Jim Borrows Your Phone To Text Sebastian, And Being A Snoopy Bastard He Opens Your Gallery Hoping To

Jim borrows your phone to text Sebastian, and being a snoopy bastard he opens your gallery hoping to find embarrassing pictures or perhaps stumble upon some nudes.

what he got was this.

you ask if he’s done with your phone, not knowing he was snooping.

JM: here. thankyou.

13 and 25 with Moriarty please 💕 x

Reader x Moriarty

13. “It’s three a.m.”

25. “This is a horrible idea.”

You felt a poke on your cheek and shifted away.

“Y/N.” Your boyfriend Jim poked you again. “Come on wake up.”

“Go to bed, Jim.” You swatted his arm away and faced the other side.

“Y/N.” Another poke.

Begrudgingly, you opened your eyes looking at the alarm clock and then at Jim. “It’s three a.m.”

“Time is only a number.” Jim responded in a sing-song tone. “Besides I’ve got a great idea.”

“What is it?” You asked warily. Jim’s ideas almost always ended with the two of you getting in trouble.

“Get dressed and I’ll tell you on the way.” Jim flung clothes at you and walked out of your shared room, yelling back behind him, “I’m going to get the car. Meet me outside in ten minutes.”

You groaned and grabbed the clothes, putting them on as fast as you could before walking outside. When you were outside, you knocked on the car window and waited for Jim to unlock the car.

“It’s so bloody early, Jim.” You muttered while getting in and buckling your seat. “This better be good.”

“Oh, it will be.” He assured you, backing out of the driveway.

After driving for a few minutes in silence you spoke up. “Are you going to tell me what we’re doing?”

“We’re going to steal the crown jewels.” He told you excitedly.

“Steal the crown jewels?” You asked in disbelief. “You just did that last month. Remember, they had a trial and everything.”

“I didn’t steal them, Y/N. They didn’t leave their case.” Jim said as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

You stayed quiet for a minute. “This is a horrible idea.”

“Well, get ready.” Jim stopped the car. “Because we’re here.”

When you refused to get out of the car, Jim opened your door and grabbed your hand, pulling you out.

“We’re going to get caught.” You muttered, anxiously. “I’ll never survive in jail.”

Jim stopped walking and turned to face you. He placed his hands on either side of your face reassuringly. “We’re not going to get caught. You’re with me, darling, remember.”

“It’s still a bad idea.” You sighed before asking, “Why are we even doing this?”

“Because Honey, you should see me in a crown.” Jim smirked, placing a light kiss on your lips. He grabbed your hand once again and pulled you the rest of the way.

The crown jewels loomed in front of the two of you. Jim looked over at you, shooting you a wink. “Pretty cool, huh?”

“Alright, yes. It’s pretty cool.” You admitted.

“Go stand next to them.” Jim told you. “I’ll take your picture.”

You let out a laugh and moved over to stand next to the crown jewels. “Alright, I’m ready.”

“You’re just standing there.” He rolled his eyes. “Boring.”

“Well then what do you suggest?” You crossed your arms.

“Do something evil.” He told you.

“Like what?” You asked. “I don’t know any evil poses.”

“Pretend like you’re going to kick the glass down.” Jim smiled, getting his phone ready.

“That’ll set off alarms, Jim.”

Jim gave you a soft smile. “I’ve already disabled them. Do you really think I would bring you somewhere dangerous?”

You grinned and pretended like you were kicking the glass down as Jim took your picture. “Is that evil enough for you?”

“We’ll work on it.” Jim laughed before continuing, “But now, I think we need a little music.”

Before you had time to answer, Jim started playing Staying Alive by Beegees. He grabbed the fire extinguisher off of the wall and took out his gum, sticking it on the glass. Jim looked over at you. “You better stand back. I don’t want the glass to hit you.”

“Jim-” You began to protest, but he shot you a stern glare. You stepped back and watched as he placed a diamond on the gum and hit it with the fire extinguisher, shattering the glass.

With a goofy grin, Jim stepped into the case and began to put the crown jewels on. “What do you think, Y/N?”

You took your phone out and snapped a picture as your eyes scanned over Jim’s body. “You were right, Jim. I did need to see you in a crown.”

Thor and Loki in Thor: Ragnarök + Neil Gaiman’s Norse Mythology

Death Puns and Assassins (James Moriarty x Reader)

James Moriarty smiled.

One would think that it wasn’t a big deal. But, his genuine smiles (not his trademark smirks) were as rare as the instances where Sherlock was, in fact, incorrect regarding his deductions.

His smiles meant one of two things: Either Sherlock had fallen into one of his elaborate mind games or schemes, or Moriarty had just received a text from (y/n).

No one knows when these texts began. (Y/n) was hired as one of Moriarty’s assassins ages ago, and many agree that the texts became a ritual presumably from the first hit.

It goes something like this: Moriarty sends a  name, place, and time. And hour later, a text chime announces a confirmation that everything went well. The part that caused him to smile, though, was the strange method (y/n) used when providing evidence that the deed was done.

(Y/n)’s confirmation text only consisted of two things: A gruesome selfie with the corpse, and a cringe-worthy pun describing the death.

Tonight’s text was a prime example; (y/n) was posed with their arm around the body of a man who had (poorly) attempted to betray Moriarty. Now, the man was turning cold and had his eyes glassing over. And the cause of death? A couple dozen nails hammered into his skull. The hammer (y/n) had used was still bloody, and lying in the back of the photo.

The attached comment had only a simple phrase. “Nailed it.”

Why did Moriarty, the Napoleon of crime, find these stupid puns and photos amusing? No one has figured it out yet. But everyone agrees on one thing.

His smile is a beautiful, maddening thing. Even if it’s only shown because of death puns and assassins.

JM: [Y/N], put that camera down.

[Y/N]: i’m trying out the new phone you got me! so far so good~

JM: You’re lucky you’re wonderfully interesting and pure evil.

You grinned and he couldn’t help but to grin back.

◣THE CAPTIVE MASTERLIST◥

summary: you are a resistance pilot and after a mission goes wrong, you are held captive by the first order. the general of the first order knows your potential and brings you to his side.

word count: 10115

warnings: angsty, fluffy, nothing too intense

[PART 1]  [PART 2]  [PART 3]  [PART 4]  [PART 5]  [PART 6]  [PART 7]

updated: 10.21.19