Would you please do a Moriarty/X reader one shot where he starts acting really odd and just completely unlike himself when he's around you because he's realised that he actually has feelings for you?
You opened your door to find Jim Moriarty standing outside with a bag of popcorn.
“Jim?” You asked.
“Hello.” He waved with a smile before looking down with a scowl.
“Are you okay?” You asked warily.
“Who? Me? I’m just great. Absolutely perfect.” He nodded reassuring you. “Can I come in?”
You stepped aside and let Jim walk in before closing the door. “I thought you had meetings today?”
“No, no, not today.” Jim sighed, putting the popcorn in your refrigerator. “I was thinking we could do something.”
“Is there any reason you put the popcorn in my fridge?” You asked, ignoring Jim’s comment.
“No, no, not really, but we should do something.” Jim repeated himself.
“What do you want to do?” You crossed your arms, amused.
“There’s a carnival in town.” Jim shrugged.
“You hate carnivals. You always complain that there’s too many people.” You reminded him.
“But this one will be fun.” He reassured you.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” You asked once again, concerned.
“I feel great.” Jim did a little twirl in front of you.
Warily, you walked over and placed the back of your hand on his forehead before gently grabbing his arm to make sure he wasn’t using.
“You think I’m on drugs?” He asked you with a small frown.
“I don’t know what to think, Jim.” You told him honestly. “What’s going on with you?”
Jim pulled you into his chest, placing his hands on your waist. He grabbed his iPod from the inside jacket of his suit and unwrapped his headphones handing you one and placing the other in his ear. “Dance with me.”
“Not until you tell me what’s going on.” You muttered, ignoring the Beegee’s song blaring through the headphone.
“That’s boring,” Jim rolled his eyes as he let out a deep sigh. You took a step back before Jim noticed what you were doing and pulled you back into his chest, holding onto you tighter. “I have a secret. Promise not to tell anyone?”
“I promise.” You told him.
“You won’t tell a soul?” He whispered into your ear.
“I won’t tell a soul.” You repeated.
“I love you.” He spoke in the faintest whisper and yet the words rang in your ear.
You bit your lip to keep from smiling. “Can I tell you a secret, too?”
He nodded as you leaned in, hovering over his lips. “I love you, too.”
Jim pressed his lips to yours with a sense of urgency you had never seen before. Your lips fit perfectly with his, like a missing key that finally found the right lock. A smile tugged at your lips as Jim pulled back.
“We don’t have to go to the carnival, do we?” Jim asked.
“No,” You laughed lightly. “No, Jim we don’t have to go.”
Jim picked you up bridal style and carried you over to the couch, holding you in his protective embrace for the rest of the day.