One shots

Jim Moriarty 1

I walked in the door, tired and just wanting to curl up next to (y/n). That was the greatest stress reliever ever.

"(Y/n)! I'm home!" I called as I dropped my keys on the table. I was met by silence. That was unusual. I let my senses take over and run on hyperdrive. Something wasn't right. "(Y/n)?" I called again. I started to make my way through our flat with my gun drawn. I made it to our room and gently pushed the door open. I dropped the gun as I saw (y/n) on the floor crying. "(Y/n)!" I yelled and ran over to her/him. I hugged her/him tightly and noticed the increase in heart rate and breathing. I noticed she/he was shaking. "What's wrong (y/n)?" I asked. All I got was a head shake and her/his head buried in my neck. I stroked her/his hair and held her/him to me tightly. "Please tell me. It hurts to see you like this. Please tell me." I whispered.

(Y/n) pulled back and looked at me. I met her/his (e/c) eyes and saw the sadness reflected in them.

"I'm not good enough for you Jim." (Y/n) sniffled. I kept stroking her/his hair and nodded. I bit my lip and tried to figure out where this was coming from. My chest was hurting from seeing and hearing this and I didn't know what to do about it.

"(Y/n) stop this nonsense. You are more than good enough for me. In fact you are so much better than I deserve." I said. I gently pulled her/him close to me again and kissed the top of her/his head. "Why would you think a thing like this?"

"Because." Was the reply I got as well as a hand gripping the lapels of my jacket and a head buried in my neck. I sighed and rocked us back and forth. I kissed the top of her/his head again and made sure to hold (y/n) tight.

"Well whatever it was, forget about it. Because I love you so much." I said. "And I'll never stop."