#link mainstream

[sincericida]

frat!Peter Parker, you’re living in my mind. rent free...

[reidslovely]

How to Disappear: Life Unknown.

A/N: If you are reading this I finally decided to let this fic see the light of day. I wasn’t sure if this is something I wanted to post or not, seeing as Link is a very complex character. By that I mean he’s literally a walking piece of shit. But at the same time I’m constantly telling myself that it is normal to write fix it fics for awful characters, but like the whole Isabelle situation is very hard to write about. I wanted to see an ending for Link/Alex where he gets the help he deserves. He is severely mentally ill. But I also wanted to touch on Link’s past, and how this went on for as long as it did.I also selfishly wanted to see him have a love story and have human emotions sooo..

Please reblog and comment, pretty please.

Genre: Fix it Fic 

Pairing: Link/Alex Goodrich x Fem! Reader/OC-ish

Content Warnings: Mentions of suicide, person talking about struggles of being on the ASPD spectrum, talks of psychiatric hospital stays, bodily harm, neglect of child’s mental health.

Alexander Goodrich

It glared back at him in dull blue ink.

It was an unfamiliar moniker scrawled at the top of the sign out sheet. The longer he stared the more alien it felt to him. Alex was a kid who burnt down a school, Alexander was the beloved son to a local politician who had to put on a good face for mommy and daddy.

Parents who deny their kid mental health assistance, create monsters. The Goodrich’s today would deny that the hot mess YouTuber, donning the name ‘No One Special’ or more simply Link, was not their estranged son. That their dear son, Alex, had run off two months into a psychiatric stay that never happened; never to be seen again. When in all reality he was shipped off to a boarding school he had run away from only days later. Since that day he was constantly ghosting about, avoiding the issues he had caused by running away. No amount of running could stop the issues he had for so long. He was not- is not a good person. But before facing that knowledge he knew he could always run away, try again- and if that didn’t work; he’d run away again.

Till he couldn’t run anymore.

Everywhere he ran cameras, girls, articles talking about no one special followed him. He had fucked up, worse than he had in a long time. A girl died because of him, because he let power get to his head. Not because of Frankie, Jake, or the internet.

Because of him. He was the reason a girl was dead.

“Alex.” A nurse's voice rang out through the white, cold halls of the hospital.

Evansport Long-Term Psychiatric Care Facility in LA was a cold place, even with its blue and yellow painted walls. This had been home for the last two years, and this time it was different. He swiped at his nose standing up nervously, shoving his sweaty hands into his pockets as he approached the older woman. Counting the tiles as he walked, this was it- he was finally getting to leave. He was ready, he was different- he hoped.

“Mr. Goodrich, can’t say I’m not sad to see you go.” Dorothy says, passing the bag of his belongings off to him. Alex nodded, giving her a grateful smile; he tucked the clear bag under his arm hugging the older woman. This was something he had been working on since his diagnosis. Alex had always known there was something going on with him, something much bigger than himself- that made him act how he did. It’s not that he didn’t want to be good, he did. Alex always wanted to be good, no matter what the child psychologists would say. He just didn’t know what exactly being good meant, he had always had these…urges. Whether it was to knock his peers off the swingset, beat that kid from gym classes head in if he stared for too long. Alex had no impulse control, he struggled to relate to his peers. But, mom and dad said he’d grow out of it; he never did. He tried, god he tried but he could never find a good way to help himself.

He was not a good person. But he was trying.

“Thank you Dottie.” Alex said, dropping his arms, patting his bag. “Do you think there will be people out there?” He asked after a minute, his head nodding towards the door. His voice flattered for a second, there were still people curious about him and it made him sick. Before it would have thrilled him, but now..he didn’t even want to see one camera in his face. The flash alone would send him into a spiral he feared.

“No, no they never guess dismissal right from those silly sources. Besides, you look a little different now huh? Wouldn’t notice you unless they stared at ya to hard.”

He did. Link, now Alex, had changed since his check in date. His blonde hair had grown out past his shoulders into his natural brown at one point. Dorothy took it upon herself to cut it for him when he’d max out on reward points. He now dawned a bit more stubble, and perfect brown hair, with a hat and sunglasses no one would notice him- hopefully.

Alex checked everything one last time, before giving Dorothy a tight-lipped smile and turned on his heel heading for the door. It felt like a threat, a gun pointed to his head. He always thought what this day would be like, what he would do when he got out. Link, that’s who he was when he checked in, thought he would be here two months before he got sick of it. He would check out, cut his hair and run away again, but then the therapy, the medication- it all started to help.

Admitting there was a problem, admitting that he was the problem and that a young girl had died because of what he did. Alex realized he had to change, that it was finally time to help himself.

No more lies.

He gave Isbelle’s family the requested money in court before there was even an opening testament, only requesting to return back to the psychiatric facility with what he had left to pay for it. Now here he was about to throw up, as he crossed the threshold into his new life.

His face flushed at the sunlight, he silently shut the door and started walking up the long driveway towards the gate. He sniffled and cleared his throat, sitting on a bench he’d claim as his own on his daily walks, he wasn’t quite ready to take those last few steps out of the gate. Digging in the bag, he pulled everything out: a black button up and slacks he had worn to court, a hoodie, his wallet, his phone.

His phone, he tossed it between his hands- the weight felt sickening in his hand.

“If it hadn’t been for the phone- no the phone didn’t cause this.” He reminded himself, he turned it on. Not knowing why, or what he thought he was gonna get out of it. The biggest part of him hoped it wouldn’t turn on, in the two years it had been shut off that it just magically died.

The ping of it turning on made him irrationally angry, wanting to just shut it off. Floods of text messages washed over his screen. No twitter, no instagram- he had deleted them on their way back from court.

For a minute everything stopped, no more text messages- till a final ding.

Frankie - Today 8:06 am.

“twitter source says your stay ends today. we should talk.”

His brother must have been paying on his phone bill somehow, he never mentioned it in their phone conversations. His thumbs danced over the keyboard, typing and erasing a replay- what did he say? Three dots popped up, soon replaced by a message.

Frankie - Today 8:15 am.

“you know where to find me.”

He closed his phone, shoving it into the pocket of his sweatpants, finally standing and pushing the gate open.

-

The old magic bar was in the middle of town, it was a bit of a walk but it did him good. The sun felt nice, it was finally fall, which meant the wind blew through here and there. As he reached the now abandoned building he halted, looking around. What if this was some sort of ambush- and the minute he walked down that alley his face would be everywhere in the next couple hours. His heart-rate increased, it felt like it was stuck in his throat.

Alex’s feet carried him forward with hesitant, quiet steps. If someone was waiting for him they wouldn’t hear him coming.

“Frankie is good, too good. She wouldn’t do that. Even if that’s what you deserved.”

He thought to himself as he looked around. He shoved his hands into his sweatpants, picking at the lint twirling it around between his fingers. Footsteps carefully found their way up the steps, he turned his head automatically.

Frankie looked older now, more mature. Her hair was longer, tucked behind her ear showing her scar off proudly. He always liked when she was confident. Her clothes are no longer ill fitted, but tailored and comforting. She’s come into her own.

“Hope you’re not here to ambush me.” He says quietly, taking in the woman before him. Frankie shook her head, her fingers dancing on the metal railing.

“No, no. I should but-” She stopped herself, looking around. “I’ve gotten out of the habit of picking out others' to feel better about myself. You should try it.”

Alex laughed, well, he blew air out of his nostrils and let his lips curl up into a bitter smile. “Yeah, me too. Never made me feel better about myself.”

“Could have shocked me.”

It was a silence for a moment, it was an unpleasant memory sitting here with her like this. There was a unpleasant lingering in the air like a bomb was going to drop.

“Did you love me? Or even like me?”

There it was.

What a weighted question, he gripped the metal railing swaying back and forth on his feet. “No.” He admitted, looking Frankie in her eye. “I didn’t love you- I don’t love I haven’t since..well in a really long time. I think..” He stopped himself, thinking about his next few words carefully. “I was infatuated with you. I tricked myself into thinking I loved you. I hurt you and I’m sorry it had to happen for me to be here now.”

Frankie stared at Link, Alex- whoever this new man in front of her was. “So who was she? There’s always a ‘she’ in these situations isn’t there?”

Alex laughed, rolling a rock under the sole of his shoe. “Was she one of the girls who fooled around with while we-”

“No, no..no. She was a girl I had known a long time ago, in high school. I think she was the last person who had ever tried to understand me. She didn’t look at me like a project.”

Alex’s heart twisted into a knot thinking about the girl who had up and left him, their hometown, everything. It had been the catalyst- the incident that sent him over the edge. Where was she now?

It wasn’t a jab to Frankie, however the twitch of her nose let him know he had offended her. “Sorry, sorry I shouldn’t have said that” It was sincere, Frankie shrugged her shoulders.

“No it’s true. We just got caught up in each other, the game. We weren’t good people.”

“No we weren’t but, hey, I was worse. Clearly.”

Frankie laughed, then the silence grew again. His mind wondered before looking back at the blonde in front of him.

“You should find her again, when you leave LA.”

“How’d you know I’d leave?” He laughed, tilting his head back. “It’s what I do huh?”

“Kind of.” Frankie says resting her forearms on the railing. “But I’m serious. If you’re on this righteous road of washed up celebrity maybe you should find the one person who made you feel-”

“Like a human?”

“Your words not mine.” Frankie says, pointing a boney finger at him. Alex tilted his head forward and let out a sigh. It had been almost a decade since he had disappeared from his home state, was there any point in returning. He was dead to them, a ghost. Did (Y/N) think he was dead too?

“Yeah, yeah maybe I will.”

Frankie nodded at him, waiting for a minute before taking a step back. “You look good, Link. I am happy for you, but don't think I can forgive you though. Maybe in time.” The man nodded at her, he understood- he didn’t want her forgiveness he just wanted her to know.

“I respect that.” He started, pushing himself off the steel railing with his hands in his hoodie pocket. “It’s Alex now by the way.”

Frankie shoved her hands in her pockets looking at him, her eyes raked over his face trying to read him- it still wasn’t easy to manage. “Well, Alex, I hope to see you doing good in the future.”

“You won't see anything about me. I’m done gonna head back to Connecticut, disappear and become a hermit on the coast.”

“Well, maybe you could keep me updated.” She says as she walks away.

“Are you like my sponsor or something?” He laughs as he stands straight. Frankie shrugged, turning to face him stopping in her tracks.

“Maybe. Go find that girl..have a human experience. Leave everyone alone.”

Alex raised his eyebrows holding back a laugh, he wouldn’t know a human experience if it bit him in the ass. He watched her leave, the two raising their hands in an unspoken goodbye. Alex walked out of the alley and into the sun of Los Angeles, breathing in the toxins of the city one last time before heading towards the nearest city.

Come tomorrow, he would be gone again.

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[aslvt4ag]

Andrew Garfield’s on-screen chemistry isn’t just sparks; it’s a whole fireworks show! His ability to connect with co-stars elevates every scene. 🔥🎬

[gojos-eyedrops]

What if…

Ok listen to me…

What if…I wrote a Link/Alex Goodrich fic? 👀

I mean look at him???

[artemistorm]

What if Sky is the first hero? What if the Hero's Spirit is Sky's spirit? What if Sky's spirit is in all the other Heroes? Maybe all of the other heroes have Sky's sense of justice, and his skill with the sword, and his desire to help people. Maybe the Master Sword recognizes Sky's spirit in every hero and that's why only heroes can wield the Master Sword. She is forever faithful to her first wielder and his undying spirit.

[hertwood]

stay there and look pretty (2.9k, girl!Liam/Logan, Explicit, bigdick!logan)

After a long and arduous race, Liam finds herself at the door of an old teammate. She puts her hand on her stomach where she knows he is, and it’s intoxicating. She presses down, and he whines, fingers on her thigh digging into her skin. “Big.” He scrunches his eyes closed and whines again, like it’s embarrassing, that he’s so big it’s hard to take him.

[contemplatingoutlander]

The Wonderful Trump Headline Machine

Everything makes sense now.

Once again satirist Alexandra Petri nails it regarding the mainstream media's penchant for using headlines to make Trump's unhinged, rambling rants seem like they are standard political speeches. This is a gift🎁link, so anyone can read the entire post. Below are some excerpts. Enjoy! 😂

I found it! The machine! The wonderful machine that they have at all news production headquarters. Its input is Donald Trump’s remarks; its output is headlines. Everything makes sense now. It functions somewhat like a juicer. You insert Trump’s remarks at one end, turn a crank (you have to turn it pretty hard; the machine does a lot of heavy lifting and twisting) and then — Presto! — out comes the headline or chyron produced by those remarks. I had long been wondering where we were getting these headlines and chyrons. You glance up idly at a muted television and see “DONALD TRUMP DELIVERS REMARKS ON ECONOMY,” and you think, “Ah, presidential at last!” And as long as you do not make the mistake of unmuting your television, the machine’s work is complete. If you are silly enough to unmute your television, you find yourself thinking, “I don’t know what those are, but I would not describe them as remarks about the economy.” A similar process occurs in print. If it were not for the machine, we would have headlines every day like: * “Would-Be President Rambles Unintelligibly For Eighty Minutes After Promising He Would Speak About The Economy. * "At Intervals We Glimpsed Something In The Torrent Of Words That If Pulled Out And Dried Off Might Become A Policy Idea, So We Sent Several Guys In After It, But None Of Them Returned Alive, Except For One Guy Who Just Said ‘The Horror, The Horror’ After We Retrieved Him And He’s Now Staring Off Silently Into The Void. * "Is Donald Trump Entirely Well? * "Harris Also Delivered Remarks But Not As Many As We Wanted.” Maybe we should have those headlines, but, thanks to the machine, we don’t. Just for fun, I started putting other strange, incoherent things into the machine — bits of old horror movies, certain reader emails — to see what headlines it would spit out. “The Silence of the Lambs” gave me “In Impromptu Remarks, Buffalo Bill Stresses Importance of Moisturizing.” [color emphasis and bullet point punctuation added; formatting & punctuation changed in bullet-point section]

Read the article to see what Alexandra said the "machine" did to turn Trump's "358-word ramble about child care" into headlines for The New York Times and CNN's website.😉😁

[caramel-catss]

we need more speedrunning references in links meet aus. like, imagine the hero of the wild performing a wind bomb randomly when the group needs to get somewhere. the hero of twilight picks up a rupee and over the next few panels he slowly moves to the left. the hero of winds needs to cross a large body of water with no boat so he just performs superswim. the hero of time is always carrying hot spring water on him, and when asked why, he performs bottle adventure. the possibilities

[moonyslove78]

The way this man always goes for the face hold during passionate kisses just— 🫠

This has got to be one of my biggest weaknesses! And when it’s AG it’s an even bigger weakness! 🥺😩

[uselessdancedata]

maybe this is just me being a skeptic but i really hate how social media-oriented yagp has been getting in recent years. it's my fault for always clicking on their story but damn

[sincericida]

A boy who can take someone's soul away with a kiss.

I think this guy is almost a dementor.

ANDREW GARFIELD and Maya Hawke in "Mainstream" (2020, dir Gia Copolla).

[reidslovely]

I would love if you did more Link fics/oneshotz :) He's such an asshole that a part of myself can't help but be attracted to him 😖

I too am so so soooo attracted to him. listen you send in thoughts or questions about link and I'll elaborate it's my favorite thing to do.

[repotting]

people who don't normally read sci fi have such bad taste in sci fi 😭

[crimsonv1]

Can't Lie Anymore?

Link/Alex Goodrich oneshot

TW// manipulative relationship, toxicity, smut/implied, sub!character x Dom!reader, Fem implied, overstimming, cursing, //

This was stupid, you were stupid. It felt like every time Link talked something buzzed in your head and made you want to freak out and punch every single wall. You didn't know why, since you also loved it whenever he spoke- or did anything. Your emotions were going haywire, loving at and fucking hating it both at the same time. You didn't really know why- so you'd just put it off to the side.

That was what you thought all along, until one particular day. You were walking alone under the streetlights to cool off some of the anger and mixed emotions you were having from Link. It's not like he was doing anything bad, or wierd- it just became too much for you, and you had to go shrug some of it off. You turned into some alley that smelled like tested perfume and smoke. You say against the wall, looking around the city to take in your surroundings and try to take your emotions to calm.

Something pulled your eyes, a paper- a newspaper. It drifted in the wind near some trash can and it certainly smelled horrible. You took it in your hands as your eyes glazed over it lightly, it fully had your attention.

You skimmed over the letters in bold, gasping.

'Blaze Blamed On Pyro Son: Teen Firebug Apprehended'

It couldn't have been. It looked exactly like him.

Someone who burnt down their own school and got institutionalized...it couldn't be him. But it was him, it looked exactly like him. But his name wasn't Link, it was Alex Goodrich. Your brain became fuzzy and so did your eyes, you shoved the newspaper on the ground as you walked home. That was all you could think about on the way, and also the only thing when you were at home. You sat on the couch, looking at your hands as you focused, breathing in.

The door opened making you jump, as you looked up and saw Link..or Alex. "Hey what's wrong? You okay?" He said, tilting his head in a motion that let you know he was concerned. "'m fine." You were quick with him as you narrowed your eyes and got up, the action was rude, and so was your tone. He rushed over as you backed up. "What's wrong baby? What's up? Tell me anythin'".

You inhaled sharply, "Nothing wrong, Alex."

There was a loud, long silence after you said that. His head was down and only your breathing could be heard. "FUCK!" The loud sound made you jump. He walked around, banging on things as he screamed. He grunted, and let out heavy breaths and sighs as he screamed and yelled. "FUCK, THIS STUPID SHIT." he cursed, "Get out." You said calmly. You now knew why you felt so off around him, everything was a lie.

He looked up at you, his brows furrowed and his mouth wide. You pointed to the door. "Get out. This is my house and I don't want you in here any more." You said, your anger fueling with every second he stayed. He looked at you, his anger going away and it was replaced with sadness, fear, and he dropped to his knees. "Y/n, y/n- please.. please! I'm sorry..i- it just," you looked at his state, clenching your fists. "You lied to me. I don't know if anything you ever said was true anymore." You gritted your teeth to his pleads,

"y/n I love you..I need you, I'm so sorry- please- please don't leave me..I swear, this isn't a lie! That wasn't a lie!" He looked up at you, as tears threatened to spill out of his eyes, even if he used to only tell lies, this seemed genuine, what he said seemed genuine. He continued to plead for you, and you suddenly inhaled- as everything went silent. "Fine." You sighed.

Something in your heart changed, for some reason. He looked at you, the same look he had before. "you can stay. For a bit. But you can tell me only the truth. And you have to tell me everything." You said, a silent truce was made between the two as you had your stern voice. He slowly got up, nodding "I will I will I promise I will" he said, out of breath.

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Somehow someway that resulted in him on your bed with tears spilling. "Y/n...pleasee..more" his breath was shaky as you straddled his waist, his hands tied behind his back as his hips struggled to jerk up to you.

"I'm sosososo sorry.. s-sorry.. I'm so sorry y/n..I need you so much.." he whined to you, his moans filling the air as you grinded slowly on him. "I..lied to you..for s- uh!" He whimpered when you would press harder onto him. "Go on.." you said breathily. "-so..long..m' so sorry ..I need you so much-" he said in a daze, everything was so much for him- he couldn't concentrate when you were touching him and making him beg like that.

"'Love you so much, Link." You smirked to him as he grunted, sighing.. you knew it pissed him off now. "y/n please -" "please what, link?" You grinned, "please ... It's Alex ... Y/n come onn" he whined to you. You giggled under your breath, "Such a good boy, Alex." He whimpered when you said his name, his back arching even more into you. And thats how the night went, you finally had Alex under your touch. And he'd surely never lie to you again, or that's all that he was thinking now. If he could even think straight.

[ HII 😸😸... OML.. I js came up with that idea RHRHRH 🤗 also y'all know I can't write bad endings so😍.]

[cynilox]

𝖠𝖭𝖣𝖱𝖤𝖶 𝖦𝖮𝖠𝖳𝖥𝖨𝖤𝖫𝖣

━ GQ Men Of The Year Awards (November 16, 2022)

[friendofthecrows]

I miss that brief golden era from like 2012 to 2016 when the online witchcraft community was actually good and full of open minded people looking to learn more and share what they know plus maybe the occasional vampire middle schooler instead of the situation now where it's been taken over by capitalist tiktok transphobes who like to come up with ways to shift to hogwarts via their inherent magical vagina powers and then sell coated quartz to cure cancer instead of seeing doctors.