Jim Moriarty Imagines

{Only Ordinary} Being confused he fell in love with you, an ordinary person.

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Imagine Jim...

Being confused he fell in love with you, an ordinary person.

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The stirring emotion carved throughout his stomach, feeling as though it would leave horrid, deep cuts. Yet, in a good way. No, perhaps not. Jim Moriarty was aching in pure confusion of his thoughts and feelings; he just couldn't understand whether they were to be identified as good or bad. Even so, he was sure of at least one thing. Jim knew damn well what the cause was to all of this.

You.

The first meeting between the both of you was to be described as fleeting, in Jim Moriarty's opinion; it all happened very quickly. You had been looking in one direction walking about the streets of London, with Jim looking the other and soon after, you had run face first into his chest. Jim was practically a human wall, just teetering back a bit, but you didn't have such luck; you had fallen and been knocked to the ground on impact. Luckily, you hadn't tumbled far enough to hit your head against the concrete, but you knew for a fact that your tailbone would be feeling a great deal of pain later that evening.

At first, Jim searched you angrily, nearly barking, 'Watch where the hell you're going," but, in his eyes meeting yours his gaze softened for some reason completely unknown to him. He felt nervous. Jim had swallowed that lump in his throat and, without thinking, reached for your arms, helping you up in the process. For a bit, you awkwardly shifted in place under his gaze, not entirely sure what his deal was. You decided that you were tired of the uncomfortable silence and was the first to speak.

"Sorry, sir," your voice soft and rather melodious to Jim's ears. He took in your apology, searching for something to stay in return.

"It's all right," Jim's voice was quiet, barely audible, but due to close proximity you heard him just fine, "Just...be more careful."

You had tried to read the expression upon the new stranger's face, but found nothing really. He looked rather nonchalant about the situation at hand; nearly numb looking towards you. The man's reactions had sent a spark to your curiosity and only increased as he finally shifted to the side and began walking away without another word. Especially with that mysterious atmosphere, you were dying to know at least a little more about him.

In response to your own thoughts, you quickly turned back round, shouting after his attention, "H-Hey! Wait!"

You gave out a tiny smile as he stopped and turned his head enough to look over you again. Running up to him, you threw him a grin. This made Jim search over you in slight admiration. He could tell you were simple. Ordinary. Yet, somehow, he was captivated all the same.

'How terribly confusing,' Jim thought to himself with a slight tilt of the head, his brown eyes searching you.

"I never caught your name, sir," you spoke with a slight puff of breath from the earlier spell of running. An expression of confusion washed over your features of his deep chuckle and the mischievous cover of his eyes.

'She has no clue who I truly am. Absolutely adorable,' Jim laughed again at his thoughts. He figured he should answer your question, so he gave out a slight hum and began to speak,

"James Moriarty. And you are?"

"Oh! Nice to meet you, James. I'm ___."

"Please," a smirk crossed his features, "call me Jim."

"Well, pleasure to meet you, Jim," you gave him a bright, genuine smile. There was that fascination, again. Jim was practically drowning in it. He watched as you gave him a hand to shake. Jim took it, gently wrapping his palm about your own, nearly as though he thought you'd break, even though he knew that that wasn't the case.

And that was that. Now he was sitting on his own. Deeply contemplating on how on earth he could ever, ever fall for someone so simply, utterly ordinary.