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Thank you, and may your years be healthy, happy and mythical.
—Mick and Laika
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That’s a wrap.
Thank you, and may your years be healthy, happy and mythical.
—Mick and Laika
“I’ve waited for this moment for a long time.” (Smutty Version)
Link had begged Rhett not to carry him over the threshold.
“You’ll throw your back out, man! I’m gonna want you in peak condition.”
Rhett laughed, but agreed they would enter their home side by side as husbands.
Husbands. Not best friends, not business partners… Well, yes, those things too. But also: husbands. And their home. Not their studio or their office, not their ‘creative house’. Their home.
“I’ve waited for this moment for a long time.” (Fluffy Version)
Rhett crept silently to the front door, unlocking it and throwing one last look behind him. Everyone was still asleep.
Success, Rhett thought as he slinked out the door.
Getting into the car, he sighed in relief before he noticed it. Sitting on the passenger seat was a basket with his big blanket he got for Christmas on top. A note in his wife’s familiar handwriting was delicately perched in the middle, as if it were a bow. Hesitantly, he picked up the paper and smiled after absorbing what it said.
“I’ve waited for this moment for a long time.” (Angsty Version)
Rhett sat at the desk and swished the bourbon around the dissolving cubes in his glass. It was the desk now, not his desk. The room went in and out of focus as tears welled up, and receded in his eyes. It had been stripped of all its contents and flair, no photos or trinkets or anything that would have marked it as Rhett’s. Rhett. You know… Host of Good Mythical Morning? The boss around here? The taller half? Now it was a naked desk in an empty room. Like it had been the day that they moved into this studio and made it Their Office. He drained most of his drink and carried the half-empty glass out with him, leaving the office space the final 1% emptier than it had been while he occupied it one last time.
Present (Fluffy Version)
Rhett pulled off the elf hat, placing it beside him on the bench. Scratching at his beard, he sighed.
He hadn’t expected to work at Santa’s Village for Christmas, but his uncle needed a photographer and Rhett needed the cash.
The gig wasn’t too bad. The kids were fairly well behaved and the parents were overwhelmingly kind to him. But it was Santa that really made it all worthwhile.
Present (Angsty Version)
“Welcome, Mr. McLaughlin. Right this way.”
Rhett smiled and stood as he walked back into the exam room. He was cashing in his present from his wife—a look into the Multiverse.
Present (Smutty Version)
Rhett and Link were down to their last two gifts to exchange. Rhett thought Link looked as nervous as Rhett felt. Rhett had never bought such a bold gift. He historically skewed more sentimental.
“Uh.. why don’t you open mine last?” Link suggested.
That suited Rhett fine, better to get this over with.
🚨Special Announcements! 🚨
Hey everyone!
A few quick things.
1) Y’all get an early Christmas present because the ficlets for this week will drop TOMORROW, December 24 at 8:00 a.m.! We hope everyone has a happy, healthy and safe holiday.
and...
2) Like Boyz II Men, we have come to the end of the road. That’s right, we’re closing out this wonderful, crazy, maddening, beautiful project on January 1. It has been a hell of a year--in more ways than one--and we’re deeply thankful and appreciative to everyone who has been on this ride with us throughout it all. Thank you for all the likes, comments, reblogs and support you’ve given us on this crazy project. We hope you like how it all ends.
Until next week, Mick and Laika
Lights (Angsty Version)
Listen, there’s a “keep reading” going in from the jump because there are major character deaths. The deaths are not depicted; this deals with the aftermath of losing someone. And we’re also talking grandpa age in this. But I know there are folks not into this, and that’s cool. This pained me to write, but I hope you enjoy it.
Again: major character deaths are referenced. You have been warned.
Lights (Smutty Version)
We should at least make sure the lights work,” Link said, trying to keep the whine from his voice. He had painstakingly checked each bulb to be sure the full string would light up, but he was still nervous that in winding them around their tree something could’ve gone awry. He held his breath as he brought the prongs to the outlet.
In his periphery Link saw Rhett smirk, like he was considering saying something witty or condescending. Instead, he kept his wry mouth shut and flipped the light switch, plunging them into darkness.
Lights (Fluffy Version)
It had been on Rhett’s bucket list for the longest time.
See the Aurora Borealis.
Surprise (Smutty Version)
It started with handjobs.
Self-service ones to start. They started playing their cat-and-mouse game almost the moment they became college roommates. Maybe one of them had been trying to be discreet at some point, in the beginning; but if that was true, they were unbelievably sloppy about it. A little too loud while pretending the other was asleep as they touched themselves in their bunk. And they cut things a little too close when trying to sneak a jerk-off session while the other was at class, getting closer and closer to being ‘caught’ every time.
Surprise (Angsty Version)
A prequel to this ficlet.
Link hummed to himself as he walked to his dorm room, his backpack slung over his shoulder. He’d been at the library, working with the rest of his group on their project. It had been productive, but he was more than ready to be home and playing video games with Rhett.
To be honest, he was worried. Rhett had been acting more skittish around Link lately and Link was concerned that his feelings for his best friend as of late were poorly suppressed. He wasn’t completely sure when it had started or if it was always there, but the idea of being with Rhett as opposed to being with Rhett had become more appealing. They already were best friends. What would it be like if they were more? But Rhett had been girl crazy for ages. There was no way he’d be interested in guys, let alone Link.
Surprise (Fluffy Version)
“What’s wrong, Link?”
Link sighed, his hand rubbing his face. He looked over at Rhett who was sitting on his bed in their shared dorm room.
“I have a secret admirer.”
Rhett snorted. “What?”
“I have a secret admirer.”
Quick Update!
Hey everyone! Just wanted to let you know that yes, the ficlets weren’t posted today and yes, it’s utterly my fault and they’ll be up Sunday because life is crazy and I haven’t had time to write.
—Mick
“You’ve always felt like home.” (Angsty Version)
As Link sat in his momma’s dining room with his best friend, in the middle of their last winter break as high schoolers - it occurred to Link that he’d never noticed how many Christmas songs were so dang sad. “Blue Christmas”, “I’ll Be Home for Christmas”. Link had to fight against the urge to remind Rhett that the music that was playing in the Neal household was his momma’s choosing, not his own. And that Momma Sue wasn’t trying to be insensitive with the themes of the songs. The woman just loved Elvis, and Christmas.
“You’ve always felt like home.” (Smutty Version)
It had been a while since Rhett had taken a trip back to North Carolina without Link. Their week apart had passed in slow, dull agony. Rhett met Link’s sparkling eyes in the baggage claim area of the airport, and Rhett had to blink back tears from his own shining eyes when they embraced.
They sat together, fingers interlocked across the center console of the car as Link drove them back to their house.
“So,” Link began once they got through the door. “How was home?”