#jessme

[viciathief]

jessme date <3

[dykesforcyclops]

jessme + 41 (because the world is saved)

41. because the world is saved

the moment the gods disappear from the sky, esme is already moving.

stu nearly reacts quickly enough, reaches out, and esme feels her fingers brush her wrist, too slow to grasp. she climbs over rows of seats, shoves teammates and bystanders out of her way. the red malevolent light is consumed. the eerie blue glow is fast fading. by the time she reaches the barrier, the stadium is shrouded in unnatural darkness. she manages to grasp the railing, and vaults out of the stands, and falls to the field. she had banked on the muscle memory of the girl from moab, of teenage years spent largely in places she shouldn’t have been, hopping fences - instincts honed by decades of heists - she knows how to hit the ground right, how to swallow her momentum in a forward roll, but in the pitch black she cannot judge the distance to the ground. she impacts ungracefully, twists her ankle and topples sideways and slams into the grass.

she doesn’t slow down. in seconds she is on her feet, staggering forward in the dark. she is shouting three names.

there are stars in the sky again, and the shroud is lifting, and her eyes are adjusting to the dark. there are shapes on the field. there are not enough of them.

she is screaming raw from her lungs. the names rake up her throat. she is crying out for morrow, the paired half of her heart, dust in the garden so far from her hands. she is shouting for gloom, her brother in all that matters, struck dead by a murderess, turned to cinder as he ran for home. she is hollering for jess, jess, jess, cracking skin and white hot eyes, made puppet, made weapon, made vice-grasping hand of god -

morrow, she is screaming, god, morrow - and she feels strong hands on her shoulders, turning her around, strong arms in the dark pulling her in, looped around her, holding her to a chest heaving with hard breaths. her head falls against a familiar collar, and she knows the body against hers.

esme wraps her arms around jess’s waist with all the strength she has and gasps her name.

“right here,” jess murmurs. her voice is low and warm, her head dipped to press her cheek to esme’s temple, her breath stirring her hair. “i’m here. you’re okay. i thought -”

esme barely pulls away, only cranes her neck - misses the first kiss, and the second, pressed messily to her jawline before jessica gets the idea.

send me a ship and a number and i’ll write a short fic

[tchotchkeshelves]

hello im am humbly request number 6 with jessme my dearest perse-phone telephone for the writing prompts list

6) things you said under the stars and in the grass

“It’s just not the same without the moon,” Esme mutters, turning her head to where Jess lies. 

“You know, I was just about to say the same thing.” Jess pauses for a moment. “I’m not sure it’s worse though, just strange.”

Esme reaches out for her hand, absentmindedly brushing her thumb over her palm. “What hasn’t been these days?”

“You.” 

Esme squeezes her hand. “Fucking sap.”

Jess grins and squeezes back before returning her gaze to the sky. She was the one who suggested stargazing when Esme told her she would be in town. Stars never really were Esme’s thing, but Jess most certainly was, so she didn’t really mind at all. Besides, the greater Kansas City area is sorely lacking in Charlestons, Esme is just glad to hold her girlfriend’s hand.

“You were there when the moon went down, right?”

The memory of that game is nearly burned into Esme’s eyes. The sky opening in dark waves, the pull that left the entire team sore for days, the awful shrill sound... “Yeah, I was there.”

“What was it like?”

“Not very fun.”

Jess sees the look on her face and doesn’t ask anything further. She’s always been good about that. They’re both haunted in their own ways, sometimes it’s only polite to ignore the ghosts. 

“Any constellations?” Esme asks. Jess lights up as if the starlight reflecting off her dark eyes has just gotten brighter.

“Yeah! Wait, you might want to get closer so you can see what I’m pointing to.”

Esme smiles, inching closer until she’s right up against Jess’s side. “This close enough?”

“Hmm, maybe a bit closer.”

Esme lays her head on Jess’s shoulder. 

“That’s perfect,” she says, slipping one arm around Esme who immediately snuggles in. Jess scrunches her face in concentration, searching the sea of starlight with her eyes. 

Esme can’t help but stare. Jess is always beautiful, but there’s something about her lying there, so caught up in navigating the stars, that seems almost angelic. Nothing’s been easy, never is with blaseball, but maybe if she can just stay in this moment forever, everything will be okay.

“Esme?” Jess looks down at her with a small smile. “You’re gonna give me stage fright with that look.”

She grins. “You find any?”

“Yeah, here...” she points towards a couple of stars with her free hand. “That one’s Ursa Major.”

Esme laughs. “That’s supposed to be a bear?” 

“Yup, and if you look up a little bit, that’s Ursa Minor.”

“Bear and smaller bear?” Esme still can’t see any bears in the pinpricks of light, but she trusts Jess on that.

“The Romans definitely could've benefitted from some more creativity.”

“Seriously though, how do you remember all of them? There are so many stars.”

“I had a huge space phase when I was a teenager. Like I religiously watched Cosmos.” She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear before adding, “The 80s one of course.”

Esme lets out a dramatic huff. “I can’t believe my girlfriend is a nerd.”

“Hard to believe I wasn’t always a hot jock huh?” 

She laughs. “Impossible.”

“Well, there’s a lot more of them up there I could show you.” Jess raises an eyebrow. “Or is that too nerdy for you?”

“I would be honored, just as long as there aren’t any more bears.”

Jess leans down, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. “I love you so much Ezzy.”

Esme melts a little bit. “I love you too Jess. Now you better show me all the stars because I don’t plan on getting up.”

“I think that can be arranged.” Jess plays with a loose curl on her forehead. “We do have all night.”

[polkadotzavala]

Hello Lynno Lad may I request Jessme and 12

hello perce-fone telephone, thank you for indulging me and my need to talk about jessme

-- 12: things you said when you thought i was asleep --

It's hard for them to sleep anymore. Sure, Siesta was calm and heralded as a time to finally rest and relax, but, it'd hard for one's circadian rhythm to forget eleven sleepless years of endless games. This is exactly the reason why a staticky little tv sits atop the chest of drawers in the quaint Kansas farmhouse bedroom of Jessica Telphone and Esme Ramsey.

They leave it on HGTV when all of the channels have turned to reruns after 9pm. They've rarely ever paid any actual attention to houses get flipped, they don't need to, they have all the entertainment they need laying in each other's arms, telling little stories to each other. Esme is almost always the first to fall asleep, arm laid across Jess's waist, head laying on her shoulder. Today, though, it's Jess that falls asleep first.

She's always had a strong hug but when she's sleeping Jess tends to hold Esme just the smallest bit tighter. She knows they'll be here in the morning, whole and alive, but subconsciously she still worries she'll lose them. Held closely in her arms, Esme holds Jess's face in their right hand and pulls away a single strand of hair with the other.

"I know you've heard it before, but you are so important to me. After everything you're still kind and soft, you don't have to but you still are and that's one of my favorite things about you." Esme whispers, barely audible over the folks on the tv talking about house foundations.

"I love you now, and for the future until blaseball ends us both. I'm really glad we have this Siesta to just be. Even if it's not some grand thing and actually just us lying here watching the same 20 episodes of Hlouse Flippers, it's still nice to have." Esme's closed her eyes now and is resting her forehead on Jess's. As such she doesn't notice the small smirk flash across Jess's lips.

Jess reaches her right hand to gently cup Esme's cheek and whispers back, "I love you too." She laughs a little before asking "Kiss me?"

"Oh, of course, Jessie." They very gently close the gap between them and their beloved. It's slow and languid, an acknowledgment of the time they have now. The tv on the other end of the room talks about kitchen backsplash tile, but, they are none the wiser as they have each other to pay attention to. For now until the end.

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