are those handcuffs

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A week ago I read “Those Handcuffs” by LeftHand on AO3 (McHanzo ship). I recommend it. It’s my first exposure to the Soulmate-Identifying Mark thing and it’s pretty nice.

Unrelated, but I wanted to give it a shout out. 

Btw, Reference was used, I suck at profiles so i wanted to practice.

Antis are gonna hate Killian Jones no matter what the writers do on the show. The writers aren’t giving them more ammo to hate. They (antis) make their own reasons. The writers are telling the story of Killian Jones they want to tell, regardless of what his haters are gonna say about him. To this point, Killian has proven he is a far better man than any of his detractors claim he is. That won’t change, nor should it just because some people who already DON’T like him are gonna not like him some more.

Broken Up

Originally posted by acklesjensen

Request (summarized): Can i request one, where dean and the reader used to date but Dean turned into a demon and Sam asks for the reader’s help? They find out about a strip club that he visits regularly and reader pretends to be a stripper that doesn’t know Dean. He asks for a private show and urges her to admit that she’s the reader who denies it, but tells him a story of how she used to date this one guy, but they broke up and she is dating his brother now to make Dean jealous, ending up in smut?

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,700ish

Warnings: language, smut

A/N: This one…oh boy…


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anonymous asked:

Do you have any fic recs (if you read them) for McHanzo (mostly) or other OW ships? I'm going on a long car journey and am in need of reading material :3

Sure thing!
Here’s some of my fave McHanzo fic - some are oneshot, others are multi chapter. Many are NSFW but totally safe for a long car ride:
-Searching for game…
Au where Genji is one of OW game developers and he REALLY wants Jesse to try the new game. A broody neighbor is involved too. Funny and very sweet: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10891869

-King’s Row Calling
Hanzo is in a punk band, McCree is a bartender. Riots in the streets and unexpected UST. Still in progress but totally worth the http://archiveofourown.org/works/9364847/chapters/21200891

-Hana Song’s guide on how to not be weird
Early days of Hanzo in Overwatch. He is kinda weird, Hana provides moral support, McCree not so much
http://archiveofourown.org/works/10793040/chapters/23939877

-Star of the show
VERY NAUGHY one shot pwp. I love it to bits. Of the same author go for The sun was soft too, it’s very sweet and hot at the same time
http://archiveofourown.org/works/10741089

-Those handcuffs
Usually I’m not that into soulmates!AU but this one is special.
http://archiveofourown.org/works/10185650/chapters/22622744

-Target panic
Probably my favourite McHanzo ever. Jesse tells Hanzo he loves him. Hanzo doesn’t get it. It’s utterly adorable and heartbreaking with the happiest of endings
http://archiveofourown.org/works/8504089

-Siren’s gold
MerHanzo and pirate!McCree. It’s my favourite take on the trope (but Samatura is insanely good in general, check the other stories too)
http://archiveofourown.org/works/10031006/chapters/22356140

-Of the pickle persuasion
Street food!AU. Again, usually not my cup of tea, but I read it several times bc it cracks me up.
http://archiveofourown.org/works/9686636/chapters/21867983

-ok this is not McHanzo, it’s a Reaper76 but it’s so good it had me in tears multiple times.
Soldier’s lullaby, a journey through Jack and Gabe’s relationship until the bitter(sweet) end.
http://archiveofourown.org/works/10317176/chapters/22813298

There are so many more! Hope you’ll enjoy your read, and if anyone out there has some fics to suggest I’m all ears!

The Consequences of Interfering

AN: A companion piece to Interfering. In which there is shouting, shenanigans, and Sherlolly.  ❤

Greg thanked the angry Detective Sergeant and jotted the final notes in his pad before turning away. The clean-up crew were finishing up and one by one the Yarders were leaving the scene. 

He sighed and tucked his pad into his inner pocket as he walked toward his car. It was going to be a long drive back to Scotland Yard.

He slid into the front seat, turned the car on, and peeled away from the curb. 

‘So,’ he broke the silence as he merged onto the expressway. ‘What’s the story?’

In the backseat, Molly sat rigidly, her arms crossed tight and a scowl on her face. She glared at him in the rear mirror, sniffed, and then turned her face toward her window.

Next to her, hands cuffed behind his back (an appeasing act for the sake of the DS he had slugged upon the Yard’s arrival), Sherlock was sitting uncomfortably stiff and staring determinedly out his own window.

They were like two similarly-charged magnets, an invisible force pushing them away from the other.

Realising he wasn’t going to get an answer from either, Greg resigned himself to a long, silent ride.

That is, until Sherlock had to go and put his gigantic foot in his slightly smaller, yet still gigantic mouth.

‘I just don’t understand why you’re so upset.’

Greg grimaced. He’d been married long enough to know that no good would ever come of saying that.

Slowly, like something out of a horror movie, Molly’s head turned toward Sherlock. Her eyes were narrow slits and her lips were pulled back tight.

Was it just him or did the temperature in the car abruptly drop twenty degrees?

‘The Great Sherlock Holmes doesn’t understand something?’ Molly mocked. ‘Say it isn’t so?!’

Sherlock very nearly snarled, ‘Forgive me for not lowering myself to the average human’s intelligence level to discover the source of your irrational anger, but I’d rather not debase myself in that way.’

Greg considered pulling over for a moment and just kicking Sherlock out of the car. Let the idiot walk the forty kilometres back to Baker Street. Handcuffed. 

But then Molly spoke. Her eyes flashed dangerously and Greg swore he saw smoke come out of her ears and nostrils. ‘You want to know why this average, stupid idiot is so angry?’

By the slightly panicked look on Sherlock’s face, it seemed the Great Detective had realised his misstep. 

‘I’m angry because you,’ Molly poked him in the arm hard, ‘you great,’ poke, ‘big,’ poke, ‘pompous,’ poke poke poke, ‘neanderthal, were almost killed tonight! Who said you had to push me out of the way?! I can take care of myself! I’m not some bloody helpless damsel in distress!’

Sherlock had scrambled away from her and huddled in the corner of the seat. ‘Why the bloody hell are you upset? I saved your life, you should be grateful!’

‘Grateful that you almost got killed?!’ Molly shouted.

‘But I didn’t!’ Sherlock retorted. ‘And even if I had been, it would have been worth it to keep you safe!’

Molly glared at him, enraged. ‘I’m not important and I’m certainly not worth dying for!’

Sherlock eyes flashed in fiery rage. He sat up and leaned toward her, until they were almost nose to nose. ‘You have no right to say that, your life is invaluable to me!’

‘What makes my life so ‘invaluable’ to you?’ Molly spat. ‘Because I keep you in body parts?’

‘No!’ Sherlock denied it vehemently, red with anger.

‘Because I clean up after you, let you do whatever the hell you like in the lab?’

Furious didn’t even begin to describe Sherlock’s face by now. ‘No, Molly, just shut up-’

But Molly continued on, shouting to talk over Sherlock. ‘Because I’m convenient and a pushover, always on hand if John’s not available?!’

‘Because I love you, damn it!’ Sherlock bellowed.

‘Well, I love you, too!’ Molly shouted back.

They both fell into stunned silence. 

His ears still ringing from the shouting match, Greg peered hesitantly in the mirror. They were staring at each other, faces blank as if processing what they had both said and heard. 

Finally, Sherlock cleared his throat and turned to look out his window. ‘Well, I’m glad we got that cleared up,’ he said disinterestedly.

Hurt flashed in Molly’s eyes before she turned her head away. ‘Yes. I suppose so.’

Greg silently cursed the Great Consulting Idiot. With a sigh, he propped his arm on the door’s ledge and rested his head against his hand. Still another twenty minutes to go. And if he thought the ride before the fight would be uncomfortable, after promised to be unbearable.

But then Sherlock said, ‘Obviously the next step is marriage.’

A chorus of horns erupted around them as Greg nearly ran them off the road in surprise. He straightened the car and met Sherlock’s amused gaze in the mirror. 

His swerving had dislodged Molly, who had fallen against Sherlock. She had caught herself, one hand on his thigh and the other caught between them.

‘Really?’ She asked dubiously.

Sherlock shrugged his shoulder dispassionately, but even Greg could see the twinkle in his eye as a genuine smile spread across his face.

‘Oh, you stupid man!’ Molly declared and grabbed his cheeks, hauling him close to snog him thoroughly. An act to which Sherlock happily complied. Very happily.

Erm, okay, not wasting time then. Greg cleared his throat and determinedly did not look in the backseat, even as he pressed on the gas just a little harder.

He needed to get them to Baker Street before Sherlock managed to get out of those handcuffs.

anonymous asked:

Lo my darling this storyline just goes to show that our boys can never be separated again,they absolutely fall apart and made stupid decisions (major side eye at Mr Shifty) when they're not together. I'm suggesting they borrow those pink fluffy handcuffs so they can't be without the other and not make anymore stupid decisions and to quote Robert just think "what fun we'll have" I'm trying to stay on the positive train Lo really really trying

ANON I HAVE SPENT YEARS, MONTHS - MINUTES, EVEN, DEVELOPING A LIST OF TEN GROUND RULES FOR AARON AND ROBERT THAT SHOULD BE PUT IN PLACE IMMEDIATELY:

1) TOUCH NO WHISKEY

2) WHEN ARGUING SOMEONE SHOULD ALWAYS BE AROUND TO LOCK YOU IN A ROOM UNTIL YOU TALK

2A) A CAT FLAP WILL BE INSTALLED TO PROVIDE FOOD AND WATER BECAUSE NO ONE WANTS YOU TO STARVE

3) NEVER SEPARATE FOR MORE THAN 5 MINUTES ITS TOO RISKY

4) DONT EVEN LEAVE THE HOUSE THIS IS HOW ACCIDENTS HAPPEN

5) THE ONLY EXCEPTION TO RULES 3 THROUGH 4 IS FOR THE REGULAR THERAPY SESSIONS YOU WILL BOTH ATTEND

6) BEFORE MAKING ANY DECISIONS FIRST COUNT TO TEN AND THEN ASK YOURSELF “WILL THIS DESTROY MY LIFE”

7) IF THE ANSWER IS “YES” CHOOSE A DIFFERENT DECISION AND REPEAT THE PROCESS

8) REPEAT THE PROCESS UNTIL THE ANSWER BECOMES “NO”

9) PRACTICE EFFECTIVE COMMUNICATING IN PREPARATION FOR TIMES OF CRISIS

10) BURN ALL GEL

FOLLOW ALL OF THESE RULES AND YOU TOO CAN STOP GIVING THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE ACROSS THE WORLD LITERAL HEART ATTACKS EVERY NIGHT AT 7PM THINK OF OUR HEALTH

“The only thing holding you back is-”

“Myself?”

“I was going to say those handcuffs.”

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Ted Bundy being confronted by Emanuel Tanay about the circumstantial evidence presented during the Carol DaRonch trial.

Ted Bundy: The evidence was that, ah, that the young woman who had been abducted identified me as the person who had abducted her.

Emanuel Tanay: Uh-hmm.

TB: That was the long and short of it. But the case is a bit more obvious, is a bit more complex, than that, and that, ah, she was abducted in November of ‘74 and did not make an identification of me until October of ‘75. Ah, it was a very sketchy identification, one which we had attempted to prove as the result of influence, both direct and indirect … by law-enforcement officers.

ET: Wasn’t there some other evidence also, or was this the identification was the only—

TB: Well, ah, she was abducted in a car, in a Volkswagen she described as light blue. I owned a beige Volkswagen, and the Volkswagen she was in had a tear in the backseat, and my Volkswagen had a tear in the backseat. Ah, all Volkswagens have tears in the backseat. (Laughs.) … Ah, let’s see what else, a crowbar was found in my car. The person she struggled with had what she believed to be a crowbar, although she couldn’t, she said she’d never seen it. The person who abducted her placed handcuffs on her wrists, and she escaped. A search of my car in August 1975, they detected, they seized a pair of handcuffs, and those are the collateral, circumstantial kind of things they used to corroborate the identification.

ET: So there was strong circumstantial evidence tying you to the case, is that right?

TB: Yeah, ah, in all fairness, you didn’t have to say that. I mean, I will admit that circumstantial evidence, such as it was, did exist, although it was subject to a good deal of clarification, as it were. [Notice that he perceives a gentle confrontation with reality as unfair.]

BTS Reaction to: You Being Dorky in Public But A Sex God in Bed

f(x) version: here 

Jin: Pretends to be embarrassed by your dorkiness in public, acting like he doesn’t know you and venturing off to talk to strangers and promote BTS.

Originally posted by jeony

He’s pleasantly surprised by your bedroom persona. However, he gives you a surprise too. “Do you think you’re the only one who’s innocent in public?” He’s the oldest of the boys, living with pervy 94 line, with good looks to boot; do you really think he’s going to let you dominate so easily?

Originally posted by ksjknj

Suga: “Guys, stop teasing Y/N! S/he looks innocent now but you might be surprised by their secret personality.” And that’s all he’ll say, dropping heavy hints to you being a freak in the sheets but not confirming or denying anything.

Originally posted by jeonbase

J-Hope: “The boys are gone, baby, come here and show me how bad you can be” that gif tho omg rude

Rap Monster: Watches you interact with the boys, looking so innocent and sweet. He just can’t figure you out, you’re like a puzzle to him. Because he knows that if it weren’t for the boys, you would be taking charge and making him weak.

Originally posted by hoseokxx

Jimin: Enjoys teasing you in public, since he knows you’ll teach him a lesson later on … Except he never learns so you need to keep teaching him how to behave.

Originally posted by chimchams

V: “Wait, hold on, what’s going on? You were stuttering earlier and now - Are those handcuffs?”

Originally posted by cmtae

Jungkook: Waking up the following morning like “W - where did that come from?”

Originally posted by officialwookkibby

夢幻のインターフェア!
なし
夢幻のインターフェア!

[ENG Translation] Free! Eternal Summer - Another Story
Interference of a Fantasy (based on the Sourin Mook Drama)

Thank you @otp-tears​ for proofreading this!

Sousuke: So the location of the deal is in a nightclub. How annoying. My target…there he is. At the counter, huh.

(what? No sousuke awkwardly dancing and maneuvering himself to the counter?? nooooooo)

Minami: Here’s the stuff.

Uozumi: First let me check them. *click*

Uozumi: *sniff sniff* These are indeed authentic, used competition swimsuits. It’s a deal.

Minami: Please transfer the money to my usual account.

Uozumi: Okay.

Sousuke: Bingo.

Sousuke: Hold up.

Uozumi: A cop!? Gah!

Sousuke: Do you think you can hit me with such a shoddy attack?

*painful cry*

Minami: Time to go!

Sousuke: No way I’m letting you escape!

Minami: Ow-ow-Ouch! My arm…!

Sousuke: Give it up!

Uozumi: You forgot to watch out behind you! GAAAH!

Sousuke: …! He can still move…? Dammit!

Rin: You always mess up at the last stage don’t you, Sousuke? Heeah!

*painful cry*

Rin: Phew, that’ll do.

Sousuke: Rin!?

Rin: Hee. Yo! Long time no see, Sousuke! (such a cute grin :D)

Narration: Free! Eternal Summer - Another Story

Narration: Interference of a Fantasy

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