Write Love on Her Arms- Sherlock x ReaderTrigger Warning- self-harm, suicidal intent (in possession of pills with the intention of overdose), depression. If this makes you uncomfortable then please stop reading now.More Like This
“When were you planning on telling me?”
Sherlock’s deep, smooth voice cut through the whirlwind of thoughts that had occupied you. Your head jerked up in surprise as you gaped at him, panic filling your chest as you quickly moved to hold your sluggishly bleeding arm behind you.
Still stubbornly feigning innocence though you were certain that he had seen, you forced your voice to remain steady as you replied, “Telling you what?”
Sherlock’s gaze was dark and piercing, unreadable as he spat, “Did you really think I wouldn’t find out? I notice everything. Especially you.”
“What are you talking about?” you snapped defensively, fighting the expanding vortex of feelings that threatened to exp
Hide and Seek - [Yandere!Mephisto Pheles x Reader]More Like This
The moon was high in the darkened abyss of the sky, the carpet of stars surrounding it glistening in an almost eerie light. The night was almost dead silent, even the usually triumphant cascade of cicada calls seeming to have died down for some reason. In fact, there was little to no sound at all throughout the ebony hued twilight; creating an almost sinister feeling deep inside of any observer’s chest.
This observation did not go unnoticed by you.
Your loud footfalls seemed to echo throughout the apparently abandoned streets as you ran, the silence of the outdoors around you seeming to only amplify the thundering sound. Shallow breaths left your chapped lips as you blinding trotted along, yourself having long been out of breath before now. But, you couldn’t stop to take a break.
You knew you couldn’t stop.
The bright rays of the street lights around you seemed to flicker as your fatigued form passed them, your suddenly life saving sneakers squeaking lightly as you sh
Punishment (Mephisto x Reader)More Like This
Mephisto Pheles was always a very interesting person in your opinion.
Attractive yes, but very strange. You really didn't understand him at all. One day, he'd be kind (alright, in a way...), and the next he'd be a cocky asshole.
This happened to be one of those days. After you had accidentally slept in, you had been running to your classroom so you wouldn't be late, in a crowd of other running students, and Mephisto just so happened to only notice you and called you out. So now, here you are, late for class, standing in the deserted hallways with the headmaster of True Cross Academy, being scolded.
"Bull shit. There were tons of other people running around me, you ass!" You growled. Your arms were crossed, and an irritation was written all over your face.
"As far as I know, you were the only one running." You wanted to just punch the smirk that was plastered onto his face right off. "And I'm afraid you'll have to come with me back to my office now, for swearing not only on school groun
Mephisto x Reader: Moments Like These-Ch.1More Like This
Chapter 1: First Day
You sang your favorite song loudly as you skipped your way into Truss Cross Academy's courtyard. You weren't afraid to be yourself since no one was around. Today was your first day of school and you were excited. So excited that you woke up an hour early before your alarm clock did. As a result, you had tons of time to prepare and get ready for your first day of school. EVER. Since you lived in an orphanage that didn't have enough money to send the many children they house to school, you were "home schooled".
So anyways, you got up an hour early and you...had nothing to do. You had already prepared your school supplies and textbooks last night, and your bento was already done and waiting for you downstairs in the dorm's refrigerator. Sighing, you grabbed a towel and went to the dorm's showers. After about ten minutes, you came back to your room and changed into your uniform...
As always, you put on your underwear. Matching (favorite colo
Embarrassing Company Mephisto x Reader OneshotMore Like This
It was extremely hot out. The air was humid and dry, and there were no cool breezes about. You were practically dying from the heat, and the classroom you were currently sitting in was rapidly speeding up your dying process, and making you boil. Your skin felt as hot as the sun and you were starting to develop a migraine. One thing you never did handle well, was severe heat.
As you began to sweat profusely, a thought crossed your mind. Dying seemed better than listening to the teacher lecture and dealing with a horrible headache, along with the heat that was making you miserable.
Deciding to put an end to your terrible heat filled situation, you lifted your head off your arms, and moved them till they swung down to your sides. Just as you were about to sign yourself out of life and let your head come crashing down upon the surface of the desk, the school bell rang, dismissing the last class of the day.
The sound of the school bell was music to everyone's ears in the classroom, includin