jesse,

an 18 year old junior in college studying bio chem and bio enginering. he's a bisexual nonbinary boy and uses they/he

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rileyxwright:

Riley lifted an eyebrow as she listened to Jess. Suddenly interested in this guy he was talking about. “Uh-uh you aren’t getting out of talking about this guy. Give me details on what happened.” She sat up keeping her eyes on him. “Didn’t work out as in you two didn’t get anywhere?” She asked, knowing very well what being invited to someone’s place meant. “Come on, give me something. I’m a girl I like to gossip!” She exclaimed looking up at him with a pout. “If you tell me I’ll give you a kiss.” She offered playfully. 

Jesse rolls his eyes, playfully at his friend’s relentlessness. There really wasn’t much to talk about, in terms of this boy. But he bites, anyway. “I mean, we slept together,” He begins, pausing mid sentence once again to take a hit. He was too sober for this. “and I made breakfast in the morning. It was cute. But it’s not gonna work out. Don’t think he’s really the relationship type.” He adds, softly sighing at the end of his sentence. “And I don’t need that kiss, you’re a lesbian and I’m not attracted to you.” He laughs a lot heartier, this time. “But seriously, how’s the rest of your life going? Besides staring at pretty girl and not actually asking for her number?”

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fcknsacha:

“Sacha,” he said, turning in his chair slightly to shake his hand. Looking at him more clearly now, Sacha realized the guy was hot and immediately turned on his charm. “Chemistry is a great subject if you’re interested in medicine, as well. Much of my school work lately has focused on it regarding treatments and things like this.” He smirked a little, shrugging.

There is a stark difference between Sacha’s tone before observing Jesse’s appearance and after, which boosts the younger man’s confidence significantly. It isn’t every day that an attractive stranger with an accent thinks your cute, Jesse figures he should take advantage of this situation. He takes the seat next to Sacha, indicating that he was ready for a longer conversation. “Less medicine and more… Advancement.” He begins, alluding to his specific studies.  “But I don’t want to bore you.” He quickly adds. Despite the over-all excitement of the particular topic he’s interested in, hyper evolution, it’s an extremely painstaking and slow process that yields little to know exciting results. He runs a hand, nervously through his hair, the eyes of the other man increasing his anxiety significantly. He’s only good at being confident when no one’s really looking. “Back to you, though. Is that a French accent I hear?”

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ryanrly:

“It’s not obvious?” Ryan asked, raising their brows in surprise. “England. Specifically a bit north, but we all sound the same to Americans, don’t we?” They smiled and took another sip of their coffee, nearly gagging, but not wanting to waste the money they’d spent on it. “What’s Seattle like?”

“Of course.” Jesse comments, gesturing vaguely towards the other. He takes a sip of his own drink—Hot chocolate with a shot of nutmeg and no whipped cream—as Ryan continues about the specifics of his origin. Jesse listens intently and sarcastically nods on response to his stab at Americans. Then he takes to responding to Ryan’s question. “Uh, wet.” He begins, with a soft laugh. “Accepting. Lots of white people. Quiet, most of the time.” He elaborates, not really sure where to go from there. “I like it better here, though. I get to get away from my family.” 

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rileyxwright:

“Damn.” Riley exclaimed, glancing over at her friend. She watched him quietly, her mind was fuzzy. Normally she’d be having a panic attack if she were in a state like this. Her anxiety meds didn’t mix well with alcohol. Though she felt fine even calm at the moment. “I haven’t slept with anyone in awhile. Though there is this girl I’ve seen around. She’s beautiful, like I can’t stop admiring her. I don’t even know her name.” She replied, a small smile on her face. “What about you? Gotten any cuties yet” She asked, giving him a small wink.

Jesse twists his mouth into some sort of contemplative frown, recalling any of the current love interests he was talking to at the moment. “I met this guy at Flynn’s,” he begins, referencing the only bar he frequents. “I spent the night at his house but it didn’t really work out.” He ends. Sleeping around wasn’t something that Jesse often does. It’s not because of a lack of interest, more of a lack of time, money, energy and people who find him attractive. He considers mentioning the girl who gave him her number at the bus stop but decides against it, since they haven’t even hung out yet. Jesse doesn’t tell people about crushes, only about people he’s actually gone on takes with. He pauses for a moment before taking another hit. “Anyway, school? Work?”

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mylopls:

Mylo noticed the smile appear upon the strangers lips; Something about seeing a smile just made him feel all warm inside. Quickly he diverted his gaze onto his phone screen to check the time. It seemed like time was just getting slower and slower the more he anticipated for his stop to come. It seemed like he couldn’t take his eyes off the lad in front of him, especially once he started make his way over to him. ❝ Hey, ❞ He paused, shifting his weight just a bit. ❝ Jesse — It’s nice to ‘meet’ you, I’m Mylo. ❞ The brunette slid his phone back into his bag so he wouldn’t be too distracted from their conversation.

This no longer a stranger’s name bounces around Jesse’s mind as his photographic brain makes the connection between this man’s face and his name. He feels responsible to start an interesting conversation, but all that comes to mind is classic starters. It’s not as bad as ‘Some weather we’ve been having, huh?’ but it’s certainly not interesting. “So where are you from, Mylo?”

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ryanrly:

“Fucking hell, sorry,” Ryan mumbled, frustrated with themself. “I’ve got epilepsy, and a form of seizures I get makes it look like I’m being weird and staring.” They chewed their lip. “What… what were we talking about, again?”

“I don’t mind.” Jesse smiles, once provided with an explanation. To be honest, he would’ve minded without the explanation. Once brought back to topic, he wracks his brain for what, exactly, they were taking about. “Uh, hipsters, I think?” He replies, adding a chuckle. “But let’s not, because who cares? Where are you from?”

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rileyxwright:

Riley couldn’t help but chuckle at his neck beard comment. “It’s okay, I’ll let you have that. No judgement this time because you saved me.” She giggled looking up at the blurry ceiling. “I feel like everything is numb. This is kinda awesome” She mentioned in between laughs. “Is this real life?” She joked, giggling once more. “Go right ahead, I’m gonna stay right here. Since I don’t think I can move without somehow falling off the bed.”

“Real as it gets, unfortunately.” Jesse replies with a half-hearted laugh. He presses the home button on his phone, the screen glaring a bright “2:32am” at him. Not later than he’s usually up. He finishes prepping and loading the bong before taking several hits from the detachable bowl. His nerves seem to instantly sooth. “So while you’re here,” He pauses to take another hit. “let’s catch up. Any new ladies in your life?” 

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mylopls:

It wasn’t like Mylo to ride the bus, but this was the only way he could get home since his car got towed not too long ago. His fingers dug through his bag, grasping onto his phone just so he could pass the time on here. A soft sigh escaped his lips, allowing his eyes to scan around him. His gaze landing upon the lad right in front of him, feeling a faint smile tug at the corners of his lips. 

Jesse returns the stranger’s smile, flipping the page in his book. He’d forgotten his headphones that morning, so he was without them on the bus ride home. As introverted as he was, he found himself craving conversation to drown out the indistinct voices of the others on the public transport. So he stands from his seat and switches to the one next to bright looking boy who’d been exchanging looks with him. “Hi.” He begins with a frank expression. “I’m Jesse.”

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rileyxwright:

The entire way to Jesse’s place she didn’t let go of his hand. She was shaking a bit but wasn’t going to admit it. She did indeed feel safe around him. Riley didn’t even notice how short the ride was. It was all a blur and she just wanted to lay down. Once in his place she fell onto the bed. A sense of safety made her feel better. “Much better.” She nodded, a small smile appeared on her face. “You are my night in shining armor.”

“Any time, m’lady.” Jesse replies, then immediately cringes. “Sorry, that sounded like something a neck beard would say.” He sighs. He sheds the blazer-sweatshirt combination he was formerly wearing and throws it across the  lounge chair next to his bed. Jesse’s apartment is that of a typical college student. It consists of two rooms: a main room and a bathroom. The main room contains his bed, a large and comfortable leather recliner, a small table complete with three mismatched chairs and a kitchen with a fridge, oven and several cupboards. Simple, but affordable. “I’m gonna smoke a bowl.” Jesse announces, opening the side table next to his bed. He takes out the small, green and blue bong inside and begins prepping the smoke session he intends to have as his friend drunkenly lays on his bed.

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“Hey. You’re probably asleep right now. I’m sorry for calling so late I just...” Jesse swallows the lump forming in his throat. He didn’t know who else to call. “I need to talk to someone. Whatever. Call me back.”

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ryanrly:

“Is it? I figured it was such a long time ago that that wasn’t exactly what happened.” Ryan stared directly at Jesse for a few seconds (as far as they knew), but it could have been minutes. “Mm, what?” They asked as they came to, rubbing their eyes. “How long was I staring?”

Jesse visibly blushes when he notices Ryan’s gaze lingering thoughtfully on him for a noticeable amount of time. And then Ryan seems to notice. “Long enough.” Jesse chuckles, allowing himself to smile. 

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rileyxwright:

Riley couldn’t even stand without falling over. She hadn’t even drank all that much. She kept pushing the guy she’d just punched away. He was persistent  and yelling insults at her. She had never been so happy to see Jesse in her life. Wrapping her arms around him, as he picked her up. She nuzzled her head into his chest, wanting the world to stop spinning. “I think I was drugged.” She answered quietly. This had happened before when she was younger. She was lucky a friend was here to save her like that time. “Thank you for coming.” She whispered as she held back tears. She tried her best to act like she was fine

“Ah, Jesus, Riles.” Jesse breathes, latching his arms around his friend. He wants her to feel as safe around him as he feels around her, weather or not he was coming to her rescue wasn’t even a question. The cab arrives quickly and Jesse helps her inside. The ride back to his place is extremely short, but he’d rather cough up the fifteen bucks than attempt to guide her intoxicated form to his apartment. Once exited the vehicle, he helps her up to his apartment and watches as she flops down on his bed. “Better?” He inquires.

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Jesse’d noticed the rather attractive person sitting in the seat across from him the moment he got on the bus, but he’d only recently felt their stare holding to his face in the recent moments. He looks up from his book, Damned by Chuck Palahniuk, and his eyes indicate a soft smile at the stranger. 

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ryanrly:

“Understandable. I hate anything that isn’t they/them. I had one person ask me why I didn’t use xe pronouns and I was just like, ‘do I look like a fucking robot mate?’ I’m a judgmental twat, though, so maybe it’s just me.” Ryan smiled and sipped their coffee, sighing heavily. “Why is Starbucks such shit?”

Jesse nods in respect at the comment Ryan makes on alternative pronouns. Then he quickly turns to the question the other posed, knowing exactly how to answer. “Because it’s the result of a Seattleite hipster who was trying to be different.” He smiles, adding a scoff to the end. “I’d know, I’m a Seattleite hipster.”  

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@rileyxwright

Bursting through the door of an obnoxious frat party, Jesse’s eyes flit around the crowd of pastel board shorts and unbuttoned button-ups, searching for his best friend. It’s not hard to find her, as she’d just finished punching one of the guys at the party squarely in his jaw. He laughs, breathlessly. “Riles!” He shouts,  pushing past the sea of bodies and scooping the smaller figure up. She was a bit too intoxicated to walk. Once outside, Jesse dials a cab. After it’s ordered, he turns his attention back to his friend. “Are you okay?”