#owen power writing

[olessan]

The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power

Míriel + Elendil + Flourishing Touch

[mattatouilletkachuk]

Hello love! Can you do 22. " My mum asked about you again. " with Owen Power 🥹 thank you!

Owen bby doesn’t get enough attention

Days like today were one of your favorites. Owen was back from morning skate and you had off of work and together the two of you sat quietly on his couch. You let your fingers run through his long hair and made sure to scratch his scalp just as you knew he liked.

The two of you had been together for almost a year but with the routine you both fell into and how comfortable you felt around him, it felt like longer.

You weren't very focused on what was playing on the television. You much preferred paying attention to the way Owen was basically nuzzling into your hand. He, himself, was tapping away on his phone every few seconds.

“Would you ever come home to Mississauga with me during the next off-season?” His question broke the comfortable silence. The way he said it though, sounded as though he had been thinking about it for a while.

Your fingers stilled in his hair and you looked down at the boy whose head was in your lap. He looked sheepishly but you couldn’t help but smile. Neither of you had met the other parents. You told your family occasionally about the hockey player you met in Buffalo but not much, you wanted this relationship to be just yours and you were afraid that if you shared that with your parents and siblings then they would find a way to get involved.

You had no idea what Owen told his siblings or parents about you or your relationship and, truthfully, you were hesitant to ask. If he hadn’t said anything and you were the only gushing about your boyfriend then maybe he didn’t think it was as serious. Maybe he just saw you as a friend who he liked to have fun with in bed.

Asking you to visit his hometown, though. He must have been as in about the relationship as you are.

“Would your parents be okay with you bringing a random girl home?” You asked, trying not to let the giddiness or nervousness slip out. “I mean, it would be during the off-season, wouldn’t they want to see just their little boy.”

Owen snorted and sat up so he could look at you better.

“My mom keeps asking when I’ll introduce you to her.” Owen said, “I think it’s about time but if you don’t want to I understand.”

“You’re mom asked to meet me?” Your voice was quiet but you started to get excited and a little shy at the idea of his mom asking specifically about you.

You had never met the woman but from all that Owen talked about her, you knew she was important. You were frightened that if you met them all and somehow messed it up Owen might never talk to you again. After all, it hadn’t even been a year, how easy would it be for him to wash his hands of you?

“Oh, yeah, on the phone last night my mom asked about you again.”

You were about to say something until you ran his words through your mind again. His mom asked about you again. How often did he tell her about you? Your hesitancy went away after that and was replaced with a warm feeling in your chest.

You smiled at Owen as you teasingly said to him, “You talk to your mom about me?”

Owen smiled back but his reply was earnest when he said, “All of the time, baby.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning over and stretching up to kiss him softly on the lips.

“Let’s go to Mississauga over the off-season,” you mumbled quietly, with your lips still slightly grazing his. You could feel his grin as he kissed you again, “I wanna meet your family too.”

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The Best Favour Yet | Owen Power

summary: Kent asks Owen to help you settle in when you move to Buffalo, that favour ends up being the reason for some of your favourite memories with the love of your life.

request: yes/no

warnings: some allusions to sex.

word count: 2.1k

authors note: this request made me laugh because it literally said Owen dating Kent’s sister and all the chaos that would entail. Started writing this as a regular oneshot but I hated it so I’ve just made it a 5+1.

Kent never planned on this.

When he asked Owen to keep an eye on you once you got accepted at Buffalo State University. Kent never once let the thought of you falling for one of his best friends.

1. ❝he’s like totally harmless.❞

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to y/n 👾: remember Owen is like totally harmless!

You were nervous to meet the boy, sure you had spoken to Owen in person before but it was never by yourself. Usually Kent was around for those moments as he didn’t want to let any of the guys think that they could have the chance to make a move on you.

Once they reached sophomore year you were merely just a name to them though as you were going to university in Florida.

A year of that was more than enough and you had transferred to Buffalo for your sophomore year.

But as the cold Buffalo breeze chilled your face as you clutched the sides of your jacket you began to lose hope “y/n!” Owen called out as he recognised your stature from anywhere.

Owen would never admit it but he did have the tiniest of crushes on you that he felt in his freshman year the first time he met you “hi Owen.” You smiled as you spun around to face him.

You looked up at him as he gave you a hug “I’ve got a few different restaurants in mine so whatever you-” the hockey player began to ramble as he didn’t realise that his nerves were showing.

It took you giving his hand a squeeze for him to calm down “you’re the local, I trust you Owen.” You nodded as you sent him a serious look to show that you were down for anything.

And that night you laughed so hard your stomach hurt and you even managed to make eating pizza look good because Owen looked at you like you were the only girl in the world.

2. ❝you’re a sabres fan now,❞

You had to say that you were surprised that it took Owen three weeks before he invited you to a Sabres game. Every time the game was in Buffalo you’d watch from your dorm window as fans lined the road up to the KeyBank Center.

So as you stood in the waiting area with WAGs and other members of the players friends and families you couldn’t help but wish you were back there in the comfort of your dorm.

Sure the people were nice but you weren’t one of them, you were meant to be a simple college kid “you made it!” Owens cheer pulled you out of your thoughts as he wrapped his arms around you.

The older players watched on in amusement as they pieced together why the umich alumni seemed so loved up over the past month “wouldn’t miss this for the world,” you smiled as him still having his skates on meant that you had to tilt your head up further to look at him.

He swore he was on cloud nine when he realised you were wearing the jersey that he had given you just days prior “you like the outfit?” You asked as you did a little spin so he could see your outfit in its whole.

Owen sucked at his teeth as he tried to remain calm seeing Power on your back “you’re a sabres fan now you know that right?” He teased as he had seen all of the Blue Jackets memorabilia from Kent that decorated your side of your dorm.

You shrugged as you ran your fingers through your hair “I’ve been called worse if I’m honest.” You joked causing him to let out a laugh.

A lightbulb seemed to go off above his head “you gotta meet the rest of the boys!” Owen wrapped his arm around your shoulder as he pulled you into the direction of more of his teammates.

3. ❝too good for this world,❞

On Tuesdays if you had late lectures Owen would pick you up and you’d spend the evening at his. Each time you’d take turns being head chef when it came to making meals.

This particular Tuesday it was your turn and you were making spaghetti bolognaise “Power don’t you dare!” You could see the smirk on his face as he leaned against the counter behind him.

Owen laughed as you continued to watch the pasta boil “I’m not doing anything.” He raised his hands in surrender as he pushed himself off of the counter as he walked over to you.

You scoffed as you shook your head “I can see it in your eyes that there is something up there.” You pointed to his head causing him to smile.

His hands landed on either side of you “are they telling you that I think you’re beautiful?” Owen asked letting his voice act like a gentle hum over the sound boiling pasta water.

Warmth spread over your cheeks as you tried to bury your face in his chest “I’m serious!” He laughed as his hands cupped your cheeks so he could continue to look at him.

Your tongue danced over your teeth “why me?” You let the question you had been wondering for weeks finally come out.

Owens cold thumb cooled your face as it softly rubbed circles on your cheek “because you’re perfect y/n,” the hockey player hadn’t told you about how he truly felt before.

He sighed when you shook your head “I wish you’d see that you’re too good for this world sweets.” Owen confessed as he let his head drop so that his lips barely hovered over your own.

The air around you went silent “what about dinner?” You statement had to be pushed out of your lips.

It made Owen smirk “I can be done before that pasta is ready.” He proposed as he turned the heat down a setting.

That seemed to be all you needed to carry on “let’s not waste anytime then.” You shrugged before his hand was on your jaw letting him kiss your lips.

4. ❝I’ll count to three,❞

It had been two months since you started dating Owen. Besides for your close friends nobody else knew and that was because you two didn’t know how to tell Kent.

Your brother knew you had a boyfriend because you had been in the process of soft launching your relationship on Instagram, but all of those questions were met with coy answers.

So when the long awaited day came around when the Blue Jackets were playing in Buffalo you knew you had to tell your brother.

But that morning when your mind was full of clouds as you were still half asleep you didn’t think twice when you opened the door to Owens apartment in nothing more than one of his shirts.

Kent on the other hand was shocked to see his sister stood in his friend’s apartment “where is Owen?” He asked as he furrowed his eyebrows.

That was what seemed to wake you up “oh Ken-” you stammered over your words as your eyes widened “babe who is there?” Owen called out from the kitchen.

You couldn’t rack your brain for what to say “it’s Kent!” That seemed to get the right response out of Owen as he came out to the entryway.

The Blue Jackets player really didn’t know what to do “you just called my sister babe?” Kent honestly zoned out once he heard you get that title.

Owen could see the upset look on his friends face “let’s just talk about th-” he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck “I’ll count to three because I like you.” Kent cut him off as he walked into the apartment.

You let your lips swirl in as your eyes went wide “baby?” Owen looked to you for help as Kent got to one “run and lock a door.” You proposed as your brother got to two.

Part of you watched in amusement as Owen ran to the end of the hall when Kent got to three.

5. ❝wrapped around her finger,❞

Kent loved you, truly you were his little sister that he wanted to protect in bubble wrap. So it wasn’t surprising that it took him four months to be okay with the idea of going on holiday with you and Owen.

That was until your brother was reminded of the fact that you were going to be sleeping in a bed with your boyfriend.

Quickly the relaxing holiday turned into one that he didn’t get sleep in “morning baby,” you smiled as you found your boyfriend stood in the kitchen making coffee.

Owen was quick to swipe away from you “I brushed my teeth,” you pointed out as you smelt your breath wondering if that was the problem “what if he sees?” Owen whined as he still seemed to be scared of Kent’s threats “they are both still sleeping.” You grumbled as you pouted your lips not enjoying the fact that your boyfriend was ignoring you.

That was a sight that Owen truly couldn’t say no to so he placed the coffee mug down on the counter causing you to smile “always getting what I want,” you pointed out.

Owen nodded “my baby got me wrapped around her finger for days.” He never did seem to mind admitting that you just how whipped he was.

Your hands wrapped around his waist “think you should show me that then,” you proposed as just as his lips touched yours Kent had to walk in “I do not need to be made an uncle on this trip please?” He begged as he scrunched his face in disgust even once you had pulled away from Owen.

A laugh left your lips “but wouldn’t we be such cute parents daddy?” You let the words fall out of your mouth like butter.

Both Owen and Kent’s eyes went wide. Of course your boyfriend could see the mischievous look on your face and it clearly meant you were doing this to screw with your brother “you’ve got two seconds to get your hands off of-” Kent didn’t even need to finish his sentence before Owen listened and took two steps away from you.

A frown formed on your face “you’re no fun,” you mumbled as you looked at the Sabres player.

“it’s hard to be when you’re trying to get me killed!

+ 1 ❝what’d you say?❞

The last three years had been a whirlwind, whilst you hadn’t made Kent an uncle just yet you and Owen had your fair share of pregnancy scares that you both agreed were secrets you’d take to your grave.

With each day that went by you found yourself falling deeper in love with him. You had the house, the pets, and the love so there was only really two things left on that checklist.

Bless Owen for being clueless but you spent the last three months trying to hint at the wedding ring you liked but that seemed to just fall on deaf ears.

So now you took matters into your own hands as you watched him get ready for boys night “baby,” you sang as you were sat on your bed watching him pick an outfit for tonight.

Owen continued looking through his clothes as he smiled “yes?” He asked wondering what it was that you wanted to ask him “I want to marry you.” You announced as you swung your legs against the frame of your bed.

You had truly never seen him stop what he was doing that fast before “what’d you say?” Owen looked like he had seen a ghost as he walked over to you.

It made you confused “just said I wanted to marry you.” You shrugged as you watched him lean over to his bedside table drawer as he pulled out a velvet box “was gonna ask you this weekend.” He pointed out as he revealed what looked like the ring of your dreams.

A gasp left your lips “you were?” You knew he was taking you on a mini trip to Canada so that you two could go stay in the mountains for a week as it was the start of the off season.

He nodded as he sat next to you “pretty sure I can take this as a yes then?” Owen joked as he placed a kiss to your temple seeing the tears form in your eyes.

You smiled as you let out a sniffle “don’t get it twisted I asked first!”

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Something More, Something Holy, Something Sacred

Since returning to Númenor, both Elendil and Tar-Miriel had become the target of Ar-Pharazôn’s true ambitions. By using the late King’s death as an excuse to dethrone the Queen Regent, as well as the enormous losses incurred in the Battle of the Southlands, Ar-Pharazôn hoped to prove that Tar-Miriel was unworthy of holding power in Númenor. But in a moment of fierce resolve, she managed to challenge such a notion in court, proclaiming that if she could not turn such transgressions into gold then she would willingly relinquish her title and abdicate the throne. Believing that she would fail and humiliate herself beyond repair, Ar-Pharazôn agreed to her demands but allowed her only one month to prove his claims to be false. And so, since then Elendil and the Queen have convened at sunrise every morning, hours before court was held, in order to get ahead of matters concerning the public, the economy and military endeavours. But outsmarting such a devious politician was a task unlike anything Tar-Miriel had faced before, one in which she was severely unequipped.

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[ilyasorokinn]

so i think a lot abt this and the one reader i think could execute it greatly is u so could i get a owen power x female reader where they both are really big leafs fans (cause mississauga) so they go to a game together for a nice date night and it’s all cute. i seriously think going to a game with o would be the best. ty!

HOCKEY GIRL

whoever sent this in, i love you (this was sent in like last year... i know, i have a problem).

as much as owen loved playing hockey, he loved watching it even more. and even more so, he loved watching it with you.

it would have been a sin to the city of toronto if you weren't a leafs fan. your family were big hockey watchers, so you were always dragged to hockey games and had grown to love the sport.

so, a love of hockey was something you and owen shared. and with the sabres not clinching the playoffs, you and owen flew home to spend the off-season with family and couldn't pass up an opportunity to watch a leafs game.

before you even got into scotiabank, there was a mini meet-and-greet with little kids who recognized owen (who wouldn't?). after taking the pictures, he quickly put on a hat, hoping it would help him blend in but being as tall as he was, you knew it probably wouldn't work.

when you finally got inside, you split up to get snacks and drinks. while you got drinks, he would get snacks. you were surprised when you got to your seats to find owen not there already. the line for drinks was pretty long, so you expected him to get there sooner than you.

while you waited, you took in the atmosphere. while you loved the sabres and loved being in buffalo, nothing would ever hit the way scotiabank did.

when owen finally showed up, he looked flustered and disheveled, "whoa, you okay?" you chuckled, taking a sip of your drink as he sat down and let out a big sigh in relief.

"this hat isn't working." he sighed, "i got recognized and roped into taking like a million pictures."

"you can say no, you know." you reminded him.

"yeah, but they are all kids." you smiled at that, handing him his drink and chuckling when he took a big gulp.

you could hear people murmuring when the area around you started filling up. you were also sitting at the end of the row, so people started to recognize him. they were kind enough not to ask for pictures and you could tell owen was relieved.

another reason owen loved watching hockey with you was because you really got into it. to your core, you were a hockey girl. you loved it. so, every so often, he would glance over at you and couldn't help but smile when he saw how into it you were.

he pulled out his phone when the ref skated to the center of the ice ready to announce the call, wanting to film your reaction, "no, what the hell?" you groaned with the rest of the crowd when the ref made a call. you looked over at him and laughed when you saw he was recording, "stop." you pushed the camera down so it was pointed at the floor.

"you're cute." he teased, ending the video. you narrowed your eyes at him, knowing it would end up on his story.

but owen, much like you to his core, was a hockey boy. he loved watching it too. so, as revenge, you took your phone out, knowing you would catch a crazy reaction from him at some point.

and you were right. you managed to catch the moment the leafs got a goal on camera. owen, with the rest of the arena, jumped to his feet and cheered. he jumped up and down, putting his hands on your shoulders and shaking you and cheering.

the rest of the game went smoothly but at the end, your phone was dinging. you thought it was just people laughing at the story you posted or the one owen posted of you, but you were surprised to find people sending you videos from twitter and instagram.

you clicked on the video and were surprised to see you and owen in the video. you weren't as inconspicuous as you thought. sportnets and the nhl accounts had found you in the sea of leafs fans.

"there was a speical guest in the crowd tonight." one of the sportscasters announced as the video of you and owen in the audience at the game was shown, "owen power was spotted at tonight's leafs game. clearly with the sabres season over, he's home for the off-season." the video continued but all you could pay attention to was the video of you and owen.

in the video, he had an arm around your shoulders and his ear was at the level with you mouth. you were talking into his ear, telling him something, you had forgotten that point. but whatever you said made him crack up. you were watching him, a smile on your face as you watched him laugh.

you showed owen the video and he had the same reaction as you, "we're cute."

"we are." you gave him a high-five before he shifted the car gears. he reached over and held your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

requests are open :)

[honeyeyesworld]

Let’s do that hockey|| Jack Quinn

(None of the pictures are mine, I found them on Pinterest credits to the original owners)

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Good luck tonight boys!! Score goals and stuff. As they say in hockey, let’s do that hockey 🤪

Also should I be worried about Owen taking my boyfriend 🤨

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User1: LMAO NOT THE PICTURE OF OWEN AND PEYTON 💀

jeffskinner: Thank you for capturing all of my good sides 🤝

User2: The best photographer in the nhl 🤩

peytonkrebs: Y/N??

Yourusername: Peyton??

peytonkrebs: what did I do to deserve that picture 😭

User3: idk if I want to be Owen or Jack 😏

jackquinn19: I would never leave you for Owen baby

owenpower_: that’s not you said last night 😏

jackquinn19: shhh 🤫

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User5: thank you for blessing us with these pictures 😫

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Yourusername: MY BOYFRIEND SCORED!! 🥳🥳

Good job on the win boys 👏👏 beyond proud of how you guys played today, and congrats to the love of my life for scoring a goal 🥰🥰

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jackquinn19: All thanks to you angel I love you so much ❤️

User7: y’all I was at the game tonight and Jack pointed at her after he scored it was so cute 😭

owenpower_: OUR boyfriend scored thank you very much

jackquinn19: all for you Owen 😘

Yourusername: 🤨🤨🤨

buffalosabers: Thanks to our good luck charm 😉

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foolproof plan

summary: the only downside to fake dating is that someone always ends up falling for the other. 

warnings: y/n is a happy drunk; underage drinking (not condoning it); mostly cuteness; a couple swears

word count: 4.16k

“so do we have a deal?” he asked, hand out waiting for you to take it. you hesitated, biting your lip as your eyes flickered from his face to his hand. the anxiety and reality surrounding what you were about to do was setting in. were you actually agreeing to this? a surge of confidence washed over you as your smaller hand grasped his in a firm handshake. “we have a deal,” you agreed.

now all you had to do was pretend to fake date owen power. 

tall, brunette, number-one-overall nhl draft pick, owen power. your hesitancy to take owen’s hand had nothing to do with owen himself and everything to do with who he was; star hockey player for the university of michigan who was bound to go pro once their season came to an end. but you needed the help, and his proposition was too good to pass up. ever since your crush on kent johnson formed, you’ve been looking for a way to get closer to him, and this was the perfect opportunity. 

that’s right. owen’s caught you ogling at his best friend and roommate one too many times for it to be a coincidence. so when he proposed that the two of you fake date to make kent jealous and “light a fire under kent’s ass” (owen’s words not yours), the obvious answer was yes. it took a lot of pondering, but eventually you agreed to his idea, hence putting you in the situation you were in now. 

“but we need some rules,” you added, pulling your hand from his. owen smiled, a little half smile that definitely didn’t compare to his real one. “whatever you want sweetheart,” he agreed. you couldn’t help the small flush that appeared on your cheeks at the pet name. this was going to be a lot.  

“let’s meet tomorrow for lunch. at the chipotle off campus?” you suggested. “sure,” owen agreed, chomping on his gum. “where’s your phone?” he continued, holding his hand out for the device. at the sight of your confused look and raised eyebrows he huffed, “what? i just want to give you my number.” “oh right,” you mumbled, handing him the device with a blank contact. his fingers glided over the keyboard as he entered his information into your phone. “text me a time. actually, what class do you have? i’ll pick you up,” he said, eyes looking at you expectantly. 

“um poetry but,” you started before he cut you off, “right your class with kent.” you glared at his tone, one filled with teasing and something else you couldn’t decipher. owen smiled again at the sight of your angry face. you were cute. “i’ll pick you up and we’ll go to lunch, sound good?” he asked, but deep down you knew it was really a question. “perfect,” you agreed, a fake smile on your lips. “great! see you tomorrow babe,” he cheered before walking out of the lecture hall, leaving you stunned into silence.

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walking out of poetry class, you were surprised to see owen standing there. he was leaning against the wall, scrolling through his phone aimlessly. you stopped for a moment, just admiring the beauty that was owen power. he was wearing gray sweats and a random michigan hockey shirt, along with his signature glasses that made him look just the right amount of nerdy. 

after some random person shoved you, you realized that you were blocking the hallway. you walked over to owen, clearing your throat as a signal that you were there. “hey. i’m ready to go when you are,” you said, a somewhat forced smile on your face. “me too. let me take your books,” he replied, grabbing the assortment of materials from your hands. “you don’t have to,” you tried to protest, but one look from owen had your mouth snapping shut. just as the two of you were about to walk away, someone called out owen’s name, and you knew exactly who it was. 

“what are you doing here?” the blonde asked, walking up to the two of you. “i have a date, remember?” owen answered, subtly gesturing to you. kent’s eyebrows furrowed, his bottom lip jutting out even more than it already was. “i didn’t think you were being serious,” came kent’s reply. your cringed, the sting from his words already hitting you. owen must have noticed because he huffed in annoyance, “funny kent. now if you’ll excuse us, my girlfriend and i have a lunch date to get to.” those were the final words of the conversation as owen began leading the way out of the building. 

the walk to chipotle was pretty much silent. there were minimal things to talk about anyways. “listen, about the comment, he didn’t mean anything by it. you’re great and what kent said had nothing to do with you--” owen started to explain, but you cut him off: “it’s fine owen. besides, it's not like we’re really dating anyway.” if you didn’t know any better you’d say his face fell at your words.      

“so what are these rules?” owen asked once the two of you sat down at a table in the back corner of chipotle. you felt heat creep up your cheeks at his intense stare. “i don’t know. i’d just figured we’d want rules so no one gets attached,” you mumbled, looking at owen shyly. “and is that what you’re worried about? getting attached?” he asked, and while you originally thought he was teasing, there was nothing but sincerity in his eyes. you neglected to answer, instead pulling out a piece of paper to write the agreed rules on. 

“okay so you can pick me up from class, if you want to obviously, and i’ll meet you at your classes too,” you said, looking at owen for confirmation. “i’ll pick you up from class and walk you there. you can do the same for me, if that’s what you want. keep things equal between us,” he agreed and you nodded, jotting down the first rule. 

this continued for some time until things started to get a bit more intense. “you come to all my home games. in my jersey,” he said, but it came off as more of a demand. “all of them?” you asked, biting your lip. “every single one. besides this will give you a chance to see kent play too,” owen replied, wiggling his eyebrows at the last part. you rolled your eyes at his words, huffing in annoyance. “fine. but i’m not wearing the jersey,” you said. “um yes you are. people need to know that you’re my girl, babe,” owen rebutted, giving you a pointed look. 

and he was right, of course. how were you supposed to be fake dating owen power if you don’t even wear his jersey to his games? “fine. but it’s just for show,” you relented. “mhm sure,” owen answered, taking a bite of his food. 

“and what about kissing?” you asked, causing a loud choking sound to come from the boy across from you. you sat up straight, leaning over the table to make sure he was all right. he continued to cough for a few seconds, but gathered himself almost immediately. once the coughing subsided, owen looked at you, and that's how you noticed the closeness between you two; noses barely touching, as his brown eyes met yours. a blush covered both your cheeks as you sat back down. “let’s not plan that out,” he mumbled, and you nodded, writing down the word kiss with a question mark next to it.

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game tonight. stop by the locker room for the jersey

that was the text you saw displayed on your screen at the end of your midday lecture. this whole fake dating thing with owen had been going on for a couple of weeks now. the two of you walked each other to class, holding hands, parted ways with a hug and “kiss on the cheek” (because if people looked hard enough they would see that his lips barely grazed your skin), and then met up again afterwards for a small coffee or lunch date. it was going great. owen was a nice guy and fun to be around. he was also so smart and helped you out with your homework and studying on more than one account. 

today, however, was his first game since this establishment. it was going to be your big debut, as owen called it, and he had everything all mapped out. you would arrive early, just before warm ups, to meet him at the end of the tunnel, where he would give you his spare jersey. then you would sit in the children of yost section, and he’d make a big show of waving to you during warm ups. from there the team would go on to win the game (fingers crossed) and the two of you would celebrate with his friends at the after party. 

“a foolproof plan,” owen explained over lunch. “yeah totally foolproof. not a single thing could go wrong,” you said, sarcasm dripping from your voice. owen gave you a pointed look, but the smile threatening to make its way onto his face won over. “just keep an open mind,” he begged and you nodded, a small smile on your face as you continued to eat lunch. 

now you are standing at the entrance of the tunnel, fidgeting with your phone. you texted owen a couple of minutes ago and he replied saying that he’d be right out. finally, he came through the tunnel. his pads and skates were on, but no jersey. yet he still managed to look really good, and you had to physically stop your jaw from dropping. 

“hey,” he greeted. “hey. excited?” you asked, sticking your hands in the back pockets of your jeans as you rocked on your heels. “yeah. a little nervous too, but i think we have a good shot,” owen said, a hand running through his long hair. “yeah?” you asked. “yeah,” he answered. the two of you stood there, neither of you making a move. “so the jersey?” you pushed, nodding towards the maize colored jersey. “oh right,” he mumbled, handing it to you. 

you took the piece of clothing from him, inspecting the size. it was huge, going down to your mid thigh at least, and you’d definitely have to roll up the sleeves. “put it on. i want to see,” owen begged, a childish whine in his voice. you laughed, but obliged to his request with no problems. just as anticipated, the jersey was huge. “i look like a child,” you groaned, eyeing the length. you expected owen to have some smart comeback, or completely deny your accusation, but instead he said nothing. 

your eyes now moved from the ginormous jersey, to the tall giant in front of you. “what?” you asked softly, a blush coating your cheeks when you noticed his intense stare and wide opened mouth. again, owen didn’t say anything. “this was a bad idea. i should take it off,” you rambled, lifting the hem of the jersey, but owen stopped you. “no don’t. you look great, really great. please keep it on,” he whispered, fingers wrapping around your wrist. “okay o, i’ll keep it on,” you agreed, letting the fabric slip from your grasp. the air was heavy as his hand dropped yours, eyes still locked on you. “i um…i should go…team meeting and all,” he explained, a large hand rubbing the back of his neck. “yeah. yeah. i’ll see you after, okay?” you said and he nodded, turning to head back the way he came from. 

“oh and owen,” you called, grabbing his hand just before he stepped out of reach. “hmm?” “good luck,” you whispered, standing on your tiptoes as you left a gentle kiss on his jaw. 

--

the game ended up going really well. the boys pulled off a huge win over michigan state, leading to an absolute rager at one of their hockey houses. “we’re going,” owen decided for you, taking your hand in his as he led you to the house. it was clear that he was on an adrenaline high; owen had scored a goal but also had an assist. (at least that’s what the people around you kept saying.) he made a big show of pointing to you during his goal celebration, letting everybody know that the two of you were “together”. 

“are you nervous?” you asked, the hockey house coming into view. “no, why?” owen asked, looking down at you. “dunno. i just figured you would be. these are your friends after all,” you mumbled. “it’ll be fine. they really want to meet you. besides this is the perfect opportunity for you to get kent’s attention,” he said, bumping your shoulder towards the end. you don’t know why, but a small frown came over your face at the mention of kent. you hadn’t thought about the blonde since this whole thing started; your thoughts were consumed by a tall brunette. 

owen guided you up the stairs of the hockey house, one hand resting on the small of your back as you walked in front of him. he pulled the door open, waiting for you to enter the already bustling house. “big dog’s here!” someone shouted, causing a series of whoops and shouts to chorus throughout the room. 

owen smiled, a red tint coating his cheeks. he was so cute, you thought, watching him with a fond smile. “let’s go get a drink,” he said, directing you to the kitchen. the second you entered the small area, you were ambushed by a bunch of rowdy boys. you recognized some of them as owen’s teammates, but you couldn’t remember any names. 

“finally brought your girlfriend around, o?” one of them asked, a teasing smirk on his face. he was tiny, much smaller than owen, and blonde. owen rolled his eyes at the guy’s words, eliciting a couple laughs from the group. “this is y/n. y/n these are the guys,” he introduced, gesturing to the boys in front of you. “hi,” you said, offering them a small wave. 

“what do you want to drink?” owen asked, drawing your attention back to him. “um…lemonade i don’t know. i don’t really drink,” you answered. the blonde guy from earlier scoffed, throwing an arm over your shoulder. “oh that’s gonna change real quick,” he promised, taking it upon himself to make you a mixed drink.

hours later, and you were not only well acquainted with the team, but with drinking. you found out that the blonde guy was named thomas and that he and brendan were pong champs. somehow, and you have no idea how, the two of them had roped you into playing a game of pong with them. they partnered you up with mackie, one of the freshmen, and insisted that they would go easy on you. that strategy didn’t seem to be working in their favor though.    

“let’s go!” mackie shouted, high fiving you as the two of you won your third game in a row. “woo!” you cheered, jumping around excitedly. “dude! do better!” brendan shouted at thomas, causing the two of them to start playing the blame game. 

it was the loud commotion that attracted owen’s attention. he smiled at the sight of you interacting with his friends. you caught him staring, smiling widely at him. you waved him over, calling his name over the loud music. owen walked over to you, stopping when he reached your side. 

“owen! guess what? mackie and i keep winning,” you cheered, gesturing wildly to the younger boy. “oh yeah?” owen asked, trying to suppress a chuckle. you were so cute. “yeah. maybe you and i can play together,” you said, tapping his chest at your great idea. “i don’t think so honey. i think we should go home,” he answered, watching as a pout settled on your lips. “but i’m having so much fun. can’t we stay for a little longer?” you begged, leaning into him. owen shook his head, before explaining that it would be best if you left. “you can come over another time,” he promised, causing your eyes to twinkle in happiness.

“really?” you asked softly, voice taking on an excited tone as your eyes lit up with happiness. “really,” owen answered, intertwining your fingers with his. he smiled fondly at you, nothing but love and adoration swimming in his brown eyes hidden behind those nerdy glasses. “okay. just let me say goodbye first,” you agreed, dropping one of your hands. he watched as you pulled mackie into a side hug, yet still managed to keep him close (not that owen would dream of letting you wander off).

after you’d made your rounds, and owen told the important people that he was heading out for the night, the two of you exited the still wild party. the cool crisp air hit your skin as you walked down the steps and onto the front lawn. “it’s kind of chilly,” you mumbled, stepping closer to owen, who’s body radiated heat like a personal heater. “here,” he began, sliding his arms out of the varsity jacket adorning the school’s logo.

“what owen--” you tried protesting, but he silenced you with a ‘hush’. drunk you didn’t have the energy to argue because you held your arms out, allowing him to slip the jacket onto your shoulders. immediately you were encompassed in the smell that was owen, causing your shoulders to relax and comfort to seep into your bones. “thanks babe,” you said, grabbing his hand in yours once again. that was the first time you called owen babe, but he figured now wasn’t the best time to mention it. 

--

“this physics homework is kicking my ass,” you complained, your head dropping into your hands as your pencil slid across the library table. currently, you and owen were having an impromptu study date in one of the library’s study rooms. he chuckled at your misery, causing you to lift your head up and frown at him. “it’s not funny owen. i’m actually really struggling,” you said, frowning a bit. “let me see it,” he asked, holding his hands out for your paper.

you smiled, happy to be getting some help from the physics genius himself. “what are you taking mech? or electrical?” he asked. your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at his question. “it’s just physics 101. i need it for my major,” you explained. “i see,” he mumbled, eyes completely focused on the paper while yours were completely focused on him. you watched with deep fascination as his brown eyes scanned the words on the page. you could basically see the mathematical gears turning in his head as he tried to decipher the problem and your chicken scratch handwriting. understanding lit up his eyes, as a small “aha” escaped his previously pursed lips. 

“you used the wrong equation here,” he started before going on a physics tangent involving the correct equations, solving steps, and substitutions. he was leaning over the table, watching intently as you worked to make the corrections necessary. when you finally finished the problem, you turned to look out the windows of the study room, the ones that gave you a perfect view of the library. you were surprised, but not shocked, a group of michigan hockey players staring at you like animals in a zoo. 

you blushed when they began making kissy faces at the two of you, brendan holding up a heart with his hands. owen just rolled his eyes, shaking his head gently at their antics. their laughs echoed in the previously quiet room as they all barged in. scraping the chairs against the floor to match their loud, teasing voices. kent took the seat next to owen, nudging the taller boy’s shoulder, shooting him a look that made fun of him in a loving manner. owen’s cheeks flamed and he turned his attention back to you, who was chatting with brendan and thomas while completing the physics homework. 

you must have felt his eyes on you because you looked up. the second your eyes connected your cheeks turned the same shade as his, but you quickly averted your attention back to your studies.  

--

weeks of fake dating turned into a month of fake dating. a month of fake dating turned into two weekend series at home and one away, all of which required you to wear owen’s jersey. all of them that made your feelings for owen abundantly clear. 

maybe this whole thing started out as a way for you to gain kent’s attention, but now you didn’t even care. kent had started talking to you more and texting you, but he didn’t hold your interest the way owen did. you from the past would have been thrilled by the attention, but now, it was unwanted and unwelcome. leading to your current predicament, how to tell owen that you wanted to date him in a realm outside of making kent jealous, rules, and all things fake. studying provided the perfect excuse for you to execute your foolproof plan. (granted you did have a test to study for but it could wait.) 

that night, you skipped out on some party that owen’s friends were hosting under the guise that you needed to prepare for the upcoming week. owen, like the great person that he is, offered to stay back and help you, but you declined his gracious offer. every couple of minutes owen would send you either a text or snap from the party claiming that he was bored and wished you were there. but he hasn’t sent you anything in almost half an hour, and you were disappointed to admit that it was getting to you. 

just as you were about to get back to studying, after checking your phone of course, there was a knock on your door. your eyebrows furrowed, thinking that maybe your roommate lost her key again. but you were surprised to find owen standing there, holding a box of pizza, a six pack of coke, and a bag of your favorite candy. 

“owen? what are you doing here?” you asked, stepping to the side so that he could walk into your room. “i missed you, and the party was boring. so i thought why not stop by to see my favorite girl, and convince her to watch cloud nine with me,” he said, with a sweet smile on his face as he held the box of pizza out as a peace offering. 

“aww owen. i’d love to,” you replied, taking the food from his hands and setting it down on your desk chair. “good because this would have been so awkward otherwise,” he mumbled. you laughed at his words, standing on your tiptoes to throw your arms around his shoulders, linking your fingers together behind his neck. 

“thank you for coming,” you whispered, looking into his beautiful eyes. “you’re welcome,” he answered, arms tightening around your waist just a bit. “i um…actually i wanted to tell you something,” he mumbled shyly, a nervous look in his eyes. “me too,” you replied, stepping away from him ever so slightly, allowing for some space between you two. “you go first,” he insisted, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. 

you took a breath, taking a moment to appreciate the man standing in front of you. part of you knew that this could be the last time you see him. “i have a crush on you. it’s more than a crush actually, and i’d rather date you for real than be in a fake relationship,” you confessed, twiddling your thumbs as you waited for his answer. 

owen’s mouth parted in shock, and he stood there silently for a couple of minutes before answering. “me too. err well i mean i’d like to date you too, for real,” he explained, causing a large smile to take over your face. you laughed, throwing your arms around his neck as his arms wrapped around your midsection, lifting you in a circle. your laughter echoed through the room as he put you back on the ground. 

“i’m so glad that you asked me to be your fake girlfriend,” you whispered, forehead resting against his. “i’m so glad that i came up with this foolproof plan,” owen replied, and you quirked an eyebrow at that. “well it’s not entirely foolproof,” you teased. “oh really? explain,” he demanded. “we still have an issue of kissing to sort out,” you answered. “ah right. how about i kiss you now? and then again later? how about i kiss you everyday? is that a new rule, one kiss a day?” he asked, leaning in closer to you. “i think more than one kiss a day is fine,” you decided, allowing his lips to meet yours in what could only be described as the best kiss in fake dating to lovers' history.

[greazyfloz]

Can you do 23 and 3 on the angst list with Owen power(btw I love ur work🤭🤭)

Warning: implied smut

Angst: 23. “That came out wrong” & 3. “You make me sick”

Work Stress

The Sabres were currently on their playoff push to get the wildcards spot, and Owen has been extremely stressed. I wouldn’t say stressed. Actually, I would just say he’s been coming home in a bad mood all the time.

Tonight he came home from practice, and made his way into the kitchen where I was already standing and crashed his lips on to mine. Next thing I know he was bringing me to bed and we were fucking.

After he finished, he got off the bed and made a song to the bathroom to take a shower. I followed him in and wrap my arms around him underneath the water flowing from the showerhead.

“No” he says, unwrapping my arms around him. I take the hint that maybe he doesn’t want me in there so I leave and make my way back in the bedroom to put my clothes on and go sit on the couch in the living room.

And I made my way into the kitchen to grab a glass of water as Owen walked out in the living room, sitting on the couch. When I made my way back, and I set my glass on the coffee table, then sat on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Jesus, why are you so clingy tonight?“ he says before lifting me off him, putting me beside him

“why have you been such a dick lately?“ I ask him and he shakes his head and continues to watch TV. I lift the remote turning the TV off and then look back at him.

“what is your problem?” he asked me and I stand up and look down at him

“you come home and then you fuck me and throw me away like I’m some object to you“

“maybe you are” he says, grabbing the remote for my hand.

“you make me sick” I say, as I feel tear sting my eyes. I walk out of the room quickly and slam our bedroom door behind me.

A couple moments later I hear a knock at the door, followed by Owen pleading, “babe let me in“

“no fuck you“

“ that came out wrong”

“what did? calling me an object? Because I’m not sure how that could’ve come out wrong” I say through my tears, “go away, you can sleep on the couch”

“just open the door babe”

“No”

“please I’m sorry, I don’t know why I even said that you know I love you and I really didn’t mean to hurt you. This is no reason to treat you that way or to say that, but the team is finally close to making playoffs and we’re blowing it”

I make my way off of the bed and swing my door open. Oh, and who is leading at the door, falls forward a little, and then catches himself before bumping into me. I cross my arms and look up at him.

“you losing a hockey game is not a good excuse for treating me like shit or using me like I’m some sex object” I said

“I know, there’s really not much I can say to make this any better, but I really would enjoy your company. I love you baby.” he says, and I slowly wrap my arms around his waist as he wraps his arms around my shoulders, bringing me a hug

“ you’re seriously sleeping on the couch next time you treat me like that or say anything like that ever again“ I mumble into his chest, “never again, got it?”

“ promise, never again” oh, and says in leans down to press a kiss on my forehead

[harlowhockeystick]

Delicate with Matthew Tkachuk or a new player you’re feeling lately

meet me at midnight | contains: fem!reader, angst, verbal argument | "do the girls back home touch you like i do?"

i don't write for chucky (though i do appreciate him), so i am gonna do this w owen power cause i don't write for him enough imo. mwah ly

"do you think i'm stupid, owen?" you hissed, quickly standing up from his couch and grabbing your jacket, not bothering to put it on quite yet. rage was flowing through your think veins, your hands tightened around your phone and if you squeezed just a little bit tighter you might just bust it.

"no- what? no, no you're not-"

"then why did you think i wouldn't find out? listen-" you took a deep breath before you would break something, "i know we aren't official, i know we're just fuck buddies, but it would have been nice to know. that's all i'm saying."

"you know y/n i don't understand why you're mad, you're right we aren't official!" his words seemed to sting. sting more than they should have. he was right, both of you were right; you weren't official. the closest thing he had done to taking you on a date was taking you to mcdonalds when the both of you were hungry at two in the morning and he paid. but still, they stung.

"do the girls back home, the girls you talk to so often, do they touch you like i do?" you asked, making direct and cold eye contact with him while he stood towering above you, but not intimidating you at all. "think about that, and maybe you can find out why i'm angry or not."

you slam the door behind you as you walk out of his apartment, down the hall, and toward the parking garage. it's not until you realize when you make a couple of turns down the street toward your own apartment that the emotions you. tears fall down your face, tears of both anger and sadness roll down your hot cheeks.

in reality you'd get over it, because in reality the tears that are pouring out of you aren't worth it. the man you're crying over, isn't worth it. but that didn't mean it wasn't real and it wasn't painful.

[fear-of-flyers]

everywhere, everything

tracklist

<<play last current song play next>>

featured lyric(s): [in italics at the end]

after owen signed with buffalo the two of you agreed to try and make long distance work as you finished up your time at umich;it was hard but you were doing it. the last time you had seen him was when he played the red wings at the end of october and it was now december 2nd. You had met a couple of his teammates at that game and used those connections to get in contact with tage thompson and his wife, rachel, so you could surprise owen. the three of you coordinated plans so that rachel would pick you up from the airport that morning and you would spend the day with her before going to the game that evening. tage even managed to get your bag from his car to owen’s without raising suspicion. and the day was great, you quickly became close with rachel and owen was completely unaware of it all. 

that all led to now, waiting in the hallway talking quietly with rachel and holding a half-asleep brooks. the game went well but that was the last thing on your mind knowing you would finally see owen again in a few minutes. finally tage made his way out of the locker room and you handed him his child as he promised that owen was right behind him. when you heard the door open again you turned to see owen walking out with dylan cozens. dylan saw you first and gently nudged owen until he turned to where you were. “what dude?” he asked, but the annoyed look on his face quickly dropped when he saw you. “hey superstar!” you said, walking towards him. owen quickly closed the gap between you and him and pulled you into his arms, your head finding its natural place on his chest.

after a long hug that still felt too short owen pulled back to look at you. “are you really here?” he asked, face covered in awe and his voice cracking a little. “i’ve missed you so much y/n, you don’t even know.” you looked up at him, “i think i can guess,” you said, laughing softly. “i’ve missed you just as much.” owen shook his head, “not possible.” he responded, a few tears slipping down his cheeks. you wiped them away with your thumbs, kissing him gently as you did. “let’s go home love.” you said, grasping his hand in yours; “we’re making a scene.” owen laughed gently through the few tears that remained and allowed you to start pulling him down the hallway as he waved goodbye to his teammates that remained.

eventually you had to stop pulling owen so he could lead you through the unfamiliar halls of keybank center and to the parking lot. by the time you made it out it was raining hard. “i thought it wasn’t supposed to rain until late,” owen commented while looking between the sky and his car from under the small awning at the door. “babe it is late.” you responded, showing him your phone screen, the time displayed 9:57. “oh” he responded, a slight blush rising on his cheeks. “how far is the car?” you asked, attempting to follow where his eyes were pointed. “not too far,” owen started, pointing at a black sedan. “we’ll make it if we run.” he finished, looking down at you with a familiar mischievous glint in his eyes. you laughed, happy to be with him again. “i’m not racing you owen.” he groaned, half wondering how you read his mind. “c’mon please y/n?” he asked, a pout falling on his lips all too easily. “nope!” you responded, “you take races way too seriously.” and owen couldn’t respond to that, knowing you were right. he instead opted to lace his fingers through yours and take off running. 

“owen what the hell?” you asked, half serious. but seeing the pure joy on his face you couldn’t stay mad long. you made it to the car quickly and owen let go of you so you could climb in as he ran around to the driver’s seat. the drive to owen’s apartment was a quick one that you spent catching up on all the little things you each had missed. when you pulled into the parking lot the rain had yet to let up so you started mentally preparing to sprint to the door. but, before you could do anything owen gently pulled you out of the car, closed the door and wrapped you in a hug. you could still hear the music playing from the car as he swayed you gently, taking in everything he missed so much. “i don’t know how i ever survived without you y/n.” he said softly. you looked up at him and pressed kisses to his chin until he bent down to meet your lips. “i mean it.” he continued, “just like the song says, i’m never letting you go ever. i’ll hold your hand until we die if i have to; it’d be worth it.” and as you took his words in you could hear the lyrics float up from the radio

everywhere, everything  i wanna love you / ‘til we’re food for the worms to eat / ‘til our fingers decompose, keep my hands in yours

[professional-termite]

literally could not care less what they do with mobius at this point. i get to make my own canon becauseeee i cannnn ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[aria0fgold]

I just read Chapter 4 of ms2 and AAUAAUUAGHHGHGHG

Also I was half-joking when I put in that caiowe ship chart post bout Owen bringing Cain up every chance he gets and... he... he really does... doesn't he???

OWEN?!?!!?!?!!?! HE EVEN DEFENDS HIM???????????? STAAAARRRS HE LOVES CAIN SO MUCH I CAN'T WITH HIM

He can't even deny it... He can't even say no... He KNOWS it's true cuz my guy is so attached to Cain it's ridiculous.

AAAUUGGHHGHHG???? It's Sir Knight, yes, okay, thank you Owen, always gotta make sure he's referred to accordingly, yep, Owen hates him yeah, Owen hates (LYING LIAR WHO LIES) Cain sooo much, yep. That's the truth. Owen even siding with Cain during the betting LIKE OUOUUGHHGHG

Funny time over... man 😔 Owen yearns for a community so badly huh... He's so sick and tired of being alone he just wants to have others around him MAAAAAN. Owen taking Arthur's side too... Oh he's so fond of Central Wizards FOR REAL. Akira, I love you so much, they continue to hope for a better world for the wizards uueueueueeuueeuue

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

[pericky; a look into ricky's head during their meeting.]

---

"I'm glad you came, I wasn't sure you would." The wine pours, the sound of it drowning out the missing word in that sentence: back.

Of course, is the response, and the part of Ricky that's spent twenty years tearing itself apart to understand why vibrates with relief. It doesn't matter anymore. Of course, of course, he thinks giddily along with the words. He never needed to wonder why Pericles wasn't coming back in the first place; he was always going to.

I'm happy you invited me, and of course he thinks again. A lifetime of pretending he wasn't always going to either falls away. However harsh and lonely the world has been, all's right with it again; and the shy voice of the boy inside him that he's tried so hard to kill says, so quietly, I missed you.

[three-headed-monster]

lover of mine (maybe we'll take some time)

It’s raining when they get to Stockholm, the window of their large black van fogging up just enough for Luke to draw smiley faces in the condensation there. Usually, it’d make Kent laugh, but the uncomfortable press of Mason’s leg against his own makes him think against it. This isn’t the time for the jokes and giggles they had when they were younger.

Kent’s twenty-one now. He’s twenty-one and heartbroken and about to embark on a three-month, intimate concert tour with his ex-boyfriend and two of his best friends.

[chapter 1] [chapter 2] [chapter 3] [chapter 4] [chapter 5]

[apoemadaykeepsthehoesaway]

Song of Songs

- Wilfred Owen (1893-1918)

Sing me at dawn but only with your laugh:

Like sprightly Spring that laugheth into leaf;

Like Love, that cannot flute for smiling at Life.

~

Sing to me only with your speech all day,

As voluble leaflets do. Let viols die.

The least word of your lips is melody.

~

Sing me at dusk, but only with your sigh;

Like lifting seas it solaceth: breathe so,

All voicelessly, the sense that no songs say.

~

Sing me at midnight with your murmurous heart;

And let its moaning like a chord be heard

Surging through you and sobbing unsubdued.

[drrav3nb]

AT HER SIDE, NEVER TO DEPART

Synopsis: It has been years since the volcanic eruption in the Southlands stole Tar-Miriel's sight. But with the loss of her eyes came a solemn vow, an oath from her captain, sealed by the Valar, that he would stay at her side, never to depart, to always be there when she needed him.

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