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Anons; you should mess with my character. Yes, yes, you should.

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"Well, um..."

"Hi, guys. Long time no see."

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Jim chuckled and shook his head, leaning in a bit closer so she could hopefully hear him better, raising his voice. "I said it's nothing." He told her. "But... I'm Jim." He held out a hand to her.

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"So…"

"What’s a guy have to do to get a drink around here?"

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"S-sorry to be so straight-forward, it's just... new around here, you seem like a... friendly face," Jim stammered, looking away. "I... just, never mind." He chuckled breathlessly (mostly at himself).

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"So…"

"What’s a guy have to do to get a drink around here?"

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Jim glanced at the woman that was already seated in the seat next to him, noticing she was already looking at him, which made a small flush appear on his face. "I... Hi."

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"So…"

"What’s a guy have to do to get a drink around here?"

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Remember

After the fall, Jim suffers from brain damage. The personalities amid him conflict; and he finds himself burrowing into the character of Richard Brook. Sebastian Moran, loyal as ever, swears to continue to protect the man - but slowly starts to lose his patience when he realises his boss might have disappeared forever. It becomes evident, however, that this isn’t the case. ‘Jim’ is still there. And with him, his memories. 

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Jim felt a slight heat in his cheeks as John brushed his hand again, pressing his lips together to suppress another smirk. It... It wasn't on purpose, though. Of course it wasn't. There was absolutely no reason for it to be purposeful. That's all they were... A doctor and a patient. That was it. Nothing more. "Um, better," He nodded with a slight shrug. "People around the office have been trying to get me to eat while I'm there, which helps, I suppose." He had no idea what John was thinking of the entire situation, but, no matter how much more Jim thought it was from what it actually seemed like, he had to stop... getting his hopes up, or whatever he was doing. That was Jim, though -- always becoming much more attached than necessary or plausible. (Didn't everyone do that, though?) Jim looked over his menu, a small sight leaving his lips. "Probably... pasta, I guess?" He let out a small, uncertain laugh, looking back up at him over his menu for a split second. "What about you?"

John smiled as he accepted food, he was glad Jim was eating. "How has your appetite been?" He asked softly before Jim retreated his hand and passed over the menu causing john to have to hide a frown at the feeling of his empty hand. But he did brush fingers again when he took the menu sending a small smile over to him. He needed to stop this, it was a doctor checking up on his patient and making sure he was eating and functioning properly outside of the hospital...right? He shook it out of his head "what are you looking at getting?" He asked making conversations.

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"Good." Jim's eyebrow quirked slightly with the word being said, feeling a familiar sense of pride come over him. He'd never get tired of that -- the feeling he got when his new 'friends' finally realized what they had laced themselves into, the fact that there was now someone else to call all of their shots for them. It was rewarding, in a way. You could tell Jim knew how to do his job, how to manipulate.

Jim moved his face a bit closer to Sherlock's, his mouth lingering closer to his ear, chuckling quietly, his voice low and soft. "Honestly, we both know that I could have you right here, if I really wanted to," He murmured, "Unfortunately, though, I have enough class to realize that it wouldn't be the best chance, being upstairs at your family's party, and all. Call me old fashioned." He grinned, moving away from his ear. Jim took one of his hands and lightly trailed his fingers down Sherlock's jaw, over his lips, and down to his jaw once, looking over the other boy's face with the same amused look in his eyes. "You are a handsome one, though, I can certainly give you that..."

"Crystal." His chest heaved ever so lightly over the other's hand, the touch. He knew what he needed to do. Submit. Not a thing he was particularly used to but nonetheless.. he had to obey now. Like a knight to the king. Not to ask any questions. That was something that he'll get used to eventually. 

Sherlock watched the other's tongue flicker over his lips, he bit his own. His whole form nearly exposed, and in front of him. The thought of being told what to do was accelerating to him. 

He was no more than an object to James, he knew that as well, but if there ever a spark going through his mind.. if he needed more, the teen would be there to offer it to him.

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Sea Wall.

Beautifu..

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Jim smiled back at him, letting out a soft laugh at John's comment. He knew that there were certain boundaries that should stay uncrossed, especially in their situation. Honestly, it was risky even seeing John out of the office at this point. Just... there was something inside of him that simply couldn't help it. John was just... good to him. More than he deserved, honestly. It was all very lucky, he thought, getting referred to John and being able to spend all of this time with him. He'd never had a doctor like John before -- then again, he hadn't had anyone like John before. But he knew that if they let things get too... close, it could all end terribly and it would all be taken away before he even had the chance to blink. Now was not the time for worrying, though. "Food would be great, yeah." He nodded in agreement, softly retracting his hand so he could grab a menu from the back of the table, handing one over to John.

John took note of his hesitation and flinch so he softened his grip and thought about retreating his hand, but once Jim relaxed under the touch he kept it there. He gave him a warm smile, and nodded "Well I am glad you are glad" he said brightly. He really was glad, he was glad Jim was doing so much better, he even liked this Jim, maybe more then he should be. John though was good at keeping it professional and this was something he was proud about. He knew if anyone, anyone at all had even the smallest idea that John had anything other then Doctor/Patient feelings they would pull him so far away from this case and he could not let that happen, he wanted to see Jim get better, he wanted to help Jim all the way through. He smiled at him "How about we order something to eat?" He offered friendly.  

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Send me a '★' and I will tell you how my character feels about yours (openly and secretly) with a gif

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+ sadistsherlock

Jim had heard a lot about the mystery man, Sherlock Holmes. Mostly from those around the office and overheard conversations. After Jim's accident, he had asked around about him, and most froze up and didn't know what to say about the situation, or some would even attempt to muster up some poorly-thought-out lie. Molly was the only person that had to courage to explain to Jim what had really happened. Not necessarily all of the specifics, but definitely enough to make Jim realize that himself and the detective certainly did not get along, and would not get along. He believed her.

It was mid-day, right after lunch time, and Molly had casually mentioned that Sherlock was coming by the hospital for who-knew-what, which, honestly, made Jim a tad bit... apprehensive. He bid adieu to Molly and planned to just go and hide up in the I.T. offices (as always), attempting to avoid Sherlock at all costs. Better safe than sorry, right? Jim stepped out of the elevator, his eyes glued down to the screen of his cell phone, his attention to surroundings obviously lacking, when he felt himself bump into a tall being striding down the hallway in the opposite direction. His eyes shot up and he immediately felt the color drain from his face. "O-oh! Sorry, m-mate, I wasn't... I didn't... My mistake."

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+ innocentlittleprincessx

Jim stared at the two in front of him, wide-eyed, mouth agape. There was a young girl, probably around eight or nine years old, accompanied by some sort of social-worker-man-in-a-tie-that-Jim-really-didn't-care-about. His mind was focused on one thing, and that was the news that the social-worker-man-in-a-tie had just given him, causing him to shake his head in disbelief. 

"Daughter?"

"No, oh my god, no, there is no way I-I-I could even... You--... I'm sorry, this is a horrible mistake, really, and... you, just... I can't help you." He stammered out quickly.

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"O-oh," Jim nodded slightly in acknowledgement, diverting his eyes away from Sebastian to his coffee cup, searching for a way to change the subject. He honestly felt bad for him, in a way. You could tell that the poor man had dealt with... a lot, to say the absolute least. He all-together extremely alone, and even though they hadn't known each other for that long (well, to an extent that Jim could remember), Jim could sympathize with him. The poor guy hardly gave himself enough credit, he thought. Jim was silent for a few moments before he felt a question strike him, no matter how heinous it actually felt. "Sebastian," He began, forcing his eyes back up to the man across the table, "Did we ever--... w-were we ever, like, t-t-together, or anything, or... I-I don't know." He looked back down again, shaking his head slightly. "I don't know." He repeated quietly.

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Jim smiled up at him as he sat down, looking down at his cup as it was set in front of him. He took a small sip, feeling relief from the warm liquid at his lips, his eyes flickering from the window and back down to his cup as he set it back down. Part of him wanted to feel comfortable around Sebastian, but the other parts just felt like something was… off. Missing. Jim’s eyes focused back on as he began to speak again, a small chuckle leaving his lips at the mention of Molly Hooper. “Er… not really, actually,” Jim explained, shaking his head slightly, chuckling again. “It’s… a long story.” He rolled his eyes, taking another sip of his coffee. There was a silence between them for a few moments before he cleared his throat. “What about you?” He asked Sebastian quietly. “You must have… someone.”

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Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number

1: Hot, Steamy kiss

2: Cheek Kiss

3: Nose Kiss

4: Forehead Kiss

5: Firm Kiss

6: Gentle Peck

7: Romantic Kiss

8: Eyelid Kiss

9: Jawline Kiss

10: Neck Kiss

11: Collarbone Kiss

12: Chest Kiss

13: Stomach Kiss

14: Kiss Along the Hips

15: Kiss in the Rain

16: Upside-Down Kiss

17: Goofy Kiss

18: Underwater Kiss

19: Forceful Kiss

20: Any of the Above

21:Then there’s tongue

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In honor of Munday, the Muse will now tell everyone the answers to any questions they feel like asking about the Mun. In their own words. Whether the Mun likes it or not.

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Solace | molly-does-count (drabble)

// From the prompt thingy you sent me last night. This somehow turned into a bit of a ficlet, oops? I guess it'll... suffice. .-. 

It had been a... long night, to say the least, for Jim. Nightmares and headaches and a lot of ohmygodican'tdothisimdonewhoamii'msoscaredhelphelphelpineedhelp. He had given up on trying to sleep it over (that hardly ever worked, regardless of what anyone told him). The pills that Dr. Watson had prescribed to him were hardly doing their job and all Jim could think about was just how much he wanted it all to stop. 

He was sat on the edge of his bed, his head in his hands as he tried to steady his breathing and his shaking limbs, the room around him feeling cold (despite the sweat) and dark. Jim had never been afraid of the dark (it was hard to be afraid of something that was the most constant aspect in one's life), so God knew why tonight was any different. Who fucking knew anymore, honestly. He sure as hell didn't. What he did know was that he needed someone -- anyone. At all. Considering the time of night, everyone was most likely asleep. Dr. Watson probably wouldn't be too thrilled, Sebastian probably had a long enough night. There was Molly, but, Molly probably had the babies asleep and was asleep herself and...

Then again, though, if anyone would listen to him, if anyone would help, it'd be Molly.

Shaky fingers moved to the bedside table to grab his phone, trembling over the buttons to dial Molly (speed dial number 3). The rings continued for what seemed like a lifetime, Jim holding the phone tightly against his ear, his free hand holding his head. A quiet, whispering (familiar) voice picked up on the other line after a few moments.

"Jim?"

"M-M-Molly?"

There was a sound of what sounded like rustling bed sheets and whispering coming from the other line -- something that sounded like 'No, I'm fine, go back to sleep.' Greg. When she spoke again, her voice was just loud enough to hear. "Everything alright? You sound like you've had a fright, Jim."

"M-Molly-I-don't-know-what's-wrong-and-it's-dark-and-my-head-hurts-and-they-won't-stop-Molly-why-won't-they-stop-I-just-want-it-to-stop-I-need-to-talk-to-someone-I'm-so-sorry-I-want-it-to-stop-how-do-I-make-it-stop?" The words came out of his mouth in rapid fire, breathless. His hand grabbed into his hair, swallowing a thick knot in the back of his throat. 

"Oh my god, Jim, I'm so sorry...You, you just need to calm down, okay, dear? Just.. breathe." Jim tried to do as she said, forcing out short, but solid, breaths. "Good. Now, what about the medication your doctor gave you?"

"It's-it's-it's-not-working." He took a few more breaths, feeling as the sharp pains in his head were steadying themselves to that of a dull, continuous pattern, slightly better. He just needed... someone to talk to. Will his mind away from the monsters. "I-j-j-just-I-don't-know-what-to-do-and-I'm-sorry-I-called-b-b-but-I-didn't-know-who-else-to-call-and-I-thought-you-would-help-and-and-and-..."

"Shhh, Jim, you're fine, you're going to be just fine. Y-you're right, too -- I'll stay here and talk as long as you need me and we'll... I'll try and help, and we'll get you better together, okay?"

"O-O-Okay."