#pining link

[harper44]

Girl Crush

It’s late so no one will see this. You guessed it: based on Harry Styles’ Girl Crush.

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Link held onto the idea that he was bisexual as long as possible. Maybe it was because of his upbringing. Maybe it was because of Rhett’s interest in girls. Expectations, social pressures, internalized homophobia, you name it. The day Rhett tells him he thinks this new girl he’s dating is going to be serious, Link actually starts to believe in his labeling himself bisexual. At first you’d think it’s because this information forced him to stop crushing on Rhett. That’s not it, he came to terms with his ongoing crush on Rhett a long time ago. It’s actually because he feels jealous. He wants the girl Rhett has. And as horrible as that sounds, it comes as a relief to Link. He’s attracted to girls and guys and somehow that makes it easier.

He truly has nothing against being gay, he secretly wishes he was and under any other circumstances, he would analyze that wish more deeply, but in the world he lives in, it’s just so much easier to have an attraction to women and to roll with that.

A month or so into somewhat comfortably third wheeling, cracks begin to appear in Link’s reasoning. Maybe it was the hundredth time Rhett leaned over to whisper in her ear. Maybe it was the tenth time Link caught a whiff of her perfume in their dorm. Maybe it was the thousandth time he saw Rhett move to touch her in some way just to have contact. Instead of wishing it was his own hands or lips on her, he finds himself wanting Rhett’s hands and lips on him. He wants Rhett’s sheets stained with his scent so Rhett can’t fall asleep at night without thinking of him.

If he’d analysed his feelings sooner, he wouldn’t be having a second panic over his sexuality. The box he locked up his crush on Rhett in has burst open and refuses to be shut back. He had the jealousy backwards and now that it’s been realized, there’s no reversing it again. He goes out on a couple of dates, managing to rally his usual charm, but it feels insincere and hollow. When he goes to jerk off in the nights afterwards, it’s not those girls he’s thinking of, it’s Rhett. He wants Rhett to laugh at his jokes and hold his hand and for Rhett to think of him first when he’s told he can bring a plus one somewhere. 

It rips him to shreds every minute of every day as he silently watches Rhett and his girlfriend get closer as his and Rhett’s time together wanes. He doesn’t try to go on any more dates. He no longer calls himself bisexual.

[jacularmetteld]

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[mythicalea]

Holding On

He missed Rhett. He missed him so damn much. Every fiber of his entire being was hurting. Two months had already passed. He barely ate or slept anymore. In the rarest of occasions that he did, the horrible sound of creaking metal, screaming voices, heat and fire had him jump out of his bed gasping frantically for air.

The terrible realization hit him every time like a ton of bricks, crushing his soul. Every drawn breath filling his lungs was a desperate plead.  Rhett. Rhett...

I’m leaving Link, I  know how it is to feel unwanted.

Rhett’s voice still echoed in his mind, his kind green eyes were looking back at him, full of tears. He would never forget the huge fight they had that morning. Accusations were thrown at each other, harsh words exchanged, words that now Link wished they have never left his mouth.

Rhett had banged the door behind him and he just stood there watching him go.

Breathe..breathe..he had to breathe.

He realized that he was clutching at his throat with his both hands. His nails were digging into the soft flesh, leaving behind half crescent marks. He let his hands fall down to his knees, looking at his open palms for a moment like it was something foreign to him. He laid back to bed and turned to his side clasping his knees to his chest. He began sobbing uncontrollably.

A warm hand pushed back the sweaty strands of hair away from his forehead.

Shhh. .shhh… shh ..baby…it’s ok.. I am here.

A firm chest was plastered against his back. He leaned to the touch as soft lips kissed his temple and a beard grazed his flushed cheeks. Link was wrapped inside a cocoon of a warm body,arms and legs all over him and all around him.

Soft breaths on the back of his neck sent shivers down his spine ,a familiar voice was lulling him back to sleep.

“…And I will catch you if you fall, you’ll never have to ask me why..”

He was there..

X

I should probably apologize but it just wouldn’t leave me alone.

[mythicalea]

Branded

Link sat nervously on the big black leather sofa of the tattoo shop. His right leg started fidgeting as he looked around the parlor.

The big burgundy walls were covered with various tattoo designs; the models proudly displayed their ink in the most intimate places of the human body. But he was here with purpose, with a deliberate goal. Five small letters on his right butt cheek. His best friend’s name inked on his body like it will always be inked in his heart, wanting it to be a part of him, body and soul.

Twenty minutes later a small brunette girl came to the reception area, her arms covered with the most colorful designs Link has ever laid eyes on.“Mr Neal? Chris is ready for you now.“ She said with a cheeky smile on her face. Link passed through dark velvet curtains into the intimate space where he would be branded for life. He smiled.

Link looked at himself in the large mirror of his bedroom. His pupils blown wide behind his dark frames, bluer than ever, matching the color of the sapphire sky reflected in the surface from the window behind him. His hair slightly messy, a few strands falling on his forehead, his flushed face staring back at him.

Adrenaline, from the pain and pleasure of this intimate act, was still circulating his veins. He removed his clothes and looked upon his nude body. He hovered his fingers over his muscular chest, peppered with dark hair, caressing the sides of his ribs and letting his palm rest on the top of his firm, right butt cheek.

 He turned his lean frame to the side, the tattoo now on full display for him to see. Five calligraphic letters forever marking his skin, a small red heart placed next to the person’s name he longed to become one with.

“I’m yours.” He said as he traced each and every letter with his long fingers, still feeling the slight burn where the needle has been. “Forever, yours.” He closed his eyes as he let the images of his best friend flood his mind, feeding the raw passion he felt for the blond man.

He imagined his fingers pulling the golden locks, bearded lips brushing against his, taking him, claiming him. A pointy tongue tracing the letters of his own name that graced the soft skin of his ass before exploring even further, brushing that well trimmed beard between his inner thighs making him shiver with lust.

A deep sigh escaped Link’s lips as his other hand curled around his manhood, already leaking. He began to stoke fervently. He was soon moaning the other man’s name as he came all over his hand.

“I love you.“ He said as the ecstasy of his orgasm began to subside.“I love you, Rhett.”

[imagine-rhink-blog]

Imagine Villain Rhett & Link getting into a huge fight. Rhett tells Link it’s over and joins another villain. Link steals the moon and shrinks it to the size of a bowling ball and etches a beautiful portrait of he and his lover on its surface. He sends it back into orbit, awaiting his partner in crime’s forgiveness.

What happens next?