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charlies-gillespie · 3 years

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or what | owen joyner

paring: fem!reader x owen joyner

summary: Owen visits reader while she’s at work, but he causes a distraction when she has a report due in less than an hour ... (11) “don’t be a tease” “or what”

requested: yes

length: on the long side of medium

rating: R

warnings: SMUT. semi-public teasing / touching, semi-public sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

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tag list: @mrsbrookegillespie @screwunsaidemily @towheadblonde @marvelousmendess @littlemissaddict

“What do you mean he wants the report in an hour!” you practically shout to your assistant. “He gave me a week to do it, knowing I have more important reports to do, and now I have an hour and present it to him?”

Your assistant, Lucy, says, “I’m just the messenger, Y/N. You know it’s not up to me what he does or doesn’t want done.”

You groan and put your head on your desk. Lucy closes the door and leaves you alone. You silently curse your boss before you sit back up and start doing the report that’s now due in an hour.

As you type, your assistant knocks at your office door. “If this is another report due in an hour, tell Tyler I don’t want it and to give it to someone else,” you shout.

The door opens and Lucy pops her head in. “There’s a man out here,” she says. “Very handsome, and is looking for you.”

Confused, you look up at Lucy and she swings your office door open further, revealing your fiancé behind her. With a soft sigh, you say, “Owen.”

“Hey, princess,” he says. “I brought you some late lunch. We were supposed to meet at one.”

You look at the time and realize it’s nearly two. “Oh my God,” you say, covering your face. “I’m so sorry, Owen. Tyler sprung this report on me and it’s due in like fifteen minutes.”

Owen smiles and says, “I’ll wait for you to finish your report.”

With a sad look on your face, you say, “I have to present the report after it’s done, and that could take me a while. Owen, I’m so sorry.”

Your fiancé sits down across from you at your desk. You blink at him and he says, “I’m having lunch with my fiancée today. I’ll wait here.”

“I don’t like when people are in my office without me,” you point out.

Owen says, “Then I’ll sit in the meeting with you when you present the report. I’ll just sit beside you and stay quiet.”

You blink at Owen and say, “As long as you stay quiet then I don’t think my boss would mind. He seems to like you. Can I get this report done?”

Your fiancé smiles and gets comfortable in the seat. Owen watches you work.

At first, Owen just staring at you while you work, but you get used to it because you’re used to Owen’s eyes being on you. Not while you work, but you’re used to his eyes being on you.

With moments to spare, you quickly print out the report, putting it in a folder and motion for Owen to follow you. You walk quickly and Owen has to almost job behind you. “Damn, Y/N,” he pants behind you. “I didn’t know you could walk so quickly in heels.”

“Yeah, well, with the possibility of being fired if I don’t get this report to my boss as soon as possible to present it to him, anything is possible,” you say, walking up to your boss’ office. You knock a couple times before you hear someone shout for you to come in.

You open the door and walk in. “Mr. Williams,” you pant. “The report you asked for has been finished.” You hand over the folder with the report you wrote in less than an hour.

Tyler Williams, your boss, says, “Have a seat, Miss L/N.” Then he looks behind you. “Why is your fiancé here?”

Forgetting that Owen was behind you, you say, “Right, um, he came to surprise me with lunch and I told him that I didn’t like people in my office without me. I hope you don’t mind if he sits in, as long as he’s quiet.”

Owen nods and says, “I’ll stay quiet, sir. No comments will be coming from the peanut gallery.” He holds up his right hand as if he’s under oath or something.

Your boss nods and says, “Alright then. Y/N, tell me about the financial report I asked you to work up. How are this month’s financial records looking?”

“It looks like we’re on track for record profit this month, sir,” you tell him. “Our contributors and partners are putting more and more money into our company.”

Tyler looks over the papers in the folder and asks, “One hundred thousand dollars for this month alone? Is this math correct?”

With a nod, you say, “Calculated three times by myself, and I have a master’s degree in finance and a bachelor’s degree in mathematics.”

Your boss’ jaw almost drops to the ground and says, “Well shit. That’s fucking insane. I’m sorry for my language but that’s insane that we’re estimated to bring in one hundred thousand.”

You laugh and say, “I’m not surprised. The company has been rising in the stocks for months now. It was only a matter of time that we hit one hundred thousand.”

Mr. Williams smiles and says, “Thank you for putting this report together, Y/N. Especially on such short notice. Someone reminded me that our financial reports are due by the third Wednesday every month, which is today.”

“It wasn’t a problem,” you say, standing up and shaking your boss’ hand. “I’ll be sure to get those other reports done by the end of the week since I get married on Saturday and am on my honeymoon next week.”

Tyler smiles and says, “If I don’t see you before your wedding, congratulations on your vows, Mrs. Joyner.” You and Owen both laugh before leaving the room. You walk, not speed walk, back to your office. With a sigh, you fall onto the couch in your office.

Owen comes in behind you and shuts the door. “You are so badass,” he says, looking at you. “My wife-to-be is badass.”

With a laugh, you say, “I was just doing my job, Owen. My job is numbers and solving them. It’s nothing special, I promise.”

Your fiancé shrugs and walks over to you, saying, “It was hot. The way you were talking was hot, and badass.”

“Owen-” you start before he puts a finger over your lips. You stop talking and look up at him.

He says, “It was hot, and badass, and I should come watch you work some more.”

“So you can get turned on when I have to present a report to my boss?” you ask, raising your eyebrows.

Owen runs his thumb over your bottom lip, saying, “Well, not every time.”

You’re eye level with Owen’s crotch, and you can clearly see a bulge in his loose grey sport shorts. “It seems like this time,” you say, eyes flickering from the bulge to Owen’s face. He looks down at you and smiles.

“You know, we’ve done a lot, but we’ve never had sex in your office,” Owen points out. “I wonder how it would feel to take you on your desk, or with you bent over your desk.” Your cheeks heat up at bit at Owen’s words. It’s rare that he speaks in such explicit language. It catches you off guard, but his words go directly to your core.

You don’t have anything else planned for the day. No more meetings or anything. You were just going to work on reports. “Sit down and cover yourself for a second,” you order Owen. He obeys you and you call for your assistant.

Lucy pops her head in and asks, “Did you need something, Miss L/N?”

“Yeah,” you say. “You’re free to go on lunch break for a half hour. Take your phone with you and if anyone needs to speak with me, tell them I’m busy for the next half hour.”

She nods and says, “Have fun.” Then she winks at me and shuts the door. You get up and shut the blinds on the window of your door, and the small window beside your door. You lock the door and walk back over to Owen.

Owen looks up at you and says, “I thought that you had some work that needed to be done.”

You gently run your fingers through his blonde hair, saying, “I’m welcoming a distraction. Give me a distraction from work, Owen.”

A mischievous smirk forms on your fiancé's lips and he pulls you down to him for a passionate kiss. You fall onto him, straddling his thighs. Owen’s bulge is pressed against your clothed sex. Just to be a little tease, you begin to grind against Owen.

With a groan, Owen mumbles against your mouth, “Don’t be a tease.”

“Or what?” you say, running your fingers down Owen’s chest.

He pulls back from the kiss, saying, “You don’t want me to answer that question, Y/N. We don’t have enough time for what I would do if you don’t stop being a little tease.”

Your eyes widen and you look down at Owen. “Oh,” you sigh. “Well, then you can just fuck me on my desk. You can show me what will happen if I keep being a tease later on at home.” You send him a wink then get up, walking backward until you hit your desk. You lean against it and watch as Owen gets up off the couch.

Owen smirks and pins your hips against the desk. You stare up at him and he says, “I hope you can rearrange your desk quickly.”

Before you can respond, he pushes everything off your desk and lifts you up onto it. You squeal softly and pull Owen into a kiss. His hands roam your body, eventually sneaking up under your dress. Your fingers have begun working on pushing down Owen’s shorts by the time he pushes your underwear aside and runs his finger between your folds. You sigh softly against Owen’s lips.

“Oh, baby,” Owen sighs. “You’re already ready for me.”

You break the kiss and say, “Always for you.”

He kisses your neck and pushes a finger inside of you. You gasp and bite your bottom lip to stifle any moans that might arise from the pleasure. “Owen,” you sigh, throwing your head back. “Please.”

Understanding what you mean, Owen adds a second finger, pumping in and out of you. He curls them slightly, knowing that drives you crazy.

Trying to stifle your moans, you put your face in Owen’s neck. You nip at the skin softly, definitely leaving a mark right by Owen’s collarbone.

“God, Y/N,” Owen sighs as you work on his neck. Your fingers slide down Owen’s chest to his very prominent bulge in his shorts. You palm him over his shorts and Owen’s breath hitches. “Shit.”

A smirk forms on your lips before Owen pushes up the skirt of your dress and pulling down your underwear. You watch him as he pushes down his shorts and boxers, letting his erect member spring free. An accidental moan passes your lips as you’re reminded about how big he is.

Owen pulls you to the edge of your desk, spreading your legs apart for him. You wrap your arms around his neck as Owen says, “Condom.”

“What about a condom?” you ask, slightly out of breath from Owen fingering you.

Your fiancé looks down at you and asks, “Do you have any?”

You smile at Owen and you say, “We’re planning to have a family anyway. Unless you don’t want to do this right now.”

He smiles back at you and says, “Well, I’m clean and we are planning on having a family so let’s do it.”

Quickly, you pull Owen into a kiss. His lips move quickly and passionately against yours. You pull Owen closer to you, and you feel his tip run through your wet folds. A soft sigh passes your lips into the kiss.

Owen positions himself outside of your entrance before he slides into you. You groan softly as he fills you up. Your fingers slide into Owen’s hair and you grasp softly. “Fuck,” you moan into the kiss.

He lets you adjust to him real quick before he begins to thrust slowly into you. You let out a soft sigh. He feels so good inside you. Just him.

You lay on your back across your desk as Owen thrusts get faster and deeper. “Fuck,” you cry out as his tip grazes your spot. Owen pulls up your legs and rests them on his shoulders. You gasp as he thrusts harder into you.

A wave of ecstasy overcomes your as you’re pulled closer and closer to your climax. Your back arches off your desk and Owen pins your hips to the wooden desk. Your moans are no longer as quiet as you wanted them to be, but you don’t care who hears you. You’re just enjoying getting railed on your desk by your fiancé.

Owen’s thumb begins to rub at your clit, overstimulating you and making your legs shake. His tip slams into your g-spot over and over again, making you cry out his name. “Owen!” you moan.

Your fiancé smirks down at you and asks, “You gonna cum for me, baby?”

Lost for words, you nod and stare up at Owen. He bites his lip and nods. He speeds up his thrusts and his thumb circles your clit, making you orgasm quickly. You practically scream Owen’s name as you climax. He grunts softly as he shoots his load into you. He collapses on top of you, his head resting on your boobs.

Both of you are out of breath as you run your fingers through Owen’s hair. “You should stop by work more often,” you pant. “Distract me a little more often.”

“I don’t want to get you fired, Y/N,” Owen says, looking up at you.

You smile and say, “You just fucked me on my desk, I screamed your name, and you’re worried about getting me fired?”

He laughs and says, “Yeah, well, that’s nothing compared to what I’m going to do to you at home.” Owen winks and begins to clean up. You fix yourself, and your desk, before sitting behind your desk. You watch Owen, biting your lip gently.

You’re so in love with this man, it drives you crazy sometimes. You’re so in love with him that it clouds your judgement. You may get fired because who knows who heard you scream his name as he railed you, and honestly you don’t care.

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hs-is-loml · 3 years

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all works are listed below!

who I've written for as of 12/03/2023 are: owen joyner, harry styles, conrad fisher, daemon targaryen, aemond targaryen, aegon ii targaryen, xavier thorpe, rafe cameron, charles leclerc, carlos sainz jr, coriolanus snow, and tom blyth.

my favorites are marked with ꨄ

one-shots

jealousy

summary: owen’s best friend (reader) comes to surprise owen in vancouver. owen gets jealous that you text charlie and you’re ignoring him.

the truth always comes out

summary: owen and his secret girlfriend always have to sneak around on set. who knew keeping a secret relationship was hard not mention each other had separate love interests in the show. maybe it slowly becomes too much for either of them. let’s see who breaks first.

being best friends with owen.

summary: this is what i think being best friends with mr. owen patrick joyner would be. lowkey bff to something more.

you don’t need me anymore

summary: you’re owen’s best friend/girlfriend from oklahoma. you flew out to meet the cast in the beginning of shooting. but now it’s the last few weeks. you coming to visit owen but notice how different he’s gotten. and an extra of dirty candy keeps flirting with him. lots of dialogue

baking with owen

summary: blurb! filming for a video with owen and you baking cookie or at least trying to. and how it would most likely turn out.

blurb

grammy nominated boyfriend. ꨄ

summary: you're at harry's side during his performance at the grammy's.

multi-part story

isn't the same without you. (part one)

for you, always. (part two) [save yourself a little heart ache of me not finishing this story because school started and stop here]

flashbacks of you. (part three)

making you blush. (part four)

summary: another summer at Cousins isn't what you expected it to turn out to be. you've spent every summer there with your family and the Fishers. you didn't expect some feelings to unravel and reveal themselves by the start of it. (ONHOLD)

one-shots

i've never stopped.

summary: coming back to Cousins for the summer after skipping out last year after a rough breakup with your ex-boyfriend, conrad fisher. you hoped that maybe both he and his family had forgotten about you, but it seems like you’re in for a treat.

no shame. ꨄ

summary: returning back to Cousins felt different compared to all the other years. everything around you felt like it was changing but maybe it was for the better.

two-part story

baby honey (part one)

only angel. (part two)

summary: you and conrad have a complicated relationship but that doesn’t stop him from keeping you on his mind. But will you forgive him after what happened?

one shot

till the end of time.

summary: as times change you are closer to being wed off to another, and rising concerns between you and your beloved appear. will you end up together in the end?

two-part story

bound. ꨄ

as i am yours.

summary: you didn't realize when you stood beside aemond during the night when he lost his eye would solidify your stance in the war. (both could be read as stand-alone)

multi-part series (ongoing)

love looks good on you.

series masterlist.

summary: aegon ii targaryen and viserra velaryon's souls are intertwined. will they be able to prevent the tragic ending of the house of targaryen? or will they fall at the pressures of it all?

NO LONGER WRITING FOR THIS CHARACTER

blurbs

idiot.

summary: maybe you're a little frustrated that xavier found so much interest in wednesday addams all of the sudden.

don't make me say it again.

summary: xavier is close to snapping when you don't realize what he has been hinting at.

avoid.

summary: after thinking about something bianca said to you a few days ago, you started to create a small distance from your boyfriend. which of course he noticed.

salt in the wound.

summary: rumors get in between xavier and you. people always say don't try to save a sinking ship. maybe you should listen to them.

one-shot

frustrations lead to confessions. ꨄ

summary: maybe all you needed was a little help to make xavier realize his feelings for you or when both of you are jealous and it leads to more

the way i love you. ꨄ

summary: xavier and you are weird pair of "best friends" always reaching towards something more, but neither having the guts to talk about it so plainly, until now.

two part story

defending.

in defense. (SMUT)

summary: wednesday tells you about her suspicions about xavier but you come to his defense and are determined to find proof to prove her wrong. in part two xavier thanks you in more ways than one.

blurb

remember that.

summary: rule one don't mention pogues around rafe. rule two never mention about quitting on him.

social media au

ever letting go. ꨄ

summary: while the f1 couples are slowly breaking up, fans are stressed and try to protect the last ferrari wag standing.

married to who. ꨄ

summary: y/n and her husband have been so private that fans would've never thought she was married to an F1 driver of all people or when fans are starting to make connections and figure out who y/n's husband is

one-shot

you know this.

summary: moments of charles and reader throughout the years that show they are so obviously meant for each other so carlos gives them a small push. (they are basically together but without the title...)

social media au

there's no way. ꨄ

summary: carlos and you have been best friends since childhood but everyone can tell you're something more especially the fans. or when carlos and you are together but try to pass it off as best friends until more people catch on

one-shot

another pawn in your game.

summary: you felt betrayed by coriolanus and lucy gray's act in the capitol zoo. or coriolanus coaxes you into thinking what he did was okay.

social media au

still love him more. ꨄ

summary: some fans can't get over your past relationship with a certain famous ferrari driver while others are obsessed with your new boyfriend.

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adorethedistance · 3 years

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Dating Owen Joyner Would Include...

JATP masterlist

A/n: ask and you shall recieve ! Owen content is here! Albeit its not a full fledged fic, but headcanon lists are fun and I enjoy doing them. Okay enjoy and also I wanna work on some hockey!charlie content too.

➢ This man is a confirmed anxious wreck so the first time he asked you out, he was a disaster

➢ Starts off smooth talking but when you laugh in his face at how out of character he’s acting he’s able to relax and be himself

➢ You liked Owen for his nervous goofy witty self and you’re glad he had dropped the act

➢ Your first date has to be something super romantic but a little creative and unconventional

➢ I fully believe Owen is a picnic under the stars kind of guy

➢ If you’re temperature sensitive he’d take the Tesla and y’all could watch through the sunroof and maybe a movie on the little screen

➢ If you’re not, he’d for sure take the truck and fill the bed of it with pillows and blankets and such

➢ Either way he’d want you to be as comfortable as possible

➢ Not sure what it is about him but I get the vibe he can’t cook

➢ So take out for the win on this one

➢ He’d absolutely ask you what you’d want to name your kids because Owen seems like a very forward guy in the sweetest but dorkiest way possible

➢ You two spend the entire night having deep conversation

➢ Owen doesn’t ramp into talking about kids names

➢ Talking about having kids IS the ramping into things

➢ It’s not very existential but you definitely spend an hour or two talking about your perspectives on life and why you’re here

➢ He def gives me deep conversation vibes

➢ So the relationship is off to a great start for sure

➢ He wouldn’t tell you what to wear or how to dress ever

➢ He’d compliment you non-stop

➢ But he’d love little comments you’d make in passing about certain outfits he wears or how he styles his hair

➢ Anything you say that you like about his style or appearance he’d absolutely remember all of them

➢ And he’d absolutely start dressing and styling his look like that more often

➢ Your arguments are the dumbest arguments on the planet

➢ But you’re both so invested in them

➢ “Water is/isn’t wet” kind of dumb

➢ In other words, passion is not something your relationship lacks

➢ Owen can be clueless sometimes but he’s not beyond help

➢ Like he has oblivious moments

➢ But the gestures that he does make?

➢ So sweet you could cry

➢ I’m talking 100 roses for valentines sweet

➢ Or candlelit dinner where he learned to cook your favorite food

➢ Or putting on his actor/filmmaker hat and analyzing your favorite movie just so he can understand you better

➢ Of course, every relationship has its downsides

➢ For you and Owen, it’s Charlie

➢ Not that Charlie doesn’t respect boundaries and when you two need time alone

➢ It’s that in the time he does spend with y’all, you’re basically babysitting

➢ Being Owen’s other half means being Charlie’s whole impulse control

➢ “Charlie, we can’t just have ice cream for dinner”

➢ “Charlie, you can’t just leave a load of laundry to sit overnight before drying it”

➢ Bear in mind though, sometimes you’re the whole impulse control to Owen being Charlie’s other half of a whole idiot

➢ Charlie has some dumb ideas, we know this

➢ “Owen, I dare you to jump into that fountain”

➢ “I’ll do it for five bucks”

➢ “Stop it both of you!”

➢ Owen is so affectionate with his pets I’m sure he would be with his s/o as well

➢ Cuddles cuddles cuddles

➢ Hugs from behind

➢ Lazy mornings in bed

➢ Lazy days in general where you two just stay in bed all day

➢ He is the BEST karaoke partner

➢ He’d know the words to any and every song you’d choose

➢ All he’d ask is for you to throw in a little high school musical into the mix

➢ There’s not a lot of negative energy in the household once you two move in together

➢ But there is some stress due to adjusting to an actor’s schedule in your own life

➢ No matter what, you two are there for one another, crazy schedules and all

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A/n: I’m sorry this was short but coming out of a writing drought, going back into one, and coming out again has taken a toll

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jatphatones · 3 years

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Behind the Love | Owen Joyner x Reader

A/N: Hey y'all! So I’ve been writing and fulfilling requests like crazy and I'm so excited to post them. Therefore I will be posting one fic everyday this week! RIP to my taglist’s notifications, but yeah I’m super excited about it! I hope you enjoy!

Word count: 2k

Warnings: swearing, typos

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When Kenny said that he was okay with the cast posting BTS content of season 2, everyone went crazy. Charlie was compiling a ton of incriminating videos consisting of pranks on different people. Paul and his crew were doing their typical BTS video clips, but Tori was also doing some of her own clips too. Madi always roped someone into her little instagram lives. She especially tried to feature you as you were a new member to the cast. Kenny allowed it as long as you didn’t reveal too much about your character.

On top of keeping your character a secret, you also didn’t reveal how well you clicked with Owen because then it would lead to the show’s very observant fans figuring out that you two were actually dating. And since you’re new to the scene, you wanted to keep your relationship under wraps until you were more comfortable. Owen completely agreed with you, and the rest of the cast understood and shared your sentiment. That didn’t stop all the great content of you two though.

“And why are you pouting?”

Owen had one of Paul’s camera guys following behind him as he walked up to you. He was in between takes and saw you standing off to the side with a cute little frown and your arms crossed. He tugs on one of your hoodie strings, acknowledging that you’ve stolen yet another one of his hoodies that he’s tried to hide from you.

“I don’t wanna be here.” The camera guy laughs at your brutal honesty while Owen’s eyes widen, not expecting that answer at all.

“Why?” He searches your face for a joke, but sees none.

“Because you’re filming your scene with Booboo today.”

“Okay? And?”

“And you get to kiss him and I’ve literally had a crush on him ever since Twilight and now you get to live out my dream while I’m just standing here. Watching. And not kissing him.” The camera catches you glaring up at the lucky blond. He purses his lips to stop from laughing at your clear dissatisfaction.

“That’s fair,” is all Owen can offer you and you retaliate with a whack to his chest. Not able to resist how adorable you look like while you grumble, he leans down and places a kiss on your cheek, “I’m sorry.”

“Those are not the lips I wanted to kiss me.”

The camera catches Owen’s huge eye roll and your mischievous smirk.

“Let’s see if we can find...oh it’s Owen and Y/N!” Charlie announces as he steps into one of the empty rooms on set.

You and Owen were sleeping on the couch, laying down in opposite directions. As you wake up to Charlie’s voice, you try to remember how you ended up with Owen’s feet in front of your face, but can’t remember anything before knocking out. Regardless, you wipe your eyes clear of sleep with the sleeves of Owen’s hoodie and wave to Charlie.

“I’m on instagram live,” he whispers loudly, gesturing with his phone that was pointed at you. You wave to the camera from your place behind Owen’s sleeping form, almost hitting his large feet.

You light up with an idea and signal to Charlie to keep the camera on the couch. When he gives you a thumbs up, you keep an eye on Owen’s peaceful face and start to lightly tickle his feet. The blonde has told you multiple times that he’s extremely ticklish and you definitely take advantage of it whenever you can...like now. He doesn’t stir until you full-on attack his feet.

“Ahhhh!” Owen awakes with a startle and rolls off the couch with a thud. “Y/N!”

Both you and Charlie are cackling while the poor boy rubs his hip, groaning. The fans are going crazy, especially when you blow Owen a kiss with a victorious laugh.

The purpose of the video that Paul was currently filming was to capture the BTS of one of season 2’s Julie and the Phantoms performance. So far, the camera has great clips of the boys and Madi rocking out with their biggest crowd yet. Madi’s outfit catches everyone’s eyes just like Charlie’s massive arms are. Jeremy impresses everyone with his skilled bass playing while Owen charms everyone with his smile. At the moment, the camera is trained on the current take which is just close ups of Charlie during the performance.

The other three musicians are off to the side and happily taking a small break from filming. You’re sandwiched between Madi and Owen, conversing with them and sharing some snacks you stole from catering.

When Kenny calls action, the camera focuses on Charlie’s performance, but you can just see Owen throw his arms around you as you watch the scene unfold. As the video continues, you reach up and clean off the crumbs of the corner of his mouth. He sends you a grateful smile and holds you closer.

“Hey y’all, I got a day off from filming and I thought I’d go on live.”

Owen clumsily props his phone on his kitchen counter, watching the viewer count rapidly increase with every second. He rests his chin on the counter and starts reading through the comments.

“I never learn. I literally go on live but never know what to do. Wait, let’s so who’s on right now…” Owen starts scrolling through the comments, laughing at some of them and reading some aloud.

“Oh! Y/N is on! Let me get her on…” it takes a second before your face appears on the bottom of the screen, “hey!”

“Hey, Owen! What’s up?” The comments start coming in faster as fans start to freak out when you appear with your usual charm.

“Oh just trying to keep the people entertained,” he answers, biting at his nails, “what about you? Aren’t you filming right now?”

“No, I’m on break. I think I got a few minutes before they call me back.”

“Got it,” Owen can’t help but feel lighter now that he sees your face. He doesn’t want to admit it out loud, but he starts to miss you quickly when you’re not around. So much so that just seeing you for a few minutes makes his heart stutter and his eyes light up.

“Anyways, I cannot believe I’m on live with the Owen Joyner! I’m so lucky!” You say with a fake gasp. Owen drops his hand from his mouth with a scoff. You bit your lip at your lame joke, but watch as Owen shakes his hair out. The camera doesn’t emphasize just how soft his blonde hair looks and you wish you could be there to feel it. While Owen fixes his hair, you start scrolling through the fast comments. You see an unfamiliar word be mentioned often until you realize what it is.

“Oh my god, Owen, did you know that we have a ship name?” Owen finally places a hat on his head and sees what you’re talking about. When he finds the name, he unashamedly decides that he likes how it sounds.

“That’s amazing.”

“Wait, did you see what I sent you earlier by the way?”

“Yeah, the video edit of the two of us?” You nod, mirroring his smile. “It was so good! How are people so good at making those videos?”

“I know right,” you agree, sincerity in your voice. You watch the comments turn into a slew of capitalized letters and yelling. Guilt is what you should be feeling for how much you tease the fans about your public friendship with Owen, but you and Owen just loved to rile them up.

“Oh my god same y’all. I ship us too,” the camera picks up your smirk which Owen matches. He loves your sly yet blunt responses in regards to your mysterious relationship. He liked playing along too.

“But do you ship us more than Willex, Y/N?” Owen asks in a knowing tone.

“Hell no, what the fuck. That’s slander.”

“Okay, just making sure.” Owen gives an affirmative nod as you scold him for even implying anything different. The comments are coming in even faster now.

“@OPJallday says ‘omg just tell him you love him already.’ Y’ALL YOU THINK I HAVEN’T TRIED?” Owen starts laughing at your incredulous tone. You’re proud that you made him clap with his laughter.

“The amount of times I’ve confessed my unwavering love for Owen only for him to ignore me is embarrassing. Embarrassing!” You emphasize, throwing your hands over your face in fake shame. Owen throws his hands up with a shake of his head. He can’t believe that you’re truly his, with your stupid jokes and cute snorts and pretty eyelashes that flutter with every breathless laugh.

“Please stop Y/N.”

“It’s true! How could you leave me hanging like this - it’s so insulting.”

“Don’t you have to film?” Owen prompts, genuinely realizing how much time has passed and totally not wanting to change topics.

“Yeah, I do. I’ll see you later. Love you, butthead” you say nonchalantly, “and love y’all too!”

“Love you too, you turd,” Owen responds with a hidden smile. You both wave to the camera and then it’s just Owen on the screen.

“Finally! Guys, I don’t know why you ship us together. She’s literally so annoying.”

“And what do we have here?”

Tori appears all wrapped up in a jacket and a camera on hand.

“It’s freezing!” you say, although you sound muffled. You’re in a cute short-sleeved blouse and a skirt for the scene you’re currently filming. There was no time to grab a blanket or jacket from your trailer and so you’re vulnerable to the set’s ruthless air conditioning. Owen, always attentive to you even when you don’t know it, comes over and gives you the sweater he was wearing before he changed into his outfit.

“You sure?” You ask. He understands that he’s never going to get it back and gives a reassuring nod. Watching you put on his hoodie was a joy and heartwarming. Tori thought as much too when she threw Owen a soft look from behind the camera.

You throw one sweater paw up and wave to the camera. Owen waves hi as well from behind your covered figure. Tori stops the video just after Owen lovingly wraps his arms around you. He looks down at you with a heart eyes and you match it, both of you none the wiser about the camera.

This is one of the rare times where Savannah will post a video of the cast outside of the set, but she figures that this occasion would be nice to film.

Everyone is at Owen and Charlie’s apartment for the weekend. It’s one of those rare weekends that everyone wanted to just relax and laze around. Seeing as it was a pretty rigorous filming schedule during the week, the chill night was very much needed.

“Hey y’all! We’re at the boys’ place watching a movie…” Savannah pans around and you can see that the crew is watching a romantic-comedy while relaxing around the living room.

“And some people are enjoying this movie more than we are...”

The camera first zooms in on Jeremy and Carolynn cuddling on the couch. You hear Madi coo behind the camera as the couple throw funny faces at the pair on the floor. Then it pans to Charlie who’s curled up under a blanket sleeping, which is unusual for the avid movie watcher.

The video continues to capture you and Owen on the loveseat. In the dark, you can’t tell where you start and Owen ends because you’re so wrapped around each other. Owen is resting his cheek against the top of your head, mindlessly running his hands through your hair as you’re both so engrossed in the movie in front of you. The camera pans to Savannah and Madi going overboard on cuddling and giggling, playfully mocking the affectionate couples. If the fans look to the right of the video, they can barely make out you and Owen sharing a sweet kiss.

Ever since Savannah’s video was posted, you’ve been more open about your relationship with Owen. You still tease and taunt the fans, but it was nice that they were finally in on it too (“The fans are demanding that you tell me you love me, Owen.” - “I’ve literally said I love you like 5 times in this live, Y/N.” - “Do y’all see what I have to deal with?” - “Y/N.”).

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A/N: I realize that my writing style for relationships is casual/playful romance and I’m not mad about it. I hope you all are ready for more fics coming your way!

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headheartbellarke · 3 years

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DISTRACTED | Charlie Gillespie

Requested by anon: “5 times reader (girlfriend) is almost distracted by a shirtless Charlie and one time she actually is.” PAIRING(s): Charlie Gillespie x fem!reader WORDS: 1.6k WARNING(s): some charlie thirst, what’s new ;) SUMMARY: 4 times Y/N is almost distracted by her shirtless boyfriend and 1 time she actually is.

You pride yourself over the fact that you never get distracted, no matter what. But sometimes, just sometimes, you can’t help it.

Especially when your boyfriend looks like that.

You sigh, running a hand through your hair. Your eyes feel as if they are burning, and the ever-persistent headache of yours seems to be particularly intense today.

Yet, pushing all that tiredness away, you keep typing, typing, typing. The deadline for your essay that carries twenty per cent of your grade of your final year of college is tomorrow, and you’ve still got three hundred words to write.

Three hundred words does not seem like a lot on any other day, but after three cups of coffee and seven hours of staring at your laptop screen, it feels like death. The fact that you seem to be in a rut right now doesn’t help, either.

You scrounge around your brain, trying to pull ideas from each fold, but it’s useless. Maybe it’s the exhaustion, or maybe it’s because of your boyfriend, Charlie, who has currently resorted to painting your toenails after not getting any sort of attention from you for the past few hours.

Ever since lockdown started, you and your boyfriend have been living together in your shared apartment in Toronto. You two have been planning to move in together for a while, but his work and your college always seemed to be obstacles. But this lockdown gave you both the perfect opportunity – plus, it was time, too. You two have been dating for more than four years – although, you’ve had a crush on him for as long as you can remember, but the intensity of it was realized only in the moment when he kissed you after an amazing prom together – you guys went together because you were best friends and loved being around each other more than anything. But the fact that there could be something more, something hidden in years of friendship seemed unlikely to the both of you before that day.

“Done.” He says, proudly. Your eyes leave your screen to look at the beautiful emerald colour on your toenails. You smile at him, and say, “That’s gorgeous, Char. Where’d you find it?”

He shrugs, a lopsided smile on his face. “It was in the bottom of your bag.”

You nod. “Right. I bought it the day before my last offline exam ended. I forgot.”

He smiles. “Now, will you pay me some attention?”

You purse your lips and pretend to be thinking. “Hmm… tempting, but no. I still have to get this done.”

He groans, dramatically. “You have been ignoring me for past hundred hours!”

You chuckle, ruffling his hair. “You’re so dramatic. It’s only been half a day. Now, go away. I need to finish this.”

He groans, again, and you wonder if he’s finally given up.

Instead, he rolls off the bed, and stands taller, leaning against the doorframe. “Y/N?”

You hum in question, as he makes a show out of taking off his T-shirt.

You bite your lip and remember how long it has been since you’ve run your hands on his chest. But you know that he’s doing this on purpose, to get a fraction of your attention. He knows and is proud of the fact that he has a hold over you, and the fact that even after four years, he still gives you butterflies over the slightest of smiles.

So, instead of giving in, you crawl under your covers with your laptop and decide to work there, as you suddenly gain inspiration, and thank yourself for not being distracted by your boyfriend’s absolutely beautiful body.

“Oh, come on!”

The second time hit happens, it’s a Tuesday morning, and you’re giving an exam. Your laptop is in front of you, the face of your teacher and classmates filling your screen, as the sound of your pen scratching against your answer sheet fills the room.

You bite the end of your pen, pondering over a question when you suddenly hear your boyfriend’s voice. You look up, and notice him, shirtless, and talking on the phone to someone.

“Yeah, I mean, we could do that…” He says, and your eyes trail across his back, as he stares out the window on the wall opposite to you.

“No, Mom, we’re not gonna drive to Canada. I’m not that crazy!” He exclaims, and you arch your neck to get a better view of him, and the sweatpants hanging low on his hips.

“Sure, I can ask Y/N…” He says, and you quickly avert your eyes back to your paper, just in time to hear your teacher call out your name.

“Y/N? What are you looking at?” She asks, and you adjust your headphones, clearing your throat.

“I thought someone was at the door. Sorry, Ms. Harrington.” You’re painfully aware of the warmth spreading through your cheeks, and as she nods, you start writing again.

You hear Charlie whisper a ‘sorry’, and you smile at him – he thinks that the reason your teacher just called you out is because he was going to ask you something.

You don’t correct him – his ego doesn’t need to know the fact that you were almost distracted.

Just one more question, you think. One more question, and you’re done with this semester.

But your mind is wandering, and the fact that you still have thirty minutes left doesn’t help. When this exam started, you thought that you wouldn’t be able to finish it in time and wrote as fast as you could, but now there’s plenty of time and just one, tiny answer left.

You rest your elbows on your desk and check on your classmates. Everyone is frantically scribbling, and you smile evilly at the fact that you’re not one of them right now.

“Honey? You have a minute?”

You hear Charlie from behind you. You nod, and say, “I’m listening.” You don’t turn back, since you have to keep an eye on your teacher. (She is knitting right now, for some reason.)

“You wanna go somewhere for the holidays?” He says, his raspy morning voice causing goosebumps to appear on your skin.

“I’m not sure… I mean we just came back from Maui last month – do you think it’s wise to go somewhere again?”

“Well, we’ll maintain social distancing, and use masks.”

“I’m not sure…”

“Come on, it’s our fifth anniversary!”

You finally look at him, and your breath catches in your throat. He’s shirtless, as usual. You mentally curse him as you think that you need to add ‘no being shirtless for no reason’ to your household rules. (Currently, you have three: one, no disturbing the other while working; two, following the chore chart; three, no spilling coffee or red wine on the white living room rug.) (The last one has occurred more times than one might expect.)

You focus on keeping your eyes trained on his, but you still struggle to form words. “I – not a wise idea…”

He grins, understanding the situation, as you avert your eyes back to your paper.

“Please, baby?”

You know he’s pouting.

“Fine.” You say, just to get him off your back.

“You’re the best!” He presses a kiss to your cheek and is instantly gone. As your mind still tries to hold on to the frayed strings of the warmth and the smell of his presence, you pray that your classmates didn’t notice the interaction.

You smile at Charlie’s mother, who is talking animatedly on your phone.

“Then, I told Meg to get some sugar, but she bought salt instead, and to top that, she dumped the entire bowl into my batter! Now, it tastes like absolute shit!” She glares at Megan, Charlie’s sister, who smiles sheepishly from behind her.

You laugh. “Like brother, like sister.”

“You know it.” She says, her French accent thick.

“So, I was thinking… Maybe, after the holidays, we could fly back to Dieppe? It’s not like we’re gonna go to college any time soon, so –”

“Yes, please! I miss you guys so much. You know, last night –”

She starts to say something else, but your boyfriend is doing push ups in front of you, and it’s really, really, really hard to focus, especially when his body is glistening under the afternoon sun.

He seems to feel your gaze, and sharply turns towards you, while you quickly look back to his mother.

“–but the point is, I miss you two.” She finishes, while Megan nods. “Me too, sis. It’s so boring here without you two.”

You smile and can feel warmth in your stomach. “Of course. I miss you guys, too. Charlie’s so boring.”

“Hey!”

+1.

You exhale and close the lid of your laptop. “I’m done!” You yell, and Charlie instantly appears at the door, and runs towards the bed you’re currently seated on, and jumps atop.

“Finally! I missed you!” He says, wrapping an arm around your torso, pulling you closer.

“I missed you too, baby. But now I’m done with all my assignments, so I’m all yours for the next two weeks!” You sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He grins, and your eyes avert to his chest, but this time, you let yourself be distracted, because after weeks of sleep deprivation and pure torture, you deserve this.

You smile, connecting your lips, and run your hands on his chest. He smiles against the kiss, and you whisper, “I love you so much.”

“And I love you so much.”

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bi-bi-buckleydiaz · 3 years

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deep breath, do your job | owen joyner

requested; yes! - Could you do a Owen x reader where the reader is Owens personal assistant while filming JATP and while they are filming the reader starts catching feelings for Owen but Owen is in a relationship. Owen and his girlfriend breakup and the reader comes over to comfort Owen and Owen confesses that the reason him and his girlfriend broke up was because of the reader.

word count; 6.4K ... yeah kinda got away from me there. longest fic i’ve ever written

warnings; language, implied sexual content but no actual sex or description thereof

a/n; lol, so i just wrote from 1AM - 4AM because i’m procrastinating my child dev. project thats due today that’s worth a quarter of my grade. i really didn’t mean for this to be so long so it’s probably not this good and the ending is a lil’ rough, but oh well. hope whoever requested this likes it. i kinda do even though it’s long and only slightly proofread.

“Owen Patrick Joyner! Get your ass into hair and makeup before - oh, um, okay oops. Sorry ‘bout that. Should have knocked. I’ll just - yep, i’ll just go.”

You thought he’d be sleeping. It’s nap time for him anyway, so he should’ve been sleeping. Instead, your technically boss and definite crush, was on his trailer couch with a girl you’ve never seen before. Kissing her. Without a shirt. Yeah, you definitely need to get out of there.

You’re quick to close his door and begin to walk back to the hair and makeup trailer to tell them Owen will be a minute.

“Y/N! Hey! Wait up! It’s um, it’s not, well it is, but -” He grabs your arm, causing you to turn around and face him, which, big mistake. Abort. Abort. Turn around. His post make out face is something you did not want to see. Liar.

“It’s fine Owen. What you do in your free time is not my, well, actually it is since i’m your PA, I just mean who - WHAT, what you do in your personal time, in your trailer, is not my concern. Just, you’re needed in hair and makeup like, an hour ago. So, yeah, just, get there.” You stumble over half your words and watch his face fall as you near the end of your spiel. When he lets go of your arm you’re quick to turn around and leave him alone, walking right past hair and makeup and to set where you can curl up in your chair and eat your weight in brownies, if Madi hasn’t taken them all that is. You hope he goes to get his hair done. You know you should walk with him there because if you’re not practically dragging him to where he needs to go he never gets there on time, as just witnessed. But it’s usually because he’s goofing off with Charlie, not sucking face with a random girl.

You don’t notice the brownie in your hand has crumbled until a whistle comes from behind you. You turn around a little too quickly, sending the brownie bits flying to the floor.

“Shit.” You kneel down to begin picking it up, another hand coming into help. Charlie, based on the rings adorning the fingers.

“Is Owen’s keeper okay?” You huff a laugh at the name the cast gave you a week into filming. You’re the only one who has managed to keep Owen in line since filming started, the only reason he’s ever on time for anything or actually has real food in the apartment or has his drumsticks when needed, etc. etc.

The boys didn’t want PA’s when Kenny proposed it during bootcamp, they were young adults, they didn't want to boss someone around, it felt wrong. But having more experience than the boys, Kenny vetoed how they felt and told them PA’s would help tremendously, especially on a project like this. That’s where you came in. You were trying to get into the directing and producing scene in Hollywood, you’re dream to be as good a director as Steven Spielberg or, well, Kenny Ortega. But you knew you had to start small, so you applied for a PA job on an upcoming Netflix show, getting hired within the week. Now here you are, a nineteen year old being in charge of another nineteen year old who acts more like he’s five.

In the beginning, it was purely professional. You were nothing more than his PA who got him from place A to place B in a timely fashion. But then he started to rope you into pranks with the rest of the band. He started inviting you to movie nights, and adventures to the grocery store, and ice skating with Charlie and Madi, and somewhere between helping him keep his life in order and watching him fall on his ass at the ice rink, you fell for the blonde. You know it’s a mistake, falling for him. You work for him. He’s your friend. That’s all he sees you as, but you couldn’t help it. But you’re good at compartmentalizing, so you took all the inappropriate feelings, shoved them in a box, locked the box, and hid it deep in your unconscious. You were doing well with ignoring the box, until you walked in on Owen kissing someone that wasn’t you.

“I’m fine Charlie, just, stressed. Owen was an hour late to hair and makeup so I kinda feel like a shit PA right now.” Charlie chuckles and hugs you as you both stand up.

“Please Y/N, you’re the best PA. If it weren’t for you, Owen would never know where anything is, including his head.” You laugh into his shoulder, reveling in the hug for a few more seconds. When you part, you see a flash of blonde enter the set and sigh in relief. He made it. He’s ready. You’re not fired today.

Just incredibly confused and upset.

But not fired.

“You better go, I know you’re in this scene with Owen.” Charlie nods and squeezes your shoulder once before running after Owen onto the set that holds Julie’s shed. Taking a deep breath, you try to push whatever the hell you saw ten minutes ago into your box, and get ready for the day ahead.

Four hours, six brownies, and two cookies later, Owen is officially wrapped for the day, meaning you can go home and continue to eat your feelings in ice cream. You’re quick to grab your binder full of Owen’s schedules to drop tomorrow’s off at his trailer before he sees you. You’re not really in the mood to talk to him about what happened earlier, so you fast walk to his trailer, fully intent on just leaving the paper on his counter where he’ll see it, but a brown haired, green eyed girl throws that plan right out the window.

You’re so stupid. You should’ve known she would still be here. Waiting.

“Oh, um, hi.” She says. She sounds nice. She looks nice. But when you look at her all you can see is her hands in Owen’s hair and his lips on hers.

“Hi.” You don’t know how, but you managed to put on a smile and put a little pep into your voice. “I’m Ashley. I’m waiting for Owen. Is he done?” You nod, not trusting your voice as you stand awkwardly in the doorway, one foot on the step the other in the trailer, hand outstretched ready to place the schedule on the table.

“He just wrapped for the day. Should be here in a few.” The girl - Ashley - nods.

“You’re Y/N, right? His personal assistant?” How does she know that. She giggles, “He talks about you all the time. Says the only reason he’s not fired or dead in a ditch is because of you.” OH, you said that aloud. Coolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoo-

“Y/N! What are ya doing just standing in the doorway?” Fuck. You put a smile on and turn around. He’s smiling softly at you, still in Alex’s clothes, twirling those damn drumsticks around his fingers.

“Um, just dropping tomorrow’s schedule off. Here. Okay...bye.” You walk down the steps, letting the door shut behind you, fully intent on leaving, but Owen grabs your arm again, just like earlier, causing you to stop and turn to look at him.

“Wait. Can we talk real quick. About...earlier?” No. No absolutely not.

“Um, I really have to go. I have a lot to do tonight for tomorrow.” Owen sighs and lets go of your arm, face contorting into that of a sad puppy.

“Just, one minute Y/N. Please. Let me explain.” Screw him and his perfect freaking face.

“A minute.” His face lights up and grabs your hand, leading you back into his trailer, smiling even wider at seeing Ashley sitting pretty on the couch.

“Y/N, this is Ashley, my girlfriend.” Ashley smiles and waves, standing up to stand by Owen and grab his hand. A rock settles in your chest at the word.

Girlfriend.

“Nice. I’m Y/N. But you knew that. Just like you also know I’m in charge of getting him to places on time. Which didn't happen today.” Owen’s face flushes at that while Ashley terribly hides a smirk behind her hand.

“Uh, yeah, sorry about that Y/N. She surprised me today. We weren’t supposed to see each other until Thanksgiving but she finished classes early and flew out to surprise me. Kinda got, caught up in -” His face is beat red so you’re quick to cut him off.

“It’s fine. Just, try not to get ‘caught up’ tomorrow, yeah?” It’s harsh and full of hostility, but you want to leave, the word still bouncing around in your head, swirling around the scene you walked into earlier.

Girlfriend.

Kissing.

Girlfriend.

Flushed face.

Girlfriend.

Kissing.

“I have to go. See you tomorrow on set at 5 Am. Got it? Five A M. Don’t make me break into your apartment again. I almost got arrested for that.” Owen is still reeling from your harsh words said a second ago to laugh at the memory. Ashley however, has no qualms about speaking up.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure he’s here on time.” She smiles and wraps around his arm like a koala. You hold back a scoff, throwing up a fake smile before turning and leaving.

Girlfriend.

It’s almost midnight.

It’s 11:48 PM and someone is knocking on your door.

Who the fuck is pounding on your door at near midnight.

You shuffle to the door wrapped up in your comforter, wiping the sleep out of your eyes. You don’t bother looking through the peephole, too angry at the person behind the door to bother, just wanting to yell at them and get back to bed.

“What the - Charlie?” He looks exhausted, hair ruffled and eyes puffy. He’s in joggers, a random band tee and his denim jacket. You’re pretty sure his shoes are on the wrong feet.

“Can I stay the night?” He doesn’t wait for your response before walking into your apartment, flinging his shoes and jacket off and walking to your room. You sigh, ignoring the way he just threw his stuff around and instead follow him to your room before he takes your side of the bed. You walk in just as he chucks his shirt off and woah. You were so not expecting that. An explanation as to why he’s here at midnight? Yeah. Him taking your side of the bed? Definitely. But not Charlie taking his shirt off and crawling onto the right side of the bed and curling around a pillow. You take a moment to collect yourself and your thoughts before crawling into bed next to him, making sure to drape the comforter over him as well. He hums in content and turns around to face you.

“Sorry for barging in like this. Just, ugh, Owen and that girl are not quiet if you catch my drift.” And it’s like the rock in your heart is now a boulder and it’s crushing your ribcage. You can’t breathe. You can’t think. You’re frozen, staring at Charlie’s half asleep face. “Like I get it, you’ve missed each other. But c’mon bro I’m there too.” He keeps talking. Keeps pushing the boulder until all the ribs crack and puncture your lungs. “There’s somethings in this world I never wanted to hear, and Owen moaning was one of them.” He won’t shut up. Charlie shut up. You’re entire chest is fracturing, breaking at his words and he needs to shut. up.

“I didn’t really know where else to go, but I remembered how comfy your bed was last movie night so, here I am.” His voice is raspy, words slurring as he’s trying to fight sleep to explain to you why he’s here. But you can’t focus on him right now. Can’t think about a shirtless Charlie in your bed. There’s only one thing you can think about right now.

Girlfriend.

Shirtless.

Girlfriend.

Kissing.

Girlfriend.

“Thanks for letting me crash by the way. I’ll try not to kick you in my sleep.” He chuckles, then finally opens his eyes when you don’t laugh back. You don’t know how you look right now. You know you’re frozen. But is the panic and pure sadness showing on your face? It must be, because suddenly Charlie is wide awake and leaning up on his elbow to look at you fully. “Y/N are you okay?” He’s worried. You want to tell him you’re okay. It’s fine. Everything is fine. But you can’t move. You can’t talk. Because reality is crushing you. It’s ripping up your heart, suffocating you, consuming your mind.

Owen isn’t yours.

Owen will never be yours.

You’re just a friend.

You’re just his PA.

That’s when the tears finally start. They come slowly, one trailing down your cheek, then another. Then all at once your sobbing into Charlie’s chest, no doubt getting snot all over him. But he doesn’t seem to care. He just starts to hum some random song while he repeatedly runs his hand over your hair, the other holding you close to him. He keeps humming, his chest vibrating and giving you something to focus on that isn’t your depressing thoughts. It’s almost soothing, the petting and the hug and the humming.

You don’t know how long you sob into him, but when you stop, his humming stops too. He still holds you close, just lets go of your head so you can lean back a little and look up at him. He’s brows furrow in concern and he pouts at your post-crying face.

“Are you okay? Am I really that bad of company?” He tries for funny but you can’t bring yourself to laugh with him. Just pout and push his semi-wet chest. “Seriously Y/N, i’ve never seen you like this. What’s wrong?” Those two words.

What’s wrong?

What’s wrong? I fell for my boss and now he’s doing it with some girl and I can’t stop thinking about them and it’s killing me because before I could live with being his friend and PA because at least there was some sliver of a chance but now there’s nothing because he has someone and I have no one and I can’t breathe because oh my god I love him. I love that stupid fool and i’m nothing but his personal assistant.

It’s quiet for a minute, too quiet, and that’s when you realize you said all that out loud. You look up at Charlie, which was a mistake because his face is full of pity. It’s all sad puppy eyes and “Shit Y/N i’m so sorry.” A fresh wave of tears make their way out of your eyes, but Charlie is quick to wipe them away.

“Y/N I didn’t know I’m so sorry. I wouldn’t have said all of that, God I was so stupid.” And then it’s like a whole new flood gate opens, this one full of laughter though. You start with a chuckle, but soon it’s full out belly laughing. Because Charlie isn’t the stupid one here. “I’m the stupid one. I mean, how idiotic does a PA have to be to fall for the one they’re in charge of? Never mix work with pleasure. It’s PA-ing 101, don’t fall for your boss. I’m so fucking stupid to ever fall for him or think he’d like me back because i’m just his stupid PA who has no talent what so ever, never has a good hair day, can’t go a day without eating their weight in sugar, and will never see him again after filming is wrapped.” Your laughing dies down by the end, and then ends completely when you see the look on Charlie’s face. It’s not exactly pity, but it’s not exactly sadness either. It’s hard to describe what exactly it is, but it’s not good.

“Y/N. Babes. I don’t ever want to hear you talk about yourself like that again, okay? I swear to God next time I hear anything like that come out of your mouth again, I’m hitting you with a pillow.” You giggle, but he stays serious. “Dead ass Y/N. Listen, was it probably not the smartest to fall for Owen? Yeah. But you didn’t know he had someone. I didn’t even know he had a girl and I’m his roommate. But, we can’t help who we like. It’s all brain chemistry and heart palpitations and whatever else. It’s something we can’t control. So don’t say you’re stupid because of something you can’t control.”

“You’re being really smart and caring for twelve am.” You both chuckle, a real smile gracing your face for once in the past twelve hours.

“I’m sorry for the breakdown it’s just, there’s a lot in my head right now and what you said really didn’t help.” Charlie sighs and pulls you in close.

“I’m sorry babes. You should’ve slapped me or something.”

“I probably would’ve had the breakdown at some point tonight anyway.” Charlie pulls back a bit to look at you, confusion on his face. “I kinda walked in on them making out earlier when Owen was late to hair and makeup.”

“Is that why you crushed that brownie earlier?” You sigh and nod.

“Y/N, i’m sorry. I’m so sorry you have to go through this.”

“It’s fine Charlie. It’s, well, it’s not but, I’ll get over it. I’m a big girl. Besides, I have you to get my tears and snot all over right?” He groans while you giggle, but he isn’t really mad if the way he pulls you close and rests his face in your hair is any indication.

“Always babes.”

The next day you drive to set with Charlie who didn’t have to be on set at five like Owen, but joined you nonetheless. Taking his duty as your new ‘heartguard’ as he called it last night, you walk to hair and makeup with his arm around your shoulders. It’s comforting, even though he’s putting most of his weight on you because he’s exhausted, the coffee you gave him this morning clearly doing nothing to wake up.

“Charlie, you could’ve stayed in bed until you were actually needed.” You laugh as he trips up the steps to the trailer, nearly face planting if it weren’t for you wrapping your arms around his waist last minute.

“Char you good?” You hear BooBoo ask. Charlie grumbles something incoherent and shoves his face into your neck as you lean against the arm of the couch. BooBoo laughs, so do you, but quickly sober up when Owen walks in, Ashley on his arm. Charlie must have ESP or something because, without looking up at who walked in, he wraps his arms around your waist and murmurs in your ear, “Deep breaths. I’m here.” You do as he says, shooting Owen a friendly smile, but dropping it as he frowns at you.

What is that about?

“Glad to see you on time Owen. I wouldn’t have been able to break in this morning anyway because an octopus decided to break into my own apartment last night.” You ruffle Charlie’s hair as you say that and he grumbles some more, playfully biting your neck as well. “Ow. Asshole.” Owen frowns even deeper at that, while BooBoo chuckles. He get’s scolded a second later for moving.

“So that’s where you disappeared to last night. I was wondering why you weren’t home this morning.” Owen’s voice is tight while he says it, Ashley noticing as well if the tightened grip on his arm is anything to go by. Charlie squeezes your waist as a way to say, ‘prepare yourself’ before he moves his head to lean against your shoulder so he can talk.

“Yeah well, I wouldn’t have had to if you and your girl weren’t so freaking loud.” You tense up, mind starting to reel again, but a squeeze to your waist and a warm breath on your neck manages to bring you back. The trailer goes quiet, even the hair and makeup ladies tensing up and sensing the tension. Charlie, ever the wrong place, wrong time type of guy, grabs your hand and places it on his hair, then moves it back and forth.

“Pet me.” Despite the tension in the room, you can’t help but giggle at the stupid Canadian boy wrapped around you. Apparently that’s all the rest of the people in the trailer needed to go back to what they were doing. That or they just didn’t want to get involved in young adult drama. You shoot a look at Owen, his jaw tense and hands clenched into fists. Completely ignoring the way Ashley leans up to kiss Owen’s neck, you open your phone and begin to read off his schedule for the day, your left hand still running through Charlie’s hair.

“Hair and makeup at five AM, sit your butt down and let Shelly do her thing, costume fitting right after. First scene at six-thirty with BooBoo, you guys are doing the scene at the Orpheum where you talk about what’s been going on, you’re going to be sad so this whole frowny face you got going on? Keep it. A break after that then rehearsal with Charlie, Jer, and Mads for Stand Tall. Fitting for the Stand Tall suit is after that, but no actual filming for that scene yet, just getting the measures right so after that, you’re done for the day.” You take a deep breath after all that, BooBoo whistling at you from his seat.

“You could be an auctioneer with how fast you talk.” You smile and bow your head at him.

“I’ll take that as a compliment Boo.” He shoots you a smile and then raises his hand to high five Owen as he sits next to him. Owen ignores him. In fact, he stays silent throughout all of getting his hair and makeup done. Only smiling occasionally when Ashley shows him a meme on her phone. You watch them, the boulder in your chest rolling around as you do so. But not for jealousy, no, for concern. Owen is acting very unlike himself. You may be upset right now, especially with him, but it doesn’t mean you still don’t see him as a friend; still don’t worry about him. Something is wrong, and you can’t help but feel like it’s your fault.

“So did it work?” You jump in surprise at the voice behind you, the cookie in your hand crumbling and falling onto the table.

“Charlie! What did I say about sneaking up on me?” You turn to look at the boy who is smiling too wide at you for you to think this is about to be a completely innocent conversation.

“Did it work?” He’s practically vibrating where he stands.

“Did what work?”

“The cuddling this morning? Didn’t you see Owen? He was totally jealous.” And - what? That’s why he was so touchy this morning?

“I just thought you were tired, that was - you were trying to make Owen jealous? Charlie what the hell? He has a girlfriend!” Charlie rolls his eyes and loops his arm around yours, dragging you away from the cookies and towards the costume room.

“Yeah, but we both know she shouldn’t be. And the way he was acting this morning? I think he’s starting to realize that too.” There’s no way...right? No, the way Charlie described last night...no.

“No, okay, he was probably just tired and angry about having to be here so early.” Yeah, that’s it. He was not jealous of the friendly cuddling you and Charlie were doing. Totally...not. Holy shit. You hear Charlie giggling in your ear as you enter costume.

There, in front of you, is a very shirtless, very toned, very pretty Owen Joyner.

“You’re welcome.” Then Charlie is off to God knows where. Leaving you alone with Owen. Well, not really alone since Soyon is here too, running around looking for different fabrics and textures to throw on Owen. A still very shirtless Owen.

“Oh, hi Y/N. What are you doing here?” Owen asks, looking at you though the floor length mirror in front of him. He’s not smiling at you, but he’s not frowning either, so improvement from this morning.

“Oh, um, just making sure you got here on time. And look at that. You did! Good job.” You clap, who knows why, but it makes Owen laugh, which, whew, okay.

“Yeah, I reminded him.” A voice behind you says. You turn and look at Ashley walking in, coffee cup in hand. She bounces up to Owen, ignoring Soyon and placing a big, wet kiss onto his lips before moving to the couch off to the side. Owen seems shocked by the PDA, which makes sense, you know he’s not big on that, remembering one late night conversation you both had a few weeks ago.

“Anyway, Y/N, how does this one looks. I think the ruffles are nice. And then when he’s performing Stand Tall we can,” and then she begins to unbutton the shirt all the way down to mid chest and okay, seriously Soyon, now you just want to torture me.

“I like this.” Owen says, twirling in the mirror like a ballerina. This causes the shirt to fling open more, showing his chest more in the process.

Deep breaths.

Be a friend.

You’re a big girl.

“Yeah. It’s good,” you say, walking over to him to tuck to the sides back together somewhat. “Are you going to keep with the pink theme for the jacket?” Soyon smiles and nods, walking away for a minute leaving you alone with Owen and Ashley.

“Should it really be unbuttoned that much? I mean, it is a kids show? I don’t want to share my boy with fangirls.” Ashley says. You can’t stop your eyes from rolling or the scoff that leaves your mouth. You watch Owen’s Adam's apple bob as he gulps.

“Please, Charlie is sleeveless for a majority of the show. Owen showing a little chest isn’t gonna hurt anyone. Besides, Soyon chose good. The way the shirt fits and settles it’s never going to open all the way. Unless, ya know, he twirls like some Carolynn Rowland wannabe.” You smile up at Owen and inhale sharply when you see he’s already looking down at you. “And with the jacket on it’ll stay put pretty well.” You’re still holding the shirt in your hands, looking at Owen’s face as you talk. For a second, it’s just you and him, looking at each other, smiling. Then Soyon comes back and clears her throat. The trance breaks and you back up. You wipe your sweaty hands on your jeans before backing up and standing next to the mirror. You feel eyes on you and look over to see Ashely glaring at you.

“Here we go. One pink jacket to match.” Owen slides it on and smiles wide. You have to say, it looks good. Professionally speaking of course.

“Soyon, have I ever said how freaking amazing you are. I mean, this is really good looking. Very Alex.” Owen praises. He’s smiling and it’s a nice sight after this mornings debacle.

“Alex is going to be the best looking one on that stage.” Owen looks over at you, his smile still there, and the boulder shrinks three sizes.

“Still think the shirt should be buttoned.” Ashley mutters. But everyone ignores her, even Owen, who does another twirl in front of the mirror.

“Well then, you’re all set Owen. Go ahead and change and I’ll see you tomorrow.” Soyon leaves, going off to do costume designer things, leaving you alone with Owen and Ashley again. Owen takes the jacket off, then looks around not knowing what to do with it. You sigh and smile softly, taking it from him.

“Here, just give me all the clothes and i’ll take them back to your rack.” He smiles thankfully at you, before frowning again and looking down at his outfit. Getting what he’s thinking, you chuckle and cross your arms. “Bub I just saw you shirtless it’s not a big deal. Now c’mon, give me the clothes before Soyon thinks you’re stealing them.” Owen looks up at you in a way you’ve never seen him look at you before. It makes you take a sharp breath in.

“Maybe you should go. I can give the clothes to Soyon. Don’t you have assistant duties to do?” Ashley is right next to you as she says it. It makes your ears hurt and hands clench. You’re quick to unclench though, not wanting to wrinkle the nice pink jacket. Ashley moves forward to unbutton Owen’s shirt all the way, but he grabs her hand before she can begin.

“Actually I need Y/N to stay. I have to talk to her about some, ya know, assistant stuff. And besides, she knows where Alex’s rack is and that’s where the clothes have to go. Why don’t you go wait for me in the trailer, I’ll be there in a few.”

I need Y/N to stay.

That shouldn’t make you feel as warm and tingly as it does.

Ashley scoffs and looks away, clearly trying to guilt trip him. Owen sighs and kisses her cheek.

“Trailer. Ten minutes.” Ashley sighs before nodding and finally leaving. He watches her go, then turns back to you when she finally disappears. You clear your throat and he looks back at you, face a bit red.

“Um, hey.” You chuckle.

“Hi.” He nods, and you sigh, walking so you’re right in front of him. “Seriously, O, you need to get this off because if they’re not on the rack for Soyon to fix up by the end of the day it’s my head on a stick, not yours.” Then you’re unbuttoning his shirt.

You’re unbuttoning. His shirt. You don’t realize you’re doing it until you hand grazes his navel when you untuck it from his pants. You hear him suck in a breath and you immediately take two steps back.

“Sorry, um. Sorry that was not, um, -”

“It’s okay. You were just, doing your job. Making sure I get stuff done on time, right?” But his voice is wobbly as he says it and his face is as red as a tomato. You couldn’t have made him that flushed, not you?

“Right. Yeah. Um, so, pants?” Owen looks at you with wide eyes. “I need to take the pants back too.” It’s quiet, but you know he heard you because he nods his head and begins to unbutton them. You suddenly feel very hot, very suffocated. You should’ve left when you had the chance, just let Ashley do this. You shouldn’t be here, watching as he pulls the velvet pants down his legs. Watching as he steps out of them and - oh God he’s falling. You grab his hand to help him but it’s too late, you both tumble to the ground. You’re on top of him, smushed up against his bare chest, faces centimeters apart, sharing breaths.

“Sorry.” You mumble. You watch him gulp and look down. Down at wha - oh.

“It’s, it’s okay. I’m the one that fell and pulled you down.” You nod, causing your nose to brush against his. You’re close, so freaking close that if you were to move not even a full centimeter, your lips would touch.

So.

Close.

“What. The. Hell!” SHit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You’re quick to scramble away from Owen, butt scooting across the floor to get as far away from him as possible. Owen jumps up, kicking the pants away then realizing that was probably not a smart idea because now he’s half naked in between Ashley and you.

“Ash I -”

“You were taking forever, wanted to know why. Thought you said there was nothing between you two?” She’s practically screeching. You know within minutes there will be a crowd. A crowd Owen will not want, his anxiety will not want. Ignoring his stuttering and the conversation in general, you push away the heat in your belly and the tingling in your spine and take a deep breath.

Deep breath.

Be a friend. Do your job.

You grab Owen’s clothes and put them in his hands, ignoring his speaking and Ashley ranting, you grab his hand and then hers, and shove them towards the back exit.

“This is a trailer conversation, not a wardrobe fitting conversation. Leave, now.”

“No, I have a lot to say -”

“Listen to me, I’m trying to do my job and not get Owen in trouble. If you really care about him, you’ll take this conversation to his trailer. Now.” Then you shove them out the door before Ashley could screech some more.

Deep breath.

Do your job.

You go back to the fitting area, only to see Charlie, Jer, and Madi standing there, looking confused.

Deep breath.

Do your job.

“Hey guys. Owen just left. He and Ashley are having a date night.” Charlie gives you a look, but Jer and Madi nod, going to accept it, but Charlie has to open his big dumb Canadian mouth.

“Why’d we hear screaming then?” Charlie questions. Jer and Madi look at each other, then back at you.

“Oh, uh, mouse. I saw a mouse. Yep. Mouse. Anyway, I have to get this clothes hung up before they wrinkle, so excuse me.”

Deep breath.

Do your job.

You walk around the trio, gathering the suit and shaking everything out as you walk over to the Alex rack to hang them up. You hear the door to the room open and two sets of feet walking out.

“Charlie, everything is fine okay? Just a little misunderstanding.”

“Like?” You sigh and turn around from finishing hanging up the clothes.

“Like...Owen kinda fell and when I went to help him I feel too...on top of him.” There’s silence then,

“OH MY GOD! Y/N THAT’S LIKE FANFIC SHIT THAT WAS THE MOMENT! DID YOU KISS OH MY GOD TELL ME EVERYTHING!” He’s jumping up and down as he makes his way to you.

“Ashley walked in.” All excitement stops.

“Oh shit.” You nod, walking past him to settle on the couch, pulling a pillow to your chest.

“Yeah. And she started screeching and I knew Owen wouldn’t like to attention so I shoved them out the back door to his trailer.” Charlie’s arm goes around you, pulling you close. He goes to say something, but your phone ringing indicating a text from Owen stops him. You pull it out, opening it as Charlie watches over your shoulder.

My trailer plz.

Charlie starts shaking your shoulders, smiling like a maniac. “This is your chance Y/N go go GO!” you shake your head at Charlie’s antics, but leave nonetheless.

Anxiety creeps up on you as you get closer and closer to his trailers, not knowing what you’re going to walk into. Him firing you? Saying you can’t be friends anymore? Ashley ready to claw your face off?

Deep breath.

Be a friend.

You knock on his door. It opens a second later to a frantic looking Owen. Now you're anxious about him. Why does he look upset? Is he okay? He grabs your hand and pulls you into his, oh, empty trailer. Ashley is nowhere to be seen.

“Hey, thanks for coming.” You nod, still looking around expecting her to jump out and slap you. “Um, sit. Sit, I have to talk to you about something.” You go to sit on the couch, but then remember what occurred there yesterday and instead lean against the counter. He notices but doesn’t say anything.

“Yeah okay. What’s up?” You try to act nonchalant, but the anxiety is too high for that. ‘I have to talk to you about something’ never ends well. He walks over and sits on the bed pats the spot next to him. God, this can’t be a good conversation if he really wants you to sit.

“Ashley and I were never...on here.” He mumbles. You walk over and sit next to him, blushing that he caught on to why you didn’t sit on the couch.

“Must be serious if you need me to sit.” Owen takes a deep breath, another, another, and then there’s lips on your. They’re soft and nice and taste like carmex chapstick.

“Mhm, Owen, what, what are you doing?” Your faces are still close together, both of you not wanting to back away yet.

“I’m gonna talk. Okay I’m gonna talk and I want you to listen and not crawl inside your head too soon okay?” You nod, knowing in this moment you’d do anything to keep him this close.

“I knew Ashley from high school. She started texting me a few weeks back and one thing led to another and she was calling me her boyfriend. I didn’t want it but it happened and I let it because it got my mind off a girl I shouldn’t like because it would ruin so many things. I didn’t know she was coming to visit and when she knocked on my trailer she jumped me and just kept going. And I just went along with everything yesterday because I’m supposed to be her boyfriend and I’m supposed to think about those things with her and I’m supposed to want those things with her, but I don’t Y/N. I don’t want those things with her I never did. I, I want them with you. I’ve wanted them with you from the moment you finally stopped being shy around me and dragged me from crafts by my ear to hair and makeup. You’re so amazing Y/N and I thought if I did anything I’d ruin this and ruin your career and I didn’t want that. I never wanted that so I went along with Ashley but I shouldn’t have because the whole time I was thinking about you. It’s always been -” You kiss him. You grab him by the cheeks and kiss him. It’s a passionate kiss, an ‘about time’ kiss, an ‘i’m never letting you go’ kiss.

You only break away when you can’t breathe, and even then you only pull away enough to breath in each other’s air.

“She left. She’s gone. She knew I was never 100% in.” You nod, but you’re not really listening. You can’t hear anything other than your heartbeat.

He likes you.

Owen likes you.

Owen kissed you.

“It’s always been you, Y/N.” You smile. It’s a big one that you have to hamper down by biting your lip. Owen smiles back, then you’re kissing again.

And again.

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Route 66

Requested?: Yes! @dxlanhxlland asked for a Owen x Reader where y/n is oblivious to Owen’s flirting. I added a little more to it, not gonna lie, so i hope you still like it my lovey!

Word Count: 5.6K+

Author’s Note: I found out Route 66 went through Oklahoma and kinda just had to write this tonight... Struck by inspiration, so I was. It’s nonsense, and it’s mine, and that makes it acceptable for the blog. Enjoy!

Warning: nothing really, it’s all fluff.

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Being best friends with an actor had some major perks. To start, you were always the plus one for premieres, parties, festivals, all of it. Then there was the constant gifts from around the world sent to you back home, and getting to help with script run throughs if someone’s sick, or being sent over snippets of shows months before they aired, being a part of the secret without having all the hard work that came along with it.

The best thing was always the reunions though, when that favourite person comes back from weeks or months away, back to your little Oklahoma town, even if just for a little while. That feeling of adrenaline and serotonin mixed together as lost souls reconnect after so long apart, it’s special.

Of course, the worst thing is watching them leave again. That’s exactly what Y/N was facing that weekend after two months of her best friend Owen being home from filming in Vancouver.

She knew it would happen of course, his tv show had become a success overnight, it only made sense that the team at Netflix would renew it for another season, but it didn’t make it any easier to see Owen leave again. It was never easy, in fact: Y/N found it was getting harder and harder to make that drive to the airport and send him on his way to LA. The tears that came alongside his departures were plentiful, the rides home alone deathly quiet, the nights empty without him there to spend time with.

It wasn’t like Oklahoma was exactly an exciting place to live.

Y/N had considered taking the jump, moving to LA with the hope of seeing her oldest friend more often, sure, but she didn’t have the money for such an adventure. She had been saving up for a few years now, what with Owen’s rising stardom and eventual permanent relocation imminent, but she was nowhere near close to what she needed.

So, as she woke up that Friday morning, she made a conscious decision as she pulled on a sundress and tidied her hair until a floppy sunhat, as she slipped into some sandals, grabbed her handbag, and ventured into the blazing sun of the Oklahoma summer: she was going to make this the best gosh darn weekend of Owen’s life.

“Well, don’t you look determined.” Owen commented with a smile from across the street, waving from the front steps of his house at his best friend, who waved right back. “What you got planned for me today then?” He asked with a smirk as he jogged across the road, and Y/N took in just how good he looked that morning in some vintage sports top repping a team she didn’t know, paired with a denim jacket and shorts.

“Well, I thought we could go exploring.” Y/N answered with a smile, lifting her car keys from her purse. “I think you need a trip down memory lane before disappearing off to LA again.” The decisive words had Owen unable to contain his smile as he followed her towards the truck parked in her driveway, slinging an arm over her shoulder a they walked over, taking a breath and being overcome with Y/N’s perfume: God, he loved that smell.

God, he loved her. He had for a while.

It wasn’t something he’d be sharing any time soon, of course, the kid was smarter than that. As Y/N tossed him the keys, and jumped in the passenger side of the truck, him taking the steering wheel, he took one more glance at her, committing the image of her sat in her sundress, pulling out a road map that must have been about thirty years old, to memory. He didn’t want to forget any of this as his life continued to zoom forward in the fast lane, he wanted to keep some moments locked in time, just for him.

“You sure we can be doing this? I was getting quite used to sitting on my couch all day, especially with you there...” Owen commented, and Y/N glanced up, nodding quickly, oblivious to his attempts at flirting. She always had been, more associating it with Owen’s charm rather than his attraction to her.

“Don’t worry, I have the whole day planned… Sort of… Got a mask just in case?” She asked, and Owen pulled the face covering from his pocket to prove it. “Then we’ll be taking a turn up to Jefferson, and you’ll need to get us on the Route.” She instructed, and Owen chuckled at her bossy tone, switching on the engine and pulling out the driveway, with the Great American Road in mind.

There wasn’t anything really exciting about Route 66 most of the year, Owen was aware of that. But if you picked the right day, the right car, and right stretch… It really could be a magical place.

It only took them 40 minutes or so to get onto the road, getting lucky to find it nearly empty as Owen revved the engine and started to speed down the tarmac. Y/N had slipped a CD into the truck’s sound system, the map splayed over her knees as they sang along to the country hits from her dad’s old music collection he couldn’t be bothered to clean out.

“You’re really not going to give me any clues as to where we’re driving?” Owen asked for the fourth time since they had started driving, and Y/N just grinned again, shaking her head.

“And ruin the surprise?” She pouted, and Owen bit his lip at the sight of it. “Not a chance, Joyner… We should go on the Live!” She exclaimed suddenly, causing the boy to laugh. Y/N had never been one for technology, but she knew how important it was to Owen’s job: social media presence was important to him, Owen had always enjoyed interacting with his fans.

Y/N took off her seatbelt and slid across the truck seat, reaching across Owen’s body and grabbing his phone out his jacket pocket, the boy doing his best to stay calm as her other hand grazed against the exposed skin above the collar of his shirt. She moved away as quickly as she had arrived, buckling herself back into her seatbelt and finding Owen’s Instagram app. He glanced over, grinning at her puzzled expression.

“Swipe right on the screen, Y/N.” He instructed as he watched the road, and the girl followed his directions. “Are you on the camera?” He asked, catching her nodding in his peripheral. “Great. At the bottom, there should be a button that says live. Click it, and you’ll be there.” He directed, but Y/N was a step ahead, proud of herself as she brought the camera up.

“I think it’s working!” She squeaked in excitement, panning the phone up to a grinning Owen, then out onto the view of the road. “Let me try and zoom…” She muttered, not noticing the watcher count jumping higher and higher up as she tapped on the screen, letting out a soft ‘oops!’ as she switched the camera to face herself. “Owen I think I broke your phone…” She said softly, moving the screen away from her face and frowning. “Oh, wait, no… There’s people talking to you!” She exclaimed, and Owen shook his head at her adorable incompetence, pulling over to the side of the road. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just have an idea.” He said quickly, holding a hand out for the phone and smiling into the camera, waving hello. “Hey guys! Sorry about that, if you haven’t already met my best friend Y/N, you should know she’s a little new to anything from 1998 onwards. Bear with me.” He said with a smile, quickly propping the phone up on the centre console of the truck. “And there, can you see us both?” He asked, quickly glancing down to check the answers. When he received an overwhelming stream of ‘yes!’, he sat himself back with a smile. “Well, spontaneous live! Hello! We are on a mystery trip, Y/N is surprising me before I head back to LA.” Owen prefaced as he indicated back out onto the road, continuing their drive. “We’re, what? Fifteen minutes out now?”

“Yeah, about that. Hello Owen’s followers!” Y/N waved at the phone. “O, what’s the text at the bottom?” She asked, getting the boy laughing again.

“It’s the comments, from people watching. Have a look, read some out, that’s what I usually do.” Owen explained, and Y/N leaned closer to the phone with an excited smile, catching sight of the first comment she saw.

“Aw, they’re all saying hello back! This is so cool!” Y/N squealed, biting her lip as she read a little more. “Why do you use a phone like my grandma?” She giggled at the comment, sitting back a little. “Good question, I don’t have a good answer. I’ve never really needed a phone; not like I would call anyone but Owen anyway. My life’s a lot less exciting than his.” She answered with a smile and happy shrug. “Oh, this exit, this one.”

“You’re sure this leads somewhere?” Alex checked, raising an eyebrow as he pulled off onto a road that was only a step away from dirt tracks. “And for the record, Y/N’s life is plenty exciting.” They shared a glance, both smiling at one another, Owen only pulling his eyes away to focus on the road.

“Well, maybe he’s right but he’s quite a tough act to follow, Owen’s followers.” She commented with another wave to the camera, quickly point him down another dirt road.

“Is this where you kill me on my own live feed, Y/N? That’s so not fetch.” Owen said with a roll of the eyes, and Y/N punched his arm gently.

“Stop trying to make fetch happen, it’s not going to happen.” She muttered, quoting the movie the pair had watched the night before. She leaned forward again, reading the new comments that were popping up. “How long have Owen and I been friends?” She read aloud, and glanced back at her friend. “What is it now, fifteen years?” She guessed, and he nodded. “Wait! Does that make me the original Owen Joyner fan?” She asked with a bright smile.

“I suppose it does… I mean, you were the only person to clap after my third grade concert.” Owen remarked, and Y/N giggled at the fond memory. “So, yeah…” He trailed off as they came over a hill. “Wow…” He muttered.

Y/N was quick to pick up the phone and flip the camera, presenting the view to the audience accompanying them with a giggle.

The dirt track wound its way along to the right, but Owen drove off-road, glad for the tires on the truck, coming to a stop at the edge of the bluest lake he had ever seen in person. The way the road led was to a cliff side, about 25 feet above the water, and trees popped up sporadically around the lake’s border, providing shade against the burning sun overhead.

“I thought this was dream…” Owen whispered, and Y/N turned the camera to face him, catching his expression of complete awe as he looked out at the scene.

The pair had visited once before, as kids, and it looked the exact same as it had back then. Owen had almost forgotten it existed, after them never visiting again he just assumed he had dreamed it, the day out he had spent with his family and Y/N. But there it was, right in front of him, and he turned to look at the girl who had brought it back to him.

“I stole swim trunks from your room last week, and there’s a cooler in the back.” Y/N said with a cheesy grin, glad she had kept the surprise for so long, because the look on her best friend’s face was priceless. She glanced down at the phone again, reading another comment. “Oh, who do I like most out of the JATP cast?” She read aloud, flipping the camera and smiling. “Definitely Owen, but besides him? I met Madison at New Year’s, she’s awesome!” She answered with a grin.

To her left, she was oblivious to Owen’s slack jawed expression as he tried to comprehend just how much he was in love with the girl beside him. Only Y/N would have come up with something this special, this brilliant, and act like she didn’t just make the boy’s entire year.

“You know, whenever I count my blessings Y/N, you show up twice.” Owen muttered, the girl glancing up at him as a blush coloured her cheeks. She glanced back down at the phone, her eyebrows furrowing, the compliment falling prey to the breeze that came through the car’s open windows.

“Owen, what is a Tic Tac and why does everyone want you to make one?” She asked, handing over the phone, and Owen shook his head in disbelief at her, smiling to himself.

“Right guys, don’t go confusing Y/N, her pretty little head can’t always handle it.” He remarked, teasing her as Y/N climbed out the car and made her way to collect the cooler and blankets from the truck bed, shouting a ‘hey!’ in response. Owen laughed, his eyes scanning over the comments for a moment before landing on a question:

When are you going to tell her, Owen? The heart eyes are real.

“I’ll sign out for now guys, come back to you on my story later. Thanks for tuning in!” He said with a wave to the camera, ending the live with a shaky breath, Y/N appearing at his side door a moment later.

“So, what is a Tic Tac?” She asked, opening the door for Owen, who quickly clambered out, taking the cooler off her hands as the pair started for the water’s edge. Y/N laid down the tattered blanket on the sand shores of the lake, and tossed Owen’s swim trunks and her bikini down beside her. If that boy had thought they come here and not swim, he was sorely mistaken.

“A TikTok,” Owen corrected. “Is a short video. Not much more to it.” He shrugged, and Y/N looked up.

“What, like a Vine?” She asked, scoffing when Owen raised an eyebrow. “I don’t like phones; it doesn’t mean I’m a caveman.” Y/N reminded, opening up the cooler as Owen sat it and himself down, handing over a beer to the blonde boy. He smiled, pulling out the car key and sticking it under the cap, popping it off with ease before taking Y/N’s drink and doing the same, both taking a sip of the cold beverage and sharing in a happy sigh.

The silence was comforting, familiar, accompanied only by the rustling of trees in the wind and the sound of cicadas in the nearby grass. It was like the pair had found themselves a slice of heaven only an hour or so away from home, a spot just for themselves, and as Owen glanced over at Y/N, who lay back on her elbows and bathed in the sunshine, he was tempted.

Tempted to maybe tell her how he felt, explain how he didn’t want to go to LA again without her, but the words never came. He wasn’t about to lose her.

“Thank you… For this. For everything, the past few months I’ve been back.” He decided on, taking another swig of the bitter drink, looking out onto the water in thought. “I forget sometimes, how great home can be…”

“That’s alright… You’re life’s moving forward, you can’t get stuck in one place.” Y/N responded softly, letting her eyes cast over him, the way he smiled out on the water, the way he held onto the neck of the beer so that it swung between his fingers. “Just don’t forget home entirely. That’s when you start to lose who you are.” The words were ones she had considered for the past few years now, when Owen’s career took off, she wondered if they’d ever have a talk like this. Where she’d have to remind him where he came from, who he was before fame… Before he left home indefinitely.

“Come on.” Owen clambered to his feet after a moment, holding out a hand to his friend with a small smile. “Time to make some memories.” He said as Y/N’s hand fell into his and she placed down her beer, letting him lead her towards the truck again, Owen scooping up the swimsuits as they went. She did her best to keep up with the blonde boy’s longer strides, the pair starting the trail towards the little cliff that hung over the water.

“Feeling a littler adventurous, aren’t we?” Y/N raised an eyebrow at her friend’s determined expression, taking her bikini from his hands.

“Yeah, it’s usually Charlie doing shit like this…” Owen muttered, coming to a stop as they reached their destination at the top of the hill, amongst trees and bushes. He was quick to pull off his jacket and t-shirt, glancing over as Y/N dropped her hat onto the pile. She couldn’t help stopping and glancing at the toned abdomen her friend had maintained over the years thanks to the job, her eyes trailing up to find Owen watching her with a playful smirk. “Enjoying the view there?” He asked, sending a wink over that had Y/N flushing and averting her gaze quickly, walking around the back of a nearby tree.

“You’re ridiculous, Owen. I bring you to swim and you want to jump off a cliff.” She called out as she stripped down and slipped into the bikini, Owen catching a glimpse of the bare back, gulping at the sight and finding his eyes falling down to his feet. “You’ll need to go first; give me your phone and I’ll film it for the Instagram.” She called again, collecting her clothing her walking back round to the clearing where Owen waited, doing his best to not let his jaw drop.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen Y/N in a swim suit before, but as he thought back, it was the first bikini. She was stunning, the white fabric clinging flush against her skin, almost cut like a thong rather than swimwear.

“Owen?” Y/N asked again, dropping her clothes down and waving a hand in front of Owen’s face, breaking the trance she had unknowingly caused.

“Right, my phone… Sorry.” He muttered, reaching down and grabbing it from amongst the clothes, clearing his throat as he came up, handing the device over and walking to the cliff’s edge. “Please make sure you record this. I don’t know if I’ll be able to do it again.” He admitted, looking back as Y/N filmed him, giving him a thumbs up.

“Do a flip!” She called out as he got his toes to the edge, earning a chuckle from the boy. He took a deep breath, and a few steps back. “Give it some pizazz.” He turned to look to her, and the camera, outstretching his hands by his sides as he walked backwards, right for the cliff edge.

“Gotta stop being adorable Y/N, or I might just fall for you.” Owen said with a wink, taking a final step and plummeting down to the waters below with a yell of adrenaline.

Y/N rushed to the edge of the cliff as she heard a splash, looking down at the deep blue below, the water rippling where Owen had entered, and she waited until he remerged with a flick of his hair and whoop of triumph.

“Come on, Y/N! You can’t leave me down here alone!” He called up, and Y/N grinned, quickly dropping the phone amongst their pile of clothes. She took a second, a deep breath, building up the nerve before running fast and jumping over the cliff’s edge with a front flip, landing in the warm water below feet first, her heart thudding against her ribcage so hard she thought it might break her bones.

She let herself be submerged in the water for a moment before pushing herself to the surface, coming up and gasping for air as Owen swam over, the pair holding onto one another to stay afloat as they erupted into laughter at their reckless abandon.

“Again?” Y/N asked, breathing heavy, and Owen could feel himself falling deeper once more.

“Definitely.”

The following days had been spent in a similar fashion, Y/N being quite adamant in her adventures before Owen left for the sunshine state. She did her best to capture as many of the moments she could too, whether it was a tourist stop or a movie night or diner food along Route 66, she did her very best to take pictures despite sub-optimal phone skills.

She didn’t want him leaving and forgetting her, she wouldn’t let it happen.

His flight off to LA came sooner than either of them wanted, the early morning alarm buzz Y/N was sure to set causing groans to echo around Owen’s bedroom. She had stayed over the night before, falling asleep cuddled into his side during a movie marathon of the Lord of the Rings franchise, not that Owen had minded. In all honesty, the moment she had begun to snooze with his thigh as a pillow, Owen hadn’t moved a muscle, too scared to wake her when she looked so peaceful. He had fallen asleep sat up, and as he slowly came to, his neck was punishing him for that decision.

He surveyed the room through hazy vision, catching Y/N’s shadow rushing off the bed to turn off the alarm clock, his eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room. It was early doors, maybe three or four in the morning, the night outside still dark, thought not for long. By the time they got themselves on the road for the airport, dawn would be breaking.

“Morning, gorgeous.” Owen muttered, his voice heavy with sleep, the words causing Y/N to pause at the sound, a shiver running through her. “What time is it?” He muttered, rolling the pain from his neck and shoulder slowly as his vision finally focused, Y/N gathering the last of his belongings for him to take back to LA with him.

“3.52. We need to be on the road in a half hour.” She voice was no more than a whisper, and Owen smiled. It had been a while since he heard her early morning voice, which was always a mix of sleepiness and Y/N’s fear of waking others in the house. “Go get a shower, I’ll take your stuff down to the car.” She said, sending a smile his way in the low light that made Owen’s heart flutter.

“You got it, boss.” He saluted lazily as she disappeared out the room with the first of his packed cases, leaving Owen to sigh and roll the last cricks out of his shoulders with a fond smile, the weight of Y/N’s head on his upper leg still lingering as he got up, clothes in hand, and headed for his shower.

Their was a tension in his chest that rose and refused to go away as Owen stepped under the stream of warm water, one Owen suspected would stay with him for a lot longer than the flight home, too. He was leaving again, and again he had chickened out of saying how he felt about his best friend. And the excuse that it might ruin their friendship didn’t seem to be cutting it anymore, it hadn’t worked in a while, because now Owen was just lying to Y/N.

Under the water, he had a chance to hate himself and his cowardice, doing so until the water ran clear of soapy suds. But once the suds were down the drain, Owen tried his hardest to focus on all the fun the two had had over his months at home, over that weekend in particular.

How they had stayed at their lake until dark those few days before, cuddled on the sands and pointing out constellations to one another until Owen’s mom called to check in on him, to make sure he was alright. How they had spent the following day on the road again, stopping at their favourite childhood diner, caught up in hours of conversation over milkshakes and burgers. How their last day together had been spent in his bedroom with music blaring as they packed, Y/N joining him for an Instagram live, and an evening of movies and popcorn until sleep took over.

As he pulled on his clothes for the day of travelling, Owen quickly brushed his teeth and found himself scrolling through the photos Y/N and he had captured of the last three days: so many of them blurry or askew, but every single on forcing Owen’s smile even wider. He had gotten the lucky draw of friends, of best friends, but leaving this time felt different…

It felt like they were saying goodbye for good.

“You ready in there, Owen?” A chap came on the bathroom door, and Owen quickly closed his phone and shoved it in his pocket, spitting out the last glob of toothpaste and wiping his face before opening the door, Y/N stood on the other side in one of her favourite sundresses, and one of Owen’s hoodies on top. “Time to go…” She said with a sad smile, holding out a hand. He came over to her quickly, her outstretched hand coming around his waist as his rested over her shoulders, and the pair started downstairs and out the house.

“You should come visit this time. I know you have work and things here…” Owen trailed off when she nodded softly, separating from him to head to the truck’s driver side.

“Yeah, maybe I will.” Y/N answered softly, climbing into the truck and leaving it at that. A part of her knew it would be the smartest idea, but it would just lead to another goodbye like this one.

As Owen clambered into the car, he had to push Y/N’s overnight bag to the floor, one she had brought across the street for ease of access, but he was soon buckled in without issue, and they were on the road three minutes ahead of schedule. The only noises seemingly allowed were mechanical: the turn of the tires on the road below, the indicator flicking as Y/N took a turn, the revving of the engine as they started off from a stop light. Neither could muster the strength for words of farewell, it was too daunting, too difficult, and instead their silence swallowed their thoughts all the way to the airport terminal.

When the engine switched off, somehow it all became worse.

“I’ll get your bags…” Y/N spoke up after a minute or so of complete silence, stepping out the car and out onto the deserted terminal drop-off’s pavement. Her sandals slapped between the sole of her foot and the tarmac as she rounded the car to open the truck bed, beginning the labour of hauling Owen’s cases down to the sidewalk. When she heard the truck door slam, she didn’t look up, the pain of goodbye swelling in her chest.

Owen couldn’t stand it, the idea of not having her around every day, of not seeing her smile any more. It had been building up for years, of course, and finally hit its limit: he couldn’t go this time without her. He wholeheartedly believed that going back to LA, then to Vancouver, than to God knew where, would be impossible to bear if he didn’t have Y/N by his side through it.

So as he got out the truck, he grabbed the overnight bag Y/N had left in the truck front, with all her essentials, in front of her eyes, garnering his attention.

“Come with me to LA.” Owen said the words with shaky conviction, trying not to falter as her watery eyes looked up into his. Hers locked on his, then the overnight bag,

“Very funny, Owen…” Y/N whispered, her eyes trailing quickly back to their feet. “I don’t think this is really the time for jokes though…”

“Good, I’m not joking.” Owen said, more definite in his stance this time. “I want you to give your keys to the valet service, I want you to grab that overnight bag, and I want you to come to La with me.”

“Come on Owen…” Y/N sighed, a sad smile on her lips. “I’d cramp your style in the big city, you need to be moving forward…” She looked up, wiping away a stray tear as she mustered the courage to look him in the eye. “You’re just being nice because here is boring, but I’ll be fine. You need to do this, without me, so you can experience it all.” The words were kind, but misinformed, and the longer Y/N went on, the closer Owen came to exploding. “You need to spend time with your friends, with yourself, get to know who Owen is in Hollywood, because it’s not Owen in Oklahoma. Besides, you don’t need me hanging around when you’re working, or out at parties, you certainly don’t need me in the picture when you’re flirting with girls and dating-”

“Jesus, Y/N, the only girl I’ve flirted with in four years is you!”

The words hung in the air, a stray car driving along the terminal front and turning onto the freeway, the two friends stood an awkward distance apart under the harsh fluorescent lights of the airport entrance. A passer-by might have thought them strangers, and in a way they were. The glass had shattered, a secret revealed neither thought would ever come to light: one for fear of losing the other; the second believing such feelings never existed in the first place.

“What… What do you mean?” Y/N’s voice was shaky, her hands tugging at the sleeves of Owen’s hoodie she wore. “Owen, I’ve read the gossip columns, I know you’re dating, living it up in Hollywood. You don’t need to make up some bullshit to try and get me on a plane.”

“It’s not bullshit! God, are you really that oblivious, Y/N?” Owen let out a frustrated chuckle, running a hand through his mess of still damp hair, beginning to pace along the length of the truck before turning back and stopping. “Tabloids are gossip and rumours, Y/N, and none it’s true because I’ve been in love with you for as long as I care to remember!”

The words spilled from his lips before he could moderate volume or filter the language, his biggest secret laid out in front of them both on the concrete pavement below.

“… Why me?” The question was timid, quiet, something that could have been lost to early morning ambience had Owen not so desperately been waiting for a response to his confession. It wasn’t what he expected though, his frustration fading to concern as he walked over, cupping Y/N’s face in his hands, tilting her chin up so the teary-eyed girl’s gaze met his own. “I’m not exactly in your league, am I?”

“You’re far beyond it, certainly. It’s me doing the reaching here… No-one, and I mean no-one, makes me feel the way you do. Nothing makes me happier than seeing you laugh, nothing sadder than seeing you cry…” His thumb came to wipe away another rogue tear from her cheek, a smile on his lips.

“But you could do better! I’m sure there’s a thousand girls in LA who would kill to be with you, Owen.” Her words were frantic, panicked almost. “Maybe you’re wrong, maybe you’re tired and this is just nonsense talk! That makes sense, guys like you don’t flirt with girls like me I-” She was starting to pull back, so Owen pulled her flush to his body, her hands finding position against his chest as he held her tight to him by the waist.

“You’re like air, and light and sleep and water and heat… Y/N, it’s quite clear to me that I need you. And I can’t leave you here, not again.” Owen said softly, calmly, despite his heart’s erratic pace, not dissimilar to the feeling he had only a few days before, jumping off that cliff and plunging into the sapphire blue waters of the lake.

It was that adrenaline that pushed Owen to finally find the bravery to press his lips to Y/N’s, a kiss that had been years in the making for him, and seemingly for Y/N too. She kissed back immediately, her hands coming to his neck and pulling him closer. It felt like floating, his lips of hers, hers on his, the pair not seeing need to break apart as Owen lifted Y/N into his arms, her legs coming to wrap around his waist as her hands held his face tenderly.

“Come to LA with me…” Owen whispered as they finally broke apart, his breathing heavy as he examined her up close. Her eyes fluttered open, her lips swollen from their kiss, cheeks tinted pink from heat, pupils blown like he suspected his own were.

He would never get over how beautiful she was.

“Ok…” Y/N replied, a smile spreading over her lips. It was crazy, yes, and she wasn’t usually the type to do anything without planning it to some degree beforehand, but it felt right. “Let’s do it. Let’s go to LA.” She confirmed, Owen laughing in disbelief and pressing his lips to hers once more.

And so they did, gathering Owen’s suitcases and Y/N’s overnight duffel and booking another ticket for the plane. She left a voicemail for her family, to let them know what was happening, what they had decided, and Owen sent a message to the cast group chat, unable to wipe the smile from his face.

The memories they had made that weekend weren’t the end of something old, rather the beginning of something new.

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migilini · 3 years

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Could you please write one of those Tiktok "I tried to kiss my bestfriend / crush" challenge for either Charlie or Owen. Thanks!

Crushtok - Owen Patrick Joyner

A/N: Yes ofc I can! I never wrote for Owen so let me know what you think! I hope you like it :)

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: tiktok and noise (so none really)

Requests are open!

MASTERLIST

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The sun poked through curtains and you swore that you had heard birds the day before but it was loud, uncomfortably so. All you heard was the clacking of metal and the rattling of the machinery that the construction in front of Owens Appartement made. All the unpleasant noises woke you up in the early morning. Grumbling, you tried to block out the noise with a pillow pressed against your face.

"That's not gonna work sleepy beauty" a lower voice croaked, catching you completely off guard so you let out a quiet shriek. "Oweenn why do you have to scare me badly in the morning?" You whined and took the pillow away from your face.

He sat on the other side of the couch, just underneath your feet and looked absolutely tired. His blonde hair was standing up in every possible direction, his normally piercing blue eyes trying their best to stay open. By the way, he was looking at you with a little smirk on his lips, you figured that you didn't look any better.

"Because it's 6 am on a Saturday morning and I didn't want to suffer alone. So lucky you for visiting me this week!" Owen exclaimed and hit your leg in a joking manner.

"I've got thrown out by my landlord. I'm not here on my own terms..." this earned you a shocked gasp from the boy sitting in front of you. "And there I was, thinking this friendship meant something to you." You just rolled your eyes with a smirk.

"Do you want to come back to my bedroom? With some music playing it's much quieter than out here." Nodding tiredly, he held out a hand to help you stand up; you only noticed when you nuzzled into his bed that he didn't let go of your hand.

You woke up a couple of hours later, quiet pop music filled the darkroom and it was hot, your bare legs sticking to the duvet covers. You turned around and faced a back with broad shoulders that were just moments ago pressed against your back. Groaning, you stuck your legs out of the bed, the cold air cooling you down immediately. Owen stirred next to you and sat up slowly.

"Morning part 2." you chuckled and automatically pushed some of his hair out of his face.

"Mornin" he mumbled back.

"You were right it's much quieter in your room."

You stood up, stretching your limbs, before heading back into the living room where all your stuff was stored, quite impractically but it was stored.

You heard a shower running, that gave you the perfect time to change from your big shirt and little pants sleep attire to a more comfortable day outfit. After rummaging through your boxes, that you packed in a freezy, you choose some brown cotton pants with a white body and to top it off your favourite purple cardigan that Owen gifted you one Christmas. With some extra time, you put on your glasses and started to search for a new place to stay.

"So what do you wanna do today? I have nothing going on so..." you stopped listening as Owen walked into the living room shirtless. He wore some blue sweatpants that hung quite low on his hips, his chest still sparkling from the water.

You would have probably started to drool if he wouldn't have worn his hair in a towel bun.

You let out a laugh that made him stop in his tracks.

"What?" he stared at you intensely.

"Oh, nothing princess... nothing. We uh... could look at some apartments for me and just go for a drive?"

"Am I that bad of a roommate?" he said and plopped down next to you on the couch his arm resting on the top comfortably.

"No but I would really appreciate a place to store my stuff properly." you continued to scroll through places to stay.

"This one looks good." he pointed out and put his finger on the screen, you hadn't realised that he rested his arm just above your shoulders so it took you off guard when you suddenly felt his arm on your neck.

"Mhmm, but you cant look at it today... This one though has a viewing in the late afternoon."

"Then that's our plan for today."

"Y/N! Y/N!" Owen screamed loudly from the kitchen "Come here real quick."

With your phone still in one hand, you waddled over to your best friend. "What's the emergency?" you looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Do this TikTok with me." he pleaded and looked at you with a slight pout, shoving his phone in your face. Your eyes scanned the screen and then you scoffed, "First of all since when are you on lesbian TikTok? And secondly, that's a bit... explicit... don't you think?"

"W- Our lips don't have to touch! I don't have anybody else to do it with! Y/N Come On!" he yelled after your figure who left the kitchen with a shaking head and hot cheeks.

Your thought didn't stop racing for the rest of the day. Did Owen want to kiss you? Or was he just so comfortable with your friendship that he really didn't care? You hated that you were a cliche, falling in love with your childhood best friend. Growing up you were always the one rolling your eyes at your parents who thought that you and Owen would make just such a cute couple but here you were, sitting on his couch, your heart beating in your chest and extremely conscious of his presence.

Little did you know that Owen felt the exact same. Over the years and especially puberty, he started to develop feelings for you. At first, he tried to deny them, telling himself that it's just that he's used to you being around but then he left to pursue his acting career and he missed you more than everything in the world. Not a single day went by when he didn't think of you or tried to call you. Ever since then, he tried to be close to you in one way or the other, he didn't care if it was just his leg touching yours or your body heat warming him up.

Due to the fact that you were both anxious people, neither of you ever made a move. He missed your longing stares and you missed the way he was checking you out every time he looked at you.

His friends finally talked some confidence into him and so he took little steps into what should eventually lead to him confessing his love for you. He started to flirt more with you, give you loads of compliments and asked you if you wanted to do some TikTok or lives with him.

Tapping on your shoulder made you look up from your phone, the TikTok you've been watching looping on your screen. Owen stood next to you, his phone pointed to you, a mischievous smirk prominent on his face and whipped cream can in his other hand.

"No." you tried to be serious but a chuckle escaped your lips. Owen turned the camera to him and sprayed some cream into his mouth then stared at you with squinted eyes, the whipped cream flowing out of his mouth.

You stared at him for a couple of seconds, your brain in overdrive, hands sweaty and heart beating rapidly. An idea washed over you and you tilted your head before leaning in close. Owen's eyes went wide and he nearly choked on the cream. But you weren't gonna kiss him seconds before your lips would have met, you halted. Then you slowly took the can of whipped cream out of his hand and sprayed it all over his head.

"You didn't!" he gasped with a full mouth while you laid on the floor, holding your stomach in laughter. Something wet hit your face that stopped you from laughing further. Owen had a massive grin on his face, one hand dripping slightly and his hair, less creamy.

"Be cautious Joyner" you warned standing up on your tiptoes to be as close to him as possible, your pointer finger pressing into his chest "I know where your bed sleeps."

You tried to back out of the situation, knowing damn well that it can easily get out of hand with you two and a whipped cream match would make a lot of mess. But Owen being the child he is, didn't back out, instead, he ripped the can out of your hand and sprayed it down your back.

The war ended peacefully. The cans of whipped cream, yes you found more cans, laying somewhere in the living room both of you covered from head to toe, breathing heavily. Owen held his hands up in surrender and looked up to your position on the coffee table.

"Ha! I win! Told you I didn't want to do the TikTok." you smiled triumphantly. "I say loser cleans this up." before Owen could protest you sprinted to the shower. Lucky for you he actually started to clean up when you walked out of the bathroom, dressed in comfortable sweats and one of Owens hoodie, your damp hair falling over your shoulders.

"Hey Y/N?" Owen asked somehow nervously. "Yes darling?" you answered with a bad British accent.

"Can you come here for a second?"

"Owen I'm not doing that TikTok with you, you just saw how that ended," you argued but made your way over to him. He stood in the middle of the room, his phone propped up on a shelf.

"You have something on your face." you chuckled and whipped away some dried leftovers from your previous war.

"Can you react to this song? I don't remember where I know it from" he asked, his voice shaking slightly. You furrowed your eyebrows at his odd behaviour just moments ago he was normal and now he acted very strangely.

"Sure." he pulled you in front of him, his hands resting on your shoulders.

'Baby, you're like lightning in a bottle

I can't let you go now that I got it'

“Sounds like BORNS…” you whispered more to yourself than to him and continued to listen to the song “Are you sure you just haven't…” you turned around to face him.

Owen took this as his opportunity to cup your face with both of his hands, softly pressing his lips to yours.

Your breath hitched and it took you a second to realise what was happening. The confidence Owen had just moments ago vanished when you didn't kiss him back immediately. Why should you? You never gave a hint that you liked him like that as well.

Just as he was about to pull away and apologize profusely, you overcame your state of shock. Your arms grabbed his hips to pull him closer, deepening the kiss. You felt him smile against your lips. Your stomach erupted with butterflies, your whole body tingled and your cheeks felt hot.

He was the first one to pull away, resting his forehead on yours. Both breathing heavily, the filming camera was completely forgotten, you looked in each other's eyes.

“I wanted to do that for so long,” you admitted and unconsciously bit your lip. Owen gulped heavily, “Me too but, what the hell! I mean how crazy is that?!”

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raeandwhatnot · 3 years

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Crazy Baking- Charlie Gillespie Imagine

Summary: You bake a cake with Charlie and Owen, and it gets a little crazy in the kitchen.

Prompt: "How the hell did you get cake batter on the ceiling?!" "Your guess is as good as mine.”

Warnings: a few minor swear words. (Platonic!Owen)

Words: 1.7k

Requests: open (x) closed ()

A/N: I found the word prompt from @promptsforthestugglingauthor! Also, sorry this one is a little shorter than my other imagines. I’m in the midst of doing finals, but enjoy this cute imagine!

“Hey, babe? Can you get the flour and sugar out for me, please?” I ask Charlie while setting two medium sized bowls on the counter. Charlie, Owen, and I are baking a cake for Madison’s surprise birthday party tonight. Savannah is planning it all, and I have no idea why she had Charlie and Owen in charge of the cake because they are wild animals when they are together. Therefore, I offered to help because I want the cake to turn out good! Also, so that nothing catches on fire!

“Where is that again?” Charlie asks.

I turn my head to see where he was looking. He was just standing in the middle of the kitchen like a lost puppy. “It is in the pantry on the bottom shelf,” I point out. He nods his head and goes to the pantry.

As I was grabbing and plugging in the mixer, I hear the front door open. “Who’s ready to bake a cake!?” the sound of Owen’s voice comes from the living room. “Sorry I’m late, (Y/N)!”

“It’s okay, O. I was beginning to worry you were going to ditch us!” I joke.

“You know, it was really tempting, but I knew you would kill me if I didn’t come help,” Owen said as he set down his backpack on the couch before walking into the kitchen.

“Damn right she would have!” Charlie says, setting down the flower and sugar next to the mixing bowl.

“Alright!” I exclaim while clapping my hands. “Let’s get to baking! We can’t be late bringing in the cake for the party! I will mix the dry ingredients, Owen you will mix the wet ingredients, and Charlie you will put the two together. I will then pour it into the cake pan. Sound good?”

Charlie and Owen in sync solute and say, “Yes, ma’am!”

I chuckle at them being so alike. “Sweet! Let’s do this!” I say enthusiastically! I separated the wet and dry ingredients for Owen and I. “Oh, babe! Can you please preheat the oven to 350 for me, please?” I ask Charlie kindly.

“I sure can!” he says, skipping to the oven.

“Thank you!” I smile and start putting the dry ingredients together.

I suddenly feel big arms wrap around me from behind. “Of course, babe,” Charlie whispers in my ear and kisses my cheek. I blush at his actions. I hear Owen gag beside me as Charlie was being lovey dovey to me.

“Oh, shut up Owen!” I exclaim as I whisk the ingredients.

“Aw, does Owen need some love, too?” Charlie asks in a baby voice, unwrapping his arms around me to wrap his arms around Owen instead.

Owen immediately tries to get Charlie off of him as he is trying to mix his wet ingredients. “Ew, no! Get off of me!” Owen complains.

Charlie laughs as he attempts to hold on to Owen, but he fails as Owen pushed him away. “Fine then!” Charlie scoffs and fold his arms like a child. “I’ll go back to (Y/N). Don’t complain about not getting loves when you don’t want them!” I giggle at them being so dramatic. Charlie walks back to me, wraps his arms around my waist, and snuggles in my neck.

“You guys are ridiculous!” I say. “Are you done with your mixing?” I ask Owen.

“Almost!” Owen replies as he mixes more.

“Sweet,” I whisper. “I’m going to run to the restroom real quick. Once Owen is done mixing, Charlie you can put the dry and wet bowls into the bigger bowel. I’ll be right back. Please, don’t make a mess!” I instruct as I take off the apron that was around my torso.

“Okay, okay!” Charlie says, raising his hands in defense. I grab him by the shoulder and place a kiss on his cheek and walk to the bathroom

“She is quite demanding today,” I hear Owen whisper.

“When is she not?” Charlie whispers back.

I roll my eyes and shout, “I heard that!” I then hear them snicker at my response. I reach the bathroom that was attached to my bedroom and shut the door. I use this time to check my phone and look at my notifications. I saw that Savannah texted that we were going to set up her apartment for the party around 5:30. I looked at the time to see it was 3:00, so thank goodness we have time for the cake to cool down for a bit before we have to leave. Plus, I still have to get ready.

Suddenly, I could hear the boys laughing along with a couple of clanking noises. I can’t help but think they are messing around. I finish up in the bathroom, wash my hands, and walk back to the kitchen. As soon as I walk in, Charlie and Owen were wrestling on the couch in the living room. I notice there were a couple of spills around the large bowl that Charlie used to mix the dry and wet ingredients, and they also poured the batter into the cake pan for me. “Guys!” I shout to get their attention. They both instantly stop at my voice. “Why are you wrestling? You could have put the cake in the oven!”

Owen stands up first, “He started it!”

Charlie slaps Owen’s thigh, “I did not!”

“Yes, you did! You started to attack me when I said I was going to-“ Owen starts to say before Charlie hits him again.

“Dude!” Charlie says through his teeth as he stands up next to Owen.

I place my hands on my hips. “You were going to what?” I ask seriously.

“Nothing!” Owen squeaks and walks back into the kitchen. “Here, let me put the cake in the oven.” He opens the oven door, carefully puts in the cake in the oven, shuts the oven door, and turns on a timer for 35 minutes.

“Owen,” I say as I grab his arm to face me. “What did you guys do?” I ask sternly. Owen then just looks up. I hear Charlie let out a frustrated sigh. I look up as well to see cake batter on the ceiling. "How the hell did you get cake batter on the ceiling?!"

"Your guess is as good as mine,” Charlie sighs.

“Yeah, we were messing around, and next thing we know, there’s batter on the ceiling! I was about to tell you, but then Charlie over here didn’t want to tell you. One of us was going to just clean it up, so we were wrestling to see who would clean it up,” Owen explains.

“We’re sorry, (Y/N),” Charlie apologizes.

“Honestly, it’s okay,” I reassure. “I’m not upset at all! I thought you guys broke something. This is nothing!” Both Charlie and Owen let out a relieved sigh. I grab two rags from a drawer and hand it to the them. “But you guys are both cleaning it up.”

They both chuckle. “I got the ceiling,” Owen says, slapping the rag on Charlie’s shoulder. They wet their rags and soak it in dish soap to clean up their mess.

As they do so, I put away all the ingredients we used as well as put the measuring cups, tablespoons and teaspoons, bowls, and whisks into the sink. I turn towards the boys. Owen got a chair and was wiping the ceiling. Charlie had finished wiping the counters as he was drying them with a paper towel. “Thank you, guys. See how officiant that was without wrestling?” I smile.

“Yeah, yeah,” Owen sighs. “But wrestling is just so fun!”

“Mmm, I don’t know about that. The horseplay made a mess in the first place!” I say.

“Okay? You know wrestling is fun,” Charlie winks as he pinned me against the counter I was leaning on. I shake my head and playfully push his chest. Next thing I know, Charlie picks me up by the waist and throws me over his shoulder. I screeched as I was now upside down! He jogs over to the living room before he throws me on the couch. Through my protests to let me down, I could hear Charlies contagious laugh. He pins me down by straddling my hips and starts to tickle me. I try to kick Charlie off, but it was no use!

“Mercy! Mercy!” I scream through my giggles. “Th-this isn’t wr-wrestling! This i-is tor-rcher!” I could barely speak through my laughter.

Charlie finally stops tickling me before plopping his full body onto mine, his face nuzzling into my neck. “I’m sorry for making a mess in your kitchen. I know you’re stressed about making the cake and wanting the party to be nice,” he whispers.

I move my head to give Charlie a kiss at the top of his head, “It’s okay, babe.”

Suddenly, I feel even more pressure on my body as Owen jumps on top of Charlie. Charlie and I let out a groan because of Owen’s weight.

“Owen! Get your fat ass off of me!” Charlie exclaims right into my ear.

“You’re not the one being squished! I’m under here, too!” I say.

“But you guys are comfy!” Owen whines.

“OWEN!” Charlie and I shout at the same time.

I could physically hear the sound of Owen rolling his eyes. “You guys are no fun,” Owen huffs before getting off of Charlie who then got off of me. I let out a deep breath as I could now breathe properly. Charlie holds out his hand to help me stand up. As I stood up, Charlie pulls me close to him to give me a sweet kiss. I hum in the kiss before I pull away.

“I’m going to let you guys hang out, so I can get ready for the party,” I announce.

“Sounds good, babe,” Charlie smiles. I give him a kiss on the cheek. When I pulled away from Charlie’s grip to walk to my bedroom, he smacks my butt. This causes me to squeal a little bit as I was not expecting him to do that in front of Owen. I could feel my cheeks get warm and I walked faster to my bedroom. Charlie giggled at my reaction. I could hear Owen making a comment at how gross we were.

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charlies-gillespie · 3 years

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risqué | owen joyner (part two)

PART ONE

paring: fem!reader x owen joyner

summary: even after everything that happened new year’s eve, Owen and reader don’t stop, especially since reader’s birthday is New Year’s day ... (34) “were you just touching yourself?” “maybe”

requested: yes

length: medium

rating: R

warnings: SMUT. birthday sex, touching, dirty talk

!! NOT MY GIF !!

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authors note: and here’s part two. enjoy :)

Owen left the bed to go grab some snacks. It’s close to four in the morning and it’s now your birthday. You’re grateful to have ended the past year on a high note while also beginning your birthday on a high note.

All the sex you’ve had tonight has been the best you’ve ever had. Sex with Owen is always amazing, but tonight has been breathtaking. Every movement, every kiss, and every touch. It feels like it’s the first time over and over again.

The memory of Owen touching you is basically fresh in your mind, and you feel your core begin to throb a bit as you remember how his fingers felt on your skin. You remember how his fingers ran through your folds and occasionally flicked your stimulated clit. You rub your thighs together, needing some relief. Then you decide to do it yourself since you don’t know when Owen will be back.

You reach under the covers and begin to mimic Owen’s fingers and how they felt last night. A gasp passes your lips as your fingers run through your already slick folds. Your eyes flutter shut as you spread your legs apart to make it easier for yourself.

Soft sighs pass your lips as you play with your clit. You pant slightly and squirm under your own touch. Before you can stop it, you moan out, “Owen.”

Then you hear the floor creak and your eyes fly open, seeing a wide-eyed Owen standing in the doorway. “Shit,” you mumble under your breath. “Owen, I can explain-”

“Were you just touching yourself?” he asks, interrupting you.

You blink at him and say, “Maybe.”

Owen shuts the door, locking it. He drops the snacks on the bedside table and crawls back onto the bed. He hovers over you and says, “Let me help.”

His fingers replace yours and you gasp softly. You stare up at Owen as he gently begins to rub your already stimulated clit. You bite your lip softly, trying to stay quiet. Owen pulls your lip out from between your teeth, saying, “You know what that does to me so unless you want another round of birthday sex, then stop doing that.”

With a shaky voice, you ask, “What if I want another round of birthday sex?”

He smirks and says, “Then you’ll get another around of birthday sex.” Then he pulls the blankets off of you and settles between your legs. Owen’s lips crash to yours and you gasp. You cup his face as you heavily makeout with Owen. His fingers slide into you and you moan softly against his lips.

You make soft noises as Owen fingers you. Your fingers are in Owen’s hair, gripping slightly. His tongue slips between your slightly parted lips. Owen groans softly as his tongue slides into your mouth.

“Owen,” you moan against his lips. “Please.”

Your boyfriend asks, “Please what?”

You pull back from the kiss and pant, “Fuck me, Owen. I need you to fuck me.”

Owen smiles and says, “I have fucked you, Y/N. Multiple times since yesterday.”

“And I’m asking you you to fuck me again,” you say. “I want you to fuck me like you haven’t fucked me multiple times since yesterday.”

He smirks and says, “Gladly.”

Quickly, Owen grabs yet another condom out of the box that sits on your bedside table next to the snacks Owen grabbed. He slides it on himself before settling back between your legs. His tip runs through your folds and you sigh softly.

Owen begins to kiss your neck and you tilt your head back, giving him full access to your neck. You feel him begin to slide into you. You sigh, a smile on your face as you’re overwhelmed with pleasure.

You feel Owen leave a mark on your neck and you say, “I have to explain all these marks and stuff to my mother when we go downstairs later.”

“You can tell her how good I fucked you,” Owen mumbles against the skin on your neck. “Because I’m about to fuck you so good, princess.” He used the nickname. You know what’s coming, and you can’t wait.

He begins thrusting hard into you. You gasp and moan as he moves thrusts his hips. Your back is arched off the bed. Owen kisses your chest as he moves.

You moan out, “Oh, God. Owen. Don’t stop. Fuck, please don’t stop.”

Owen asks, “Harder?” Then he pounds into you without holding back. Your bed creaks with every movement. Your nails are digging into the skin on Owen’s arms. Your mouth is open and moans pass your lips.

A knot forms in your stomach as Owen thrusts his hips hard into you. You stare up at Owen above you and pant, “I am so in love with you. You always make me feel so good.”

Your boyfriend leans down and presses a sweet kiss to your lips as he continues to fuck you. You groan against his lips as you’re pulled closer to an orgasm. You cup Owen’s face as his tip begins to slam into your g-spot again and again. You moan loudly against his lips.

The knot in your stomach begins to explode and you pull back from the kiss, moaning Owen’s name and a punch of profanities. “Fuck, Owen,” you cry out. “God.”

His movements get sloppy as he releases into the condom. You pant as Owen helps you both ride out your climaxes. Owen’s covered in a layer of sweat and collapses onto you with a sigh. You smile and look at Owen. He looks up at you and says, “No more birthday sex. I’m all sexed out. I don’t think I have another round in me after that.”

You smile and say, “We’ve been going since pretty much yesterday. I think it’s okay if we stop. The birthday sex has been amazing.”

Owen laughs and says, “I hope your birthday started out nice.”

“It started out with you fucking me. I think it’s the best start to a birthday I’ve had in a long time,” you say to Owen.

He kisses you softly before he pulls out of you and pulling off the condom, tying it off and throwing it out. You get back under the covers and cuddle up to Owen, intertwining your legs with his.

“We need to come up with an excuse to why I have marks all over my neck and chest,” you say as you get comfortable.

Owen smiles and says, “Wear a turtleneck. It’s cold enough.”

You laugh and shakes your head, burying your face in Owen’s neck and dozing off.

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undyingskies · 3 years

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PDA

Request: Hello! Could you do an Owen Joyner one where he finds out (in a game or something) that his S/O likes forehead kisses and to be called Angle and Chickadee?

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy! There are no warnings for this one! I am happy to take more requests if anyone has them! xoxo

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You didn’t want to be frustrated or upset but you were, you weren’t huge on PDA either but it’d be nice if your boyfriend acted like your boyfriend in public. But no, Owen would barely even hold your hand in public and you didn’t really understand. He wouldn’t even call you a nickname.

It just never felt like the right moment to bring it up or tell him, you didn’t want to make him do anything he was uncomfortable with or upset him. It would be nice to feel like your boyfriend was proud of you and wanted to show you off just a little bit though.

It seems random to be having all these thoughts right now, but you’re getting ready for a party tonight with the rest of the cast so you know that Owen wouldn’t be very close to your side for the rest of the night.

You’re finishing getting ready, running your fingers through your curled hair and making sure that your dress is laying perfectly on your body. If he wouldn’t touch you, you could at least make him look at you.

“Hey Y/N, almost ready?” You hear your boyfriend calling out to you as you walk into the hall, almost running into him not realizing he was walking towards the room.

“Oh, I’ll take that as a yes.” He says with a laugh, while looking down at you and grabbing onto your hands to make you do a twirl.

“You look beautiful.” He says, leaning down to give you a kiss.

“Thank you, you don’t look too bad yourself.” You’re not wrong, he looks good. He’s in a button up and his hair has gotten longer since filming and it really just made him that much more handsome.

You lean in to give him one more kiss, then taking him by his hand to walk into the living room. Charlie is sitting on the couch waiting for you guys and upon seeing him Owen is quick to drop your hand. Yep, even in front of Charlie he still won’t show much affection. You feel your smile fall and Charlie notices, giving you a sympathetic smile.

“Well you guys ready to go?” Charlie asks while grabbing his keys heading for the door, you guys following behind him.

Charlie and Owen occupy the front seat and you take the back. The boys quickly fall into their conversation, leaving you just giving them “oh yeahs” and “mm’s.” You’re not really in the mood for a conversation right now, too caught up in your thoughts. Owen notices your silence though.

You get to the party rather quickly; it wasn’t far from the boy’s apartment. You hop out of the car and head towards the door but before you can, Owen is grabbing onto your hand pulling you behind.

“Is everything okay?” He asks the worry evident on his face and voice.

“Ya, I’m fine!” You lean in to give him a quick kiss before you walk inside, him closely behind.

By the time you make it inside, the party is already in full swing. Everyone has huge smiles on their faces and are having a great time.

“I’m gonna go catch up with the boys, see if I can find them.” Owen tells you; he gives your hand a quick squeeze.

“Sounds good, I’ll find the girls! We can catch up later.” You let him know with a smile and then you two are on your separate ways.

You make your way through the party hoping to see your friends, but you’re having a hard time. As much as you know the cast and crew, there are still a lot of crew members you didn’t know or have yet to meet.

A familiar laugh catches your ear as you turn the corner. That’s when you see the girls, Madi, Jadah, and Tori; but not Savannah, weird. You walk up to the group, quick to give everyone hugs, saying hello.

You’re quick to get engulfed in the conversation with the girls. They’re talking about some guy Tori thought was cute at the party. You jump at the feeling of someone’s hand on your wrist, you turn to see Savannah smiling at you.

“Can I steal you for a second, talk really quick?” She asks, you nod letting her know yes.

“I’ll be right back girls.” They give you a quick wave and immediately go back to their conversation.

Savannah pulls you through the party and leads you outside to the balcony. She turns and just stares at you for a bit. You give her a look of confusion.

“Soooo?” She asks.

“Sooo what??” You ask, confused by her actions now.

“Have you talked to Owen yet?” Oh, ya. Savannah has been your confidant lately with how you have been feeling.

“No, I haven’t. It’s never felt like the right moment to bring it up...” You trail off.

“Come on Y/N, you’re never gonna feel better or fix the issue if you don’t talk to him about it!”

“I know Sav, it’s just how do I bring it up? Like hey Owen, I really wish you would act like you liked me in front of other people?? Like a nickname would be nice or even just forehead kisses!! Instead of always just dropping my hand and standing like 5 feet away from me!”

“You have to tell him...” She tells you.

“I know, I know! But seriously it’s hard! I don’t know how to be like hey maybe please use a nickname? Call me Angel maybe? I always thought that was a cute one. I know he’s not huge on PDA but holding my hand doesn’t seem to hard or just leaving kisses on my forehead, that’s all I ever really wanted!” You tell her getting more frustrated by the minute.

Little did you know that Owen was standing on the other side of the door listening to the whole thing. He was looking for you and noticed you and Savannah on the balcony. He went to talk to you guys but once he heard you talking it stopped him dead in his tracks.

Did he really do that? He knows he wasn’t very loving in public, it’s just that PDA wasn’t really his thing. He didn’t mean to make you feel that way or make it seem like he didn’t want people knowing you were his girlfriend.

He walks away to gather his thoughts; he really didn’t want to hear the rest of the conversation as it started to break his heart.

“Hey man, you alright?” Charlie asks him as he can see the concern on Owen’s face when he makes his way back over to the guys.

“Do I really push Y/N away when people are around? Like does it seem like I’m embarrassed by her or that I don’t like her?” He asks Charlie, by the look on Charlie’s face he thinks he knows the answer.

“If you want the truth man, ya. You drop her hand and move away from her even if it’s just me in the room. I get it, you’re not huge on PDA but you could give her a little affection. It wouldn’t hurt anyone and I know it would make her feel better.”

“So, she’s talked about to you also?” That one hurt, everyone seemed to know but him.

“Well ya. Not a lot though, she just wanted to see if it was just in her head or not. She didn’t want to bring it up because she didn’t want to hurt you or make you uncomfortable.” Charlie says, putting his hand on Owen’s shoulder to comfort him.

“I would go talk to her dude, only way you can make it better.”

Owen knows he’s right. He goes to find his girlfriend hoping he could fix the situation. He never wanted her to question his love for her.

He’s able to find her back inside with the group of girls. They all are sitting on the couch, talking and drinking from their cups. When they see Owen approach, silence falls over them.

“Hey Y/N, could I maybe steal you for a second? I just wanna talk to you.” He says reaching his hand out to her. This could be the start of the change. She looks at him and then his hand and takes it hesitantly.

He quickly pulls her through the crowd, but instead of the balcony this time he takes her to an empty room for some privacy. Once the door is closed, he’s quick to place his lips on hers. Her hands quickly entangling themselves in his hair as she melts into the kiss.

She is quick to pull away though.

“Owen, as much as I love kissing you. This is not normal.” She tries laughing it off.

“What’s up with you?” She asks him, the confusion evident on her face. As much as her boyfriend is loving in private, he would never pull something like this because of his fear that someone may walk in.

“Truthfully Y/N, I overheard your conversation with Savannah...”

“Oh...”

“Ya, then I asked Charlie about it too and he said you talked to him about it also. I didn’t really realize I was doing that and I’m sorry but it does hurt that you went to everyone else but me to talk about it.” He says, while pulling on her hand to have her sit next to him on the bed. His hand then moving to caress her thigh.

“It’s okay, I just… I don’t know. I never knew how to bring it up. I never wanted to force you to do something you weren’t comfortable with or make you feel hurt. It just felt easier talking to everyone but you and I’m sorry, I was just scared.” You look down at his hand that’s on your thigh, embarrassed that this is the way he found out. Owen’s quick to place his hand under your chin, pulling your face up to make eye contact.

“You never have to feel that way when it comes to talking to me about these kinds of things. I want you to come to me with anything no matter what it is, that way we can talk it through and fix it. I never knew I was acting like that! PDA always just intimidated me and I wasn’t really sure how to go about it, ya know? I never wanted to make you feel weird either.” Of course, that sounds like your boyfriend. You chuckle at the thought, of course he was worried about messing something up as silly as PDA.

His face lights up at the sound of your chuckle, knowing his words are helping the situation.

“I get that, but I can promise you some PDA is way better than none!” You tell him, playfully swatting at his chest. Owen grabs onto your hand and pulls you close to leave a sweet kiss on your lips.

“Noted.” He is laughing before placing another kiss onto your lips. Then he’s pulling you to your feet and pulling you close for a hug.

“So angel, we’re better know?” Your cheeks tinting pink at his words knowing he overheard your conversation with Savannah.

“Ya, we’re all better now.”

“Anything else I should need to know before we head back out there? Other nicknames? Any other notes you’d like to give me.” He asks, laughing.

“You know I always liked the idea of the nickname chickadee! I always thought it was cute and a little different.” You tell him, watching a smile form on his face.

“Chickadee and Angel it is then.” He says and places a kiss on your forehead.

“Heard you like those too.” Owen sends you a wink at his words. You laugh pulling him in for another hug and kiss.

As you pull apart, he places one last kiss on your forehead.

“Well let’s get going then angel, time to show the world how much I adore you.”

He’s got you by the hand and pulling you back out to the party. A huge smile across both your faces.

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adorethedistance · 3 years

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A Pretty Good Bad Idea - Owen Joyner x Reader

JATP masterlist

Warnings: swearing, peer pressure kinda, very mild n fluffy

Words: 1865

Summary: Touring with the Julie and The Phantoms cast as a dancer has been the best time of your life, and the only thing that could make it better is the reciprocated affections of a cute, blond drummer.

A/N: So this piece is 1) inspired by this interview and 2) entirely self indulgent. It’s something I haven’t been able to get out of my mind every time I’m doing warm ups, and putting it down on ,, digital paper is my only way to get rid of it lmao. I hope y’all enjoy bc I know this scenario makes me really happy and I love sharing my joy with y’all.

I let out an involuntary whine when I roll forward into my almost-center splits. My hips are so sore from yesterday’s performance I had to force myself to start stretching in the first place. Getting a head start, I arrived at the concert venue an hour earlier than call time to get my lengthy stretching routine out of the way before the other girls show up. Slowly but surely, the rest of the dancers arrived and we began getting ready together.

“I have a speaker!” Tori announces to the room upon entering which makes me jump up from my seat.

“Yes! May I do the honors and bless y’all with my musical theatre playlist?” The rest of the group cheers, exposing themselves for the theatre kids that we are. After hearing the chime that signifies the speaker-phone pairing, a few seconds pass before “Cell Block Tango” begins to play. The entire group feigns outrage but we know all the words and soon indulge in such shameful pandering. A good pre-show playlist is what really gets me amped up for performing and after yesterday’s queue of ‘today’s hits’ pop, the musical theatre is a nice change of pace.

Since I’d gotten here so early, I decided to do my makeup before stretching and I still had time to spare. The only thing left for me to do was to get in costume but I’d wait until a little closer to showtime so that I could still eat and drink for the time being. This also meant I was free to roam and bother other people as they got ready, doing what I’d done almost an hour ago.

“So, Y/n?”

“Hm?”

“What’s going on with you and Owen?” I feel my breathing halt for a microsecond before looking up at, one of the other dancers and also my friend, Ella. My eyebrows are cinched in confusion as I try my best to figure out what it is she’s getting at.

“I don’t know, Ella. What is going on with me and Owen?”

“Oh come on. Your Instagram story from yesterday?” Oh. That.

“We just went to lunch?” I seemingly ask more than state.

“Yeah. Just the two of you. Don’t hold out on us, we wanna know what’s going on!”

“Really, Ella, there’s nothing going on. We’re just getting to know each other better.”

“Just getting to know each other better? Or getting to know each other better?” Tori butts in, dusting her cheeks with a subtle highlight.

“The first one?”

“How many times have you hung out?”

“Just the once.”

“Are you planning another date?”

“It wasn’t a date-”

“Do you want us to help wingman you?”

“I really don’t-”

“Hey.” The rapid-fire of questions cease when the gang of us look up to see Owen himself standing in the doorway.

“Speak of the devil,” Tori snickers as the rest of the girls slowly disperse and smugly resume doing their makeup. Owen makes a face in reaction to her comment but chooses not to pry.

“Could I borrow some hairspray? This one piece of hair won’t stay.” Despite each of the girls having a full can of hairspray on hand, nobody makes a move to give him the product, indicating that I should be the one to help him out. Rolling my eyes at the look Ella is giving me through the mirror, I stand from my chair and hand Owen the can of hairspray. He then looks straight ahead and moves to use the product but I stop him before he can.

“What’s your plan?”

“What?”

“Are you just gonna spray the piece?”

“...yeah?”

“That’s not gonna work since the rest of your hair already has product in it. Can I help you?” Owen nods amiably and takes a seat after I gesture for him to sit in my chair. I then realize my mistake as I need the comb on the grey countertop, and have to consequently reach past Owen in a way that wouldn’t be so compromising had I not worn such a low-cut top. Thankfully it’s over as fast as it began, and walking to the sink in the corner of the dressing room, I run the cool water over the bristles. It isn’t until I turn off the tap that I notice how eerily quiet the room had gotten. None of the girls are talking, attentively studying my every move as I cross back to Owen.

“Is this Chicago?”

“Uh, yeah, We’re listening to my musical theatre playlist though, not the whole soundtrack,” I respond in spite of the nervous laugh that falls from my lips. The slight slouch in Owen’s posture doesn’t help me to see what I’m doing clearly enough. Using my index finger and an upturned palm, I tilt his chin up to get a better look at his hair, willfully ignoring the fact that he’s staring at me right now.

Still, silence fills the room as I take the wet comb through the front section of his hair where the stubborn strand won’t stay put. Once the water binds the pieces together, I grab my can of hairspray and struggle to uncap it. The outside is slick from god knows what, but thankfully Owen doesn’t let me struggle anymore and holds up his hands to wordlessly offer his help. I hand him the can, and he pops the top off after barely struggling. Handing the can back to me, he holds onto the lid, and the entire exchange remains completely silent.

I have to work quickly in my next step, but it’s not enough to distract from the fact that everyone in the room is watching me intently. Holding the aerosol can away from the crowd of people, I put some of the product on the comb and quickly work it into Owen’s hair while it’s still wet. Once the comb has formed his hair to my liking, I stop brushing it through in fear of the now dry hairspray ruining the shape. Then, I use my left hand to shield Owen’s eyes from getting any product in them before spraying the offending area to seal in my hard work.

The sound of a cell door sliding closed signifies the end of the song, and I wait for a second, eagerly anticipating the next song to play. Upon hearing the staccato piano notes of “Bad Idea” from Waitress, a smile appears on my face.

“I love this song.” Lunging back on my right leg, I create a little distance between us to make sure I didn’t completely butcher the rest of his hair, singing as I do.

“It’s a bad idea, me and you.”

“I know, I totally agree.” Pleasantly surprised by his joining in, my smile grows bigger.

“It’s a bad idea, me and you.”

“I’ve never known anything so true-”

“It’s a terrible idea, me and you.” The effortlessness that the two of us find in harmonizing is a genuine shock and an absolute thrill all at once. Once Owen sees how excited I am by his joining in me, it’s like a switch had been flipped; the two of us immediately slip into Actor Mode and begin to sing the song as if we were performing it on a Broadway stage.

“You have a wife.” I take a small step back out of the character’s hesitation.

“You have a husband.” Owen mirrors my action.

“You’re my doctor-” I cross my arms across my chest, but release my right hand to gesture to Owen standing in front of me.

“You’ve got a baby coming-” He uses both hands to gesture back to me in my ‘pregnant’ state.

“It’s a bad idea, me and you,” the two of us turn slightly away from facing one another in false bashfulness. When the music picks up, the two of us avidly step toward one another to come together. In perfect synchronization, I grab Owen’s forearms and his hands face upwards to hold onto my elbows.

“Let’s just keep kissing ‘til we come to.”

“Heart, stop racing, let’s face it-” Owen pivots his step out to the side to face forward, extending his right arm which cues me to turn into him and take his other hand to spin out.

“Making mistakes like this will make worse what is already pretty bad.” Then he extends his right arm forward, and I turn into him once again.

“Mind, stop running. It’s time we just let this thing go.” Instead of spinning out again, I stop in front of him where he wraps both of his arms around me.

“It was a pretty good bad idea,” in our harmony I cast my gaze upward to see Owen staring right back down at me, and I feel like I’m seeing stars, “Wasn’t it though?”

The two of us continue dancing and singing with one another as if the rest of the world doesn’t exist. It’s only the two of us, here and now. The other girls in the room don’t miss the way I seem to smile like never before, and I sure as hell don’t miss the way my stomach fills with butterflies. When he holds me so close and dear for each intimate moment of the song, I’m seeing stars. A bold happiness consumes me, the same happiness I felt when Owen and I laughed over lunch in that small pizzeria.

The final harmony draws the song to a close and when it finishes, the two of us fall into a breathless kind of laughter.

“I didn’t take a big enough breath for that last part.”

“Me neither.”

“Your hair stayed intact.”

“I must have a pretty good stylist.”

After recovering from our laughter the two of us wind up in a palpable stupor as we stare into one another’s eyes. A few blinks and my trance is broken, I become aware of our surroundings.

“I should get dressed soon, and you definitely need to get dressed.” Owen nods still somewhat breathless.

“Yeah. See you later for pulse?”

“Save me a spot,” I joke as he backs out of the threshold of our dressing room. Leaning against the doorframe I watch him disappear into his assigned dressing room with a small smile still lingering on my features.

“Just getting to know each other my ass!”

“What the heck was that?”

“Are you sure you don’t want us to wingman you?”

“Do you even need a wingman after something like that?”

Turning on my heel, I face the bunch of insatiable dancers and shake my head in disbelief.

“We were just acting, you guys.”

“Liar.”

“Excuse me?”

“Maybe you were acting, but he sure as hell wasn’t. Did you see the way he was looking at you? He is totally in love with you.” Ella shakes me by my shoulders.

“He’s just a really good performer is all.”

“When is your next date?” she completely ignores me.

“Okay-”

“Oh, and I want to be the maid of honor at your wedding-”

“It was just a song, Ella.”

“-Oh my god you guys are gonna have the cutest kids! I mean, your hair with his eyes and cheekbones? Ahh! The cutest.”

***

A/n: the way that being on tour isn’t the most unrealistic part of this fic, but instead Owen actually knowing the lyrics is? Work diva.

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Here With You | Owen Joyner x Reader

A/N: I interrupt this broadcast with an Owen Request where the reader and Owen are straight vibing but not able to get together as easily as they and the cast would like. It’s almost 5k of pure fluff and that’s so on brand for me. Enjoy xx

Word count: 4.7k

Warnings: swearing, typos, flooooof

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Madi was absolutely gobsmacked. It’s only been a week, but already you’ve managed to make her break character an embarrassing amount of times. Charlie and Jeremy couldn’t agree more when Madi shared this realization. Whenever they’re filming with you, they have to mentally prepare in hopes that they won’t laugh but they know it’s inevitable.

Season 3 of JATP allowed the directors to have way more creativity with introducing characters such as yourself. You were set to play a new member of Dirty Candy because the new season called for more analysis and character development of the popular girl group. Kenny welcomed you, and you were floored when you stepped on set your first day.

Savannah, Tori, and the other Dirty Candy girls made you feel comfortable quickly which, frankly, was relieving. All of you hung out during your first week at Savannah’s apartment, enjoying drinks and games; you got to really know the girls. By the end of the week, Savannah was comfortable yelling at you for messing around during a scene and you were comfortable messing with her costume any chance you got.

When you had scenes with the leads of the show, you were a little more apprehensive. You never got the chance to meet them before your scene with them and so you put on a more serious front when filming. But when Owen wanted to hide Charlie’s hydroflask, you subtly held out your hand and hid the water bottle behind your back. Owen gave you a grateful nod, but regretted it as soon as Charlie accused him of his crime and put the poor blonde into a headlock before you revealed his precious water bottle. Charlie and Jeremy jokingly said they would keep an eye on you while Owen gave you a hi-five. And with Madi, you easily developed a friendship when she saw you sneak some snacks between scenes, and you bonded over your munchy habits. Over time, they realized just how much they looked forward to filming with your character as you revealed more of yourself and your fun personality. It was never a dull moment with you.

One day, even though you had the day off, you visited the set. They were filming some scenes with just Madi and the guys. Owen often found himself talking to you instead of the other guys when they had breaks, and Madi acutely noticed that. When she saw the two of you doubled over in laughter, she realized that you had a knack for making others laugh and smile with ease, just like Owen. Honestly, you’ve probably made all of them break character more often than Owen has done in the past two seasons - a feat not so easily achieved. Even without your quick wit and impeccable humor, Madi always loved how warm and welcoming you were now that you were comfortable with the whole cast. Again, Charlie and Jeremy shared her sentiment. All three of them especially knew that Owen definitely appreciated their new cast member.

The drummer was enthralled by you. From the first sly smirk you offered him when he handed you Charlie’s water bottle, he knew he was hooked. He thought it was so adorable how you would make weird noises or intensely scrunched your nose whenever you fucked up a line. Then he thought you were such a wonderful force whenever you perfectly executed a scene. Every little mannerism or lilt in your voice fit your character to a tee, and Owen was in awe of your talent. But when you started to crack jokes or make fun of the guys for slipping up? Oh, he was a goner. Soon, the pair of you would bounce back and forth whenever you had the chance to improvise or fuck around.

And once Madi shared these observations with Savannah, they both tried their best to get their friends together. Keyword tried.

“Okay, I don’t know how much longer I can nudge Y/N into Owen before I explode,” Savannah huffs.

“Oh my god, same. If Owen doesn’t ask her out, I will be livid,” Madi replies with an eye roll. Jadah just shakes her head in disappointment.

The trio of girls all watch on as their oblivious friends have fun on the dance floor of the wrap party. It was clear that you both were in your own world amongst the partygoers, serenading to each other and dancing goofily. When Taylor Swift’s voice echoes through the room, Madi drops her head with a sigh when she sees you grab Owen’s arm in excitement.

“This would be so much cuter if they were together,” Savannah pouts as they observe the two of you jumping around.

You didn’t have a clue what Savannah, Jadah, and Madison were talking about because you were too busy having the time of your life with Owen. You couldn’t even hear the lyrics coming out of Owen’s mouth as he was so breathless from jumping around - you probably sound the exact same.

“Y/N, YOU ARE SO GOOD AT DANCING,” Owen yells with glee, imitating your ridiculous moves.

Even though your clothes were starting to stick to you from the sweat, your throat was raw from singing, and your feet absolutely killed, there was nowhere else you’d rather be. As soon as you arrived fashionably late, Owen immediately found you - how could he not when you always lit up the room and looked absolutely stunning. Owen had stuck by your side throughout the whole party, never being more than an arm’s length away. You didn’t notice that you never strayed away from him either, subconsciously always staying within his reach. It was like you were magnets, always drawn to each other no matter how far apart you were.

And when you started dancing, oh buddy. At first, the whole cast was dancing together, celebrating like crazy. Charlie was messing with everybody and goofing around while everyone else was vibing and having a good time. Soon, it was just a few of you dancing in your own little worlds. You didn’t know it, but Owen was usually one of the first people to leave the dance floor, always wanting to just watch instead of embarrass himself. You figured that he stuck by your side because now he was great at dancing as per Kenny Ortega, but Owen knows that it’s because of you. You had him wrapped around your finger. Sure, he was tired and he was honestly still a little iffy about dancing, but when you smile at him like that, he was rooted to the dance floor.

“Alright Joyner, I gotta go to the bathroom. You should go get something to drink after all that ‘dancing’,” you sigh, smirking when he laughed at your air quotes. You felt your feet screaming at you to take a break and couldn’t ignore them any longer.

“Fine, do you want something too?”

“Yes please!” You turn around and walk to the bathroom, passing the girls. Savannah almost gags at how obvious Owen was just staring at your ass as you walk away from him. She and the other girls follow you to the bathroom.

“Hey girl, having fun?” You just stepped up to the sink when your friends walk into the bathroom, joining you at the mirror and fixing up their outfits.

“I’m having a great time, you?” All the girls let out noises of agreements, and you miss their shared looks when you wash your hands.

“Looks like you were having the time of your life with Owen out there,” Madi teases. Jadah chuckles while checking on her makeup.

“I know what you guys are doing,” you retort, ignoring Madi’s quip, “it’s the wrap party and I’m enjoying all the time I have left with every one of y’all before we go our separate ways.”

You knew exactly what Madison was implying, but didn’t want to entertain any idea. Sure, you were closer to Owen than the other guys, but you didn’t want to get distracted by him or the idea of a relationship while you were filming...although, you guess that isn’t the case anymore. Regardless, you wanted to get away from their nosey tendencies.

When you and the girls leave the bathroom, you all go your separate ways. Immediately, your eyes search for the tall blonde boy, almost like they recognize that it’s been too long since they’ve been away from their companion blue eyes. When they do find Owen, you freeze on your spot, entranced by the scene in front of you. The way his smile lit up under the dim lights, how his hair fell through the fingers that ran through them, the way he took up the space around him and filled it with happiness and laughter....

It all became too much for your heart to handle. For weeks you’ve tried to suppress any inkling of romantic feelings for your co-star, but it’s useless. You bonded with Owen on so many levels and loved every second you spent with him. From laughs on set to deep late-night/early-morning talks after work, you loved every word that came out of his mouth and every time his eyes met yours. When his eyes finally meet yours across the room, the only word that flows through your head is fool - fool for believing that you could resist your feelings.

“I didn’t know if you wanted a real drink or water, but after our stellar Taylor Swift jam sesh, figured you needed to rehydrate,” Owen says as he hands you water. He shakes his head when you take several gulps of the drink and then give him a breathless thanks.

“I gotta ask,” Owen starts, watching you sip at your drink now that you feel better, “what’s with girls going to the bathroom together?”

“Oh, that? That’s just a thing you do, I don’t know,” you wonder, not really questioning this normal habit, “it’s our time to regroup and just talk I guess...I really don’t know!” You laugh when Owen lets out a little huff at your vague answer.

“Y’all talk about girl things like boys and clothes and stuff?” You wish you could snap at his archaic assumption, but you couldn’t because he was right. Instead, you stay silent, not letting him have the satisfaction of being right - he still laughs anyways.

“Speaking of boys, I heard Danny, one of the dancers, talking about you,” Owen informs you, idly pushing his straw around his drink.

“Oh?” You try not to overanalyze his subtle actions, but you hoped that the way he draws his lips into a tight line and stiffly nods might point signs towards something useful.

“Overheard him saying he might ask you out or something,” Owen takes a generous gulp of his drink, wincing at the burn of it, “would you go out with him?”

Owen scolds himself for asking that question because 1) that’s none of his business and 2) he’s subjecting himself to rejection if your answer is yes. But he just needs to know and patience was in short supply tonight.

“Nah, he’s not my type,” you answer. As close as you were observing your friend, you somehow miss how his chest slightly deflated with relief.

“And what’s your type?” Owen asks, trying not to sound so eager.

“Well,” you say slowly, thinking over your answer, “I don’t really care about looks really, but obviously he has to be kind. No assholes for me. And he’s gotta be passionate or ambitious. And he’s gotta be funny, but not funnier than me.”

“Guess I’m not an option then,” he jokes as soon as those words leave your mouth. Unsurprised by his quick wit, you retort back just as fast. You try not to stutter through your words as a result from his flirty comment.

“Don’t think of yourself too highly, Joyner. I’m way funnier than you so I think you would do just fine.” You’re surprised when he responds with a noncommittal noise instead of a sharp retort.

“So I guess I am an option?” Your eyes snap up at him and find him looking down at you with an unreadable expression. Not able to pinpoint his feelings through his expression, you quickly pick apart his question, trying to find any hint of a joke in his tone but finding none. If anything, you only find that the space between you two had significantly shortened; now you’re only a breath apart.

“Would you like to be one?” You ask with your eyes switching back and forth between his own, gauging his reaction at the question you throw back at him. Your lips were sensitive to the cold water you were sipping from how you started to chew through them. You almost choked on your next sip when Owen lifts a hand up to move a piece of hair out of your face with a trance-like expression. You knew that he was choosing his next words carefully as you both put your hearts out on the line. You could only wish to know what was going on under that gorgeous golden hair.

You felt like time stopped when Owen opened his mouth but felt it continue when you’re abruptly interrupted by Charlie’s loud shouts.

“Owen! Get over here! We’re gonna do the lift thing!” Charlie tugs at the arm that dropped from your face and Owen almost topples over from it. He couldn’t even spit out another word before Charlie drags him to the floor; he could only send you an apologetic glance. You wanted to throttle Charlie for taking Owen away, but you could never truly stay mad at the Canadian firecracker who was yelling at Owen to jump. Your serious conversation was put on the backburner as the boys somehow successfully do the lift. Sending a wave to a flying Owen, you find the girls and hang out with them for the rest of the night. They kept you busy, wanting to soak up all the time you had left with each other. By the time everyone was saying their goodbyes, you just met up with Owen again.

“I hoped you had a good night tonight,” Owen comments when you’re finally by his side, gathering your things.

“I did! It was so much fun. But I think my favorite part was dancing with you,” you admit. The drinks you shared with the girls loosened your tongue and you wanted to just blurt out everything and anything to Owen. Glancing behind Owen, you see that Savannah and Tori are waiting for you by the Uber and wiggling their eyebrows. You roll your eyes at them and try to gesture to them to fuck off, but Owen grabs your attention again.

“Listen,” he starts, fiddling with the buttons of his shirt.

“Yeah?” You look up at him through your lashes and Owen swears that his heart stops for just a second. Now that he finally has you close again after hours of fucking around with the guys, he was struck again with how utterly beautiful you are.

“I-”

“C’mon Y/N! The uber’s waiting!” You both turn to see Savannah hurriedly wave you over with Tori already in the car.

“Coming!” You yell back before turning back to the blonde. You try not to stare at the small exposed area of his chest as he picks at his buttons. Hoping that you finally get to talk about earlier, you look up at him when Savannah calls for you again.

“I,” he sighs before repeating his earlier gesture of moving a piece of hair out of your face, “I hope you get home safely.”

“Thanks Owen,” you sigh, hiding your disappointment.

“Good night, Y/N.”

You thank the higher power that you didn’t have to deal with your girlfriends’ knowing glances or teasing after tonight, but you curse the same power now that you won’t be seeing your favorite person anymore.

Honestly, Owen wasn’t surprised that he hadn’t heard much from you since wrapping the third season. Everyone was auditioning for roles, hanging out with friends and family, or devoting time to their own projects. Owen knew that you were participating in pilot season and very busy doing audition after audition. Not wanting to bother or distract you too much, he never brought up your conversation from the wrap party. Instead, he would send you encouraging texts whenever you sent quick updates throughout your time apart.

Sometimes he was lucky and got to facetime you whenever you decided to call him. He could act all embarrassed and admit that he would literally drop everything to answer your call, but he knows that Charlie, Jeremy, or Madi would never let him live it down. Heaven forbid Savannah gets wind of his eagerness to hear your voice or else he would have to deal with his old friend yelling at him again.

“Yeah I feel good about that audition, but you never know!” Your beautiful voice cuts in and out of his phone during one of your few calls and Owen silently swears at his apartment’s crappy wifi. Nonetheless, he’s not too mad when the screen freezes on your face, but he doesn’t tell you that.

“I keep saying you’re a great actor Y/N. You’ll get the part,” he offers sweetly and you scrunch your nose at his praise. He couldn’t resist taking a screenshot. You demand that he deletes the photo, but he loves it too much to listen to you.

“Are you ready to see my beautiful face next week?” Owen asks, flipping his hair dramatically.

“I’m absolutely dreading it. Can I ask them to delay the press junket another week?” You joke, laughing when he scoffs.

“Don’t lie to me Y/N! You can’t wait to see my face!” He yells, pointing at the screen with a determined look.

“I’m already looking at your face, dummy.”

“You know what I mean!”

“Yeah, yeah, I guess I’m excited,” you finally concede. You sigh when he smirks, not believing that you get to see that smile in just four days. It’s like your body knows that it’s going to be by Owen soon - your chest feels lighter, heart feels less lonely, and you feel yourself smiling to yourself more often than before. Like right now, you’re smiling when you wish Owen goodbye on the phone, knowing that that will be the last times you’ll be talking to him through a screen.

“I’m going to have you three do some quickfire questions to wrap up, is that alright?”

You and Owen eagerly agree to the interviewer’s idea. So far, you’ve done interviews with Savannah and Jadah while Booboo and Sacha were together for their own interviews and the JATP leads were together for theirs. The whole morning consisted of the three of you letting the interviewer know about your roles and having a great time with your girls after being so long without them.

After a quick lunch break where you caught up with the rest of the cast a little bit more, you were randomly broken up into three groups for interviews. You were paired with Savannah and Owen which both excited you and filled you with uncertainty at the sight of Savannah’s mischievous smirk. So far, it wasn’t that bad - all three of you were bouncing off each other like you usually did with an occasional comment about you and Owen by none other than Savannah.

“Out of the three of you, who was the better dancer?”

“Savannah,” you and Owen answer simultaneously. Savannah says my name but I brush her off because she is a phenomenal dancer.

“The best at crying on demand?”

“Y/N!”

“Me for sure. I had to cry almost three times in just one episode. All I gotta do is think about Owen’s face and the tears just come in so fast.” Everyone laughs at Owen’s loud protest, including Owen himself.

“Okay, moving on! Goofs off the most?”

“Owen!”

“The amount of pranks that you and Charlie did was insane,” Savannah rolls her eyes and we both wince as we look back at all the shenanigans the pair of boys did.

“In my defense, Charlie was the one that came up with them,” Owen throws up his hands and you swat them down.

“Doesn’t matter dummy!” Savannah throws a look over at you, which she had been doing whenever you and Owen would banter during the interview. The interviewer loves all of it though and keeps encouraging it with glee.

“And finally, who was the funniest?”

“Me.”

“Me!”

Savannah throws a hand over her mouth to cover the laughter just wanting to burst out at the sight of yours and Owen’s matching shocked expressions. Owen couldn’t believe that you didn’t say his name and you couldn’t believe that he didn’t say your name. Both Savannah and the interviewer were eating this up.

“I was the funniest!” I say incredulously, trying to stop the smile emerging on my face. I saw Owen’s mouth quirk up a little too, knowing that we both weren’t actually insulted and about to have so much fun with this.

“Oh please, I had Charlie and Jeremy laughing all the time,” he throws his arm around the back of your chair with an air of mock superiority.

“That’s nothing! They’re always messing around,” you argue, “Savannah! Who is it?”

The both of you turn to your co-star who looked so amused. She looked like she was watching an episode of a reality tv-show, and she was having a blast.

“Even though you are one of my best friends, Owen, I think Y/N was the funniest. This was her first time on the show and she had us all dying from the start,” Savannah answers. She sends an apologetic look to the pouting blonde while you throw your arms up in victory.

“I can’t wait to tell the others about this,” Savannah tells the interviewer who was giving you a high-five.

“Hey don’t give her a high-five! She’s a meanie,” Owen yells before crossing his arms.

“Aw, don’t be a sore loser. I told you I was funnier than you,” you pat his shoulder before offering him a real smile. His mouth quirks up again, not able to hold the pout for long when you got that twinkling in your eyes.

“Well, that was so much fun guys, and I can’t wait to see season 3 of JATP!” The interviewer says some more closing statements before leaving the room. Savannah immediately walks over to the other interviews in hopes of catching your co-stars in action but not before sending you a wink. You’re left alone with Owen, something that hasn’t happened since the wrap party last year.

Being in the same room again caused all of your feelings for Owen to resurface like a tidal wave. Even though it’s been less than half a year, you felt like he had changed a little bit. He’s gotten a little bit of facial hair which you didn’t mind at all. And was that a new cologne? Maybe he got taller too, or maybe you’d just forgotten the height difference. It was all too much and it reminded you of that instance at the wrap party when you walked out of the bathroom and was awestruck by Owen’s beauty. And just like how you realized you couldn’t resist denying your feelings for him, you do the same again. You realize how much stronger your feelings were now.

You thought you were insane when the L-word popped into your head the last time you called Owen (which was only a few days ago). It’s been months since you’ve seen him last and you’ve barely talked to him since - well, does once a week count as barely? Honestly, it didn’t feel like you saw his face or hear his voice enough during the months away from each other. At least the two of you texted each other frequently - almost to the point where you had to scroll for a good minute before you see the texts from the day before...okay maybe you did talk to Owen more than you thought (since you clearly can’t stay away from him). And maybe, you may have fallen more for your co-star through your calls and texts. And maybe, definitely, you actually should consider the L-word more seriously now that your heart feels like it will burst out of your chest now that you’re physically with him.

“It’s nice to finally see you in person instead of a screen,” Owen says as the both of you sit in the small room, “I don’t miss the constant roast sessions though.”

“Deal with it, honey. You can’t get the girl without the jokes,” you say leaning back in your chair. You forget that he had his arm running across the back of it and he doesn’t move it. Instead, he idly plays with the details of your shirt. Your heart starts to beat a little faster as you realize how close you two are to each other.

“Wouldn’t want it any other way.” You dip your head at his comment, trying to stop the heat rushing up to your face. That L-word is seriously sounding more real with every second that his hand is on you. He stops playing with your shirt and opts to just rest a comforting hand on your back. You shiver at the warmth radiating from him, but welcome his familiar touch.

No trace of humor appeared on Owen’s face; only a soft look that flitted over your face, remembering all the little details that he had woefully forgotten in the past few months. He prayed that Savannah or another interviewer wouldn’t return for a while so that he could snatch more precious time with you and only you.

“Remember the wrap party when we were talking about your type of guy?” He says with a wistful tone. You silently nod, your throat too dry to verbally answer his question.

“Am I still an option?”

It was weird. You remember being so nervous the first time he asked that question - so nervous that you threw the question back at him. Now though, there were less nerves and more confidence in yourself. At that moment, you realize that you’re tired of tiptoeing around all of this. Sitting here with him, you realize that there was literally no other place you would rather be - you tried to be away from him, but it, to so elegantly put it, fucking sucked. Realizing how awful these past months were without him and how absolutely shit you were at resisting him and your feelings, you wanted to put a stop to all of it and here Owen was presenting the perfect opportunity to do so.

“How would you like to be the only option?”

“I think I would like that very much.”

Without skipping a beat, Owen wraps his arm around you and brings you closer to him while simultaneously leaning forward. His lips meet yours for a sweet kiss that was embarrassingly overdue. Though you were eager to finally kiss him after dreaming about it for so long, you were perfectly content in savoring this moment with him. You want to kick yourself in the head for not doing this at the wrap party because you could’ve experienced this euphoric feeling a lot sooner. When he pulls away, you almost follow him, not wanting to stop feeling his soft lips on yours. You were on cloud-9 with only his firm hand on your back to keep you grounded.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You both whip around to see every single one of your cast members staring at you with mixed expressions of shock, anger, and happiness.

“Were you guys just...watching...us...kiss?” You ask awkwardly.

“Yeah! And it’s about damn time too!” Savannah said with some of the guys and Madi backing her up. You and Owen let Savannah rant about how it was insulting that the two of you got together when that’s what everyone’s been trying to do for months.

As much as you wanted to wrap your friends into a tight hug for all of their efforts, you couldn’t be bothered to move from your spot. With Owen’s hand in yours and a smile to match his, you truly realize that there was nowhere else you’d rather be.

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A/N: Yo how can I write 10 pages of fic but not a 10 page essay when I was in school? Liiiike? Anyways, it’s so crazy that this is my first fic with Owen and I’m so sorry about that. If you haven’t guessed it already, I think Owen Joyner is truly a funny guy and I wish I was his friend. Also I’m manifesting S2 everyday. If you’d like to join my taglist, want to send a request, or just talk, hit me up! - Titi xx

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headheartbellarke · 3 years

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EIGHTEEN | Charlie Gillespie

PAIRING(s): Charlie Gillespie x sister’s best friend!fem reader

WARNING(s): mentions of abuse, trauma, fluff

WORDS: 3.9k

SUMMARY: “So kiss me where I lay down

My hands pressed to your cheeks

A long way from the playground

I have loved you since we were 18

Long before we both thought the same thing

To be loved and to be in love

All I can do is say that these arms

Are made for holding you.”

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Charlie smiles, watching the sunlight dance on Y/N’s face, almost like little splashes of golden paint. She hums to whatever song is playing through her earphones, a faint smile teasing the corners of her lips. Her eyes are closed, and Charlie marvels at how peaceful and serene she looks. Her h/c hair surrounds her head like a halo, and he is tempted to reach forward and press a kiss to her temple.

He doesn’t do that, of course. Instead, he gets up from his couch and joins Y/N on the floor, lying beside her. Her eyelashes flutter at his movement and quaint, kind e/c eyes hold his stare, eyebrows raised in question.

“I thought you said that you were too mighty for the floor.” She teases, biting her lower lip to hide a smile. Charlie almost melts at that.

“I never said that. Is everything okay up there?” He points his index finger at her head.

The young woman of nineteen laughs mockingly. “Why, afraid you’re rubbing off your crazy on me?”

Charlie rolls his eyes, and shifts closer to her, their arms touching slightly – and even that slight touch makes him feels butterflies in his stomach. It’s not uncommon, of course. Ever since he realized that he is indeed in love with her, anything that she does gives him butterflies. He doesn’t mind, of course – but he hates the fact that he is unable to tell her what effect she has on him. So, he resorts to ignoring or suppressing everything he feels for his little sister’s best friend instead.

She pulls out an ear pod from her left ear and shoves it into Charlie’s ear. Eastside. She’s had this song on repeat, ever since she came to visit him in Vancouver, where he’s filming for the first season of Julie and The Phantoms.

“I love this song. Reminds me of my first boyfriend. Remember him?” She says, softly.

“Aaron. How could I forget? You begged me to cover for you at home so you could hang out with him.” He says, smiling softly at the memory. They were so young, Y/N just fourteen, and him sixteen. He remembers Y/N sitting beside him on the couch while he was watching a movie, all flushed and bothered, eyes continuously flitting to Charlie. He remembers saying, “I know you’re dying to tell me something.”

She had nodded, looking around the Gillespies’ living room where they were currently seated in, apprehensively. “Promise me you won’t tell anyone.”

He had jutted out his pinky finger and wrapped it around hers. “Never.”

“I think I really, really, super-duper like Aaron.”

“Aaron as in your next-door neighbor?”

“Yep.”

Charlie had smirked. “He’s such a dork. I can’t believe that you like him.”

“Shut up, Char. He’s the sweetest.”

He chuckled. “His hobby is taking pictures of trees… if that doesn’t scream ‘dork’, then I don’t know what does.”

She had glared at him while Megan had entered the room, plopping down on the couch beside Charlie. “What’s up?”

“I’m telling him about Aaron, and he thinks that he’s a dork.”

Megan shrugged. “What’s wrong with that? He’s really cute. Also, he was asking about you today.”

“Really?” Y/N’s eyes brightened. Charlie laughed, shaking his head. “You girls are weird. But I approve. He’s a nice kid.”

“I wasn’t looking for your approval?”

“Yes, you were.”

The girls had rolled their eyes at him and he had wrapped his arms around the two.

Y/N’s voice brings him back to the present. “Simple times.”

Charlie faces her. “Everyone after him were horrible.”

She narrows her eyes at the boy beside her. “No, you were just too overprotective.”

“Nope. They were all horrible.”

They weren’t. Charlie just hated anyone who showed an interest in Y/N. At first, he thought that it was probably because he had literally watched her grow up. But a couple of months later, when he watched her kiss Levitt from the swim team, he had felt a smoldering rage rise in his stomach, along with his heart clenching. That day, he had realized that maybe there was more to it than watching her grow up. A couple more months later, on his eighteenth birthday, when she had kissed him on his cheek and handed him a present wrapped in shiny, blue paper, he had felt butterflies in his stomach. He also could feel the ghost of her delicate lips against his skin for days after, like the remnants of a fire brushing against his cheek.

When he unwrapped the present, he found a vintage, hardbound copy of his favorite book, Les Misérables, along with a note, saying: ‘I might’ve read your journal. Only the part about how much you loved hardcovers and the part about how much you hated the fact that no bookstores nearby sold it. Well, I also might’ve read the part about how frustrated you are with microwave timers. I feel you, dude. But, yeah, remember when I said that I was going to visit my sister in Montoc? I lied, LOL. I went to a vintage bookstore in Fredericton. I’m sorry for lying, but ‘twas for a good reason, huh? Hope you like this. Also, you’re my second favorite person, after Meg. Happy 18th, Charles. Love, Y/N.’

That moment he had realized that he was completely, utterly, truly, madly, deeply in love with his little sister’s best friend.

It’s been about three years since that, and he still hasn’t told her how he feels.

Now, Y/N looks at him, and rolls her eyes. “Sheesh.”

She props herself on her elbow. “When are we going out today?”

“Jeremy said that he made a reservation at 6. So, we’ll leave half an hour earlier.”

“Okay. Is Owen going with us?”

“Yeah. I don’t trust him to drive in Canada.”

She grins. “He’s cool.”

“Maybe sometimes.”

“Savannah and Madi are the coolest, though.”

“Definitely, yeah.”

“You never told me that you had a cute roomie, though.”

“Yeah – wait what?”

Y/N flashes him a teasing smile and pushes herself upward with the palm of her hands. She brushes off her yoga pants and extends an arm to Charlie who is currently panicking inside.

“Do you like Owen?”

“What if I do?”

Charlie must have looked as horrified as he had felt because she laughs and says, “I’m just messing with you.”

“Thank god.”

***

“Finally!” Y/N yells, kicking off her black, leather heels, which land near Charlie’s feet. He laughs, kicking them to the side.

“You’re so dramatic.”

“I dare you to wear heels like that for a day. See how you feel.”

Owen pipes from behind them, closing the door to their apartment. “Oh, I did. My friend Dani made me wear them for a video. It was the most painful day of my life.”

“See!” Y/N high fives his roommate as Charlie scrunches up his face. “How’d she find heels in your size, dude?”

He laughs, and extends an arm toward the other two, who hand him their coats, muttering ‘thank you’ individually. He walks inside, yelling, “I’m fucking tired. Going to sleep.”

“Don’t forget to check the stove!” Charlie yells back, hearing his roommate affirm his request.

It’s just the two of them standing in the foyer now, and Charlie can’t stop staring at her. She’s wearing this beautiful red dress that compliments her skin perfectly, clinging to her body in all the right places – he had himself gifted her this dress on her nineteenth birthday. (Not really. His mother had picked the dress.)

She hasn’t noticed him staring, though.

“Ugh, I can’t wait to get out of this dress.” She walks inside.

Charlie pauses and purses his lips, trying to stop himself from picturing him doing it. He breathes out raggedly and follows her inside – trying (and failing) to shove that mental picture away.

Reaching the living room, he falls back onto the couch, which has been his bed for the past few days that Y/N has been here. She had protested, of course. But she already has so much trouble sleeping – she’s had it ever since she was a child.

Y/N hadn’t had the best childhood. Charlie faintly remembers his mom pulling him and his sister into the kitchen one day when Y/N left their house after spending the whole day there.

“Mom? What happened to Y/N?” Megan had asked, childlike innocence dripping off her tone.

Charlie had nodded, saying, “How’d she fall down the stairs? That bruise looked nasty.”

Their mother had sighed, and Charlie still remembers the pain in her eyes. “Honey. I want you to listen carefully, okay? And not tell anyone. You two think you can do that?”

They nodded enthusiastically.

“There are good people in this world – like Y/N. But there are also bad people, people who hurt the good people. And sometimes, sometimes, your parents can also be bad people.”

“That’s not true!” Megan had protested, their mother smiling.

“Maybe not for you. I hope so. But Y/N’s parents – they aren’t the best people, okay? They…uh… I’m not going to excuse their actions. They, uh, hurt Y/N.”

“So, they pushed her down the stairs?” Charlie asked, his eyes widened. He could not understand how the people that loved you the most could do that to you, especially to someone like Y/N. He’s known her his entire life, ever since the Y/L/Ns moved next door when he was still in diapers.

“I don’t know. Something happened. She was too shaken up to talk about it.”

“But – but – she’s the best person ever! Why would her mom and dad do that to her?” Megan had protested, eyes welling with tears at the thought of her best friend getting hurt.

“I don’t know, honey. I wish I did, I really do.” Their mother paused for a long moment. “I want you two to always be nice to her, alright? No matter what happens. Because, right now, she feels alone. I can see it in her eyes – she’s scared, confused, lonely. I know you two love her so much, and I want you guys to make sure that she knows it, okay? Make sure that she never feels lonely, all right? Make sure that she’s always safe and comfortable, as long as she’s with us, you.”

They had nodded, their hearts welling up with love for their friend.

After their mother hugged the two of them, Charlie’s twelve-year-old sister had run off to the other room, to call her best friend and tell her just how much she loves her.

Charlie had lingered in the kitchen, too sad over what he’d just been told.

“Maman?”

“Yes, honey?”

“Can’t we just keep her for ourselves?”

“If we could, we would. I would like nothing more. But that’s absolutely not legal, mon chéri.”

“Oh. That’s unfair.”

His mother had flashed him a sad smile. He had taken both of his hands in his, and said sincerely, “I promise you, maman. I’m always gonna protect her. No matter what.”

His mother had pressed a kiss into his tousled hair and whispered, “I expect nothing less.”

It’s been more than seven years since, but Charlie still does everything in his power to make sure that she is always safe and happy.

“Hey, Char?” Her voice brings him back from his childhood.

“Yeah?”

“That couch doesn’t look comfortable.” She shrugged one shoulder.

“It is! I promise you.” He lied. It definitely wasn’t comfortable. The blinding pain in his neck is proof of that.

“Don’t lie to me. Come on, sleep in your bed.”

He shook his head.

“You’re not gonna sleep on the couch, Y/N. Seriously. You’re right, it’s too uncomfortable.”

“I wasn’t gonna. We’ll sleep together. That came out wrong. I mean, we can both sleep in the same bed, we’re both adults.”

Charlie wanted to protest, but the hopeless romantic in him drowned all objections.

“We’ll put pillows between us, okay? And it’s not like we haven’t slept in the same bed before. Remember my seventeenth? We were so drunk that we thought that the bed was a magnet, and we were screws.” She continued, looking away.

Charlie smiled up at her, remembering the feeling he had the next morning when he had woken up to find Y/N curled up into him, her head tucked into the crook of his neck. “All right. If it’s okay with you.”

She nods, walking into his bedroom, with Charlie following close behind. Both them wordlessly change and freshen up in the bathroom, and Charlie falls face first in his bed.

“Oh. My. God.”

Y/N laughs, sitting at the corner of his bed. “Knew it.”

Charlie grins at her, feeling absolutely euphoric, especially with the buzz from all the drinks he’s had tonight still lingering in his head like a tattoo kiss. She slides under the covers, burrowing her face into the soft pillows. “I can’t function anymore. Bye.”

He laughs softly, squeezing her shoulder, to which she softly smiles. He slides under the cover, resting on his side to face her, or rather a mess of h/c hair and soft, rhythmic breaths. He closes his eyes, switching off the light, but he knows that he will not be getting much sleep tonight, especially with the fuzzy citrus scent of her perfume everywhere and the heat from her body consuming him.

***

It’s 1:20 AM and Charlie can’t sleep. Turns out that being in the same bed with the girl he’s been in love with since he was eighteen is a very, very bad idea. He’s put as much space between them as possible, yet he still feels vigilant and hot. His mind is betraying him: all he can think about is how beautiful she looks when the moonlight streaming through his window is casting shadows on her face, or how she’s sometimes saying things (really, really weird things, though – Charlie doesn’t understand anything), how much she looks like a little cat while she’s snuggled into the covers, or how she flails her arms while she’s asleep.

He considers crashing in Owen’s room for the night. But as soon as Y/N starts moving around, still sleeping, he holds that thought and watches her instead.

He can see her getting agitated, as she tosses and turns. She continues murmuring something, but it’s still all jumbled, and it hits Charlie.

He props himself on his elbow and leans close to her face. “Y/N. Hey. Come back to me. Y/N. Honey. You’re safe. You’re safe.”

She gasps, as consciousness floods in her system. She looks confused for a second, and Charlie sits up, right beside her. “Listen to me. You’re safe. I’m here. It’s okay. You’re okay. Everything is okay.”

She exhales, eyes closing for a second.

“Are you okay?” Charlie asks when her breathing has turned cadenced.

Her eyes widen and lips part. “I’m so sorry.”

“You don’t ever need to apologize for that. Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah. I just – ever since I left home, I’ve been getting these nightmares.” She says, softly. Charlie lays next to her, turning to face her, while she mirrors his actions.

“What do you see?” He asks.

“Mostly my childhood. You know, my dad pushing me down the stairs. Or my mother telling me that I’m a horrible person and no one will ever love me, and she should have aborted me. Or my dad breaking the mirror the one time I got a B in math. Or my parents fighting. Or – you know, just a montage of my parents’ greatest hits.”

She breathes out shakily.

“Getting away didn’t stop the nightmares, huh?” He asks, resting a hand on her warm cheek.

She scoots closer. “No. They still text me sometimes, mostly to remind me that I’m a terrible person and that I’m gonna go to hell for walking out on them and not going to Harvard.”

“Y/N, don’t you dare –”

“No. I’m happier than I’ve ever been. Walking out was the best decision that I’ve ever made.”

He smiles softly at her.

“You and Megan… god, you two saved my life. I would never have had the courage to get this far if it wasn’t for you guys.”

“No, honey. It was all you. You’re the strongest person we know.”

“Shush. Let me compliment you in peace. You guys are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, you know.”

She smiles, reaching forward to tangle run her hands through Charlie’s hair. They were dangerously close now: Charlie could see the curve of her nose, the lingering red lipstick color on her lips and count the number of eyelashes she has.

“You’re the best thing that’s happened to us, too.”

Charlie can feel something in the space between them, something pulling them close. It is cold outside, but here, in the cocoon they’ve created, he feels warm and at home.

“Like, thank you so much for pushing me to get into law school. Now, I’m learning how to help millions of little girls who are going through what I went through, and it makes everything worth it. I feel like I don’t say this enough, but Charlie. Thank you for everything.”

He smiles, trying to retort something funny but her proximity has jumbled his mind.

“I know you’re really busy with your life, but thanks for still thinking of me sometimes.”

That breaks Charlie out of his daze. “What?”

“You know. You’re in a Netflix show, working with Kenny freaking Ortega and all these incredible people – and I’m enormously proud of you, by the way – and… well, you’ll soon not have that much time for your little sister’s best friend, you know?”

“You’re not just my little sister’s best friend, Y/N.”

“Yeah, I’m your friend, alright. But soon you’ll be meeting celebrities and models and actors and then you wouldn’t have time for me anymore.”

Charlie furrows his brows. “Where is this coming from, Y/N?”

“I just had a lot of time to think today.” She turns on her back, facing the ceiling.

He hates the fact that she is so unpredictable: he never knows what’s going on in her head or what she is feeling. That’s one of the reasons that he’s kept his feelings for her a secret for almost three years.

“I saw you with that model today. At the bar. Uh. So, I thought that you’re probably gonna meet a lot of them in LA. Models and Hollywood girls and all that. So, you’ll probably not have any time for me anymore.”

Charlie shakes his head, recalling the model he was talking to earlier today. Or rather, yesterday. Carol. She was really nice, sweet, and beautiful – and definitely interested in Charlie. But his focus had been on Y/N, who was having a dance off with Owen and Savannah, all evening – or rather, all the time. He had tried to focus on the Carol, he really did – but after an hour, she herself realized that he wasn’t into her and whispered a ‘good luck with her’ to him before leaving to go back to her friends.

“Y/N, that’s not true –”

“It’s okay, Charlie. It’s good. Your life shouldn’t be stuck in the same place. It should be getting better, and you should be meeting new people, you know? You’ve been alone for a weirdly long time and it’s freaking your mom out. So, I know you’re gonna fall in love with someone and then you’ll be too busy –”

“God, Y/N, how are you so fucking oblivious?” Charlie snaps, annoyance coursing through his veins.

Her eyes widen at his harsh tone of voice, and it shocks Charlie, too. He’s never, ever raised his voice at her.

“What?”

Maybe it’s having her so incredibly close that causes him to finally snap. “Y/N, I have been in love with you ever since I was eighteen. You’re the only person that I want, and you’re the reason that I’ve been alone for a weirdly long time.”

He immediately regrets saying that. Y/N is sitting up, and she is looking around everywhere, trying to avert Charlie’s eyes. He hides his face behind his hands, sinking deeper into the covers and trying to create a hole and fall down to the center of the earth.

“I think you’ve had too much to drink today.”

He groans into his hands, glad that he’s under the covers and the girl can’t see his absolutely scarlet face. “Oh, for god’s sake. Dude. I wrote you an entire ballad when I was nineteen because I realized that this is exactly what’s gonna happen – that I’m always gonna be in love with you, and you’re always gonna think of me as your best friend’s older brother.”

He feels the covers shift above his head, and is greeted with Y/N’s face, a vulnerable look in her eyes. “Do you really mean it?”

“Of course, I do. You’re my family – do you really think that I’m gonna joke about something like this and ruin our friendship? The only reason I’m even telling you this is because I’m incredibly frustrated that you’re so oblivious and you’re so fucking pretty. And so close. See, this is exactly why I wanted to sleep on the couch. Because I knew that I would lose it.”

There’s a sudden flurry of movement and her lips are on his’, and they’re kissing, kissing, kissing. Charlie is too shocked to do anything at first but as soon as the warmth courses through his system and the butterflies go wild in his gut, he pulls her closer, rising up. She sits in his lap, straddling him, their hands getting lost in each other’s hairs – both of them trying to be closer, closer, closer to make up for all the lost years and to keep feeling the contentment that they feel from just being close to each other. She tastes like Charlie’s mint toothpaste and his dreams – like everything he’s ever wanted.

As they separate for air, Y/N rests her forehead on his. “I thought you knew.”

“What?” He’s surprised to find his voice hoarse.

“That I’m in love with you.”

He can’t stop the grin on his face from escaping. “What?”

“I thought Meg told you. Or your mum. Or anyone really. Everyone’s called me out on it. I’ve always had a crush on you but dating all those guys in high school made me realize that I was kind of, you know, in love with you.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Same reason as you. You’re my family, Charlie. I didn’t wanna lose what we have just because of… you know.”

Y/N slides off his lap and lies on the bed, next to him and he mirrors her actions, and she rests her head on his chest, the frantic beating in his chest her background music. He drapes an arm around her shoulders, desperate to have her close.

“We’re both cowards, eh?”

She giggles.

“Wait. Meg knew?”

“Of course. She’s my best friend.”

“You know, one day I got drunk and told her that ‘I’m 100% attracted to your best friend sexually and emotionally and everythingally.’ I kept wondering why she was laughing.”

“I hate her.” She buries her face in Charlie’s chest, giggling.

Charlie laughs and pulls her in for another kiss, desperate to hold her again, to feel the high he only feels around her. She smiles against his lips, before a thought occurs to him. “Wait. You were jealous of the bar girl, weren’t you?”

“Shut up, you dork.”

They’re only half aware of the snowstorm raging outside from the warm cocoon they’ve created in each other’s arms. Maybe miracles really do exist.

***

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bi-bi-buckleydiaz · 3 years

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dare night | owen joyner

requested; no, i got inspired while watching OTH for the hundredth time. but please request jatp or tom / peter things !!

words; 3.3K was not expecting it to be this long. kinda got away from me. also unedited I just wanted to get it out ;)

a/n; not me writing an OTH inspired fic for my new beau owen joyner...oop. anyway, hope ya like it. it is unedited because i just finished it and i really wanted to just get it out for y’all.

“I cannot believe I let you talk me into this.”

“C’mon Owen it’ll be fun,” Charlie says, excitement pouring from him like a golden retriever puppy. Owen sighs at his best friend before looking at the rest of his friends behind Charlie.

“Yeah, Owen, we’re only young once. And y’all only get Jadah and I unsupervised once in a blue moon, we have to appreciate that time.” The cast laughs as Madi smiles wide, probably more excited about this proclaimed ‘dare night’ than it’s creator. Speaking of...

“Listen, I already have the dare’s written up and I know you hate to waste paper.” Charlie’s practically pouting now, so Owen really can’t say no to that.

“Fine, let’s get this over with.” Everyone cheers as the final member takes his place around the kitchen island. The cast, minus Cheyenne of course because he’s “too old to partake in this. It’s a teens only event.” “We’re in our twenties Charlie.” “SEMANTICS!”, are gathered in Owen and Charlie’s apartment around their kitchen island, all waiting for their teams and dare card.

“The rules are simple, boys versus girls. Then you each split into teams of two -”

“But there’s an uneven amount on each team. Five against five.” Jadah points out, smiling at Charlie's small ‘shit’ and long sigh. He thinks for a minute before a metaphorical light bulb goes off above his head and he’s smiling again.

“Then a boy and girl will have to be together. Just split the points at the end.” Satisfied with the idea, everyone nods. No one misses the way Jeremy and Carolynn smile at each other.

“Now, you all have phones, you have to document one of you completing the dares either with a photo or a video. After the first dare is complete, you’ll get the second one. I’ve asked strangers around where your dare takes place to give you the next ones. They were very accommodating and are very excited to see y’all. We’ll all meet back here at midnight. Team that gets the most points, wins.” Charlie is practically vibrating by the time he’s finished, proud of his little game he put together and that everyone is just as excited as he is, well, minus Owen of course. But that’s because he’s nervous about doing unknown dares in public. Sure he puts on this face of being quirky and cool and fun, doesn’t mean some things don’t scare him.

“So everyone, pick your partners, pick your card, and let the dares begin!” Madison and Jadah immediately jump for each other, Carolynn and Jeremy grabbing hands before Charlie is even done speaking. Savannah and Tori high give, Sacha and BooBoo look at each other and shrug, assuming the wonder twins will want to stick together. Everyone is shocked though when Charlie bounces over to Sacha and slings his arm around his shoulders, shooting Owen an apologetic look in the process.��

“Sorry bro, but I think we both know if we go at this together we’ll get nothing done and, I’d kinda like the boys to win.” Madi covers her mouth and the confession while the rest laugh. Owen groans and then goes red when BooBoo shoots him a look.

“That was rude! I’m glad to be your partner BooBoo don’t get me wrong. Seriously, so excited.” Owen begins to panic and is set to keep babbling before BooBoo laughs and lightly punches Owen’s shoulder.

“Relax dude, let’s go kick some dare ass!” Everyone cheers and grabs a card off the table before rushing out the door to their respective vehicles, Madi managing to borrow her dad’s car for the night, thanking God that she passed her road test before season 2 started.

“So, what dare did we get?” Owen asks when he and BooBoo reach the car. He starts it up while BooBoo rips open the envelope.

“We...ooh no.” He starts to giggle before he can even finish. Owen can feel his heart start to race.

“Oh no, what’d we get?”

“Hehe we, ha, we have to return some clothes...” Owen let’s out a sigh of relief.

“That’s not too bad.”

“While wearing them,” BooBoo finishes. Owen freezes.

“Excuse me!?” BooBoo breaks into a loud laugh at Owen’s shock, handing him the card in the process. “No way! Is Charlie insane?” What the hell was he thinking? What if someone recognizes him while he’s taking off a shirt to return it? Wait, why is he the one doing the returning?

“No. Nope. No way, we lose this point. What’s the next one?” BooBoo is still laughing as he shakes his head.

“You heard Charlie, we only get the next one if we complete this one.” Owen groans, accepting his fate.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“Believe it drummer boy. Especially since you’re gonna be the one doing it.” Owen whips his head towards BooBoo, almost breaking his neck in the process.

“No way. Dude, no. Way.” Owen is ready to get on his knees and beg.

“Um, well, the sizes are on the card and they match you,” BooBoo says, watching Owen begin to pout and accept his fate. BooBoo would feel bad if he didn’t think this was going to be a hilarious night. “C’mon, get driving.” Owen groans once more before driving away, accepting his fate that this night will be a wreck.

~ ~ ~

Shopping alone is boring.

Y/N asked friends, obviously, but they were all busy doing something or someone, so she was left alone to shop for christmas gifts. Sure it’s early, like, two months early, but she learned a long time ago that when you live alone as a young adult, living paycheck to paycheck, it's best to shop for gifts in increments and not all at once near christmas time. So here she is, shopping alone in a mall near the stores closing times because that’s the only time she can spare.

It’s not all bad, late night shopping means not a lot of people in the mall and those who are here are strung out college kids like here. Sure there have been some creepy guys eyeing her up and down, but when she felt those looks she made it clear to go to a store that had security in front of it, even if that meant staring longingly and things she can’t afford.

Y/N’s about half an hour into shopping for her niece and nephew when she hears a commotion on the other side of the clothing store. She quickly glances over then looks back to the shirt she was admiring, before realizing what she saw couldn’t be quite right. She looks over again, and holy shit, her eyes weren’t deceiving her. There really is a guy at the cash register shirtless and in the middle of taking his pants off.

Y/N takes back her previous statement, shopping alone is so not boring.

It’s then she notices a security guard enter the store, hand on the walkie talkie on his shoulder. There’s no way that’s going to end good. She doesn't know why she does it, but one second she was holding a shirt for her nephew and the next she's pushing the rack of clothes in front of the guard and grabbing the near naked and guy and running. She hears a camera snap behind her and a ‘hey wait up’ but all she’s really focused on is getting the guy out of the mall before he’s arrested for public indecency or something.

The hand in hers tugs her to stop just before the reach the mall doors, making her halt in her running. She looks back and ‘woah, he’s pretty.’

“Hey, not that I’m thankful but, my friend...” Pretty eyes trails off and he takes in a breath and wait, when did she start calling him pretty eyes. No! He’s a stranger.

“Yeah well, your friend isn’t the one half naked in the mall getting chased by security.” He ponders it for a minute then nods. “So let’s go. I promise i’m not gonna murder you, just gonna take you to the parking lot so you don’t get arrested for public indecency and end up on the sex offender registry.” Pretty eyes get’s scared at that and then begins to nod vehemently.

“Yeah, yeah that’s bad. Lets go!” As he says that, security appears behind them. She grabs his hand and they book it out of the mall and into the shockingly cold autumn air. She doesn’t know where this guy’s car is so she leads him to hers, praying she’s not making a mistake.

~ ~ ~

Owen doesn’t know how he ended up here. He remembers putting the clothes that were in the locker on and he remembers going to the first store and returning the shoes, but after that he thinks the adrenaline kicked in and he blacked out from it. One minute he was taking his pants of trying not to die of utter embarrassment and the next, some girl was dragging him out of the mall and to her car in the parking lot. He doesn’t know why he let this stranger drag him out of the mall, but he’s not really complaining as she shoves him into the back of her car, away from prying eyes. He only begins to panic when she climbs in next to him and shuts the door. Once the silence settles around them does reality finally settle in and does he realize what he actually just did.

“Holy shit. Holy shit what did I do! Oh my God that could have ended so bad! Oh my God!” He panics for another minute before a hand settles on his bare shoulder.

“Hey. Hey! You’re fine. They didn’t follow us out, you’re not getting in trouble.” Her voice is soothing, he’ll admit, and he can feel the anxiety begin to ease back. But it doesn’t change the fact that he was just half naked in the mall where anyone could have recognized him and taken pictures. Granted, Charlie did think about that and put a random blue baseball cap and glasses in the bag of clothes too. But still, that’s like, nothing! He goes to grab his phone to check instagram before realizing he’s only in his underwear. In a random girls car. In a Vancouver mall parking lot. She seems to realize this at the same time because she clears her throat and scooches to the other side of the car.

“Um, do you, do you like, have clothes or something I can go retrieve or...” He nods and goes to give her the key to the locker, then remembers, no pants. They chuckle at the same time and looks down at her purse, rummaging through it for her phone. He takes it from her with a small ‘thanks’ hoping his cheeks aren’t showing how flushed he feels. He quickly dials BooBoo’s number, giving him the details of what went down, asking the girl where they are and reporting it back to him, then hangs up.

“Um, thanks. For that. And for saving me from being arrested. That was, thanks.” The girl giggles and nods. “I’m Owen, by the way. I don’t normally run around malls in my underwear.” He sticks his hand out, hoping she’ll take it and give a name in return. He’d really like the pretty girl's name.

“I’m Y/N. I don’t normally take random, half naked strangers to my car.” He laughs at that and they shake hands.

“Well, thanks for making an exception.” They stare at each other for another few seconds before a knock on his window makes them break apart. He looks over and sighs in relief at BooBoo and his clothes in his hand. He opens the door and jumps out, taking the clothes from BooBoo and immediately shoving his legs into his pants. The girl get’s out after him, smiling at him balancing on one foot and trying not to fall over.

“Thanks, for saving him. No hard feelings for leaving me in the dust.” BooBoo smiles as he says it so Owen hopes the girl doesn’t take it too harshly. She laughs though and, woah, that’s a nice laugh. He’s so focused on her smile and the way she says her name that he puts his shirt on backwards. He doesn’t notice until BooBoo points it out, laughing as he does. When Owen is properly dressed again, he takes a deep breath and leans against the car.

“When I see Charlie, I’m gonna murder him. We’ll have to film the rest of the season without him. Kenny can deal.” Owen only realizes what he’s said when BooBoo shoots him a look. Y/N looks at the two in confusion, before looking back at Owen.

“You’re an actor?” He nods and watches as her face goes from confused to angry. “And you got undressed in a mall? How stupid are you?” She punctuates the last sentence with punches to his arm. BooBoo giggles in true BooBoo fashion as Owen rubs his arm. He watches her take out her phone and he looks over her shoulder as she opens twitter. She goes to the search bar, pauses, and then looks up at him.

“Full name?”

“Oh um, Owen Joyner.” He watches her type it in and breathes a sigh of relief as nothing but Alex edits pop up. She tries Instagram next, then TikTok, and gets the same answers as before. Nothing about him being naked in a mall, just fan edits of him and him as Alex.

“You are so lucky no one saw you dude, your career would be over.” She says, closing her phone and putting in her pocket. “What were you thinking?” He can’t help but feel scolded and slightly cowers in response. She notices and immediately softens. “Sorry, I just met you, I shouldn't be so mean.” A pause. “But that was still really stupid.” BooBoo giggles and Owen shoots him a look before nodding and looking back at Y/N.

“Yeah but, it was a dare.”

“And you just accepted it?” Owen feels his cheeks go red and looks at his feet.

“Well, yeah. We wanna win.” Y/N giggles and looks between the two boys.

“Seriously? So what is this? Some sort of dare game night?” The boys nod, then BooBoo lights up and reaches into his pocket for the next dare.

“Speaking of, the cashier at the store gave me the next dare. Are you ready?” Owen groans and BooBoo takes it as an affirmative. He opens the envelope and quickly glances at Y/N before reading it aloud for Owen.

“Take a picture in a photo booth with a stranger.” Y/N glances at the card and sees words on the back too.

“There’s something on the back.” BooBoo flips it and begins to giggle again.

“No way. Oh man Owen.”

“Me! Why me? I just walked naked around a mall!”

“Because it’s asking you to kiss a stranger and my girl would kill me if I did this.” Y/N blanches at that and begins to slowly and hopefully discreetly back away from the two boys. But Owen catches her.

“Hey.” He looks nervous and begins to fiddle with his fingers. “You don’t have to! Obviously! I mean, you already saved me once, but, like I kinda know you now and you’ve already seen me shirtless...” He trails off and flashes puppy dog eyes at the girl. She huffs and groans and finally, “Fine. Let’s get this over with. Y’all better win this stupid game though.” Owen smiles bright and Y/N tries to ignore the butterflies in her stomach at the sight. She just met this boy for god sakes!

The three young adults head back into the mall to one of the strips that has a photo booth. BooBoo giggles as he all but shoves the two into the small area, singsonging a “good luck” before pulling the curtain closed.

Awkward silence falls over the two as they squeeze together on the small seat. They smile nervously at each other as they hear BooBoo drop coins into the slot outside.

“Um, so, do you wanna like -”

SNAP!

They giggle and look at the camera with smiles in time for the next one.

SNAP!

Y/N looks back at Owen and, in a moment of confidence, grabs Owen’s shirt and brings his face closer to his.

SNAP!

He glances at her lips, licks his own, then they’re kissing. His lips are soft and she sinks into him. She feels his tongue lick her bottom lip and almost lets a moan slip as she opens her mouth a bit for him. They don’t even hear the last snap, too caught up in each other. Her hands move to his hair and his hold her hips tight. They break for air eventually, eyes closed as they breathe in and giggle.

“That was um...” Y/N nods. “Yeah. That was, yeah.” She feels him tilt his head towards her again for another kiss, but the curtain opening pulls them apart. They jump apart, as much as they can in the small booth, and stare at BooBoo like they were caught doing something bad. He’s smirking and shaking the photo strip in his hands.

“Oh yeah, we’re definitely winning.” Owen breathes out a laugh and Y/N nods, taking BooBoo’s offered hand to help her out.

“Um, I better, go, yeah, I should go. I hope you guys, uh, win or something.” Y/N hikes her purse up her shoulder and begins to walk away, eyes on her feet and hands shaking as they go into her pockets. She’s almost to the exit when a hand wraps around her upper arm.

“Hey wait up!” Owen. “Um, I just, that was, that was something right? I wasn’t imagining that? That was like, could I have um, number? Could I have your number?” He’s stuttering, face red and hands shaking in his pockets. Y/N has to giggle, feeling a bit calmer knowing she’s not the only one who’s feeling something.

“Yeah, that was number worthy.” They smile while exchanging numbers, then keep smiling as Owen leans and kisses her cheek.

“Thanks for saving my ass twice tonight,” he whispers in her ear before leaning back. Y/N nods and begins to back away.

“Yeah well, it’s a pretty nice ass.” With that she turns and practically runs back to her car, not believing what a night it's been.

~ ~ ~

“And we’re tied! Although, there is one more dare on the table.” Charlie giggles, knowing exactly what it is, saving for last for a reason. Carolynn swipes it off the table before anyone else can, ripping it open and smiling at the words.

“Kiss a member of your team.” She sees Jeremy smile and buff up, getting ready for smooch from his wife since they were partners. Carolynn smiles and leans towards him, before quickly grabbing Tori’s neck and giving her a chaste kiss on the lips. Everyone laughs and cheers, Jeremy pouting at his girl while she grabs his hand.

“Well then, unless any of the boys kissed a stranger in a photo booth, the girls win.” BooBoo goes to raise his hand, but Owen stops him. BooBoo shoots him a look but Owen shakes his head, hoping he gets why. Why he doesn’t want to mention Y/N. Sweet, life-saving Y/N who didn’t even know who he was or hell, who BooBoo was. Who just saw a random guy in need of saving and didn’t think twice about helping him. BooBoo lets it go, and Owen nods a thanks. He cheers for the girls as they accept their win, hand rubbing the picture strip in his pocket, and mind preparing a text to Y/N as soon as he can escape to his room.

Maybe dare night wasn’t such a bad idea.

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