Historias de Jakebowen

Bands bands and more bands 90% of these are requests, mostly from one great friend of mine PLEASE don't take any of these seriously, this is FANFICTION, NOT REAL LIFE SCENARIOS, i just know there's gonna be someone that reads this and is gonna get some wrong ideas, please don't think of this seriously. don't stalk your favorite band members, people. again, purely fanfiction. Also I won't write for anything like One Direction or 5SOS or K-Pop groups or anything, this is for all my emo/metalhead/whatever-you-are fucks out there

We love them, so why not make a story all about them?

The gays ever. I lovw themmm 🥹

Our glorious knight sir Bowen was learning more and more about history from the past and today thanks to Mr dad being a professor who teaches history at the university of Ohio, once it was September 11th, Sir Bowen was comfuse as to why there was 2 buildings, so he asks his descendent about what's happening (yes this is inspired by Ford leands about 9/11)

Uncle Samsonite opens the wrong closet door and sees Jake's dad not Jake, so Uncle Samsonite and the dad got 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 💀💀💀💀 (Drawing is mine btw)

I never thought I would be in the Uncle Samsonite universe; it was just fiction, right? Little did I know that I would find myself in the Universe itself, falling deeply in love with the Holy Knight. Knowing he would never love me back, could I change the timeline? Pz or Peyton S is an 18-year-old with the dream of becoming a marine biologist. She keeps her grades up, but when it comes down to loving someone, she picks fictional men who are muscular and have deep voices. In her younger years, she simps for a character called "Sir Bowen," from the Uncle Samsonite series, and to this day, she remains obsessed. Pz has dark and messy brunette hair, greenish blue eyes, and wears clear square glasses, a purple Nightmare Before Christmas hoodie, and no shirt underneath. Dark grey sweatpants, a black leather belt with a heart-shaped buckle, and light-up sneakers, an inside joke with her friends. Well, join me and the infamous trio of Sir Bowen, Father John, and Mister Dad. As we fight off the demon of phat beats. This is supposed to be a dumb joke book, this is if I got taken to the Uncle Samsonite Universe (this is probably trashy)

IDK why I made this, but ok???