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adorethedistance · 1 year

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Julie and The Phantoms Cast Masterlist

Julie and The Phantoms Characters Masterlist

New masterlist to split up the cast versus character fics that I’ve written because there’s so many oh my gosh.

✮ - personal fave

Charlie Gillespie - sfw

Rose Garden ✧ Charlie is your suitor, and if he gets his way, soon to be your betrothed. However, he won’t be if you have any say in the matter.

Down For the Count ✧ After a hard fall resulting in a bad injury, your boyfriend Charlie comes to the rescue to be your care taker at the same time as he has a Live with Owen.

Lucky Charm ✧ Meeting Charlie at the rink after hockey practice for date night leads him to take you to his favorite pizza spot, and gifts you an honor you can’t refuse.

Costume Department ✧ Your aunt is the JATP costume designer and one day whilst working on set, your talking with the girls of the cast makes you realize just how strong your feelings for Charlie are.

Tough Competition ✧ Savannah simulates a dance competition for you after learning you’ve never been in one, and your secret relationship with Charlie slowly surfaces to your cast mates.

Betrothed ✧ Evading love for so long has its consequences, but the resistance just might have paid off when you meet a certain prince who’s searching for his princess.

✮ Winners and Losers ✧ Charlie’s day off consists of spending time with his favorite girl, and making bets that he’s seemingly destined to lose.

Charlie Gillespie - nsfw

A Helping Hand ✧ Your best friend Charlie is shocked to hear you’ve been deprived of a certain sexual experience, and is more than willing to help fix that. (18+)

All Day Affair ✧ A rough night before leads to a slow morning after, causing you and Charlie to be late to Valentine’s brunch plans. All is forgiven and all is forgotten when he makes it up to you in the best way he can. (18+)

Everlasting Crushes ✧ Charlie has been your best friend since high school, and secret crush for just as long. When a drunken night in the club results in you getting friendly with strangers, Charlie steps in to claim his girl. (18+)

✮ Impressive ✧ Renowned hockey all-star Charlie Gillespie is a pleasant disaster on his own, but once he asks you to tutor him, you learn he might not be so bad after all. (18+)

Tempting ✧ Coming to an agreement on how your friends with benefits arrangement will work, Charlie invites you over for another study session that doesn’t isn’t very productive. (18+ sequel to Impressive.)

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Owen Patrick Joyner - sfw

Dating Owen Joyner Would Include… ✧ Bullet points of boyfriend!Owen headcanons.

✮ Hey Princess ✧ 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.

Party Hard ✧ Going from tipsy to full on drunk is a terrible idea, but especially when you’ve got a secret to hide that could mean the difference between preserving and ruining your relationship with your best friend.

Reading My Boyfriend’s Fanfiction?? ✧ Being an influencer meant this day was a long time coming: it was time to put Owen on your channel.

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

They’re Not You ✧ You’ve been successful in avoiding and ignoring your romantic feelings for your best friend… so far.

Doomsayers ✧ Owen had to practically harass you to get you to relax on your mutual day off, but the quality time together takes an unexpected turn when you exhibit a small sense of self-doubt.

New Neighbors ✧ Whilst your two best friends are helping you move into your new place, you find out that your next door neighbor is a major cutie who is totally into you, too.

✮ Baby Fever ✧ You and Owen spend a day at the zoo babysitting Baby Shada, and her presence sparks conversation about adding a new presence of your very own.

✮ City Slicker, Cowboyfriend ✧ You’re starting to have doubts about moving all the way to Norman until a shopping trip to Ikea turns into the meet-cute you’ve been waiting for.

Mesmerizing ✧ Crashing at your best friend’s place after a shitty date for the third time causes some sexual tension to bubble to the surface.

Chocolate Cake ✧ Owen’s new place is finally mold free, and he’s invited you over to stay the night. Being petite has more disadvantages than advantages, two of which are a teasing boyfriend and large dog breeds.

Only Need Five ✧ Breaking up with your boyfriend proves difficult when he follows you to your after-breakup plans. Owen puts you at ease and performs a less than innocent song he wrote about your chemistry together. (Indirect sequel to Tell Me Your Favorite Song.)

Wrap Party ✧ Unconvinced Owen is crushing on you, you show up to the cast party ready to let loose with the girls. The night takes an unexpected turn the Owen claims to be the expert on date-nights.

✮ Lazy Day, Stupid Question ✧ You and Owen take a well-deserved lazy day nap together, before movie night in the Joyner-Gillespie household. After recalling a certain reddit post, you make a discovery about the ways of men.

Owen Patrick Joyner - nsfw

Pity Prom? ✧ After learning you’ve never attended a prom, Owen takes it upon himself to recreate the most magical dance you’ve ever had. (18+)

Tell Me Your Favorite Song ✧ Your inattentive boyfriend is falling inferior to a certain drummer from your AP Lit class, who gets to know you better inside and out. (18+)

Say No to This + Unbiased Source ✧ Being cast as Mariah Reynolds means you’ve got your work cut out for you, and to add to the pressure, Owen, your Alexander is exuding a sexual tension you’ve never seen before. Hopefully, no one notices.

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Platonic!Cast

✮ Sculpin and White Claws ✧ Your ‘not-quite girlfriend’ has come over to yours, Charlie’s, and Owen’s shared apartment; your evening is disrupted by the energetic antics of two idiot boys in the other room.

The Best-Worst Day ✧ Bad days are manageable when Charlie and Owen are the best roommates a girl could ask for.

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luvingluuuke · 1 year

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Hello beautiful friends! I have officially uploaded a new chapter to my Wattpad fanfic “Now or Never”! Please feel free to check it out<3

https://www.wattpad.com/971532918-now-or-never-never-have-i-ever

#luke hemmings #imagines #5sos #5 seconds of summer #michael clifford #ashton irwin #calum hood #one direction #julie and the phantoms #charlie gillespie #owen patrick joyner #wattpad #fanfic #fanfiction

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jovenshires · 3 months

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requested ONLY by @agnewbones, here is the full iwks cast as imagined by me <3 ill put all the ones i already talked ab up top and all the new ones under the cut just so they're all in one place !!

spencer: ethan cutkosky

tommy: dale whibley

shayne: owen joyner

damien: leo howard

alex: naleye junior dolmans

keith: aubrey joseph

chanse: jay lycurgou

jeremy: lucas hedges

patrick: owen teague

ify: khalid

brennan: ryan potter

tim: ty simpkins

amanda: for this current age and era of amanda (prequel notwithstanding - mayhaps ill do a different casting of that later on whos to say), i'll say bianca comparato. i'd believe she was a tired soccer coach mother of eleven who's gay for her opposing coach.

angela: not that she's had a big part in the fic (YET.......) but im gonna say gia mantegna. another actress who needs a comeback!! yes i watched unaccompanied minors. anyway she has those angela eyes.

rock: this was a close second for ify, but i just think he has a more youthful fun energy that's much closer to rock's specific vibe than ify's. he also gives the 'keeping ify in line' energy that rock most certainly needs. anyway rj cyler!!

marcus: xolo maridueña has been popping off recently and rightfully so. marcus is only a bit part but i think he can be everybody's baby the way god intended. he doesn't have The Eyebrows but we can get them there i know it

ian: this one is more about vibes than look and also it made me laugh. because who gives that sad, washed-up older brother vibe QUITE LIKE skyler gisondo. this casting is everything to me i think it's so funny.

aguilar: do you think we can get away with rico rodriguez in a serious-ish role. i mean it's a comedy role in a serious-ish show. i just think he has the range.

luke: as a fun little nod to the series that was the partial inspiration for iwks, a little bit part for mister kit connor.

peter: wyatt oleff has that swagless mess energy about him

duran: im gonna go diego josef who is also from 'somewhere inside your house'. literally cried over his character watching this terrible movie bc his acting was incredible. (he was also just the best character imo.) i also cry over duran regularly so this all makes sense to me !

josh: this one's so tough but i think im going one of my other spencer options which was griffin gluck. he just has that :) face josh has

andre: how long has it been since YOU'VE seen mighty med. devon leos. we're giving people comebacks bestie

greg: jack mulhern my beloved. now its just katies dream actors coming to hang out man

garrett: whos getting the honor.... THE PRESTIGE. wouldn't it be fucking funny if i said like jacob elordi or something. anyway cameron gellman looks appropriately sad

josh (mythical): HMMMM.... there's so many people who i think look like him but are JUST too old for this. i almost used him a couple different times in the original cast but im gonna go with rudy pankow. he's josh-shaped !

trevor: it's giving austin abrams. he just has that trevor silly lil guy vibe. it's just a bit part (for now :)) BUT i think he'd eat

zach: adrian greensmith is THE perfect vibe and you cannot change my mind

#iwks #fic #personal #once again. SO much fun thank you for asking <3333

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arickaandherfictionalothers · 7 days

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Electric hammer to the heart

(Sunset Curve 2.0-> Alex Mercer, Aricka Mercer, Aricka Shaw, Bobby Shaw, Luke Patterson, Reggie Peters)

(CW: mentions of how the band dies: death by food poisoning. Implied that Luke vomited blood from the tainted hotdogs. Heavy mentions of death/dying.)

*Aricka Mercer*

It was electric. 18 year old Aricka Mercer felt the music thrumming in her veins as she poured everything she had into the song, letting the sound wash over her and envelope her in a loud but powerful embrace, and suddenly it was her solo; and she belted out,

“Hear the noise

In my head

It's calling out like a voice I can't forget-!”

Bobby and Luke continued singing after her; so she put all her focus into her guitar- a purple Ibanez AEG70 electric-acoustic guitar; with her initials on the guitar strap. She’d saved up for months to be able to buy it; and it was her baby, her pride and joy. Soon it was time for the chorus; and herself and the other girl in the band- Bobby Shaw’s twin sister, also named Aricka- took over once more,

“Don't look down

'Cause we're still rising

Up right now

And even if we

Hit the ground

We'll still fly

Keep dreaming like we'll live forever

But live it like it's now or never-!” And then she got to step back and listen to her brother and boyfriend take over for their solos; her favorite part of the song:

“We ain't searching for tomorrow-!” Alex lit up every time he was behind the drum kit; his blue eyes shining brighter than any other point of day, and he exuded an effortless sort of confidence. Aricka loved to see her twin so comfortable and in his element.

“Tomorrow-!” Reggie, her boyfriend of two years, echoed her brother, looking over and winking at her, automatically resulting in her blushing as red as Aricka Shaw’s jacket.

“'Cause we got all we need today - !” Alex held and sustained the last note, one he’d been worried about all week. Aricka pumped her fist in excitement, and then Reggie finished his solo,

“Today-!” Luke and his girlfriend- Aricka Shaw, took over, Aricka S effortlessly harmonizing with her boy, both grinning and near breathless; but still managing to blow everyone away with the power of their chemistry,

“Living on a feeling that's been running through our veins…”

Reggie beckoned to Aricka and she slid across the stage just in time for their solo,

“We're the revolution that's been singing in the rain-!” Reggie flicked his hair, running his hand through it, and Aricka copied him, before kissing his cheek and dancing off, singing the chorus with her family- her chosen family, the ones she couldn’t ever imagine life without,

“Don't look down

'Cause we're still rising

Up right now

And even if we

Hit the ground

We'll still fly

Keep dreaming like we'll live forever

But live it like it's now or never

It's now or never -!” Aricka jumped up onto her brother’s stand just in time for their final solo, the twins grinning at each other as he took off into an improvised drum solo,

“Now or never-!”

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*Aricka Shaw*

She took a breath; letting the post-rehearsal adrenaline fade; and grinned at the smattering of applause from the crew prepping the Orpheum for the show that night. Her twin slung an arm around her shoulder and squeezed; Luke gripping her hand at the same time.

“Thanks, we’re Sunset Curve-,” Reggie started.

“Tell your friends-!” Aricka Mercer finishes. The pair had always had a knack for finishing each other’s sentences; it was sickeningly adorable.

“Too bad we wasted the tightest we've played on a sound check!” Bobby jokes. Luke- ever the casual touchy-feely boy; squeezes Bobby’s shoulders and counters,

“Wait until tonight, man, when this place gets packed with record execs-!” Aricka M did a little dance in place: hopping from one foot to the other; flapping her hands happily. The movement was endearing to the few onstage who knew she only got like that when extremely positive emotions filled her.

“Alex, you were SMOKING-!” Reggie says, and the drummer boy blushes, twisting his sticks and glancing at his sister for assurance,

“Oh no. I was just warming up. You guys were the ones on fire.” Aricka M laughs and wraps both her arms around him, as Reggie protests,

“Could you just own your awesomeness for once?”

Alex rolls his lips inward, twisting side to side before finally admitting, “Alright, I was killing it-!”

Aricka M beams as she kisses Alex’s cheek; and he playfully shoved her away and pretends to wipe the kiss off. This only made her protest; and she proceeded to jump on his back and kiss his cheek repeatedly until he finally jabbed his fingers into her sides and tickled her.

“Alright: well I was thinking we fuel up before the show. I’m thinking street dogs-?” Luke suggests.

Aricka M, Aricka S, Alex and Reggie all agreed with Luke. Bobby declined; and stayed behind to flirt with one of the girls helping set up. Aricka S hugged Bobby quickly before promising to return as soon as she finished her hotdog.

Little did she know; she’d never perform with her twin again. Nor would she perform at the Orpheum that night.

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BREAKING:

Up and coming rock band Sunset Curve strikes tragedy-!

At 9:00, just an hour before they were to headline the Orpheum, 5/6th of the band Sunset Curve died due to food poisoning by tainted hotdogs. The deceased were:

Lead singer and guitarist Luke Patterson.

Lead singer and guitarist Aricka Mercer.

Bassist and backup singer Aricka Shaw.

Bassist and backup singer Reginald “Reggie” Peters.

Drummer and backup singer Alexander “Alex” Mercer.

Mercer and Peters were reportedly “DOA holding hands,” according to eyewitness testimony. Patterson was dead, clutching his stomach with dried blood around his mouth. Shaw was revived, but died after being transported to the ambulance. Alexander was still alive when taken to the hospital; however his condition was critical. Later we learned that just as band member Robert “Bobby” Shaw arrived at the hospital; Alexander Mercer was declared dead, the time being 11:15 PM.

Funerals and other information about the victims of this tragic loss will be disclosed as we find out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@astralshipper @rosieshipper @hyperionshipping @yeehawselfshipping @letsgofoletsgo @tsundere-selfship @callsign-revenge

#Spotify #aricka and alex #we’re standing on the edge of great 🎸#Aricka x Reggie #Aricka x Luke #you are my brightest burning star 🎵#the mercer twins #live like it’s now or never 🥁#lost my way til I found you again #the Wilson twins

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paigebstorey · 5 months

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Day 10 Prompt: Opportunity

It’s now or never

May not get another chance

Got to risk it all

Once in a lifetime

Do not wait for permission

It is your turn now!

#haiku #old project #poemvember #poemvember2020 #poetry #opportunity #motivation #playlist #Spotify

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charlies-gillespie · 3 years

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or what | owen joyner

paring: fem!reader x owen joyner

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

requested: yes

length: on the long side of medium

rating: R

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

!! NOT MY GIF !!

MASTERLIST || PROMPTS LIST

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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jatphatones · 3 years

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Behind the Love | Owen Joyner x Reader

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

Word count: 2k

Warnings: swearing, typos

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

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

“And why are you pouting?”

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

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

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

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

“Okay? And?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s amazing.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please stop Y/N.”

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

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

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

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

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

“And what do we have here?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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creativeashproductions · 3 years

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Broken Sticks & Muffins Mix // Owen Joyner

IN WHICH: Owen finally meets his next-door neighbour in his new apartment complex after hearing her frustrated yell. A pair of his drumsticks in hand and a basket of muffins from the reader blossoms into a friendship that just might turn into a romance.

Warnings: Swearing, insecurity, feuding neighbours (not with Owen) and fluff

Words: 2.9k

A/N: This is inspired by Cassidy Mackenzie’s TikTok cover of the animated What’s New, Scooby-Doo series. The gif has absolutely nothing to do with the fic, but there’s not a single one that fit the fic...soo.

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Your e/c eyes scanned the analogue clock on the wall above the admittedly little-used television in the living room. It was an old clock with some Disney villains in the design going back to your childhood. Your left arm reached out into a euphoric stretch you felt in your entire torso while your hand-rubbed your eyes. You'd love a nap, but you had a deal with your neighbour Lance. A mutual set time when you could work on videos.

Lance had been the neighbour from hell to live next to you, and for three months, it had been an all-out war. Then Lance had called the building manager with a noise complaint that ended with both him and you being scolded as if you were in the principal's office in middle school. The result was rules Lane and you made in order to coexist in peace, but you were not friends.

Well, you weren't until he stormed into your apartment with a scowl that competed with the one he had for you.

"Whoa! Ever heard of knocking?" You questioned the pacing man. He barely shot you a glare before he exploded.

"I have another teen neighbour-"

"-I'm twenty-two-"

"Who also enjoys banging his goddamn drums into the middle of the damn night! At you play decent fucking music. His bullshit is like a toddler panging on his mom's pots and pans." Lance spat with his hands deep in his thick curly hair. His molten chocolate eyes scanned everywhere in the apartment.

You watched as he paced back and forth with the frown lines prominent between his eyebrows. His mind racing 100 miles per second with odd little expressions he made.

"What's worse? He has friends over. They hauled in guitars and I-"

Lance stormed out of your apartment as sudden as he had stormed into, 'UGH!"

You winced as Lance slammed his apartment door closed strong enough to shake your picture frames on the wall. You halted your movements to process that entire interaction with the neighbour from hell.

Declaring it safe, your feet pushed you to the collection of guitars in your music corner with your favourite rhythm, bass and electric in front. Your fingers caressed the pristine white electric you considered your baby. You didn't grab it; however, instead, you went straight to the drumkit you'd moved into a different location.

The stool swivelled as you sat down in front of the light metallic baby blue drums. Your headphones tugged over your hair before you picked up the drumsticks.

The song recommendation on TikTok you'd handpicked was the theme song from the early 2000s What's New, Scooby-Doo? Performed by Simple Plan. Despite watching the animated series's reruns, you still went over the drum tab for the song countless times.

"Sorry, Lance." You mumbled before got situated with the camera rolling. Like most of your video recordings, you didn't smile. You focused solely on getting the timing correct.

A smile tweaked when you got through to the end of the third recording perfectly. Well, almost until the drumstick in your left hand snapped. A searing pain coursed over your palm with a hiss from your lips.

"FUCK!" You screamed, tossing the remaining stick at the floor, you may be angry, but you won't jeopardize your walls.

The drumstick's two broken pieces mocked you from the position near the small second bedroom's open door. The only sound in the room was your frustrated heavy breathing in the overwise now quiet apartment.

"So close." You softly breathed, noticing now the time was far past closing for any music store close to your apartment. You settled instead for cutting the camera.

The floor was cold on your bare arms. The ceiling was the most interesting as you worked through the frustration of being so close to finishing the song. The only part left had been the singing and the drums. You'd already recorded the bass and the rhythm yesterday, as well as the lead guitar this morning.

Your pity party ended as an unfamiliar knock sounded on your door. But that didn't mean you didn't drag yourself to the front door. The peephole disfigured whoever was on the other side of the door. All you saw was the back of someone's blonde hair.

"Can I help you?" You grumbled with the door partially opened, the chain still locked in place.

The person, male now nothing blurring him, turned with a half-smile that fell as Owen actually viewed his neighbour up close. Sure Owen had met the passive-aggressive neighbour who had knocked on his door a few times. But Owen had only seen you from afar in the few weeks he'd been living in the building.

"We heard-"

"-we?" You questioned the stranger. He seemed friendly but so did the charismatic Ted Bundy back when he was alive.

"My best friends are staying with me for a couple days." Owen supplied, "I'm Owen, by the way."

"Y/N." You stated still with not even moving to unlatch the safety chain and open the door to the young man.

"Anyway...we heard the music playing through the day. Your band is good, by the way! Practising without putting the instruments together...is an artistic choice." Owen's blue eyes held panic as his mouth continued speaking even when his mind screamed to shut up, "The beat sounded familiar, and then we heard you scream-"

"Okay, so why are you at my door near 10pm acting concerned like we're best friends?"

"More like a fellow musician understanding the frustration of being so close to a goal than losing it." Owen lightly laughed with a flush to his pale cheeks. The tall young man shrugged to add some lightheartedness, "Anyway, I know the tone of that fuck you yelled that you broke a drumstick."

As soon as the blonde-haired boy cussed, his cheeks turned a dustier pink colour that brought out his blue eyes more. It was then you noticed he had new drumsticks in his hand, nothing fancy.

"Are those…?" You trailed off, staring down at the peace offering he gave, "Lance is gonna detest you even more."

"Eh. Nothing I can't handle. You can have these. Borrow them, or whatever. It'd be nice to hear you play more." Owen shyly informed you. Both of you went still at the far off sounding giggle coming from the hallway of the apartment building, "I should get back before Charlie and Jeremy broke anything."

"Uh...thanks. For these." You motioned towards the sticks he'd gently scooched through the narrow door opening.

Owen waved it off as he started walking back towards his own apartment, "The guys and I have a watch party for this show, so-"

"I'd suggest taking the party to the parking garage." You interrupted him with the door now fully open, giving the new neighbour a full view of you. Owen was breathlessly and wondering if he should see a doctor for the fluttering his heart had.

"Why?"

"Lance already threatened to call the cops. He won't go through the building manager like he did with me. Besides, I can't do anything; the time I agreed to not causing a ruckus is now." You told the boy with the beautiful big blue eyes, "I'll see you around Owen."

Owen returned to his apartment with a big grin plastered on his face at how easy it was talking with you. He couldn't believe it had taken his best friends to convince him to go over with the drumsticks.

"So…?" Charlie questioned from his position on the couch beside Jeremy. Each sitting uncomfortably.

"Like you weren't eavesdropping." Owen scoffed with a shake of his head that would break open the can of teasing.

The one thing you hated about your job was the requirement for people to physically see you in the video. It meant you had to be put together for each video you uploaded to the video platform. For this video, you'd tugged on a russet-coloured long sleeve shirt pushed to your elbows with a pair of black jeans that ended just above your ankles. The outfit you'd used for the other parts of the video from yesterday.

"Thank god for Lance's Saturday run." You mumbled from behind the drumkit holding the gifted drumsticks.

Maybe it was the drumsticks or the large coffee you'd inhaled to be up at this early hour, but you managed to get a perfect take the first time. All that left was singing before you'd have to edit the entirety of the video for TikTok.

You'd moved to the same spot you'd used in recording the guitars for the theme song with a microphone in hand. It was such a standard routine to make these short clips that you'd already started singing with a beaming smile.

What's new Scooby Doo?

We're coming after you

You're gonna solve that mystery

I see you Scooby Doo

The trail leads back to you

What's new Scooby Doo?

The smile only grew as the animated series played in your mind, you recalled in each rerun you'd watched as a kid.

What's new Scooby Doo?

We're gonna follow you

We're gonna solve that mystery

We see you Scooby Doo

We're coming after you

What's new Scooby Doo?

Don't look back

You may find another clue

The Scooby snacks

Will be waiting here for you

While you found this to be fun, you know the videos got traction from the clips of each video running together with only one person playing everything. No one would ever know how long it actually took to prepare everything to be posted.

What's new Scooby Doo?

We're coming after you

We're gonna solve that mystery

I see you Scooby Doo

The trail leads back to you

What's new Scooby Doo?

You wore your cheeks hurt when your favourite part of the theme song came around. The 'na na na' part would sadly be cut off near the end with the time constraint on TikTok.

Na na na na na

Na na na na na na na

Na na na na na

Na na na

The second it was over, you collapsed onto your back, breathing slightly laboured from the exertion. But the same couldn't be wiped from your face as you finally finished the song with the help of a former stranger. A stranger you wanted to thank via food because everyone couldn't say no to food.

Instead of focusing on another video you had planned, you instead spent the rest of the morning baking and editing the What's New, Scooby-Doo? video. It was a simple recipe your cousin sent over she used for her gluten, nut and dairy-free son. Can't be too careful, and the recipe was absolutely delicious.

"Hey!" You beamed from the open doorway of Owen's apartment. The fellow musician rubbed his eyes with one hand, "I wanted to properly thank you for giving me those drumsticks."

"No problem," Owen spoke with such a groggy and deep voice your knees shook from the force of keeping yourself standing. You sidestepped him as he gestured to enter the clean apartment, "Guys! We have company!"

He'd barely even said the first word before two males slid around into view with beaming grins. Simple introductions were made.

"Holy shit." Jeremy, the oldest of the trio, blinked connected your name to your face, "Your Owen's neighbour?"

"I am." You chuckled as you dug your hands deep in your pockets. The basket of cookies was set on the counter, a particular long-haired brunette nose deep in them.

"My wife loves your TikToks." Jeremy snickered, already imagining the amount of teasing he could do with this meeting, "Do you actually play all the instruments?"

And just like that, the trio of actors and the multi-instrument talent got on like a house on fire. Instead of popping in to drop off the cookies, you stayed well into the afternoon, getting to know each other.

"You're Canadian?" Charlie marvelled, leaning closer with an excited grin splitting his features. While all three were incredibly handsome, you were partial to the blonde boy sipping his coffee.

"My mom is. We moved here when my dad took over the family company. He went to university in Canada, where he met my mom. We stayed in Canada until I was in my teens." You informed the fellow Canadian.

You settled into the couch with soft country music playing in the background as you sipped on the drink you'd grabbed from your apartment. The trio had chosen their drink during the short intermission of the conversation.

"Another Canadian. Am I gonna have to stock my fridge with maple syrup?" Owen joked with a returning twinkle in his eye.

Owen could admit he was attracted to you, and for a second, he'd thought maybe you felt the same but then he remembered. He was friends with Charlie Gillespie. The unofficial face of the fandom and Owen was only human. He couldn't help but compare himself to the actor with a bigger following.

"Oh, so you think I'll be here often?" You teased, turning your entire gaze to the now flustered male. He didn't need to know you were just as flustered.

"I-well...um we-"

"I'll have to write down the kind I like. I know what kind of cookies to have for you."

Owen blinked once. Twice. Thrice.

"Char, I'm kinda craving a milkshake." Jeremy had swiftly picked up on the tension between the occupants of the building. Jeremy practically dragged Charlie out of the apartment for a drink he was now admittedly craving.

"I'm not reading into this, right?" Your tone changed from confident to questioning with a frown that hurt Owen to see. The Oklahoma native was quick to scoot closer to you.

"I-" Owen shakily gulped as that instinctive nervous feeling you get in conversations with someone you could see at your side more than friends would hang out. The thrill of stepping on the ledge, not knowing if you'd fall alone or hand in hand with someone.

It was your turn to blink.

"Those drumsticks I gave you? I wore mine out so much I needed a new pair." Owen whispered, trailing each freckle you had to your nose he deemed adorable. His blue eyes drinking in the surprise he found in the pools of e/c Owen was jealous you got to see each morning.

Owen slowly reached out to grasp your hand with that nervous energy of his, and in turn, you gripped his hand tight.

"Why did you give me both when I only needed one?" You asked with a teasing aspect in your light tone. Owen's eyes crinkled at the edge with the grin he offered on his handsome face.

"Bad luck to separate a pair…?" Owen trailed off at his own response. His blue eyes crinkled at the sides, "But you're into me? Not Charlie?"

"I'm gonna lie and say he isn't attractive. But so is Jeremy, but they both aren't the one that's taken my attention." Your tone of voice changed from flirty to concerned, "Do you think Charlie is more popular with your fandom?"

"He has more followers. Have you seen hi-"

"I have, but like I said, there's something about you that has taken my full attention, Owen. You're incredibly kind, sensitive, talented, down to earth and caring for your friends. You are also very handsome, by the way." You pointed a singular finger towards him, "You're more than just an actor in a show that boomed."

"I'm just a kid from Oklahoma."

"A kid that starred on a Nickelodeon show that has a long name. Now you're on an internationally known show that's created a wave. You're successful, I mean, look! You have your own apartment you bought with your own money."

Owen's lips parted with a flush developing on his cheeks at the gushing you continued for him. You barely even knew him with the information you regurgitated from the long conversation with the guys. His shoulder relaxed.

"Thank you." Owen murmured, reaching out to squeeze your hand, "You need to watch Julie and the Phantoms to believe that speech."

"Are you busy on Thursday? I have nothing planned other than reading over the chords for my next cover. I'll shoot on Friday and Saturday."

Owen beamed, "Could I watch how you put together the covers?"

"Yeah! It's a date...if you'd like it to be a date?"

"It's a date." Owen parroted with a beaming grin on his handsome features. You nodded with a matching smile.

"I need to upload my new cover, and I should really get some sleep. Come over Thursday at 8am so we can have breakfast together." You informed the actor. Owen offered you his hand to pull you up from his couch.

Like in a romance film, your feet stumbled on the carpet straight into Owen's arms with a breathy gasp. His blue eyes drifted to your lips momentarily, only to meet your e/c eyes once more. As if tugged by a string, you leaned in as he did. Just as his lips lightly brushed yours, the sound of the door unlocking broke you apart.

Charlie and Jeremy stuttered in their steps, holding a milkshake in their hands. The two older adults flicked their eyes between the two of you.

"It was nice to meet you guys." You informed the two. Charlie was the first to hug you goodbye, but your eyes never left the Oklahoma native.

Your eyes only broke contact as his door closed behind you. The minute you entered your apartment, you squealed. In perfect sync with the excited sound, you pegged as Owen.

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julieandthe-stan-toms · 2 years

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I turned on JATP, and Netflix had a warning for fear. I was like shut up Netflix. The only fear I have to worry about while watching this show is falling in love with a 90's ghost band.

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headheartbellarke · 3 years

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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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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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ghostofreggie · 3 years

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Notes of Love:

Reggie x Reader

This has been a hard thing to post my anxiety kept telling me no but people kept telling me to so you know what screw anxiety 😂. So here is my first Reggie fic 💕

Gif credit to @hotdogalex ✨

“Hi Y/N. You told Julie to tell me to stop with the notes but I can’t help it. You look really pretty today and I just wanted to tell you that”

“JULIE!”, You yell walking into the studio. Julie looks at you waiting. Looking at her you huff. “Reggie left me another note. Jules I asked you to tell him to stop. It’s not fair to me. He can see me but I cant see him.”

“He likes you. The two of you spent months talking with the notes. Why the sudden change in heart about it now?” She asks you.

You look around the room trying to avoid answering that because how could you tell your best friend that you were falling in love with a ghost that you have only ever seen a few times when he performed with Julie. What happened with you and Reggie was an accident. After you found out about the ghosts these random little notes started appearing on your desk, your bed, on your phone, and wherever else he decided to put them. Eventually you started to write back on the notes. You and Reggie would talk for hours that way about anything and everything. Of course if the world didn’t hate you enough you just had to go and develop feelings for the ghost bassist. About four months after you and Reggie started to talk through notes, you asked Julie to talk to him and ask him to stop since you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You just wish you could tell him you love him.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Julie asks you. You didn’t even realize you had zoned out. You look at her and say “ Yeah sorry I was zoned out thinking about Reggie. I wish I could tell him how I truly feel about him.” She looks at you and says “ Tell me how you feel about him.”

“I’m falling in love with him Julie. The notes and seeing him when he performs with you is all it took to make me fall in love with him. It just sucks that I can’t see, hear, or touch him. I want to cuddle with him and watch Star Wars. I want to have baking fights in the kitchen trying to bake together. I want to fall asleep in his arms and wake up and just run my fingers through his hair and hear his morning voice. I’m falling so hard for him that it hurts me because I can’t be with him.” At this point you were crying so you just look at Julie and tell her you were going home. Little did you know Reggie was there the whole time and heard it all. All he wanted was to wipe away the tears.

Reggie looks at Julie and says “She loves me too?” Julie looks at reggie and just laughs at the cute little lovesick puppy eyes he has going on. She says to him “Hey Reggie. Why don’t you just write her a note telling her you love her? Maybe then she wouldn’t be as scared, upset and worried.” He thinks to himself that she has a point.

Later that night you were working on a school assignment when your laptop gets moved away from you. Of course you know that it is your precious ghost so you just laugh and tell him hi. After about 10 minutes you finally get your laptop back in front of you and you see that reggie wrote you a note.

“My dearest lifer (learned that from Alex’s boyfriend)

I was there in the studio today when you were talking to Julie. I wanted to wipe away the tears so bad and seeing and hearing you cry upset me. You shouldn’t worry about the feelings you have for me because I have them for you too. I would love to cuddle with you and watch Star Wars especially all of the 6 that came out after I died. Baking fights seem fun so we would have to do that as long as its cookies we are baking. Cuddling with you and sleeping with you and waking up to you would be a dream come true. You can only see me when I perform with Julie but I can see you all the time and you are amazing and wonderful. You have a heart of gold and are so loving and caring. You make everyone want to smile even on your darkest of days. You have had issues but you have overcome everything the anxiety and depression has thrown at you. I love you for everything that you are and everything that you will be. One day I know you will be able to see and touch me and I can’t wait. I love you.”

You could feel the tears and you just laugh and say “I love you too you dork”

You could only hope that he was right and that one day you would be able to see him and touch him. What you didn’t know was that day was coming sooner than either of you expected.

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jammi13 · 3 years

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So Needy - Owen Joyner x Reader (18+)

Warnings: Swearing, slight smut but not really. Topic of sex talked throughout

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: I’ve never written anything like this so it’s probably really bad and really crap but I wanted to give it a try.😂 hope I did this story justice and Hope you like it!

“Stop!” You laugh as you scoot up on your bed, trying to get away from your very lovely and very horny boyfriend. He holds you down as you try to break out from his tickle hold.

“One kiss, and I’ll let you go. Promise.” He laughs, keeping his position over you.

“Fine, just one.” “Just one, and i'll be happy.” He begins to lean in and you decide to tease him a little bit. You quickly move your face from his lips. He holds for a second before leaning back up fixating his eyes on yours. You smile a little knowing exactly what you just did to him. Owen has never been one for PDA but behind closed doors it’s actually a big pet peeve of his for you to deny his kisses. Especially, when he’s been on set all day and all he wants is to feel your touch.

He smirks before licking his lips. “Why do you always insist on doing this to me?” “Doing what?” You say innocently before giggling. “Oh you think this is funny?” He brings his hand up to your neck applying a bit of pressure causing you to moan. You hold on to the hand on your neck. “Very.” He leans in to kiss you again. This time you don’t move away. Excited for what was about to come.

Owen lays on his back as you stay straddling him. You lean forward so that you're fully laying on him now. “Mmm, I should do that more often if thats what will come of it.” He brushes the hair out of your face looking into your eyes softly. He cups your face brushing his thumb over your cheek. “Baby, all you had to do was ask.” He leans in and leaves a longing kiss on your lips. “Ready for round 2?”

You get up from your spot on his chest and laugh a little. “Can we take a minute, my vagina needs to recuperate.” Earning a cocky smile from Owen.

“So, I’m that good, huh?” He says sliding his hands to your ass. You roll your eyes at him, wanting to bring him off his high horse a little bit. You decide to mess with him, saying the four words you know always gets him a bit riled up. You move his hands away from you butt, lifting your leg off him to lay beside him.

“Gosh, you're so needy.”

He jolts up quickly and looks at you confused. “Me! Needy?! Oh come on y/n, I know you wanted it just as much as I did with all that noise you were making in my ear. We both know who's the needy one out of both of us.” You sit up now facing him.

“Yeah, and we just established that it's you. Mr. “Ready for round 2” even though we just finished. Sounds pretty needy to me.” He laughs a little before speaking.

“You're messing with me right? You're way needier than me. Don’t forget yesterday when you were trying to jump my bones before I even got into the apartment. I hands down could go longer without sex than you”

You smiled, you loved seeing him get all worked up. “Wanna put your money where your mouth is, Joyner? I can tell you right now you wont be able to last 2 days without trying to have sex with me.”

“So we're doing this? Alright, bring it on baby” He says shaking his head, smiling as if he’s already won.

“Wipe that smile off your face Joyner, you're gonna lose.” You both get off the bed to clean yourselves and get dressed to have dinner.

Owen walks into the kitchen and sits at the table as you grab the food from your postmates. You hand him his food and begin eating. “Okay, so let’s talk ground rules.” Owen looks up to you puzzled. “Oh, did someone forget our bet? I mean you can call it quits now and just admit you're the needy one in this relationship.”

“You wish. Hit me.”

“Okay, rule 1. No sex, oral included. Rule 2, It counts as sex upon entry. So, touching over clothes doesn't count. And finally, Rule 3, Since I know we both would probably go insane if we couldn’t even kiss each other, Kissing and making out don’t count as a loss and are acceptable at any time.”

Owen nods his head signaling he very much agrees. “Yup good call y/n.”

“HOWEVER! If that kiss and or make out were to lead to sex then whoever initiated the kiss and or make out loses.” You tilt your head to him. “Sound fair?”

“Sounds fair to me. Ahh you're so going down y/n. You can't resist all this.” He gestures to himself. You laugh reaching your hand out and he follows. You both shake hands not knowing just how hard this was gonna be.

“Alright Joyner, Game on.”

“Do your worst baby.”

Neither of yall realized just how hard this was going to be. Yall were on day 4 and it felt like day 100. Yall have been having sex since yall first got together so theres no surprise that both of yall almost slipped up and lost within the first 2 days.

The first time was you. And Owen thought he had it in the bag but he opened his mouth right as the deed was about to be done.

He had just gotten off set and he was sending you rather dirty texts throughout the day, knowing that this is one of the biggest things that turns you on. So, he wasn’t shocked when he sat on the couch next to you and he saw your leg bouncing as you were biting your lip trying to stay focused on the show you were watching. And you were doing just fine until he grabbed onto your thigh knowing that it drove you crazy.

You practically jumped on him and grabbed hold on his face and started placing rough kisses on his lips. He fell right into the rhythm you had set. You started reaching for his belt buckle and he allows you to take full control. You pull away from the kiss trying to get his pants off. He starts laughing and it throws you off at first but you continue.

“Yeah y/n, just like that. Keep doing what you're doing.”

You got off him quickly. “Fuck! Why did I have to open my fucking mouth?!”

This time. It was Owen. And it was so so close. Owen was pretty frustrated and when Owen gets frustrated he gets horny and needs to take his frustration out on something. And lucky for you, you were just the anecdote he was looking for today. You were rubbing his shoulders as he sat at his desk, when he pulled you into his lap and he started kissing every part of your face. He lifted you up and threw you onto the bed. He took his shirt off before climbing over to hover on you.

He leaned down and instantly started attacking your lips. He began grinding his body into yours. A feeling that felt almost like home. You reached your hand up onto his shoulder before sliding it to the back of his head. Tangling your hand into his long blonde hair. You pull his head back earning a moan from his mouth. Oh how you loved hearing these sounds fall from his lips. You pulled a little harder earning another loud, deep moan. This felt right. The man you loved being a whimpering mess for you.

It was almost as if the last pull triggered something. He stopped his movements all together.

“Ohhh you almost had me there y/n. Soo close.”

You were beginning to regret this bet real quick. All you wanted was to be close to and held by the man who made you feel safe. You got off the bed and didn’t even acknowledge Owens' comment. You groaned and walked out of your shared room. Owen watched you as you left and immediately knew that this bet was getting to you because it was getting to him too.

He walked into the Livingroom to see you buried into your phone. He walks over and sits next to you on the couch. “So…” He stares at you hoping to see you look at him but that fails. He tries again, “Whatcha doing?”

You finally look to him. “I'm reading.”

“Ohhh, whatcha reading?” He walks over to the fridge and pulls out a water.

“Fanfiction.”

He chokes a bit and scrunches his face in confusion. He walks back over to you. “Fanfiction? You're reading fanfiction?” You nod.

“And why are you reading fanfiction?”

“I read it when I’m feeling… aroused and you're not here. And well, since I can’t have sex with you, I’ll just read about it. You should be proud, you have some very talented writers following you.”

“But baby, I’m right here. Why read it when you can do it?” He sits back down next to you and grabs your hand and slides it down his shirtless chest. His voice gets darker, “Why read about touching me? When you can touch me?” He takes your hand and places it behind his head hinting for you to pull his hair. “Why read about pulling my hair? When you can just pull it?” You couldn’t help but stare at his lips, but neither could Owen. He leans closer to you, leaving your lips only barely touching. You feel his breath against your lips and you almost give in before he starts speaking again slowly.

“Why read about kissing me when…” He kisses your lips and you melt into his touch. You both fall into the rhythm of the kiss before he pulls away and pulls your shirt and bra off.

“Oh fuck the bet.”

He hungrily attacks your neck. He wastes no time and pulls down his pants while you do the same. You bring him back down and tangle your hand in his hair as he lines himself up with your entrance. With one more kiss, he enters you causing you to moan. You’ve missed this feeling. Being fully connected and having your bodies intertwined with each other. You arch your back, meeting his thrusts.

He finds his way to your lips again and you pause for a second. You bring your hand up and slide your finger down his bottom lips. You look up to him and see he’s already staring. Your mouth ghosts over his.

“I told you, you were needy..”

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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!!!!!!!

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