brittybear109

Pan- Check. Spatula- Check. Bread- Check. Cheese- Check. Butter- Ch-…. “Sherlock? Where’s the butter?” “I used it for an experiment.” “And you couldn’t have told me that before I went to the grocery so I could get more?” No response. You let out a little growl at the ceiling, “I’ll just have to ask-“ “I used all Mrs. Hudson’s as well.” You slumped against the counter. All you had wanted was a grilled cheese. Just toasty bread and melted cheese. But of course in this household that was asking too much. Two weeks. Two weeks you’d wanted

:bulletgreen: Loki-x-Reader: Hypnotizer :bulletgreen: It was late and the nightclub you had entered was jam-packed. Everywhere you looked there were people dancing to the explosive beat that pulsed from the large speakers, and drunken souls making fools of themselves. Normally, you weren't comfortable in places such as this, but tonight you had made an exception. Because tonight you had every reason to party. From your place at the bar you could see everything that the club had to offer. From its flashing lights, to its excellent sound-system and wide variety of beverages, it was pure heaven. Well, to any hardcore clubber at least. You sig