#alliefm

PARIS: they ignore me every time i ask 😞

jack: his name is masky mcfly

bee! we’ve been in three ( 3 ) different rps together and i can honestly say that i have enjoyed every single moment of plotting and writing with you. talking to you has become such a regular part of my daily routine that i would be at a loss if we went even one ( 1 ) day without talking. i think we’ve created such an adorable ship and a beautiful little family that we’ll hopefully be writing about for a very long time. i feel like we just click as ship partners and i’ve always believed that’s a very special thing that doesn’t come along every day. i feel like i could go on and on about you ALL DAY LONG honestly because you’re truly everything that someone could ever ask for in an rp partner and there’s SO MUCH about you that’s absolutely wonderful and worth mentioning but that’d be a loooong essay so i’m just gonna say that on top of everything else you’re also a super talented writer and leave it at that!

          when he arrived back in los angeles, the first thing that elvie wanted to do was see her. instead he dropped his luggage off at his apartment and paced around for a while. he found himself reaching for his throat and brushing his fingers over the marks she left on him whenever he thought of her. the hickeys had become a yellow - brown color that was fading fast. he missed her. elvie was rocking back on forth on his heels as he knocked on her front door, hands stuffed into the front pockets of his familiar threadbare jeans. “hallieween ! ” he brightened the moment he saw her, his fingers itching to glide along her cheek or reach for her hand. his hands remained at his sides. “i’m back. wanna get dinner ? i’m as hungry as hannibal lecter.” after all, he had no food in his fridge. / @alliefm​

𝔯𝔥𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔟 : i got home from my run and there was a dog ?? at my doorstep ?? 𝔯𝔥𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔟 : i opened the door and he just ran inside and now he’s just following me everywhere? 𝔯𝔥𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔟 : what ... am i supposed to do with this ?  @alliefm​

        jack figured that he had enough knowledge of furniture construction to put together two basic cribs, but as he sat on the floor in the room that would be his children’s nursery surrounded by wooden pieces that all looked the same to him, he was completely stumped. he pored over the instructions with a small frown of concentration. there was an open toolbox beside him, but he still tucked a screwdriver behind his ear as he turned to allie. “instead of building cribs for them, i think we should just move to san francisco and live in an obscure little antique shop because that’s where they would likely feel most at home,” he informed her as though she needed a reminder that he’s seen gremlins fourteen times. / @alliefm​​

          the drive from los angeles to estes park, colorado is just over sixteen and a half hours. fifteen hours in, he had one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on his center console. jack left it free for allie to hold, but as far as he can tell she hasn’t noticed. every time he’s looked over at her, she seemed to be frowning at her phone and grumbling about having no cell service, or glancing anxiously out the window. he set up this impromptu trip into the mountains because he's worried about her and her stress levels, but she only seemed to grow more and more agitated as he drove further from the city. further from damian. all of the effort he had put into ensuring that the next few days would be nothing but fun and relaxing for her, and all his fiancee could seem to think about was her phone. and her ex. “try opening the window and sticking your arm out.” he was staring straight out of the windshield. “that should get all of your updates on what damian is doing to finally load.” / @alliefm​

elvie: how's the superbowl thing? did anyone score a home run yet?