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@jesse-the-boy-nextdoor
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Please note that everything on this blog is subject to change and be added onto.
Jesse is an airheaded college student in his early 20s. He’s just moved into the neighborhood and is so excited to meet everyone!
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I think Johnny could use the hunk next door doing some pampering for him.
Send in a 📏 to comb my muse's hair.
Johnny couldn't help but shift restlessly as he felt the comb through his hair, arms rested against the other man's legs as he sat below him. He didn't typically let other people touch his hair too often—why he even agreed to let Jesse do this, he hadn't a clue. Maybe he was sick or something... That would explain why his tummy was feeling so weird.
"Hey, y– you better know what you're doin', ya hear? I got a style to maintain here, y' know..."
He felt a shiver go down his spine when he felt the comb brush through his locks once more. It felt oddly... soothing, for some reason. He could almost fall asleep here, if he wasn't so on edge.
His movements were gentle, and while they weren’t those of a trained stylist they were confident.
“Just relax Johnny. I used to do my little sister’s hair all the time. You’re in good hands.”
He seemed so sure of himself. But inside Jesse was definitely anxious. He wanted to do a good job for Johnny. He was so certain his friends had been stressed as of late.
Snooore...
“Johnny, the movie’s over. We gotta go.”
He gently shook the blonde.
"...I thought my beard was righteous..."
“Don’t listen to them Johnny, your beard looks lovely.”
Truth be told, Jesse didn’t know Johnny had any facial hair until now. But he wasn’t going to let his friend get down in the dumps!
"Goodness me! You certainly have a lot of artwork of this man, don't you?" The Fairy Godmother remarked, gesturing to all the drawings he had of Johnny. "Your dedication is admirable, dear, but I believe you're not living in the real world. Here, allow me to help you, for your hard-earned efforts!"
With that, she flicked her wand—and, suddenly, all of those Johnny drawings came to life, until Jesse's home was packed with an indescribable amount of Johnny Bravos surrounding him.
Jesse looked up from the desk in his drawing studio, confused at how someone had come into his home. Had he left the door unlocked again?
But that confusion was quickly replaced by flustered chaos as his many paintings of his muse had come to life, the blondes surrounding him.
"W-wowza so many Johnnies? How am I going to feed them all?"
"Hey, Jacob, guess who brought some smoothi—"
"...Huh."
Maybe he should have bought more smoothies.
“J-Johnny!?”
Jesse looked up over the sea of blondes to witness one more walking in. His head was spinning.
“W-which one’s the real one?”
"Goodness me! You certainly have a lot of artwork of this man, don't you?" The Fairy Godmother remarked, gesturing to all the drawings he had of Johnny. "Your dedication is admirable, dear, but I believe you're not living in the real world. Here, allow me to help you, for your hard-earned efforts!"
With that, she flicked her wand—and, suddenly, all of those Johnny drawings came to life, until Jesse's home was packed with an indescribable amount of Johnny Bravos surrounding him.
Jesse looked up from the desk in his drawing studio, confused at how someone had come into his home. Had he left the door unlocked again?
But that confusion was quickly replaced by flustered chaos as his many paintings of his muse had come to life, the blondes surrounding him.
"W-wowza so many Johnnies? How am I going to feed them all?"
johnnys big naturals
"That's right, pal—and don't you forget 'em!"
"So... are we doin' this brunch thing, or no? I want a brisket."
“Hmm? Oh yeah. Let me put this down.”
Jesse set his pencil down, stretching in his chair. Truthfully he’d gotten so absorbed in his work that he forgot he promised to take Johnny out today.
“So,” he wrapped his arm around his friend’s shoulder, “where to?”
WHAT SOFT ROMANCE CLICHÉ ARE YOU?
Love at First Sight.
Let's be real. Only children believe in "love at first sight." But you're a hopeless romantic, probably sitting around in coffee shops waiting to meet 'the one.' And there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. Infatuation at first sight is more accurate. You are the moment when two people lock eyes, and the whole world stills. Nothing is there but you and them. And there is suddenly a strong sense of longing. You love love, don't deny it. Flowers, chocolates, the whole nine yards. Because of this, you are loved by many. Hopefully you know it too: you are loved.
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Johnny.
Jesse?
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"Man, what I wouldn't give to be wrapped up in those burly arms o' his..."
"Wait, I– I didn't say that out loud, did I?"
“Aww Johnny, all ya had to do was ask! Come here.”
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remembered Jesse mentioning working out to offset all the sweets he eats and that made me think of this tiktok
Yeah that’s him
The big buff blond man was just standing around, waiting for any beautiful woman to pass by. Each time one did, he'd not-so-subtly strike a new pose, flexing his muscles—hoping that at least one of them would eventually take notice of him.
All his flexing and posing caught someone’s attention, but not the person he wanted.
“Wow Johnny! You’re looking more toned than usual. Have you been working out more?”
Coming up from behind was his next door neighbor, Jesse Roberson. A tall muscular man who was a bit in the clouds. He was currently working to be a cartoonist, and he’d most certainly been a thorn in Johnny’s side since he moved in.
this looks cursed
"Pshhh. Men can't be pretty! Unless that man is me—'cause I'm the prettiest man on the block, baby. None o' the others can possibly live up to this standard, y' know? So that's why it's impossible for 'em. Sorry 'bout that, fellas."
"Pshhh. Men can't be pretty! Unless that man is me—'cause I'm the prettiest man on the block, baby. None o' the others can possibly live up to this standard, y' know? So that's why it's impossible for 'em. Sorry 'bout that, fellas."
The window next door was open, not just the curtains but the glass itself. And what a wonderful sight it was.
“Oh, heya Johnny. Didn’t see ya there.”
DnD character Jesse
Here’s a bit of a look at a more detailed Jesse
BEGIN: sender and receiver are on their first date together
It had been a while since Jesse had moved into town, months or even years in fact. Much had been learned over the course of that time, such as his dream to be a cartoonist or the fact he had a huge sweet tooth!
The blonde and the noir had grown closer together as what started as almost a rivalry grew into a beautiful bond from long talks over that white picket fence.
All this led to now, in Pop’s Moon Palace where the two shared a booth and were chatting over some milkshakes.
Now then, it’s important to know that Jesse here, the boy nextdoor, had a bit more than friendship on his mind when it came to Johnny. He thought the blonde, though pigheaded at times, was a caring and loyal friend. They shared similar interests, able to talk about fashion and fitness for hours. Johnny would even pose for him when Jesse needed something to draw!
So this was a date. The blonde didn’t need to know. It could be Jesse’s little secret.
“Say Johnny, I don’t think I ever asked you this, but how do you get your hair to stand up so tall? It’s quite impressive.”
Johnny, meanwhile, hadn't really thought much of it when his neighbor had invited him out for milkshakes at the diner. He came here all the time, after all, usually with Carl or by himself, or anyone else who was able to tolerate his presence for more than ten minutes—though he couldn't help but notice the way Pops was eyeing them from the counter on the other side of the diner, as if dying to know what the two of them were up to. That part was certainly a little odd, but the old man had always been rather nosey when it came to Johnny's goings-on, so maybe that was just Pops being classic Pops.
He looked back over to Jesse as he heard him speak up, and ran a hand through his hair when his glorious 'do was brought up. "Oh, this ol' thing? Heh... Well, y' know, a man's gotta have some secrets, Jace! Wouldn't want any chumps copyin' my style, ya dig? Buuut... if ya really wanna know..."
Johnny glanced around, ensuring that no one would be able to overhear their conversation. Then, he gestured for Jesse to lean in closer over the table, and proceeded to whisper something into his ear—something about having plenty of natural mojo, Mr. Kevin's Triple Strength Hair Cement, and a special shampoo and conditioner that his mama uses.
Jesse listened, absolutely enraptured by the explanation. He had leaned over to hear better, nodding with a slightly open mouth in awe.
He spoke once they restated in their seats.
“Wow! Sounds like a lot of work. Definitely a work of art. Well with the know how I can definitely draw you more accurately.”
Jesse seemed to be in a good mood, sipping his strawberry milkshake. The pink liquid went up through the straw and into his mouth, his Adam’s apple bobbing with each swallow.
