#Owen Joyner fanfic

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Cast

MEET THE  B O Y S

ミ⋄ 𝙎𝙤𝙣 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙟𝙖𝙚/𝙀𝙧𝙞𝙘

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➳ Minnie Wheeler

𝗦𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲 🥺

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ミ⋄ 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙀𝙙𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙍𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨𝙤𝙣

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➳ Josephine Hagen

𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐲 🐍

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ミ⋄ 𝙃𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙖𝙞

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➳ Madelaine Wheeler

Hyuka 🐧

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ミ⋄ 𝙇𝙚𝙚 𝙅𝙚𝙣𝙤

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➳ Dorothy Smith

Jeno 🫡

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ミ⋄ 𝙅𝙖𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙒𝙚𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙮 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡

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➳ Summer Anderson

𝐉𝐚𝐞 𝐉𝐚𝐞 🐥

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ミ⋄ 𝘽𝙧𝙖𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙬 𝙇𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨

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➳ Maelyn Wheeler

𝗗𝗮𝗱 𝗕𝗿𝗮𝗲 🎸

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ミ⋄ 𝙇𝙤𝙪𝙞𝙨 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙜𝙚

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➳ Evangeline Moore

Lou 😵‍💫

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ミ⋄ 𝙊𝙬𝙚𝙣 𝙋𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙅𝙤𝙮𝙣𝙚𝙧

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➳ Jennie Carter

👻 𝗢𝘄𝗲𝗻

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ミ⋄ 𝘿𝙮𝙡𝙖𝙣 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚

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➳ Florence Alexander

𝗗𝘆𝗹𝗮𝗻 💙

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ミ⋄ 𝙆𝙞𝙢 𝙎𝙚𝙪𝙣𝙜��𝙪𝙣

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➳ Mayline Sauter

Hunnie 😙

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Cast 1/2 ≈⌲ Prologue

Masterlist

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The seaweed strap can only do so much in calming. Not when the world above water was engulfed with blasts of red and orange flames, dancing and decorating upon the wooden vessel. Alex never felt such a rush since the shark, making sure not to be seen as human men fallen off the boat and went into a spare, smaller one. At the same time, he made sure the various of items massive to harm him by the weight didn’t land over his head, instincts getting his tail to go about in the water to guide away in time.

Only to stop by the sudden burst that made his ears pop. And a shout that made his blood run cold.

“William!”

That boy. Willie, he preferred. Still on that boat after throwing his fluffy companion into the water. The top level of the ship was completely destroyed, the entirety ready to sink with the others he’d visited.

He dove under, eyes darting about in the dark with only the flames as his light. The panic laid at him, almost hitting sinking objects as he darted about.

Where is he? Where is he? Where is he?!

He shouldn’t suffer under Poseidon’s wrath. He was too young, his own age of eighteen. Too willing to see what the world to hold. Too handsome by that smile he saw when gazing out to see. He can’t die. Alex couldn’t bear to let him be the lone human to not survive.

And he almost missed him if not for double checking, realizing it was long hair instead of seaweed. Darting over in free space, Alex placed his arms at his back and knees. Eyes were closed, unconscious from the hit. Mouth was open, but nothing inside to handle water. He knew little of humans, but knew for sure that with no tail in the water meant no way of surviving.

“Ahh!” He let out, the surface waves hitting his face, but as long as the body he held was above the surface, mainly his face, it was no matter. A part of him felt guilty for not returning him to the others, Willie’s name being shouted in repeats with urgency and worry. But he knew they will survive, as they all lived and got off in time. Their boat could hold him, but will it be stable to save him?

The pink tail swam hard, distancing from the sailors and burning boat, the taste of ash and the hearing of shouts fading as he went.

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The sun was the wanted flame, Alex groaning as he reached a sand shore and plopped the body upon it.

“What do I do now?” He then panicked, eyes darting about over the figure while his heart picked up. “This was—It is insane! I shouldn’t and I did, and he’ll die if I don’t do something!”

Pressing his ear at his chest, a heartbeat was present. Faint but still there from the swimming.

“Water,” he then popped out, his mind kicking for an idea. “It must be inside him.”

Hands then laid at his chest, shaking him with a force in towards the insides than to wake his heavy sleeper of a best friend out of bed.

“C’mon,” he muttered. “Please.”

A cough got his hands away as touching the actual boat fire. Three more coughs with water bursting out, a groan then came after with his chest lifting and deflating in need of air.

Alex slouched, dropping his head. Thank goodness.

As the sun laid upon his back, his green eyes laid back on the human. Skin was a gentle tan, the sun highlighting the brunet damp locks in contrast to the beige sand, eyelashes were quite long, his face bearing such strong cheekbones, lips a thin pink while moistened and releasing the wanted air in and out his body.

A human, his mind spoke for him. A real human. No one would believe this. Well, Reggie would, and maybe Luke but…

His parents would have his head and tail if they learned their son went to surface, and not only saw a human but made physical contact with one. And saved one, a creature that was considered “nothing but trouble to the ocean world and should have their suffering be done by Poseidon’s hand whenever daring to step foot into their waters let alone from their monstrosity of transporting our waters”.

Thank Poseidon he didn’t live with them anymore. They would savage a pinch if his rescue was on a female human. And he would if not all the humans being men, and the one he found was his age and just so happened to be cute. And out of his league. And a prince, if he heard on that conversation correctly.

Maybe Julie would believe him. Being the princess of Atlantica can be boring when hardly leaving the castle grounds under her father’s watch. She would even kill to be in his position now.

Better her than me, his mind groaned, the anxiety kicking in. I saved a human. I saved the enemy of my people. I can’t believe I did this. Everyone will flip out over it! What if word spread about this? What if someone saw me do it? What if all of Atlantica already knew before I come back? I’ll be shunned, banished by Julie’s dad!

A groan from below silenced the spiral, his fingers releasing his blond hair to lay at the hot sand. Leaning over carefully, Alex took in on the small scrunch at his nose before relaxing, as though the experience was a dream.

A small smile was made.

“It’s worth it.”

Bold for this moment, a hand raised up and held his cheek, the fingertips just catching the hair.

“You didn’t deserve to die,” he said, comfortable since his eyes were closed. This was between them, but only Alex knew. And he was fine with that. “You got so much to live for, Willie. I don’t know you, obviously, and you don’t know me…”

Best for us to never meet.

He closed his eyes to wipe that thought away.

“But I hope you really are a good guy,” he confessed, gazing with soft admiration as he shadowed over him. “You seemed to be one, but I could be just thinking it.” His thumb was gentle to rub at the skin. “If so, though, then… I wish we could meet again. Get to know each other, learn about your life, be friends… Never having a problem between us and the world we shared.”

Willie let a soft groan, and for a second Alex thought his eyes would open, but only a flicker was given.

“I do anything to be a part of your world, Willie. Be safe, and live your life. At least, better than me, anyway.”

Dejected, Alex removed his hand and turned towards the sea, the water coming in right on time and made it easier to get in the water. He had to get back with the boys. Band rehearsal was soon and by the distance, Alex knew he would be late.

And yet, the idea wasn’t a bother as he went behind a rock, watching the sight before him feet away. Willie was awake and picked up by a few men, Alex relieved to recognize some of them from the boat including the barking creature running about and placing its front legs on Willie before running again.

He lowered his head when seeing Willie looking back at the ocean, almost in a visual searching before a stepping made him almost off balance, the man at his right keeping him in place.

Willie was a prince and a human. Their worlds are to never meet due to bad blood on Alex’s side, despising the land walkers’ existence with destroying their waters and taking what belongs to merfolk.

Once out of sight, Alex dove back in the water to head home. Silence surrounded him as his thoughts laid at the human: his voice, his smile, his bravery, his near death, and his close encounter in seeing Alex.

It was a flick from the eyes, but Alex caught on to the brown in them. And surprisingly, it felt of a win knowing Willie didn’t attempt on a panic in his tired state. Almost as if he wanted Alex to stay with him.

He hoped the smile will be gone by the time he reached the band. At least until rehearsal was done, so he can confess after.

happy mermay!!! revisiting yee olde willex little mermaid au <3

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Ever After High Fancast

(For my EAH fanfics, here is every named + seen student at Ever After High) if I’m missing anyone, idk, let me know but I already did way more than I probably needed to And anyone is free to use these they’re all a mixture of casts I’ve seen from lots of other platforms + my own thoughts

Apple White, daughter of Snow White - Kathryn Newton

Raven Queen, daughter of the Evil Queen - Jenna Ortega

Briar Beauty, daughter of Sleeping Beauty - Alisha Boe

Madeline Hatter, daughter of the Mad Hatter - Rhea Norwood

Ashlyn Ella, daughter of Cinderella - Sadie Sink

Kitty Cheshire, daughter of the Cheshire Cat - Savannah Lee May

Daring Charming, son of Prince Charming - Ross Lynch

Dexter Charming, son of Prince Charming - Jack Champion

Darling Charming, daughter of Prince Charming - Natalie Alyn Lind

Cedar Wood, daughter of Pinocchio - Whitney Peak

Hunter Huntsman, son of the Huntsman - Booboo Stewart

Lizzie Hearts, daughter of the Queen of Hearts - Anya Taylor Joy

Cerise Hood, daughter of Red Riding Hood - Brittany O’Grady

Ramona Badwolf, daughter of the Big Bad Wolf - Savannah Lee Smith

Rosabella Beauty, daughter of Beauty (Beauty and the Beast) - Isabela Merced

Blondie Lockes, daughter of Goldilocks - Meg Donnelly

C.A. Cupid, daughter of Cupid - Hunter Schafer

Melody Piper, daughter of the Pied Piper - Paris Berelc

Sparrow Hood, son of Robin Hood - KJ Apa

Faybelle Thron, daughter of the Dark Fairy - Ester Expósito

Farrah Goodfairy, daughter of the Fairy Godmother - Brenna D’Amico

Ginger Breadhouse, daughter of the Candy Witch - Halle Bailey

Duchess Swan, daughter of the Swan Princess - Julia Rehwald

Hopper Croakington II, son of the Frog Prince - Dylan O’Brien

Courtly Jester, daughter of the Joker Card - Sophia Anne Caruso

Chase Redford, son of the Red Queen - Sang Heon Lee

Alistair Wonderland, son of Alice - Owen Patrick Joyner

Bunny Blanc, daughter of the White Rabbit - Emma Myers

Poppy O’Hair, daughter of Rapunzel - Sophia Lillis

Holly O’Hair, daughter of Rapunzel - Abigail Cowen

(more in the next post there's so many hold on)

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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 

Taglist: @caitsymichelle13​ @kaitlyn2907​ @itz-jas​ @crybabyddl​ @kcd15​ @kinda-really-lost​ @calamitykaty​ @n0wornever​​ @dream-a-little-bigger-x​​  @curlybrownhairedboys​​ @amazinggracy​​ @kaitieskidmore1​​ @asdfghjkl-fanfics​​  @merceret​​ @jemimah-b99​​ @ifilwtmfc​​ @thesweetestsinner​​ @imsydneywalker​​ @lovesanimals​​ @thebloodthirstyvampress​​ @bumbleberry-pie​​ @losers-club6​​ @tefilovesreading​​ @dmcfarland1​ @kexrtiz​ @phantompogues​ @konciousdreamer​ @sunsetcurvej​ @warmnesss0ul​  @joynerxmercer​ @lilyjoyner​ @l3sko​​ @juliefromaustralia @vicesvsvirturesfanfic @mrstodorooki @morganayennefertyrell @ghostlygreenbean​ @wakeupreg @julia-jatp @talk-on-the-street 

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Behind the Love | Owen Joyner x Reader

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

Masterlist

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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.

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“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.

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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.

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“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.”

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“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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Paper Rings | OWEN JOYNER

Requested by anon: “Owen request? A series of events that leads Owen to finally working up the courage to propose to his girlfriend?” PAIRING(s): Owen Joyner x fem!reader WARNING(s): some language, mentions of abuse, panic attack, anxiety, and fluff haha WORDS: 3.7k SUMMARY: Five times Owen almost asks his girlfriend to marry him, and one time he actually does.

0.

    Charlie looks around, feeling out of place amongst the big mirrors, bright lights, and the sparkling diamonds. When his best friend, Owen, told him that he wanted a ‘guys night’ (he’s still unsure as to why he wants to have one: they live together, it’s guys’ night every night – he was expecting bars, or clubs, or fancy restaurants; things they don’t get to do every night, because of work. But he definitely wasn’t expecting to be dragged into a jewellery store.

  “O, buddy, what are we doing here?”

  Owen shushes him, walking ahead to a counter. A woman with kind eyes greets him. “Mr. Joyner!”

  He smiles, familiarity pooling in his eyes.

  Charlie frowns. He didn’t expect Owen to be into jewellery – sure, he buys stuff for his sister and mother, but he always takes them with him.

  He thinks of Y/N, Owen’s girlfriend of about five years – there’s a possibility that he may be buying something for her, but it’s highly unlikely. Y/N has been pretty vocal about the fact that she hates diamonds, and who’s to blame her, really? Her father used to buy her mother a diamond necklace after every time he hit her or when he came home smelling of another woman’s perfume.

  Charlie exclaims, “Owen! I’m gonna die if you don’t tell me what’s going on!”

   “I know, I know.” He shushes him, again, and Charlie feels like a child, even though he’s older than the blonde boy. Owen turns to the woman in front of him, Miranda, as her name tag reads, and says, “I hope it’s ready.”

  She nods, excitedly. “Yes! I have it right here with me.”

  She disappears beneath the counter, and Charlie expects her to return with a big box, like a magician’s apprentice. But, instead, she emerges with a small, tiny box and he wonders –

  As realization dawns upon him, he feels a rush of euphoria. “Oh my god, are you –”

  Owen nods, his face aglow with anticipation, hope and adoration. “I – I walked into this store a couple of weeks ago, after I decided that I wanted to marry her, I mean, I’ve known it for a while, you know? I can’t see myself being with anyone but her for the rest of my life, and I want a family with her. She’s my soulmate, dude. And I – I think it’s the right time, too. She’s got that amazing job, and my career’s going great, so, yeah. I wanna marry her.”

  Charlie sniffs, feeling tears at the back of his eyes. “Bro.”

  His friend grins. “Bro.”

  Charlie pulls him into a hug, but Owen pushes him away, and they swat each other’s hands for a second before Owen whisper shouts, “Do you wanna see the ring or not?!”

  Charlie’s eyes widen and he nods. They turn to the woman in front of them, and she points to the box placed on the counter before them. “If you’re ready.”

  Owen nods, and Charlie feels amazed at the determination clouding his irises. He opens the box, and the Canadian boy gasps.

  Inside sits a simple platinum ring. Except at the middle, there’s a diamond shaped like a star. It’s so beautifully built, every edge looking like they’re fit to cut steel. And the entire ring – it’s so simple, yet beautiful, and Charlie knows why he picked it.  

  It’s a mirror of the way Owen sees Y/N – something gorgeous, something priceless, something elegant, yet something so simple to him, and something that will always makes sense, no matter what.

1.

    Owen inhales, staring at his reflection in the full body length mirror in front of him. He’s going to do it today – he is going to ask his best friend, his soulmate and the love of his life to marry him. He has planned it all – even Charlie went out with the rest of the cast tonight to give the twenty-three-year-olds some privacy. (Charlie, Y/N, and Owen live together in Vancouver, at least while shooting the fourth season of Julie and The Phantoms, so, as one can guess, it’s really difficult to get a moment alone – but since the both of them love Charlie so fucking much, they don’t really mind.)

  He straightens his tie and hears soft footsteps in the hallway outside his room. Y/N’s head pokes in, her face lit up like Christmas lights.

   “Don’t you look sharp!” She says, while walking up to him and wrapping her arms around his torso. Owen smiles, catching her eyes in the reflection. “Are the bad puns ever going to stop?”

  She gasps, dramatically, and exclaims, “You don’t gotta be so mean about it!”

  He shakes his head, and feels love swell in his chest for the woman behind him. “I love you so much, you know that, right?”

  A mischievous glint appears in her eyes. “I could use a reminder.”

  Owen grins, turning backwards and cups her face in his hands, about to kiss her, when a voice stops him.

  “I think I just broke the coffee machine!”

  Y/N’s eyes widen, and she yells, “You did what?!”

  Owen’s brows furrow. “Is that –”

  She casts him an apologetic glance. “Zoe, yeah. I forgot to tell you, but Cece had to go out last minute, so I offered to watch her for the evening!”

  Usually, Owen loves kids, especially Y/N’s cousins like Zoe, but right now, he feels like jumping off a cliff. She seems to sense that as she runs her hands down his arms, and says, “I’m sorry! I know you said that tonight was gonna be just us, but you love Zoe, don’t you? And it’s gonna be fun, I promise!”

  It’s not. Owen had booked a table at Y/N’s favorite restaurant in Vancouver, and he would have proposed midway through the dinner, when the musicians there would start to play ‘Love Story’ by Taylor Swift, and when they got to the bridge, he would have dropped to a knee.

  Ignoring the weight in his chest, he plasters a smile on his face. “Yeah. Yeah. I’m sorry, I just – it’s been a while since we’ve been alone, you know? With work and all. But I’m sure it’s gonna be great with Zoe, too!”

  She nods. “Thank you. We can go out alone next week when Charlie has that photoshoot with Madi!”

  He nods. “Absolutely.”

  The little black box stays hidden in the pocket of the beige coat in his closet that he never wears.

2.

    As Y/N smiles at him, Owen thinks that this is it. This is the moment he’s gonna ask her to marry him.

  As the light from the fire illuminates her face, he thinks about how perfect this weekend has been. After long days, and even longer nights of filming, they finally got a weekend off, and Charlie immediately booked a cabin in North Vancouver.

  And there’s no one better at planning trips than Charlie.

  Along with Owen, Y/N, and Charlie; Madison, Jadah, Jeremy and his wife, Carolynn, Savannah, Sacha, and Tori are here, too, everyone basking in the peace. Throughout the weekend, they’ve done anything and everything they can do in snow – from skiing, to making snow angels, and finally, as the shades of evening rolled on the last day of their trip, they are tired.

  After dinner, everyone wordlessly returned to their rooms, and Owen knows that they’re all fast asleep, right now – except Y/N, who is still as bubbly as champagne.

  When they returned to their room, Y/N quickly lit the fire – because no matter if it’s snowing or if it’s fifty degrees outside – she is always freezing.

  It’s the opposite in Owen’s case, though – he’s always warm, and that’s why Y/N wasted no time to settle in his lap.

  Owen quickly pats his pocket to check if the ring’s still there. It is, and it’s been there for the whole weekend. He’s been searching for opportunities, but they were always either with someone, or it wasn’t a good time.

  “O?” She asks, her voice soft.

  “Hmm?” He replies, threading his fingers through her hair.

  Her eyes brighten up, putting the fire in front of them to shame. “I’ve just had an idea.”

  “Later. First, I have something to ask you.” He says, his hand reaching into his pocket again.

  She smiles. “I know what you’re gonna ask.”

  Owen’s surprised. “You do?”

  She nods excitedly. “Yeah. Charlie told me!”

  He must have had a horrified look on his face because her eyes widen quickly. “Oh, he didn’t want to, believe me! But, now that I know, tell me, when are you gonna do it?”

  Owen stammers, suddenly feeling breathless in this room. The anxiety starts to pool in his stomach, along with an anger, directed towards Charlie. “I – I – I can’t believe he told you this…”

  She shrugs. “You know that he can’t hide anything from me. He’s like the brother I never asked for. Anyway, so he was showing me some of the designs, and I love you, but I don’t think you can handle a tooth piercing.”

  Owen’s brows furrow. “What?”

  “Like, totally no offence, but you passed out when the dentist came to do a routine check up on your teeth. I don’t wanna imagine what would happen if you got them pierced.”

  “What are talking about?!”

  “Charlie and your matching piercings, dummy! What else would I be talking about?” She looks at him as if he’s grown a third head.

  Owen’s lips part. “We are not getting matching piercings – I wasn’t gonna ask you that!”

  “Oh!” Her eyes widen. “What were you gonna ask, then?”

  He gulps, thinking to himself – this is it. This is it. This is it.

  “Do you wanna go home for New Year’s?”

  He mentally curses when that question comes out of his mouth, and even with Y/N’s bright smile, he starts to feel queasy inside, knowing that he still isn’t confident enough to actually ask her.

3.

    Owen wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans and stands up. “Y/N, I have to tell you something.”

  She nods, her eyes sweeping across the mostly empty LA beach. He brought her here today to finally ask her to marry him – his past attempts have been nothing short of disastrous.

  As he opens his mouth, he feels a pang in his heart, and his mind starts to race. All kinds of thoughts race through his mind, like – what if she says no? what if she hates him for ruining what they have? What if Champagne Problems by Taylor Swift becomes his most relatable song? What if she –

  Y/N stands up, and her hand finds that of Owen’s, a reassurance, and he knows that she can sense his anxiety. She doesn’t ask him to talk about it – she knows that he will, eventually, when he’s ready. For now, she shows him that she’s here for him, and somehow that is enough.

  As she brushes his hair, his mind starts to calm down, his erratic breathing slowing down and involuntarily matching the pace of her breathing. She whispers, softly, “You’re okay. You’re safe. Everything is okay. You’re okay. I love you. I love you –”

  She keeps repeating that, until it’s like a mantra in Owen’s head, turning the racing thoughts to mere background noise.

  He opens his eyes, and looks into hers, and finally feels calm. He exhales. “That… uh....”

  She nods, comfort flooding through her eyes. “I know, baby. But it’s okay. You’re safe now.”

  He shakes his head, taking his hand in hers. “I – I – I think that maybe you and I should, uh, get – um, matching tattoos. Yeah. That’s what I wanted to ask you.” He lies.

  She nods enthusiastically. “Yes! Of course. You don’t even have to ask – we’ve always talked about it, and I think that now is the perfect time! Do you wanna –”

  As Y/N talks about designs, he thinks that he’s a fucking coward.

4.

    As Owen laughs, he feels confident, for once. He knows that tonight he’ll be able to ask her to marry him, especially in front of all his family – he loves his family, and so does Y/N and vice versa. He remembers the first time he brought her home three months after they’d started dating. He remembers feeling absolutely euphoric about the fact that she fit right in with his family. That was also the day that she had told him, for the first time, that she loves him.

  He looks around the table, and watches Y/N talk animatedly to his mother. His parents think of her as their own daughter, especially after finding out about her rocky relationship with her father. Y/N’s mother sits next to Owen, and he loves how carefree she looks – her ex-husband, really, was an asshole.

  He takes the little box out of his pocket, and his cousin, Elias, gasps. “Is that an engagement ring?” He whispers, his face scrunching as if the sentence left a bad taste in his mouth.

  Owen nods. “Yes. Elias, I would appreciate it if you kept it down.”

  His cousin raises his hands. “Always, homie.”

  He rolls his eyes. “Right.”

  Elias looks around. “Hey, do you think that it’s a good idea to propose now?”

  “What do you mean?” Owen’s brows furrow.

  “I mean people do it in private for a reason. What if she says no and then you get embarrassed in front of your entire family and hers? It’s sympathetic looks for the rest of your life, bro. And your parents wouldn’t be able to talk to her, nor to her mom, ‘cause it’d be, ya know, friggin’ embarrassing. Everyone’s probably gonna hate you.”

  Owen’s eyes widen, and he toys with the truth in his cousin’s words. Elias shrugs, and takes a sip of his water. “But it’s up to you, dude.”

  Slowly, Owen slides the ring back into his pocket.

5.

    Owen looks around, checking if any distractions could be in this room. None. How could it, though? He’s standing in an empty classroom, in the middle of winter break. Nobody in their right minds would be here.

  Well, that would mean that Owen’s not in his right mind. To be really, really, really honest – he is kind of losing it. He has been trying to propose to Y/N for the past month, but every time – every god damn time, something comes up and ruins everything.

  So, he decided to break into his middle school. Well, ‘break into’ isn’t the right phrase – he asked the guard to give him the keys for the night, and even thanked him with a hundred dollar note. Unlike his girlfriend, he’s incapable of breaking rules.

  The guard thought that it was very romantic of him, but really, he’s just tired and wants to get married already. He taps his foot anxiously, and finally hears the door opening, signalling Y/N’s arrival.

  God, she looks absolutely adorable. Her nose is crimson from the cold, and she is bundled under what seems to be ten layers of clothing. She huffs, grinning when she notices him.

  “Are we here to make out? Because your house was much more comfortable and so, so warm.”

  Owen shakes his head. “Nope.”

  “Well, are you gonna murder me, O? Because, well, it’s certainly the perfect location.”

  “I have to tell you something.” He says, taking a step toward her. He looks around and sees that there is nothing that could possibly ruin this moment, and smiles brightly, preparing himself. Y/N’s eyes gleam with anticipation, as she nods for him to continue.

  “Y/N, I still remember the day that I met you. I remember the way you smiled at me even though I had spilled black coffee all over you and ruined your very pretty, white dress.”

  She laughs. “I was really mad at first, yeah. But the cutest boy in all of Oklahoma was in front of me, and well, you know that I was a goner.”

  He smiles fondly. “And the beautifulest girl in the world was in front of me.”

  “That’s not a word.”

  “I know. And then you laughed at my dumb jokes, and even agreed to go on a date with me.”

  “To compensate for that absolutely gorgeous dress.” She clarifies, a teasing smile on her face.

  He grins sheepishly. “And then somehow, somewhere we fell in love, and somehow, you became my other half, and somehow, I can’t imagine a world without you. I don’t want to. You are my best friend, and you are the one person around whom I can be completely myself and face no judgements.”

  “No, I do judge you. You’re a little questionable.”

  “And what would I do without your wicked sense of humour?”

  “Honestly? You’d be lost without me. I mean, you forget to even put your socks in the washing machine.”

  “You’re not supposed to wash them. They go on your feet. Obviously.”

  “That is disgusting, and you know it.”

  He laughs. “I wanna be with you for the rest of my life, and I… I… I want a family with you, you know? I know that we’ve never talked about this, and I don’t know how you would feel about one, but still, if you’re up for it, I’m too. But, if you don’t, that’s okay, too. More than okay.”

  For a moment, an unrecognizable expression crosses her face, and he wonders if he’s hurt her. But then the biggest smile blooms on her face.

  “We should have talked about this. But I would like a family with you, too. I mean, I’ve never really wanted one, and you know why. But, after seeing you and your family, I realized that a part of me does want it. I do want to have the home that I never got to have with you and I wanna do better. I know that you’ll be an amazing dad, and I wanna raise my kid the way that kids should be raised. And I want it with no one else but you.”

  Owen feels as if he’s on cloud nine, and he stares at her for a moment, wondering how lucky he is to find a girl like her. He says, “Y/N, I –”

  Before he can ask her the question, though, her ringtone cuts through the silence of the empty classroom. She whispers an apology and takes her phone out from her jeans pocket.

  She accepts the call and speaks into the phone. “Hey, Luka, what’s up? Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down. Luka, slow down.”

  She exchanges a panicked look with Owen.

  Speaking of Owen, he’s losing it. Absolutely. He was so close. And for the first time, he had both confidence and hope. And something had to happen. He starts to feel annoyed at Luka, his sister, and then immediately feels bad about it, but then starts to feel annoyed again.

  “Oh no, you did what? Do you need me to come?”

  At Y/N’s last sentence, Owen bursts out. “Oh, for fuck’s sake!”

  Y/N raises her brows at him. He feels anger replacing all his emotions, anger towards the world, it’s timings, and mostly, towards himself.

  Sensing his rage, Y/N gives him a weird look. “What is wrong with you?” She whispers.

  “Everything. Everything is wrong!” He whispers back.

  He starts to feel breathless, and the familiar sensation of a panic attack starts to overcome him. He looks around, trying to focus on something, anything, when he spots the door.

  He looks at his girlfriend, and says, “I love you, but I’m gonna lose it.” With that, he walks by her, and out the doors, while she yells after him.

+1.

    It’s been twenty minutes since he last talked to Y/N, and he has lost all hope. He’s now sitting on a park bench a couple of minutes away from the school, and he is listing all the reasons why his life is absolutely shit.

  “Hey, you okay?”

  Owen looks up, and notices Y/N walking up to the bench, with a concerned look in her eyes.

  “I – I just… I’ve been trying to ask you something, Y/N, for the past month. And every time I try to do it, I’m either interrupted, or I’m not confident enough. And, today, there were no distractions, and I was finally feeling confident and hopeful and then my sister decides to ruin it – is she okay, by the way?”

  She nods and sits down beside him. “Yeah, she misplaced her dress for tonight.”

  He grits his teeth in annoyance. He loves her, but his sister has the worst timing.

  Y/N rests a hand on his, an odd look taking over her features. “You should know by now that the answer will always, and obviously be a yes.”

  Owen sharply turns towards her. “What?”

  A brilliant smile makes its way onto her face. “You are gonna propose, aren’t you?”

  A gasp involuntarily escapes him. “How’d you know?”

  “Well, you just said some pretty nice things about me. Also, I can see the outline of the ring box, and you keep checking your pocket for it every two minutes, even if you don’t realize it. You’re literally doing it right now.”

  In his defence, he wasn’t, or rather, isn’t consciously doing it. He slowly retracts his hand from his pocket and gives her a sheepish smile.

  She stands up. “Really, O, are you gonna do it or not –”

  “Yep, yep, yep.” He clears his throat and stands in front of her and drops to a knee. He takes the ring out, and flips open the box, and as the diamond’s reflected light dances across her face, Y/N gasps.

  “Oh my god, that’s gorgeous!”

  He grins. “I have great taste.”

  She smiles teasingly. “I know, baby.”

  “Will you ma–”

  “Yes! Yes, yes, yes!”

  “You didn’t even let me finish!”

  “Someone would’ve probably interrupted you and I couldn’t take the chance of you losing your shit again.”

  “You do have a point.”

  “I always do.”

  He slides the ring onto her finger, and she kneels in front of him to match their heights. She wraps her arms around his neck, and he wraps his around her waist, both desperate to be closer, closer, closer.

  “I love you so much.” He whispers into her hair, and she kisses his shoulder.

  “I love you. Forever.”

  She untangles herself from him, and as she kisses him, Owen realizes that he had no reason to be worried at all.

[MASTERLIST]

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[im-in-love-with-pizza-bites]

Drinks on me!

Owen Joyner X Fem!Reader

Summary: You take your boyfriend to a bar for his 21 birthday.

Warnings:

A/n: Happy Birthday Owen!!!

You busted into the apartment with a look of mischief on your face. Owen looked at you from the couch where he was scrolling on tiktok.

"I regret giving you that key. Knock!" He glared at you. You laughed jumping onto the couch next to him. "I could've been in my underwear!" He scoffed.

"Oh come on. I've seen you in underwear before!" You rolled your eyes.

"True. What did you need babe?" He smiled wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

"Tomorrow your turning 21!" You exclaumdd

"I know." He chuckle.

"Which means we're going to a bar tomorrow!" You exclaimed.

"Why I already have alcohol here." He raised a brow.

"I don't give a shit we're going." You rolled your eyes.

"Okay." He smiled

———

"Happy birthday Baby!!" You jumped onto the bed where he had been sleeping peacefully with Cruzy.

"Shit. Babe it's too early." He yawned pushing you off him so he could cuddle you. "Go to sleep." He muttered into your neck. You pouted but cuddled up against him.

"Fine."

You two ended up sleeping until 10 before beginning the day. You went to visit his family for a little while, he has a beer with his dad before the two of you head to a bar.

"It's his 21st!" You told the bartender excitedly. you're a year older than Owen so you've been able to drink legally... He hasn't and you've been buying him the booze that he does have.

"Okay what do you want kid?" The older man asked seemingly uninterested.

"Four shots."

"Okay."

"Happy birthday!" You said as the two of you took a shot each.

"Thank you." He chuckled, before downing his second one. "Another round please." He said as you finished your second shot.

Soon you both were tipsy but still drinking.

"I love you." He slurred. It was the first time in the 4 months of dating him those three words were said by either of you. It seemed to snap you out of your alcohol induced daze.

"What?"

"I love you." He smiled an award winning smile.

"I love you too."

[tefilovesreading]

Karaoke nights - Owen Joyner x reader

Pairing: Owen Joyner x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1,3k

Warning: mention of alcohol, couple swearing words and a bunch of fluff, ‘cause I love a fluffy story.

A/N: This is my first Owen fic, so I hope you like it. Also, let me know if I should make a taglist. Thanks for the pic @tewksburysmischief​

Edited by: @theamazingtomholland​

MASTERLIST 

The humid summer night in Toronto made Owen readjust his shirt, feeling how the fabric was sticking to his skin, but he couldn’t complain. After all, the temperature finally cooled down when the evening came, giving the couple a much-needed break from the heat.

“Are you okay, baby?” Y/N asked when she noticed his boyfriend run his fingers through his hair in a nervous gesture.

“Yeah, I’m just getting all sweaty,” he answered reassuring his girlfriend, “did Charlie send you the address?”

“He did, we’re a few blocks away.” The girl showed him the map on her phone screen and Owen nodded, locking just their pinkies, so their hands wouldn’t get sweaty as they walked to their destination.

“Where are we going anyway?” Owen asked again, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

“Charlie said it was one of his best mates’ place,” she commented swinging their hands to ease the blonde guy, “I’m sure we’re gonna have a good time, and if we’re not, when can always leave.”

“You’re right,” Owen sighed and leaned to kiss his girlfriend’s forehead.

“I’m always right, Joyner” Y/N bragged, sticking her tongue out to mess with Owen.

“Don’t get too cocky, babe,” he warned with a smirk, “you might regret it later.”

Charlie welcomed the couple inside and introduced them to the rest of the group, too many names Y/N couldn’t remember. 

“You guys want something to drink? A beer?” Charlie questioned pointing to the kitchen.

“I’m not sure if we should-” his friend interrupted him quickly.

“If you want a beer it’s okay, you know you can drink here,” Y/N saw her boyfriend nod slowly at his friend’s words, probably remembering that the legal age for drinking here was 19 and not 21.

“I’ll have a beer,” she said.

“Save the beer for later!” One of Charlie’s friends chirped, putting his arm over his shoulders, “we’re doing shots first, guys.”

Y/N raised her eyebrows in shock, but when she turned to see her boyfriend, he winked at her and whispered: “You’re done.”

What was supposed to be one shot of vodka, turned into three, probably four if Owen hadn’t spilled his before the glass could touch his lips.

“Owen is wasted!” Charlie sang with a laugh, “and here we thought little Y/N was gonna be the drunkest out of you two.”

“Oh c’mon!” she huffed and raised her glass, “you need to have a little more faith in me, Gillespie.”

“It’s not fair, she’s been drinking water,” Owen whined and filled his glass again with the clear liquid. 

“You gotta stay hydrated, baby,” she winked at him and threw her head back, letting the alcohol make its way down with a slight burn on her throat. 

“So guys,” the guy she vaguely remembered introducing himself as Nathan, started saying, “we have a little tradition.”

“If you tell me I have to do one more I don’t think I’m gonna be standing for much longer, mate,” Owen deadpanned, making the group laugh.

“Don’t worry, Owen, you don’t have to drink” Charlie patted his best friend’s shoulder and smirked, “but you do have to sing.”

Nathan handed him a mic and asked him what song he wanted to sing. To her surprise, instead of choosing a song from one of his favorite Broadway shows like he always did, he went with a Justin Timberlake classic.

“I’m bringing sexy back,” he sang getting into character so naturally, she knew his boyfriend was born to be a star, “them other boy don’t know how to act,” Charlie faked a gasp when Owen pointed at him as he sang the next verse.

Owen loved to see the bright smile on Y/N’s face as he sang and danced, making sure to give the people a good show, but most important, one that’d make his lovely girlfriend put a lot more effort into her show. 

“You see these shackles baby I’m your slave,” the blonde boy made sure to sing that line directly to Y/n’s face, loving the way she looked around all flustered and embarrassed.

“Take it to the chorus,” Charlie joined him, helping out his best friend with the background vocals. They were a complete mess together, and anyone could see it when they started singing the chorus together.

“Okay, that was one hell of a good show, guys,” Nathan said and turned to Y/N, “but I’m afraid we have to move to our next competitor, miss Y/N!”

“You said it was a tradition, not a competition,” Y/N accused him but received the mic he was holding out for her.

“It’s a traditional competition.”

Owen kissed her cheek when she passed him and grazed her hand. “I already won, babe,” he whispered. 

Unlike Owen and Charlie, she wasn’t the type of person to put on a show, sure she liked having fun, but he knew she’ll be embarrassed even if she did great. And he smiled when he heard her song choice. It was a bold choice.

The girl singing in front of him, with so much confidence and not a care in the world, was a view he wished to remember his entire life. And when she reached the chorus, he knew he was done, he knew he was head over heels for her. 

“Yeah you make me feel like, I’ve been locked out of heaven, for too long,” Y/N sang softly sitting on his lap, “for too long.” she finished, and he wrapped his arms around her waist.

“That was perfect, babe,” Owen kissed her cheek and felt the heat on her cheeks.

“As much as I love Bruno Mars, we gotta give this round to Owen,” Nathan announced, and she shook her head in disappointment.  

“I told ya,” Owen bragged, leaving a sweet kiss on her cheek, “you had fun, didn’t you?”

She turned her head to focus her attention on her boyfriend and nodded, his eyes were glossy due to the alcohol in his blood, and she was sure hers were just the same. 

“I did, baby,” Y/N said with a grin, “now let’s go and have fun.”

They spent the night laughing and playing random games with their new friends, enjoying the last night they were spending in Canada before going back to Oklahoma. Owen smiled softly at the girl leaning on his shoulder.

“I think it’s time for us to go back to our hotel,” he mentioned, getting up to say goodbye. He held a hand out for Y/N, and she took it gladly.

“Thanks for having us, guys,” the girl smiled politely at the group, “I really had a great night.”

“Thanks for coming,” one of the girls in the group told her with a beaming smile, “if you ever come back, let me know, so we can hang out.”

“Sure, I’d invite you to Oklahoma, but there’s not much to do,” she admitted scrunching her nose just a little. 

Y/N threw herself in bed with an exhausted sigh. Owen helped her take off her shoes and joined her. She wasn’t even drunk now, but she felt so tired she couldn’t keep both of her eyes open at the same time. 

“Shit, I don’t wanna move,” she mumbled, burying her face into her boyfriend’s shoulder. 

“Yeah, me neither,” he wrapped his arms around Y/N and pulled her closer to his body. “Did I tell you I love you?”

“Every day, baby,” she smiled with her eyes closed, “I love you too.”

“No, but I realized I’m seriously in love with you,” Y/N propped herself up, resting her chin in his chest, and smiled at his words, “when you were singing I couldn’t help but think how fucking lucky I am.”

“You’re the best, Owen,” she admitted, “I feel the same about you, but can’t we talk about this in the morning? I’m fucking tired right now.”

He laughed at her sincerity and nodded in agreement. With a last kiss on Y/N’s forehead, he pulled her closer and closed his eyes, ready to sleep. If having to sleep with his jeans on meant he could sleep holding his girlfriend, he’d do it every time he could.

“I really miss my Bindi,” he confessed in a whisper.

“I miss her too, now go to sleep.” 

[undyingskies]

Heartbreak Girl

This is my first ever imagine, I am used to writing fan fictions so I apologize if it’s long or drags on. I have to get used to getting everything into one imagine! Also yes, this is inspired by the 5sos song heartbreak girl! Thanks for reading & I hope you enjoy, I am also happy to take requests! xoxo 

Warnings: There are a few cuss words but other than that there’s nothing! _____________________________________________________________

“Thanks for being a friend, O.”

You said as you end the phone call with your best friend, Owen. As usual, here you are, tear stained cheeks, calling your best friend like a broken record. Yet again, Jason stomped all over your heart and left it broken for what feels like the hundredth time in a row.

You had met Jason at the coffee shop you work at; he had come into the shop every day for almost two weeks. Each day he would order the same drink and do homework; at times, you would catch him staring at you; every time you made eye contact, he would give you the most heartwarming smile. On the last day in, he asked for your number, and the rest was history.

You were busy splashing cold water on your face trying to get the swelling to go down. I mean, you had been crying for the last 5 hours. A swift knock on your front door startled you. Once you make it to the door, you stand on your tippy-toes to look through your peephole; you’re met with messy blonde hair that could only belong to one boy who would never hurt your heart like this.

“O, I didn’t know you were coming over. You didn’t tell me that you were going to or were even thinking of.” You say as your best friend wraps his arms around your waist.

“I know Y/N, but you know I’m a sucker for you. I couldn’t have my best friend home alone, crying over some asshole. I wish you would forget the day you met him Y/N.” Owen said while taking you by the hand and dragging you into your living room. Owen quickly shoves you onto the couch, with a roll of your eyes, and begins to pull things out of the backpack you hadn’t seem to notice on his back.

“I have  your favorites! She’s the Man, candy, chips, chocolate cake, oh and some more candy.”

Owen quickly throws the candy and chips at you on the couch and runs to put the movie in your DVD player. He comes back to the couch, plopping right next to you, throwing his arm around you. Without a second thought, you snuggled into your best friend’s chest, not knowing that his heartbeat picked up a notch.

Owen’s POV

I can still see what’s left of tear stains on Y/N’s cheek; I just really wish she would forget Jason.

Every time I get the same call from Y/N, that he broke up with her again for someone else. That’ll she’ll never get over him, getting over her. Every time she comes running back to me like I am some cure to her heartbreak, and I am until he comes back, and she runs back into her arms, leaving me in the friend zone yet again.

Not that being in the friend zone is terrible; I would rather be her friend than nothing at all. Y/N’s been there through everything with me when we were little, when I went through my first heartbreak, when I got my gig on Knight Squad, then when Knight Squad got canceled, and I cried for more days than I would like to admit. She’s the one that pushed me to audition for Julie and The Phantoms, convinced me not to give up, and that I was good enough. She’s done all this for me, and I still can’t seem to convince her that herself. That she is good enough.

Her smile lights up any room she’s in, her eyes will tell you every single emotion she’s feeling even when she doesn’t want to tell you herself, her laugh is music to literally anyone’s ears, and nothing compares to her humor and kindness.

“Why do you think this happened again O?”

Her soft voice breaks me out of my thoughts; I didn’t even realize she had begun crying again.

“Because he’s an asshole Y/N, you’re too good for him. You always have been and always will be.” I say, trying to remain calm. The sad, broken look in her eyes tears my heart apart. It also makes me want to drive to his house and run his mailbox over with my car.

“O, I am not. I don’t know why you always say that. Jason was so good to me for so long, and no boy has ever even looked at me the way he did. Plus, he was way out of my league; no boy ever wanted me before him. I was always just the girl who hung by your side O, girls didn’t like me because they wanted you, and boys didn’t even look twice at me or just viewed me as a bro. I’m never going to find someone like him again. No one is ever going to like me again, O.”

With every word, she started crying harder and harder. I know she believes those words too. Every word I hear, I can feel the anger swelling up in my chest. It is so hard hearing not only the person you love but also your best friend be so hard on herself.

“Y/N, come on. You know none of that is true. You’re beautiful, and you will find someone else; you just need to forget about Jas-“

“No, O, I won’t. You and I both know that it’s not true. He’s it; I’ll just be alone now that it’s really over with him.”

“Jesus Y/N, why can’t you see it. You’re beautiful, so many boys look at you constantly. They drooled over you in high school; they still do today.”

“O, please just stop. Just stop. I don’t want to hear your lies; I know as my best friend you’re trying to make me feel better, but just stop. I just won’t be with anyone.”

At this moment, I don’t want to be mad. But her words, her words are just setting everything in me on fire. She says these things every time this happens, every time that asshole steps all over her heart, and I can’t take it anymore.

“I bite my tongue, but I want to scream out every time this happens. You could be with me now, but I always tell you what you want to hear! But you’re never ready, and it’s so frustrating! He treats you so bad, and I’m so good to you, it’s not fair. You should be with me!”

Y/N’s POV

Shocked. Shocked is the only word you could even begin to describe how you’re feeling right now.  Never in a million years did you think you would hear those words coming out of Owen’s mouth. Yet here you are, hearing him saying well, yelling these words at you as he’s standing in front of you just staring down at you.

It’s not like you never thought about it; it’s actually all you ever used to think about; you and Owen. You would agonize over your feelings for him. In high school, you would go home crying, seeing all the girls fawning over him. Every other girl getting his attention but you. You were just his friend, his sidekick. At some point, you accepted this, and that being his friend was worth it because at least he would still be in your life. Then you met Jason, sure you even thought about it from time to time because deep down, that feeling would never go away.

“Y/N, hello? I kind of just admitted something important, and you have nothing to say?”

You were so deep in your thoughts you didn’t even realize you had just left Owen hanging. He’s just standing in front of you, arms by his side, looking well nervous almost.

“O, I, I don’t think you mean what you’re saying.”

“Y/N, I know what I am saying! I’ve wanted to say it for years now. I have loved you since we were 15! You’re just too blind to see it; you always have been!”

“I want to believe you, O. I just..”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!”

Owen yells, and before I can even understand what is going on, I feel his lips slam against mine. Fireworks. My lips slowly melt into his; I can hear his sigh of relief when he feels me reciprocating the kiss back to him. His bottom lip slips between my lips to deepen the kiss. Truly, nothing has ever felt so perfect. We slowly pull apart; he leans his head on mine. Forehead to forehead. I see that perfect smile make its way across his face.

“Believe me now? It’s always been you and I, Y/N. I have always loved you.”

I can’t help but smile at those words, words that I didn’t know how bad I truly wanted to hear, no, needed to hear. He’s right; it’s always been him and I, Owen and Y/N.

“I know O, you and I. You’ve always been there, and I have always loved you too.”

“I told you I’m right here; I’m glad you finally realized it.”

He says before he places his lips back onto mine.

We spend the rest of the night talking, cuddling, and watching the movie. More than anything we spend the night giving each other kisses and whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ears. I don’t know what we quite are yet, but I know that he’s my cure.

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Contest Winner-Owen Joyner

A/n- I got this idea from when Owen was telling his fans how it would be funny to marry one of us after the pandemic. So I decided to write a little imagine about it. This is a long one folks, get comfy and grab a snack. Jk but enjoy this adorable master piece. 

-Samantha

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Your POV

I was chilling in my room when I got a notification from instagram. It was from Owen telling his fans that he was going live.

‘Live’

“Hey Guys!” Owen said 

I commented ‘Hi, I love you so much.’

He talked about random things until something caught my attention. 

“ All right guys, I want to talk about something. I want to have a contest.” 

I watched the comments and everyone was freaking out how they want to win. I commented..

‘ What’s the contest about?’ 

I watch Owen look at all the comments before reading mine. 

“ What’s the contest about? Well let me tell you. You guys remember how I said it would be funny to marry one of you.” 

I saw people commenting ‘yes’ 

“ Well that’s what the contest is for. I will post the rules on my instagram story. But right now I have to head off. Good luck to all my fans that are going to enter the contest. Love y’all.” 

Once the live ended I waited for the story Owen was going to post. 

‘Ten minutes later’

I heard my phone ding, so I immediately grabbed it and went to his story. 

‘His story’

Contest Instructions 

Need to be 18 or older

Dm me a picture of you and then tell me why I should pick you.

Also tell me about yourself. 

Good Luck!

I smiled and got started on messaging him. I type out everything I wanted to say and sent it with a picture. 

(imagine what you would say to him)

After I sent it I started getting nervous and anxious about how I may not win or I could win. I tried to calm my breathing but nothing was working so I started looking at Owen’s videos because he helps me calm down. 

‘Two months later’

I was at work helping customers when I felt my phone vibrating like crazy. I took it out when the customers left. I saw Owen announced the winner and people were taking me in posts. I got nervous for what I was about to find out. I was about to go check it out, but other customer came in. I sighed and put my phone away. 

‘Time Jump’

I was finally home and I gave out a shaky breath before clicking on Owen’s story. 

‘Hi everyone I wanted to thank everyone of you for entering. I have picked and it was hard because you all gave interesting responses. Anyway let’s welcome my new wife. Drum Roll please! @yourusername! Congrats Y/n Y/l/n, you are my forever wife.’ 

I stared at my phone screen in shock. I then felt tears falling down my face. I also felt myself shaking. I went to my direct messages to find a message from Owen. I opened it to find. 

‘ Hey, congrats on winning the contest I am so excited to meet you. I juts have some questions for you.’ 

I started typing out ‘ Omg, I can’t believe I actually won the contest. I am more excited to meet you. What are the questions you want to ask?”

I saw the messaging bubbles pop up, so I started getting anxious again. 

‘I am glad you’re just as excited as me. Questions...

1)How old are you?

2) Where do you live?

Sorry if it sounds rude just wondering so I can get a ticket for you to come to Norman, Oklahoma.’

I got excited when he responded. ‘ You’re not at all being rude. I already know why you need to know this information. To answer them I am y/a/n and I am from y/h/s.’ 

Owen then responded with ‘ Great, I will book you a plane ticket for Wednesday.’

I then decided to do a bold move and send him a quick picture with a caption, ‘Can’t wait to meet you!’ 

I then got a picture of Owen which made me giggle a little. I continued to talk to him until I needed to head to sleep. 

‘Time Jump’

Today was the day I was flying out to Norman, Oklahoma. I was rushing around my apartment trying to find everything that I needed to pack last minute. Once I zipped my suitcase up I made my way downstairs to get in my Uber I ordered while in the elevator. 

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I made it off the plane and started heading over to grab my bag before looking for Owen since he told me he was picking me up. 

Owen’s POV I was waiting for Y/n next to the doors and I started getting nervous. I looked down at my phone to see what she looked like again. I heard someone yell my name. 

“ OWEN!” 

I saw her walking up to me really fast. I smiled and met her in the middle. She bit her lip a little and said..

“ Hi” 

I smiled “ Hi” 

She gave me a shy look which made me give out a little chuckle. I said...

“ Hey, don’t get all shy on me now.” 

She let out a cute giggle. 

“ Should we head out of here?” She asked me

I nodded to answer and held my hand out to her. She smiled and grabbed my hand. 

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Two years later

Your POV

I was chilling in the kitchen when I heard the front door open. 

“ Hello?” I questioned 

I saw Owen walk into the kitchen, “ Hey beautiful.” 

I smiled and walked up to him and gave him a quick, but meaningful kiss. I felt him smile into the kiss. I pulled away from the kiss, but kept my arms wrapped around his neck. 

“ I love you Y/n/n.” he whispered 

“ I love you to Owen.” I whispered back 

Owen’s POV

I smiled at her and pecked her lips again before I told her..

“ I’m taking you out tonight.” 

She let out a cute giggle and nodded her head. 

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Third Person POV

Owen and Y/n were sitting across from each other having the best time. Little did Y/n know Owen was planing on proposing to her. 

Owen’s POV We were waiting for our dessert when I was starting to sweat a little. I was going to propose to the most beautiful girl every. I grabbed her hand in mine and smiled. She smiled and grabbed my other hand. 

“ I love you so much Owen.” 

“ I love you much more Y/n.” 

I leaned over the table and kissed her lips. I felt her smile into the kiss. I pulled way from her lips, and I stood up and grabbed the ring box out of my pocket. 

Your POV

I saw Owen pull something out of his pocket, so I pushed my chair away from the table. 

“ Owen, what are you doing?” I asked nervously

He gave me a little smile, before bending down on one knee. I felt tears well up in my eyes. 

“ Y/n Y/l/n, you have been the most amazing girlfriend ever. I am glad that I picked you for my contest. You are so special to me. You make me so very happy and I hope we can spend the rest of our life together. Will you marry me Y/n?” 

I could feel the tears falling down my face. I tried my best to smile through my tears. 

“ Yes, definitely!” I shouted

Owen slide on the ring and then stood up to give me a loving meaningful kiss. I pulled him closer to me, but then pulled away when I heard clapping. I saw everyone in the restaurant cheering. 

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Three months later

Third Person POV

Owen and Y/n were both getting ready for their wedding. Y/n was getting ready with Madison, Savannah, Jadah and Carolynn, while Owen was with Charlie and Jeremy. 

‘Time Jump’

Your POV It was about time for me to marry the love of my life. 

“ Y/n, you ready?” Madison asked 

I gave her a nervous smile and got up to grab my dads arm. 

“ Honey, I am so proud of you.” he confessed 

I felt tears well up in my eyes. My dad said...

“ On darling don’t cry, you’re going to mess up your beautiful make up.”

I let out a giggle. “ I love you dad.” 

He gave me a hug “ I love you to sweetie.” 

My dad walked me down the aisle all the way to Owen.

Owen’s POV I felt tears in my eyes when I saw her walking down the aisle. Her dad gave her one last hug before giving her over to me. She gave me a huge smile which I responded back with a smile. The priest was talking to us and when he said that we could state our vowels. 

(Owen’s vowels) 

“ Y/n, when I picked you I knew you were the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. You and I have had some of the funniest times like are late night drives. I am in love with you and I will fall more in love with you my the second. I will also promise to love you till the day we are no longer living.” 

( your vowels, imagine what you would say) 

“ Owen Patrick Joyner due you take Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n to be you newly wedded wife until the last day you breath.” 

I looked at the priest before looking back at her. “ I do” 

The priest then looked at Y/n “ Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n due you take Owen Patrick Joyner to be your newly wedded husband until your last breath.” 

She smiled “ I do.” 

“ You may now kiss the bride.” 

I pulled her into me and dipped her into a passionate kiss. Everyone cheered us on when we made our way to the limo. The both os us looked out the back window and waved. 

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I hope this is good, I personally been to like one wedding but I was little so I don't remember anything. Also I hope everything makes sense if not just give me tips in the comments. Thanks enjoy!!!!!!!

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Live- Owen Joyner x OC

Owen Joyner x Hazel Matthews

Description: Owen and Hazel decide to do a Live Video on Instagram and just hang out with fans. What comes after is one of the cutest things Hazel has ever experienced. 

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“Is it on yet?” Was the first thing heard when people clicked on the Instagram Live. The screen only had Hazel’s face right in front of it so she took up every corner of the viewer’s phone. She looked confused.

“I genuinely don’t know,” she laughed. “How do I tell?” Owen’s laugh could be heard from somewhere behind her. She moved away from the recording phone to look at Owen as he reached her. He leaned down in front of the phone and examined it. 

“Oh my god, you are terrible with technology,” he laughed out. “It’s been on for like three minutes. See how it says ‘Live’ in the corner?” He pointed at the screen as Hazel examined it. She blushed embarrassedly and nodded. 

“Well, now I know,” she shrugged and walked over to the couch across from the desk that Owen’s phone sat on. Viewers could tell that they were filming the Live today in their home office rather than the living room or kitchen. Owen continued to tease her as he sat beside her. 

“Dude shut up I never do Lives!” She exclaimed as he got settled. “You’re going to expose me.” He laughed in response while she moved her legs so she was now sitting side-saddle. 

“I think you’ve already exposed yourself babe,” he replied with a teasing smile. SHe rolled her eyes and leaned against the arm of the couch. 

“Just tell everyone what we’re doing today, you unbent paper clip.” Owen let out a laugh as he reached just off screen and grabbed something. He set an electronic drum set in front of him then looked at the camera. 

“Today’s a pretty chill day so I kinda just wanted to have a jam sesh, maybe answer some questions,” he trailed off. Hazel reached off to the side and grabbed a guitar, setting it in her lap.

“For anyone wondering, yes this is Charlie’s guitar,” she mumbled as she began tuning it. “He left it here last time he was here and we’re all too lazy to go to each other’s houses to drop it off. Plus it’s so nice so he’s letting me borrow it.” 

“It’s like a custody settlement,” Owen joked, beginning to make a beat. 

“Yeah,” Hazel laughed, glancing at him for a second before continuing to tune the guitar. “Oh my god how does he even play on this? It’s so out of tune,” she grumbled. Owen shook his head amusedly at her then looked at the phone. 

“Why don’t you guys start requesting songs while she fixes her little issue,” he suggested. Instantly the phone started getting multiple messages with song requests. As she finished with her task, Owen wrote down as many requests as he could before more comments flooded in. 

“Alright, we’re ready,” Hazel said, looking over the notebook in Owen’s hands. “What is going on with your handwriting?” She asked, making both of them start laughing. “Can you even read this? It looks like Charlie’s.” Owen lightly pushed her shoulder then looked down at the notebook once more. 

“Yeah see, this one is Sugar by Maroon 5,” he stated, pointing at it. 

“Thank god you can read it because I cannot,” she giggled, making him roll his eyes and make another beat on the drums in front of him. 

They spent the next hour playing the requested songs, including Stacey’s mom, Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now, Killer Queen, and even Ripped My Pants from Spongebob. Hazel’s fingers eventually got tired from playing for so long, so they decided it was time for a break to answer questions. After setting their instruments aside, Owen helped her up and they walked over to the desk so they could see the questions coming through the phone. 

“Alright, first question,” Hazel announced. “How do you feel about seeing Alex and Willie/ Owen and Booboo’s chemistry on set?” She read aloud. She looked at Owen, only to see he was already staring at her. She giggled at the sight then looked at her phone again. 

“Honey I know for an absolute fact that if Owen and I weren’t dating, one of us would definitely be going after him,” she answered with another laugh. Owen laughed, but he couldn’t disagree. Instead he just leaned forward and read the next question. 

“Do you ever think about the fact that your characters were literally so young when they died?” He read. Hazel perked up and nodded quickly. 

“Okay first of all yes. I actually have a thing about it,” she said hyperactively and began her rant. “Literally the Phantoms were like sixteen/seventeen when they died. They hadn’t even started their lives yet and they had already ended. And could you imagine how Bobby must have felt waiting for his friends to show up for their show only to get a call saying they were dead? That must have been awful.” 

“Yeah, but look what he ended up doing,” Owen pointed out. 

“That doesn’t matter though!” She exclaimed. “I mean, it does. But like before anything he had to mourn. His bandmates, his best friends, were dead. I can’t even imagine how awful he must have felt. He probably thought that there was something more he could have done, because that’s the natural human reaction. Like, I just know that he probably wished he had been in that alleyway because maybe he could have saved or at least helped them. That brings me to another point: I constantly think about the fact that one of the Phantoms probably died last, which meant he saw the other two die first. Could you imagine how terrifying that must have been? Like, you’re in pain and you look at your friend then come to the realization that he’s dead. And that meant that you were probably next.The terror that you would feel, I can’t even imagine. I’m getting goosebumps just thinking about it,” she finally finished, leaning back in her chair and facing her boyfriend. 

“Wow,” Owen said amusedly. “You’ve put a lot of thought into this.” Hazel blushed shyly and shrugged. 

“I just stay thinking about things like that,” she explained, laughing a little afterwards. “It just lives in my mind rent free.” Owen laughed as well as she looked at the phone, searching for a question to answer between comments.

“Okay uh, will there be a season two?” The couple shrugged in unison after she finished speaking. Hazel noticed a few comments talking about how in sync they are and smiled. 

“What is your favorite scene/song of the season?” Owen asked, leaning back in his chair.

“Oh man, that’s a hard one,” Hazel said, crossing one leg over the other as she thought about her answer. “I would have to say that my favorite song would….probably be Stand Tall,” she finally said. Owen raised his eyebrows at her. 

“Wait really?” 

“Yeah, I love the emotion in it. Like, they assumed that this would be the last time they sang together and so they really put their all into it. You can feel everyone’s bittersweet thoughts about it. Plus it wasn’t too bad seeing you in a suit during the scene.” The boy laughed and rolled his eyes playfully. 

“Okay, and favorite scene?” He inquired. She stayed silent for a minute before speaking again. 

“Probably anything with Caleb. I live for Cheyenne’s energy because he just has a zest for life, and I can appreciate that. I think if I were to be more specific it would be the first time the Phantoms plus the audience meets him. Also dancing with him during ‘Other Side of Hollywood’ was so fun because he was so respectful and sweet about it.” Owen hummed thoughtfully then nodded. 

“I think my favorite song would be Bright,” he mentioned. 

“Really?” Hazel asked, looking at him. “Why?”

“Because it kinda kicks everything off. It was the second song we learned and it’s so fun to play and be a part of,” he explained. “As for my favorite scene, it’d probably be when Luke, Alex and Reggie are messing with Bobby/Trevor at his house in the bathroom. It was funny seeing Steve Bacic having to pretend that he’s haunted by ghosts and we’re not even there.”

“Ooh good choice,” Hazel responded, pulling her knees to her chest as she looked at the phone yet again. 

“Who is your favorite person on set?” She read. 

“Owen,” she answered. 

“Hazel,” Owen spoke at the same time. They looked at each other then shared a laugh. The comments were going crazy, cooing at the couple and saying they were relationship goals. 

“Alright you guys,” Owen said, facing her phone. “I think that’s enough for today. Thanks for tuning in to our little session. We’ll see you guys next time.” Hazel waved and called a goodbye seconds before Owen shut off the Live. 

“You hungry?” Hazel asked, standing from her chair and stretching her arms out. 

“Always,” he responded with a cheeky smile, making her giggle. 

“How does homemade pizza sound?” She asked as she began walking out of the room. 

“Like heaven,” her boyfriend groaned happily. “As long as you don’t put olives on it this time,” he added as he stood and followed her. Hazel rolled her eyes as she entered the kitchen.

“I’ll have you know that olives are a respectable topping on pizza,” she responded, mocking offense. Owen rolled his eyes but said nothing as he headed to the living room while she got to work on their dinner. After putting the pizza in the oven she entered the living room to see Owen smiling at his phone. 

“Hey O, what’s got you so happy?” She questioned, taking a seat beside him on the couch. He didn’t look up as he answered.

“We’re trending on Twitter, you know,” was his only response. She furrowed her brow and looked over his shoulder. Owen hadn’t been kidding. He was on Twitter reading through a page labelled ‘#Hazen’ with ‘#3’ right under it. Most of it was screenshots of their Live video, some were when they were singing and the others were them answering questions. 

“Hey wait, make that one bigger,” she instructed upon a specific tweet catching her eye. Owen did as she said and she leaned closer to it. The caption above the picture said “I need to find someone who looks at me the way Owen looks at Hazel.” The picture itself was of when they were answering questions. Hazel seemed to be talking animatedly, and she recognized it as when she had been answering the question about the Phantoms’ deaths. Then the Owen in the picture caught her eyes. If there was one word that explained the look on his face as he watched Hazel, it would be adoration. A close second would be affectionate. Hazel was surprised. She had been so focused on her rant that she hadn’t even realized how he had been looking at her. 

“How often do you look at me like this?” She asked with a quiet giggle before looking at him. He was already facing her with the exact same look on his face as the picture in question. 

“How many times a day do I see you?” Was his response. Hazel blushed profusely. 

“Oh my god you are so corny!” She exclaimed with a laugh.  Owen couldn’t help but laugh as well and kiss her cheek. 

“I can’t help it!” He responded with the same enthusiasm. “I love you!” Hazel couldn’t fight the smile at his words. 

“I love you too, Owen,” she responded softly, leaning her head on his shoulder as they continued to look through the hashtag.

[calamitykaty]

Writing Update

I’ve thought long and hard about this and I really don’t want any of you to be upset with me but I will no longer be writing any NSFW content that has to do with the jatp cast. I know I have a lot of Charlie/Owen requests in my inbox that are NSFW and I am so so so so sorry if I am disappointing you. 

I have seen a lot of discourse on the topic and I just feel like this is the right move for me. I won’t delete anything that I have already posted as I do 100% stand by my work and I just really hope you all understand. 

[migilini]

Favourite JATP

My ongoing list of Imagines I adore

Recommendations are welcome!

MASTERLIST

I Just Want Breakfast | Luke Patterson - @jatphatones

Summary: Basically, lukey boy gets around and Y/N don’t like that. Friends to lovers with a sprinkle of angst in the middle is always a good time. I hope y’all enjoy!

Length: 7.7k

To Meet Someone | Luke Patterson - @jatphatones

Summary: Luke sneaks out through his neighboors backyard. One night she catches him.

Length: 2.2k

The Photograph | Reggie Peters - @euthoricspidey

Summary: After Reggie’s death you start to lose hope in the world, wanting so desperately to have him back that you begin seeing him everywhere you look and one day wake to find a special gift.

Length: 1.9k

Fearless | Owen Joyner - @dream-a-little-bigger-x

Summary: Owen and Reader meet each other at the prom he talked about in the promotion video for netflix’s The Prom where they both thought the Prom was dress up. He showed up in a dress, she in a tux. A connection is made!

Length: 5.6k

Paper Rings | Owen Joyner - @headheartbellarke

Summary: Five times Owen almost asks his girlfriend to marry him, and one time he actually does.

Length: 3.7k

Here With You | Owen Joyner - @jatphatones

Summary: Reader and Owen are straight vibing but not able to get together as easily as they and the cast would like.

Length: 4.7k

Pregnancy Test Roulette | Charlie Gillespie - @creativeashproductions

Summary: As a college student living with your three best friends is the best and even better when they get along with your long-term boyfriend. However, one of your best friends decides to film a video inspired by another tiktok video. You just had to jinx yourself.

Length: 2.4k

Suddenly Stuck With You | Charlie Gillespie - @creativeashproductions

Summary: Twenty-one years ago Owen Patrick Joyner was born. His best friends Charlie and Jeremy drag the actor to Vegas to celebrate his first legal drink. What was supposed to be a weekend for the boys quickly changed all because a certain Canadian met a girl and drank a ton. Now they have to deal with the consequences of their actions.

Length: 7.1k

[adorethedistance]

Hey Princess - Owen Joyner x Actress!Reader

JATP masterlist

Warnings: suggestive comment at the end, very mild overall though

Words: 1349

Summary: Dating a Netflix star can be tough in the way of getting recognized in public, but being a Disney Princess just may give Owen a run for his money.

A/N: I’m alive! I’ve found I can still be productive in writing if I just write fics with whomever I’m currently obsessed about and then just alter the person in editing to be someone that my blog is actually dedicated to. This is now an Owen fic but it wasn't originally, so if you catch any slip ups from that I’m so sorry. I tried proofing for them but I’ve been working on this fic for like three hours and I just want to post it already lol. hope yall enjoy!

A fruit smoothie. All week I have been craving a fruit smoothie, but because I’ve been in the recording studio all day everyday, I’ve had to eliminate dairy from my diet completely. I’m recording songs from the upcoming sequel to my Disney movie “Cassie and The Prince”; a half-animated, half-live action Enchanted style movie, in which I play Cassie, the cautious and delicate wallflower-princess whose best friend is a grey rabbit. ‘The Prince’ aka Prince Oliver, who is voiced by Tom Holland, is the rambunctious, rifting presence in her life that gets her to live a little. This week, the two of us have been recording vocals for a duet that the characters share at the beginning of the movie; and day in day out singing equals ‘it’s better to not risk it’ with foods that affect your vocal sound and ability. We eventually wrapped up the song and the arrival of the weekend means I can finally fulfill my smoothie craving.

My supportive as ever boyfriend, Owen, accompanied me in getting my smoothie, figuring we could make a date out of the outing. As we enter the small shop on the outside of our usual mall, Owen and I breathe a little easier to see we’re the only ones in the shop. When you’re a Disney Princess and a Nickelodeon child-star together, at least one of you will be recognized in public at any time. However, it’s hard to be recognized by people that aren’t around. I give Owen my order (although I’m sure he already has it memorized), spewing the information at him as quickly but coherently as I can, as I have to use the bathroom super urgently. Owen assures me he’s got it and ushers me away to finally use the restroom.

Once I finish, I look at myself in the mirror and gasp aloud at the realization that, in my hurried state, I forgot to tell Owen I wanted a vitamin boost in my drink. With a pouty bottom lip and a melodramatic sadness in my eyes, I exit the smoothie shop’s bathroom, and approach my boyfriend who’s sitting on a bar stool that’s facing outside the store window. I begin to whine because of my own slip up,

“I had to pee so bad I forgot to tell you I wanted the vitamin boost in my drink!” He chuckles as he pulls out the adjacent stool, patting it for me to sit on,

“Good thing I ordered it for you.”

“You did?!”

“Mhm.”

“Ah! What would I do without you?”

“Not have a vitamin boost probably.” The quip makes me laugh lightly and Owen smiles upon hearing my laugh. I open my mouth to ask him another question but my voice is caught in my throat when a tiny squeal interrupts the mechanical sounds of the smoothie shop.

Looking to the source of the noise, I spot a young girl who can’t be any older than pre-school age with her mouth open in a gaping-smile. Her tiny brown eyes glitter with pure shock upon seeing me look at her. I can’t help but smile at her excitement and look at Owen who is trying very hard to conceal a smile of his own.

“Princess Cassie! Mom, look! It’s Princess Cassie!” The girl tugs on her mothers hand to grab her attention before pointing in my direction and I grin at the mother to ease her previously startled demeanor. Her face morphs from confusion to a smile of disbelief.

“Oh my goodness, you’re real!” I laugh lightly at the woman’s joke before turning my attention back to the little girl who can hardly contain herself.

“Hi sweetheart. What’s your name?”

“Lucy.” I bend down to her level to both hear her and to let her know she has my attention.

“Lucy! What a pretty name. That sounds like a princess name, are you a princess, too?”

“Well, sometimes.”

“Sometimes? Me too. How old are you, Lucy?”

“Four- Also, I saw you in the mall yesterday,” responds, clearly not interested in talking about herself at the moment.

“You saw me in the mall?”

“The poster for Cassie and The Prince is in the window of the Disney store,” her mother clarifies, as the ramblings of four year olds can be incoherent at times.

“Ah, gotcha.”

“And, also, you were on the tv there, too, singing ‘Be Free’ with all the animals and Prince Oliver.”

“‘Be Free’ is a fun song. Is that your favorite song from the movie?”

“No. I like ‘Today Of All Days’ when you teach the prince how to talk to Bindi the Bunny,” Owen and I still haven’t gone public with our relationship, so I honored him in naming the Princess’s animal sidekick after his own real-life animal sidekick “What happened to your hair?”

“Oh, Lucy!” Her mother scolds the bluntness of her daughter’s question. My hair is up off my face today, and nowhere near the length of the extensions hair and makeup put me into, so the contrast is notably different.

“It’s okay. I had to cut some of it off because it was getting too heavy.”

“Order for Owen!” The one-man-cashier-barista calls from behind the counter, setting down the two smoothies Owen had ordered not just five minutes ago. The mother clocks Owen--the unfamiliar man I’d been talking to earlier--rising to grab the two drinks and leans down to speak to Lucy.

“Baby, we should let Princess Cassie go, I’m sure she has things to do today.”

“Can we take a picture?”

“You have to ask her for a picture, not me.”

“Can we take a picture with you?”

“Of course, honey.” I squat down to be closer in height with the small girl before beckoning her over. “Is it okay if I hug you for the picture?” I ask to which she nods yes and wraps me in a tight hug, pressing her tiny cheek against my face. Her mom snaps the picture on her white iPhone 12, using her index finger to do so. After, she motions for her daughter to come view the picture, and once Lucy’s attention is centered on the picture, she mouths a silent ‘thank you’ to me; I break character to wave off the complimentary closing and, miraculously, gracefully rise from the floor. When I’m back to full height, I take my smoothie from Owen’s extended hand, smiling at the fact that he took the liberty to unwrap ¾ of the straw like a restaurant would.

“Thank you, kind sir.” Owen steps in front of me to hold the door open, and with a wave, I give Lucy a final goodbye. As the two of us begin walking back to his car, I don’t miss the indiscernible smile he’s giving me. “What?” He shrugs nonchalantly,

“Nothing.”

“Whaaat?” He then shakes his head in partial amusement, partial disbelief.

“I can’t believe I’m dating an actual disney princess.”

“I’m just glad she didn’t ask me to sing.” Owen barks a laugh as he nearly chokes on a sip of his smoothie.

“Has that happened before?”

“Oh, baby,” I puff out of exasperation just thinking about it, “You would not believe.”

“Did you?”

“Yes! I’m not gonna crush a little girl’s dreams just because my voice is cold. Would you refuse to throw a drumstick to a kid in the crowd of a concert if your arm was sore?”

“This isn’t about me, Princess Cassie.” I roll my eyes as I slip into the passenger seat of Owen’s car. Once buckled, I pull the remaining straw paper off my straw and at the first taste of the fruit smoothie hitting my tongue, I let out a groan at the satisfaction of what had been a week-long craving in the making.

“God, if I’d known a smoothie was all it’d take to get that kind of reaction out of you, I would’ve brought you here ages ago,” Owen jeers from the driver’s side. I playfully shove his shoulder which doesn’t do much in the way of inconveniencing the tall drummer.

“That’s no way to talk to a princess!”

***

A/n: no this 1k word fic didn't take me like four hours how dare you accuse me of such. it’s 1 am. can you tell it’s 1 am?

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[jatphatones]

Here With You | Owen Joyner x Reader

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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