TheMadHattress01

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

Papers, piles and piles of papers. When you started out as a doctor is hadn't been that much, but the more cadets you trained in medicine and field first aid, the more soldiers got saved during expeditions and the more people you had in the medical bay and consequently the more paperwork you had to do. Sure you were thrilled that all those years ago you had been given permission to start a sub-corp attached to the survey corps to train cadets in medical knowledge that they could use to save their fellow soldiers that were wounded in battle but not killed, instead of leaving them behind like it use to be to preserve the lives of those uninjure

You were working a hunt and you had picked up some information that made you believe it was just your average ghost haunting. Should just be a simple salt and burn, you thought. These days you worked as hard as you could, not allowing yourself to think about your failed relationship. You were stupid to think a relationship with an angel could ever work anyway, you thought. So, when you walked into the diner across from the motel, the last thing you expected to see was Castiel. He looked different, miserable even, you thought hopefully. You had just decided that you couldn't stand talking to him after everything, but Castiel looked up at y

The flat was deadly quiet as Sherlock and John walked up the front steps, the case solved and the criminal caught with only minor scrapes and bruises. John was too exhausted to really notice the emptiness but Sherlock did and it put him on edge. He knew you weren’t home before they even stepped through the door and while John did a slightly frantic search for you, he stood in the doorway and silently panicked. Images of you being taken by Moriarty or something equally horrible flashed through his head before his eyes flicked over the living room and he made a deduction that replaced his fears with something else entirely. John came back

John snoozed lightly in a chair by your hospital bed, his head balanced in his hand as he rested his elbow on the wooden arm. His blonde hair was disheveled, a considerable amount of stubble covered his chin, and his eyes were rimmed with dark circles from lack of sleep. In the past three days, he’d refused to leave your side. The only reason he wasn’t still in the blood covered clothes from before was Lestrade, who had brought him something clean to put on when he’d come to wrap up his report. The room was filled with an assortment of things from all the people who’d been in. Molly had brought you a lipstick and John

        “You can do this, (Y/n).” Eren said, “Just breathe.”        You stood in the center of a field, only a few miles from the Recon Corps Headquarters. Eren stood in front of you, with Hanji and Levi a fair distance away on horseback. You took a deep breath, shuddering slightly on the exhale. Slowly, you lifted your hand to your mouth, letting it rest on your lips for a moment.        “Remember,” Hanji called from her horse, “You’ll need a clear goal before transforming, so focus on the idea of picking him up.”        You glanced up at Eren, who stood calmly in front of you, as i