Jim Moriarty x Reader

Chapter 20

"..... oh my god. ..... you played me." You whispered quietly. Jim stared at you a moment before his smile widened.

".... you're just getting that now~~~?" He hummed happily, before calmly stepping towards the door, hands in his pockets.

"... I told you. Don't underestimate me~~. I will push you to the limit, and past. I will break you." Jim cooed- he was facing away from you, but you could hear the smile in his voice. You turned slightly red, both in anger and..... embarrassment...

".... see you later, my dear~ I'll send William in later to check on you~." He purred, before simply striding out of the room, closing the door behind him. You covered your face with your hands and curled up in the fetal position on your bed— and..... you smiled.

..... goddamnit, jim was alive. ..... you were screwed.

......... heh.

You decided soon enough, to take a nap. You'd been sleeping a lot lately, but all the drama and shock had pretty well finished you off. .... that, and the chloroform still had your mind a little hazy.

So, you slept for a good long while, until you awoke to hearing a light tap on your door.

"Mmh......??" You sat up out of the bed, rubbing your eyes and yawning. The door opened, William stepped in.

"My apologies, I must've awoken you. Do you want me to leave-?" He asks, pausing slightly. In response, you shook your head.

"No, it's alright. I've been sleeping too much anyways. Come on in— and don't be so formal. It's just me." You smiled as welcomingly as you could, standing up and stretching.

"Alright... ... how are you feeling—? You seemed pretty... uptight."

"That's an understatement." You smile softly, looking down kind of sadly.

"True.. you did cut Jim up pretty bad."

"What???!"

"....... oh."

"William, what??? Is he okay.???" You asked, your eyebrows drawing together in confusion and slight worry. Jim didn't SEEM hurt....at all. How could you have hurt him....??

"Yes, he's fine. ... always fine. .... just a few minor scrapes, nothing to worry about." He backtracks calmly, fixing his tie. You take note of the unwitting tell, but decide not to bring it up, knowing you could probably use it to tell when he was lying later on.

"... William, where is he hurt." You state again, staring at him in the most threatening way you knew how. He glanced at you, then sighed.

"... go ask him for yourself. I'm sure he'd be delighted to have you take care of him."

"I hate you." You stated, facepalming and blushing. God, William. Must he use your unrealistic crush weakness against you.

In response, William just smiled. Probably the first genuine smile you had ever seen him do.