Looking after him, or rather, making sure he looks after himself.
Being his contact with John, because John still wants Sherlock to be okay, even if he doesn’t want to talk to him.
Being woken up by Sherlock searching through your clothes, throwing everything on top of you on the bed until he finds a silk scarf, which he takes out with him into the kitchen, slamming your bedroom door behind him.
“Oh did I wake you up? My apologies.”
Mycroft keeping an eye on you. You get annoyed at him for this until one day he sees you walking home in the pouring rain and picks you up. You say he can come in for tea but he declines and quickly leaves.
Sherlock playing the violin very loudly when he wants you to wake up. “Oh good you’re up, read this.”
Locking your bedroom door so Sherlock can’t get in. He quickly picks it so you install several different locks and puzzles to stop him from getting in. It turns into a little bit of a game so you don’t really mind when Sherlock shows up lying at the end of your bed one morning after spending the whole night trying to unlock your door. “I did it.” He says groggily.
Playing cards late at night. Sherlock insists on staying awake to wait for news so you stay up with him. Cards is the only way for him to keep you awake and focused (since you’re so competitive) so Sherlock is happy to play card games with you.
You invent games, puzzles and tricks to entertain Sherlock because a confused Sherlock is entertainment to you. Sometimes he pretends he knows the answer but won’t tell you (even though he doesn’t know).
Screaming at him when you’ve had enough, when you’re fed up of his attitude because you care about him and he usually acts indifferent. This ensues.
On the days when it’s too much for you and you’re crying and screaming at him to go away, Sherlock stays and tries to comfort you. Even though you appreciate the effort, Mrs Hudson’s tea and biscuits are much more helpful.
Sherlock telling you he actually does like having you around, even though you can be “a smug pain” sometimes.
Character: Sirius Black Word Count: 1092 Requested?: Yes/No Summary:Sirius finds himself looking after a drunk Y/n, who is determined to make it as difficult as possible for him to do so. Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it
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The party in the Gryffindor common room was in full swing, people dancing, laughing and drinking the firewhisky that lined the tables. The room was nearly too full for anyone to move around, however all anyone seemed to care about was Gryffindor winning the Quidditch match against Slytherin.
Sirius Black leant casually against a wall on the outskirts of the room, holding a half empty cup of firewhiskey in his hand as he observed the room.
Usually, he’d be right in the centre of everything, dancing with some girl he happened to find. However, tonight it was different. His eyes were locked on the Ravenclaw boy who dared to talk to you, hating him from a distance.
He told himself it was just the natural instinct of a best friend to want to protect you, but knew deep down it was so much more than that.
He didn’t want that boy touching you, because he wanted to be the only one to be able to do that.
He took a sip of his drink before allowing his eyes to wander, just for a few seconds, landing on his best friend James, who seemed to be acting like the giddy dork he was around none other than Lily Evans. Catch him around any other girl, he’d be his usual proud self, yet put him in front of the pretty redhead and he turned into a crushing schoolgirl.
Sirius couldn’t help but shake his head in amusement, before he then began looking around for Remus or Peter - whichever one he found first.
Remus, for once, actually seemed to be having fun. Though usually not the party type, James and Sirius had encouraged him to turn up, just for one night, and reluctantly, the werewolf had agreed.
Look where that got him - having much more fun than his usually overdramatic friend Sirius.
Sirius then, avoiding looking at you and the Ravenclaw, found Peter, who surprisingly, after having one too many shots, seemed to almost be the life of the party, though it was more likely he was just overly excited that James had scored the winning shot of the match.
Sirius often questioned whether his little rat friend was in love with James and his talent.
“Sirius dance with me!” He suddenly heard someone slur from his left. Turning, he couldn’t help the smile that graced his face when he saw it was you. Clearly intoxicated, you nearly fell into your best friend in your attempt to get to him faster. “Y/n! A-Are you drunk?” Sirius asked in shock, holding onto your body and pulling you close to him.
“What? Nooo..” you giggled, then began to slide a hand slowly down his chest, heading towards his pants. “Whatcha doing there?” Sirius said as he grabbed you hand to prevent it from moving lower.
You pouted, and leaned up to his ear, “Don’t you want to have some fun tonight?”
If it were in any other circumstances, Sirius would have jumped at the chance for a night with you, especially after being in love with you for so long now. But you were drunk - these thoughts weren’t your own, and he could only feel a little down about that.
“Trust me doll, any other time I would, but right now we need to get you to bed,” Sirius said as he once again steadied you on your feet.
“Do I have to?” You whined. Sirius didn’t bother replying, and instead started to lead you up the stairs to your dorm room.
It was one of the only times the stairs hadn’t knocked him back down.
He opened the door to your dorm and helped you inside as you muttered incoherent things to yourself, clinging onto Sirius’ neck.
You collapsed onto the bed as Sirius sat down and rested your feet on his lap, so he could take your shoes off for you. He placed them under your bed, before leaning over your body to try and take of your necklace, in case if caused you problems whilst you were asleep.
He ignored the closeness of your bodies, trying to distract himself from behind pressed against you, when you said, “I really like his position.” You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck, a leg gently looping around his as you tried to lift your hips to meet his.
“And you are a very sexual drunk, baby girl, but I can’t do this to you. I won’t,” he said in a low tone, stroking your cheek with his finger as he pulled away from you with the necklace, trying not to hurt your leg as he untangled it from around his. “Then just stay with me,” you muttered sleepily, holding onto his arm so he couldn’t stand up.
Sirius’ heartbeat sped up. Did you just ask him to stay longer?
Without a word, Sirius placed the necklace on your beside table, slipping out of his trousers and climbing into the bed with you, instantly wrapping his arms around you. You looked up into his dark brown eyes, mesmerised by the way they were gazing back at you with such adoration. Your stare flickered down to his soft lips, and in your drunk state, you convinced yourself it was the perfect idea to lean over and-
Sirius thought his head was going to explode from feeling so many emotions at once when your lips brushed his. He could taste the alcohol on you, and knew, deep down, that you were just doing this because you were intoxicated. However, he pushed that out of his mind, if only for a few moments, to savour something that he would cherish forever.
You pulled away, seemingly content with kissing him, and snuggled into his chest, listening to his rising heartbeat as it lulled you to sleep.
Sirius couldn’t believe what you had just done. He couldn’t believe that you had actually kissed him. Him, your best friend, of all people. Sure, you’d been making sexual advances all night, but he never thought you’d actually do something about it without passing out first.
He couldn’t believe he had you in his arms, holding onto him so tight. He pushed a loose strand of hair out of your face, and just watched how beautiful you looked, lying beside him with your dress clothes still on, and makeup half smudged across the pillow.
Sirius smiled to himself in a bittersweet kind of way.
You may not remember the kiss by the morning, but he was sure that he would never forget it.
Not the official name as far as I know, the details are scarce since it was just announced. It appears to fold and lock into different positions, one similar to the Magpul AFG. In the flat position it seems to function more along the lines of a handstop. Release date is August 2017 but no price as of yet. Curious to see how stable and rigid the locking mechanism is. Generally a front grip, vertical or angled, are supposed to be rigid, so if the folding aspect holds up, it would be a very adaptable part. (GRH)
was a chilly winter morning in Colorado Springs, Colorado. As women were
nervously sitting in the Planned Parenthood clinic, they started to hear a loud
“pop pop pop” coming from outside. Staff inside the clinic rushed those in the
waiting room into a different room with a lock on the door and called police.
As police arrived they were met with gunfire by Robert Lewis Dear, who was now inside the clinic.
police fired back and a five hour standoff ensued. Dear was armed with a
semi-automatic rifle and by the end of the standoff, three people were dead:
police officer, Garrett Swasey and two passerbys, Ke’Arre M. Stewart and
Jennifer Markovsky were shot numerous times and succumbed to their wounds. Beside
Dear’s car, police discovered several propane tanks. It’s believed that he had
intended to open fire on the tanks and cause an explosion.
his apprehension, Dear expressed the belief that he would be met in Heaven by aborted
fetuses who would thank him for his murderous deed. None of the people he
killed worked in Planned Parenthood and none of them were planning on having an
abortion, but he had intended on killing those inside the building. Thankfully,
they were quick on their feet and managed to get themselves to safety before he
entered. In 2016, he was deemed incompetent to stand trial.
In band you are not allowed to yawn, if you’re caught yawning you would owe 30 pushups, or more if you talked back. One guy owed over 100.
We were talking about our ethnicities and I said the word Caucasian to describe someone with a light skin tone. This girl looked confused so I asked her what she though it meant. She said it was someone who doesn’t eat.
I was in athletics once and we all had to be held back for about 30 minutes because someone stole another girls pants. We never found the pants or who did it.
My homeroom teacher did some magic trick once and I asked him to show me how to do it, but while he was showing me the bell rang. Instead of sending me to my next class he let me stay and learn the trick and just gave me a pass. I was almost 15 minutes late.
I play tuba and some guy in my section took the mouth piece of another dude and put it in his chair. When the dude sat down it ended up ripping his pants.
We were put in lockdown because some student while outside found a glass bottle, broke it, and then ran into the school with it screaming and trying to stab others.
During a choir trip after performing we got to go to Six Flags. There was a lot of us so we were separated into groups that had a chaperone then sent off. Our number one rule was to stay together and not leave our chaperone. My group’s chaperone was the choir director and the pianist. The pianist was with us because she wasn’t given a group. We went and got on one ride. When we got off the choir director and pianists were gone. We searched all over the park but finally gave up and decided to go get food. Turns out they were sitting in the food court the whole time because “it has air conditioning” and “they said that we wouldn’t leave our chaperones, but our chaperones could leave us.”
Some guys stole a turtle from my science teacher and kept it in their locker. The school went on lockdown so all our lockers could get searched to find the culprit.
The band director got so mad once he took off his glasses and crushed them in his hand.
A girl stole a needle from her mom who is a nurse and took it with her to school. We were in lockdown because she stabbed three boys all with the same needle. They had to be sent to the hospital and she was sent to juvie.
In my social studies class if you answered wrong you had to do a wall-sit until he deemed necessary.
My English teacher locked three different students in a closet throughout the span of one week.
The same English teacher decided to pull a prank on me when my mom pulled me out of class to talk about something (she taught at the school I was attending). When I came back my paper was glued to my desk.
The English teacher also got a student’s phone and smashed it with a hammer. It was dead silent until the teacher and the student both started laughing. Turns out they had planned it. The smashed phone was actually just a prop. We were all still shocked as to what happened though. He recorded it all on video.
I had band 5th period and that’s when they do the morning announcement (I don’t know why) and my band director always hated that because he wanted to start class. The announcement always started with the US pledge, then the Texas pledge, and then a 1 minute moment of silence (welcome to public school in Texas everyone) and then about 8 minutes worth of talking about upcoming things. The band director hated this so much he would make us play over the announcements so I never knew what upcoming things my school had.
There was one student who looked like he was Asian but was fully Mexican and only spoke Spanish. He was in all bilingual classes so I never met or spoke to him. Everyone called him Chong Chong because of how he looked, he didn’t even care and thought it was funny though. It’s been 4 years and I never learned his real name.
My first year in track I did shot-put and discus with two of my friends, a girl and a guy. The next year I wasn’t in athletics but would hang around during practice with the girl but the guy moved away. I was also always there after school cause my mom coached the shot-put and discus throwers. When some of the new throwers asked who threw the year before we brought him up. They asked why he wasn’t throwing this year and my friend and I told them he died because he was hit in the head with a discus. They were all too scared to go out in the field and help measure while the others threw because of this. My mom couldn’t believe how gullible they were.
My social studies teacher from a different year threw a desk at a student once.
The same social studies teacher was fired because they found out that when I had him as a teacher the tests he would give us to study were the exact same tests we were going to take for a grade and that was why we were all passing. He was practically giving us the answer key.
Some dude in percussion accidentaly dropped a drum and for the rest of the year people called him Skrillex because he “dropped the bass.” It wasn’t even a bass drum…
how boyfriend!Tom would be with different types of drunk y/n (the clumsy, the flirty, and the sleepy)
The Clumsy Drunk
he’s caught you from almost falling off the stool about four times
he learned from the first time he went out drinking with you that you are basically a floppy noodle and will trip on anything that comes within 12 inches of your feet
his hands will stay planted on your waist, functioning both as a safety net and your steering wheel
somehow when you’ve been drinking you also loose all sense of direction and as much as tom would love to have a new story to tell about you ending up in a storage closet instead of the loo, he does not want to have to help you unstick your heel from a mop bucket (again)
as much as he hates to admit it, his favorite part of the night is getting you into the car
when paps are around you try so hard to keep it together but always end up stumbling a little so his hands can’t stray from your waist
but when it’s around the back of the club, a much more private exit, he has to all but carry you there
it will start with the soft “oops” you let out as you trail behind him out the back door as you misstep and trip over your heels for the millionth time
he likes to walk a head of you because following the “oops” you let out the most pitiful, cutest whine
“tooooom. can you, like, help me?”
he chuckles as he turns around to see you hunched over, trying to regain your balance
“gimme your arm,” he will huff, trying to be annoyed but then you look up at him with wide, Bambi eyes and he can’t help but grin
he’ll pretty much haul you over his shoulder to the car door, dropping you into the backseat of the car, shutting the door, and going around to the other side to get in
except he can’t take a seat because you’ve flopped over across the seat, leaving no room for him so he’s forced to pull up your upper body and lay you across his lap
“you’re like a baby giraffe learning to walk.” he laughs. “and i love it.”
Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, Draco Malfoy, Sirius Black, Tom Riddle.
(( OOC: Since I’m trying to base this blog off of my version of Harry, (the version I had created in my mind before the movies came out.) I figured it might be fun to recreate a few other characters. ;) The movies were so brilliantly cast that there weren’t a lot of differences between the versions of the characters I had created in my head and the live-action cast, but this was definitely fun. ))
Request from anon:Can I request a Bucky x reader? She’s a civilian but they’ve been dating for months. Some hydra agents have been watching her and try to kidnap her when she was home alone. She manages to run away and hide inside a store calling Bucky to get her. After he picks her up he has her move in with him at the tower where she’ll be safe. Tony has a soft spot for her so he gives her an all access key and welcomes her to the family.
Note: All Russian was done through Google translate so I apologise to anyone who understands it and it doesn’t actually mean what it should do!
Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Violence, intimidating behaviour, threat to life and a swear word.
Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3
Sometimes you wished you could stay
frozen in this moment of time forever…your boyfriend’s arms wrapped
protectively around you as he slept peacefully next to you and your eyes gazing
upon his perfect face. Every morning for the past few months now you had been
greeted with this sight and it never grew old. Not only was he ridiculously
handsome but he was part of the Avengers too! Yes you, an ordinary civilian,
was dating an individual that helped to save the world on pretty much a daily
basis……it was like your life had suddenly turned into a script from a movie and
even now as you felt his presence and you looked upon him you still couldn’t
wrap your head around it all.
“Are you watching me sleep again
A tired smile tugged at the corner of
his lips as he slowly, and a little reluctantly, opened both of his eyes. He
knew you did it every morning but until now he had never mentioned it. It
amused him that rather than getting up and starting your day you would just lay
there and watch him instead. He couldn’t see any fascination with him sleeping
but if it kept you happy then he would live with it.