Sherlock Imagines

Memory Girl (JimxReader)

Also; MAJOR TRIGGER WARNINGS!

He didn't know what to do when he first heard you'd moved into Baker Street. He'd been wanting to see you again, it had been years since he did, and he definitely missed you. But-What he'd become, who you were now, it just was a bit difficult to predict how it'd go. Though, things always were when it came to you. He still remembered the kid with thick-rimmed glasses and baggy tee-shirts that he spent years getting closer and closer to. The one who, eventually, stole his heart. The girl who could never look in the mirror and realize her worth...

~Spring of 1999, Jim's Junior year~

He'd been meaning to ask you out for awhile now, today just so happened to be the perfect one. There wasn't anything particularly special about it, but finally, he'd grown the courage to try and move past the label of 'best friend' and try to fill the role of 'boyfriend'. Holding three Calla Lilies in his hand as he knocked on the door, he waited. Your mum answered not too long after, pleased to see the neighbor boy at the door.
"Hello Mrs. l/n, is uh, y/n home?" His knees began to quake beneath him, considering the possibility of retreating.
"Just got home, actually. She's upstairs in her room!" She let him in, and he thanked her before ascending the stairs to your room. He couldn't contain his shaking breaths, and his entire confidence had simply vanished. Yet, he continued on his trek, your mother smiling softly behind him. It was no secret that she approved of Jim quite a bit, and her and his mum had spent many days betting when you two would finally get together. Jim reached your door, but didn't bother knocking this time. He realized there was no backing out now; even if he didn't do it, you'd have to realize he liked you. So he was just going to take the chance.
Your door creaked open, but you didn't really care. It wasn't like you'd have a chance to cover up the tear stains that had accumulated on your pillows and cheeks. You didn't even look up, though to be fair, you'd thought it was your mother. If you had looked up, you would've seen how Jim's heart sank at the sight of his wonderful y/n, the only person on earth who could make him feel anything, in a head on her bed as if you'd thrown yourself on like discarded trash on the sidewalk. In reality, you had. Rebecca, your friend, started dating a new guy (her forth boyfriend that month), and not only was he incredibly handsome, but the captain of his rugby team. So now, all your friends were dating someone, again, and all your friends were picking on you for being the single pringle of the group. It wasn't that big of a deal, but Rebecca had always taken every opportunity she could to tell you how much better she was than you. You could still hear her words echoing through your head; Ugly, pig, stupid, you get the picture... Why couldn't you look like her? Be like her? Now, your marks were actually much better than hers, but that didn't matter at the moment. The moment you'd gotten home, you'd looked in the mirror, hoping to see anything that resembled something that held worth. You didn't see it.
"Y/n?" Jim's voice was soft as he sank down beside your trembling figure on your bed. His flowers had been discarded onto the floor, and the mission for the day had been completely forgotten in light of his worry for you.
"Chuck- Why is she so much better than me?!" You sobbed into your pillow case, and Jim couldn't understand how anyone could be better than you. His hand rubbed your back, gently as he tried to soothe your crying.
"She's not!" He assured, adding a small, "Trust me, no one is." That you didn't hear to the end of it. He wanted to kiss you, tell you the art he'd always seen before him, and how you always pulled the breath right from him. To retell the tale of you pulling at the strings to his heart, cracking when your hand slipped from chasing after another, and constantly tearing it from accidental jerks from your own sobbing, because that was even more painful than the previous. Show you all the wonderful things about you, and he'd never need a mirror to show it. No, because if you could see what he saw, you could be blind and know you were the most beautiful girl in the world. Without warning, you were hugging him, arms laced around his neck. He never minded holding you...
"Thanks, Jim. I swear, you're the best friend I could ever ask for!" That's when he felt the sticky liquid drop onto his neck. He recognized it right away. Tearing away from you, he grabbed your wrists, and his eyes caught with tears at the s/t being scattered solely with scarlet scars.
"New rule; Arm check every time I see you."