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My full version fanart of Ryan and Skylar as they are in my friend speed_rac3r’s series “LoveLink: Rats at the Mercy of Men”
#LoveLink#Lovelink Ryan Byrne#LoveLink Skylar Quinn#LoveLink Ryan x Skylar#LoveLink Fanart#LoveLink Fanfiction#Ilyom Fanart
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Whole thing with the “Dead fandom” thing, it's not really dead, the mechat & lovelink fandoms are just extremely toxic in general, and it's not even fanart or fanfiction, it's literally just the lerky fans bringing down other creators in the fandom and forcing them to move on from making content for the fandom. Between Tumblr, Ao3 and the reddits I have seen multiple fans bring down others and push them put I the fandom, by force.💀
is that so 🤔… tbh I didn’t get the impression the fandom is that toxic!
on tumblr it’s definitely dead. only a handful regularly post under the lovelink tag because everyone else has played the game like two years ago already. but even those who didn’t out themselves as a dating simulator enthusiast interact with my posts, write funny and insightful comments in the tags and are just in general totally chill. thank you btw i love it here ❤︎
ao3? tbh I’ve never seen someone comment hate under a fic! I didn’t even think that was possible like why would you look up a fic with tags about your notp or what not?? just close the tab dude
in between the sprinkles of update announcements, mc mondays, “give me joão the sexy firefighter!!” and screenshots of crack mc dialogue choices, that sometimes are actually funny, on reddit I only see people complaining about how “toxic” salvatore and stefan/oliver are and how lovelink is romanticizing blablabla (🙄) while others are thirsting over them a little too much haha
I guess reddit is the platform with the most annoying fan base (surprise) where they condemn you for playing certain plots, but I just keep away from them 🤷🏻♀️ Let them waste their time on lecturing strangers on the internet what’s morally right and wrong. I’m an adult; I know how to differentiate between reality and fiction. I don’t let 16-year-olds get to me and ruin my day. in fact, I have short phases where I read dark fics with worse characters and waaay worse scenarios. salvatore is nothing against those ahahaha
on another note: mechat, tried it for three minutes but didn’t like the art style. they all look so pale, skinny, and evil? where are my thick himbos? also can’t stand bad grammar.
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CandyD’s Gaming Fanfiction Master Post
Here’s a master post of all my gaming fanfiction written works. List is in alphabetical order by game. I don’t normally take requests unless I feel like it so unless I put up a post or something on my sidebar that says requests are open please don’t make requests because they won’t be answered.
Check out the Key below to see how I tag my warnings on things, I’ve tried to place warnings on those fic’s that I feel may need it but I’m only human and some times miss some things, kindly send me a message if you think something needs to be tagged with a warning.
If you want to get an introduction to my OC’s take a look at this page.
Enjoy!
Other Masterlists.
Music|Original Fiction|Otome|Real Life|TV/Movie
OC’s|MC’s
Key
Newest stories: N!
Smut: NSFW
Violence: V!
Horror: H!
Non-Con: N/C!
Last Updated: 17/05/2022
Assassins Creed 3
(Memory Fragments: AC3)
Connor Kenway
Oneshots
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Assassins Creed: Syndicate
(Memory Fragments:ACS)
Jacob Frye
Mini Series
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Oneshots
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Cyberpunk 2077
(Relic Malfunctions)
General
Oneshots
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Johnny Silverhand
Oneshots
= A Dirty Surprise (NSFW) (N!)
= Dress to Impress (N!)
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River Ward
Oneshots
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Saul Bright
Oneshots
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Viktor Vektor
Oneshots
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Dragon Age: Origins
(The Warden’s Burdens)
Zevran Arainai
Oneshots
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Dragon Age 2
(Hawke’s Hidden Tales)
Fenris
Oneshots
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Sebastian Vale
Oneshots
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Dragon Age Inquisition
(Inquisition Secrets)
Iron Bull
Oneshots
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Solas
Series
= Uth-Shiral Series
1. Vir’Revasan. | 2. Vir’Enasalin. | 3. |
Mini Series
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Oneshots
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Duskwood
(Duskwood Mysteries)
Dan
Oneshots
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Jake
Oneshots
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Fallout 3
(Vault-Tec Secrets: FO3)
Charon
Oneshots
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Fallout 4
(Vault-Tec Secrets: FO4)
John Hancock
Oneshots
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Lovelink
Character
Oneshots
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Mass Effect 1,2,3
(Normandy Corrupted Data Files)
General
Mini Series
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Oneshots
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James Vega
Oneshots
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Liara T'soni
Oneshots
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Thane Krios
Oneshots
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Zaeed Massani
Oneshots
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Mass Effect Andromeda
(Pathfinder Private Files)
General
Oneshots
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Jaal Ama Davar
Oneshots
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Liam Kosta
Oneshots
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Peebee
Oneshots
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Reyes Vidal
Series
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Oneshots
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Vetra
Oneshots
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MeChat
Character
Oneshots
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Ah sorry, I meant do you write for the women of lovelink or no? (cause I see a lot of people not writing about them and it makes me a bit sad)
i don't currently, sorry. there's very few lady characters i like enough to be deep in their stories, and the way their stories are written are satisfying enough to me that i dont feel the need to write fanfiction for them
inspiration for me to write fanfiction often comes from both liking a character and thinking their stories r shoddy enough that i know i could do it better, plus also the lack of other fic writers writing the kind of stories i want to read
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i caved & made a fandom blog.
@gutsfics
its mostly for sharing just my fanfiction but also interacting w the fandoms i write for
my fandoms-
pixelberry/choices (specifically hollywood u, high school story prime, red carpet diaries)
lovelink
stardew valley
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We Keep This Love in a Photograph
Pairing: Jonathan Hayes x f!MC (Lucy)
Word Count ~1.5k
Warning: a little angsty
Inspiration: “Photograph” by Ed Sheeran
I’m currently on a road trip and I listened to Ed Sheeran’s “Photograph” and this whole thing just flashed through my brain like a movie. A lot of it is directly from the song so I recommend listening to it before reading.
Ever since she could remember, Lucy wanted to love someone enough to put a picture of them in her locket.
Her grandmother was never seen without hers around her neck. When Lucy was young, she was amazed to find out that the circular necklace opened to reveal a picture of her grandfather as a young man.
"No matter where he goes, he's always right next to my heart where he belongs," she told Lucy that day.
After that, it was clear that Lucy wanted a locket of her own, and on her sixteenth birthday, she received one from her grandmother that was almost an exact duplicate of hers.
"Remember what I told you, Lucy. When you find someone who works their way into your heart and stays there, that's when you put their picture in the locket, and you carry them with you wherever you go."
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Jonathan had started taking as many pictures of her as he could. He tried to be casual about it; he didn't want her to know how much it killed him to only have her profile picture to look at when he was missing her the last time he was deployed.
He wanted to capture these memories with her, keep her in a snapshot that he could take with him the next time he left. The more time he got with her, the more he fell in love, the more he was dreading getting that call saying he would have to go back and leave her again.
Lucy was doing it too, taking pictures of the two of them every time they would go out on a date, and pictures of him when they were lounging around the apartment. Though she didn't admit it to herself, a part of her was waiting for that perfect locket-worthy picture of him, because she knew without a doubt that he was who she had been waiting all this time for.
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One Saturday, they had decided to go down to the beach and make the most out of the clear summer day. They ran into the water together, Jonathan picking Lucy up and spinning her around while Lucy giggled, clutching to his shoulders. She loved that feeling, that he was the only thing keeping her off the ground. Just the same, Jonathan loved being able to hold her in his arms, feeling like no matter what waves came, he could protect her.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him, tasting the saltwater on his lips. He held her as close as he could, trying to savor the moment, knowing that he could have to go wheels up at any time.
Eventually they came back to the shore, splayed out on towels. Lucy watched Jonathan, who was looking out at the water with the smallest smile on his face, bathed in sunlight, water droplets running down his chest...and reached for her phone to take a picture. She got one before he noticed, and she grinned when he turned his head and smiled warmly for another picture. He took his phone out then, laughing and taking photos of her while she posed.
"C'mere, baby" Jonathan said then, pulling her onto his lap and nuzzling his face into her neck. He breathed her in as she cuddled into him before his phone rang.
He sighed into her neck before cursing under his breath when he saw who was calling him. Both Jonathan and Lucy tensed up immediately.
Lucy held her breath and held onto him a little tighter as he put the phone to his ear and said "This is Sergeant Hayes."
Jonathan couldn't look at her. He knew what was coming. He knew he would have to tell her, and he knew it would break both of them. She saw his face fall and knew immediately. Lucy always felt bad crying in front of him about his job, she knew it hurt him. She hid her face in his chest as he talked on the phone, trying and failing to push the tears down while he brought his hand up, running it gently through her hair, trying to calm her as much as himself.
The phone conversation ended quickly and he kissed her head, cradling her to his chest. He murmured, "I'm sorry, sweetheart."
"Don't be. It's your job, I know it's your job, it's just…hard." She pulled back to look at him and saw his eyes soften at her tear-streaked face. "When do you have to go?"
"A few days."
"How… how long will you be gone?"
"I don't know, baby." He wrapped his arms around her waist, running a hand up and down her back soothingly.
She took a deep breath, looking into his eyes. "It's a good thing I got that picture of you today."
Jonathan hadn't expected that. "What do you mean?"
Lucy looked down and opened the locket around her neck. It was empty. "I've been waiting my whole life to put someone's picture in here. To keep them next to my heart." She looked back to him then and saw his eyes swimming with affection. "You'll be right here with me while I wait for you to come home."
He took her face in his hands and kissed her slowly, trying to pour all of his love into it. "I'll need to print out a picture of you too, to keep with my gear. We'll be okay," he said trying to reassure himself as much as her.
"We'll be okay," she repeated.
"I love you, Lucy." He said it with so much conviction that she wanted to cry again.
"I love you too, Jonathan." She was so sure of it, he thought, so sure that he was worthy of all she had to give. It made him ache to think he would be parted from her.
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The next day was full of packing and hugs and reassurances. Lucy and Jonathan were practically glued together, making every moment count.
They went to Walgreens where Lucy printed out the tiniest picture of Jonathan they sold, and Jonathan printed several pictures of Lucy to take with him.
Lucy painstakingly cut out her photo while Jonathan found a safe space in his pack where his photos wouldn't get crushed. He kept his favorite, one of her in her favorite dress (and his favorite dress on her), her face lit up with a smile as she looked at him behind the camera, and put it in the pocket of his jeans for the moment. He would keep this with him, he thought, the whole time he was gone. That way, he would never be without her, not really.
He watched as Lucy fit the photo into her locket. She took a picture with her phone and sent it to her grandmother before fastening it in place around her neck again.
Her grandmother responded almost immediately: I knew it would be him. I knew it the first time you mentioned him.
Lucy smiled at that as Jonathan wrapped his arms around her from behind.
"Can I see it?" He asked.
She opened it, revealing the photo of him from the beach, smiling at her.
He laid his hand over hers, closing the locket back up again before letting it fall and settle right over her heart.
"Next to your heartbeat," he said quietly.
"Right where you should be."
He sighed, turning her in his arms to face him and bending down to lean his forehead against hers. "I didn't know love could hurt so much."
"It's only because we love each other so much," she said quietly. "It can mend is just as much as it can hurt us."
They stayed like that for a moment, eyes closed, foreheads together.
"You'll be okay, right?" She whispered.
Jonathan took her face in his hands, running his thumb along her cheek. "I'll be okay, sweetheart. I swear it."
Lucy nodded, her lip trembling, and he kissed her softly.
"You have to be strong for me baby, okay? We both have to be."
She nodded again, trying to memorize the feeling of him against her. "I'm sorry. You have enough to worry about without having to reassure me."
He pulled her closer, into a tight hug. He kissed her temple. "Don't apologize. It's a lot, but you're my priority." He hesitated for a moment before saying, "Do you want to go for a walk?"
She agreed and he took her hand, leading her out into the night.
They walked for a bit, talking about anything besides Jonathan's impending departure. He stopped them under a lamppost, and looked deeply into her eyes.
"I love you, Lucy. I love you so much."
"I love you, too."
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. She felt like no one had loved her more than in that moment.
They pulled back and looked into each other's eyes.
"Wait for me to come home."
#lovelink#lovelink jonathan#jonathan hayes#lovelink albert#albert bishop#lovelink fanfic#lovelink fanfiction#lovelink fic#jonathan hayes fanfic#jonathan hayes fanfiction#jonathan hayes fic#jonathan hayes x reader#jonathan hayes x mc
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Lovelink: Hugo Hornsby (Bored)
Rating: PG
Word count: 1603
Summary: Hugo Hornsby is late, and Isadora can’t help but feel herself slipping out of his life. Maybe some love fizzles out just like this; tired and bored.
"The games you played were never fun
You'd say you'd stay but then you'd run"
Bored. Isadora hunched forward over the diner counter and rested her cheek against her fist, very slowly rolling her eyes. He was late, again, and that was becoming an unfamiliar habit. She was getting bored. The last time she had seen him, she was walking around her apartment in her underwear, making him a coffee while he awaited on the couch. He stared at her hips while rambling on about planetary disease and she just nodded along. Two weeks later, he was...
"Late. So late. I know, I'm so fucking sorry." Hugo Hornsby scrambled onto the neighbouring stool and tossed his wallet down on the counter.
Isadora both cringed and laughed inside when his voice dropped to a whisper as he swore, then rose again with an emphatic sorry.
His cheeks were ruddy and the brown sugar hair upon his head was unkempt. He slept in. And regardless, she was charmed, hidden deep beneath her impatience. Hugo Hornsby was sort of ravishing.
"Good morning, Hugo."
"No smile for your best friend?"
She frowned, deeply, just in time for a waitress to set a cup of coffee in front of Hugo with a lightly toasted bagel with too much butter. They'd only gone to this diner for a few months, but everyone knew their orders quite quickly. It was just far enough from the city that they almost forgot about the real lives waiting for them back home. Almost.
"I'm starting to get the feeling that you don't have time for friends, Hugo. You bailed on Taylor Thursday night too." He flinched, and Isadora braced herself for a pang of guilt, despite its truth.
"Taylor was a mistake, I already talked to him about it. If you two aren't dating anymore, why does he talk to you so much anyways?"
"Bitter-bug." If he was going to act like a child, so would she.
"What did you call me?" His brows furrowed, a crease forming behind the bangs that kept falling in his face.
"You're bitter that Taylor thinks I'm cooler than you. And why we talk is no longer your business, we're allowed to be friends. You introduced us to each other, it's not our fault we're close."
The dating ruse had been fun while it lasted, but soon it became clear that there was a lot more complexity to Hugo and Sally's relationship. They'd been so close, Sally almost gave in. But even if she had, would Hugo have chosen Isadora after everything that had happened? She wasn't sure she would have settled for being a rebound if it was Sally's decision to leave.
"I suppose that one is on me. And I am sorry I'm late, I spent my Friday night marking thirty science tests in my least favourite unit."
"You don't have a least favourite unit," she said bluntly. "How was date night with Sal?"
Hugo shrugged sheepishly, a bit guilty but mostly embarrassed by his lie. She knew he missed their original date night that week because there was no obligatory Instagram post about it. She hated that she knew the inside workings of his whole life. He was very predictable, even if he wasn't calling her as much anymore.
"I wanted to take her to the restaurant her parents brought us to when we graduated, but it was three hours away. We drove all of the way there and it was closed, then got stuck in traffic the whole way home. She's back to not talking to me, again."
"She should have killed you."
"Isadora?" He stared at her so earnestly her heart began to slow, anticipation like a heavy rock on her chest. Time was slow around Hugo, love took a lot more patience than she ever dreamed. "What am I doing?"
Breaking my heart, she silently lamented.
"You're living whatever life you chose for yourself. Very few people choose, Hugo. Don't you feel lucky?"
Maybe it was cruel, but she couldn't look at him as she said it. She wanted him to recoil, to show a glimpse of misery or regret for what could have been. She just didn't want to see it, it would make her too sad to sit next him and know he hurt just as much as her. For what? That was a good question.
Maybe the only look on his face was content and at peace with his choices. Maybe he wasn't hurting like her at all. She couldn't bear to see that either.
"I'm very happy for everything I have. I suppose I could consider myself lucky."
When she finally looked, she really couldn't read what he was feeling. All she knew was that she was soaking up every ounce of exhaustion clinging to the air like radiation. And it all came from Hugo. Who was he these days? Was everyone losing him like this or was it just her?
"I've been thinking about something lately. You don't text me anymore, I know we hang out here and there. I don't want to seem ungrateful, but I miss waiting to see your name pop up on my phone during a long shift. It used to make my day, talking to you about the little things. Once upon a time we were just friends on an app and nothing else mattered." Back when it was hopeful to fall in love with him, when he made promises.
Not promises, she supposed, declarations maybe. Ideas. Dreams that turned into bad ideas.
"I miss you too. I know it's been different for a while, I've been torn in so many directions I don't have a brain left to communicate with some days. It's a lousy excuse, but I know how different it's been. It's not just... I really do miss you, I promise."
"Just text me, if you think about me some days and have the time. You don't have to waste any thoughts on me, ever. But if you do," she shrugged.
Hugo rubbed his eyes, sighed a little. "No thought of you is ever a waste, and if I were to text you every time I thought about you, you'd swear I was obsessed with you."
A sad smirk curled Isadora's lip and she leaned a little into his side. They sat facing the kitchen, not looking at each other, shoulder to shoulder.
"Not if I answered back to every one. Then we'd both be obsessed, that would be pretty pathetic I suppose."
"Incurably pathetic." His voice was smooth with a gentle authoritative tone that came from years of teaching.
The romantics dream, a very simple foundation to it at least, is to find someone who actively chooses you. Hugo Hornsby woke up some days and chose Sally, as he had for about a decade prior to meeting Isadora. Then there were other days, when he came over for dinner with her favourite snacks in a bag and sleek button up shirt, almost always green, with a smile just for her. And she swore, however delusional she may have been, that he chose her over and over again.
And then he'd leave. Rinse... repeat.
"Taylor mentioned that they have more auditions on Monday night, I was hoping you'd have time to binge Ito's new cooking show. Netflix gave him a wicked budget; there's a whole episode about trying to teach the prince to make desserts for his fiancee."
Hugo's dimples framed a wide smile, his deep blue eyes sharp under the harsh diner lights. "That sounds perfect! How about I bring some of the wine Sally and I made last summer?"
Isadora nodded, despite the notion of drinking that wine seeming slightly sacrilegious. They'd only ever gotten drunk together one other time, and during a particularly harsh wind storm. She fell asleep on the couch and woke up at 4am, holding Hugo's hand from where he laid unconscious on the floor. No matter how tight she had squeezed, he hadn't woken up. Isadora had cried silently for what seemed like ages, wondering if it was her first and last time to ever hold his hand.
She could never hold his hand in public, never kiss his lips in private, never feel his body curl around hers in a bed they couldn't share. Hugo Hornsby was not her fiance, or boyfriend, or lover.
He was just her friend, shoulder to shoulder with her in a diner on the off-beaten path outside of town.
"If you're bringing wine, I'll provide the cheese. Actually, I'll grab some back up wine too, the temperature drops Monday and we're in for a cold night."
"Perfect!" He cheered excitedly, earning a dirty look from a rather tired looking waitress.
"You're perfect," Isadora smiled. She swore Hugo even blushed. Did he blush for Sally? Did she ever try to get such a reaction from her partner?
"Isadora?" She stared at him expectantly and wondered if she could ever get sick of hearing him say her name. Her arm was still pressed tightly against his side, to the point that she was almost falling off of the stool.
"Yes, Hugo?"
"The butterflies don't go away," he whispered. Those blue eyes were dimmer, dimples disappearing into a tightened jaw. Isadora looked away and rested her head on his shoulder, for just a second. She pretended it was to comfort him and not herself.
"Everything dies, Hugo. Especially the butterflies."
He should know that... it happened with Sally, didn't it?
"And when you walk out the door and leave me torn
You're teaching me to live without it"
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Gave Your Heart to a Hurricane// Albert Bishop chap 6
Author’s note: I’m so sorry for not updating in what seems like forever. I’ve been stressed out and going through some shit at work and in my personal life. Plus typing on a laptop with a kitten around is a challenge. Plus Morticia (said kitten) is just distracting all on her own. She’s so fucking adorable. I won’t promise you that I’ll be better at updating because I don’t know if I will or not. But here’s an update. Hope you guys like it!
Taglist: @SOLLLARIS, @BOBASHEEBABY, @ANOTHERRENNELL, @NEVER-NEVERLAND
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War, it ain't nothin' but a heartbreaker
“Trav, it’s been a month. Albert and I are fine.” I assure my brother as I walk into Albert’s apartment. “I don’t know why you are continuously worried about my relationship with your friend.”
“I’ve known Albert longer than you.” He reminds me. “He was a player.”
“Like every other male in the military.” I remind him, rolling my eyes. I kick off my sneakers at the door and hang my keys up on the key hook before strolling into the living room. It’s quiet, Albert must still be sleeping. “I’ve dated worse guys than players. If I can handle a drunk drug addict, I can handle a guy potentially cheating on me.”
Travis sighs. “I don’t want you to go through another Bennie situation.”
“Then you’re just gonna have to be happy for me and Albert.” A chuckle escapes my lips. “Albert isn’t going to hurt me like Bennie did.”
“Does he know about that whole situation?” Travis asks, causing me to sigh. “Grace, he needs to know.”
“We’ve officially been dating a month, seeing each other for two and talking for a couple more months.” I start. “I...I don’t want to scare him off. I know he needs to know and I’ll tell him everything.. I just need to figure shit out and find the perfect way to tell him.”
“He loves you, Gracie.” He assures me. “Nothing you do or say will scare him off. It’s actually annoying. He loves you despite your obnoxious flaws.” He laughs, causing one to escape my own lips.
“You’re an asshole, big brother.”
“But I’m your favorite.” He sings. Damn him from being right.
Just as I’m about to open my mouth to reply, I hear whimpers coming from Albert’s room following him screaming someone’s name.
“Hey, I’ve got to go. I’ll talk to you later.” I quickly hang up before sprinting to Albert’s bed room. I swing the door open and find him tossing and turning screaming names and swearing. Sweat is dripping off him in buckets. I rush over to him to try and stop the thrashing and walk him up. But he’s too strong.
I straddle his torso and use my total body weight to grab his wrists and force them to the bed, shaking him once to walk him up. His eyes open wide and he looks at me in complete shock. His breathing is erratic and he doesn’t know what’s real and what isn’t. He looks around the dark room and lets out a sigh of relief. His breathing slowly goes back to normal as he relaxes under me.
“You want to talk about it?” I ask, my hands are still around his wrists and I’m still straddling him.
“You’re wearing too many clothes to be in that position.” He jokes, clearly ignoring the elephant in the room.
I give him a stern look. “You don’t have to put on that macho persona every military man gets when it comes to PTSD. You can talk to me about things, even if you have to be vague.”
He just sighs.
“Albert, whatever you tell me, isn’t going to scare me away.” I assure him. “I’m an army brat, I may not have experienced the horrors of the fire fights or being on the front line but I’ve experienced the horrors only a military family member can face.”
“Which is?” His eyebrow is raised, condescending almost. It’s like his waiting for me to describe something that he’ll quickly have to correct.
“Witnessing your loved one slowly decaying from the inside.” I reply. “We watch as you guys become shells of your former selves and we watch the walls being built brick by fucking brick. We watch as you guys face these inner battles but refuse to talk about them. We watch as you guys slow kill yourself by drinking and doing drugs. I’ve watched my father wrestle a gun out of my uncle’s hands to prevent him from killing himself. I’ve seen the horrors you army guys won’t see because you never want to admit something is wrong.”
Albert lets out a sigh and I let him go. “I don’t want to subject you to this.” He admits as he pulls me down on top of him. “You’re this light in my life and I’d hate to be the reason you dim.”
“Albert Bishop, I knew exactly what I was getting myself into the moment we started talking. If I was gonna run away, it would have been the moment you got deployed early on in our relationship. But I waited patiently for your return. I love you and all your demons. And that is something that’ll never change. Army Brat’s promise.”
He chuckles before looking me deep in the eyes. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
“Oh I know but you’re more than welcome to keep reminding me daily.” I laugh.
“I’ll talk about my deployment with you.” He informs me. “Under one condition.”
“Okay what’s the condition?”
“You tell me about what happened to you when Travis was in boot camp…”
#albert bishop#albert bishop fanfiction#albert bishop fanfic#albert bishop romance#lovelink#lovelink game#lovelink app#lovelink fanfic#lovelink fanfiction
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Homecoming - A lovelink Fanfic
Homecoming - A lovelink Fanfiction
Character pairing: Jonathan Hayes x F!Reader
Word Count: 1750ish
Warnings: Smut (MF, Oral and vaginal sex)
Synopsis: After waiting for months for Jonathan to return from his posting, you finally get a notification that he’s home. When you reunite it’s fireworks.
A/N: Hello, yes, I have a new minor hyperobsession that I’m dragging people down into with me. I’m not suddenly going to turn into a lovelink account, but I needed to get these thoughts out of my head. Thanks to @musicalninja, @lillianfromaccounting, and @thelookingglassalice for going down this rabbit hole with me and helping me with the images.
THERE ARE IMAGES IN THIS FIC YOU NEED TO SEE FOR THE STORY.
Homecoming
Four months.
Four months, you’d kept the LoveLink app on your phone, not swiping any profiles or chatting with singles in your area, just keeping it - in case. Four months of fearing the worst and hoping for the best. Four months of wondering if you should move on and try to find that same connection again with someone new. Four months of no word and not knowing if that meant he was dead, or he’d forgotten about you, or he was out there, on the front line missing you as much as you missed him. Four months of wondering if you were a complete idiot for falling for a man so damned quickly when you knew he was going to be taken away from you.
And then your phone buzzed.
You didn’t put too much hope in the small chime that let you know you had a LoveLink notification. You didn’t hold out too much hope as you picked up your phone. You’d gotten a few of them over the last couple of months and usually, it was just a reminder that you had matches waiting to speak to you. You didn’t want to match anyone else. It didn’t matter who was out there, they could be a magical centaur from another world and you would swipe right. You were waiting on Jonathan.
You blinked at the screen, not quite sure if you were hallucinating or not. It wouldn’t be the first time that a matchup on LoveLink had ended up with you hallucinating. You quickly opened the app and stared at the screen. The ‘I’ll be waiting’ you’d sent him four months ago that had been taunting you was no longer the most recent message.
You stared at the phone as he dropped back offline again. Your heart was pounding in your chest. He was back. And he remembered you. And he was on his way here.
He was on his way here!
You jumped up and hurriedly started to tidy up. You were still in sweats and you looked like you’d just come back from a 10-mile run. You jumped in the shower and changed into something that sat on the border of sweet and sexy. You were just fixing your hair when your doorbell rang.
You hurried to the door and pulled it open.
Standing before you was the man you’d been dreaming about for four months. The corners of his mouth twitched as you reached up and cradled his jaw. Your thumb caressed his cheek as your fingers traveled over the scar that ran down his brow, spitting his eyebrow in two and narrowly missing his left eye. You had studied the photos he’d sent so many times now, you could draw his face in your sleep. He put his hand on yours and leaned into your palm. Slowly he turned his head and kissed your palm.
His lips moved to the inside of your wrist and he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your pulse was racing, and part of you still wasn’t sure that this was real. Where your skin met his it felt like there was a current passing between you. Like you were a live wire and he was grounding you. He looked down into your eyes and smiled softly. “I can’t believe I’m here with you.”
“I can’t believe you’re back,” you said, leaning in toward him.
He met you halfway, his lips connecting with yours. What was meant to be soft and tender only lasted a moment. You kissed hard and passionately. There was a frantic need that was four months in the making. Neither of you could keep your hands off each other. You slid one into his hair, bunching your fingers in the short blond locks as the other slid up his chest and closed around his dog tags. His hands slid around your hips and up your back. He lifted you off your feet just for a moment - long enough to get you inside and kick the door closed behind him.
He pushed you up against the wall and you wrapped your leg around his waist, drawing him closer to you. He kissed down to your neck, and his hands slid up under your skirt gripping your ass as he ground his hardening cock against you.
“God, Jonathan,” you moaned. “I need you.”
“I was hoping you’d say that,” he said.
You grinned and grabbed his hands, pulling him back into your bedroom. When you were inside, you began unfastening his shirt. He pulled back and looked down at you, his hands going to your shoulder and slowly pushing the straps of your dress down your arms, the back of her fingers grazing over your skin and sending a warm tingle through you. His gaze was full of lust, but there was love there too. It was strange to have fallen for someone so completely so quickly, but you could see he had, and you knew you had too.
“You are so beautiful,” he breathed.
You looked over his firm, muscular chest up to his clear blue eyes and smirked. “You’re not too bad yourself, hot stuff.”
You let your dress fall to the ground and stepped out of it as you pushed his shirt off. His calloused fingers skimmed over your bare skin, and he kissed you again. You could practically taste his feelings for you in the tender caress of his lips. He unhooked your bra and you unfastened his pants and pushed them down.
The last few steps to your bed were slow, and each of you shed the last of your clothes as you made them. You sat back on the bed and pulled him close, nosing at his cock. He was achingly hard and at the small touch, it jumped and leaked pre-come down the shaft. You licked up the sticky trail and swirled your tongue over the head. He groaned, bunching his hands in your hair and you slowly took him into your mouth, relaxing your throat so you could take him completely.
“Fuck…” he moaned. “I’ve dreamed of that beautiful mouth of yours.”
You pulled back and looked up at him, making him make a needy whining sound. “Is that all you dreamed about?”
“No,” he said as you took him into your mouth again. “I dreamed about all of you. Being able to see your smile, and hear your laugh. To read your teasing texts. I’ve dreamed of taking you out and exploring the world with you. Of your pussy. The taste of it, and how good it feels when my cock is buried deep inside it.”
As he spoke you sucked and bobbed your head up and down. His voice became breathier and cracked as he spoke and when he finished speaking he groaned and tugged on your hair. “God… you gotta stop or we’re not gonna get to the good bit.”
You laughed pulling back and looking up at him. “We can’t have that.”
He kneeled between your legs and pushed them apart. “Your turn,” he said, and dipped his head down. His tongue pushed between your folds, swirling around to taste as much as he could before focusing on your clit. Your toes curled and you gripped his hair as hot currents shot straight up your spine. He sucked your clit into his mouth and flicked his tongue back and forth over it. You groaned and shudders your legs trembling slightly. “God, you’re so good with your mouth.”
A slight blush went to his cheeks, which was strangely adorable considering that his cheeks were so firm planted between your thighs. He kept licking and sucking at the sensitive bud, sending shockwaves through your core. You threw your head back in pure ecstasy and all your muscles seized up at once as you came.
“Wow,” Jonathan breathed. His soft pink lips glistening with your fluids. “That was fast. And hot.”
“It’s been a long build-up,” you said, pulling him up onto you.
He guided you back as he crawled between your legs. You welcomed him between them and as he lined himself up, you pushed up your hips to meet him. He kissed you again. You could taste the tartness of yourself on his lips and you sucked greedily on them. With a quick snap of his hips, he was inside you.
You gasped and moaned loudly, arching your back in the hope it would push even more of him inside you. He groaned into your lips and began to thrust. He started slow and passionate - like he was trying to make this special and meaningful. Like he wanted it to be more than just sex, but a connection too. It didn’t last. It had been a long time for both of you, and neither of you could hold back your passion.
He thrust hard and fast into you as you gripped at his back and writhed under him. The buzz of pleasure built in you to the point that your edges felt fuzzy and you couldn’t tell where you ended and he began. His mouth moved from your lips to your neck and back again adding to the desperate passionate nature of everything. As his hips began to stutter, you slipped your hand between both your bodies and rubbed your clit, and as one, you came. You cried out and arched up under him, your whole body shuddering as your orgasm crashed down on you, and at the same time, he jerked into you and released, his cock pulsing inside your fluttering walls.
“Wow,” he sighed, as he slipped out of you and rolled onto his back.
“You’re telling me,” you said, rolling to look at him. “Don’t think I’ve ever done the simultaneous orgasm before.”
He laughed and blushed. “You are so dirty. I love it.”
You nosed at his cheek. “Stick around, and you can see just how dirty I can get.”
He smiled and looked at you, brushing some of your hair off your face. “Don’t worry, this time I’m not going anywhere.”
#lovelink#lovelink fanfic#jonathan hayes#jonathan hayes fanfic#jonathan hayes x reader#jonathan hayes x f!reader#smut#fanfic#fanfiction#reader insert#homecoming
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MissK's Kinktober 2021 masterlist
Oh, look! My ability to write porn has reached other fandoms 😁
Day 1. The Wayhaven Chronicles: Good Manners | Nate Sewell x Stella Lovejoy
Day 2. The Crown and The Flame: Hide and Seek | Raydan Lykel x Kenna Rys
Day 5. Perfect Match: Toys With Miraculous Healing Effects | M!Hayden Young x Natasha Park
Day 6. Love Island The Game: Levi x Jane Abrams
Day 10. Lovelink: Ryan Byrne x Sarah Eklund
Day 11. Open Heart: Rafael Aveiro x Evelyn Bennington
Day 12. The Baller: Brody Easton x Delilah Maddox
Day 15. Desire and Decorum: Annabelle Parsons x Veronica Dantas
Day 20. Love Island The Game: Lucas Koh x Rosalie Brown
Day 22. Ride or Die: Logan x Carla Mendoza
Day 24. Finding Master Right: Banner Jennings x Kate Jennings
Day 27. The Royal Romance: Liam Rys x Jade Bourbon-Rys
Day 29. Bloodbound: Jax Matsuo x Samantha Holden
Day 31. Desire and Decorum: Prince Hamid x Daphne Wang
#fanfiction#choices fanfic#litg fanfic#the wayhaven chronicles fanfic#chapters fanfic#lovelink fanfic
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So I did a thing... I hope you enjoy this early Christmas gift you lovely devils! 😈 🎁
Drop a message for what you would like to see next! Special thanks to @whispering-15-willow @srsizzness and @stnskitten for the great ideas 😉 other special mentions will be down below for all you awesome snowfolks!
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Christmas Charm
She wished she could take a picture of his embarrassed, debauched face. She was corrupting the youngest son of Santa Klaus.
And he loved it.
His family on the other hand may have a few words to say... all 17 of them.
Thank you to @missmidnightxo @t-taylor-s @theclowneryqueen @thelazypaul @screw-u-vaanu @askrikkaiandhyotei @retired-scenekid @xx10enlit3xx @eternalfrozenlily @galaxyostars @junexmoon and @sizzlinggaygirl for your lovely support! Hot chocolates for you! ☕️🍫
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I wrote a LoveLink one shot as a challenge/exercise with my friend to overcome my writer's block! It is based on speed_rac3r's series "LoveLink: Rats at the Mercy of Men" for Ryan Byrne and Skylar Quinn.
I also drew an accompanying fanart! Cropped version below!
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i’ve never been attracted to so many people, romantically and physically. 😳 serious kudos to the artist(s) designing/drawing the characters.
#lovelink#fans self#i need fanfiction to read#there’s only one for lovelink on Ao3 lmao#and it’s for a match i didn’t even know existed
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Last night my brain decided that it would take all the fandom, gather it up, and shove it in a blender, and thus, I dreamed I got trapped in Hill House and the only way out was to download and play Lovelink. But I couldn't figure out the swiping mechanic, so I yelled, "Just show me fucking Beckett!!" upon which the dream changed into me being a ghost like Sirius Black in It All Started in the Shower. In an absolute agony of secondhand embarrassment, I was forced to witness a young Beckett and Jan Pieterzoon meeting in dance club and hooking up in a hotel. They had never met before, and neither of them had Auspex and didn't realize the other was a vampire. Please picture me invisible, trapped, and standing in a corner facing the wall in an effort to give them privacy as the dream played to Romero's sexy whimpers from VTMB and I cursed the entire physics of magic, the universe, and myself specifically.
#text post#I'm laughing#but also so weird!!!#sometimes my brain does what it wants#and I'm just living here#I watched one (1) ep of hill house last night#very good so far!#also very hard to tell the ladies apart#they all have the same hair#the haunting of hill house#lovelink#vtm#cuthbert beckett#jan pieterzoon#hp#vtmb#vtm romero#fanfiction#it all started in the shower
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Rating: Mature
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M, M/M
Fandom: LoveLink (Video Game)
Relationships: Damien Jones/You, Damien Jones/Female Reader, Damien Jones/Male Reader
Characters: Damien Jones, Gender Neutral Reader - Character, Jaden Bower, unnamed characters
Additional Tags: Angst, Spoilers, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, I hope, I will cry if this happens in the game, prison escape
Summary: Damien makes his escape.
Chapter three of All on the Line is up. Completely in Damien’s POV.
Tags: @choiceslife @itsstillnotwhatyouthink @jovialyouthmusic @lolablackwrites
#damien jones fanfiction#damien jones fanfic#Damien Jones#lovelink fanfic#lovelink#all on the line#lovelink damien#damien jones x gender neutral reader#gender neutral reader
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Til You Come Back Home
Pairing: Jonathan Hayes x Reader
That last Jonathan update made me cry and I got really sad so I needed to write some fluff to make me feel better. This is kind off of one of the diamond options for making plans with him.
I had gotten used to missing Jonathan before, when he was deployed. It was like a constant ache in my chest, never easing or going away no matter what I was doing. I knew he didn’t want me to worry, but I couldn’t help it. I loved him, and he was the first one running into danger over there, so how could I not?
Then, there was the other kind of missing him after he got back. After the firework incident at the lake, after he realized his wounds weren’t only skin deep. After he decided he needed to get help before he could be with me again.
I was unbelievably proud of him. I really was. I know how hard it can be to take that initiative and realize you need to get help from a professional.
But, god, I missed him. Knowing that he was home but so far out of reach hurt me in ways that I never expected. I told myself it was a good thing, that at least I knew where he was, and I knew that he was safe and working to feel better. But I also knew that he was hurting and there was nothing I could do about it.
And when we could finally be together again...to say that emotions were running high is an understatement. He brushed the tears away from my face so gently, held me so close, and though he was trying to hide it, I’m pretty sure he cried a little, too. I don’t think I had ever felt such pure relief and joy than when I was finally in his arms again that day.
“What are you thinking about?” Jonathan murmured in my ear and tucked me a little closer into his side.
He surprised me tonight. We moved in together practically immediately after he had come back. After I got home from work today, there was a well constructed blanket fort in the middle of the living room, and Jonathan was in the kitchen getting all of our favorite snacks ready. He had mentioned wanting to do this before he left last time. And now he was back and we got to do it. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was.
We cuddled up in the fort together and Jonathan let me pick any movie that I wanted. He practically always has his hands on me since he came back, and I’m the same way. It’s like we need to remind each other that this is real, that we actually get to stay together this time.
“Nothing,” I said quietly. “I’m just feeling really thankful.”
“Yeah?” He kissed my temple, running his hand down my side.
“Mmhmm. I love you a lot.”
I could feel him smiling. “I love you more, baby.”
“Impossible.”
He laughed, and gently took my chin in his hand, guiding my lips to his and making my knees weak.
#lovelink#lovelink fic#lovelink fanfic#lovelink fanfiction#jonathan hayes#lovelink jonathan#lovelink jonathan hayes#lovelink jonathan fanfic#lovelink jonathan fic#jonathan hayes fanfic#jonathan hayes fic#lovelink jonathan x mc#lovelink jonathan x reader#jonathan hayes x reader#jonathan hayes x mc#albert bishop#lovelink albert
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