#moriarty preference

Stayin Alive: Bee gees

I Want to Break Free: Queen

Hungry Like the Wolf: Duran Duran

Sweet Escape: Gwen Stefani 

I’m too Sexy: Right Said Fred

Bad to the Bone: George Thorogood

We are the Champions: Queen

(I can’t get no) Satisfaction: The Rolling Stones

Ring of Fire: Johnny Cash

Money, Money, Money: Abba

One Way or Another: Blondie

The Final Countdown: Europe

I Will Survive: Gloria Gaynor

Take on me: A-Ha

Wake Me Up Before You Go: Wham!

Walking on Sunshine: Katarina & the Waves

Jailhouse Rock: Elvis Presley

Basket Case: Green Day

Don’t you (Forget About Me): Simple Minds

U Can’t Touch This: MC Hammer

Gives you Hell: All-American Rejects

Night Fever: Bee gees

Smooth Criminal: Michael Jackson

Come and Play. Kisses JM.

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?”

him being very overprotective

hurting anyone that dared lay a finger on you

you being the most important thing to him

you being his weakness

him calling you cute nicknames like sweetheart or love

you eventually meeting john watson and sherlock 

this leads to you befriending them

resulting in some very awkward situations

secret cuddles

him not wanting to look weak in meetings so he secretly holds your hand

him giving you his unconditional love

plotting together

lip singing classic rock together in your flat

you having to deal with all of his temper tantrums when he doesn’t kill sherlock 

comforting him after

Reader x Moriarty

27. “You’re drunk.”

“Jim!” You called out, picking up your history textbook and walking into the kitchen. “I need your help.”

“What’s up?” He laughed, holding a bottle of aged whiskey in his hands.

“You’re drunk.” You sighed. “Aren’t you?” Jim nodded, laughing in response.

You sighed and turned on your heel. “Nevermind.”

“No, no, wait.” Jim raised his voice and tried to stand up. “I want to help you Y/N.”

You looked down at the man in front of you with flushed cheeks and a happy attitude before sitting down at the kitchen table next to him. “I was hoping you could help me remember the Cold War.”

“The Cold War?” Jim repeated, excited. “Easy peasy. I know everything about the Cold War.”

“Really?” You asked, amused.

“Oh yeah.” Jim quickly nodded. “It’s weird but it wasn’t even cold, except in the winter. But America basically was just like don’t do communism and Stalin, the leader of the Soviets, was just like Communism was better than Democracy.”

“That’s wild.” You said, sarcastically.

“Oh, I know.” Jim agreed, taking another sip. “So then America and the Soviets basically decided to be really passive aggressive about it all and try to convince other countries to join their side because they wanted to prove to each other that they were the better choice.”

Jim finished off his glass. “It was a pretty wild adventure if you ask me.” Jim paused for a moment and thought before responding. “Which you did. Does that help?”

Reader x Moriarty

8. “What part of ‘we’re enemies’ did you not understand?”

10. “I’m not a biology teacher, but I’m pretty sure your dick isn’t supposed to be in your personality.”

18. “I’m not expert, but enemies don’t usually have tea together.”

32. “You’re supposed to be dead. Why aren’t you dead?”

You unlocked the front door to your flat and walked in, freezing in place. “You’re supposed to be dead. Why aren’t you dead?”

“Y/N, it’s always a pleasure to see you.” Jim Moriarty smiled and poured himself a cup of tea.

“I thought you killed yourself.” You blurted out. “And out of all the places you could be why are you sitting in my living room? How did you even get in?”

“Y/N, you always were my favorite.” Jim sighed nostalgically and poured another cup of tea, holding it out towards you. “Tea?”

“I’m not an expert, but enemies don’t usually have tea together.” You muttered warily, taking the cup and placing it on the table.

“Drink up.” Jim smiled at you, taking a sip of his own tea. “It’s rude to let someone as handsome as me drink alone you know.”

“I’m not drinking that tea, Jim.” You shook your head, laughing lightly at the fact he thought you’d be stupid enough to take tea from him.

Jim sighed, taking the cup and drinking from it. “It’s not poisoned. I’d never poison you, Y/N. You’re too good for that. After all, you are my favorite.”

You stared at Jim for a long time before speaking up. “Okay seriously, what part of ‘we’re enemies’ did you not understand?”

“All I’m saying is that we don’t have to be enemies, Y/N.” Jim told you, with his customary smirk plastered on his face. “I like you, Y/N, I really do. You’ve got this fiery personality to you. And you’re witty. You’re definitely someone that could have an intelligent conversation.”

“Thank you?” You said, although it came out more like a question.

“Don’t get me wrong you’ll never be half as smart as I am, but then again the only person that might come close is Sherlock.” Moriarty paused, scanning your body before looking back at your eyes. “But you’re cute enough.”

“I’m not a biology teacher,” You huffed. “But I’m pretty sure your dick isn’t supposed to be in your personality.”

“Oh c’mon, Y/N. We could be partners in crime. You and I would rule England together. I can give you the world and then some.” He told you, leaning across the table and placing his hand on your arm. “And as for Sherlock. He can’t give you half the things that I could.”

“Sherlock’s a better man then you are.” You pulled your arm back.

Jim Moriarty let out a deep, sinister laugh. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that one, love. You’d be surprised about the kind of man he is.”

You looked away from Moriarty, not wanting him to know that his words made you think twice about Sherlock. He grabbed your hand, snapping you out of your thoughts and placed a kiss on the back of it. “If you do change your mind love, just give me a call.”

Reader x Moriarty

15. “Stop deflecting my cuddles!”

You were curled up under a blanket with your boyfriend, Jim. It had been too long since the two of you had a movie day, and you were dying to watch Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.

“Jim!” You squealed, hitting his arm with one hand and pointing at the screen with the other. “Look how cute Newt is!”

“Yes, love, Newt is just wonderful.” Jim muttered, crossing his arms over his chest.

As the movie went on, you tried to unwrap Jim’s arms and rest your head on his chest, but Jim wouldn’t budge. “Stop deflecting my cuddles!” You whined.

“Go cuddle with Newt.” Jim said childishly, not taking his eyes off of the screen.

You sat up and faced Jim. “Are you kidding me? You won’t cuddle with me- your girlfriend- because I think that Newt is cute.”

“Well, I don’t understand why you wouldn’t just cuddle with him.” Jim remarked.

“Babe, he’s a fictional character.” You told him and sighed, pausing the video. “And besides, I don’t need Newt. I have you.”

Jim looked over at you, still refusing to uncross his arms. “I am a good cuddle.”

“You’re the best cuddler.” You told him, reaching out and pulling his arms apart. As soon as you could, you laid your head on Jim’s chest as he wrapped his arms around you. Jim placed a kiss on your head and unpaused the movie, tightening his grip on you every time Newt came onto the screen.