#ftjesse

[doveshiim]

SMS ----- Jesse (not the j)

DOVE: Jsyk you made the mistake of leaving your jacket here.

DOVE: the cats have made it their own

DOVE: you're never getting it back :)

[doveshiim]

so when's the wedding for you and jesse?

   “I’m thinking a Winter wedding, with lots of snow and lots of ice sculptures. Christmas tunes in the background, and Jesse has no say over this because he decided to go on a lil tour for the next few weeks.”

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[doveshiim]

closed starter // @ftjesse​

   each message she typed out was deleted. every call ended before it could connect. yet, the yearning to see him grew bigger. her world feeling like it was crashing around her, and it seemed like only jesse could pick up the pieces. but it wasn’t his job. he wasn’t hers to keep. and she wasn’t his to protect. however, her impulses didn’t get the memo. and her feet had carried her to his door without hesitation. her eyes were wide, blood shot for every tear she had shed. guilt was eating her alive as she thought of the one lying in the hospital bed, the words he had shared with her days before; and yet at another’s door is where she stood. but she needed to see him. and she was knocking on the door continuously to drown out the sound of his pleading until jesse was in front of her once again. within seconds, her arms were wrapped around his waist; head pressed tightly against his chest as she shut her eyes, and the world along with them. “i know, i know... but please just -- hold me.” her voice was soft, nearing embarrassment and she sunk into him further. “just for a little while, and i’ll leave you alone.”

[doveshiim]

closed starter // @ftjesse​

   it wasn’t her first run in with trouble whenever she was with jesse, but it was the first time he seemed to be upset with her for getting hurt. running away from distant sounding sirens seemed to be a complimentary treat whenever she’d spend time with him. only this time, she’d make the mistake of not wearing comfortable running shoes so her fall was practically inevitable. it was only a scrape she’d received, but it did sting, and the blood that dripped down her knee did bring a pout to rest on her face. “why are you getting so yelly? we need to get me to a band-aid. how was i suppose to know we’d be on the run tonight..”