Dear Jim.

At Jim’s last message, Bastian only rolled his eyes. Of course that’s what Jim wanted. He sent one last message as he pulled up in front of the flat. [sms: 🍓 Jim Jam 🍓 ] Here.

Jim ignored the text, knowing what it said already. He bounded down the stairs and pushed open the door. Jim pulled his sunglasses from the top of his head and settled them on his nose and grabbed the extra helmet as he passed. Sebastian was waiting outside on his bike as promised. Jim slipped the helmet over his head and swung his leg over the back of the bike and wrapping his arms around Sebastian’s waist. He knew that if he took the time to ignore that he hated the bike right now, it would get to Sebastian in the best way. “The Swanson hit,” he shouted over the noise of the bike. “You know where to go.”

#jim likes #person of interest;;

@grimpancakes

Random Edit- 1297-1298/-?

[sms: 🍓 Jim Jam 🍓 ] Out front? What are you planning?

[sms] Just another hit. One I’ve been putting off. It’d be good for this.

[sms: 🍓 Jim Jam 🍓 ] You’re the one who wants a show. [sms: 🍓 Jim Jam 🍓 ] I’m feeling generous. [sms: 🍓 Jim Jam 🍓 ] Anything you want. Anything at all.

[sms] Meet me out front if you're on your way. I have an idea.

[sms: 🍓 Jim Jam 🍓 ] Of course, I wouldn’t be coming home if I hadn’t. SM [sms: 🍓 Jim Jam 🍓 ] Why are you asking about that now? SM [sms: 🍓 Jim Jam 🍓 ] Oh, you wanted to watch, didn’t you? Kinky little bastard. SM [sms: 🍓 Jim Jam 🍓 ] Guess we’ll just have to figure something else out. SM

[sms]: Damn. [sms]: Did you have somthing in mind?

[sms: 🍓 Jim Jam 🍓 ] Hell yes. SM [sms: 🍓 Jim Jam 🍓 ] I’ll be home in 5 minutes. SM [sms: 🍓 Jim Jam 🍓 ] Unless you have somewhere more interesting in mind. SM

#bc violence turns him on duh #namely: sebastian being violent #whiskeyriflesanddogtags

[sms]: Have you done the Cooper hit, yet?

fratelemortii

Dad: Do you regret having children?

“James was fine. The other two.. Something wen’ wrong with them. Dunno wha’ Elsa was thinking, tha’ woman. Like more mouths t’feed, more nonsense running ‘round, wrecking the place. James listened. He obeyed. Should’ve stopped a’ him, bu’ Elsa always hadda try for more. More o’ this, more o’ tha’. Perfection can’ be replicated, I say. James was the son. The others… mistakes, is wha’ they were.”

#OUCH #father;;#aly's headcanons;;

@whiskeyriflesanddogtags

[sms: 🍓 Jim Jam 🍓 ] Wouldn’t have complained. Definitely wouldn’t have been so bored. [sms: 🍓 Jim Jam 🍓 ] Next time, do it.

[sms] Where are you? We can remedy this. JM

Jim & Bastian;; Walk Softly, Carry A Big Gun

#walk softly;;#whiskeyriflesanddogtags

“You always say that, but for some odd reason, I never believe you.” For a few short seconds, as he held the other tight, things felt right again. Jim was here and everything would be okay. Sebastian knew that wasn’t true, but it was a comforting feeling while it lasted. As it faded, he pulled away, letting his arms fall to his sides. “Well, to be honest, you're the one that found me. Isn’t that how it always goes?"

"So, what have you been doing? Have you been on your own, or did you stick with a group?” Sebastian had spent many long nights worrying about Jim on his own, what he would do if his mental state took a turn for the worst. Or what would happen if that happened while he was with other people. In the old world, people hadn’t been very receptive to that sort of thing, and he can’t imagine that would be any better now.

“I tried the group thing for a while. Thought it’d be safer and all. People didn’t really like having me around, though.” The last group he was with had asked him to leave because he wasn’t willing to risk his life for the others. Why should he? He had no emotional attachment to them. But they didn’t like that. He’d been on his own ever since. “I’ve been okay on my own though. I spend a lot of time in the trees It’s easier to see them coming from up high.” Truthfully, however he was running out of food and had been very apprehensive about going out to find more. The last time he had ventured out into the city, he almost didn’t make it out. “I’m glad you happened by though.”

Please Remember Me; Jim & Bastian

This was Jim before he knew him. This was Jim when no one had special rules. This Jim wouldn’t hesitate to slit his throat here and now, and he wouldn’t regret it, either. Keeping his eyes on the knife, Bastian took another step back, and his back hit the wall. If Jim attacked him, he’d have to hope his size and strength would outmatch Jim’s speed. It was a long shot - Jim always bested him when they fought. ”You didn’t hit it hard, it can’t be permanent.” Oh, he really hoped it wasn’t. If it was, this would definitely be restarting on rocky footing, and he couldn’t afford that.

Jim studied the man carefully, trying to find any trace of dishonesty in his face. This man who called himself Jim’s right hand man gave Jim no reason to distrust him but Jim knew better. Any time he had ever just blindly trusted someone, he ended up hurt. He turned the handle of the knife in his hand, making sure the man knew he had it and would use it. He breathed a small laugh out his nose when Moran hit the wall -- Jim knew that the man was feeling some amount of fear and it was satisfying. “If you supposedly know me so well, tell me something. Something only someone who knows me well would know.”