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Ok I am a really huge fan of the classic late 80s to 90s sitcom Full House and enjoy the new one as well but the original holds a special place in my heart ♥️
FULL HOUSE OC 🏡
Adrianna “Jordan” Katsopolis ~ She-Hulk 📋
- Uncle Jesse and Pamela younger sister. She moved in with Jesse and Joey after Danny asked for them to come over and help raise his daughters.
- Nicknames —> Jory, Jo, Jodie, Adrian, She-Hulk, Anna, and etc
- Speaking of Joey, she’s is particularly his other half and with Jesse, they are a trio. They get into the craziest things and always doing something hilariously weird that you can’t help but join in. The fact that they haven’t ended up in jail for something stupid while paired up is a surprise to many but that doesn’t mean they’ve haven’t gotten caught in the act before.
- But when Danny is brought into the mix of their daily shenanigans originally, it’s a unstoppable force of 4 friends! They are such caregivers at heart with such different but similar personalities, the funny band of grown ups with humor of 14 year olds sometimes always cracking jokes, wanting the best for each other and so much more.
- Jordan is clever, easygoing, gentle and can be resourceful! However sometimes she will play pranks and jokes, even jokingly manipulate one of the guys into doing something
- Aunt and Mother figure to the girls (DJ, Stephenie and Michelle) they are all her babies. She’s a true caregiver and tends to becomes very soft around her girls. Skipping out on work days, rejecting or leaving her dates, and staying at home a lot in general just to be with her 3 little angels! Especially the years when Michelle was a baby, she spent more time at home.
- Each one the girls had their special person come to for certain things, just having a type of relationship with the guys. But with Jordan, she is like their second mom, the girls coming to her for anything and everything especially if the guys couldn’t handle it.
- Braiding hair, picking out clothing, issues at school, boy trouble, advice on things, passions they have at the moment, hugs and kisses, taking care of them when they’re hurt or sick, just need someone to hear them out and etc, Jordan is there!
- And if asked, which one of those angels are her favorite? She has no favorite. Yeah she’ll joke if something happens and say, “Steph at the moment, you’re my favorite.” Causing the girls to laugh or smile proudly. Or she would’ve coo at toddler Michelle saying, “Who’s my pretty girl? You are!”
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- A bit of a grumpy Defense Lawyer when she doesn’t get her morning coffee or something sweet in her system by the middle of the day. Since she has a huge sweet tooth, most specifically cupcakes and donuts.
- She is single but goes on plenty of dates over the course of the show. (Ends up with Danny Tanner in the later seasons)
- Jordan is known for her witty comebacks, nerdy about music and movies jokester personality when she’s around loved ones. However she is a bit of a babbler mouth and knows a lot more than she leads on.
- Also has a bit of a temper, that is well under control if i may I add and for being kind hearted woman. But sometimes her She-Hulk tends to come out! The group calls her out on it then they all jokes about it once She-Hulk disappears and she back to calm Jordan.
- But when Jordan temper sent up volumes, you better make sure that your in the clear. Sometimes she will slip and yell out stuff like “I can and will sue you!”, “I oughta-let me at ‘em!”, “Excuse me?! Oh heck no.”, and the list goes on. Usually it’s fine but Kimmy Gibbler can piss her off or someone may just annoy her.
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Sometimes there is some to hold her back and other times…
“Joey, grab her!” Jesse yells racing off after the woman into the living room, “Jory come back, I didn’t mean it.”
Joey stood up from the couch and caught her by the waist holding her down yelling, “Woah, woah, woah hold on road runner! What happened here?”
“Jess made me look what you would consider bad in front one of DJs teacher and proceeded to flirt with her in front of everyone.” Jordan explained, trying to get out of his grip.
Joey gave him a pointed look, “Jess.”
“What? I was far more interesting than her and the other teachers were more interested me in anyway.” Jesse tried to explain and even added, “Hey at least, it went well..for me at least!”
“Jess.”
“Joseph you should’ve seen it, I was killing it. And I got to speak with the history guy and-”
Jordan grew upset and Joey smirked at her. He let her go. They didn’t let Jesse finish as Joey shouted, “Get ‘em!” The pair chased Jesse around the house as his screams and yelps could be heard. Until they reached the backyard out of breath.
Jesse put his hands up, “Hey, hey wait! I’m sorry I messed up.”
“And?” Jordan glared as Joey stood behind her, “You made me look like the uninteresting aunt!”
“Again, I’m sorry. I knew she wouldn’t care about us the second she started to talk, so I joked and flirted to lighten the mood. And I got something in return..”
Joey spoke, “Uh Jess, a gift from the school store isn’t gonna fix anything.”
“On the contrary my friend, DJ’s teacher gave me the opportunity to speak with the History teacher…”
“Yeah so?”
“We get to go bowling together next Friday…”
Jordan rolled her eyes having enough of this and about to walk inside when she heard her brother speak again. “And I got his number! He wants to go on a date with a certain someone.” Said Jesse holding up a post-it note causing Jordan to spin back around grinning.
“Really?” Jordan asked with a dazzling grin and raised eyebrows.
Joey chuckled, “Wait you got her a date with Mr Hunter? I’ve been friends with him for months, I could’ve helped!”
It turned out fine for everyone!
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- Becky is her gal! The two became friends quickly and fitted very nicely together, always coming to each other for advice, helping one another out. Girls Day Out on the streets of San Francisco, gossip about anything and everyone, the list goes on.
- AND when Jesse finally dated Becky, Jordan was more excited that her best friends, this girl was over the moon! Of course that meant she was stuck in the middle of their crazy couple shenanigans, having to root for them, and pushing one or the other to make a decision on something. Most of the time it was hilarious seeing the funniest stories take place in front of her, roasting them, Jordan set them up on a few dates and dragged on double dates with them.
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And that’s what I got so far! There is so much more Full House lore I could say but I’ll be here all day. I hope you enjoyed it 🖇
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Living the Vida Loca P.4
• Jesse Pinkman & Reader. (Platonic)
(Here’s part one.)
(Here’s part two.)
(Here’s part three.)
(Here’s part five.)
(Here’s the epilogue.)
• (Find this story on Ao3.)
Summary — A short story about how a young teenaged girl gets wrapped up in Jesse's life.
Notes — We've had a Jesse chapter, a Walt chapter, a Saul chapter, and now I give you a bit of a Mike chapter.
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The point of no return.
One evening, while you're walking your neighbour's dog, two men try to kill you.
They leave you with a black eye, a purple cheek, and a red lip, crying next to a dumpster.
All you can think about is how you let the dog run away into the night.
You shuffle to the nearest bus stop, bleeding, and call out Gizmo's name the whole way.
You huddle on the metal bench.
When you find yourself staring at your contacts list, you hesitate.
The white phone light illuminates your wet face.
Jesse has tried to call you fourteen times in the last five minutes.
His unanswered text messages haunt your phone like little ghosts.
Where r u???
come home rigjt now
man i'm sorry ok
come home
i made toast n eggs for dinner
scrambled
pls
ill make waffles if u want
we can watxh tinkerbell
or whatevr
i wont be mad pls just come home
dinners getting cold
please
hello??
A five minute gap.
Get ur ass back in this fking house rn i'm not plauing
Your thumb hovers over the call button.
One last message from Jesse; ur in so much trouble. come home.
You don't even realise you've called Jimmy until his sleepy voice picks up on the other line.
The emergency room is weirdly busy at this hour. For some reason, you imagined it slowing down sometimes.
In the lobby, wearing eye bags but looking more awake than ever, Jimmy calls Walt while he rubs your back.
Then, Walt must call Jesse.
Then, Jesse tries calling you.
A single text appears after you don't pick up; im on my way baby ok
Jimmy walks you through everything that's going to happen once the police arrive, in an attempt to make it all a little less scary.
The nurses stitch up your cheek.
They give you a lollipop that you don't eat.
When two officers come in with tiny notepads and big badges to talk about the assault, Jimmy does all the talking.
All you have to do is nod at random intervals to confirm he's got the story right.
Which he does.
( When you first gave him a detailed recount, he went pale and lost his words. You've never seen him like that before. )
For the sake of yours, Jesse's, Walt's and Jimmy's safety, you agree to leave out the part where the two men claimed Gus Fring's associate sent them.
( Jimmy, who's Gus Fring? )
( Don't ask, sweetie, okay? We'll sort it out. Let me go grab some more tissues. )
The fact they were willing to put police eyes on them for this made you cry harder.
When you're released, you see Jesse waiting for you both on a curb in the parking lot, jittering like crazy.
He runs up to you and hugs you like it's his last chance.
He says he's sorry.
Sorry for everything.
He's sorry for being a shitty dad-brother, he's sorry for yelling, and fighting, and slamming doors on late nights.
He's sorry for coming home at midnight, not saying a word, and then leaving before breakfast.
He's sorry for not killing Derrick when he had the chance; sorry for not doing it sooner.
He's sorry for dragging you into this.
He's sorry for not being there.
And he's sorry that, out of everyone back at that skatepark, you ended up with him.
You hug Jesse back.
Jimmy coughs wetly and tells you guys to break it up, I'm getting misty-eyed over here.
They take you to a 24-hour diner.
It's 11PM.
You cuddle into Jesse's side and eat a big, pink, puffy Krispy Kreme donut.
He wipes away your tears.
Then, Walter finally shows up, apologizing for taking so long. He's out of breath and he has a revolver in his pants line.
He orders a lemon curd donut with cookie crumble on top and eats it with a quaint smile on his face.
Jimmy asks him if he's just happy to be here, or if that's a fucking loaded magnum under his jacket.
Walt explains that he may or may not have taken a midnight stroll.
It may or may not have taken place in a particular neighbourhood.
He may or may not have...
Well, let's not get into all that jazz right now.
He uses a napkin to wipe a speckle of blood off his palm, and stuffs it in his breast pocket.
Jim and Walt talk about a man named Mike, while you and Jesse make paper swans together.
Walt hugs you for the first time ever when you all go your separate ways at 11:46PM.
Jesse lets you know that it's okay if you want to go home with Jimmy tonight.
You called him first, after all.
Jesse tugs on his beanie.
He does that when he's anxious.
You sniff and tell him shakily; No, you idiot. I'm going home with you.
Jimmy hugs you, pats you on the back, and tells you to come over any time you want.
He also promises you that if this goes to court, he's going to have those guys locked up for so long that their grandchildren will be serving life sentences in orange jumpsuits.
He hands you back the lollipop.
You fall asleep in the back of Jesse's car on the way home.
He puts his hoodie over you.
The radio is quiet.
It's cold tonight.
When you wake up sometime around 3AM, you're tucked into Jesse's bed and he's snoring next to you on top of the blankets.
Out of everyone at that skatepark, you're glad it was him.
The aftermath.
Here are all the reasons it does not, in fact, go to court.
The first man turns up missing on the news.
His name is Rico Perez, and you recognise his black goatee and marble-y eyes.
Jesse changes the channel quickly.
Eat your cereal, baby.
You get the feeling that Rico Perez is fizzing away in a Costco bucket somewhere.
That same day, Jesse and Walt install alarms and locks all over your house.
For about a week, you stay home from school.
Jesse calls you baby a lot more now, and sings you to sleep most nights.
He's conscious of not making any loud noises around you.
He keeps a gun on him, even if he's just frying bacon.
He plays videogames with you in your bed, and draws with you, and plays frisbee in the driveway.
He rents DVD upon DVD to watch on his laptop with you.
( They're all Tinkerbell. )
( You've both seen them like a hundred times. )
It feels like you're in witness protection.
The week goes slow.
The second man turns up dead on the news.
His name is Kennedy Adams, and you recognise his wonky teeth and bloated gums.
Jesse lets you watch this time, because Kennedy was the one that did most the damage.
There's a live video of his body bag being zipped up.
Jesse punches the air and shouts, yes bitch, like he's watching the Superbowl.
He has a very long phone call that night.
The aftermath of the aftermath.
Mike Ehrmantraut says you remind him of his granddaughter.
He's got two heavy eyes, a life's worth of scars all over his hands, and the patience of a Saint.
While the two men's deaths were pending, Mike had watched your house from 4PM to 7AM, every day, with a gun in the glovebox.
Apparently, it was him who killed the second guy.
Before one of his shifts, Mike skewered his neck on a police-standard bullet and then paid some shady officers to take the credit for it.
He sounded very bored when he told you the story.
Suffice to say, he fulfilled his duty.
The morning after his last shift watching your house, you find a little teddy bear with a pink bow on the welcome mat.
The note attached reads;
In the hopes you sleep a little easier.
You do.
The night light is still permanent.
Sudden noises still reduce you to hysterics in Jesse's arms.
You'll never visit that neighbourhood again.
Instead of sitting with the other kids, you spend breaks in Walt's classroom while he eats his chicken salad.
You avoid the alley next to Jimmy's building, and instead take up graffitiing his whiteboard with his dried-up markers.
Jesse holds your hand out in public all the time, now, and he bunks with you every night.
His texts don't go unanswered, and they look more like this, now;
miss u 2 see u l8er :)
im at walmart u want ramen??
call me ok we'll do the 4 7 8 breathing thing
yo that looks dope u like picasso n shit
mondays kicking the shiz out my ass
home in 10 :)
u having a good day bby?
yo com downstairs im puting mario cart on
love u
You don't dog-walk anymore.
You don't sing randomly in the kitchen.
You don't talk.
But you sleep a little easier.
When Gizmo is found by an old lady five miles from home, you sleep even better.
When Gus Fring turns up dead on the TV one month later, you sleep like a god damn baby.
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End Notes — I couldn't find a suitable place to squeeze this in, so I just implied it, but Walter killed Rico right before showing up at the diner. I imagine he wrapped him in a tarp or something and locked him in his trunk, ate his donut, and then he and Jesse liquified him the next day. Fun times!
#breaking bad#breakingbad#jesse pinkman#jesse pinkman x reader#saul goodman#walter white#mike ehrmantraut#angst#hurt/comfort#hurt-comfort#reader insert#reader
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Can you do it too! If you could ship your moots with any BTS member (their bias or not) what would the ships be? Also give us a small glimpse into how their relationship would look like!
hi, yes. whoever you are, you think you are cleaver huh? but what you didn't know is that i am a jealous bean. you want my mutuals paired with bts members? they can't have my mutuals. so im twisting your game! to labeling a few mutuals SHIPPED WITH ME!!!
let's begin: (disclaimer: i'm just going off of the recent people i have been interacting with within like the past few days or so. i can't mention all my mutuals and i hope you understand)
second disclaimer: this is just fun and games, please don't take this to heart if i come off strong
maggie x @jeonjcngkook
relationship: a joking relationship for sure. i'd be the first to throw the pillow at jords to either get her attention or to tell her im mad at something. she'd be the one who tries to let me feel things out yet i want to show her how to stop feeling. we are very water and fire based and together we make the sexiest smoke. now we're sweating over the stove trying to make the best man n cheese dinner.
maggie x @kithtaehyung
relationship: ryen is either me or is completely opposite. she challenges my very existence and i have no fear in squaring up with her. we'd equally start a riot and completely forget about it the next minute. i would say our relationship is pretty chaotic. but together i think we would be very deadly if that chaotic nature was directed on an innocent bystander.
maggie x @jeonsweetpea
relationship: dawn is the "hi honey i am home!" type of gal to which she would need to find me in my hermit cave doing absolutely nothing day in and day out. dawn makes the money in this relationship. she'd check in on me and on the special occasion i will please her with a fancy ass dinner out of the blue and surprise her with a shower of gifts to show my appreciation.
maggie x @taee
relationship: i feel like julia and i (though i dont know you as much) would have a lot of "no you have it!" scenarios. we're giving, but are we giving with purpose or we nervous on keeping what we are trying to give? does that make sense? "there's on donut left." "ok you can have it." "no, im letting you know there's one so you can have it."
maggie x @taegularities
relationship: this relationship with rid would be like "i can find where you are soft and use it against you." would we be nice to another in front of everyone? ofc. behind closed doors? 1000% there has been 3 diabolical plans set in stone to trap one of us.
maggie x @min-boongie
relationship: reka is and continues to be someone i have offered my hand AND taken my hand back. we have a push and pull relationship and just depends on our mood. do we wanna talk, nah. but when we do, then we talk. complimentary pats on the back, or ass. but i think both reka and i would say the most ridiculous things to another during intimate times.
maggie x @joontopia
relationship: jess is a complete flirt but enjoys my fiery spirit. I'd have to constantly scold her for bringing back some random hoehoe while she'd plead saying "it's not my fault." however, both her and i would synergize immediately to be flirts together if we NEED to. say less. we are show-offs if you challenge us. bet.
maggie x @ressjeon
relationship: i will not share my belongings with her if she stays away for too long. i am exhausted by miss yannie and her need to talk about 500+ topics in a matter of an hour. this relationship would turn me so dormant; i have completely crawled back inside my shell and i accept her using my social meter for herself.
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The Clones as My Dad's Snow Storm Purchases For Urban Oklahoma
Ok bless this man. My mom is from up north. She spent her life shoveling snow in the upper peninsula of Michigan, where on average they get around 360inches of snow a year. But my dad, bless his heart, has never experienced real snow in his life minus a vacation here and there and Oklahoma, where they live, got LOADED with snow and negative temps. My mom let him do the shopping for supplies and groceries and I had to because it's so ridiculous I love him. As I have said before, my dad is like Tech so naturally he did hours of research before shopping.
Rex- coffee, like a lot. He went to Costco and bought 3 bulk coffee containers
Echo- bulk vitamins. Doesn't want to get sick and sound funny this week on zoom I guess?
Fives- frozen pizzas. They are taking up a quarter of my parents deep freezer
Jesse- stacks upon stacks of bottles water, which is actually good because their pipes froze
Kix- Sorel Winter boots that he will probably only wear a few times because my mom does all the winter shoveling(she enjoys it, it's a good workout, my dad has noodle arms)
Tup- hot cocoa and fuzzy socks for him, my mom, and my baby brothers
Dogma- a shovel that also acts as a garbage pick
Hardcase- blow up tubes for sledding. I hope they find a hill because the prairie is flat. Sled down the side of our storm shelter in the yard I suppose?
Coric- so much junk food. Like my mom doesn't know what to do with it. He got cookies and chips and lil donuts
Bly- instant soups, a solid 20 packs. Not even kidding on the number mom says. 20 of the dump in water, heat, and serve
99- A mop for cleaning up the piping mess.
Cody- space heater for the living room when the fire place is off
Waxer and Boil- board games to keep my mom and the youngest two brothers busy. My mom homeschools so this was actually a smart move for the week
Wolffe- steaks. "They were on sale!"
Sinker and Boost- a heat gun to melt the ice off the car and sauna doors because they were frozen shut. My mom without a sauna is like obi wan without a 3 minute break from Anakin
Hunter- humidifier because y'all, shit down there gets DRY. It's a big one and they still have to refill it 4 times a day. Current humidity reading in the house is 38%
Wrecker- 15lb package of spaghetti noodles 😭😭😭
Tech- bubble coat and snow pants for the family. They can withstand temps of down to -30 degree F. After his presentation of how great they were my mom went out in a hoodie and shoveled their driveway AND the neighbors.
Crosshair- a new lock for his office because he knows my mom is going to get shack wacky since she won't be going anywhere with the kids this week and will send the 6 year old up to bug him.
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Maria watches friday night lights (#34)
And we continue with 5x11, the stage is set for quite a playoff episode, and i am HERE FOR IT.
my reactions / recap / flailing under the cut
Omg there are “welcome home Tim” signs up?? Poor Luke is jealous of Becky and Tim talking.
Damn, Tim definitely seems fucked up from prison from just that convo with Becky about the Landing Strip alone. Tortured boy.
Aw, we love to see excited Eric with a bunch of excited East Dillon Lions in the locker room after a winning playoff game!
Anddddd here come the budget cuts to burst the bubble. “Anyone need a donut? Some of you won’t have a job next semester.” Damn worst he’s seen it in 27 years? “Anyway, uh...pray.” Damn.
“Where’s the union in all of this, you know?” damn, they have a union at this Texas school? That’s good, but it seems like a weak one, which i’m not surprised about because, again...Texas.
OOOOH Tami’s getting recruited to a Philly college and they’ll fly her out to interview her?
LOL the dudes are yelling “state, state, state!” jumping up and down in their front yard? “Get out of my front yard, you’re making me look bad!” this is so wholesome.
Oh jesus poor Vince, his dad is trying to bring alcohol home when his mom is a recovering addict? What a selfish fuck! “I just don’t know.” OK BYE.
Ahhh Smash Williams is on the TV, playing football in a professional game while Tim Riggins works at Buddy’s bar...this show is just *chef’s kiss*
Oh he sounds so sad and “meh” as Buddy tries to make small talk about Smash’s success. Oh my poor Tim.
OH Jess noooo you taped another team in the division? The fear and drive in her eyes as she nervously tells a very stressed Eric she wants to be a coach herself...I love that.
REALLY? One of the coaches had to do the laughing and “you’ll never be a football coach.” “What, because I’m a girl?” “I didn’t say that.” “Yeah, you did.”
OMG I’m dying, the subtitles while Luke and Becky make out on the coach say SMOOCHING. Adorable!
“Don’t stop for me.” Wow, growth for Becky that Tim is the one walking in on her relationship now. “Use protection this time.” MUST YOU TIM?
Oh shit, football is “revenue neutral.” Truly wild that Tami, Eric, and Levi are having a convo about the whole program possibly being cut while the team loudly celebrates making it to the quarter finals all around them! The visuals in this show are superb.
The sound of “all the way to state, all the way to state, all the way to state!” in the background as the camera focuses on Tami and Eric, watching over everything with sighs on their faces. They carry so much for this town and this team.
Oh shit it’s Bryn Mawr she wants to interview at? And omg they want to interview on the Friday of the semi-final. It’s all happening!
Oh yes some high-stress practice in the pouring rain while Eric has budget cuts and Tami’s interview on his mind!
Okay i get you’re stressed Eric, but calling Jess a “pest” for showing you an article of a female football coach is not it! Although it is WILD Jess took a physical newspaper clipping out to show Eric in the pouring rain. I love her.
Yes, Billy, you are def on the chopping block with these budget cuts. But LOL at him making fun of that dude who repeats everything everyone else said
Tim is so much quieter and more stoic. It tracks. Billy, are you really surprised he doesn’t want to relive his former glory days rn? (Although i have a lil feeling Tim will show up at this game at the last minute!)
Oh shit they’re on Billy’s front lawn now? This is so cute, the parallel moments of “wait a minute, I hear something” and coming outside to find this team with so much heart!
Oh wow they are getting BOOED at this away game. You know they’re good now!
“You never saw so many people so quiet.” I love Vince and his mom’s relationship so much, my heart.
Oh god is daddy all drunk kissing up on his wife who is SOBER? Sir, what do you not understand about sobriety?
Oop and he’s got “gifts.” What shit is he back into?
Wow, hands on the mom and he’s clearly dropped the drugs he’s flipping. There it is.
Yes to the BBQ people asking if the MOM is alright and kicking the dad’s sorry ass out. That’s how we do it.
I really love the way they’re transitioning through this period of playoffs—the locker room updates to their progress with the radio in the background, the chants after each win — then making way for Eric dropping Tami off at the airport. Semifinals are here.
“The time when I need you the most?” “You really gonna bring this up now, on the way to the airport?” Tami’s right, she’s been nothing but straightforward all along! Tami supports you, Eric, let her have her fucking moment.
“Well, you’re kicking my ass.” “Yes, that’s right. Your ass needs some kicking.” “Who’s going to cook dinner for me?” “Oh, poor baby. Gracie.” LMAOOOO yes Tami! Get him! I’m dying.
Okay, Eric, you are forgiven—he looked up the female football coach to talk to Jess about but got the last name wrong!
“14,000 high school football coaches in the country, and that’s one. One out of 14,000. You like those odds?” “No, I think they kind of stink.” “So do I.” Awwww.
“I’m not asking to play.” YES JESS! I love the growth she’s shown over her two seasons. Now she knows what she wants! And her persistence is paying off—Eric’s gonna let her shadow him?! My heart!
Damn Tim is VERY bothered by Becky working at the family business (The Landing Strip.)
Oh God what i feel like Tim sees in “one of Becky’s regular customers” is someone he has an excuse to let out his aggression on. He’s clearly just so fucked up by his life not being what he wanted it to be—and by even the life of those he loved and left behind on the outside not being what he wants for them.
“She’s 17 years old!!!! A high school junior!” I mean, FAIR. Fair fucking point.
Oh fuck this emotional scene between Tim and Billy in the parking lot...DAMN that was a hard punch in the face Tim just gave Billy.
WOW Tim is gonna hold onto taking the fall for Billy for a long time. Fuck. “For the rest of my life, if that’s how I feel it needs to be.”
Billy looks so fucking sad on his knees in the parking lot.
Regina changed the locks! Yes gurl, do not let that man back into your home!
He’s trying to break down the door...oh honey, no. “You’re blowing it, Pop!” I’m so proud of Regina for standing up for herself and Vince.
The visual of Luke riding up next to Tim’s car, and then driving past Becky and Tim fighting, as they pause to watch him go...ART. Also, why is Tim so resolutely like “I got to go. I got to go.” Intrigued.
“There’s only gonna be one football team in Dillon next year.” “Well, which program are they cutting?” “That’s next week’s fight.” DAMN. So much is happening in one night!
Yep, Eric just summed it up to that reporter: “One of those teams is going to state. And i don’t think you’re gonna eliminate a team that goes to state.” They’re fighting for the very existence of their team AND the state championship in one! This show!
Oh wow Luke does NOT want to hear Becky’s apology. Oh nooo!
Aw Regina and Vince communicating about how she needs to “take a meeting” so she can’t come to the game and him saying that’s more important...again, the growth! My heart!
OH they made up Braemore? Really sounded like Bryn Mawr LOL. Go Tami!!!
(These white dudes do not want to hear a woman saying they should rethink their approach. STOP YELLING AT HER, SHE’S RIGHT.)
Oh Mindy, crying at Tim not to go, about how much Billy cries at night, how much they both love Tim. IM EMOTIONAL
“You’re different, you know that?” “Yeah. I am.” ABOLISH PRISONS.
DAMN this semi final game is a NAILBITER
They did it at the last minute, YES!!! Nothing beats the excitement on the team’s faces as they embrace!
Damn Tim returning to his old trailer? Drinking beers alone and doing very not well as he listens to the radio static. Sigh, poor angsty boy.
Aw the woman who interviewed Tami is so kind. Telling her she did well at dinner.
I literally gasped then went AHHH! when the college dude came to dinner and Tami’s all politely like “thanks for the opportunity!” And the guy’s like, “yeah yeah i have two kids to put to bed, anyway we’re offering you that old asshole’s job.” “Dean of Admissions???” YES QUEEN
Damn Eric and Tami are BOTH killing the game, what a fucking power couple.
Eric has the whiteboard on the bus to accompany this “we’re going to state” chant. Amazing.
“We missed the field house.” “We’re not going to the field house.” OMG all their fans are waiting outside to cheer for them as they return?? How beautiful!
Oh my poor babe Vince, all he wants is to know his mom is safe.
YES he found his mom! My heart dropped when Vince’s face betrayed some fear he couldn’t find her. I’m so glad they can celebrate together, oh my heart.
And then you see Eric looking around for Tami, lost because she’s across the country contemplating a life-changing job offer...WOW. Two episodes left and the deck is truly STACKED. This show is art.
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Forever Ago Chapter 5
Pairings: Chris Evans x OFC
Warnings: Angst, Swearing
Summary: After losing touch with your childhood best friend after graduation, he comes crashing back into your life 15 years later. The feelings you’ve had for him never left you. But do you forgive him for all those years he ignored you? Or do you decide he lost his chance with you for good?
Chris looked up at you with his glossy eyes. He looked defeated and it broke your heart to see him that way; yet you were battling with the fact that he too broke your heart.
“I mean God Chris! We’ve been friends since we were in kindergarten! And then you go off to acting school and I couldn’t have been more proud or supportive of you,” your voice was getting louder the angrier you got; your hands raising in the air as you spoke. “And then you slowly stop responding to my texts and phone calls until one day…ONE DAY out of nowhere you just stop altogether! Do you know how much that hurt me Chris?” You were full on crying now, not even ashamed.
Chris stood up from the couch and walked towards you but you only backed away, not wanting to be close to him right now. Even though all you wanted was to be wrapped in his arms and for him to comfort you like he used to do when you were growing up.
“I’m so sorry Jessica. I fucked up,” his voice was soft, unsure.
Your eyes snapped to his. “You fucked up? That’s all you’re going to say? After HOW many years of friendship and just flat out DELETING me from your life for no reason? What the hell kind of excuse is that?”
“Nothing I say can make what I did ok. Because what I did to you wasn’t fine. I ruined the best relationship of my life all because I let Hollywood get the best of me when I first started.”
More tears stung your eyes as you took deep breaths trying to calm down. Although he hurt you painfully so, it was a mixture of emotions to see him right now; to hear his voice. It had been too long since you heard his voice. “Then why don’t you explain to me what happened? Why you decided I was no longer good enough to be in your life?”
“Jess it’s not like that.”
“Well it damn sure FEELS that way Chris!” Your eyes were wide, face warm from anger.
“Like I said, I let Hollywood get the best of me. When I moved out to Los Angeles and got my first job, it was nothing but parties and women,” he spoke, his words hurting your heart even more. “Then I got my first girlfriend out there and she was an actress too. I was still talking to you a lot at the time and she was really jealous about it.” Your gaze landed on his sad eyes. “And then…I just slowly stopped responding to you because I was constantly with her and I…fuck I don’t know. I didn’t want her to break up with me over this.”
Your eyes clenched close, your arms wrapping around your torso. “So you stopped texting and calling me because of a girl?” You just couldn’t believe it. Chris was never this type of person, even in high school. Sure he dated a couple girls here and there, but if any of them got jealous of you, he would brush them off. He always said you were more important than some jealous girlfriend.
“I know it sounds horrible and it is. It truly is. Her and I were together for a few years and during that time, my phone broke. None of my contacts were saved and I lost your phone number.”
“Fucking Christ Chris! You lost my phone number so that’s another excuse? Did it ever occur to you to ask your mother, or Scott, or Carly, or Shana for my phone number? Who the hell are you even anymore? Hollywood changed you Chris and not for the better. You are a whole different person. Someone I never imagined you to be.”
It hurt for you to say those words, but it was true. He really did change.
“I know Jess. But that was back in my 20’s. I’ve had a lot of time to reflect and think since then. Every time I came home I would stare out my bedroom window at your house. It hurt me so much to know that I had hurt you. I hated the person I was in my 20’s. That wasn’t me at all. And I’ve slowly made my way back to who I was. I hate living in Los Angeles. I really do Jess. I don’t like the atmosphere there. I come home as often as I can now. Each time I’m hoping that you moved back into your childhood home, but you never did.”
You wiped the tears from your face. “I hurts too much to be there Chris. Too many memories of my parents. Of you and I. Of the better days.”
Chris took a hesitant step towards you, gauging your reaction. When you didn’t move away, he stepped even closer. He placed his hands on your shoulders; his touch immediately making you cry again. Chris wrapped you in his arms and pulled you to his chest.
“I’ve wanted nothing more than to apologize to you for the last few years. But I wanted to do it in person. Ma said nobody knew where you lived in New York cause I was trying to get your address from her.”
“No wonder she kept texting me my address. She said she wanted to mail me some things but I just gave her my PO Box number,” you quietly replied. Your head hurt from crying too much but it felt amazing to be in his arms.
“I’m so sorry Jess, for everything. I truly fucked up the best thing that has ever happened to me.” You could hear the hurt in Chris’ voice as he spoke. “I don’t know what I can do to make you forgive me. But to be honest, I don’t think I deserve your forgiveness.”
And just like that, this was the Chris you knew. He was so openly honest and raw with his own emotions.
As much as you loved being in his arms, you needed to be by yourself and think things through. Pulling away from him, you wiped the last remaining tear from your cheek. “I just-I just need to be alone right now. And to think about things.”
Chris nodded his head, putting his hands in his front pockets. “I understand. I’m going back home to Ma’s tomorrow and I’ll be there for about two months. Can I get your number again? We can talk some more if you’d like? Maybe go have some lunch?”
After giving Chris your phone number, you walked him to the door and gave him a tight lipped smile. Locking up your apartment you crashed onto your bed and fell asleep almost instantly.
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There was a constant knocking on your door, startling you away. Your head was pounding as you angrily tore the covers off your body and made your way to the door. “I will kill whoever is on the other side of this door,” you angrily shouted as you looked into the peep hole. “Of course,” you shook your head as you saw who it was.
Opening the door, you saw Sebastian standing there with a coffee carrier and a bag from your favorite donut shop; but his scowl was more evident. You let him enter your apartment and braced for the impact.
“Almost your whole life you knew Chris and you never bothered to tell me?” Sebastian snapped as he set down the coffee and donuts on the table in the living room. You greedily grabbed the coffee, taking a long sip, humming in satisfaction at the taste. “I thought we were best friends Jessica. How could you not tell me that?”
Setting the cup down you turned to Sebastian. Your heart hurt looking at him; it was a different kind of hurt from the way it felt to look at Chris. This time it was your own guilt.
You ended up telling Sebastian the whole story. How you became his neighbor when you were only five, to spending nearly every day with him up until graduation, and how you had hopelessly fell in love with him. Then you talked about how he moved away and slowly stopped responding to your texts and calls; you even threw in Chris’ story that he told you last night.
“Damn,” Sebastian said, taking a bite of his donut.
“I know,” came your quick response.
The two of you were quiet as you ate your breakfast and drank your coffee, letting everything sink in from the last 12 hours.
“I just don’t know what to do Seb,” you finally spoke up.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, do I forgive him? Do I just pretend nothing happened and go back to being normal? Or do I hold a grudge and let him know how it feels? Ugh, I don’t know.”
Sebastian chuckled, earning a glare from you. “You are still in love with him,” he spoke with a smile. “You sit here and tell me that you had moved on from him and you don’t have those feelings anymore, but it’s obvious you still love him.”
“I’ll always love him Sebastian. I’m just not in love with him anymore.”
“Bullshit and you know it Jess. I’ve known you for the last ten years. When was the last time you even dated someone? Hell when was the last time you got laid?”
You blushed at his remark, knowing the truth. You had tried to date a few people here and there, but you always ended up comparing them to Chris. As for getting laid? Yeah that had been quite a few years ago.
“Look, just go back home to Sudbury next week, get the house in order to sell, and while you are there, just talk to him,” Sebastian offered.
Leaning your head on his shoulder, you let out a deep sigh. At first you were excited to go back to where you grew up, get the house sold, and be done with it all. But knowing Chris was going to be next door again, you were unsure of how to feel.
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Let’s Start at the End - Chapter 10
This chapter isn’t long or very good but it's important to the story so you're going to have to put up with it for now. I'm posting this to clear my conscious for the new year and hopefully keep on top of my writing. However, I have started a new WIP which I would like to post but first need to get a decent way through so the updates are going to be much better. Enough with the rambling, on with the story.
Jessica towered over the bay window, the same scowl for the now-familiar face. “Every time you show up alone I get more suspicious.” Placing a bowl of marshmallows down with more force than necessary. “I’ve known Rem for years, given a chance, he would come to his favorite cafe with his boyfriend in a heartbeat. But here we are you have come the past four days straight and I haven’t seen him at all.”
“He’s at home, and I’m by myself because he is better off without me.”
She crossed her arms raising an eyebrow completely missing the sorrow-filled tone. “Yeah, that’s bull. I just said I know him, and I know that the expression he has every time he is with you… he never looks at anyone else that way.” She drifted off at the end.
“Well the world must be against me because all his friends don’t like me, and the funny thing is that you said you two were friends, so correct me if I’m wrong.” Dee shuffled around a bit so his back was against the window and was facing Jessica. His expression held nothing but disinterest, he already knew the answer.
She blinked a few times, released a sigh and joining Deceit at the bay window. “Fine, you got me. The least I can do is listen to you. So spill, what went wrong. You better not have taken a photo of him when he was sleeping because; one that’s creepy and two Remy can not look that good when sleeping it has to be a conscious thing. If I’m wrong then he is, like, the master of Sleep.”
Dee watched her closely, hoping he could understand her, has Remy told her about their secret, is she really swooning over him now, and she seems to be easily distracted. Even humans without sides had a lot going on in there heads. “Don’t be ridiculous. I didn’t do anything like that to him. It’s more what my relationship with his friends is like, which isn’t the best.”
“How do you and his friends know each other?”
The best lies have some truth. “We work together.”
Remy must be vague as well because Jessica was familiar with the routine. “And where do you work?” Other than her need for constant answers this was going well.
“Court” Spoke too soon.
“Your a lawyer that awesome. Remy never mentioned it. Can you help me with some speeding tickets?”
“Yes, don’t speed and you won't get them.”
Jess huffs, rolling her eyes. “They are not actually mine my boyfriend just took my car out without my permission.”
He wanted to say no but he also doesn’t want this girl to hate him, plus from what she said she sounds innocent. “You know what? Sure, but not today. Not feeling up to it after what happened between me and Remy.”
“Something did happen!” She seemed awfully happy with herself. “Please please please tell me.”
“Fine, I left him. I had too, he isn’t upset so you don't need to try and fix this because you are worried for him. I said before he is better off without me.” Deceit drew out a sigh, no matter how suspicious it sounded she had to know. “Just don’t mention me, when you see him.”
Jessica clearly didn’t know what to say, she nodded and paused, she was going to ask, she is the type of girl who rules with curiosity. “On the house” well that wasn’t expected. “Your order, it’s for free. It’s the least I can do.”
“Thank you, and your wrong, it wasn’t the least, it quite a lot.” Deceit did not one bit feel choked up, those were not tears welling in his eyes, no that’s ridiculous. You’re crying!
“Feel free to come here at any time Dee”
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“We’re back!” Remy announced in a sing-song voice to Logan and Roman who were watching big hero six on the TV as a compromise between the two. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted anything so we bought a blueberry muffin and a donut.”
“Dibs on the donut,” Roman said as he abandons the movie, taking a brown paper bag off Remy. “Logan, you want the muffin?”
Logan pauses the TV joining the rest in the kitchen. “That sounds quite enjoyable, thank you, Remy.”
The function slid the desired object across the countertop. “No probs babes. So what’s been happening scenes I was hibernating?”
Roman, with his face half full, said, “Me and Logan are dating.” He looked to Logan. “We are right?”
Logan couldn’t help the soft smile, he was such a dork, they both are. “Yes that is an adequate way of describing it
“When were you two a thing?” Remy asked as he jumped onto the counter ready for ‘storytime’.
“I don’t understand, define ‘thing’. We have always existed it’s not like you have just discovered us, which anyway you would be wrong to call us things and not people.” Logan adjusted his glasses as if proud of himself.
“Awe, your adorable hun, but I meant like in a relationship.” Logan deflated a bit pulling a blank card out of his pocket, writing the word on it. “Roman, you lucky you got someone who is as big of a dork as you.” He then takes a long sip of his Starbucks holding eye contact with both Roman and Logan. “Do I seriously have to beat it out of you. How did it happen?”
Virgil joins Remy on the counter. “It went from funny to gross real fast. Roman kissed Logan on the cheek and he straight up bluescreens. As you would expect from a prince he takes this opportunity to make out with Logan-”
“That is not what happened!” Virgil and Remy stifle their laughter behind their hands. Remy pushes down enough laughter to make kissy faces at Roman. “Shut up!” he screeches faces as red as his sash. “Patton you’re the dad make them stop!”
Despite finding the situation amusing himself, Patton signs for them to calm down. “Ok, ok boys time to settle down.”
Remy hops down again heading out of the kitchen a large smirk on his face. “Whatever, I’m gonna go take a nap. ‘Later.”
Logan blocked his way with a puzzled look. “You have slept for three days straight.”
Remy sent a smirk his way peering over the top of his glasses. “Excuse me nothing I do is straight.” He then spun around throwing his nearly empty cup and bouncing it off the side of the bin, spilling all over the floor. “Koby!” and then spun back to Logan, who left his position to go clean up the mess, taking his opportunity to run off to his room. “Later ladies.”
“What an ass.” Mumbled Roman under his breath as he helps Logan with the spill.
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1. Your band and QR are scheduled to be guests on a film soundtrack, so you go to the studio. When you get to the recording booth, you see a body facedown in the corner. Your initial reaction is concern, but Bonham and Sean go and ‘poke it with a stick’, so to speak. Nothing happens, so Bonham kicks it. Still nothing. Sean then proceeds to flip it over, and you all see that it’s a CPR dummy used for stunts. How do you all react to knowing it’s fake? Is anyone creeped out?
Sean, Linus, and Erik breath a sigh of relief. Kevin is annoyed that it was there. Rudy and I are creeped out. and Carlos goes, “Aww, I wish it was a real person.”
2. It’s summer and it’s Chrissy’s 4th birthday. You, your band, Tom and his band, Bonham, Kevin, and QR are all outside with the kids and their friends, and since it’s summer you’re all wearing tank tops of sorts. At one point Chrissy goes up to Bonham and says, “Skyler wants to know why you always wear the same tattoos, aunt Bons.” Her little friend blushes next to her. You, Tom, Kevin, and Rudy are the ones within earshot of that question. How does Bonham answer the question and how do you all respond?
Bons gets down to their level and goes, “Because they are always in my skin. I can’t change them.”
Me: It’s like how mommy’s never changes remember.
Kevin and Rudy are giggling a bit over how cute the scene is and Tom is drinking a beer and talking to one of his bandmates.
3. You and Bonham are sitting at a table in your school library one day working on homework with your new friends Randy and Kevin. At one point, Bonham is mumbling a tune to herself when Kevin stops working and sits up. “What is it?” you ask. He says, “I hear angels, what is that?” Randy looks to Bonham who’s still engrossed in her work and says, “Are you singing to yourself?” She looks up and says, “Yeah, was I bothering you? Sorry I’ll stop.” She blushes and goes back to work. How do the three of you respond to that little exchange?
Me: That was so good. We need to start a band.
Randy: Yeah you should totally start a band. They’re a lot of fun.
Kevin: Yeah you should.
4. Bonham and Kevin are over at yours and Tom’s one day when your kids (aged 12-17) come home from school. Immediately as they enter the door, Sam looks at Bonham and says, “You have depression face.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” she asks. “Your face is like, saggier than normal. and you have dead eyes. Depression face.” How does Bonham react to this, and how do you, Tom, Kevin, Chrissy and Cassie respond?
Bons: I do not.
While she looks away
Me: Yes, you do. I’ve known you long enough to know when you do.
Tom: What’s bothering you?
Kevin: Yeah
Cassie comes over and gives Bons a hug before whispering, “Love you, Auntie Bons.” In her ear and Chrissy looks at her with a concerned face.
Chrissy: Are you going to be ok, Auntie Bons?
5. Bonham’s trying to get you and Tom into Family Guy so you guys will watch it with her and Kevin. At one point, Tom says, “This show is literally just animated and voiced-over references to other stuff.” “Family Guy exists to remind you that there are good things out there, it can’t stand on its own.” Kevin replies, a little too quickly. How do you, Bonham, and Tom respond?
Me: Yup. I agree with Kevin.
Tom: I don’t get this show it’s really stupid and grates on my nerves.
Bons: Do you all just hate it? How?! It’s good.
6. You and your new school friends Kevin and Randy are visiting to the college band’s concert to see Bonham play her instruments (she’s in the concert band, symphony orchestra, and jazz group). During the show, she looks a little off, and when the jazz combo finally goes on and they each take a standing solo, she sways a bit. You don’t think much of it, so when it’s over you and Kevin wait in the atruim for her while Randy goes back to help her carry all her instruments out. Soon the atrium clears and you two are the only ones left. You eventually find the backstage area, and when you get there, Randy, who never yells at anybody, is talking angrily to her stand partner, asking him, “Why did you let her go onstage? She’s so sick she can barely stand!” The stand partner just says, “She’s principal. She has to show up or there would be no clarinet solo.” How does Randy react to this, and what do you and Kevin say?
Randy: Ok but you should have a backup just in case.
Me: Bons let’s get you back to our room so you can rest up you don’t look so good
Kevin: seriously dude, you should have just let her go home. Invest ina backup.
7. You and Bonham are going to one of QR’s parties, and when you get there, Bonham immediately asks where the drinks are. Someone says, “In the bathroom. Upstairs and to the right.” That’s an odd place. You go there anyway, and sure enough, the bathtub is full of alcohol, and a mischievous Kevin and Randy are mixing it. What do they say when you get there? Do you have some of the mystery punch?
Randy: Hi, welcome to the bar.
Kevin: Care for a drink.
Me: I am not having the jungle juice no way you guys mix stuff too fucking strong.
Bons: Why is it in the bathroom? People piss and shit in here. It’s very unsanitary.
8. You and Tom and Kevin and Bonham are out to lunch one day when a fan comes up to you. She gushes to everybody except Bonham. Not common, but not unusual. At one point, Kevin asks why she’s not talking to Bonham. The fan says, “Well no offense to you, Mr. DuBrow, but she’s slept with most of Quiet Riot over the years. I don’t trust her. That’s not what you do.” How do you all respond?
Me: Hah, have you seen Kevin’s body count including me? He slept with all the women in our band including Jess.
Kevin: Hey!
Tom: Jesus, lady, with the way you’re dressed you should be more concerned with yourself. You look like you need the metal gods...or Jesus.
9. You get a call from Kevin one afternoon when you’re out with Tom. “Bonham is in the hospital. It’s nothing serious but I thought you should know.” “What? Why?” you say. “Apparently she hasn’t eaten anything since Friday. She passed out. What’s your excuse? … She says she forgot. That’s crap. Anyway, I just thought you should know.” He hangs up. How do you and Tom respond?
I book it to the hospital and start to lecture her about taking care of herself while Tom and Kevin sit back since they wouldn’t be able to get a word in edgewise.
10. Bonham comes back to your dorm room after a bass clarinet lesson. Randy and Kevin are there. You ask how it went and she says, “It’s hard to move all the air I need to. The teacher said to picture a donut at the back of your throat, it’ll keep it open.” Before you can respond Kevin says, “Or this dick.” You choke on your water a bit and Randy laughs. How do you respond, and what do Bonham and Randy say?
Me: Kevin! Seriously? Don’t be a fucking creep.
Randy: That’s just Kevin
Bons: Excuse me while I go throw up in a toilet.
11. Bonham and Jay got called back to their high school to speak on a panel to seniors about life after high school. You and Tom and Kevin and Kenna (Jay’s girlfriend) all go to watch, and Chuck, her brother, is in the audience. The talk goes well, Jay tells of his military escapades and Bonham makes light of the times being in a band. Afterwards, the principal corners them when they meet up with you guys and says to Jay, “Phenomenal job, sir. I’m proud to have you defending my country. But as for you,” he looks to Bonham, “You were a disgrace. You didn’t take anything seriously. You only tried to make them laugh. What do you have to say for yourself?” She just snorts a little and says, “You told us to be honest, I’m not gonna lie. It doesn’t matter what you do as long as you love it and can make money.” How does the principal respond, and what do you all (you, Tom, Kevin, Kenna, Jay, Chuck) respond?
Principle: I mean...but...
Tom: Jesus dude, your thinking is ass backwards.
Me: Seriously dude we have fun and make money a job doesn’t have to be dreary
Kevin shakes his head at the dude.
Kenna and Jay are annoyed and Chuck goes, “Jesus dude. Way to crush someones spirit.”
12. You and Bonham always have music going, but she only plays Hoyt Axton when she’s homesick or sad. One day, you bring Kevin and Randy over to your dorm and when you get in Bonham’s looking at a piece of mail, this song by Hoyt Axton is playing, tears are leaking from her eyes, and she’s just mumbling one line from the song, which is, “They can’t take that away.” How do you three respond to that little scene, what does the mail say, and what does Bonham say to you guys?
I pull her into a hug. It’s a letter from her friend Jay he’s away in the military and she hadn’t heard from him in a while.
Bons: I really miss him.
I hug her, “I know I know. Bons.”
Randy and Kevin pull her into a hug and we have a huge group hug.
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1) You, your singer, Kevin, and your singer’s friend Ash went to the movies to see the film Bohemian Rhapsody. Halfway through the film, you look over to see Ash completely headbanging to the music and your singer tapping her foot to the beat slightly and bopping her head. How do you and Kevin react?
2) You, your singer, Kevin, and Rudy are piled into the car because your singer is taking you somewhere fun. But she won’t tell you where. You pull up on an old garage looking building in a residential neighborhood in the middle of nowhere and she goes, “Here we are.” You look up at the sign to see it’s a pinball parlor. What do you, Kevin, and Rudy say and how does it go?
3) You, your singer, Kevin, and Randy are at a school function. While there, you find that they have karaoke. Kevin goes up and selects a Quiet Riot song to sing along to. Which makes you, your singer, and Randy roll your eyes. Afterward, the worker takes back the microphone and says, “Well...that sucked.” How do you, Kevin, your singer, and Randy respond?
4) You and your band are performing at a concert when all of a sudden, someone jumps up on the stage. He’s clearly drunk and stumbles over to your singer where he tries to take her microphone. Your singer wrestles with him before punching him in the face which knocks him out cold. How do you, Sean, Linus, and Erik respond?
5) Your singer is dating a college friend of hers right after she broke up with Kevin. The paparazzi have been trying to get pictures of them together for a while and one day you get a call. The person on the other end says that your singer has gotten into a minor accident while trying to evade the paparazzi. You rush down to the hospital to find your singer sitting on the bed and her college friend pacing. “Is it always like this? Do they never leave you alone? Are they never going to leave us alone?” What do you and your singer say and how does Mick respond?
6) You come over to your singer and Tom’s house to help them hang a painting. The entire time you’re there you and Kevin get this really creepy vibe from it. Your singer claims it’s haunted and she hates it but Tom loves it. Once you get it hung on the wall, about a half hour later you hear a crash and find that the painting has fallen off the wall and the glass broke. How do you, your singer, Tom, and Kevin respond?
7) It’s game night at your singer and Tom’s house and your singer brings out Clue. You, Kevin, your singer, Tom, Rudy, and Carlos are playing. How does the game go? Who plays each of the characters? Who wins?
8) You, your singer, and Kevin are at a Cinderella concert to support Tom and the boys. You’re in the front row and you can hear the guys conversation behind you. It’s about Quiet Riot. At one point one of the guys says, “Isn’t Kevin DuBrow dead? I thought he died.” Kevin whips around and goes, “I’m right here in your face, dude.” How do the two guys respond and what do you and your singer say?
9) Your band has been around for a very long time and one day, your manager comes up to you and your band and goes, “This film company would like to make a film starting at the beginning with you, BabyCarrot, Jess, Rhett, and Daryl all the way up to the current lineup of you, BabyCarrot, Sean, Erik, and Linus. What do you say?” How do you, your singer, Linus, Sean, and Erik respond? Do you say yes?
10) During the first day of filming the movie, you and your singer are waiting for shooting to start when your singer looks to the right. “Oh my god,” she hits you on the arm. You look with her and you find yourself looking back at two younger versions of yourselves talking with a young Randy and Kevin. Your singer tears up a bit. How do the two of you respond and what do the actors say when they come over to you guys?
11) You and your singer are drinking with Crüe and your singer has gotten very very drunk. All of a sudden, she leans on Mick and goes, “You know...you look like my boyfriend. Are you sure you’re not my boyfriend?” How does Mick respond and what do you, Nikki, Tommy, and Vince say?
@osbournebemydaddy your move, Bons :)
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I just read your valentine one shot and your are natural at writing ✍️ Can you do another one where Kara is surprised because Lena doesn’t have a Netflix account and Lena been Lena buy Netflix the next day
Glad you liked the Valentines one-shot! It was super fun to write even though fluff is definitely not my area of expertise. I usually would much rather dabble in angst and heartbreak if I say so myself. This was also really fun to write, I wanted to make it a bit longer but the longer I write for this, the more I’ll be ignoring PI (Hello, my procrastinating ass -_-)
Also, credit to this prompt goes to @karalovesallthegirls (if I’m not mistaken) for this post that they made a while back. Hope you don’t mind I kinda played around with it a bit.
“Ms. Luthor, this isn’t something you can just… Buy out of the blue.”
“I suggest you don’t tell me what I can or cannot buy. Get me whoever owns the company at the moment on the phone or so help me God I’ll find someone who can.”
Lena slammed the phone down on yet another board member who was stupid enough to question yet another one of her investments.
“Isn’t something I can buy,” she mumbled to herself before scoffing, “I can buy whatever the hell it is I want.”
So there has been a list.
A list of investments that Lena isn’t exactly proud of. Investments that had absolutely nothing to do with L-Corp whatsoever. A list of investments that Lena wouldn’t have even considered prior to a certain blonde walking into her life.
Over the course of her friendship with Kara Danvers, Lena had bought various donut shops for the sake of them rethinking their rash decision of discontinuing one of Kara’s favorite donut types.
Who do they think they are? Discontinuing THAT donut type and putting a pout on Kara’s face where there should only ever be a smile!
That same pout resulted in Lena’s decision of buying 13 - or was it 16? - chinese restaurants within the vicinity of Kara Danvers’ usual route. Her only demand as their new boss was to open until midnight and serve potstickers at any given time of the day.
This was all a result of Kara one day saying “Awww It’s past 9 and that Chinese place I told you about is probably closed by now” . And of course there was that domineering, mind controlling and oh so fascinating pout.
And that was it for Lena.
The next thing she knew she was buying not one, not two, but all the Chinese places within the area and demanding they stay open - with an exceptional raise of course - as well as serve potstickers on their breakfast, lunch, and dinner menus.
The list continues with various restaurants bought, specific donut types doubled, flower shops purchased, and a few random investments that Lena couldn’t even begin to remember.
And now, here she was again. Buying Netflix. Because Kara Danvers used that pout when she found out that Lena didn’t own Netflix.
“What do you mean Bruce Wayne has already made an offer on it?” Lena’s patience was running thin. She had a million other things she needed to do but she still pushed this to the top of her list because well…A crush is a crush and she can’t help herself. “Well how much is he offering? Anything more than any other offer? Is that what he said?”
Bruce Wayne and his cocky way of conducting business.
Lena pressed the intercom on her phone, “Get me Bruce Wayne on the phone now please,” she ordered, exasperated.
She sighed and clicked her pen repeatedly, “Bruce Wayne. Why on Earth would that man need…” she muttered under her breath before her assistant’s voice sounded over the intercom.
“Bruce Wayne on the line for you Ms. Luthor.”
Lena picked up the phone a little too quickly, “Bruce,” she greeted rather hurriedly.
“Lena,” he greeted back politely, completely unaware of the clicking pen in Lena’s hand, “It’s been a while since I’ve heard from you. How’ve…”
“Bruce I’d really love to catch up but this is more of a favor kind of call.”
That seemed to surprise Bruce, but he composed himself quickly, “Alright. What do you need?”
“I want to buy Netflix,” Lena blurted out. She didn’t have time to waste on pleasantries.
There was a long silence on the other line and then, “Oh.”
“You have an offer on it.”
Lena could almost sense a hint of nervousness coming from Bruce’s voice coming from the other end of the line, “Umm yeah I do.”
“I really need to buy the company, Bruce. And I’m sure Wayne Industries doesn’t truly need an entertainment company to add to its…”
“Lena, you know I’d love nothing more than to help. But this…” Bruce seemed reluctant.
“But you don’t need this.”
“Neither does L-Corp. Aren’t you all about curing cancer and matter reconfiguration?” He retorted.
“Yes, but…” Lena was finding it harder to keep the real reason she needed the company at bay, “Well what do you need the company for anyway?”
“I umm well it’s a really good investment and it makes good money for my company.” Bruce replied.
Lena sighed, “Ok fine. I’m buying the company because someone I have a tremendously ridiculous crush on asked me to.”
Bruce was silent for a few seconds, “I see.”
“It’s quite embarrassing I know. I never have crushes. I haven’t the slightest clue as to where this one had shown up from. But it somehow did, and this crush has more than once been somewhat of a…
“I’m buying Netflix because of someone I like too,” Bruce suddenly blurted out.
Well, that was unexpected.
“Oh,” she found herself simply saying.
Just then, the image of her infatuation walked into her office being all bubbly smiles and beautiful sunshine. Lena waved for Kara to come in. Bruce was explaining how ‘like’ was such a strong word and that he much rather call it something far less serious.
“Bruce,” Lena hissed into the phone, resulting in him shutting up, “Listen I really need this. I really think this is my shot at finally getting the girl. Look I promise i’ll help you with your thing if you do this one thing for me. I gotta go, now. Bye.”
And with that she hung up and looked up at Kara who was still smiling like she had just gotten a puppy.
“Kara!” Lena got up from behind her desk to do the thing she thinks way too much about. Hugging Kara Danvers.
“Lena,” Kara wrapped her arms around her shoulders, the embrace tugging on Lena’s heartstrings. “You didn’t have to end your phone call on my account. I could’ve waited.”
“Nonsense. I was finished with that call anyway.”
They both went on there usual routine of sitting on the couch and passing lunch orders between them.
Lena cleared her throat before speaking, “I was just getting Netflix actually,” she mentioned casually.
Kara’s head perched up, looking at her, “Oh, really? That’s great! This is huge!”
“It is. I mean it sure costs as much.”
Kara laughed as though Lena had just made the funniest joke, and Lena was too shocked and embarrassed to ask what was funny, not to mention she was a tad bit proud of herself for making Kara laugh in a heartfelt manner. She was not about to put a stop to it by asking what exactly was funny. She found herself adding in her own small laugh into the mix.
“But it’s worth it I promise,” Kara finally said.
Lena looked at her longingly, “I sure hope so,”
“You know what’s sad, though?”
Lena dug her fork into her salad, her focus on catching that small piece of tomato, “What?”
“Netflix doesn’t have all the Disney movies out there.”
The CEO’s head suddenly snapped up at the sound of Kara’s pout, “Oh? It doesn’t?” and surely enough there it was: the famous pout that tore at Lena’s heart.
“Mhmm. There are so many good ones that aren’t on Netflix,” Kara nodded, taking another bite out of her own plate.
“And that… umm that saddens you?” Lena’s hand on its own accord began slowly sliding towards her phone on the sofa beside her.
“It does,” Kara replied, completely unaware of Lena’s thumb typing on her phone, “I mean you can’t have a movie marathon with only some of the Disney movies, now can you?” she shrugged.
“No, you absolutely cannot,” Lena said distractedly, most of her attention on the words she was typing on her phone.
Jess, get me whoever is in charge of Disney movies on the phone after my lunch break with Ms. Danvers.
Satisfied with the message, Lena focused back on finding out more about how to erase that pout off of Kara’s beautiful face, “And what… umm what else isn’t on Netflix that you would want added to the company?”
Kara gave her a look that Lena had absolutely no clue what it meant, but she said nothing and instead looked up in thought, her fork hovering in the air, “Well, definitely that show Merlin. I heard it’s really good. It’s got dragons and stuff. And a really really pretty princess that turns evil.” Kara suddenly clasped her hand on her mouth, “Oops, I just ruined it for you!”
Lena smiled at Kara, “A pretty princess that turns evil, hmm? Sounds intriguing to be honest,” she commented, taking a slight peak at where her thumb was typing at her phone.
Also, Merlin.
“That’s what Alex said. I still haven’t watched it.”
Lena felt her phone vibrate at the reply coming from her assistant.
Merlin who?
“Anything else?” Lena arched a brow, her face showing none of the frustration she was feeling at her assistant not understanding immediately what she wanted. Her thumb skillfully typed away quickly at the screen while her eyes never left Kara’s.
Get me Merlin on the phone. The show. Something about a pretty princess turning evil.
Kara chuckled after taking a sip of her juice, “I don’t know. There are plenty of things that aren’t on Netflix that I wish were there. I would just bore you with endless…”
“Oh no, please. I’d like nothing more than…” Lena felt another vibration from her phone and smiled when she read Jess’ text.
I’ll… look into it Ms. Luthor.
“So, tell me more about this pretty princess that you seem to really like,” Lena said.
I might complete it later on with Kara’s reaction, who knows!
#supercorp one shot#one-shot#supercorp#lena buys netflix#lena just loves buying things for kara#just leave her alone okm#she's desperate for affection and she doesn't know how to ask for itk#ask#anon#netflix#lena luthor#bruce wayne
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5. Donut, 1304.
“Tell me more about Alabama, is there any family of yours left?”
We’re enjoying the sandwiches she’s made, everything is perfect, mostly the view I have of my angel, sitting on the blanket I spread on the grass near a little creek, sunbeam dancing on her beautiful features.
OK. Let’s sum up what nonsense my life has been before her.
“Alabama was wonderful, as long as my mother was still with us. The scum of the Earth that was my father owned a farm where my brother and I worked hard. He let my mom die from the flu, spending the slightest penny in alcohol. No money left for the doctor. She died the winter of my 17 years. I left without looking back after I buried her, alone in the cemetery, my bro and that dickhead too busy to celebrate the funeral getting wasted with fake booze. I did odd jobs through the state before signing up for the army which became my real family. I remember thinking… nah, it’s silly.”
Her sweet gaze encourages me to go on, as my fingers tear blades of grass and daisies up from the ground.
“I remember thinking I could be closer to her up there, I liked to picture her face in the clouds. That’s how I became a pilot.”
I chuckle, I’ve never opened up to anyone before. I don’t want to sound too whiny or childish, though I don’t feel like she’s judging me. I feel like I could spit all my sins out and she would still stay here with me.
“I’d like to go back to Alabama when the war ends, back to the farm if it still exists. You know to do something else than blowing up things. I want to build things with my bare hands, I dream of better days, a simple life, a family… Sorry, this sounds so boring…”
The truth is I’ve started dreaming about building a family since the first time we talked.
“Please, no, I like to hear you speaking of better days. I find it…”
“Cute?” I lift an eyebrow, teasing her.
“Yeah, cute.” She laughs.
“What about you? How does a beautiful angel like you end up in a military base in the middle of the Pacific?”
“I’m sorry to tell you your life doesn’t deserve the award of the saddest story of the year. My dad was a Colonel of the U.S. Army. Both my parents died 3 years ago in a car accident. As a ward of state, I was sent to a boarding school for girls, while my older sister married Gessepp who was a friend of our father. He’s 15 years older than Jessica but he used to be nice when he came home for dinner. He helped a lot after they died and when he proposed to my sister, we both thought he would take good care of us. He changed after their wedding.
He turned into a disgusting pig, a drunk, racist, misogynistic asshole, who just treated Jess like shit. He stopped beating her when she was expecting their child, but it’s been twice as bad since Abigail was born. He insisted to call her Abigail "the joy of her father”, fuck me, he hates having a girl. Jess did her best to protect her but she’s been so weak after the birth, she begged me to come here and take care of the baby.“
She pauses, her eyes shining with tears, which makes me love her even more. I hate knowing her sad or upset. Or not safe.
"Does he hit you too?” I ask, figuring out the answer.
She rolls her eyes, only to prevent warm tears to spring from her eyelids. Uselessly.
Brushing quickly her cheek with the back of her hand, she looks at me straight in the eyes, begging me not to go further.
“Please, don’t waste this perfect day with unpleasant things. Let’s say Jess and I do what has to be done to keep the baby safe.”
My blood is boiling in my veins, I wish I could wrap myself around her and never let her go, keeping her safe in my arms, along with Jessica and Abigail.
“One day, Cup. One day after the war ends, when we’re back to America, Jessica, the baby and me will leave him. We will run away from him and settle down somewhere he couldn’t find us and have the peaceful life we want. I could be a teacher and provide for my family. I too dream for better days.”
Oh Angie let me save you. Let’s dream of better days together. Let’s live them together.
I have to cheer her up, I can’t stand the hint of sadness in her eyes. Let’s start a show.
I grab a home made pastry, a donut covered with icing sugar and lift it up, like a trophy.
“OK. You won hands down. Your story is the saddest I’ve ever heard. I have the great honour to give you this well deserved donut as an award for your bravery and strength. I’m proud of you and sincerely stunned by your cooking and sewing skills. I wish you the best for your future, and I hope I could be a part of it.”
“Amen!” She laughs.
I laugh with her, despite I’ve never been more serious.
I lift the donut to her lips, so she can take a bite, then I push it up on purpose, covering her nose with icing sugar.
She startles and looks at me, puzzled, for just a second, before bursting into laughter, I heartily follow.
“No, no!” She grabs another donut and hands it to my mouth.
“You ranked a close second. You deserve this one as an award for being the cutest man I’ve ever met, despite your shitty past and the disability you have to keep your shirts dry and clean. I wish this damn war could end in a couple of days, so you would fly us back home, away from this all this shit.”
“What woman wants…”
I stare at her, my need to take her lips stronger than ever, my stomach burns like hell and her eyes teasing me just fuels my desire.
I snap at the donut she holds before me, but that little devil jerks it back and I almost bite my own tongue.
Smirking mischievously, she teases me again, shaking the donut under my nose.
She fools me twice before I grab her wrist, pull her hand to my mouth and take a huge bite of the donut, like a half of it.
It’s jelly filled. Raspberries. Delicious.
She bursts into laughter again while I chew the huge piece, trying my best not to choke or spit it out as I laugh with her.
My mouth and chin are covered with jam that’s running down, she quickly swipes it with her fingers, which unwillingly end up in her mouth.
Her laugh stops as she realizes she’s licking her fingers, my own face crumbling into pieces obviously showing her the hotness of the moment.
I swallow hard as my grip on her wrist tightens, my thumb stroking gently the soft skin of its back.
She on purpose takes her time to lick each drop on her forefinger, ending with a pop that sends shivers through my spine. The way she looks at me doing that… Oh God help me!
I’m close to eating her up, my brain shouts at me
“Kiss her now!”
My guts twist painfully, the drool in my mouth tastes metallic, you know that little thing just before you kiss someone for the first time.
I know that feeling, I’ve kissed a ton of chicks before. Except that I’m in love with her, like, totally.
And it freezes me, I’m paralyzed. My brain shows me billions of flashes of me kissing her lips but my body refuses to move.
I know, I feel she wants it too, as badly as me, by the way her eyes caress my lips.
She slowly raises her fingers back up to my face, brushing lightly along my jawline, wiping the rest of the jam off the corner of my lips, then letting her fingertips wandering along my bottom lip. So slowly.
God strike me down if I’ve ever lived a sexier moment in my damn whole life.
I can’t help, Jesus I try but I can’t help but opening my mouth, moving my lips to kiss the pads of her digits.
The gasp she makes finishes to undo me. Her hooded eyes are begging me for more, and I can’t seriously deceive her.
I open my lips and nip gently at her pads, before licking and sucking on them.
Holy shit I doubt I’ll survive.
Our eyes locked, lost in each others, the world stops existing around us.
Her smile vanishes, her lips slightly open in a sexy pout, I’m gonna die.
The urge to kiss her takes over, my hand lets go off her wrist and runs up her arm, goosebumps rising all the way up to her neck.
My heart is close to exploding as I comb her hair back, my fingers entangled in the jungle of her hair, tilting her head so her lips are offered to me.
She just melts into my touch and let the sexiest sigh out, closing her eyes shut, waiting for more.
My lips land on the tip of her nose, stealing the icing sugar laying there, making the drool multiply under the sweetness of the moment.
I lightly brush my nose against hers as my lips burn to meet hers, so close the air she breathes tickles my face.
Pulling her face to me, I just kiss her.
Gentle and slow.
Her lips under mines are soft and wet
and the sound of her taking small breaks for air between our kisses is a serious turn on.
Like I needed some.
I struggle hard not to use my tongue, afraid she’d think I’m going too fast or too far.
My sweet angel once again surprises me when she slips her tongue out and dares to lick my lips, parting them gently, begging me to deepen the kiss.
I gladly comply and with a grunt, open my mouth and taste her.
Jesus, she tastes like Heaven.
Beside my lips and tongue kissing her and my fingers in her hair, there’s no part of us touching, which is a torture. We’re sitting close to each other but it’s obviously not enough.
My free hand moves around her tiny waist and I effortlessly lift her up and settle her down on me. Her limbs instinctively find their way so she straddles me, her hand grips my collar before stroking the back of my neck, pulling me deeper in the kiss.
She rests on her knees, each side of me, using leverage not to sit completely on my lap.
My hands leave her waist to travel north, her dress is bareback just under her shoulder blades so I have plenty of skin to stroke.
She’s all over me, eating my mouth, I have to fight not to fall on my back. Though I appreciate her enthusiasm, I don’t think I could be able to stop if we laid on the ground. And I don’t want to take her like this.
Oh yes I want to, trust me, but not here, not for our first date.
She told me she’s never been with a man before, being her first kiss is already a blessing.
The gentleman in me knows it’s not the right time, begs me to keep control and my cock in my pants, yells at me to cool down.
I cross my arms in her lower back, just to keep our balance, but it accidentally invites her to finally sit completely on my lap.
Let’s be honest, on my fucking boner.
A loud grunt leaves my lung as she gasps and startles, but quickly melts upon me.
Holy fuck!
Still cleaning my tonsils, she pushes lightly her hips against me and the moan that escapes her mouth screams me how good it feels for her too.
Now glued against my crotch, she starts to rock her hips slowly but firmly and I’m sure this will be the end of my life.
The gentleman supposed to help me to regain control just shot himself, quickly replaced by my old demon who suggests to roll her under me and rip her garment off.
Jesus, I can feel her wetness pooling through my own pants!
“Angie…” she doesn’t hear me.
“Angie, please…”
She hums, still absorbed in kissing my soul and it kills me to end this.
I have to push her back a little to stare gently at her. She’s on fire, it breaks my heart to tell her:
“Angie, baby, we have to stop.”
Puzzled and disappointed she looks at me like to ask if she’s done something wrong.
“We have to stop now before it’s too late. I don’t want us to do something you’re not ready for…
Oh trust me I want you so bad it hurts but I don’t think we should… ahhm…I don’t think I could…
Keep kissing me like this and I won’t answer for your virtue.
She frowns and pouts at first, in a so adorable way it’s hard not to kiss her again, then realizes what I’m talking about and blushes, her cheeks already flushed by our kisses.
She sighs deeply, combs her disheveled hair back then stares at me with an indecipherable look.
"Take off your shirt”
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ART SCHOOL | Q&A with TRIPPER DUNGAN (PDX)
Artist Tripper Dungan creates cartoony, psychedelic, and surreal art, from personified 3D sculptures of cassette tapes and toast to paintings of ice cream cones and succulents. Dungan has been creating non stop artwork since high school, and doesn’t just stick to one medium. From painting, sculptures, to building octahedron geodesic domes, Dungan’s art blurs real objects with his imaginative world where everything is always bright, fun and super weird. We’re excited to chat with Tripper about his art, influences, and learn about his journey in this round of Art School.
Photographs courtesy of the artist
Who are you and what do you do?
I’m Tripper Dungan. I paint 3D paintings and whittle little donut buddies and whatnot.
How would you describe yourself and your art?
I’d say I’m pretty driven and like to make things every day. I try to be kind, and I’m pretty fuzzy (physically). My art is pretty cartoony and leans toward the psychedelic and surreal. I’ve been painting a lot of personified tapes lately.
I like to use art as a vehicle for learning. I recently learned how to make an octahedron geodesic dome for an installation I currently have up at True Measure gallery in Portland. Also black panthers and cougars are the same animal; black panthers just have melanism. It’s like albinism but too much pigment.
Who were some of your early artistic influences?
Chuck Jones, Hanna & Barbera, Ub Iwerks. All of the animators that were making cartoons before they were just for kids. It may sound like a throw away answer, but it’s not. There was so much put into those masterpieces. Some of the backgrounds in those old Popeye cartoon gets a guy like me a little choked up. I also really loved Bill Waterson of Calvin and Hobbs. I wrote him a letter when I was 12 and he sent me back a print of one of his comic strips and a form letter saying he didn’t read my letter.
How did you make the leap from making art to showing art to living as an artist?
For me it was less of a leap and more of searching for and taking opportunities to show at whatever coffee shop, bar, or gallery that I could get into. It was a constant hustle and still is. My cousin Hilary Pfeifer is an artist as well and it’s been super helpful being close to someone that is able to make a living with her creativity since she was a teenager. I could ask her what she thought about an approach I was taking or just look over and say “ok, this can work. It’s hard, but it can work.”
What are your favorite things to work with? Paints, pens?
I love old wood and pulling that acrylic paint across it. Wood readily available and holds so much character. It’s so versatile too. I tend to travel with my art, and the wood can get knocked around a bit too. Acrylic is a nice time saver too. I use a craft acrylic too, so it dries flat. I don’t like a lot of tooth in my paint.
Not only do you just draw and paint, but you’ve been making some amazing sculptures.
Is there a medium you’ve yet to try or are currently working with?
I’d love to do some larger fiberglass sculptures. One of my life goals is to have an outsider art sort of theme park.
What was the first show you ever exhibited in? What was your last show?
It might have been at the library in Las Vegas, when I was in high school. I did a color pencil drawing of a tortoise. I got best in show [brushes shoulder off]. Actually it might have been at the boys and girls club in Santa Barbara when I was 5. I wrote my name backwards in Popsicle sticks. I have mild dyslexia. I’m good though.
How do you approach a day in the studio? What is your process for getting stuff made?
I tend to sketch stuff out first unless I’m making tapes. The tapes are a lot more improvisational, and studies of color and form. After I sketch it out I’ll find the appropriate piece of wood or else I’ll shape a new one. Then I lay down the background. While that’s drying I’ll tend to other projects or start five more. Then I’ll spray black where my foreground is going to be. This helps the 3D effect and makes it pop whether you’re wearing the glasses or not. Then I finish my character up, put on my 3D glasses and enjoy the ride.
What type of music do you listen to when creating? Do you find it helps motivate you or just have it for background noise?
My brain is pretty active when I’m painting or sketching. I’ve been listening to a lot of Brazilian and African psychedelic rock and soul, but I also listen to a lot of podcasts. Painting can be a very solitary act as you know, so it’s nice to have some verbal stimulation. I also throw on everything from MF Doom to Shannon and the Clams to older Beck to the Avalanches new stuff.
What are your favorite Vans?
I’m wearing my black slip-ons right now, but I have a super comfy all gray (even the sole) Sk8 hi that I’m stoked on right now.
Best advice you’ve gotten as an artist? Worst advice?
I think the best advice is “don’t stop”. It wasn’t going to anyway, but you have to keep moving in this racket. The worst advice I’m sure is something someone said at a craft fare. People are apt to say some dumb things to perfect strangers. “You should make hats for dogs”. “You should paint Hello Kitty in a raincoat”. I probably should, I guess. Give the people what they want, right?
What’s next for you?
I have some craft fares coming up. One here (Portland) and one up in Seattle. I get to hang with my art buddies Jesse Hibert and Snaggs.
Follow Tripper
Website | http://numberstar.com
Instagram | @tripperdungan
Tumblr | @tripperdungan
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Vice
Inspired by Vice - Miranda Lambert
Relationship: Lovers
Fandom: Overwatch
Character: Jack Morrison
Jack didn’t want to see you again, ok that was a lie. He did want to see you again. He wanted to hold you again, kiss you again, just be with you again. However, he kept saying that he wasn’t the same. You wouldn’t love the man he had become. But when Winston said that he finally got a lock on your local Ana and Angela practical forced him in the jet. So here he was, in a town in the middle of nowhere. Winston said he tracked you to a bar in the town. Since this town only had one bar you weren’t hard to find. Your voice was the first thing that hit him when he entered the bar.
“I'll wear a town like a leather jacket. When the new wears off, I don't even pack it. If you need me. I'll be where my reputation don't precede me.” You were singing, dressed in a black dress that hit the bottom of your knees. Your voice, your looks, the way you moved to the music. Nothing about you had changed. Once you finished your song you gave a short bow before getting off the stage. Guys were clapping and whistling, a few came up to you asking to buy you a drink. You declined their offers before slipping out the side door to the alleyway. Jack slide through the sea of people. The bar staff was busy so no one would see him. Sliding through the same door as you, the cool night air hit his face. You were sitting on the top step when you looked back at him.
“Can I help you?” Jack caught the annoyance in your voice. It was clear you wanted to be left alone. However, Jack was here and he couldn’t turn back now. You rolled your eyes before looking away from him again
“Y/N L/N. Daughter of Lily and David L/N.” Quickly your head whipped around to look at him. “When you were three you had a pet cat named Donut. Because that the time that was your favorite food.” You stood up from the step looking up to the man telling you things about your life that you hadn’t told anyone in a long time.
“Who the hell are you?” Jack saw your hand moving, you most likely had a gun hidden under your dress. He moved quick pinning you against the closest wall.
“Look at me,” Jack told you before you could try to fight back against him. Jack watched your eyes move over his face. Finally, they rested on his eyes.
“Jack.” You whispered out, almost like a secret you were telling him.
“Ya, it’s me.” He let you go, Jack didn’t know what you were going to do but he didn’t think you would do this.
You punched him, you really punched him. You held your fist other hand. Jack was holding his cheek as he looked at you.
“You punched me.” He said in shock.
“You have been alive all this damn time! You didn’t try to find me till now!”
“To be honest you did make it hard.” You glared at him, the glare that would make anyone stand down; even the once feared Blackwatch leader Gabriel Reyes.
“You're here about the trying to get me to help reform Overwatch right?”
“How did you?” You glared at him once again. “Right. Nevermind.”
“Sure. I’ll go with you only because I have nothing better to do.”
It has been a week since you came back to the Watchpoint with Jack. The old members were so happy to see you again. You were sore with Ana for a bit but that was quickly patched up. However, you flat out refused to talk with Jack. You were in the shooting range with Jesse, trying to find the right gun for you. Jesse was simply here to talk with you. The cowboy and you were once good friends in the old days. Setting another gun down you pulled off your mufflers.
“How about we go for a drink, Jesse. Like old time?” The cowboy was about to reply when Jack walked in.
“Sorry but Jesse has a mission tomorrow.” Jesse took the hint and quickly rushed out of the room. You took your goggles off before taking to walk past him. Jack quickly catch your arm.
“Let me go.” You ordered him.
“No,” Jack said with his hand still wrapped around your arm. “We have to talk.”
“Talk about what Jack!? You left me in the dark. The one person you promise you never would.” You looked at him the pain was clear in your eyes.
“I’m sorry. I-”
“You couldn’t come back, could you? It would have just been too hard on you right?” His grip loosens on your arm allowing you to pull it away.
“After the death of my parents, you and Overwatch was the only family I had. I lost them both in one day. You couldn’t think I could have used with a little pick me up?” Your arms crossed as you waited for Jack to reply or even look at you but he didn’t neither.
“You know. I tried to kill myself about a week after.” That got Jack to look at you to surprise in his eyes that you tried to commit suicide.
“It was right after I sat in the UN Count telling total strangers about our life. I had to tell them everything because I was under oath. Every secret moment we had. Every shared kissed. Every message. Everything I had to tell to total strangers that didn’t give two shits!” Tears started to form in your eyes and you looked at him.
“The only reason I’m alive right now is because of Angela. She saved my ass. Told me she could lose someone else she cared for.” You shrugged your shoulders.
“So ya you coming back wouldn’t have help at all.” Will that you turned to left the room.
“I still love you though Jack. I always will. Just give me some space and time.” Those were your last words to him before you walked out of the room.
“Space and time,” Jack mumbled to himself, as he nodded. He could do that if it meant that someday in the near future you would be in his arms again.
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hello!!!
here is my challenge for today >:) here are the most interesting things/funny things that i saw today!!
ok this first one is me bc the lighting was nice hAHAHAHFSLKDFJLSKFJ and i am very interesting (: to u (: LOOOLLL but yeah i thot the lighting was nice HAHA and my skin is nice thanks birth control!!!!
ok this is. the 2nd one/..so i was just in the mall and i see this and im like kJFDLSKJLXCKVJLJ imagine a family wearing this? IM JFDSLKF i just like specifically how the shirt says fucking KIDDIE....LOOOOLL yah but watch white people wear this. omg i just realized they all have matching bottoms too im going INSANE LOL
3rd thing. OK! like i said!! my cousin plays shooting games...really funny tho!! lOL i did not expect that!!! at least she is a gamer and she draws anime chibis so im like wow. lOOOL #relatable #measakid #wow! she knows what league of legends is so i guess!!! she is a real gamer (but she doesnt know csgo or overwatch, but she is a huge COD fan LOL ???)
4th. i got gongcha and i dont know why this random dude is on the cup LOOOL isnt it most boba places like the cups are clear and stuff?? IDK LOOL philippines gives out like these paper cups and STRAWS TOO OMG..the straw was made out of paper and it got SUPER like...soggy after 2 minutes god please help me LOL
5th!!! this is the view from my hotel room ;_; i dont wanna leave this hotel cuz its so nice and i have my own space away from my actual botch mom...omfg...we hate to see it!!! but its super nice and close to this popular mall (whcih is ok, i am indifferent it is just big) LOL but yah!!! its super pretty sigh TwT lets get a hotel room together sometime again!!!
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ok! for today, i woke up at like...4 am then 5 am...cuz of jet lag. (it really be like that) and then i just lied in bed pretending to be asleep(actually on my phone) so my parents wouldnt bug me!!! today i found out that there are actually lil bugs on strawberries..if u dont wash it thoroughly...scary...i am no longer buying my own fruit and chopping it up HAHA
so like i got up and got ready for the day around like 7 am!! my parents left to go to the gym at 6 and i was like wtf LOL they r probably eating breakfast w/o me..and I WAS RIGHT DUDE I TEXTED THEM and they were like yah come down?? and i got lowkey annoyed like BRO!! why u drag me out here and say u wanna spend ‘famIly tiME’ and then continue to do shit like this LOL but it’s ok!! so the breakfast buffet i went to was super fancy!! here are the photos below
they had filipino breakfast, and then chinese food too o.0 like dimsum! and the lil soup dumplings!! they also had sushi..which was weird!! LOL but it was brunch i guess but at 7 am...LOOOL i had a green smoothie (LMFAO but it was like...not thick consistency it was more like pressed juicery and p like nice consistency! it was mango, spinach, and ginger so it tasted nice!!)
i had fried fish and bacon and then breakfast meat thingy for breakfast!!! and i had a sugar donut!! also i had this filipino dessert that uses like almond jelly/soy jelly, syrup, and boba ^__^ it’s called taho!!
it looks like this! O: i think u would like it hehe
anyways yah my parents kept asking me about my friends/you back at ucla and i was getting rlly uncomfortable cuz they were being oddly nosy....idk how but i ended up talking about how im close to jess lee and my mom told me i should become an influencer to get free shit ~_~ so im like dO U WANT ME TO BE A DOCTOR OR A INFLUENCER LOL which is it!! bro !! so annoying!!!
anyways we just chilled at the hotel room and my young cousin came over n stuff!! my mom left with my aunt to go get her plastic surgery or sumn idk and then me and my younger cousin and dad went to the mall!! that’s where we got potato corner and gongcha LOL
my younger cousin was shy and quiet at first but she opened up once i asked her about video games and she was more comfortable!! when we got back my dad just took a nap but me and my younger cousin (ez) decided to watch horror game let’s plays. she actually like knows some of the horror games i know cuz of horror lp’ers LLOOOL
we watched one called the doll shop?? it was creepy it was like this japanese dude who worked at a doll shop, and he has a doll stored in the back of his private room that’s his ‘favorite doll’ and like literally throughout the game theres posters of a missing girl and then turns out the guy is hallucinating/mentally ill and the favorite doll in his room is like this dressed up corpse of the missing girl im KJDLFKJF I CALLED IT. DUDE LOL i was like yo that guy is fucked up!!!!! i bet he is hiding something!!!
we watched another one called ao oni KFJDLSKFJ its some funny pixel rpg horror chase game and idk it’s funny ill show u HAHAHA it’s dumb bc the monster looks dumb it’s like... SOME BIG ASS PURPLE CHIBI DUDE LOOOL
and then my mom came back whatever and went to bed...cuz my dad wants to leave at fuckign 1230 am for the next place we’re going to...im deceased cuz like i will literally have to nap for 3 hours then sleep another 3-4 hours on the way there and im pISSED CANT WE JUST DEAL WITH THE TRAFFIC LOL i dont want to leave at fcking 1230 am!!! what the heck!!
but yes!! im getting jollibee with my dad and im prolly gunna pack and then get ready for bed ^__^ but that’s my night for today!! ill update you more as it goes along :3
OH ALSO our commissioner says she will give us our lineart for the chibis so ill send that to u later hehe!!!
OK i wanna try giving u a challenge too!! so ur challenge: take the prettiest photo of the sky/view tomorrow on ur hotair balloon!! and tell me if it’s like up!!! plus points if u edit pupy in it LOOOL & also add more songs to the playlist!!
okie!! that’s all for now!! ill update you more tomorrow! hopefully we’ll be able to call tomorrow night or the following morning ;w; its gonna be hard cuz im gonna be out most of the day/on the road but ill try my best!!!
i love you so much bebu!! thanks so much for putting this effort into making it work ;_; it’s a lot more bearable with ur contributions!! u make me so happy !! i am happy pupy too hehe i love you and miss you sososososo much!!! 12 more days at this rate <3 _ <3 i love you! so much, forever, more than anything, with all my heart!!
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Ok since you did a Dean in love headcanon (which I loved!).... What about Sam in love? ❤️
The thing with the Winchesters is that it is incredibly difficult for either of them to admit to loving someone. When they do finally realize it, they don’t think they deserve it. Dean is particularly bad about this but Sam...Sam just hides it better.
He doesn’t remember his mom. He doesn’t have the same memories that Dean does; her singing Hey Jude as a lullaby, fixing tomato rice soup when they were sick, cutting the crusts off of sandwiches. He doesn’t remember hearing Mary say that she loves him. He’s often not sure which is worse, never hearing it or having that and then losing it.
The difference between Sam and Dean though is that Sam had Dean. Dean never said I love you to him either, but he consistently showed him. He protected Sam when their dad was gone, made sure he was fed, read to him, and calmed him down when he had nightmares. Despite getting frustrated with him on occasion, Dean was an amazing older brother. Sam loved John, but Dean...he would do anything for Dean. Everything Sam knew, Dean taught him. Whether it was how to talk to girls, how to clean a gun, how to drive...Dean had made sure he’d known. He’d also taught him compassion, and how to take care of people, especially when those people couldn’t help themselves. So, much like Dean, Sam is more prone to showing his love rather than saying it.
With that being said, he’s more open to discussions than Dean is. He’s more likely to ask if someone is okay, if they need to talk about it. He might mention his feelings briefly, but he’ll direct the attention back to whoever he’s talking to. And Sam remembers everything. It’s amazing, actually, and Bobby always wondered if Sam had a photographic memory. He and Dean both had great attention to detail, but Sam’s mind was like a steel trap. He’s observant, and he uses that information when it’s least expected.
Sam was also lucky enough to have Jess. She’s been the only one that he’s ever said I love you to, and now that she’s gone, he’s terrified to say it to anyone else. He loves deeply, and the fear of being the reason someone else he loves dies, the fear that he’s a monster deep down...he doesn’t feel like he can risk it again.
But when he does...oh my.
It’s going to happen slow for him. Regardless of how they meet, he’ll try to keep his distance because he doesn’t want to ruin it. At first, he’ll notice her as she researches, tendrils of her messy hair in her face, the capped end of the pen between her lips as she chews on it without realizing it. She likes to use pen and paper and books, not the computer, and he’ll fall in love with that. He will notice the little things, like the ink on her fingertips and palms, or how she wrinkles her nose when she starts to get tired. She’s incredibly smart and gives him a run for his money. He’ll do his best to ignore it, but she doesn’t make it easy for him when she leans over his shoulder to look at his computer, or the picture he’s pointing out in a book.
Then he’ll fall in love with how small she is. Everyone is small compared to him, but she’s tiny. Despite her short stature, she’s incredibly strong, and although it took some practice, she’s become a great fighter. He’ll notice it especially when they’re having movie night and she sits on the couch next to him, her small form fitting perfectly into his side when she hides her face during the scary part or falls asleep against him. She’s a contradiction, fragile and unbreakable, and he’ll wish he hadn’t noticed it.
Then he’ll fall in love with how she interacts with people. Dean will give her hell and she’ll give it right back with a smile on her face. She’s practically adopted Jody as her mom and Alex and Claire as sisters, and Garth makes her laugh until tears run down her face. She’s not above binging donuts with Donna, and can throw back whiskey with the best of them. She loves all of them and they love her.
Then he’ll fall in love with how she looks at him. He won’t know if she feels the same way he does or not, but the way she looks at him is enough. Her eyes are wide, sparkling and happy, and he’ll wonder why him, but then he’ll decide not to question it. Those looks alone are enough to get him through the hardest days.
And then, there will be a day where he can’t ignore it anymore. Much like most things that happen with the Winchesters, a hunt goes bad. He will be glad that she wasn’t there; she’d stayed behind because it was supposed to be easy. And against his better judgement, when he gets home he will go straight to her. Because it has suddenly occurred to him that no matter what happens, he doesn’t want to spend even one more day pretending like everything is okay, one more day pretending like what he feels for her isn’t real or is too dangerous. Their lives are dangerous.
When he sees her, sitting in the library in the dim light with pens sticking out of her hastily pulled back bun, he almost hits the floor. When he finally makes it to her, he’ll immediately pull her out of her chair and against him, letting her warmth sink into him, warming his soul and his bones. He’ll hold his large hand against the back of her head, holding her close and smoothing her hair silently. When she can finally get him to pull back, he look into her eyes and she will know. He’ll start to say it, but his voice will give out...and she will still know.
It’s in the way he holds her like he’s afraid she’ll disappear. The way he looks at her, as if she might be the last thing he ever sees. It’s in the way that he’s fiercely protective, but doesn’t try to keep her from hunting with them. The way he reads his favorite books out loud to her when she is sick, and in the way he kisses her....slowly and with purpose. It’s in the way he takes control when they’re together at night, rough but gentle, giving more than he’s taking until she’s had everything she’s wanted.
Sam’s love is large and terrifying, beautiful and rare.
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☆|| *HEAD OVER HEELS FOR KIM NAMJOON?* ||☆ BY : JOONISA (TEAM B.P.O.F.C) •~¤《PART 1》¤~• ▪☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆▪ *Beeep**Beeeep**Ringgg* I stretch out my hand towards my phone and slide the Alarm , I look at my phone's screen with half open eyes *7:00am* , just as usual I drag myself out of my cozy small bed to my washroom. I look up to the mirror and stare at myself, "Waa, Jessie my girl, Are you that beautiful to make Joon fall for you?" I chuckle at my thoughts and kiss my mirror. Don't get me wrong , joon isn't my high school crush , he's my one and only , Kim Namjoon, ah , how do I say this. I'm a BIG fan of the Bangtan Boys and my favorite is that dimple faced cute leader , Joonie.I quickly brush my teeth and move towards the shower cabin and take a warm shower , i step out and wrap myself fluffy pink towel . I dry myself and move over to my closet as I open its door. I look up to the poster of Namjoon stick to the inner side of the closet door next to BTS's Young forever poster, "Oh joon! Stop staring at me like that! You pervert!" I giggle at my words and reach out for my plain white Tee, red flannel and my black ripped jeans. I change into my clothes and do my Daily makeup and hair routine. My hair is slightly wavy from the end with light honey dips at the end of my collar length hair so I usually let it open because a short pony is No-No for Wavy hair. I look at myself one last time before leaving. I give myself an "OK" sign while I look at the mirror, I grab my white pair of converse and wear it while I go downstairs. I look at my phone and it 7:45 already. I don't have any real parents , I lived with my step parents in the US until I was 10 , they weren't like those typical step parents , they took really good care of me and raised me like their own child. I was sent off to Seoul when I was 10 to my aunt because It my original hometown is Seoul as my step parents said, since then, it's been 9 years, I have been living with my aunt, she's more like a friend to me, we chitchat about our lives whenever we feel like, she gives me the best advises to choose and she looks out for me the best way she can. "Bubbles! I'm leaving!" I shout towards my aunts room. I rush out the small house we own and look at my baby, well not a real baby, I mean my Beauts Black Mini Cooper. My aunt isn't poor and my step dad keeps sending her money for me so that's how I can afford all this. I get in and drive to my high school. It's my final year and finally I will get some rest after all these hard years of studying. I play my favorite BTS songs as the ride goes and I sing along. I stop by the nearest coffee shop and grab an Americano and a donut. I don't do breakfast at home , I mostly grab some coffee and a thing to eat. I eat while my way to school.Schools not that far from home. It's now 8:40. "SHIT! IM FKIN LATE!" I scream while moving out the car. I run towards my classroom, practically tripping over my feet while running through the slippery hallway. I just wish Mr. Kim is asleep like he usually is; Mr. Kim is my Math teacher in case you guys are wondering. Finally I made it to my class! I slowly open the door and peak inside and notice that Mr. Kim is asleep, I look over and I notice Jackson waving at me, signaling me to come in quietly. I tiptoe and run towards Jackson and sit on my seat next to him putting my bag on my table. "Where the hell have you been? Stop being so late! It's the final year, Gosh!" Jackson lectures me as I rest my hand over his arm. Jackson and I are not a couple, we've been friends ever since I started here, which is ever since I shifted to Seoul so we've been best friends since 9 years now. We dated for about 6 months when I was 16 but then we thought it wasn't working out and it'd be rather better to just stay best friends so we stopped dating and continued as best friends, we didn't make a fuss out of it, Jackson soon found himself a girlfriend too so it wasn't a big deal for him either. I didn't date because he knew I wasn't the date type unless there's someone really special who he knows is non-other than Kim Namjoon , so he begged me for a date at that time because he liked me and wanted us to give a chance so I did but later he knew that we're better off as best friends. "Stop lecturing me Jack! Gosh you're such a father! Loser!" I answer him with a tease. He gives me a small smile and slaps my hand "don't call me that! Fatso!" he giggles as he says, "I'm not a Fatso! Come here!" I take my hand away from his arm and pull his cheeks as hard as I can while his hands are holding my arms trying to push away. "STOB IT! OWWWW! IM SORRY!" He says as he still struggles to move my hands. I laugh at his dumbness and pull away my hands and rest them back on his arm and we're just about to talk but , The bell rings and we both stand up holding our bags we step out of the class. Its Gym now , we both skip this class ever since because we're not that good at it , well Jackson is good at swimming so unless its swimming he skips it , if its swimming , he attends it while I wait near the pool for him "I'm skipping today, No swimming, do you want to go out for a shake? I got good money today" He winks at me as he stands next to my locker while I put in my books and bag. "YES ! SHAAAKEEE!" I scream in his ear and chuckle, " HEY ! MY EAR! GOD THEY"LL BLEED! STOP!" He puts his hand next to his ear and laughs along. Jackson starts walking in the front as I follow him. "Yah Jack, You tired?" I ask him, "Nah, I feel energetic, why?" He answers while still walking forward. "OH Well then ... HERE WE GO!" I shout and quickly jump over his back, He panics but holds my back with his arms. Now I'm riding on his back and he's constantly sighing and giving me death glares which I find cute as fuk! " Hey! Stop doing this! You're not a kid!" Jackson tells me as he moves out the school towards his car. "So what? I am your lil kiddo bff!" I tell him giving him my cutest smile. "Ew! That's not even cute! Stop!" He says with an annoying face. I laugh constantly , he starts laughing with me aswell. We get in the car and drive off to the café. We both reach the café and step out of the car. Jackson and I walk inside, as we step inside Jackson orders a Nutella shake for me, he doesn't even ask most of the time because all these year He knows my favorite shake. He orders an Alaska for himself and hands over the money to the cashier. We wait for 4 minutes and we grab our drinks and step out the café. We decide to sit in the park near the café rather than sitting in the café .Jackson and I talk and laugh while walking to the park down the street. Just as we were about to enter, Jackson gets a call from his gym teacher, he picks his phone and talks as I stand next to him waiting for his call to end. "Ah, sorry tweets, got to go, schedule changed and I have swimming, you know how much I like it, do you want to go back to school?" Jackson tells me as he slides his phone in his pocket and gives me an apologetic smile. "Nah, you go, I'll stay in the park and come over once gym gets over and don't worry, I got money for the bus." I tell him giving him a nice calm smile. He kisses on my forehead and leaves. I turn away and walk toward the bench under the tree sipping from my shake, I notice someone sitting on the bench writing in his diary, I cannot see his face since he's wearing a grey hood covering his head above his p-cap, he's also wearing a face mask covering half of his face so I can now just see his eyes which believe me are the eyes you'd want to keep staring into. I sit down and put my shake under the bench. I hum randomly as I notice him listening to my hums with complete concentration. I move my hand from my lap in front of him to shake as I say , "Hey, I'm Jessie or Jess, What's your name?" He puts his pen down and shakes my hand and answers me not taking his mask off "Hello Jessie, Nice name and nice hum, I'm Namjoon" My hands freeze as he says that and my mouth opens in a big "O"... *TO BE CONTINUED* Credits:@joonisa(team B.P.O.F.C) Ria~
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I really enjoy your writing style! Supercorp prompt: we now know Lena is actually 24, how would Kara, Alex, Maggie etc... find this out and would her being so young change how reluctant the superfriends are to trust her? I havent seen an author tackle this age canon issue with Lena being even younger than Kara.
Thank you! Hope this is what you had in mind :)
Lenalooks up as Jess knocks and enters her office, a certain blonde withthe ability to mimic sunshine in tow.
‘ThanksJess’ Lena smiles as Kara comes to stand in front of her and wavesa small paper bag at her.
‘Donuts?’Lena questions.
‘I’veseen the news, it seemed like a donut kinda situation…’ Karaoffered as she jiggled the bag.
Lenasighed deeply, one of the scientists for L. Corp had been using thecompany’sresources to work on a sideproject,one that involved creating weapons to ‘protect’ people fromaliens. NCPDhad carried out a raid on the scientist’s apartment and once theweapons had been uncovered it hadn’t taken long for someof the lower level news outletsto jump to conclusions, linking the Luthor name and the anti-alienrhetoric.
Lenapinched the bridge of her nose, ‘I have no idea what I need to doto distance myself from my family name. No, that’s not true…there isnoway. I will always be a Luthor.’
Karaheld out the bag of donuts and Lena took it with a smile. She headedtowards the couch and sat down, taking out one of the donuts andpassing the bag back to Kara.
‘Imean, this isn’t what I signed up for! Did I want to help runLuthor Corp when I was younger? Of course! But that was long beforeI realised what being a Luthor actually meant.’ Lena tore littlepieces off of her glazed donut and alternated between popping theminto her mouth and waving her hand around in exasperation. ‘Now?I’m running a company that no one wants me to run, purely basedupon my last name… I’m only twenty four for god sake! This is notquite how I imagined life after graduation; continually cleaning upthe disaster trail left behind by my family…’
Karalistened; she knew Lena just needed to rant and there were very fewpeople in her life who Lena could let go with. She paused assomething Lena said registered just as she was about to take a bigbite of her donut.
‘What?’Kara questioned.
‘Huh?’Lena responded, stopped in the middle of her train of thought.
‘Howold did you say you are?’ Kara replied, sure she had misheard.
‘I’mtwenty four…’ Lena said slowly, confused as to why Kara felt theneed to clarify her age.
‘Twentyfour…’ Kara repeated, somewhat dumbfounded.
‘Yes!Kara, are you ok?’ Lena asked, starting to get a little concerned.
‘Ijust didn’t realise you we’re that young!’ Kara repliedsheepishly, ‘I’d always assumed you were older than me what withrunning L. Corp and having a Masters degree.’
‘TwoMasters degrees’ Lena grinned.
‘You’rejust… so… young!’Karagiggled, ‘are you sure you should be running L. Corp without adultsupervision?’
Lenarolled her eyes. ‘Are you sure you’re ok getting up to my office,or do I need to install a chair lift for you?’ Lena teased back.
Thebanter continued until Kara had to leave; as she walked towards thelift, she couldn’t help but think about the amount of pressure thatwas on Lena for someone so young.
Thefollowing day Kara hadlunch with Alex and Maggie andas per usual, the conversation shifted round to work related topics.
‘Youshould have seen the stash of weapons this guy had been building’Maggie said, shaking her head, ‘we don’t think he actuallymanaged to sell any, but things could have gotten really bad…’
‘How’sLena?’ Alex asked, ‘Did she really not know what was going on inher own company?’
‘Seriously?’Kara asked incredulously.
‘Ok!I know, but I still have to ask!’ Alex replied defensively.
‘She’snavigating the PR nightmare; I went to see her yesterday, took hersome sweettreatsto help. I think she just feels so helpless at times; nothing shedoes will ever be good enough… She’s spent her entire life beingtold she’s not really a Luthor by the family she was desperate tobe a part of, and now spends her whole time being told all she is isaLuthor. I really wish I could help somehow…’
Maggieand Alex shareda look; it wasobvious that Kara has a bit of a crush on the Luthor, but they haddecided not to push it, but rather let Kara figure things out byherself.
‘Oh!’Kara said with a mouthful of fries, ‘did you know that she’s onlytwenty four?’
‘What?!’
‘No…’
Karanodded, ‘She’stwenty four and running a multi billion dollar company by herself.She has no family andthe only two people she considers to be her friends are actually thesame person!’
‘Inviteher to a film night’ Alex offered, ‘look, you trust her andthat’s enough for me. Invite her and we can get to know her.’
Kara’sstomach flipped at the thought of including Lena at a Superfriendsnight and she quickly textedLena, asking if she was free that weekend.
Lenafelt slightly nervous as she walked towards Kara’s apartment; onthe other side of that door were Kara’s friends and family, one ofwhom had arrested her… Shegave herself a pep talk, took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
Shecouldn’t help the grin that crossed her face the moment she sawKara open the door. She placed her bag down and headed towards thesofa to sit among Kara’s friends.
Karafollowed behind, quickly poured Lena a glass of wine in the kitchenwhich Lena took gratefully and introduced all her friends. She wentto take a sip of her wine but paused when she heard a teasing voice;
‘Ms.Luthor, I’m gunna need to see some ID; can’t have any underageshenanigans taking place with me present…’ Maggie winked.
Winnsqueaked and James covered his mouth to stifle a chuckle.
Lenapaused for a second before it dawned on her; if her age had been ashock to Kara, it must have come as a bit of a surprise to the restof them.
Karaslapped Maggie on the arm and shot her a look, beforesitting down next to Lena
‘Wehave a selection of films to pick from’ Winnpipped up from his cushion on the floor.
‘Thereare some horror films in there, so we got you this…’ Maggiegrinned as Alex leaned over the side of the couch to pick up the bagshe had placed there earlier and popped it on the table in front ofLena.
Kara’seyes narrowed in suspicion as her sister and Maggie as they bothtried really hard to keep from giggling.
Lenaraised an eyebrow and reached for the bag, she laughed when she sawwhat was inside; a cuddly dinosaur.
‘Thatway, you have something to protect you, if you get scared during thefilm…’
‘Guuuuys’Kara whined, ‘you promised to behave!’
‘LookLittle Danvers, we’ve spent the last few months thinking Lena wasnearly thirty, and kinda treating her as such…’ Maggie started toexplain, ‘now we know thatshe is in fact the baby of the group!’
‘It’sfine Kara’ Lena interrupted, ‘the teasing- it’s kinda nice…to be treated as Lena, rather than a Luthor.’
‘Ifyou’re sure..?’ Kara asked concerned.
‘Iam. Plus…’ Lena dropped her voice to a whisper, her heart racingas she leaned in closer to Kara, ‘if I dohappen to get scared during the film, I can always cuddle up to youinstead…’
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