Professor Posh ➳ Teacher x Student/Sherlock x Reader

Chøke Me Daddy

I walk into my room and shut the door behind me, before throwing my keys somewhere nearby and shrugging my jacket off. I run a hand through my hair as I go to the bathroom and splash my face with some water. I needed to check back in with reality for a moment and make sense of everything that happened today:

I tried to have a nice morning but was instead assaulted.

I then killed the man I was assaulted by, brutally.

Mister Hiddleston, my kind professor, helped me and hid the body so that I wouldn't get into any trouble.

Thus resulting in Professor Holmes (who, I should add, is still sending me mixed signals) wrongfully deducing that Professor Hiddleston was responsible for the murder altogether.

And once they were all gone, Jim Moriarty showed up and I almost hurt him. Bad. He was somehow seduced by it though. I don't even know. It's fucking weird.

I ran away and somehow managed to find Professor Hiddleston. He talked to me and calmed me down a bit, but I had come to the conclusion to be honest with Professor Holmes about the second crime I had committed.

Then, just when things couldn't get more confusing and weird...I left to head back to my room for some peace and quiet before I was gonna break the truth to Professor Holmes, and I bumped into a bitchy woman who I later watched kiss Professor Hiddleston on the lips!

I look at myself in the mirror and shake my head:

"You need some food." I tell myself.

I plop onto the sofa after getting changed into some pajamas and order some takeout from my phone. I just didn't want to go out at all. There was so much going on in the world, in this school. It was all happening too fast for me. I just needed to stay away for a littl--

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

I sigh and get up, sliding into some slippers as I made my way towards the door. I bit my lip and looked through the peephole before opening it this time:

Sherlock Holmes.

I bring my hand to the cold handle of the door and pull it open, I lean against the frame and stare at him in dead silence.

He stares at me silently as well, his eyes darting analytically back and forth between both of my eyes, as if he was searching for something in one of them. He then blinks once, before speaking absolutely robotic:

"Would you like me to help you move out of the way?"

I roll my eyes and move away from the door, walking away towards the kitchen to get myself a glass of water.

He shuts the door behind him as he strides in with his long coat:

"What's gotten into you?" He asks in an uninterested and yet condescending tone as he removes his coat and scarf, "Your provocative texts earlier contradict you heavily right now."

A dark blush creeps up my cheeks as I pour myself water into the glass in my hands. I do my best to conceal it before turning around and walking over to him while sipping from my glass. I watch as he drops onto the sofa with a huff, and leans back against the cushion. I take a seat next to him and set my glass down on the coffee table in front of us:

"I just don't know with you." I admit, "You're always sending me mixed signals. Hell, a few days ago you said the L-word and I just let it happen, not even caring if you really meant it." I explain seriously, as I look at him.

"Does it matter whether or not I mean it?" He asks bluntly.

My jaw hardens as I feel a pinch in my heart. I scoff and avert my gaze to the table: