Traditions - Charlie Gillespie & Owen Joyner x Reader
Request: none, just my submission for @cherrymaybank’s valentine’s day fic party :)
Word Count: 1054 words
Summary: your valentines day traditions get invaded by your two best friends but you’re not gonna complain about it
Warnings: underage drinking?
A/N: so this is my submission for the valentines day fic party, hopefully you guys like it, its just a little something i wrote last night while listening to today was a fairytale on repeat
the relationship in this is technically platonic but can 100% be seen as more if you want it to be (and its implied that it is hehe ) ;)
but yeah figured i’d just post this before i reread it too many times and decided i hate it
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“Do you have plans tonight?” Charlie’s voice came from behind you, causing you to jump.
You spun around to find him and Owen, staring at you expectantly.
“No, why?” You questioned.
“It’s Valentine’s Day.” Owen said, giving you a look like it was obvious as to why they were asking.
“And?” You had never really been one to care for Valentine’s Day, hating the commercialism and how expensive candy got around that date.
“And we were wondering if you had plans. You know, some handsome mystery man to take you to dinner and buy you roses and kiss you when he drops you home.” Charlie pretended to swoon and Owen smacked him.
“Dude.” Owen groaned. You smiled slightly.
“Yeah, no. No handsome mystery man, no roses and definitely no kisses. Just me, a bottle of red wine and the movie Valentine’s Day.” You said. As much as you hated the day, you had a tradition to uphold.
Every year since it had been released you had watched Valentine’s Day, a tradition fueled purely by your love for Taylor Swift and your celebrity crush on Taylor Lautner. You knew the movie was cheesy but you couldn’t help but watch it every year. It was a tradition after all.
“Want company?” Owen asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.
“What, you two don’t have hot dates with pretty girls?” You teased.
“That depends, are you gonna say yes to letting us join you?” Charlie flirted. You smacked his arm lightly and he grinned cheekily at you.
“Fine. But one of you is ordering me takeout. And bring more wine, I don’t want to share mine. Be there at 7.”
And with that you spun around and walked away, leaving the two boys to high five behind you.
Exactly 7pm on the dot there was a knock on the door of your apartment.
You opened the door to find Owen and Charlie, flowers and wine in their hands and large grins on their faces.
“Wow, did hell freeze over? You two are actually on time.” You teased.
“Couldn’t keep our date waiting.” Owen grinned, handing you the bouquet of roses in his hands and you smiled softly at the sweet gesture, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.
“Thank you.” You said. Owen blushed slightly, stepping past you so that you could greet Charlie, who was waiting, two bottles of red wine in his hands. When you looked at him he lifted the bottles.
“I brought alcohol.” Charlie grinned. You laughed.
“Perfect way to my heart.” You joked, placing a kiss on his cheek too.
“Come on, let’s get settled and order some food, I’m starving.”
You lead them into your living room, the movie already loaded up on the TV, three wine glasses waiting on the coffee table.
“Figure out what we’re having for dinner, I’m gonna put these in a vase.” You told them, taking one of the wine bottles from Charlie to place in the fridge. They nodded, settling down on either end of your small couch.
You left them to discuss, entering your kitchen and finding a vase, filling it with water for the roses.
“Y/N, do you eat Chinese food?” Owen called. You nodded, before realising they couldn’t see you.
“Yeah.” You replied.
“Great, what do you want?” Owen’s voice came again.
“Sweet and Sour Chicken, and Fried Rice.” You said, re-entering the room. Owen nodded, pressing a few things on his phone.
“Okay it’s ordered. 25 minutes it says.” He informed you.
“Awesome, should we start the movie?” You suggested. The boys nodded. You sat down between them, on the edge of the couch to pour the three glasses of wine, offering one to each of them.
Once you all had a glass of wine you pressed play on the movie, before settling back into the couch, smiling to yourself when both boys leaned into you. You loved how affectionate the boys were, and you just knew this was going to be a great night.
Twenty five minutes later there was a knock at your door. You paused the movie, Charlie going to pay for and collect the food while you grabbed some paper plates from the kitchen to save washing up later on.
“Fancy.” Owen laughed when you brought the plates back into the room. You grinned.
“Only the best for our fancy date.” You teased. Charlie re-entered the room, your food in hand, and in no time at all you were all tucking into the food, the movie continuing to play as you ate.
“We should probably go, we have to be on set early tomorrow.” Owen said as the credits played, Today Was A Fairytale filling the room. You nodded, understanding.
The three of you stood up and you walked them to the door, waiting as they pulled their shoes back on.
“Thank you for this.” You spoke. “This was way better than watching it alone.”
“And way less pathetic.” Charlie joked.
“True.” You agreed. Charlie leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before pulling away.
“Um, pretty sure that wasn’t in your plan.” You said. Charlie frowned.
“Remember earlier? A handsome mystery man taking me to dinner and buying me roses and kissing me when he drops me home?” You reminded him. “Owen brought me flowers, and you brought me dinner, so where’s my kiss?”
Both boys hesitated, not quite knowing what you expected from them. You rolled your eyes playfully.
“I’ll do it myself then.” You said, stepping towards Charlie and placing a quick kiss on his lips, before repeating your actions with Owen, blaming the wine in your system for your boldness.
“Doesn’t count, the handsome mystery man was supposed to kiss you.” Charlie spoke up after a moment, clearly regaining his confidence. Owen was still staring at you, wide eyed. Charlie took a step closer, leaning in to kiss you again but you pushed him away with a laugh.
“Nice try Gillespie.” You said and he grinned.
“Was worth a shot. Come on Owen.” He grabbed onto the blond boy’s shoulder, Owen startling slightly at the contact. You giggled slightly, watching as Charlie dragged Owen down the hallway.
And as they rounded the corner you shut the door with a grin.
Maybe Valentine’s Day wasn’t so bad after all.
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