#f2f ;; jesse

[asktheharmony]

It was moments like this that reminded Harmony why she had been so enamoured by Jesse when they first met. What he lacked in emotional availability, he made up for in...well, being hot and talented. And Harmony would be lying if she acted like those two things weren't very important in a man to her. And she happened to be hot and talented herself. Jesse had really fumbled the bag in her eyes. Alas! "My thoughts exactly," Harmony said with a grin, "They try to make it look like it's not important on the score sheet, but aesthetics really do make or break a team."

Harmony took another sip from her drink, trying to hide the furrow of her brows. Her dancing had not been suffering. Right? Surely he was just saying that to get a rise out of her. Change the topic, Harmony!, her mind screamed. "Well, at least we've got each other to keep each some dignified company."

Jesse smirked. For all they fought and got on each other for solos and prime spots in Vocal Adrenaline, they got along for the exact same reason why they were perfect for the choir in the first place; they were both simmering with confidence that anyone else would call obnoxious. Of course, to them, this confidence was extremely founded in reality; confidence is earned through being excellent at what you do and despite how she might get on his nerves, he had to concede that Harmony was nothing short of excellent. "We certainly do. If we can get all of VA to this standard of visual excellence for the rest of the season, we might be able to score that Nationals trophy this year after all."

He scoffed as she mentioned being friends with Sebastian. "Oh, so that's why your dancing has been suffering recently. You might want to find a new partner." His eyes perused the room for a moment, before he raised his eyebrows, nodding. "Me neither. And I doubt I will. McKinley isn't really to my tastes."

[kstew-booknerd]

Kristen looked at Jesse, confused. Seeing him holding it in his hand, she walked over to him and took it from his hands. Looked at it and then back him.  "Give me one good reason why I should wear a dress." Kristen said, setting the dress on the chair near them. “Why the dress, Jesse?” She asked him. @philosopherjesse

[queenashxo]

F2F || Jesse & Ash

Forgoing the elevator and opting for the stairs, Ashley took the extra time to make sure his hair and makeup job was exactly up to his lofty standards. Anyone that knew him for the most fleeting of moments could tell he was a bit of a romantic, and a bit of a flirt, those two things being what got him here. He’d taken a liking to Jesse based on his charm and willingness to be under his brush - something many men wouldn’t give a chance on. He wasn’t expecting much, but he couldn’t help but want to take him on at least one outing.

As he stepped off the end of the stairs and made his way into the hallway he waited patiently, occupying himself with a re-check of his nails - a typical fidgeting action of his.

[cbbjasonmomoa]

River camp

za“My inner hippy is very happy here, reckon we could just ask big to let us stay?”

@zayncooper, @cbbdiesel, @jessexwilliams, @ffsleighanne, @cbbleighton​, @kgcbb​, @cbbnina​, @stfujdm​, @cbbflueger​, @kristxnstewart​

[askingrachelberry]

The unexpected nature of Jesse's arrival had Rachel second guessing her decision to storm the stage. Not because she was intimidated by the idea of performing with him, of course. No, that was something she was very eager to do. But she was hesitant as he seemed to have a certain perception of her that she didn't yet want to shatter. Would he think less of her if her peers were clearly judging her for capitalizing on a performance opportunity? What if they kept up their conversations and her vocals went largely ignored?

But then again... how could anyone ignore Jesse St. James? One dazzling smile and Rachel was nodding, offering a bright smile of her own as she approached the microphone he'd gestured towards.

Her solo opportunity had turned into a duet, and for once she wasn't complaining.

Eyes briefly drifting closed as the music began to play, Rachel could feel herself slipping into character during the approximately 20 seconds she had before the first verse. Having performed the song at a distant relation's wedding reception, she already knew the lyrics by heart, and without much effort she was able to infuse her performance with the perfect amount of both sincerity and vulnerability. As she began to sing about the "day we met" and her eyes met Jesse's, it wasn't hard to believe that an audience member might think that she was in love with him.

She wasn't. Of course. Outside of their time together during The Sound of Music, they hadn't interacted much. And during both rehearsals and the run, he'd been so charming that she hadn't quite been sure of how to approach him. Jesse was so perfect, so magnetic. It was hard for anyone to take their eyes off of him, and Rachel was thankful that at that very moment she didn't have to.

Maybe it was dangerous to be singing a love song with someone who was now her competition (given their dedication to their respective show choirs), but as their voices came together for the first time in the song on a stunning pre-chorus (the room was almost certainly mesmerized), Rachel couldn't find it in her to care. She'd had no doubt that they'd sound good together - their Sixteen Going on Seventeen had proved that long ago - but something magical was happening. She could feel it.

"I have died everyday waiting for you. Darling don't be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years. I'll love you for a thousand more."

Jesse knew he wasn't welcome here. This was a McKinley party, to begin with, and he had no shortage of enemies there. Not to mention that he didn't know this Dottie girl beyond what his research had told him about her; she was some mousy Troubletone who he could probably blow away with one well-supported A4, not worth much attention from him. But he knew one person who was likely to be there, and it was someone he'd been trying to get close to for weeks. He had an elementary knowledge of Twilight, a quick Google search told him that some eyeliner and gelled hair would be enough to look the part, and before he knew it he was strutting into this party, pretending he belonged.

Finding her had been difficult, McKinley kids were chaotic and unruly and the party had been difficult to navigate, not helped by the Jeff's guitar and the reptile-looking blonde Troubletone he had singing Paramore songs with him, and it was a relief when they announced a 10 minute break. He was about to throw in the towel when suddenly he spotted her in the place he should've been looking the whole time.

Rachel Berry. As beguiling as she was talented. Honestly, he'd be lying if he said his interest in her was purely motivated by the mission he had been tasked with. Of course, being on top was important so if this was what Shelby needed him to do, he'd certainly oblige, but she had something special that he'd found in very few others. She didn't wait for him when they performed, she went toe-to-toe with him every time, and it was exhilarating. He'd lost ten pounds during their run of The Sound Of Music just trying to keep up with her. You didn't forget something like that easily.

Confidently, he strode over to her, his signature crooked smirk that he knew made every soprano's knees tremble set on his face. Coming up next to her, he looked down at her, his smile widening slightly at her words. "Of course." He replied simply. His eyes drifted down to her phone, and he nodded approvingly. "A Thousand Years by Christina Perri. The perfect choice, I recall it being a duet." His eyes meeting hers again, he raised an eyebrow, swiftly pulling off his leather jacket and setting it down on a chair behind him before making his way over to the mic, laying his hand on top of it. He tilted his head, beckoning her to the mic next to his. "Let's show these try-hards what a real performance is."

[numberfivefinn]

closed starter for @jstj​

All Finn wanted to do tonight was to relax, have fun, be happy for his mom and Burt and avoid caring about Jesse and Rachel. But he wasn’t prepared to see them being all couple-y right there with him in the same room. The sight of the two of them made him dizzy, angry, hurt and uneasy all at once. As much as he wanted to fight off his feelings, it had a tight grip on him, and he realized that things would never be the same ever again. He excused himself from a family member to go get some fresh air, the overwhelming sensation of discomfort and jealousy suffocating him. The tepid air felt like the cleanest, coldest breeze compared to what it was like inside, and being alone in the quiet was certainly a nice change. As he took another deep breath, he heard steps approach him from behind, the clack of the shoes sounding familiar. “I kinda wanna be alone for a sec,” Finn said, not even as much as turning his head to see who it was.

[cbbjensenackles]

Bourbon Orleans II Rommates

“I replayed Detroit becoming human a few weeks ago so if I call you Marcus, I’m really sorry.” Jensen chuckled as he lent against the bed.

@jessexwilliams​

[amberlaurah]

If You Can't Beat Em - F2f - Amber & Jessica

@jessicaalbaxxo

Amber had been searching around for the whodunnit clues on her own for about the past 2 hours. But nothing seemed to be turning up. She snuck into several of the supposedly haunted rooms. But eventually she got bored and her and little ET were hungry. Everyone else seemed to be hanging out with their roomates so she decided she would go hang with hers. She didn't know if the girl was in their shared room so she sent her a quick text as she walked out from the library she and China had visited last night. "Hey, you wanna grab something to eat? I'm headed to the bar"

[wmucody]

"No, you gotta totally follow me on Instagram. I fucking love you, man," Cody said to a random person he meet out in the street who had given him a spare cigarette. He didn't smoke but whenever he had one too many vodkas he sought conversations within the smoking area of places. If he had to smoke to find good conversation, then he would.

Out the corner of his eyes he spotted a familiar face. Someone who he hadn't spoken to much but someone he knew enough to go over to. Dropping the cigarette on the ground and squashing it with his foot, he made his way over to Jesse. "You," Cody greeted the other. "I know you. I'm sure this shop is lovely and all but I'm heading to the club down the street if you wanna join."

It was late into the night in Playa del Carmen and Jesse was feeling pretty good. He had a couple drinks at a local bar and was perusing the nightlife, taking in the scenery he likely wouldn't get a chance to see again. Not that he didn't plan to be able to travel - he planned on being a very rich actor - but because he couldn't see a reason to come back to Mexico. Perhaps this place would give him a reason to.

Jesse made his way through the street and stopped in front of a shop, curious about what was inside. He'd brought about $200 to spend while he was here, so perhaps he could pick up something interesting to take home.

[elaolivia]

"I can explain.... That" motioning to the door she had just ushered Sterling out of despite the fact that he hadn't even had a chance to fasten the belt around his waist - Ela felt a mix a lot of things right now. Hungover. Regretful. Guilty... But most of all, fear and worry at the expression her best friend was wearing right now. Climbing over the couch to close the space between the two of the girls, and hopefully break through the tension that laid thick in the air, Ela shook her head as she tried to compile her thoughts despite the intense pounding.

Could she really explain though? Sure, 'I was drunk and sad and lonely' was the truth but it wasn't going to do much to get her out of the red with her friend. "I didn't go home with him, Ava brought me home" she began, as if that made some sort of difference. Panic washing over her features Ela was despirate to say something that would ease Kaelas mind but she was coming up blank. "... And you know, when you're drunk and you come home alone and you're just wishing there was someone there cause if not... You just have to sit in there feeling alone and miserable -- then he came to return my phone and--"  

She stopped herself because she could guess the rest. She could go in deeper about how she was struggling but Kaela knew that, and she didn't want her issues to sound like an excuse to do something that would clearly bother her best friend. The fact of the matter was, there was no one MORE important to her. Ela's codependency and fear of being alone wasn't something she could barter for forgiveness. So she paused, feeling rather pathetic in one of Mitch's t-shirts, messy hair and mascara smudged underneath her eyes. She had never looked, or felt, more like she belonged back in the jungle. Just some wild thing others should be wary of.

"It was stupid. I was being stupid and sad and selfish and  I wasn't thinking about you when I did it" nope, that didn't sound right. "I mean how this would make you FEEL, when I did it" She finally offered, scanning the girls face in despiration. "I don't even like Sterling like that...  I wanted a distraction, it could have just as easily been Clara had she shown up at my door at 3am, willing"

It was a joke, despite it definitely not being the time for one - so finally shutting up, she let the room fall quiet before she, naturally, had to open her mouth again.  "Are you mad?" @kaelachristensen​

[cbbjon-bernthal]

Jon sighed dropping his bag at his feet. "well ain't this gonna be fucking quint."

@jfcsoffer

[prcttylittlethings-a]

closed starter for @heirbud.  s2 redo st. berry.

"Jesse.” 

It felt like a lifetime since she’d last seen him, though in reality it had only been about a year. Los Angeles had...changed him, certainly, but he still walked with the confident gait that had intimated her so much the year before. And hearing his voice blend in with hers - how natural for them to meet again like this, singing together, on a stage, the band kids already disappearing with mutters of annoyance. 

“What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be in California?”

[ask-samevans]

Sam had spent a good while trying to work out which was to style his hair for the evening. Spiked up, or slicked back?? It had been tough, and he'd gone through half a tub of hair gel changing it back and forth before settling on keeping it up. Then the way to tie his tie had been a pain. Even watching a YouTube video multiple times, the tie was lacklustre, but good enough. He wasn't accustomed to these sorts of events by any means, and the suit alone that he'd bought for the occasion almost broke his bank. He hoped that the birthday boy noticed it at least. Before he knew it, he was more than a little fashionably late for the evening.

Having made a beeline for the bar upon arrival, Sam figured he'd take advantage of the blind eye the bartenders were turning for the evening given he was still underage. It was just like the Clarington's to bend the rules to whatever suited them, though in this situation it worked out in his favor.

As Jesse approached and ordered his drink, Sam felt a bit silly for only ordering a beer. The other man seemed like he'd know what he was talking about. Though he smiled at the compliment. "Hey dude!" He greeted, glad someone seemed to notice the work he'd put into his outfit for the evening. "Thanks! You look good too!" Taking a sip from his beer, he took a quick glance around the room. "Planning on winning a bunch tonight?"

closed starter for @ask-samevans

Jesse cleared his throat, a smug smile on his face as he collected his chips and stood up from the blackjack table. He wasn't always very into games of luck, instead preferring to believe that success was built from hard work and endurance, as well as raw talent, but when it went his way? He wasn't about to argue with the semantics of how he achieved success. He sauntered his way towards the bar, eyes scanning to see if there were any familiar faces. Sebastian Smythe's birthday party was certainly not an event he was particularly welcome at; the open invitation had certainly helped in that regard. Still, it was nice to see Sam Evans stood by the bar. They weren't close by any means, only really knowing each other from the gym, so Jesse felt a slightly embarrassing wave of relief as he approached him.

"Single malt." He called out towards the bartender, before turning to Sam. "Evans. You don't polish up badly when you're out of sweatpants and have washed your hair."

[thalitarhodes]

Friendly meet up

Thalita needed to get out and socialize. She had friends, she just was so busy with opening her new location and her current location, that she just didn’t have time. She barley had time to think. So this free lunch was a way for her to talk to her friends.

Stepping into the resturaunt, she smiled and sat down. She probably looked like she was there for business because the manager came up and talked to her. “Oh no, I am actually waiting for someone.” She smiled and took a sip of her water.

@jesseinnyc

[frankiejamesknox]

My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark || Frankie&Jesse

Frankie had abandoned his suitcase on the bed as he got an idea for a new song and ran off to grab his notebook and his guitar. He had to get this done before it slips his mind. So many times he’d thought of a song and then by the time he’d decide to work on it, he couldn’t get it right. Before he could get much done, everything had gone dark. He got up, tried switch off and on the lights but nothing worked. His iPad had stopped charging too. A fucking black out? Now of all times? He huffed, shuffling around in drawers and boxes to find his LED lights and candles, to at least get some light in the room. His phone’s flashlight was a lot of help and thankful he had an external battery for it that was charged. He’d started packing again when he got a text from Jesse and he smiled, plopping on the bed on his back as they texted. Glad that he’d have some help with packing, he set the phone on the nightstand so that it would light up the room a bit and started folding clothes, squishing them in his suitcase while he waited for him. The sandalwood candles were making him droopy but he needed the light.

@officialstjames

[lucas-sugar-motta-blog]

F2F// St.Motta

@serpentjesse

A chill day in Toronto wasn’t that chill for Lucas. He was busy working as the norm was for him and he had been pretty stressed lately with Rachel and the tour was doing a beating on his mental health and health in general, he barely slept. After working for what felt like all day, he got up off his bed and looked in the mirror, he sighed and ran his hands through his hair. He took a shower and got dressed. Lucas took a look at himself in the mirror and smiled, he cleaned up beautifully.

Lucas moved from his room down the hall, he knocked at the door and leaned up against the wall as he waited for the person occupying the room to open the door. “Hey, loser open the door and get out here. I want to go out and have fun.” Lucas said loudly as he waited. He turned back around and knocked a few more times. “St. James! Come on I want to go out. I need my wingman.” Lucas sighed and looked around. “I need this.”