He knew what was coming, the lead-up, where it was all going. He knew, he calculated. Hours were spent on the plan, days, weeks. Every possible outcome had been mapped out and thoroughly thought through. He was ready to do what it took to finish out the game he had started.
During the past few months had been spiraling downwards into the endless pit of depression. Nothing brought him joy anymore, it was all monotone, black, white, grey. There was no color until his eyes landed on those strange ones of the detective, blue or green he wasn’t sure what color they were but it was like there was a little more color in the world after that. He had something to do, something to live for. Of course, he knew it was fleeting and wouldn’t be a permanent solution, that was why he was planning the downfall of the detective and the death of himself.
Waiting on the roof, he was resigned to what was going to happen. He dared say he was waiting for it, ready to embrace death. It would be something different, no matter what came after, and if there was nothing, as he suspected, then at least there would be no more being bored, no more being tired, no more monochrome, bland, boring life. He was ready.
It was almost worth it all to see the detective think he has something over him, the laughing the smiling, thinking he’s so cleaver. Of course, he wasn’t. It had been planned out. He knew what he was going to have to do.
With a handshake and a final breath, the gun went into his mouth, and there was silence. He had finally freed himself from the boring confines of the living.
He was ready for the next great adventure and hopes that whatever was next was more interesting than his life.
Summary: Reader is seeing other people because Jim isn’t taking them seriously. Reminded me of the song Somebody Else by The 1975- it’s super good go listen to it.
Request: @unknownwonder
Request for Jim Moriarty x reader. Reader is dating other people because he doesn't want to be serious. Ingredients: 2 cups of angst and a spoonful of fluff 😘
Author’s Note: WATCH FLEABAG ON AMAZON PRIME IF YOU LIKE ANDREW SCOTT!!!! it’s only two seasons with six episodes each- I watched them both in one day. Andrew plays a super hot priest I swear it’s worth it!! -Kelsie
Word Count: 595
“I just don’t think that you should be wearing that color. It seriously washes you out,”
You held in your angry response as you narrowed your eyes at your date across the table in front of you. It really wasn’t a good idea to go out with a fashion advisor, but he had money and you wanted attention.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” You smiled sweetly. He continued to list the colors that you should wear, along with good patterns to go with your body shape. You started to drift off as he explained which fruit your body resembled most before your phone jolted you awake as it buzzed silently in your pocket.
Free tonight? ;) -M
You frowned and quickly shoved your phone back into your pocket.
“....just throw some heels on, they’d compliment your legs so much,”
Over it, you reached forward and grabbed his glass of wine from across the table before downing it completely. He stopped rambling instantly and watched you in awe.
“Don’t tell me how to dress,” You said as you slammed the glass back down on the table. Opening your purse widely, you wrapped up the remaining breadsticks and shoved them in before getting up and leaving.
You hated dating. The only thing you wanted to do was find that one person who you could come home to each night without a doubt. Your phone buzzed again in your pocket as you reached the bus stop nearest the restaurant you were just in.
Just a quickie ;) -M
You cursed quietly to yourself as you responded.
I’m going home.
Honestly, the hardest part about dating was knowing there was already someone you wanted, but couldn’t have. Well... you could ‘have’ him whenever you wanted... but not in a serious way. Not in the way you wanted.
You knew he’d be there by the time you got back, but his presence in your empty apartment startled you nonetheless.
“Busy night?” He asked, glancing at your dress as you slipped out of your coat.
“I was on a date,” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes tiredly.
He scoffed.
“Am I not enough?”
Was he being serious?
“We’re not together,” You said, stepping toward him, “You said it yourself,”
“Because you’re ashamed of me,” He smirked, “I’m just your guilty pleasure,”
“I never said that,”
“You didn’t have to,”
Silence fell over your flat and you looked down at your shoes awkwardly.
“You’re the one who said we shouldn’t be serious,” You mumbled, not looking at him.
“I didn’t want to hurt you,”
“That could’ve worked if you didn’t keep suggesting these ‘quickies’,”
His head fell and he kicked absently at the floor.
“I couldn’t keep myself away from you,” He finally mumbled.
“Well, it hurts more than if you just left completely,” You said, “It’s like you’re teasing me now,”
“Did you want to be serious?” He asked, stepping in front of you, practically forcing you to look at him, “Because last time you were pretty ashamed,”
“I still am! You’ve done horrible things but I’ll be damned if I didn’t love you,” Your breath hitched in your throat as you confessed and you backed away slightly.
“Fuck it,” He mumbled before grabbing your face and kissing you passionately.
You pulled away to catch your breath and his hands slowly made their way to the back of your neck and hair.
“I love you too,” He mumbled before kissing you again.
You pushed at his chest softly so he’d pull away again.
“Take me seriously this time, Jim,”
“Speak for yourself,”
a/n: I’m not sure how much I like this or if this is even what you were thinking but it’s the best I’ve got lmao :) -Kelsie
James Moriarty x Reader [PROMPT #18: “you’re kinda cute like that.”]
Pairing: Jim Moriarty x Reader
Prompt(s): #18: “you’re kinda cute like that.”
Mood/Emotion: amused
Requested By:@murielthemagicalgirl
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You’d been aware of Moriarty’s presence in London for quite some time and while you never thought you were important enough to be on his radar, you’d been wary about how much you’d investigated into his whereabouts. Apparently, the little you’d done to research him was more than enough to get not only on his radar but under his watch.
A knock at the door had startled you.
“Y/N Y/L/N? Can I come in?”
Cautiously, you approach the door. The voice is not one you recognise so your hesitant to even open the door. Reluctantly, you do however and immediately regret it.
James Moriarty.
He stands before you, smiling.
“You’re kinda cute like that,” he notes, gesturing to your pyjamas, “May I come in?”
You look down at your attire and realise that what you happened to be wearing was less than suitable for what was happening. He was in a full suit... And you? You were in an old t shirt and joggers. It hardly seemed to match the occasion.
“I... Who are you?”
“Y/N... My dear, don’t play dumb with me. It doesn’t suit you,” he tuts at you, before stepping inside your apartment.
Wordlessly, you stand by and let him in. It probably wasn’t smart- no, definitely wasn’t smart, but you were too caught up in shock to actually do anything to stop him. He sits in one of the chairs at your breakfast table. Moriarty now looks at you in full.
“Now, Y/N, I know you’ve taken an interest in me... So I did the same with you,” he purrs.
You shut the door and walk towards him.
“You have?”
“Hm.. Now, sit with me: we are due a little chat.”
Summary: Short morning fluff w/ Moriarty + some angst
Author’s Note: I’m still upset over this show - Kelsie
Word Count: 447
You couldn’t tell where you were. Sun shone through the parted blinds and a record player across the room spun silently, occasionally jumping. It had ended many hours ago. Sitting up, you realized you weren’t alone in the bed.
“Oh God,” You mumbled once you saw who it was. Guilt set in instantly. What would Sherlock and John say when they found out? You couldn’t betray your best friends but you knew Sherlock would figure out what had happened.
He looked so vulnerable lying there deep asleep. His hair was a mess and his mouth hung slightly open. If you wanted, you could kill him right then and there. It would save Sherlock the hassle.
Slowly, you reached over the edge of the bed and pulled out the pocket knife you kept in your inside jacket pocket. You turned to face him again and flipped the knife open. Now was your chance.
He hummed sleepily and pulled the covers up. You froze and held your breath so as not to wake him. Luckily he stayed asleep. For some reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to bring the knife down. Hand shaking, you closed it and set it down on the table beside the bed.
“y/n?”
You froze again. His hand snaked under the sheets and pulled at your shirt slightly.
“I think that... maybe I should go,” You mumbled, turning to face him. He was awake now, hair still tousled with a stupid smirk on his face.
“Why?”
“John and Sherlock-” You started, sitting up more in the warm bed.
“They won’t find out, Love,”
“Sherlock might,” Fear set in and you looked away from him quickly.
You didn’t want to leave, though. You wanted to crawl underneath the warm covers and play absently with his hair while he rubbed your back.
“This was a mistake,” You mumbled, pulling your knees to your chest.
How could you feel the way you did about him? After all of the things he’s done? You couldn’t stop thinking about his gruff morning voice and the way his hands felt when they roamed your body. Your mind started to drift to the night before...
“If Sherlock finds out, I’ll lose his trust completely,”
“Then he won’t find out,”
You looked over at his smug smirk again. The only thing you wanted to do was curl up next to him...
His hand reached and once again pulled slightly at the edge of your shirt. Giving in, you sunk back under the covers and let him pull you into his chest tightly.
“You’re a horrible person,” You mumbled, enjoying the feeling of his fingers in your hair.
"No," I turned away, struggling out of the tight grip Moriarty had on the back of my neck.
"Look," Jim grabbed my hair and pulled my head to face towards the glass. "Look what you did,"
"I didn't-"
"Don't lie, naughty girl. No, no. You asked for this. You,"
"Let him go please!"
"Why should I do that?"
"Because..."
"Because you love him?" Jim laughed. "Please! We both know whats not true,"
"Please,"
"Pathetic," Jim snarled roughly letting go of my hair, the force of which made me stumble and fall to the ground. "To think I thought you had potential. No, you're boring like the rest of them. Boring and pathetic,"
I knew I couldn't fight back so I just sat on the floor and took it. My fiancé was getting beaten in the next room and I did nothing.
"Do you know what I'm going to do now, miss clever clogs?" Jim asked crouching down to my level. I shook my head and continued to look at the floor. "No? That's a shame isn't it. You got so good at it before he showed up,"
"Please, don't hurt him,"
"Too late!" A shoot fired and glass smashed. I shielded my face from the glass and grimaced when I felt something warm trickle down my face and arms. Moriarty stood over me and laughed evilly. I knew what he'd done.
"Come on darlin' that was pretty funny!"
"You- you killed him!"
"He was gunna die anyway," He laughed. "Come look," Moriarty held his hand out for me to grab but I refused. "Get up, then,"
"Leave me alone,"
"I said, get up!" Moriarty screamed. I scrambled to my feet quickly now, too scared to try anything anymore. "You see you're pretty little boy toy wasn't as smart as you think. Thats what happens when you get to smart with me. He deserved that. Don't you agree?"
"Yes," I said, my head hung low so I didnt have to look at the blood splattered room I knew was behind the glass.
"Yes what?" Moriarty grinned, grabbing my chin and pushing my head up to look him directly in the eye.
I couldn't help but be amused as they were reading creepypasta again for the 3rd time this week. "You really need to stop reading that stuff it's only making you lose sleep." I sigh but move closer to them anyways,"But considering I can't make you stop I guess we'll just have to read them together."
