal style. “Topper!” You giggle.

“Like a proper princess, let me carry you up the tower!” He jokes.

“You’re ridiculous!” You laugh as Topper navigates his way through Kelce's room toward the screen door leading outside.

You tilt your head back, letting your hair flow as Topper carries you out onto the balcony. The night breeze and salty scent of the ocean fill your senses. Whatever Rafe gave you is immaculate. You've never felt so connected to the world before. Suddenly, Topper releases you, letting you fall onto one of those massive round loungers with a squeal. You lay back onto the lounger, pondering the sensation of the soft fabric beneath you.

“You’re exquisite,” Topper admires, towering over you with a gawking look on his face.

You prop yourself up on your elbows with a smirk. "You too."

Topper plops down beside you, sliding to be close to your side. His fingertips glide up and down your arm. “How are you feeling?”

Your eyes fall shut with a grin. “Like I’m on a cloud," you describe in a whisper as you ponder the sensation of his warm fingers on your cool skin. “You feel on fire. So warm...”

“Do you like it?” He asks in a whisper and you can feel the warm breath wave over your cheek.

You hum, focusing on every detail of his touch. You exhale deeply as Topper brushes his lips across your collar bone and planting a kiss on your skin.

“Do you regret us?” He whispers. You don't see it, but Topper watches you intently with a softly broken expression. He hopes you don't. God, does he want to beg you to be his, only his.

You shake your head, breathless. "No."

Glad to say the least, Topper moves his attention to your neck, kissing and sucking hard on the sensitive skin. His hand roams your waist down to your inner thigh, making you inhale sharply. Your back arches off the lounger and toward his hand between your legs. You crave to feel more of him.

“Are you sure?” He checks quietly in your ear.

“Yes,” you exhale, too overwhelmed by the pleasure growing inside you to focus on his questions.

As you kisses Topper, you chase the sensation he’s giving you. You're addicted to the way he makes you feel. Topper's lips travel down from your jawline to your chest. The memories of winter break, Bermuda, every intense moment you and Topper have ever shared are your driving force right now. As Topper leaves a trail of affection down your collarbone to your chest, he begins to untie your bikini. Then, your thoughts fixate on JJ. His face flickers across your mind. Physically, you want Topper, but all you can think about is JJ. You wonder where he is, what he's doing, if he's thinking about you.

You're so far into your own thoughts that your body goes through the motions subconsciously. You're partially distracted by your thoughts of JJ, but the drugs and alcohol also cloud your mind. You're not entirely sure how things escalated, but deep down you're not shocked. It's you and Topper, you've never been fully satisfied when it comes to one another. You can't help but to feel everything, pondering the glorious and overwhelming pleasure as Topper thrusts into you.

You bite down on her lip, restricting yourself from accidentally whispering JJ’s name. “Topper,” you pant, focusing.

“Say it again, Beautiful,” Topper pants, planting a kiss to your chest as he picks up his pace.

“Please Topper,” you whisper breathlessly.

“God, you’re so perfect,” he grunts, finding himself getting closer with each syllable leaving your lips.

Topper is your greatest addiction. He’s everything you're supposed to want. He’s utterly devoted to you and secretly you crave his attention. You roll your hips, making him go deeper inside of you, much to his surprise.

“Fuck Y/N,” he moans in your ear.

“Holy shit,” you mutter uncontrollably.

“You always feel so good," Topper swallows hard. "I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you.”

Your nails graze down his back, knowing how much he loves that. “Keep going, I’m so close,” you plead, needing him closer though you know that's impossible.

“That’s it, Beautiful," Topper guides. "Cum for me,” he demands more than requests.

“Yes, Topper!" You moan, chasing the high. "Yes!”

“You’re gonna make me cum,” Topper whispers against the skin of your neck and planting a kiss on your jawline.

He lifts his head, meeting your gaze. The moment is intimate and draws you two together. You nod, staring into his eyes. “Cum for me."

You feel Topper finish inside you, a sensation you've experienced almost a dozen times, but it's never enough. Knowing that you can make Topper feel so free and satisfied sometimes keeps you awake at night. Topper settles down on the lounger next to you, panting.

You glance at one another, meeting each other's gaze as you catch your breath. You two laugh, in disbelief of what just occurred.

“Wow!” Topper chuckles.

You raise your brows, in awe. “I know."

“And I thought we wouldn’t outdo Bermuda,” he recalls.

“I swear Bermuda was the Twilight Zone or something," you giggle. "I only remember flashes of it.”

Topper's eyes grow wide and he places his hand over yours. “Do you remember when we found Rafe with that Brazilian chick!”

“Oh my God!" You gasp, turning onto your side to face him. "They were on that nasty leather couch that Kelce spilled the grenadine all over!”

“We were off our asses most of the time,” Topper remembers, pulling you into his side. His arm wraps around you like a protective blanket.

“Facts, we didn’t see Rafe or Kelce for most of it," you add with a snicker. "I think my brother slept out by the pool every night."

“I honestly don’t even remember Rhett after the plane landing," Topper confesses, his eyes flicker up to the stary sky. "Plane lands, a week goes by no recollection of Rhett, see Rhett on the plane.”

“You’re kidding!” You gasp.

“Dead serious! I swear we left him at the airport,” Topper elaborates with a wide grin.

“He carried you home from the bar that third night!” You remind him.

His eyes grow wide, utterly surprised. “I thought that was you!”

“How could it have been me?!” You swiftly counter, laughing harder than you have in a while.

“That’s why I was so confused!” He reasons.

“You’re insane!” You struggle to say between fits of laughter.

You two share in your laughter, not having had a moment like this in a while. You guys have had so much going on that the last time you truly felt at peace together and free to let go was Bermuda. Had you known that coming home would've meant the end of your two's peace of mind, you're not sure if you would've left. You rest your cheek against his chest, settling in comfortably.

“I’ve missed this. I’ve missed us this way,” he confesses softly.

“I forgot how good it could be,” you admit with a content smile.

Topper glides his fingertips up and down your spine. “Well, I guess that proves it then.”

You lift your head, resting your chin on his chest to meet his gaze. “Proves what?”

“It’s JJ,” Topper sighs, giving you a knowing look.

Your brows scrunch together in confusion. Swiftly, you shuffle through your memories of minutes before, did you say JJ's name? You're almost certain you didn't. You did everything in your power not to. “What do you mean?”

“I can tell," he shrugs, bringing a hand up to brush your hair away from your face. "It felt great but also different than before. I knew when I had you. I don’t anymore.”

Your eyes fall to your hand resting on his chest, avoiding his gaze. He caresses your cheek lovingly, despite knowing the truth. “I’m sorry, Topper...” you mumble, full of guilt.

“It’s okay," he tries to reassure you. "You can love two people at the same time, just in their own way.”

"I just..." you sit up, frustrated and unable to fully put into words what you're struggling with. Topper sits up beside you, rubbing your back. "When I'm with JJ I'm this one person and when I'm with you I'm completely different! I'm not sure which one is the real me."

"You don't have to have all answers, just take it day by day," he advises reasonably. "Right now, let's just forget everything else and be here. Nothing can bother us here."

You exhale deeply and Topper guides you to lay back down. You two stare up at the sky in each other's arms, the faint sounds of the party below not invading either of your minds. The warm night's air breezes by, coating you in a shield of peace.

“Do you think ten years from now we’ll still be doing this?” Topper wonders.

“Kinda wanna be married by then,” you giggle.

“I know, I’d be your side hoe,” he clarifies.

You swat him on the arm. “Topper!”

“What!” He laughs.

“You can’t plan on cheating on your future wife!” You argue playfully.

“But it’s you, you don’t count!" He reasons. "It’s the Y/N Hall Pass. My wife is wife, obviously my life partner, but you’re... well you’re you," he adds gently, unsure how to describe it.

“Wow, that’s real flattering,” you joke.

“You know what I mean!" He rolls his eyes but struggles to hide his amusement. "You know that movie you made me watch last month uh... My Best Friend’s Wedding!” He remembers. You hum, of course, you do, you love that movie. Topper continues, “well, you’re my Julia Roberts.”

“You want me to try to break up your wedding?” You question, wondering where he's going with this.

“No, no! Well... if you really think she’s not the one but that’s beside the point," he shakes his head. "I’m talking about what Cameron Diaz said in that elevator scene.”

“He’s got you on a pedestal and me in his arms,” you quote, predicting his intention.

Topper tucks his finger under your chin, making you lift your head to meet his gaze. His eyes pour into yours with such intensity, you know he means whatever he's going to say with the utmost certainty. “No one can compete with you, Y/N. Whoever I end up marrying, if I end marrying anyone, they’ll have to be okay that.”

You lean forward, gently pressing a kiss to Topper's lips. You're not sure if it'll be your last one, but either way, it reminds you of a farewell or closing note. Topper deepens the kiss, bringing his hand to the back of your head, pulling you in. It carries more passion and longing than any other kiss you two have shared, and you've kissed a lot over the years.

After a couple of minutes under the stars, you and Topper agree that it's time to return to the party before anyone comes searching for you.

"Wasn't a bad last hoorah if you ask me," Topper concludes as he helps you tie up your top.

You spin on your heels to face him, bringing your arms to rest on his shoulders. "We really went out with a bang, pun intended."

"If he ever breaks your heart, I'm first in line," he winks, bringing his hands to your waist.

You lift your hand to his cheek, caressing his cheekbone with your thumb. "I want you to be happy, even if that's not with me."

He scoffs, holding back his emotions. "Why does it feel like we're breaking up?" He tries to laugh it off.

"In a way, we are..." You admit, causing Topper to look at you with surprise. He hadn't expected you to agree, though deep down, he hoped you would.

He slips his head to the side and presses a kiss to your palm before lowering your hand to rest within his. "I'm slowly coming to terms that it may not be you, though I always imagined it was. I sorta feel like I'm starting from scratch. Whenever I envisioned my future, it was with you. Now, the face is blank. I have no idea what's going to happen," he confesses with a breathless laugh, a hint of worry behind the sound.

"How exciting!" You encourage.

"Always the optimist," Topper chuckles, before draping an arm across your shoulders and guiding you toward the doors. "Us ending up together would've been too easy anyway. I hate being predictable," he frowns in disgust.

"Agreed, far too simple," you nod.

Topper pauses before the door leading out to the hallway. Once you two leave the safety of the third floor, this time you've had alone will be over. Things will never be the same once you close this chapter. Topper peers down at you, longing to tell you. “You know I’ll always be there for you, right?”

You nod slowly, certain of his words. “Me too, Topper.”

He leans down, planting a long kiss on your forehead and you can feel the struggle behind the action. Everything about this is bittersweet. “I love you."

“I love you too," you whisper.

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becausethathappens · 2 years

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I wonder how many times I can read through your entire AO3 works before it becomes too much? I could read and reread and reread everything you have contributed to this fandom over and over and over again. I still will NEVER be over Link pressing the valentine to Rhett's chest! GEEZ! You have contributed so many amazing stories! I am voracious for your words! Lots of love!

- A VERY BIG Fan

Oh, gosh, anon, PLEASE, this is so generous and motivating!

I remember your other messages (if this is the same person or someone equally as kind) and I'm so excited to post more very soon. I have a Very Sad Thing that I want to cushion with some fun nonsensical romps so people aren't like... always exhausted after reading my stuff. 😅

I'm so flattered you enjoy it so consistently and without question write with you and lovely people like you in mind every time. I'm so happy they comfort you in the way you do me! 💌

#answers #i love you @anon

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memzhay · 3 years

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I need more Drunk Wizard Rhett in my life!

It was luau night at the castle, and Rhett had bespelled a tiki mug to tell him jokes.

"...So I said, Honey, if you think that's a totem pole, you oughta come back to my place!"

Rhett chuckled in appreciation. "Oh! You're so bad!" he chided. He lifted the mug to his lips to take a long pull of his Magical Mai Tai.

"ARGH!!! You're drinking my blood! You're sucking my brains!! Oh, the humanity!!!!" the mug screamed.

"Great Blazes!" Rhett cried in alarm, quickly setting the mug on the bar. "My apologies, dear fellow!"

"Relax! I'm just kidding with you. I'm made of wood. I don't have brains or blood. HA! You should see the look on your face!"

Rhett rolled his eyes. He brought the mug to his lips again.

"AHHHH!!!!" the mug yelled. Rhett slammed it on the counter a bit more forcefully than necessary. "JK, buddy. JK! Geeze man, lighten up. Hey, I was thinking. Now that I'm sentient and all, I'd like a cupboard of my own. Something where I'm not so confined. Maybe something that faces a window that overlooks the ocean. Maybe decorate it with some velvet or something. You guys have a shit ton of velvet around here."

"How would you like to be blown into a pile of sentient matchsticks?" Rhett threatened menacingly.

"Hey, my Great and Powerful Master of All Things Otherworldy and Mysterious, why dontcha make yourself another cocktail in me. I don't mind one bit. You're so handsome too! That beard. Man! It's legendary."

"Damn right," Rhett said, taking a satisfying gulp. "Sing me some Elvis."

"Night and you and Blue Hawaii..." the mug sang.

#ask memzhay #drunk wizard rhett #ask and it shall be given #thanks for the love darlin'

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harper44 · 4 years

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i love your fics! will you write something for me like this? either rhett or link find the other one's secretly stashed weed(prescription or recreational) in the office and fight because they aren't supposed to hide anything from each other and things get...heated

Thank you! I hope this is satisfactory!

Most things are online these days, but the paper Link is looking for had to be printed for his and Rhett’s signatures. He could swear Rhett gave it back to him after signing, but he can’t find it in his own desk, so he walks over to Rhett’s slightly more cluttered one and starts looking. His hand is on the handle of the bottom drawer when Rhett returns to the office. “Hey, man, do you still have that form we had to sign yesterday? I thought you gave it back to me,” Link says, pulling open the drawer.

“Link-” Rhett starts, but there’s no going back now, Link has seen the product of one of Rhett’s newest interests and his mouth is hanging open, hand hovering in the air.

“What the hell, Rhett,” Link breathes, more anger in his eyes than Rhett expected. Maybe Link isn’t as okay with recreational drugs as he thought. “What is this?” he asks, slamming the drawer shut and stepping around the desk so they’re squaring up across the room from each other.

“Just a new thing I’m trying. It helps me relax,” Rhett explains, trying to keep calm before his best friend’s increasing anger.

“When were you planning on telling me about this? And at work, man? Geeze!” Link almost shouts, throwing his hands up and stepping forward.

“Good grief, Link, I didn’t know it would be this much of a problem. ‘S not like I’m lighting up in the middle of the day. I’ve been responsible. You shouldn’t have been snooping in my drawers anyway,” Rhett says, leveling his own accusation and escalating more than he should.

“Seriously, Rhett? We’ve never kept anything from each other. You can look in my desk all you want, I have nothing to hide from you!” Link says, stepping closer.

Rhett takes a step back, small part of him wanting to shout about something he has kept from Link for years that he would never find in his desk. “What is your problem, Link? I’m not doing anything wrong. Do you want some? Is that the issue?” Rhett asks, voice rising despite himself.

Link rolls his eyes in exasperation, “That’s not my point. I just don’t understand why you wouldn’t tell me about something like that, especially since you’re keeping it at the office.”

“What, I can’t have privacy, now? Do I need to tell you every time I start taking a new medication?” Rhett shouts, going on the defensive, “Hey Link, I hope it’s okay I took 200 milligrams of ibuprofen this morning!”

“Rhett! No! I just thought we don’t keep things from each other. I would have told you if I was getting into something like that!” Link’s even closer now with Rhett nearly backed against the wall.

“Come on, we’ve kept stuff from each other. ‘S not like… ‘S not like we told each other when we started masturbating. Basically has the same effect as what I’m doing!”

Link rolls his eyes again, but this time a blush creeps up his neck, “That’s not what I’m talking about!”

“You just feel left out or somethin’?” Rhett taunts, taking a surprised step back when Link presses forward again in anger at his words. He can’t help it, a smirk finds its way to his face because of how he’s gotten under Link’s skin and he’s itching to do worse. “I’m always the one doing new things ‘cause you won’t step out of your routines and live a little.”

“Shut up,” Link practically growls, getting in Rhett’s face as best he can with their height difference.

Rhett dares to lean in a little himself. “You usually just follow me, I guess,” Rhett says, not thinking through how much he means that.

Quick as a flash, Link’s gaze drops to his lips and back up to his eyes before his hand is fisted in Rhett’s shirt and he’s huffing against his mouth, “Try this for following.” Then he’s kissing him, freezing Rhett in shock for a moment before he’s melting into it. Link’s a damn good kisser and a blush rushes up Rhett’s neck when he moans into his mouth only a few seconds in. He blames the unexpectedness of it.

Link pulls off with a wet sound, breathing hard, anger in his eyes replaced by arousal. Rhett stares down at him, mouth still open in shock. He swallows, “I’d say that qualifies as keeping something from me.”

Link makes a sound in his throat that Rhett never thought he’d hear from his best friend and it goes straight to his dick as Link surges in to shut him up again. At last, Rhett gets to fully experience that talented tongue as Link licks into his mouth, moving his whole body flush with Rhett’s as he does it. Both men become aware of the other’s bulge straining their jeans and it pulls another moan out of Rhett that he struggles to swallow down. His head thumps against the wall as Link moves down, sucking and licking at his neck, hands that are usually shaky, sure about pushing up under the hem of Rhett’s shirt, feeling him up and drawing a gasp out of him.

Rhett doesn’t know what he expected from a make out session with Link, but now that he’s here, he figures he shouldn’t have expected any less from a man who’s constantly wound up and intense. He snakes one arm up his back to place a hand in his salt and pepper hair and the other grips his slim hip, pulling him impossibly closer. When Link pushes his knee between Rhett’s legs, the taller man moans aloud for the first time, all his senses overwhelmed by Link. Shamelessly, he starts to grind his hips on the other man’s thigh, hungry for some kind of friction.

Kissing back up to suck on Rhett’s earlobe, Link whispers, “How’s this for livin’ a little, jerk?” He thumbs a nipple under Rhett’s rucked up shirt, making him shutter. Rhett meets his eyes, biting his lip at the stormy blue lust he finds there. Link grinds his own bulge against Rhett’s hip before sneaking a hand down to cup Rhett through his jeans. “You deserve to be left like this. Talk to me later if we’re done keeping secrets.” With one more forceful kiss, Link walks away, smirk on his lips, leaving Rhett gasping and desperately turned on. The shorter man grabs his backpack and throws a wink Rhett’s way before walking out the door.

For a solid minute, Rhett stares into space, trying to figure out what just happened. He reaches down to grip himself in an effort to relieve pressure, but it just causes him to whimper. If he plays this right, he doesn’t think he’s gonna need the weed anymore to help him relax, but for now, he walks over to his desk and pulls open the drawer to roll a joint.

#rhink #fic rec #prompted #anon #rhett and link #weed #drug use #make out #hot #rhink fic #harper writes

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jacularmetteld · 4 years

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I think I’ve just had a stroke; or some ridiculous crazy dream. Did that actually just happen? What the f did I just watch?! I honestly have no idea how I feel about it. I read the fanfiction, and I ship Rhink, and I would honestly be over the moon if they ever got together (or admitted to being together), and today’s episode was actually so hilarious, I may have woken my neighbours - but geez it also felt weird to watch! How do you feel about it?

It took me almost an hour to watch it. I had to keep pausing just to breathe. 😂 I did laugh a couple of times like that part where Link read Rhett fucking him while doing the dishes and then Link looked at Rhett like Rhett had actually done that like ‘’why you gotta fuck me when I do the dishes?!’’ 😂

Anyways, I hope the authors are okay. ✌

#answer #anon #rhink #gmm 1696

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mythicaliz · 5 years

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Is Rhett crying? Thought I saw a tear

I thought I did too? But he also has that stupid glitter filter so who knows. (how extra is that filter. Geeze.) does anyone know the song he's listening to?

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mythicalsecretsanta · 4 years

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What Once Was Lost (G)

This gift is for: Veronica (AKA @theveronicaco) Merry Christmas, Veronica!! I hope you’ll enjoy this little, fluffy fic I put together for you. Have a happy holiday season and a wonderful new year! From your Secret Santa, Annie (AKA @celestial-link)

Link to AO3, or read below:

1996

The hot summer sun beat down on Link as soon as he stepped out of his red 1987 Nissan pickup. The gravel driveway crunched under his shoes as he jogged to the front door of his house and stepped inside. His home was empty, his mother away at work as usual. It was a Saturday afternoon and he had just come back from a trip down to the river with Rhett.

The lanky boy walked to his room on the other side of the house and tossed his keys on his bed. The end of summer was rapidly approaching, and Link knew he should have started storing away his old things like his mother asked. The time to leave for college with Rhett was only a few short weeks away, and his mother wanted him to store whatever he wasn’t going to bring with him in the attic. So he got to work, packing away some of the clothes he didn’t wear often. He changed into a pair of sweats and threw the old, torn and frayed jeans he had been wearing into the bin. It was soon stored away, and the wallet that he had accidentally left in the pocket, was seemingly lost forever. The Neals has turned their house upside down, searching for Link’s misplaced wallet in vain. Link didn’t care so much about the $20 bill, or even his license, that could be replaced, and $20, while still a loss, wasn’t the end of the world.

But what did matter to him, was the irreplaceable piece of paper he had kept in that wallet for the past few years. It was his blood oath with Rhett. Their promise to create something together. And he had lost it.

2019

Rhett and Link were back home in North Carolina, visiting Buies Creek together for the first time in many years. They were filming a documentary for their novel, The Lost Causes of Bleak Creek. But when they weren’t filming, they visited family.

Link walked back into his old home, his mom having asked that he go through all his old stores away items and see what could be donated.

“Link!” Sue exclaimed happily. She wrapped her arms around her son with a wide smile. “Here to get rid of some of that old junk in my attic?”

Link rolled his eyes with a chuckle. “Hey, my old stuff isn’t junk. But yeah, that’s exactly what I’m here to do. I doubt I could fit any of the old clothes, so I’m sure all of that will go.”

Link walked up the pullout ladder to the attic and climbed up. The air was stale and dry, and a heavy coat of dust was on everything. Sunlight streamed through a small window in the wall, but all else was dark.

Outstretching his arms to feel for the dangling cord that turned on the light, Link began to wander through the old attic. The wood creaked and groaned beneath his feet. It was clear no one had been up here in quite some time.

When he finally found the cord, he pulled it and the lightbulb on the ceiling flickered on. The attic was illuminating in a yellow glow. Boxes with the words “Link’s things” were stacked against the walls. He approached one and took it down. Opening it up, a putrid, moldy smell penetrated his senses. He gagged and pushed the smelly box away.

“Geez.. Guess that’s all gonna have to be thrown away,” Link sighed and grabbed the next box. Opening that, he was met with the smell of mothballs, but thankfully, not mold. He pulled out some of the clothes and found some to be salvageable. But then he grabbed a pair of his old jeans and noticed something in the pocket. He reached in and pulled out his old wallet.

“No, no, no! No way!! It can’t be…�� Link quickly opened the wallet, his fingers fumbling against the worn leather. Amongst several cards and bills, he saw a small, folded piece of paper. He stared at it for a moment, almost afraid to take it and see if it was what he was praying it was.

Gently, he grasped the paper and took it out as cautiously as possible. He cradled it in his hands as though it was his newborn child. His hands began to shake and he swallowed a nervous gulp before unfolding the faded paper. And then he screamed, cheered, hollered.

“I FOUND IT! I FOUND IT!” Link laughed in amazement and grabbed his phone from his pocket. He called Rhett, eyes wide and heart racing.

“Hey man, what’s up?”

“Rhett!! Rhett!! Get over here right now! I’m at my mom’s get here now!!”

“Link, is something wrong? Or is something very right?” Rhett chuckled a little, not expecting Link to be screaming at him when he answered the call.

“Something amazing happened and I need you to get over here!”

“All right! Okay, I’m coming now. See you in like, ten minutes.” Rhett hung up and shook his head.

“What’s going on, hon?” Diane asked her son, a look of curiosity on her face.

“Link asked me to stop by his Mom’s real quick. He’s excited about something. I won’t be gone long.” He smiled, grabbed his keys, kissed his mother’s cheek, and jogged off to his parent’s car. Within seven minutes, he was knocking on the front door of Link’s mom’s house.

The sound of running footsteps alerted him that Link was coming, and apparently, just as excited as he had been a few minutes ago. The door swung open and he was greeted with the biggest grin on the face of his best friend.

“Rhett! Come in, hurry! I have something to show you.” Link stepped aside for his giant friend and ushered him inside. He hurried off to the living room and came back to Rhett holding the paper. Link placed it in his hands. “Open it.”

Rhett did as he was told and almost immediately his mouth dropped.

“There is no way…” Rhett started.

“Dude! I found it!! I found our blood oath!!”

Rhett looked back up, meeting Link’s joy-filled eyes. Then he threw his arms around his best friend and hugged him so tightly. Link laughed as he hugged back.

“I can’t believe this!!” Rhett exclaimed. “I just can’t believe it! You found it!! You really did… We have it again.. Oh Link, this is amazing!”

“Y-yeah!!” Link laughed. Behind them, Sue was smiling as she watched. They really hadn’t changed much since they were just little boys. And that warmed her heart. The same joy was in their eyes when they were together. And they still knew how to make each other happy, how to make each other laugh. That would never go away.

Their trip had ended far too soon, and they found themselves back in LA, in their studio. But their office had something new displayed on the wall. Framed and preserved, their blood oath, their commitment to create, to work together, and to keep their friendship as close as ever, was now featured in their loft. And there it would remain, safe, and found after being lost for so many years. Yes despite the paper that contained the words and their signatures having been lost, their bond, and the oath itself had lived on, without it. Of course, they didn’t mind having the certificate to show it.

#mythical secret santa 2019 #type: fic #rating: G #gift swap #fandom wishlist #submission

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