#owen power x reader

[uluvjay]

Post game celebrations- O. Power

Owen power x fem! Reader

In which you make sure Owen properly celebrates once he gets home

Warnings?; SMUT, p in v, unprotected sex(USE PROTECTION), oral(m receiving), cursing, kissing, dirty talk, porn with a small plot

“Baby?” Owen called as he stepped into your shared apartment.

“Living room!” You called out the the boy.

He walked in to find you seated on the couch, one of his shirts covering your frame.

“You did so good tonight” you smiled up at him, grabbing his hand to pull him down next to you on the couch.

You sadly hadn’t been able to attend the game due to work but had gotten home just in time to watch him score the game winning goal.

“Thank you” he blushed, leaning down to pull you into a kiss.

Owen had meant for it to be a sweet ‘I missed you today’ kiss but he could help the groan that escaped him when your hands pushed him back into the soft cushions and your thighs slotted over his.

“M’ so proud of you O” you whispered, lips beginning a trail down his throat.

However you were stopped by the collar of his dress shirt, “is it okay if I take this off?” You breathed into his ear.

“Mhm” he quickly nodded.

A smirk broke out on your face as your fingers began to work open the expensive shirt, fingers moving slowly taking your sweat time with each button.

“So pretty” you praised as your lips pressed against the now exposed skin, causing a sharp intake of breath from the man below you.

You continued your way down his body, lips pressing against the pale skin of his abdomen as you slowly sunk to the floor between his spread legs.

“Baby you don’t have to” he spoke

“I want to, you deserve it Owen” you replied to the boy before your hands made their way to his belt, fingers hastily working to get it undone.

“Shit” he breathed as you freed his aching cock from the confinement of his boxers.

A deep moan broke from Owen’s throat at the feeling of your cold hand wrapping around the base of his cock.

His back arched as your tongue finally made contact with his tip, slowly moving around the angry red skin in little kitten licks.

Slowly you moved your head down, slight gags escaping as you did your best to take him all the way down your throat.

Shivers ran through Owen’s body as you hallowed your cheeks, bobbing your head as your hands worked what you couldn’t fit.

“Baby-fuck” he cried, head thrown back onto the cushion behind him allowing you to see his pretty neck.

Pulling off from his cock with a loud pop Owen finally got a clear view of your entire face, tears streaming over your cheeks, lips swollen and covered in spit, cheeks flushed and hot.

“God you’re so pretty” he groaned, locking a hand into your hair and pulling you up to his lips.

“Owen, I wanted to take of you” your whimpered as he completely pulled your body back onto the couch.

“I know but I can’t take it anymore, need to fuck you” he was practically aching to get inside of you.

Completely stripped of his left over clothing the boy slotted himself between your thighs, pushing up his shirt that swallowed your body to reveal your little lacy underwear you’d put on just for him.

“All for me?” He smirked

“All for you O, always you”

Owen pulled your panties down your legs before lifting one over his shoulder, running his dripping head through your folds.

“Shit” you cried at the feeling of him pressing into you.

A shared moan filled the air as he bottomed out, he stayed unmoving for a moment, allowing you to get adjusted to his length.

“Fuck Owen, move please.” You begged, hands moving up to his bare back.

With a hand gripping the leg that rested over his shoulder and one placed next to your head Owen began moving in fast thrusts.

Sounds of slapping skin and pathetic whimpers filled the small living room, the springs of the couch squeaking from his movements.

“So tight” he groaned into your neck, his lips moving along your sticky skin.

He could feel your walls already beginning to clench around him, your breath picking up at every thrust his hips made.

“Oh-Owen! I’m getting close” you gasped, nails ranking down his back; no doubt leaving raw scratches at the skin.

“I know, c’mon baby. Come for me” he encouraged.

The moan that escaped your throat at the feeling of his thump coming in contact with your clit was downright pornographic, walls somehow tightening around him even more.

“I-shit. M’ Coming O” you cried as you felt the knot that had formed in your tummy breaking, sobs filling the room as your body shook under his large one.

“Such a good girl, I’m almost there baby” he growled, the feeling of your orgasm bringing him closer to his.

Owen’s thrusts became sloppy and desperate as he chased the high he so desperately needed, soft grunts and groans escaping him as he felt him self slipping.

“I’m coming” he cried as his large body stilled on top of yours, a shiver running down his spine as the euphoric feeling took over his body.

“Fuck” he groaned as he let himself rest against your body.

He nuzzled into your neck as your fingers began running through his dark locks.

“Good celebration?” You giggled.

“The best, thank you baby”

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[ilyasorokinn]

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

HOCKEY GIRL

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[mattatouilletkachuk]

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

Owen bby doesn’t get enough attention

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[hockeyandhrsepwr]

World Cup Bound

Two Canadian kids attend the University of Michigan for athletics. What happens next?

Owen Power x soccer player!reader

Face claim: Jayde Rivière (Canadian national team & Man United womens team player, graduated from Michigan)

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Ynkicksballs who wore it better? Excited to wear the leaf for the WWC and having a blast here in Aus!🇦🇺 #itsgotime #teamcanada #gdaymate 

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C_sinc12 you

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Ynkicksballs we’re missing you😢 get better soon 🫶

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CanadaSoccer you! You rock the red & white!

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Lhughes_06 you

Umichwsoccer you

Umichhockey sorry big dog but y/n

Brendanbrisson you

Nblanks you

Owenpower_ gee thanks guys

Owenpower_ also babe you cut off 90% of my jersey that don't seem fair

Kentjohnson13 Owen

Ynkicksballs coughs *liar* 

Kentjohnson13 😑

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Owenpower_ you may have won an Olympic Gold, but you said yes when I asked you out so I think I won the better prize. Happy birthday my love and good luck today! 

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Ynkicksballs Ow🥹 l love you so much

Owenpower_ I wish I was able to describe how much I love you ❤️ 

Ynkicksballs Next year you'll be adding a World Cup to that sentence

juliagrosso Thats right baby!!

Fan26 good luck today y/n!!

Jimmylambert Kick Americas ass!! 

Nolan_moyle that’s not nice?

Fan93 isn’t her birthday tomorrow?

Fan88 not in Australia 

Umichwsoccer go y/n go y/n!

Sabres we’re cheering you on from buffalo!!

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Ynkicksballs ‘date night’ he says. Let’s play basketball he says at over 6 feet when I’m 5’4. Oh look who’s at the door randomly he says

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Owenpower_ wasn’t it still a fun night thought?

Ynkicksballs would’ve preferred it without the third wheel but yes

Kentjohnson he invited me!

Ynkicksballs to pick something up! Not to stay

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Ynkicksballs me duh. I may be short but I’m still the superior athlete 

Owenpower_ you kept kicking me in the shins until I gave in

Ynkicksballs so?

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Ynkicksballs second day of sophomore year, some guy ran into me in the athletics building and needed help finding a room. We kept bumping into each other until he finally asked me out and 3 years later we're both living out our childhood dreams. Happy anniversary O, love you big (🐶)

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Owenpower_ I love doing life with you❤️

Ynkicksballs no one I’d rather do this shit with

Brendanbrisson he talked about nothing but you for weeks

Owenpower_ you were just jealous I’d met her before you (she wouldn’t go for you anyway)

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[bordysbae]

1. "you're my tutor? absolutely not." with OP please!!!

“it’s a date”

owen power x reader

🦋 BORDYSBAE’S 500 CELLY

— ୨୧ —

math. the subject that you hate, and apparently also hates you just as much. the C- that’s sitting in the grade book is haunting you. so, you do the best thing possible. and that’s ask your professor if he’s aware of any math tutors. he sends you the number of one of his students, but forgets to tell you just exactly who the person is.

as you walk into the library, that’s where you see the douchebag hockey player, owen power. you’ve spoken to him a few times, but never have they been very pleasant conversations. he stole your nice pen from you, he’s always begging you for a piece of paper, and he’s also almost always chuckling with his friend in class. owen and his friend sit a couple rows behind you, and they’re such a bother. sure, you can move seats easily, but you mentally claimed that one at the start of the semester. you also refuse to give him the pleasure of seeing you move seats.

“you’re my tutor? absolutely not,” you scoff and turn on your heel, but suddenly a large hand finds it’s way upon your shoulder. you turn around, and see owen towering over you. his brown eyes are looking down at you through the glass lenses resting upon his nasal bridge.

“woah, what was that all about?” owen chuckles slightly.

“no offense, owen, but you’re not really my favorite person. i don’t really want you to see how bad i am at math and laugh in my face with your idiot friends, so i’m just gonna find someone else to tutor me. thanks though,” you falsely smile. you turn around again, leaving owen utterly shocked.

“y/n hold on!” he shouts, immediately realizing he’s in the library after he does so. you turn around and look up at the boy once again.

“yes owen?” you groan.

“just give me a chance please? i hardly even know you, so let me prove to you i’m not this douchebag you think i am,” he smiles hopefully.

you realize what’s on the line here, and agree. you’re only doing this because your grade needs to rise, and definitely not because you have a soft spot for boys with glasses.

you sit across from him at the table, and tell him about the assignments you need help with. before you even realize it, an hour passes by, and owen’s actually a really good tutor. you’re actually starting to understand, so you both decide to take a break for a few minutes. you look up from your scratch paper, and that’s when you see owen already looking at you. “still think i’m such a douche?” he teasingly asks.

you roll your eyes, “no. but you better not go report back to your friends how dumb i am then go and hold it against me,” you say pointing a finger at him.

he lets out a laugh, “i won’t don’t worry. but you’re not even dumb, y/n. you’re learning so quickly i’m impressed. i don’t even think we need a second session, but i wouldn’t mind one,” he shyly says while fidgeting with his fingers.

your eyes widen, “w-what? did you just- ask me out?” you stutter, very taken back by his words.

“um yeah, is that okay? you can say no, it’s just that i’ve thought you were really cute for awhile now,” he nervously smiles.

“of course i’ll go out with you owen. and i’m sorry for assuming you were some asshole hockey player,” you chuckle.

“well how about on saturday i pick you up and we get coffee? maybe then i can return your pen that i stole, and prove i’m not the stereotypical hockey guy,” he cheesily grins.

you gasp at his words, “you still have that pen?! and you remembered?!”

“i was actually planning on giving it back to you the next time we had class, but i totally forgot. it’s been sitting on my desk ever since,” he says with a bashful blush on his cheeks.

“well then, i guess you’ll have to give me it on saturday. it’s a date.”

[powermakar]

You Don't Need Your Glasses for This -Owen Power

Author's note: Well I need to drown in holy water. Also I listed all of the songs I listened to while writing/proof reading so here they are in order:

So it Goes... -Taylor Swift

I'm Yours (sped up) -Isabel LaRosa

Sex Money Feelings Die (slowed version)- Lykke Li

Paris -Taylor Swift

Summary: Smut, lots of smut. Oh, and some after care.

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: Glasses kink, praise kink, daddy kink?, overstimulation, pictures during sex, cum play?, every other smut warning basically.

Keep Your Glasses On (part one)

 Owen did not have a hat trick or a multi-point game but there wasn’t any special occasion needed for this. You didn’t need a reason to have sex with your boyfriend after one of his home games. The same thing happens at least twice a week: Owen comes home to you in lingerie and his jersey, sprawled out on your bed and you two fuck for a little before you both fall asleep. But tonight that is all going to change. 

Before Owen gets home you find your vibrator and your favorite pair of panties. You lay on your bed, spreading your legs out, putting the vibrator against your clit, and begin to play with your hardening nipples. You hear the front door to the apartment open, but that only makes you turn up the speed of your vibrator and you cry out, “fuck Owen, fuck, that feels so good,”.  You know he walked into the bedroom because you can feel your skin heat up but you continue to ignore him. “Fuck I think I might squirt,” you moan.

“Ok, that’s enough from you, you little slut. So fucking needy for me that you can even keep your hands off yourself,” Owen says pulling the vibrator off of you. You just moan in protest and slip your hand down to play with your pussy. You make eye contact and bite your lip when you move your panties to the side and push two fingers into your cunt. “Y/n what did I say? Such a slut that you can’t stop fantasizing about me fucking you,” Owen exclaims roughly pulling your fingers out of your hole and licking them clean. 

“Owen,” you groan at the sight. 

“Yes, babe?” Owen asks, smirking. He puts one hand in your hair and pulls you close to a kiss. “I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight,” he says before latching on to one of your nipples. Owen toys with your left nipple while gently biting and squeezing your right tit. 

“Mmm Owen please,” you moan as you start to thrust your hips against his thigh. Owen just hums in response as he moves to your neck to leave a few hickeys, here and there. When he finally releases your neck you look down to look at the mess he made on you. You pull on your nipples a little more before it was your turn to make Owen speechless. “How about that picture now?” you smirk.

All Owen does is stare at you in shock. “Are you sure babe? I don’t want you to feel like you have to,” he says looking at you. 

“I’m sure Owen”. With that, he walks over to one of your dressers and pulls out your old Polaroid camera from high school. You just give him a questionable look. 

“I want to have an actual copy that I can look at when I’m on the road” 

“Owen just hurry up and take the pictures so you can fuck me,” you whine. 

He takes a few pictures before he says, “Play with that pretty pussy for me”. This time you slip three fingers into your hole while you use your thumb to rub your clit. You arch your back to

make your tit show a little more as well. As soon as you see the flash go off you quickly pull your fingers out and spread your wetness across your stomach. 

“Babe when I die, bury me with this picture. I almost came while taking this,” Owen whines, showing you the picture. And well, it is a sight to see. 

“Just fuck me already O, make me scream your name”

Owen slides your panties down your legs and dives into your cunt, with his glasses on may I add. He is sucking on your clit and fingering you with three of his large, calloused fingers. You intertwine your fingers in his hair and push on his head to get him closer to your pussy. You are basically screaming at this point and you pray that your neighbors won’t mind all this commotion. 

“Jeez y/n, are you trying to suffocate me with your pussy?” Owen laughs. You just moan in response when he curls his fingers up to touch your G-spot. You quickly pull Owen’s fingers out, and he looks at you in concern, but not after you yell out his name, squirting your sweet juices all over his fingers. “Holy hell y/n, I didn’t think you had it in you!” Owen exclaims. 

“Let me suck your dick,” you say, already unbuckling his belt. 

“Anything after that,” he moans. You go down to your knees and spit on his big cock, pumping it before you lick the tip of it. Owen guides you as you take more of his cock, and soon enough you are deepthroating the whole thing. 

“Yeah, you like that, y/n? My huge cock down your throat while you try not to cry from pleasure, huh? You're going to drink every last drop of my cum when I spill into the back of your throat?” Owen says running his thumb along your open mouth. You nod eagerly, and that's when you feel Owen’s cum hit the back of your throat. He pulls you up by your hair, into a kiss before he tells you to lay down on your bed. 

Owen spreads your legs out and slowly lines up his cock into your hole. He grabs onto your hips and plunges into you harshly. All you can do is moan loudly and run your nails down his back. Owen continues to fuck you this way until he reaches down to your clit to help chase your second orgasm. He flips you around so your back is against him, holding you close. 

Owen nips on your neck and whispers, “Such a good girl for me, taking daddy’s cock so well”. With that, you are sent over the edge to your third orgasm. He pounds into you, continuing to whisper sweet words of encouragement. All you can do to respond is whimper and moan. 

With his large 6’6” frame Owen is able to pin you to the wall while he continues you fuck you. “You are going to be a good girl and you are going to take all of Daddy’s cum in your sweet little pussy, ok?” Owen says against your lips. You just nod, as you are unable to form any coherent

words. Owen grabs you chin forcing you to face him and says, “You are going to look me in the fucking eyes and tell me that exactly”. 

Your leg buckles but Owen keeps you up straight. You manage to say, “I am going to be a good girl and I am going to take all of Daddy’s cum in my sweet little pussy”. It's funny how you thought your own words would never be able to push you over the edge, but here you are, orgasming for the fourth time. You also feel Owen’s warm cum fill your hole up. 

“Stay right here, I am going to take another picture,” Owen says. He gets up to get the camera and you hear a drop of his cum hit the floor and you shudder at the sound. He takes a picture of your pussy and the mess right underneath you. Owen throws the camera onto your bed and drops down to his knees. 

Before he can do anything you say, “Hold on, you don't need your glasses for this”. He smirks and throws his glasses somewhere and begins to eat you out. You orgasm instantly as you are so overstimulated. Tears prick your eyes from the pleasure and Owen notices immediately. 

“Fuck y/n, was that too much?” he asks, worried. 

“No, no, it was good, it's just that I think that I’m too overstimulated. I feel like if my thighs even touch together, I’ll cum again.” Owen just laughs at that. “Owen, why are you laughing right now! It’s too much,” you cry. 

Owen shows genuine concern when he looks at you again. “Ok, I’m sorry love, I’ll get everything cleaned up”. Owen comes back with a washcloth but he begins to clean the floor up. 

“What the hell is wrong with you Owen Power?” you say. 

“Calm down, I’m running a bath for you,” Owen responds. He picks you up bridal style and carries you into the bathroom. He gets dressed and kneels down, next to the tub. “I’m really sorry if that was too much for you y/n,” he says, washing you gently. 

“It was fun, but maybe we can turn it down a notch. Maybe next time I can be in control,” you giggle. 

“Maybe, but let’s get you to bed,” Owen says once he sees you yawn. 

“I really love you O” 

“I love you y/n” is the last thing you remember before you drift off to sleep in Owner's arms.

[jackhues]

for you - owen power (valentine's day special)

request: first off ur bio is so true but ! can i pls request  “you didn’t have to go to all this effort just for me.”₁ “that’s why i did it. for you.” with my beautiful large boy owen power pls <3 thank u so much !!!

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“ooh, what about this dress?” your friend held up a dress, placing it against her body.

you made a face, shaking your head. “the colour doesn’t suit you. ask if they have a darker colour.”

she groaned, but called an employee over to ask.

it was february fourteenth, valentine’s day. while most of your friends were going out with their boyfriends, you and one other friend were going to be alone. she was single, while your boyfriend, owen, was out of town for a road trip.

“okay, is this one nicer?” she asked, holding a burgundy dress against her body.

“oh, so much better,” you told her. “see, darker colours make you look sexy.”

“thanks babe,” she grinned, sending a kiss your way.

you laughed, sorting through the racks mindlessly.

since the two of you were the only ones free on valentine’s day, you’d decided to go on a little shopping spree. it was completely unplanned, but the two of you were having a great time.

“hey, what time is it?” your friend asked you.

“um… six thirty,” you told her, checking your phone.

“alright, we’d better get going in that case,” she led you out of the store as you guys finished paying.

“wait, where are we going now?” you asked.

“i’ve got a date later tonight,” she told you, getting the car started.

“wait, what?”

“yeah, it was totally last minute, and honestly unnecessary,” she continued. “but an opportunity presented itself, and i wasn’t gonna say no. i’m sorry for cutting girls’ day a little short, i promise i’ll make it up to you.”

“it’s fine,” you tried for a genuine smile. “you’ve got a date, and i’m so happy for you. tell me all about this guy.”

“well, he’s a friend of a friend,” she started. “he’s super cute, and-”

to be honest, most of her words flew over your head. you kept the smile on your face, nodding along and asking questions as needed.

you were definitely happy for your friend, but still a little upset that she’d gone on a date last minute, leaving you all alone. owen was supposed to come back tomorrow, but he would be too tired from the trip to do anything outrageous to celebrate. 

not that you minded. just spending time with him was enough.

“okay, i’ll call you tomorrow to let you know how it went,” she said as she pulled into your driveway.

“and i’ll be on standby in case he turns out to be a creep and you need me to rescue you,” you laughed. 

“we’ll see about that,” she smiled mischievously, waving goodbye as you left the car and entered your home.

you stretched out slightly, blinking twice at the sight in front of you. a carpet of rose petals lay on the floor, leading past the hallway and into your house. 

your heart began to beat faster and you felt your hopes get up. you immediately squashed them, not wanting to be proven wrong.

following the rose petals, you reached the balcony, where a single candle lit up a small table. soft music played from a speaker, the rose petals forming a heart in front of the table.

you looked around the balcony, not finding anyone else.

“whatcha looking for?” a voice asked.

you turned around, seeing owen standing at the balcony door with a wide grin on his face.

“hi,” he waved at you.

you ran over to him, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a hug. he responded in kind, sticking his face in the crook of your neck and holding you close.

“i missed you,” you whispered, pulling away and running your thumb against his cheek.

“i missed you too,” he laughed a little, pecking your nose.

“do i wanna know how you managed to pull this off?”

“well, i had some help from your friend,” he shrugged. “i promised her a date with rasmus, which worked out well since they both have the biggest crush on each other, if she managed to distract you while i did all of this.”

“turned my own friend against me,” you shook your head slightly. “i can’t believe you, power.”

“i wanted it to be perfect.”

you smiled, “you didn’t have to go through all this effort for me, you know?”

owen furrowed his brows, “that’s why i did it. for you.”

his words did something funny to your heart. with a small smile on your face, you pulled him close, letting him know how much you appreciated him with that kiss.

[rowdyhughesy]

Baking Shows - O.Power

“ And I’m kissing you, lying in my room. Holding you until you fall asleep. And it’s just as good as I knew it would be. Stay with me, I don’t want you to leave. “

- K, cigarettes after sex

There is a lot of things to love about your 6’6, gentle giant hockey player boyfriend.

He is lovable, kind, funny. The list goes on and on. Owen is your best friend. What you love the most out of it all is that he lets you choose what you watch on TV. He doesn’t fuzz over it, as long as you’re cuddled up to his side with your head on his chest or running your fingers through his hair he’s content.

Mindlessly drawing circles on the bare skin peeking out between your pant leg and socks, finger tips calloused from years of playing hockey and working out in gyms.

You take a peek at Owen from the corner of your eye, his attention solely on the competitive baking show you started earlier. It was a guilty pleasure of yours, you loved baking and do a lot of it whenever you’re stressed or sad about something. Something Owen actually complains about because his diet restricts him from eating anything of it so he feels like you’re tempting him on the daily with cookies, cakes and cupcakes lining the kitchen counters of your apartment in periods.

But he actually loves watching the reality shows with you. It’s an unspoken deal between the two of you, every free day Owen has from practice, games or other obligations like hanging out with your friends. You watch baking shows.

“Are you even watching the show or is my face funnier?” Blushing a deep shade of red you open and close your mouth like a fish. Trying to find a witty response at your boyfriend catching you staring shamelessly. A smirk tugs at the corner of your lips, and Owen gulps loudly at the mischievous glint in your eye. “Your face is kinda funny now that I think about it.” Owens eyes grow wide as he gaps at your answer.

“Take that back! You love my face.” Wrapping his arms around your upper body Owen tackles you down on the sofa. Giggles and your screeches at him that his large body if suffocating you echoes inside the room. The tv show only a buzz in the background at this point. Both of you to engrossed in each other and the wrestling match going on.

When you finally get out the words ‘I give up’ between giggles Owen sits up, a proud look on his features that he beat you. Even if it was an unfair match due to the noticeable size difference. He leans down, soft kisses pressed on your lips as he strokes stray hairs out of your forehead.

Locks of his brown hair tickles your cheek as it hangs like a curtain around you. Owens hazel eyes looking down at you with so much love you feel like your chest might burst. Three years together and he looks at you the same way he did when you first started dating and you think you hope he’ll always look at you in that way. Because you know you will forever love Owen Power and follow him wherever his career takes him.

“I love you so much squeeze.” Owen nuzzles his nose against yours and you smile. A smile full of love and happiness. “I love you too stink, but I love that you watch reality tv with me even more.”

[harlowhockeystick]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[darkeralmond]

Stay, Stay, Stay

Owen Power x Reader

song: stay stay stay - taylor swift

synopsis: after the sabres lose the game, owen is really upset and you two get in an argument. the next morning, you apologize to owen

warnings: angst, fluff, arguing

word count: 942

a/n: this is shorter than my usual ones, but i love red tv and i wanna start making more fics with taylor swift songs and more fics abt nhl players

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The Sabres lost the game due to an overtime shot. Your heart sank as you listened to the loud buzzer pierced through the intense air, knowing it was over. You watched as Owen got off the ice, throwing his stick in anger.

You left your seat and walked straight out of the arena. You waited a bit outside the locker room while staring at your nails. Finally, you heard the door fly open and saw an angry Owen with his duffel bag.

It was obvious to you that he had been crying over the loss. “Baby,” you frowned as you went up to him. Your hand moved on its own, cupping one side of his face, rubbing circles there.

He didn’t say anything when you touched his cheek, just looked away from you. “Hey… you played amazing.” It wasn’t often he would cry, but when he did, it shattered your heart.

He shook his head, pushing your hand away from him. “It’s whatever,” he huffed, walking away from you. It hurt so much to see him like this. He bottled up all his emotions to prove that he was tough, which meant he would break constantly.

You hurried after him, catching up to him before you could lose him again. “No, baby, it isn’t,” you argued, grabbing his arm lightly.

He froze immediately and turned around, eyes flashing in anger. “Leave me , Y/N. I don’t want to hear what you have to say right now, I’m pissed. The team was losing, that’s all. And the guys were being assholes.”

You lowered your eyebrows, your jaw slightly clenching. “I wasn’t the one who beat you, you don’t have to get angry with me.”

Owen frowned, realizing how this had been affecting you. “I’m sorry,” he apologized, but you weren’t done yet.

“You always act so distant every time you guys lose,” you argued. “It’s not my fault! I don’t know why you treat me like it was. How am I supposed to love someone who doesn't care about me?”

His hands curled into fists at his sides. “Y/N…you know that’s not true. I… I care about you. I love you,” he told you sincerely, putting his palm to your cheek. You pushed him away just like he had before. He sighed, “Let’s just go home and just… talk to me when you calm down.”

He unlocked his car and got in the driver’s seat. You watched as he did so, your demeanor shifting from angry to heartbroken seeing him like this. With trembling fingers you climbed into the passenger's seat next to him.

The argument continued through the night, causing you to lose sleep. It was now morning and you were laying in your bed, staring at the wall as you recapped what happened the night before. You and your boyfriend of 2 years almost broke up the previous night.

You had thrown your phone at him in a fit of rage and you even forced him to sleep on the couch. You felt tears prickle your eyes as the look on his face replayed in your head, the look of despondent on his face.

You knew what you needed to do, you needed to resolve the argument. You got out of bed and opened up the bedroom door, you saw him sitting on the couch with a blank expression on his face.

The bags under his eyes were heavy, proving that you weren’t the only one who lost sleep over the argument. He looked up at you, taking a deep breath in.

You knew what he was expecting. He was expecting you to break up with him. It broke your heart to see him like this. You sighed, “We should talk about it.”

He got up from the couch and went into his hockey duffel bag, pulling out his helmet and throwing it on his head. “Okay, let’s talk.”

A small smile slipped on your face as you approached him. You took the helmet off his head and sighed. “I want you to stay,” you confessed. His eyes became glossy as his eyebrows slightly raised. “I’ve been loving you for quite some time… and I know no one else is gonna love me when I’m mad.”

Tears escaped from the corner of your eyes as you pressed your lips together in a tight line. He placed his hands on the side of your arms, gently rubbing them. “I think that it’s best if we both stay,” you sobbed.

“Oh, honey.” He pulled you into a tight hug, your arms quickly wrapping around him as you sobbed into his chest. “Of course I’ll stay. I always will.” You looked up at him, a small smile forming on your face as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

You closed your eyes, feeling yourself being pulled in a sense of safety. His scent washed over you as you melted into his embrace.

You let go of him, wiping away some of your tears before letting out a giggle. He grabbed your hand and led you over to the couch. “I’m so used to dating douchebags who take all their problems out on me.” You sat down next to him, his arm snaking around you. “But you carry my groceries and now I’m always laughing,” you said. “That’s why I want you to stay.”

Owen glanced down at your lips again and sighed. “Y/N, I love you because you have given me no choice but to stay.”

Your cheeks turned a light pink as you buried your face in his shoulder. You held onto his shirt, not wanting to lose contact.

[fear-of-flyers]

everywhere, everything

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ryeriy]

tis the season

warnings: fluff

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a/n: I had a late start to my 31DOH but here is what was supposed to be October 1st

"God this is heavy!" I said while dragging the heavy toat across the floor labeled with the word Halloween on top of it. I had time to spare today since Buffalo has a pre-season game today at home. He'll be back in a few hours. Owen was playing in the game so I turned on the TV to watch while decorating. Tomorrow's October 1st so I decided to get the fall decorating done. Owen says I'm crazy for decorating this early but it's never too early. I have always had a passion for Halloween and fall. "Let's get this sorted out," I said while dragging the that into the living room. I lifted the lid off of the toat to see all the Halloween decorations I had collected over time.

I started taking out and going through the decorations I wanted and didn't want to put up around the house. I started setting up cute fake pumpkins on the coffee table, TV stand, and a few shelves. I found a few photo frames that were Halloween-themed. My hands reached up on the wall to grab the photos we had hanging on the wall. The pictures were of the two of us, us with our family, and or friends. I replaced the frames of the photos with the themed ones, putting the old ones back in the toat I had opened.

I took a break to watch the second period of the game. I didn't notice how fast twenty minutes went by until I stared at the TV watching hockey. Laughing to myself as I don't usually watch tons of TV. I saw Owen making some really good plays and I was happy to see that. I like watching him play it's not only entertaining it's fun. I feel so supportive even if he doesn't know I'm watching him sometimes. Intermission was over and the third period started and that's when I decided to start decorating again.

Dragging the toat into the kitchen. It wasn't that heavy anymore since I took out some stuff but still wasn't light. Searching through the toat I found fridge magnets. They must have been from a long time ago because I don't remember these at all. They were skeletons, bats, and jack-o-lanterns. Really cute magnets so I put those on the fridge. Our fridge has a ton of stuff on it so we could use those. After putting those up I searched for any other decorations I wanted to use. The last few things I decided to use were some candles, mugs, and cups. Those didn't take long to set up at all.

I gathered all the things I didn't use and put them back into the toat. Then I took the toat back into the basement where I got it from. The house looked so nice and festive now. When I came upstairs and into the living room, where I left my phone I saw the game had ended. I got a text notification on my from Owen.

hey, the game ended and I'll be home soon :)

sounds good :))

I replied to him. I was changing the channel trying to find something good to watch and eventually just put on reruns of Grey's Anatomy that was on. I wasn't paying attention as much to the TV as I was also on my phone. Scrolling through my Instagram feed when I heard the sound of keys unlocking the front door. I walked over to the front door to Greer Owen, knowing it was him. When the door opened I saw him standing with coffee from Tim Hortons. Both of our faces smiling when we saw each other. I opened the door for him and he walked in. "Wow, you already decorated for Halloween?" He said while putting the two coffees on the kitchen counter as he looked at the decorations. "You should know that I do my decorating early," I say while laughing.

"Well, I'm glad the house is decorated for a holiday that's in a month." He says while chuckling and I just smiled at him. "Oh stop," I say jokingly. "Okay fine then, I'll drink your coffee the-" I cut him off before he could finish what he was saying. "No!"

"I'm just messing with you." He says. "Here you go." He said while handing me my coffee. "You know me so well," I said while kissing him on the cheek. "Is that pumpkin I smell?" Owen questioned. "I told you I decorated," I said while laughing softly. "You should know it's pumpkin season," I said. "You're just so adorable." He says while kissing me on the head.

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Pairing: Owen Power x fem!reader

Summary: summer soft launch instagram post

Warnings: none

Notes: I am going to try this out and keep friends names consistent when they appear in edits/fics etc. Your three friends are named Mia Hastings, Jess Towpich, and Taryn King.

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yourusername summer lovin', had me a blast ☀️

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m_hastings LOOKING GOOD MAMACITA

yourusername never better than you

towpichjess we all look damn good

markestapa what about me???

_tarynking you too marky

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yourusername ... its chocolate, a marshmallow, and a cracker. its not hard.

brendanbrisson yeah Kent, jeez get with it

fan1 SOFT LAUNCH MUCH

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yourusername oh haha, real funny Truscott. Remind me who's the one who wiped out trying to wakeboard. AGAIN.

jacobtruscott that's a low blow y/n

owenpower I'm still the better surfer, sunshine

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markestapa oh thank god we have photo proof of Mackie's flip

mack.samo I told you guys that I could do it

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[snugglebug-92]

Owen Power x Blankenburg Reader

When Owen walked into the rink for the first time with Coach Pearson and his dad he didn’t know what to expect. The one thing he didn’t expect was to see a girl skating around doing what appeared to be a figure skating routine. The girl not realizing someone was watching her keeps going until she hears a door shut. As she stops skating she looks up to see who has entered. She knew there would be some tours for prospect players today but she didn’t expect the tours to start this early. She quickly grabs her sweater from the boards before skating to the door to leave the rink muttering a quick apology to the 3 men. As she leaves Owen can’t help but watch her. He’s captivated by her even though he will probably never see her again.

“Hey, who was that?” Owen asks the coach.

“That’s Y/n Blankenburg. She helps out with the team. Her brother Nick is on the team. You’ll meet him later.” Owen hears the coach's response but only half listens after he finds out she helps the team out. It was at that moment Owen decided that this was the college he was going to attend next year. Yeah, he had some other offers but this was already his top choice and now the deal was sealed in his opinion. He gets shown the rest of the facilities and goes to get lunch before meeting with a few of the players including Nick who ends up bringing his little sister. Owen’s dad talks with the coach and a few of the players leave Owen alone to stare at the girl. 

“She won’t bite,” Nick states, looking between his sister and the boy. Owen quickly breaks his gaze to look at Nick.

“What?” Owen asks clearly out of it.

“Go talk to her,” Nick states, pushing Owen towards his sister. As Owen makes his way toward her she looks up from her phone to look at the tall boy.

“Hi,” She smiles looking at the boy.

“Oh um hi,” he responds, looking down at the girl.

“I know you. You’re the guy from earlier,” she states referring to when she saw him at the rink.

“Yeah. Sorry ‘bout that,” he scratches the back of his neck nervously feeling bad for interrupting her.

“It’s no big deal. Nick told me before I left that there would be a few tours today. I just didn’t expect them so early.”

“Nick’s your brother-” Owen starts before he gets cut off by his dad, “sorry I have to go.”

“Bye Owen,” she smiles at the boy as he walks away. She turns to find her brother only to see him shaking his head at her.

“What did I do?” she questions.

“Nothing,” Nick just shakes his head at her, placing his arm over her shoulder as they walk to the cafeteria.

Soon the next hockey season is in full swing. As the boys skate off the ice Owen sees a face he’s thought about almost every day since he went on a tour 8 months ago. Owen is about 2 feet from skating into the boards before Kent skates in front of him to prevent him from hitting them.

“What’s got you so out of it?” Kent questions.

“Huh nothing,” Owen shakes his head at the boy continuing to skate off the ice not in the direction of the boards this time. Kent looks around before his eyes land on a girl in the stands. He stares at her rather confused before making his way off the ice.

Owen changes out of his gear and leaves as soon as the coach dismisses him. He makes his way to the stands only to find the girl gone. He thinks all hope is lost until he hears the sound of skates. He quickly climbs down the stairs to see the girl. He climbs down so he is on the bench as he watches her skate. All is good til he knocks her metal water bottle down the sound ringing in the empty rink. She looks up before skating over to the bench where the boy was.

“So you decided to come here huh,” She smiles at the brunette boy.

“Yeah I guess I did,” He smiles back at the girl.

“And you still watch me skate.”

“Yeah, I guess I do that too.”

“It’s okay. I watch you skate too.”

The two talk for a while until Owen gets pulled away from her but this time with her number. The two talk almost every day throughout the rest of the season. Once the season wraps up the boys have a small party with a few of the girlfriends the following Saturday. The Monday before Kent decides to text y/n knowing Owen would never. Kent as well as the rest of the boys quickly became friends with you after your brother introduced you to them all. Kent was tired of hearing his roommate talk about you. It wasn’t that Kent had a problem with you or anything like that. It was the fact that you had talked about Owen the same way Owen talked about you. Kent asked Owen if he was planning on bringing anyone. When he only received a shrug in response he decided to take matters into his own hands. He texted you the next day asking if you wanted to come to the party to which you responded yes a little bummed. You were hoping Owen would ask you since you had heard about the party from your brother a few days ago.

Saturday rolls around and you're getting ready for the party. You finish your make-up and sit on your bed until you hear a knock at your door. You open to see Kent waiting for you ready to go to the party. You give the boy a half smile while you shut the door behind you. The two of you start the walk to Kent's car in silence. The two of you are almost in his car before the silence is finally broken.

“Hey don’t be mad at me. It’s not my fault he didn’t ask you,” Kent remarked.

“I know. I was just hoping,” you sighed.

“Me too.” he sympathized.

“I just don’t get it Kent. He will text me all day. We will face time and we will skate after practice. We do all of this stuff just to two of us but the second it becomes something with the team or someone besides you he asks like we barely know each other. Is there something wrong with me?” you question as a tear slips down your cheek.

“Hey now don’t say that. There is nothing wrong with you,” he cups your face wiping the tears off your face. He tilts your face up so you aren’t looking at the ground anymore.

“Then why doesn’t he want to be seen with me?”

“I don’t know. I wish I could say I did. I really do.”

The two of you continue on and get in his car to drive to Nick’s house. Kent parks a little ways away since there were already a few cars. He wraps his arm around you as you walk to the entrance. You and Kent make your way and greet the boys before you go your separate ways.

“You and Kent huh? I guess that means we can’t get married to lower our tuition,” Steve laughs as he sits down next to you.

“I told you last year no. What makes you think it’s going to change this year?” you laugh as the boy next to you feigns a hurt look. The two of you continue to talk for a little bit until he gets called away to play beer pong. You sit on the couch staring off into space until you hear the door open and the boys begin to chirp someone. You turn your head to see what's causing the ruckus and boy do you wish you didn’t. You see Owen walk in with a beautiful brunette girl. You wouldn’t have thought much of it but as they walk past you to get inside you notice something. She’s wearing his sweatshirt. The only sweatshirt he never let you steal when you got cold. You just shrug your shoulders and bring your knees to your chest hoping to remain unnoticed. Your plan works until the girl Owen brought makes her way over to you.

“Hi. I’m Victoria, Owen’s girlfriend. What’s your name?” she smiles as she sits down beside you. Your eyes go wide at her statement but nothing prepares you for what you hear next.

“Oh hey y/n I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” Kent comes over and grabs your hand, “oh hi Victoria I hope you don’t mind if I steal my girlfriend.”

“Oh, I don’t mind at all. It was nice to meet you y/n,” Victoria waves at you as Kent pulls you away. You send her your best fake smile and a wave before turning your attention to Kent.

“What was that?” you look at the Canadian trying to read between the lines.

“Look, I had no idea they were together. I really didn’t. And sorry I just panicked. I saw you there with her and I had to save you.”

“Thank you.”

“Do you want to-” he quickly pulls you into him trying to prevent you from seeing what happens but he’s too late and you see everything. It’s hard not to stare as all of the boys are yelling and hyping Owen up as he kisses his girlfriend. That was the last straw for you. You grab Kent’s hand and pull him out the back door so no one will see the two of you. You pull him to his car and then let go of his hand before you start running. And you run and run until the tears start coming. You run while the tears come and you don’t stop running until you trip and fall backward. You sit on the ground and wrap your arms around your knees and keep crying. You don’t know how long you stay like that before you feel a pair of arms wrap around you. You cry into the person not caring who it is just needing to be held. Once you calm down you look up scared to see who found you. You look up and see Kent but you also know that you ran almost 3 miles back to your dorm. You also notice Kent doesn’t have his car which means he also ran almost 3 miles back to your dorm to follow you.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers.

“No. I’m sorry. I just took off like that and I didn’t say anything and-”

“It’s okay. Let’s just go inside,” he cuts you off. He stands up and offers you his hand. You grab his hand and let him pull you up and lead you to your dorm. The two of you sat on your bed and just talked. You spilled everything you felt about Owen and how the two of you met on his tour. You talked about all of the times you skated after practice and how you would get cold which meant he would give you his sweatshirts. How he would call you after every game you couldn’t attend no matter what the time. After you finally let everything out you said one thing.

“I love him. Even though he doesn’t love me I still love him and it hurts.”

“I know y/nn. I know,” he wraps his arms around you. Kent ends up staying the night. The two of you end up getting breakfast the next morning. You say goodbye to each other and go your separate ways.

On his walk back to his car he can’t help but wonder ‘what did I miss’. He spent hours listening to Owen talk about you and how he felt about you. He listened to Owen talk about you after every away game or every game you weren’t there and how he missed you. He gets into his car and goes back to his room with Owen. As he opens the door he’s greeted with a sight that leaves a sour taste in his mouth. He sees Victoria in Owens's shirt. There are clothes everywhere and a sheet covers Owen just enough that he isn’t completely exposed. Kent just shakes his head at the two before pushing past Victoria to get to his part of the room. He grabs his pass to get into the ice arena before leaving the room leaving both Owen and Victoria very confused at the boy's behavior.

Ever since the night after the party, Owen notices that you barely respond to his texts. He also noticed that whenever he brings Victoria over Kent leaves. This continues until the last day before he leaves to go home. He does 3 things he should have done a long time ago.

He breaks up with Victoria. He only dated her to get over you and it didn’t work. She handed him the sweatshirt and didn’t even bat an eyelash when he told her things over.

He fixed things with Kent. The two of them talked and they got the relationship they had at the beginning of the year back. He found out that Kent and y/n never dated and he just said that to try and save her.

Lastly, he did the thing he should have done the morning after the party. He went to see you. He doubted you would answer the door but he could at least try. He knocked on the door only for Nick to answer. He let Owen inside with a glare that would have had Owen 6 feet under if looks could kill.

“Hey, Nick where did you put my- oh you aren’t Nick,” you state looking at the boy in front of you.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner.”

“You shouldn’t have come at all. But it makes it easier to give these back to you,” you hand him all of the sweatshirts and beanies he gave you throughout the months.

“I don’t want them back. I want you to still have them.”

“No Owen I shouldn’t have these. Your girlfriend should.”

“We broke up.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“I broke up with her. I never liked her like that.”

“Then why did you date her in the first place? That's a bit of a dick move O.”

“I thought it would help me get over you. I didn’t think you liked me like that.”

“Owen-”

“I know it was dumb. I should have listened to Kent in the first place. But I’m here now and I’m asking you to give me a chance. Please.” Owen begged.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay. I’ll give this a chance.”

“Wait really?”

“Yes really. I’ll be your girlfriend.”

“Thank you,” Owen wraps his arm around your body lifting you up off the ground. You wrap your arms around his neck as he places you back on the ground.

“This is bad timing though O. We are both leaving for the summer.���

“You can come visit me. Okay?”

“Okay, I’ll come visit you.” When Nick opens the door back up to your room he doesn’t know what to expect but he sure doesn’t expect to see a still-intact Owen helping you pack up your dorm.

When the draft rolls around you are the first person Owen calls. Little does he know you coordinated it with his mom and sister and you were there the whole time.

“Hi baby,” he gushed as you picked up the call.

“I knew you could do it, baby. And first overall. I’m so proud of you.”

“I wish you were here with me right now.”

“And why is that pretty boy?”

“I really want to kiss you right now.”

“Turn around and do it.” Owen doesn’t understand but nevertheless, he turns around. When his eyes lock with yours he quickly hangs up before running over to you. He picks you up and spins you around before placing you back on the ground and planting his lips on yours. He starts to pull away only to have you pull him back in and kiss him even harder. When you finally pull away you can’t help but smile at the boy.

“I love you O.”

“I love you.”

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i ❤️ Owen powers