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[cockymclaughlin]

Rhink hurt/comfort? Any time, any universe? 🥰

The bed in the center room becomes somewhat of a decompression chamber. 

Sometimes it’s easier to bury your head in the pillows and have a good weep than it is to face anyone. The door locks, and there’s a washing machine to avoid anything gross being left for the next person. 

They’re both full of normal, human aches, and are allotted such small amounts of time these days to alleviate those aches that they’ve got to jump on whatever chance they’ve got. 

So they don’t bother the other if they hear the door close and then hear the unmistakably loud sound of the lock clicking into place. It’s a signal for silence. 

Link doesn’t hear it today. 

He hears the door, and that’s it. It’s a soft click of the door shutting, and then nothing. So he finishes sorting through emails, which is not what he’s supposed to be doing right now. Then, he checks on their calendars for anything that may have been moved or added or removed. Turns off his laptop. Stands, stretches, pushes his desk chair back in. 

Flicks off the light. 

Makes his way to Rhett. 

The room is completely dark when Link opens the door carefully, a Rhett-shaped lump in the center of the bed. He adds a Link-shaped lump to the side of the bed, lays down, laces his fingers behind his head. 

He’d already taken his shoes off earlier, but this wriggling feeling of unease that maybe he didn’t, though, settles in the pit of his stomach. He recognizes it for nerves and pushes it away. 

The center room isn’t for being creative. It’s for being tired. It’s for being done and overworked and upset. Link isn’t any of those things right now, but Rhett is, and that’s okay. Link can stay right here, next to him, until he feels better. 

It’s a while, and Link is almost fully asleep, definitely mostly asleep, when he feels Rhett’s hand knocking against his own. He’s fumbling to unfurl Link’s fingers, make space for his own that he laces through Link’s. 

He’s warm and gentle, and Link doesn’t need to ask any questions. 

He doesn’t need to say anything at all. 

[apparentlynotreallyfinnish]

Something that’s made me happy lately is painting. Can I get something fluffy?

A lil’ fluffy drabble coming right up! 

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“It’s cold,” Link whined, wrapping his arms around his theatrically trembling body. Rhett let out a huff of a laugh. The floorboards creaked under his boots as wind howled outside the small cabin.

Strong arms pulled Link into a tight embrace. Link melted against Rhett, reveling in his warmth. His head dropped against Rhett’s shoulder and he let out a small whimper of pleasure. 

“It wouldn’t be this cold if you’d let me light the fireplace.”

“I had more important things to do.”

“S’that so?”

Link craned his neck for more kisses that warmed him better than any fire could.

[moonlight-shanty]

Its 2020 why couldn't they have kissed a bit in the shower, it took soo long to get them both in the same shower room, and this is my ultimate fantasy

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[the-average-bear]

Link comes back from lunch, with a stray cat......

Rhett stomps into their office one Tuesday after a long, tedious lunch meeting only to be greeted by a harsh “Shh!” from Link, who had somehow beat him back to the office despite leaving for his own lunch meeting significantly later than Rhett.

Rhett scoffs, about to berate Link for shushing him in his own office when he notices something small and curiously fluffy perched on Link’s chest. Link is curled up on the couch, legs tucked up under himself, a suspiciously innocent look plastered across his face.

“What is that?” Rhett nods his head in the direction of the tiny ball of fluff Link is tenderly petting.

“What do you mean?” Link’s pushing it, biting his lip and blinking wide-eyed up at Rhett, who remains seemingly impervious to Link’s efforts.

“Link…is that a cat?”

“No.”

“No?”

“I mean, technically I’d say this was more of a kitten.”

“And what, exactly, is this kitten doing in our office?”

Link takes a deep breath before launching into an obviously rehearsed speech, “She was all alone. Someone left her in a box on the side of the street. I couldn’t just leave her there. It’s chilly outside and she’s so tiny.”

“Ok, that still doesn’t answer my question. Why is it here?”

“Rhett…what would you have me do?” There’s that look again, all soft eyes and sweet smile. Rhett knows he’s not going to last long if Link keeps that up.

“I think I’ve made my feelings on cats pretty clear.”

“Oh, c’mon. We both know that’s mostly for show. You couldn’t truly hate a living thing if you tried, McLaughlin.” Link’s practically batting his lashes now, his blue eyes sparkling up at Rhett through his dark frames. “Besides, she won’t be here long. I texted a pic to the fam and they agreed we should keep her. She’ll just be here until we leave for the day.”

Link knows he’s won when all he gets in response is a quiet grunt as Rhett settles in at his desk. He listens as Rhett taps away at his keyboard for a while, answering emails that have piled up since the morning. It’s soothing, the sound of his fingers drumming lightly against the keys. Link peers down at the practically pocket-sized kitten sleeping on his chest. Black and white with a tiny pink nose, she purrs contentedly in his hands. It’s a far cry from how he had found her not an hour earlier, shivering and mewling from a dirty cardboard box just outside the gate to their parking lot. How could Rhett even pretend to hate something so delicate and tender? Link’s certain that’s all just a front for the camera, part of Rhett’s need to run every joke into the ground relentlessly. But he wants proof, wants to rub Rhett’s nose in it a bit–make him admit that deep inside he’s as soft and sentimental as Link knows he is.

“Rhett…” Link calls softly from his seat on the couch. “C’mon. Come over here.” The tapping slows to a stop. “Look how sweet. She’s so soft and cuddly. How could you hate her?” Link can practically hear Rhett’s eye roll. 

But nonetheless, a few seconds later, Rhett’s kneeling at the end of the couch, nodding for Link to move over and make room for him.

Link grins as he scoots closer to the edge of the couch so Rhett can slide in next to him. He slips one long arm under Link’s neck, pulling him in as close as possible. His other hand moves to rest on top of one of Link’s, fingers twining together against the soft pillow of fur.

“I don’t hate her.”

“Mmm. So you love her?”

“Woah, woah. I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to. I know you’re a big softie, McLaughlin.”

“I love you.” Rhett presses a kiss to Link’s jaw as they settle further into the couch. They fall asleep like that, the three of them curled up into each other, the gentle purr of the kitten under their fingers lulling them both into quiet slumber.

[rileyrooin]

One word prompt: lobster 🦞

“Hey, Rhett?”

“Yeah?”

“I wanna be your Maine man,” Link sang quietly, gesturing at the lobster tank.

At the mention of their song, Rhett’s eyes softened. “Don’t think they’ll let you steam any of those with your body heat.”

“Probably not.” 

Rhett stepped closer as if to get a better look at the crustaceans. His hand fell to Link’s lower back. When he spoke, his voice was low, “Is there anything you can do for me with your body heat?”

Link smirked as he held up the buzzing pager. “Guess you’ll have to wait till after dinner to find out.”

(Maine Man)

[kaluwa-del-conte]

I need HELP! Plz~ 😩

I'm trying to find this one episode of GMM were Rhett said something along the lines of:

"This is so wrong. Like this person is crazy yet...you kind of like it."

Then Link responds like:

"heh, your that person to me."

It's as close as I can recall as to what was said. I just can't remember what episode it was from!? So, I am hoping someone can help me with this. I will truly appreciate it. 🙏

[maybe-mythical]

Do you listen to music when you get ready for the day? If so, what? If not..... is there anything on in the background?

When I’m working my alarms start at 4:30 and I’ve perfected my getting ready to be a solid 15 minutes before running out the door 😂. So on those mornings nothing really getting ready. Sometimes I hear my husband snoring or my cats meowing for attention. Once I start my hour-ish commute that’s when all the music comes on. I have really eclectic taste so it might be some obscure band that no ones heard of (Lacuna Coil or the like) or Green Day or The Backstreet Boys or Matchbox 20 or anything really. If it’s a Monday I usually listen to Earbiscuits cause I can’t wait to hear the latest episode 😂

Thank you!

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