#but yknow. :cocks gun: it better not happen.

[termagax]

the roadhog vs ramattra vs zenyatta bracket has the same problem as the shimadas vs junker queen in that two of these things have the same target audience. if you find hanzo hot youre predisposed to also find genji hot and probably wouldve voted for him if hed been in a seperate bracket but because its splitways that votes getting split making it kind of an unbalanced contest and the same thing is happening with the robots rn. zen got so far in the first place because robot fucking warriors carried him and now their numbers are split between him and his shitty older sibling. its just like what they did to my friend genji.

[shih-coulda-had-it]

haha but wait i am having brainworms about top gun. sorry for maverick spoilers but i assume none of you are particularly caring for them.

800~ words of a time travel fix-it, ft. icemav, incorrect military jargon, and the best damn pilot who’s gonna get his best friend out of the academy alive and well.

maverick and rooster get into the f-14. it’s a bit of a time travel vibe of its own, mitchell in the front and bradshaw in the back, and maverick can feel himself slipping. the way rooster screams his callsign is familiar; the deathly shriek of the engines is familiar; maverick hears the signal of a missile lock and falls prey to panic, denial, remorse—

and between one blink and the next, he’s riding his motorcycle with goose behind him, yelling his callsign because oh SHIT THE TRUCK. maverick’s reflexes save them from a collision, but not from a crash. they’re lucky to be wearing their helmets for once.

JESUS CHRIST MAV, yells goose, CAN WE NOT DIE TWO HUNDRED MILES FROM TOP GUN. he’s sprawled out on the hot dusty dirt and maverick scrambles to check over him, eyes wide and heart thumping and for once in his life, his smart mouth has no snappy comebacks. goose twigs onto the weirdness immediately. it helps that maverick is two seconds away from a panic attack, and he spills the beans without a second thought.

goose, admirably, rolls with it. he’s dead in the future? well shit jesus mav, you’d better have thought of all the ways i don’t die. anything else? how’s my wife? my son? (maverick says: don’t. you’ll just think about all the ways they should measure up, and it’s—it’s just not what you should do.) okay, so… are they still going to top gun? it sounds like they could REALLY have an edge against the other pilots.

maverick: goose, you died in training. i got you killed. don’t you want to get out and live your life with your wife and son?

goose: see, no. because you’re not going to drop. thirty years and you’re not tired? cmon baby let’s roll.

maverick begins to laugh, a little hysterical, mostly relieved. he’s really going to re-live his life. he’s going to fix one of the worst moments of his life, because priority number one is getting goose to graduation, alive and at the goddamn top of the class. and maybe, just maybe, he can stay focused this time—those two weeks he spent training those kids, it really felt like he’d finally found the right teaching method.

things with charlie had gone sour in the three months he first tried teaching at top gun, so maverick knows to not go down that route. he likes her as a woman who isn’t afraid to shake him by the shoulders and bully him into action. he hadn’t been fond of the pointed suggestions to smarten up his act and climb the ranks.

(he flirts with charlie for the sake of old times; he lets her go about her business without pursuing her into the bathroom, which his old man sensibilities now cringe at. [oh god PENNY. he does not want to remember how rocky that road had been, even if they’d managed that one last connection] goose cocks his head at maverick, and maverick shrugs off the concern.)

what he’s forgot about top gun: iceman, at his prime. iceman, who thinks maverick is DANGEROUS. the young man he is now—rigid and conservative in his estimates—would never indulge maverick’s daredevil tricks.

what’s funny though is that maverick as he is now, an old mind in a young body, outflies iceman AND doesn’t lose his cool when things go south. iceman does not get what’s happening. what the fuck is happening to maverick that he can fly like this. why is maverick the one exuding the “cool and collected” attitude and actually spending time with him discussing maneuvers, encouraging and praising—

goose: are you honest to god flirting with the iceman? is that what’s happening?

maverick: ?? he’s my wingman, goose. after you, he was kind of my one consistent contact who kept checking in with me, and also saving my ass from being court-martialed, so yknow i feel like i owe it to him. he’s a good guy. i think you’ll like him when we’re out of here.

goose: brother you are insane in the membrane but I’ll grant you this. must be a wild future we’ve got ahead of us. we could use any guardian angel we can get.

maverick: haha funny you should say that. someone once coined iceman as my guardian angel.

goose: •_•

(anyways so I would say the ball’s in the air regarding whether or not rooster was also flung back in time. he’s a kid again. he has his mom again. they’re flying to san diego to meet up with his dad, and oh god oh man, he—he recognizes the look in maverick’s eyes. the wistful despair of a man who can’t bridge a relationship he burned long ago.

rooster: if my dad dies again, ill kill you, mav.

maverick: yeah, you and me both, buddy.)

[maxmagi]

A List of My OTPs

because it's 11 and I can't sleep.

Enjolras x Grantaire a.k.a. Enjoltaire a.k.a. ExR- Les Mis

How I fell into this I don't remember now. I vaguely remember reading a crackfic of this and then everything just went sideways.

This was also the fandom that helped me realize that I wasn't exactly straight and that it's okay to not be loud about my sexuality, that I can just be.

I think that explains my attachment to this ship, not to mention just the movie's Grantaire (played by George Blagden) also shipped the characters and played his character like how he thought it should be, Grantaire loving and pining after Enjolras without the revolutionary knowing it.

Except in the fan fics, Enjolras returns his feelings and they work it out, even though it's not easy because they're both stubborn as mules. Ah, ultimate fantasy I guess. And the number of great fics here, *whistle*

Also, the Les Amis? Is amazing? Especially in the modern AUs? Like they're great friends? I love this fandom so much! Permets-tu!

Shen Wei x Zhao Yunlan - Guardian / Zhen Hun

C'mon, Zhu Yilong & Bai Yu's performance and emotions? Plus just the fact the fanfic writers of this ship are absolutely amazing? Please, escape from this pairing is impossible!

Best opposites attract trope for me. An academic by day, superhero by night in love with a roguish police chief who has no powers but whose charisma, wit, and heart can get him to toe to toe with the legends.

Also, Professor Shen Wei constantly acting like an innocent civilian and lying badly? Gold!

Loki x Tony Stark a.k.a. FrostIron - Avengers

How did I honestly get to this ship? I really can't remember what started it all. I think it must have been a Loki redemption fic where Tony Stark and Pepper broke up and something something happened. Let me tell you, the writers of this ship have written sagas and ballads of epic and sometimes confusing proportions, and that is why I fell deeper into the pit. I mean, they gotta give justice to two brilliant but chaotic characters, right? Angst. This ship has sooooooooo much angst.

Eiji x Ash - Banana Fish

My god, if you want to keep your heart intact and not be reminded of all that's ugly in the world, DON'T WATCH OR READ BANANA FISH. YOUR HEART WILL NEVER HEAL!

If you're gonna watch/read it anyway, make sure to watch something fluffy and sweet after. There's a reason that people from this fandom go, "If you've seen Banana Fish's ending, then you can handle whatever angsty show you're watching now." ~ or something to that effect. Another thing we like to say in this fandom is, "Other fandoms: Let's write a Mafia AU! Banana Fish fandom: We are the Mafia AU." Yes, all of us in this fandom is dramatic af.

Yuuri x Viktor - Yuuri!!! on Ice

Uh, does this really need an explanation? Aside from the fact that you will surprisingly find a lot of Mafia AUs here because we all know that hiding behind that beautiful face of Viktor Nikiforov is a devil capable of... tearing down your self-confidence, like WTF Viktor, don't make Yuuri cry! Also, their dance together at the end, such beautiful love.

Magnus Bane x Alec Lightwood aka Malec - Shadowhunters

I never read the books and have no plans to in the near future. I just saw a video on Youtube about why Malec is life and now here I am, still reading some Malec fics from time to time.

Some stuff on the show were WTF but overall they were a really good couple who supported each other. Plus, they're a Power Couple.

Erwin x Levi aka Eruri - Attack on Titan / Shingeki no Kyojin

Not to be confused with Ereri, which is Eren x Levi, which I don't generally ship except for that one time when a writer wrote an epic fanfic series with Eren in his mid 20s and Levi in his late 20s/early 30s, reincarnation AU. Boy was that one a surprise. I did not expect that.

Anyway, I'm an Eruri fan through and through. Especially with that promise that Levi made to Erwin. And the reason he gave the serum to Armin. HE DIDN'T DO IT FOR THE KIDS YKNOW. HE DID IT FOR ERWIN. Plus, Levi, Erwin, and Hange are my special trio. Erwin's batch was really amazing.

Also, I really like the fact that the shorter and slighter person is the more badass fighter while the taller, bigger one is the more calculating and strategic one. Rocks the boat of stereotypes and all that. Bonus: how these two met. My god, what a meet-cute! 😂

Dani x Jamie aka The Au Pair and the Gardener - The Haunting of Bly Manor

It really is more of a love story than a ghost story. I dunno how to feel about this. I loved these two characters so much and I wished they had a better ending but I wasn't SO surprised because it was a horror series (Like, I was still hoping at the end that they'd be together forever but yknow...). In any case, Jamie was just awesome. And her nickname for Dani? Poppins?! God, what a lover and fighter. She was not afraid to cock a gun in a ghost's face.

... and now for my flexible BROTPs

Merlin x Arthur aka Merthur - BBC Merlin

Yeah, my brain is so chaotic multiple OTPs and BROTPs of the same pairing exist at the same time without clashing with one another or having major identity crises.

I actually really like BROTP Merlin and Arthur and also like reading OTP Merthur.

And when Merlin is paired with Morgana or Freya or sometimes even Gwaine, that's fine with me too. As long as his bromance with Arthur stays intact, because that's what drew me to the show in the first place. Personal preference. I see them as platonic soulmates.

*Shout-out to the Merthur writers though, you kept me sane during my "Post-Merlin Depression," which is actually a term thrown around in the fandom because of that horrid final season (not saying it's a good term but it's what it was called). A lot of amazing fics here, too, both Magic Reveal and Modern AU ones. Full of action and adventure too! I mean, there are boy-band-looking Knights and magic-wielding badasses!

Tim Drake x Conner Kent/Kon-El aka Red Robin x Super Boy - DC Comics

More like flexible otp. I dig Stephanie Brown and Tim Drake BUT I really really also dig Tim Drake and Conner Kent. When they're TimKon, it's like an entirely different entity from TimSteph. Ugh, hard to explain.

I mean, Kon telling Tim, "You'll always be my Robin" and Tim telling Kon, "And you'll always be my clone boy" is the shit. Also when Kon could pick out/recognize Tim's heartbeat. And when Tim nearly went mad scientist trying to bring his bestie back. Like, dudes, wtf. And at the same time, hell yeah.

Liu Kang x Kung Lao aka LiuLao - Mortal Kombat

- I see these two as more like ride or die best friends connected by fate/platonic soulmates. But also like their dynamic is so awesome, cute, sweet, badass, can't-live-without-you vibes.

Basically the same way I feel about Merthur. I like reading both romantic and platonic relationships between these two characters. Like, the LiuLao fan creators peeling off the layers of this relationship and exposing every raw nerve is beautiful.

They love diving into the characters' psyche, emotions, motivations, fears, and doubts and you get really amazed because... Aren't they just characters from a video game, you ask? Well yeah, but MK video game has several interesting storylines and the Mortal Kombat 2021 movie was just the perfect jumpstarter to this beautiful blaze.

I mean, "We swore that if we were to die, it would be together"? Hell no, you're not dropping that on us and not expecting us to create our very own spin-offs and 12-page essays on that shit. That's what we fans do, baby. And also, really, we need a shaolin monks/white lotus spin-off/prequel. We're starving here.

As this ship is the newest one on my list, it's the one I'm looking forward to the most. Not enough fan content, I tell you. Not enough. One of these days, I just might add my own.

But right now, it's past 1 and so I shall attempt to sleep.

***No images for TimKon and LiuLao coz apparently I've gone past my 10-images allowance 😤

[hawkofflight]

“Don’t do this to me” for regan?

Aaaaa okay I really loved doing this one haha. Kin af feel. Anyway. This shit is VERYnsfw. Very. So please- proceed with caution 💕

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Perfect. This was fucking magnificent. It started so quickly that Negan could barely comprehend what was happening, but when Rick threw that punch- and missed- then pulled the gun… all Negan could do was laugh in his pretty little face. “Rick, you know what happens if you kill me, don’t ya?” His tone was mockingly nonchalant, throwing his arms over his head and chuckling. “Well, I guess it’s all over for me now, huh? Well… you may kill me, alright, but your damn family and all the lovely citizens here are bait. Don’t be fucking stupid, Rick… not now.”

Rick’s hands were shaking around the pistol, his eyes red and swollen. Negan was taking everything, Rick had lost his temper, and here they were. He was in such a daze, the pistol firing, a heavy body on top of him, weight crushing on his chest then gone, knees scraping the concrete pavement. he was dragged, fast and rough across the road, heading towards a storage container unit, the notorious RV parked next to it. God… not this- Rick was beginning to panic, trying to shove Negan off of him with all of the fight he had in him, but all it seemed to do was make his enemy laugh harder, and the most damage it did was Negan him slightly stumbling.

“God, prick… you don’t remember last time well enough? We gotta go through this again?” Negan seemed so amused, and before Rick knew it, his body was being pulled up the steps to the RV again. He closed his eyes, slumping against the door, chapped lips parted slightly. Rick was tired- he was so tired of all of this- he’d do anything to end the torment and humiliation of being paraded around, stolen from.

“Hello? Rick? Damn, I know you’re in there-“ He snapped out of his heavy lidded daze when leather clad hands gripped his chin, jerking it forward to force them to meet eyes. Negan loved those eyes, pretty blue, sad, but strong…sometimes. Right now they were a gorgeous mix of exhaustion and resentment- a glare shooting but he still said nothing. “There he is….” Negan had drawn out the ‘there’ in a sing song voice, and Rick hated the tang of false sweetness. It left a bad aftertaste. He felt sick.

“You know, Rick… if I were to kill you right here, right now… your community would be fine. Maybe a little distraught and confused at first, but they’re smart people. They’d figure it out, but… if you killed me? Everyone… everyone would be totally, utterly fucking fucked. They would be so fucked that they’d be limping in hell, and Rick, baby, I think that’s what you’re coming close to right now… Negan’s ever present smirk was there, his eyes still locked with Rick’s. “Don’t sorry, I’m not gonn kill you. Not today at least. We’ve got so much potential.”

Without any warning, Negan’s knee was straight to Rick’s gut, and he let out such a long, loud and satisfying groan- satisfying for Negan. The way the man curled in on himself as much as he could, hiding his face, mouth falling open to cry out- Negan did it again, this time to his ribs, then a strong upper right hook to Rick’s gorgeous jawline. Absolutely gorgeous. He couldn’t wait to see it bruised. He connected blow after blow until Rick couldn’t stop the vocalizations of pain, but something suddenly sparked. A hard bite on his hand, right where his thumb met his wrist. And fuck… yes.

“So you do have a fight in you, huh, babydoll?” Negan glanced to his hand. It didn’t break skin but fuck, it hurt. Damn, he had a perfect idea. His hand closed around Rick’s throat, pressing to his jugular, causing the man to sputter loudly, bucking up and trying to throw Negan off of him… but the other kept his hand firmly in place, leaning close to his face, letting up so that rick could take a gasping, struggled breath but then closing right down again, laughing at how the struggle was slowly fading.

“I can keep this up for a long time, Rick.” His hand let up just slightly so Rick could choke out a shallow breath again. “Please- don’t-“ Negan’s eyes lit up, lips curling. “Oh, did you… did you just fucking beg? Well, I sure as shit like the sound of that. Lemme hear you again.” “Please- don’t do this-“ Rick looked up with those huge eyes, red fishing on his cheeks, sputtering and trying to take a full breath. His eyes were fluttering, he was looking up through those long lashes, mouth opening to shakily inhale when the savior’s grip lessened, and Negan took that opportunity, fuck yeah he did… Rick looked absolutely delicious. Negan couldn’t resist leaning down and sucking Rick’s bottom lip into his mouth and nipping, letting go. He looked down to study his expression, and it was… calmer, his eyes closed, almost peacefully.

“That calm you down, huh?” He whispered, snatching both of Rick’s hands and easily pining them to the ground, smiling, and leaning down to fully kiss against his throat. “Promise not to turn on me, doll? You’ve already turned me on, I’m sure you can feel. Seeing you under me has always really gotten my fuckin’ rocks off…” Negan murmured and practically nuzzled, kissing again.

It shouldn’t, but hearing that made Rick practically melt. “Promise.” He coughed and tilted his head as if he were begging for more. He practically was, anyone could see it in his eyes. Negan was happy to oblige, biting down hard enough to sting, not to break skin though. “That’s for my hand, Prick…” though directly after, the older man’s mouth was gently sucking against the bite mark, loving the way it was flushing pink and red. “That’s gonna bruise tomorrow.” Negan spoke with pride. It wasn’t in a place where Rick could easily hide either. Good. “And you’re gonna love it. Parade it around like a fuckin’ slutty ass teenager. It’d suit you, yknow? I know who you are, you’d get on your knees for any satisfaction and praise, I know.” Negan was almost saying this soothingly, one hand caressing the honey brown hair, kissing again, and it was clear that Rick was trying to hold back any sounds that might escape.

“It’s okay, baby, I wanna hear all those pretty fuckin’ noises you make. Don’t be shy.” Trying to hide it more, Rick’s cover broke and his mouth fell open when Negan’s knee pushed his legs apart, and pushed slowly forward, encouraging the man under him to grind down.

Rick’s moans were exciting, not usual basic occasional sighs or “ah”, it was full blown whines whenever he made contact with Negan’s thigh. “So many things I wanna do to you… I know you want em too, based on how fucking loud you’re being for me now.“ Rick opened his eyes. “What are you gonna do t’me?” He let the gaze linger. Negan’s lips formed a huge, devilish grin. “I’m glad you asked, Rick. Why don’t you let me fuck your mouth, those pretty lips need something to pout around… or maybe you’d prefer to feel full? I can do that for you.” “Yeah, that, that…” Negan had never seen or heard Rick be so damn responsive. He carefully sat up more, hands dragging down to pop the buttons on Rick’s shirt. He pulled the cloth aside, loving seeing his boy’s chest rise and fall, rapidly. He was clearly beyond excited, Negan could feel it easily. “Can’t imagine a good boy like you ever done the dirty with a guy, huh?” That drew an immediate blush from Rick. “I’ll take that as a no, I can’t promise I’ll be gentle, babydoll.” Rick could not give a flying fuck at this point. “Wanna feel full- like you said.” Negan was already unbuckling his own belt, wetting his lips and sitting back. “Come on my lap, Rick, cmon. I promise it’ll feel fucking amazing. Love it when my boys ride me. They love it too, you should hear em-“ Negan was talking all through when Rick climbed up on his lap, having discarded the jeans along the way. When he felt the other grinding down near desperately, he groaned.

“Fuck, you’re insatiable, aren’t you?” He murmured, voice deep, breathy. “Yeah… yeah-“ Rick then practically squeaked when Negan reached down, gripping his ass roughly. “Should- should you-“ “Yeah, I’m gonna prep you, don’t worry, Rick. Wouldn’t be very fucking fun for either of us if I didn’t, huh?” He started, slipping his fingers into Rick’s mouth, and he definitely got the message, sucking at them and fucking moaning around them.

“But you have sucked dick, clearly…” he whispered, almost pridefully. “You ever fingered yourself?” The younger nodded, almost bashful. And he was, his mouth falling open when he felt Negan curling his fingers up, then inside of him. It was sudden, but so good- he hadn’t felt this in so long, and… hadn’t felt anyone else do this ever. It was so much better than his own fingers. “Beautiful, so good, more? More, fuck yeah you want more.” Negan wasn’t even worried about lube- cum was already dripping down his own cock- and Rick was getting impatient. “Negan- just fucking…” “Fucking what?” He smirked, wanting to hear it. “Just- inside- fuck me, please…” The last words came out quieter, and his face buried in Negan’s shoulder. “Kiss me.” Negan ordered. Rick looked a bit confused. “What?”“Kiss me, asshole.” Rick reluctantly leaned forward, pressing their lips together, and with that, Negan pushed in- hard. The feeling of Rick crying out against his lips was addictive already, he bucked his hips up again while helping the leader sink down further, choking out a moan, all against Negan’s lips. Rick started to get the hang of matching the movements, spreading his thighs and grinding down, his arms hooked behind Negan’s neck. “I’m going to fucking break you..” Negan whispered, and rick didn’t even care at this point. “Yeah, I- you… you can, harder-“ he swallowed and was basically pouncing, again. “Harder, baby? Tell me what you want, princess.” “Harder, asshole-“ Rick tried to order the other, but it just backfired when he sunk deeper and felt Negan’s tough, form grip around his own cock. “I’m gonna cum inside of you, Rick, you hear that?” Rick couldn’t fucking wait. “Do it.” Negan did, biting hard against the other man’s neck when he came, and a bit after, as he was coming down, felt warmth dripping down his fist, and Rick’s head on his shoulder, he was panting, gasping.

“God, doll- you know…” he laughed to himself, regaining his composure, helping Rick climb off. “You know- that was the best I’ve had in a long as fuck time…” He said and looked to the utterly ruined man, hair sticking to his forehead.

“Let it drip down your thighs for me, baby..” he gave a flash of a grin, pulling Rick forward and down next to him.“Negan- the couch-“ “Shhh…” he cut him off, brushing back his hair to inspect the bruises. They were everywhere. Good. “I’ll clean it, or get you a new one.”

Rick looked shocked, and sat down slowly, tensely beside Negan, who just pulled him closer, raking his fingers through his hair. “Told you it’d feel fuckin’ amazing…” he murmured, kissing Rick’s cheek, very lightly.

It honestly shocked Rick how gentle Negan was being after, and he reluctantly leaned into the touch. “There we go…” his voice was soft, and after some thought, Rick decided that he could get used to this.