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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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bi-bi-buckleydiaz · 3 years

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dare night | owen joyner

requested; no, i got inspired while watching OTH for the hundredth time. but please request jatp or tom / peter things !!

words; 3.3K was not expecting it to be this long. kinda got away from me. also unedited I just wanted to get it out ;)

a/n; not me writing an OTH inspired fic for my new beau owen joyner...oop. anyway, hope ya like it. it is unedited because i just finished it and i really wanted to just get it out for y’all.

“I cannot believe I let you talk me into this.”

“C’mon Owen it’ll be fun,” Charlie says, excitement pouring from him like a golden retriever puppy. Owen sighs at his best friend before looking at the rest of his friends behind Charlie.

“Yeah, Owen, we’re only young once. And y’all only get Jadah and I unsupervised once in a blue moon, we have to appreciate that time.” The cast laughs as Madi smiles wide, probably more excited about this proclaimed ‘dare night’ than it’s creator. Speaking of...

“Listen, I already have the dare’s written up and I know you hate to waste paper.” Charlie’s practically pouting now, so Owen really can’t say no to that.

“Fine, let’s get this over with.” Everyone cheers as the final member takes his place around the kitchen island. The cast, minus Cheyenne of course because he’s “too old to partake in this. It’s a teens only event.” “We’re in our twenties Charlie.” “SEMANTICS!”, are gathered in Owen and Charlie’s apartment around their kitchen island, all waiting for their teams and dare card.

“The rules are simple, boys versus girls. Then you each split into teams of two -”

“But there’s an uneven amount on each team. Five against five.” Jadah points out, smiling at Charlie's small ‘shit’ and long sigh. He thinks for a minute before a metaphorical light bulb goes off above his head and he’s smiling again.

“Then a boy and girl will have to be together. Just split the points at the end.” Satisfied with the idea, everyone nods. No one misses the way Jeremy and Carolynn smile at each other.

“Now, you all have phones, you have to document one of you completing the dares either with a photo or a video. After the first dare is complete, you’ll get the second one. I’ve asked strangers around where your dare takes place to give you the next ones. They were very accommodating and are very excited to see y’all. We’ll all meet back here at midnight. Team that gets the most points, wins.” Charlie is practically vibrating by the time he’s finished, proud of his little game he put together and that everyone is just as excited as he is, well, minus Owen of course. But that’s because he’s nervous about doing unknown dares in public. Sure he puts on this face of being quirky and cool and fun, doesn’t mean some things don’t scare him.

“So everyone, pick your partners, pick your card, and let the dares begin!” Madison and Jadah immediately jump for each other, Carolynn and Jeremy grabbing hands before Charlie is even done speaking. Savannah and Tori high give, Sacha and BooBoo look at each other and shrug, assuming the wonder twins will want to stick together. Everyone is shocked though when Charlie bounces over to Sacha and slings his arm around his shoulders, shooting Owen an apologetic look in the process.

“Sorry bro, but I think we both know if we go at this together we’ll get nothing done and, I’d kinda like the boys to win.” Madi covers her mouth and the confession while the rest laugh. Owen groans and then goes red when BooBoo shoots him a look.

“That was rude! I’m glad to be your partner BooBoo don’t get me wrong. Seriously, so excited.” Owen begins to panic and is set to keep babbling before BooBoo laughs and lightly punches Owen’s shoulder.

“Relax dude, let’s go kick some dare ass!” Everyone cheers and grabs a card off the table before rushing out the door to their respective vehicles, Madi managing to borrow her dad’s car for the night, thanking God that she passed her road test before season 2 started.

“So, what dare did we get?” Owen asks when he and BooBoo reach the car. He starts it up while BooBoo rips open the envelope.

“We...ooh no.” He starts to giggle before he can even finish. Owen can feel his heart start to race.

“Oh no, what’d we get?”

“Hehe we, ha, we have to return some clothes...” Owen let’s out a sigh of relief.

“That’s not too bad.”

“While wearing them,” BooBoo finishes. Owen freezes.

“Excuse me!?” BooBoo breaks into a loud laugh at Owen’s shock, handing him the card in the process. “No way! Is Charlie insane?” What the hell was he thinking? What if someone recognizes him while he’s taking off a shirt to return it? Wait, why is he the one doing the returning?

“No. Nope. No way, we lose this point. What’s the next one?” BooBoo is still laughing as he shakes his head.

“You heard Charlie, we only get the next one if we complete this one.” Owen groans, accepting his fate.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“Believe it drummer boy. Especially since you’re gonna be the one doing it.” Owen whips his head towards BooBoo, almost breaking his neck in the process.

“No way. Dude, no. Way.” Owen is ready to get on his knees and beg.

“Um, well, the sizes are on the card and they match you,” BooBoo says, watching Owen begin to pout and accept his fate. BooBoo would feel bad if he didn’t think this was going to be a hilarious night. “C’mon, get driving.” Owen groans once more before driving away, accepting his fate that this night will be a wreck.

~ ~ ~

Shopping alone is boring.

Y/N asked friends, obviously, but they were all busy doing something or someone, so she was left alone to shop for christmas gifts. Sure it’s early, like, two months early, but she learned a long time ago that when you live alone as a young adult, living paycheck to paycheck, it's best to shop for gifts in increments and not all at once near christmas time. So here she is, shopping alone in a mall near the stores closing times because that’s the only time she can spare.

It’s not all bad, late night shopping means not a lot of people in the mall and those who are here are strung out college kids like here. Sure there have been some creepy guys eyeing her up and down, but when she felt those looks she made it clear to go to a store that had security in front of it, even if that meant staring longingly and things she can’t afford.

Y/N’s about half an hour into shopping for her niece and nephew when she hears a commotion on the other side of the clothing store. She quickly glances over then looks back to the shirt she was admiring, before realizing what she saw couldn’t be quite right. She looks over again, and holy shit, her eyes weren’t deceiving her. There really is a guy at the cash register shirtless and in the middle of taking his pants off.

Y/N takes back her previous statement, shopping alone is so not boring.

It’s then she notices a security guard enter the store, hand on the walkie talkie on his shoulder. There’s no way that’s going to end good. She doesn't know why she does it, but one second she was holding a shirt for her nephew and the next she's pushing the rack of clothes in front of the guard and grabbing the near naked and guy and running. She hears a camera snap behind her and a ‘hey wait up’ but all she’s really focused on is getting the guy out of the mall before he’s arrested for public indecency or something.

The hand in hers tugs her to stop just before the reach the mall doors, making her halt in her running. She looks back and ‘woah, he’s pretty.’

“Hey, not that I’m thankful but, my friend...” Pretty eyes trails off and he takes in a breath and wait, when did she start calling him pretty eyes. No! He’s a stranger.

“Yeah well, your friend isn’t the one half naked in the mall getting chased by security.” He ponders it for a minute then nods. “So let’s go. I promise i’m not gonna murder you, just gonna take you to the parking lot so you don’t get arrested for public indecency and end up on the sex offender registry.” Pretty eyes get’s scared at that and then begins to nod vehemently.

“Yeah, yeah that’s bad. Lets go!” As he says that, security appears behind them. She grabs his hand and they book it out of the mall and into the shockingly cold autumn air. She doesn’t know where this guy’s car is so she leads him to hers, praying she’s not making a mistake.

~ ~ ~

Owen doesn’t know how he ended up here. He remembers putting the clothes that were in the locker on and he remembers going to the first store and returning the shoes, but after that he thinks the adrenaline kicked in and he blacked out from it. One minute he was taking his pants of trying not to die of utter embarrassment and the next, some girl was dragging him out of the mall and to her car in the parking lot. He doesn’t know why he let this stranger drag him out of the mall, but he’s not really complaining as she shoves him into the back of her car, away from prying eyes. He only begins to panic when she climbs in next to him and shuts the door. Once the silence settles around them does reality finally settle in and does he realize what he actually just did.

“Holy shit. Holy shit what did I do! Oh my God that could have ended so bad! Oh my God!” He panics for another minute before a hand settles on his bare shoulder.

“Hey. Hey! You’re fine. They didn’t follow us out, you’re not getting in trouble.” Her voice is soothing, he’ll admit, and he can feel the anxiety begin to ease back. But it doesn’t change the fact that he was just half naked in the mall where anyone could have recognized him and taken pictures. Granted, Charlie did think about that and put a random blue baseball cap and glasses in the bag of clothes too. But still, that’s like, nothing! He goes to grab his phone to check instagram before realizing he’s only in his underwear. In a random girls car. In a Vancouver mall parking lot. She seems to realize this at the same time because she clears her throat and scooches to the other side of the car.

“Um, do you, do you like, have clothes or something I can go retrieve or...” He nods and goes to give her the key to the locker, then remembers, no pants. They chuckle at the same time and looks down at her purse, rummaging through it for her phone. He takes it from her with a small ‘thanks’ hoping his cheeks aren’t showing how flushed he feels. He quickly dials BooBoo’s number, giving him the details of what went down, asking the girl where they are and reporting it back to him, then hangs up.

“Um, thanks. For that. And for saving me from being arrested. That was, thanks.” The girl giggles and nods. “I’m Owen, by the way. I don’t normally run around malls in my underwear.” He sticks his hand out, hoping she’ll take it and give a name in return. He’d really like the pretty girl's name.

“I’m Y/N. I don’t normally take random, half naked strangers to my car.” He laughs at that and they shake hands.

“Well, thanks for making an exception.” They stare at each other for another few seconds before a knock on his window makes them break apart. He looks over and sighs in relief at BooBoo and his clothes in his hand. He opens the door and jumps out, taking the clothes from BooBoo and immediately shoving his legs into his pants. The girl get’s out after him, smiling at him balancing on one foot and trying not to fall over.

“Thanks, for saving him. No hard feelings for leaving me in the dust.” BooBoo smiles as he says it so Owen hopes the girl doesn’t take it too harshly. She laughs though and, woah, that’s a nice laugh. He’s so focused on her smile and the way she says her name that he puts his shirt on backwards. He doesn’t notice until BooBoo points it out, laughing as he does. When Owen is properly dressed again, he takes a deep breath and leans against the car.

“When I see Charlie, I’m gonna murder him. We’ll have to film the rest of the season without him. Kenny can deal.” Owen only realizes what he’s said when BooBoo shoots him a look. Y/N looks at the two in confusion, before looking back at Owen.

“You’re an actor?” He nods and watches as her face goes from confused to angry. “And you got undressed in a mall? How stupid are you?” She punctuates the last sentence with punches to his arm. BooBoo giggles in true BooBoo fashion as Owen rubs his arm. He watches her take out her phone and he looks over her shoulder as she opens twitter. She goes to the search bar, pauses, and then looks up at him.

“Full name?”

“Oh um, Owen Joyner.” He watches her type it in and breathes a sigh of relief as nothing but Alex edits pop up. She tries Instagram next, then TikTok, and gets the same answers as before. Nothing about him being naked in a mall, just fan edits of him and him as Alex.

“You are so lucky no one saw you dude, your career would be over.” She says, closing her phone and putting in her pocket. “What were you thinking?” He can’t help but feel scolded and slightly cowers in response. She notices and immediately softens. “Sorry, I just met you, I shouldn't be so mean.” A pause. “But that was still really stupid.” BooBoo giggles and Owen shoots him a look before nodding and looking back at Y/N.

“Yeah but, it was a dare.”

“And you just accepted it?” Owen feels his cheeks go red and looks at his feet.

“Well, yeah. We wanna win.” Y/N giggles and looks between the two boys.

“Seriously? So what is this? Some sort of dare game night?” The boys nod, then BooBoo lights up and reaches into his pocket for the next dare.

“Speaking of, the cashier at the store gave me the next dare. Are you ready?” Owen groans and BooBoo takes it as an affirmative. He opens the envelope and quickly glances at Y/N before reading it aloud for Owen.

“Take a picture in a photo booth with a stranger.” Y/N glances at the card and sees words on the back too.

“There’s something on the back.” BooBoo flips it and begins to giggle again.

“No way. Oh man Owen.”

“Me! Why me? I just walked naked around a mall!”

“Because it’s asking you to kiss a stranger and my girl would kill me if I did this.” Y/N blanches at that and begins to slowly and hopefully discreetly back away from the two boys. But Owen catches her.

“Hey.” He looks nervous and begins to fiddle with his fingers. “You don’t have to! Obviously! I mean, you already saved me once, but, like I kinda know you now and you’ve already seen me shirtless...” He trails off and flashes puppy dog eyes at the girl. She huffs and groans and finally, “Fine. Let’s get this over with. Y’all better win this stupid game though.” Owen smiles bright and Y/N tries to ignore the butterflies in her stomach at the sight. She just met this boy for god sakes!

The three young adults head back into the mall to one of the strips that has a photo booth. BooBoo giggles as he all but shoves the two into the small area, singsonging a “good luck” before pulling the curtain closed.

Awkward silence falls over the two as they squeeze together on the small seat. They smile nervously at each other as they hear BooBoo drop coins into the slot outside.

“Um, so, do you wanna like -”

SNAP!

They giggle and look at the camera with smiles in time for the next one.

SNAP!

Y/N looks back at Owen and, in a moment of confidence, grabs Owen’s shirt and brings his face closer to his.

SNAP!

He glances at her lips, licks his own, then they’re kissing. His lips are soft and she sinks into him. She feels his tongue lick her bottom lip and almost lets a moan slip as she opens her mouth a bit for him. They don’t even hear the last snap, too caught up in each other. Her hands move to his hair and his hold her hips tight. They break for air eventually, eyes closed as they breathe in and giggle.

“That was um...” Y/N nods. “Yeah. That was, yeah.” She feels him tilt his head towards her again for another kiss, but the curtain opening pulls them apart. They jump apart, as much as they can in the small booth, and stare at BooBoo like they were caught doing something bad. He’s smirking and shaking the photo strip in his hands.

“Oh yeah, we’re definitely winning.” Owen breathes out a laugh and Y/N nods, taking BooBoo’s offered hand to help her out.

“Um, I better, go, yeah, I should go. I hope you guys, uh, win or something.” Y/N hikes her purse up her shoulder and begins to walk away, eyes on her feet and hands shaking as they go into her pockets. She’s almost to the exit when a hand wraps around her upper arm.

“Hey wait up!” Owen. “Um, I just, that was, that was something right? I wasn’t imagining that? That was like, could I have um, number? Could I have your number?” He’s stuttering, face red and hands shaking in his pockets. Y/N has to giggle, feeling a bit calmer knowing she’s not the only one who’s feeling something.

“Yeah, that was number worthy.” They smile while exchanging numbers, then keep smiling as Owen leans and kisses her cheek.

“Thanks for saving my ass twice tonight,” he whispers in her ear before leaning back. Y/N nods and begins to back away.

“Yeah well, it’s a pretty nice ass.” With that she turns and practically runs back to her car, not believing what a night it's been.

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“And we’re tied! Although, there is one more dare on the table.” Charlie giggles, knowing exactly what it is, saving for last for a reason. Carolynn swipes it off the table before anyone else can, ripping it open and smiling at the words.

“Kiss a member of your team.” She sees Jeremy smile and buff up, getting ready for smooch from his wife since they were partners. Carolynn smiles and leans towards him, before quickly grabbing Tori’s neck and giving her a chaste kiss on the lips. Everyone laughs and cheers, Jeremy pouting at his girl while she grabs his hand.

“Well then, unless any of the boys kissed a stranger in a photo booth, the girls win.” BooBoo goes to raise his hand, but Owen stops him. BooBoo shoots him a look but Owen shakes his head, hoping he gets why. Why he doesn’t want to mention Y/N. Sweet, life-saving Y/N who didn’t even know who he was or hell, who BooBoo was. Who just saw a random guy in need of saving and didn’t think twice about helping him. BooBoo lets it go, and Owen nods a thanks. He cheers for the girls as they accept their win, hand rubbing the picture strip in his pocket, and mind preparing a text to Y/N as soon as he can escape to his room.

Maybe dare night wasn’t such a bad idea.

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calamitykaty · 3 years

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A Love Like This

Owen Joyner x Fem!Reader

Summary: Owen makes his way back to Norman, OK after filming and resumes the on again, off again relationship with reader. The feelings between the two escalate until one finally breaks.

Word Count:3437

Warnings: Mild Swearing, Fluff

A/N: HUGE thank you to @dream-a-little-bigger-x for letting me bounce ideas their way when I got stuck on this!

Owen stumbled around in the dark picking up a handful of white pebbles that separated the stepping stones lining the backyard of the house. He stood outside of her window, the soft glow from her bedroom light illuminating him as he began to ping the pebbles off of her window. His face lit up with a smile as she pushed the window up and peered outside. The sticky summer air seeped into her air-conditioned bedroom, leaving her skin feeling sticky.

Owen dropped his handful of pebbles and waved his hand, beckoning her to meet him outside in the middle of the night.

The giddy feeling inside her stomach erupted as she slipped her feet into a pair of sandals and hastily climbed out of her window. Owen moved forward, grabbing her waist and helping her down. His hands never leaving her body as she slowly turned around to greet him, her hands gripping his forearms.

“Hey, you.” She smiled up at him from under her eyelashes.

“Hi”

He dipped down, catching her lips with his as her eyes fluttered shut. Her hands moved from his biceps to hang loosely around his neck. Owen pulled back and she kept her eyes closed, a light hum vibrating in her chest as he placed a chaste kiss on her forehead.

“So, where to tonight, Casanova?” Her smile reached up to her eyes, creating small crinkles at the corners of her eyes.

Owen stepped back and looked up at the sky with a smile tugging at his lips “I hear we’ve got clear skies tonight”

She drew her eyes up to the sky “we also have a lot of light pollution, Owen.” She let her eyes drift down from the sky and over to the boy standing in front of her.

Owen looked back down at her with that familiar glint in his eyes that she’d become accustomed to throughout the years of their unsaid relationship. With Owen constantly leaving for his acting gigs, they had never set anything into stone but they had always managed to find themselves back together again the second he was back in Norman, Oklahoma.

Owen placed his hands over his heart in mock offense and gawked at her “Do you take me for a fool, y/n?”

Giggles erupted from the petite girl “only most of the time, Joyner.” She teased.

“Shall we?”

Owen extended his left hand out towards her. Y/N was quick to let her palm slide into Owen’s, their fingers interlocking as he guided her out to the street where his pick-up truck was parked. She dropped his hand as she clambered into the pick-up truck, her eyes immediately set on the paper map that was strewn across the dash.

Her attention was brought back to the blonde boy as he slid into the driver's seat and placed the key into the ignition. Owen turned the key, bringing the truck to life before putting the truck and drive and letting his left hand take the steering wheel while his right took its place back in Y/N’s grasp.

Owen let his eyes drift from the road ahead over to Y/N. He watched her lips move as she quietly sang along to a song on the radio.He let his thumb run over her knuckles and moved his eyes back to the road.

The sky steadily grew darker as they moved away from the city lights until they were nearly half an hour outside of the city limits. Owen pulled the truck off of the road, turned the headlights off, and removed the key from the ignition,

“So, is there where you kill me and dump my body?” Y/N joked as she slid across the bench seat of the truck and kissed Owen’s cheek.

“Why I put up with you is beyond me.” Owen joked back and opened his door.

Y/N slid out behind Owen and followed Owen around the truck. He lifted the tailgate down and hopped into the bed where he opened a box of blankets and pillows. Y/N watched as the boy meticulously laid everything out before he extended his hand out to her and pulled her into the back of the truck.

Owen laid down on the makeshift bed with Y/N cuddling into his side, both looking up at the star-filled night sky,

“Owen?” She called the boy's name quietly, drawing his eyes from the sky down to meet hers.

She moved so that her head was resting on his chest and murmured “never mind.”

Owen kissed the top of her head and squeezed her waist gently, reassuring her that she didn’t have to say it. He knew she loved him and she knew he loved her but saying it aloud would make it real and they didn’t dare to cross that boundary.

Y/N woke up with Owen’s arms wrapped around her body and her head in the crook of his neck. Her eyelashes tickled the skin on his neck as her eyes fluttered open.

“Owen” She whispered.

The blonde boy groaned and tightened his grip on the girl for a moment before opening his eyes.

Y/N lifted Owen’s right wrist so she could glance at his watch and sighed “I’m late for work.”

She pushed herself up into a sitting position and raised her arms above her head to stretch.

“Owen, seriously, get up!”

Owen pulled himself up and nuzzled his face into her neck “call out, you’re already late so just call out.”

Y/N turned her head to catch Owen’s pleading eyes. She bit her lip and weighed her options, on one hand, she would definitely get fired if she called out for the fifth time this summer and on the other, this was her last week with Owen before he left again for filming.

“You’re a bad influence, you know?” She tilted her head up and kissed the boy's cheek.

Owen hugged her from behind, pulling her back against his chest while she fished her phone from her back pocket. She dialed the familiar number to the cafe where she worked and worked up her best “sick” voice, throwing in a chesty cough for good measure before hanging up and sliding her phone back into her pocket.

“And here I was thinking I was the actor!” Owen laughed and removed his arms from her body letting her stand up.

Owen shoved the blankets and pillows back into the box and hopped down from the truck. He grabbed her by the hips and lifted her out of the truck before closing the tailgate. Owen walked around to the passenger door and pulled it open before assisting Y/N into the truck.

Owen took his spot back behind the steering wheel and started the truck, navigating the pair back to Norman. Y/N rolled her window down and threw her right arm out the window, letting her hand move in motion with the warm wind. The invading wind that rushed through the window tousled her curls around her face. She sang off-key to the pop song that played through the speakers, giggling as Owen jokingly groaned. Owen’s eyes lit up as he smiled to himself. Hands down, this version of Y/N was his favorite version.

‘Are you hungry?’ Owen asked, his eyes spotting a small diner as they approached the outskirts of the city limits. He was pulling into the parking lot before Y/N gave him an answer.

“Bold of you to assume I was going to say yes, Joyner.” Y/N smirked as she hopped out of the truck.

Owen slung his arm across her shoulders and pulled her into his side as they walked towards the door.

“You eat like a 300 pound NFL linebacker, Y/N. I really didn’t even need to ask the question at all.”

“I do NOT!” She gasped and slapped the boy’s chest.

“You DO-” Owen threw his head back in laughter “-last summer you beasted me in a hot wing eating contest and literally an hour later you were whining about being hungry and ate an entire combo meal from McDonald’s!”

Y/N slid into a booth in the back corner of the diner, Owen sliding in the side opposite of her. Her cheeks flushed red at the recollection of the memory. She had certainly never been one to be self-conscious but she definitely didn’t want the boy that she was enamored by to think of her as some sort of food eating trash-compactor.

Owen’s brows pulled together as he took in her change of demeanor, “hey,” he said softly, “I didn’t mean it in any kind of negative way, ya know? I just meant that I like to think that after knowing you all of these years that I know you well enough…”

Y/N looked up at the boy and playfully rolled her eyes “I’ll let you off of the hook this time! But, I would recommend not likening any other girls to NFL players in the future.”

“Noted.” Owen smiled at the girl before they both turned their attention to the approaching waitress.

All hesitations left Y/N’s body as her stomach growled. She riddled off what seemed like half of the menu and a glass of chocolate milk before looking up at Owen and asking what he wanted.

Owen stifled his laughter as their table slowly filled up with plates of food.

“Okay, so maybe you had a point.” Y/N sheepishly admitted as her eyes scanned the assortment of breakfast foods laid out in front of her. She stabbed her fork into the plate of eggs while her left hand grabbed a slice of bacon.

Owen picked up his breakfast bagel and took a bite out of it. “I like that you can be yourself around me.” He said with his mouth half full.

She smiled back at the boy before grabbing her phone that was vibrating on the table. She let her fork drop onto her plate of pancakes and pressed her thumb to the phone, unlocking it.

Boss Lady

Don’t bother coming in for any more shifts. You can pick up your pay at the end of the week.

A deep frown pulled at her lips as she read the text message from her supervisor. She knew she shouldn’t have been surprised that she would be fired for calling out but it didn’t make her any less upset. She dropped the phone onto the table and dropped her head into her hands.

“Y/N, you okay?”

She looked up at the boy and narrowed her eyes at him “I got fired. So, no, I’m not fucking okay.”

Owen lifted both of his hands up in front of him “hey, whoa, you don’t have to take it out on me.”

Y/N grabbed her wallet from her purse and dropped the appropriate amount of cash on the table before sliding out of the booth. Tears stung at the corners of her eyes as she hastily made her way to Owen’s pick-up truck. She could hear Owen’s footsteps on the pavement of the parking lot as he ran up behind her.

Owen grabbed the girl’s shoulders and turned her around to face him.

“Are you seriously blaming me for this?”

He was met with silence.

“That’s not fair, you didn’t have to call out. You could have told me no!” Owen argued.

“You’re right-” she met his gaze before continuing “I make bad decisions around you and that’s not your fault. It’s mine...you come back a-and every single time I let this temporary thing that we have control every decision I make.”

She tilted her head to the sky and blinked rapidly trying to hold the tears from slipping down her cheeks.

“Please, just take me home.” She whispered and turned away from the boy.

Owen silently followed her to the truck and got into the driver’s seat. She sat with her body slumped against the passenger door, her eyes never leaving the window as Owen navigated them back to her house. A silent tension lingered in the air between the two for the duration of the drive and Owen desperately wanted to reach out to Y/N and hold her hand. He wanted to tell her that he didn’t see her as temporary, that he didn’t see anything between them as temporary. But instead, he swallowed his words and settled on fleeting glances at the girl.

He placed the truck into park as he pulled up to her house and Y/N silently unbuckled her seat belt before opening the door and sliding out of the truck.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” Owen asked, hopefully.

Y/N wrapped her arms around her body and looked down at her feet “I don’t know.” She licked her lips before adding “I-I think maybe we should distance ourselves...you’ll be leaving in a few days anyway.”

Owen didn’t have a chance to respond before the passenger door was being slammed shut and Y/N was walking to her front door. Owen stayed sitting in his truck, waiting for her to look back at him and wave from the door the way that she always did. His heart plummeted to his stomach as the girl opened her front door and slipped inside with a second glance. Inside, Y/N pulled back the curtains from the living room window and watched as Owen’s truck pulled off and disappeared down the road.

She let the curtains fall back into place and trudged her way upstairs to her bedroom where she fell to her bed. For the first night of the entire summer, Y/N didn’t hear the familiar pinging of pebbles hitting her window. She didn’t meet Owen for a midnight rendezvous and she sleep didn’t come easy to her. Her heart felt heavy at the way she left things with Owen and she wasn’t positive if she had actually meant anything she had said or if she was just trying to save them both from the inevitable.

With a heavy sigh, Y/N, pulled herself out of bed and to the bathroom where she brushed her teeth before hopping into the shower. She let the hot water pelt against her skin as she contemplated whether she should call Owen or not and take back all of the things that she had said.

She exited the shower and headed back to her room where she slipped a t-shirt over her head and pulled on some pajama pants before she grabbed a book from her bookshelf and settled into the comfy chair in the corner of her room. A smile tugged at her lips as she remembered two summers ago when Owen employed their mutual friends to keep her busy for the day while he created a reading nook in her room.

She read over the same sentence five times before placing her bookmark back into the page and closing the book. Her ears pricked up at the sound of pebbles on glass and she couldn’t help the smile that took over her face. She scrambled out of the chair and across the room to the window. She flung the window open and didn’t wait for Owen to make his way over to her before she hastily climbed out of it.

“You know, I do have a front door, right?’ She teased as she made her way over to Owen

Owen shoved his hands in his pockets and shrugged “something about this just feels more romantic, I guess.”

“What are you doing here?” Y/N asked, her eyes holding his gaze.

Owen’s hands reached out to hers and intertwined with them. He held both of her hands between them “It’s the last day of the state fair and I have two tickets…I was hoping you’d go with me?”

“You sure you want to take me? I was kinda harsh yesterday.”

Owen dropped her left hand and lifted his hand to her cheek and let his thumb graze her cheek bone.

“I wouldn't want to go with anyone else.”

“Okay, let me get changed.”

Owen helped the girl climb back into her window. She rummaged through her closet and settled on a floral sundress and gold sandals. She left her face bare and pulled her hair into a high ponytail before she ran downstairs. She closed the front door and made her way over to Owen who was leaning against his pick-up truck. She pressed a kiss to his cheek and pulled back only for Owen to dip down and catch her lips with his.

“You look...wow…” he breathed out as he pulled back. She felt her cheeks burn red at his compliment.

“Don’t be getting all soft on me, Joyner.” Y/N replied before moving away from him and getting into the truck.

Y/N’s eyes lit up as they pulled up to the fairgrounds. She tugged on Owen’s hand, dragging him to the balloon game, the one with the water gun.

“You know these games are rigged.”

“Shut up and entertain me, Joyner.”

Owen reluctantly handed over two tickets and took a seat on the stool next to Y/N. They came up empty handed but that didn’t stop Y/N from dragging Owen to each and every fair game until they finally lucked out at ring-toss. She hugged the stuffed sloth to her chest and turned to Owen.

“See! They aren’t all rigged!”

Owen rolled his eyes and pulled her into his side “I mean, we literally spent like $30 worth of tickets on a stuffed toy that cost like maybe $2…”

Y/N shrugged “yeah, well, I love it.”

Owen bit his lip as he stared down at the girl next to him. He desperately wanted to tell her how much he loved her. He wanted to confess that his favorite part of the year was always when he came back to Norman, back to her. But instead, he swallowed the words back down and let Y/N lead him to their next destination.

Owen placed a kiss to the top of her head before letting his arm slide down from her shoulders until his palm slid into hers. They stood in line at the ferris wheel as the sun began to set and the world began to light up with the colorful fair lights.

They clambered into the bucket seat and the attendant lowered the bar across their laps. Y/N’s eyes lit up with wonder as they were slowly lifted into the air, the wheel making two full turns before it stopped with them at the top.

She looked over at Owen to find he was already looking at her. Her hands nervously fidgeted in her lap as she contemplated if she was really going to cross the boundary that they had set when all of this had started four summers ago. Owen leaned in and she felt her eyes flutter shut as their lips met with Owen’s right hand gently cupping her cheek.

“Owen..” she breathed out, her lips barely ghosting over his. She pulled back and averted her gaze. She looked out over the fairgrounds at the flashing lights of the rides and the sun that was barely peeking over the trees.

“I love you. I’m in love with you. I know I’m breaking the rules b-but I can’t let you leave this time without knowing.”

She nervously let her gaze move back to the boy sitting next to her as the ferris wheel began to turn again.

“Please say something.” She pleaded as the silence that followed her confession began to settle on her.

“I--I, we can just forget---” She was cut off by Owen’s lips on hers but unlike every other kiss they had ever shared, this one felt intentionally passionate.

“I never wanted us to be temporary, Y/N. I’ve been holding in these feelings for so long, waiting for you to feel the same way. ” Owen’s fingers ran the length of her jawline. “And every time I see you, I ask myself what did I do to deserve a love like this?”

The ride came to a stop and Owen helped the girl out of the bucket seat of the ferris wheel. A smile pulled at her lips as she followed him back to the pick-up truck. She gently tugged on his hand as he opened the passenger door for her. Owen turned around and she drew a step closer. She hung her arms around his shoulders, her lips kissed at the corner of his mouth.

“So, what next, Casanova?”

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flannels-and-fannypacks · 3 years

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Will They Won’t They | Part 1/4 [Reggie Peters]

Pairing: Reggie Peters x fem!reader

Words: 7000

Summary: Reggie and reader were the best of friends up until middle school where they drifted apart and decided never to speak to each other again. What happens when a shared algebra class and a resulting detention force them to spend and increasing amount of time together. Will it be enough to overcome the mutual hate? Or was the relationship doomed from the start.

WARNINGS: swears, spicy dancing, ANGST

A/N: Okay this is the first of hopefully many collabs between Drea and I! We’re both so excited to share out very long baby with you and hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed writing it! - mimi <3

A/N (2): hi babes it’s drea taking over HAHAHA to repeat what mimi said, we are SO EXCITED to collab and work together to create this SUPER ANGSTY but also SUPER FLUFFY AND FUN fic! your feedback is highly appreciated! and if you like our writing, please like, comment, and reblog! we’d love to hear what you have to say! sending my love! - drea :)

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The night was young in your eyes. All the lights in the (L/N) household were off, aside from the nightlight in your bedroom. Despite it being nearly eleven at night, you and your best friend, Reggie Peters, were far from tired.

The soft humming from the radio was all that could be heard from your room, along with the occasional giggle from you or joke cracked by Reggie. You laid on your bed next to him, your legs tangled in the bedsheets. As much as you loved sleepovers with your best friend, you had to admit that Reggie’s growth spurt did not help your cramped situation.

“Your elbow is jabbing my ribs,” you grumbled, kicking Reggie towards the edge of your bed.

The boy only shoved you back, a playful smirk on his face. “You’re just jealous I’m taller than you now, Cookie,” he said triumphantly.

“I’m jealous you’re taking up all the space on my bed, dork,” you shot back, kicking hard enough to push him over the edge. Reggie let out a yelp before hitting the ground, groaning upon the impact. You fell into a fit of giggles as you peeked over the edge of your bed to see a pair of narrowed blue-green eyes and a scowl. “Sorry, Flicka,” you squeaked.

Reggie glared at you jokingly, rubbing his elbow in pain. “No you’re not,” he whispered back.

“Yeah, I’m not.”

You swung your legs over the edge of your bed, standing up to reach -well almost- Reggie’s height. You frowned at his arm, gingerly taking it into your hands. The boy winced upon first touch, but relaxed in your grasp. “Does it hurt a lot?” you asked in a concerned voice.

Reggie shrugged his shoulders. “It’s whatever,” he responded nonchalantly, but the pain in his voice was visible.

You raised an eyebrow at your best friend. “You don’t have to pretend to be all strong and tough,” you reminded him.

The taller boy sighed, a pout adorning his lips. “I know,” he murmured. “But we’re starting middle school soon. I should be ‘all strong and tough.’”

Snorting, you shook your head. “Who cares about that nonsense?” you exclaimed in a hushed voice. “We all feel pain, that’s not a bad thing. Besides, it’s just me, Flicka. You don’t need to put up an act.”

Reggie’s lips turned upwards as he looked into your eyes. Everything just felt right at the moment. The smile on your face. The redness in his cheeks. The moonlight reached the window and illuminated the room. It was perfect.

The radio, forgotten by the two of you, started to play a new song. Your song.

“You got a fast car

I want a ticket to anywhere”

Glancing up at Reggie, you could both tell you were thinking the exact same thing.

“Dance with me, Flicka?” you asked, giving his hands a squeeze.

Reggie’s face burned in embarrassment as you moved his hand to your waist. “I’m not any good at this, you know that, Cookie,” he muttered, resting his chin on top of your head.

You scoffed, starting to sway along to the music. “Just follow my lead, Reggie. I promise I won’t leave you hanging.”

There, the two of you swayed silently to the music. The moon shined bright from your window, making the blue and green in his eyes shine brighter than usual. Reggie watched as you moved your head so that it laid against his chest. You could hear his heart practically beating out of his chest, making you giggle softly.

“Flicka? you spoke up in a hushed tone. Reggie only hummed in reply. You took a deep breath. “Promise me you’ll never leave me?”

Reggie looked out the window, seeing a glimpse of both of your reflections through the glass. “I’d never leave you, Cookie.”

“You promise?” you whispered.

“I promise.”

That was your first broken promise. The first broken promise upon millions. Reggie told you he’d never leave you, that he’d always be your friend.

Funny how fragile promises can be.

That was nearly seven years ago. The late nights spent doing who knows what, listening to the radio seemed like a distant memory from a past life.

Now your days were spent alone in the library, bent over textbooks determined to ace your classes to get a scholarship and go to a good college. You wouldn’t make your parents pay for that. That was asking too much of them.

You weren’t sure where Reggie was, or what he was doing. Once you both were in middle school, he found himself new friends, and apparently a band, too. Even though you weren’t on speaking terms, you had listened to his music every once in a while. You knew he was destined for big things. Those big things just didn’t include you.

But that was fine. Your entire life wasn’t centred around some boy from your childhood. You had school and your family. So, for you, that meant signing up for all the most challenging classes and studying your ass off for all of them.

You didn’t want to admit it but this class was killing you. Your pride always got in the way. Most of the time, you believed you were capable of passing every class with flying colours. But, there was no denying this class was more difficult than the others. How were you supposed to know what effects the Great Depression had on farmers of that era? You weren’t them and they were all dead.

Your tired eyes drifted over to the clock and you sighed as you realized what time it was. Packing your things, you left the library and dragged your feet to your algebra class.

Sitting patiently in the front row while your teacher explained the lesson plan you barely even registered the faint knock on the door frame, but when you turned your head up your expression changed from one neutral to a scowl.

He hadn’t changed a bit. Aside from the whole outfit -he definitely switched his old sports sweatshirts for leather jackets sometime in freshman year- he was the same old Reggie Peters. The same dark hair, piercing blue-green eyes, and rosy red cheeks.

“Um, sorry I’m supposed to be in algebra with Mr. Milenika, I just got transferred.” the dark hair teen said, running a hand through his hair and shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Yes, Mr. Peters correct?”

Reggie nodded wordlessly. Your heart was beating out of your chest. Not from nerves, but is pure hatred for the boy. He couldn’t be in this class. He just couldn’t. Why would the universe do that to you?

“Very well, take a seat.”

Reggie walked into the class, eyeing where to take a seat when he noticed the only open spot was next to you.

His features hardened and he threw his bag down next to the empty desk, pulling out the chair and sitting in it with a loud thump.

“Flicka,” you spat.

“Cookie,” he nodded with a hiss in return.

“Great, I take it you two know each other?” Mr. Milenika asked, unaware of the drama that was associated with whatever relationship you and Reggie had. It was a stretch to say you even had one.

You and Reggie gave him a bitter “Yes.”

Mr. Milenika, never one who was ever good at differentiating bitterness and normal answers, beamed at the two.

“Good, because even though this is a math class, I will make you work with your partner quite often. So I suggest you get to know whoever is sitting next to you.” Your body stiffened. As if it couldn’t get any worse, Mr. Milenka never failed to disappoint.

Mr. Milenika continued on, explaining the rest of the plan for the class, but you seemed unable to concentrate, entirely focused on the boy who was now sitting next to you. With his stupid face and stupidly strong cologne, you couldn’t focus at all on whatever was on the board. It was as though you were in a haze, and all you could think about was him.

It had been years since you’d last spoken, not to mention you barely saw him in the halls anymore. He was notorious for skipping class to go rehearse with his so-called band while you were quite the opposite. Never missing a day, no matter what it took.

“Never thought you were one for staring,” he whispered under his breath and you scoffed.

“Oh so we don’t talk for seven years and you think now’s a good time to start?”

“Yeah, I do, cause then I could tell you how stupid those shoes look,”

“I’m literally just wearing converse, you are too Reginald,” you spat.

“Shut up!” he said, raising his voice slightly.

“You first!” you said, voice becoming louder. Was it a childish comeback? Perhaps, but you weren’t one to back down, no matter how stupid your comebacks were.

Now the whole class was listening, even Mr. Milenika had stopped teaching to observe what was going on with his students and just as he was about to intervene it seemed the debate had gotten worse.

“Me? shut up? You’re the one who was always bossing me around and telling me what to do! I could never get in a word with you!” Reggie snapped back.

“That’s because you were too thick-skulled to listen to anything I had to say!” you hissed, not realizing the audience you had. “Who knows Flicka maybe if you had you wouldn’t have failed this class last term!”

“That was uncalled for!” Reggie exclaimed, now standing from his chair. “And it’s not my fault the tutor bailed on me because it was a conflict of interest. This isn’t Judge Judy (Y/N)! If anything it’s your fault!”

“You manipulative little asshole!”

“Suck up!”

“Motherf-,”

“That’s enough!” Mr. Milenika yelled over both of you, causing you to shrink and turn to look at the very angry teacher. “Never in my years of teaching have I seen such barbaric behaviour! That’s two months' detention. Both of you! Now go to Mrs. Hillside’s office, immediately.”

Reggie angrily grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder, kicking a stray chair on his way out while you followed close behind in a much quieter fashion.

You had no words as you entered the principal’s office, sitting across from her desk while Reggie took the seat next to yours.

It was your first day back from the holiday. Your first day back and you finally had a conversation with your childhood best friend in seven years and got two months of detention with said childhood best friend. Your heart ached at the thought of the big flaw printed on your record. You only had Reggie to blame.

Purposefully, you shuffled away from him and he rolled his eyes as Mrs. Hillside finished her phone conversation with Mr. Milenika.

“Disrupting a class?” The woman exclaimed. “Foul language? Damaging school property?” Your face burned at each accusation.

Mrs. Hillside glared at you. “Ms.(L/N),” she addressed with a frown. “I did not expect such reckless and irresponsible behaviour from a promising student like you. I’m greatly disappointed.”

Tears threatened to fall from your eyes. “Please don’t make it go on my record,” you whimpered, your voice cracking.

The woman pressed her lips together. “You’re lucky this is your first detention, Ms.(L/N).” You released the breath you had no idea you were holding.

“Kiss ass,” Reggie muttered.

You narrowed your eyes at the boy, prepared to shoot back another comeback when your principal had something far better.

“I find that rich from you, Mr. Peters,” she laughed humorlessly. “Remind me, how many detentions did you have last term?” The boy’s cheek flushed, instantly shutting his mouth. You held back a laugh as to not get a snapback of your own from the teacher. “Now as much as this is infuriating, you both do have a class that I believe would be in your best interest not to miss. So we’ll draw up a schedule for these two months of detention and then you can return to your class in an orderly fashion. You understand?”

“Yes ma’am,” you nodded and Reggie just shrugged, if he blew this for you, well let’s just say there wouldn’t be any evidence of the crime.

“So let’s make this three days a week for two months. Thursday, Friday and Saturday and the hours will vary from time to time depending on the tasks you need to complete.”

“Three times a week?” Reggie exclaimed. “Mrs. Hillside, I have band practice-”

“And I’m losing my patience,” she cut him off. “Now go back to class before I make it four detentions a week.”

You squeaked a quiet “Thank you” before picking up your things and leaving the principal’s office. Speeding down the hallways, you didn’t hear Reggie catching up close behind you. When you saw a blur of black and red in the corner of your eye, you fought the urge to turn your head.

“Stupid Reggie Peters,” you muttered under your breath. “Stupid algebra class. Stupid Mr. Milenka and his stupid detention. Stupid-”

“Are you talking to me, Cookie?” Reggie spoke up, making you jump in surprise. By that time, you were already at the door of your algebra class.

You pressed your binder close to your chest, shooting the boy a pointed glare. “I hate you,” you said, opening the door just enough for you to slip through and slam in Reggie’s face.

You didn’t dare speak when you returned back to class, not wanting to try your luck and possibly extend your already long detention.

Reggie seemed to be thinking the same thing, possibly except he didn’t have his record on the line it was that stupid band practice of his. If he had spent as much time studying as he did practicing maybe you wouldn’t be in this situation because he would have passed the class in the first place.

You knew that you’d need to spend time catching up tonight so you didn’t even bother paying attention to the lesson. Anger bubbled in your chest as you mindlessly wrote notes for the class, not processing anything at all. Occasionally, you would notice a pair of blue-green eyes staring at you, only for them to turn back to the board each time you would look back.

You couldn’t even look each other in the eye. How were you supposed to last two months of detention with him?

Finally, the bell rang and allowed you to escape the confinement that was the loud stares of your classmates as you headed to your first assigned detention. Cleaning up the backroom of the library.

Reaching the library, you were met with the librarian, Mr. Mallard. The old man was hunched over a box filled with books, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose. It seemed as though he didn’t realize you were right behind him, so you awkwardly cleared your throat.

Mr. Mallard jumped, turned around to see you nervously waving at him. “Oh, Ms. (L/N), I didn’t see you there.” You waved his comment off.

“Not a problem,” you said with a kind smile. You mentally let out a sigh of relief. Good thing Mr. Mallard was nicer than the rest of the teachers here.

“I was just listening to music,” he explained, nodding at the radio playing soft music. He looked back at you. “You know I used to be a dancer back in my day? Now, I got this bad back, so I’m stuck here with you rascals.” You laughed at the man as he tried to snap his fingers and sway his hips to the music. “Ah, I got too carried away, sorry, dear. Now I must be getting old because I could have sworn there were supposed to be two of you here with me.”

You nodded, looking around for the boy in a leather jacket and red flannel, but came up empty. “He must be running late,” you told him.

Mr. Mallard frowned. “Well, I guess we can wait for him,” he settled, sitting down on his desk chair. “Feel free to take a seat over there until he comes in.”

Reggie came in a few minutes later, tossing his bag onto one of the chairs and placing his bass guitar on the table.

“The usual Mr. Mallard?” Reggie asked and the older man gave him a nod. It seemed Reggie had become familiar with the library as you had, just in a different way. “Well what are you waiting for?” he looked at you unimpressed. “The faster we start the faster we leave.”

You didn’t say a word, only followed him into the back room where you’d be organizing some old books, boxes and trophies

You stepped into the room, squinting at the shadows of assorted boxes. It was completely dark.

“Well, come on, Cookie,” Reggie said, giving you a shove. “We don’t have all day.”

You took in a shaky breath. “It’s dark,” you pointed out.

Reggie rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I think we’ve established that,” he said. “Let’s just find the light switch and start cleaning.”

You nodded, blindly searching along the walls for that damn switch. Not noticing the small box on the floor, you kicked it aside, spilling all sorts of books onto the floor. You squeaked in fear, grabbing the first thing in sight. Of course, that had to be Reggie’s hand.

You whipped your head around, face red in embarrassment. Lucky for you the darkness of the room prevented him from seeing that. “Sorry,” you muttered.

Reggie scoffed at you. “Still scared of the dark?” he asked in a teasing voice.

“Still sleep with that horse plushie of yours?” you shot back.

Reggie glared at you but didn’t say anything else. Without letting go of your hand he flicked on the switch and the room filled with a dim orange hue.

“You can let go now,” you said, trying to shimmy your hand away from his, only prompting him to grip harder.

“What are you scared of me now?” he asked with a smirk and you scowled, ripping your hand away from his.

“Let’s just clean, like you said, the faster we get this done the faster we can go home.”

The room was silent aside from the noises of books falling against the floor, making a quiet thud. You made a small area of your own in the back of the room, a stack of boxes hiding your view of Reggie. But from the lack of noises made in his part of the room, you could tell he wasn’t doing anything productive.

You poked your head out of your small space, frowning at the boy. He was sitting on the floor, slouching as he scribbled on a dusty piece of paper.

“Hey!” you called out, throwing an old yearbook in his direction.

Reggie barely ducked in time, sitting up and turning in your area. “What the hell?” he yelled.

“We’re supposed to be working on cleaning this room!” you snapped. “You aren’t doing shit, Flicka.”

“I did clean,” he muttered. “I just had an idea for the band-”

“That stupid band! Why can’t you just stop for once in your life and focus on what’s in front of you,” you scowled, frustrated that even now you were the one stuck doing all the work. Seemed like maybe things hadn’t changed much from seven years ago.

“Maybe if you loosened a screw or two we wouldn’t need to have this conversation,”

“Just shut up Reginald, you have no idea what it means to take responsibility for something. You haven’t changed and you never will.”

Reggie was about to come back with a retort when the door to the backroom swung open and Mr. Mallard came in with a smile on his face.

“Could I get you kids some snacks?” he asked kindly.

“Always, you’re the man Mr. M.” Reggie grinned, completely ignoring you and giving the librarian a high five from where he sat on the ground.

“I’m good Mr. Mallard,” you shook your head and he left you both with a nod of his head and promised to be back with some assortment of fruits and such.

After your first detention, it was safe to say that all hope of fixing your friendship with Reggie went down the drain. It seemed as though every hour you spent with him gave you all the more reasons to throttle him and be glad he stopped talking to you back in middle school.

—

Detentions became just another regular part of your week, integrated with your studying and your part-time job at the cafe. So you were more than happy to take a minute and walk back home where you could take a minute to rest.

Unfortunately, the universe had other plans.

“Reggie!” a voice yelled. You took a deep breath as you tried to make yourself invisible. It was his friends, Luke, Alex, and Bobby. The friends he left you for.

Reggie’s face lit up as he walked past you, running over to his friends. “Hey guys!” he said with a toothy grin. “What are you doing here?”

Luke shrugged his shoulders. “We thought we might as well give you a ride to practice since we were already around here for lunch,” he explained nonchalantly.

Bobby sent his friend a glare. “You mean I gave you a ride,” he corrected, gesturing to the keys in his hand.”

Luke waved his comment off. “Details. Oh, who’s that?” Luke asked pointing over to you and you tried to pick up your pace before he eventually made his way to you.

“That’s just (Y/N),” Reggie shrugged. “We have detention together.” Luke approached you with an overexcited pep in his step. You tried to back away as subtly as possible, but you were stopped by a wall.

“You’re adorable!” he grinned, throwing an arm around your shoulder while you looked at him in a sort of odd confusion. “Your face is so cute and pink, kind of like a bunny! You know, growing up I had this bunny for a pet named Carrot. We’re adopting you, right boys?”

You ducked under his arm, trying to stay as polite as possible. “Oh, I’d love to be your friend and all,” you began nervously. “But um...I just have things to do and-”

“We’re. Adopting. You,” Luke said in a sickly sweet but firm voice. “Right boys?”

As you tried to slip out of his grasp and walk away, Alex, who was also coincidentally your lab partner, called out from the van.

“Hey (N/N), you need a ride?”

“No thanks! I’m fine walking,” you called back, but Luke didn’t want to take no for an answer. He ran up in front of you and scooped you in his arms, throwing you over his shoulder causing you to shriek in surprise.

“We’re taking you with us! Who knows what kind of dangerous types are wandering around LA.”

“At the moment I would think you’re one of them!” you exclaimed, squirming to have him put you down, before finally giving up when he tossed you in the van. “Could this constitute a kidnapping? I feel like it’s a kidnapping. Can I call the police?”

Reggie followed close behind the two of you, clearly not liking this at all. He had already spent enough time with you in detention. Now you’re with his friends? He took the backseat, right behind you. “Dude, come on,” Reggie said as Luke fastened your seatbelt before patting the top of your head. You shot the guitarist a glare. “I really don’t want to be arrested for kidnapping. Especially since it’s her. Lord knows she’ll manage to pin the charges on me.”

Luke rolled his eyes. “Nonsense,” he said. “We’re not kidnapping her. We’re making friends!”

“That’s not how making friends works, Patterson!” you yelled as he slid the van door closed.

While they were making their way to your house Luke seemed to glance at the time on the dash and gasped.

“Shit! Guys turn around we’re gonna be late for practice!”

“Practice, you said you were taking me home!” you exclaimed. “This is actually a kidnapping now! Flicka your friends suck!”

“Sorry Lady Bunny,” Luke shrugged and you whined.

Reggie groaned and banged his head on the seat in front of him while Bobby took a definitely illegal u-turn to go where they normally had their rehearsals.

The car stopped in front of a fairly nice house with a big studio. The boys filed out, leaving you grumbling in the back seat. Luke opened the door, bowing dramatically.

“Lady Bunny,” Luke said, reaching his hand out to you.

You scowled at the boy, crossing your arms on your chest. “I want to go home,” you muttered.

“No can do, Lady Bunny,” Luke said with a shrug of his shoulders. “We have practice to do.”

“Then I’ll walk home,” you whined.

Luke laughed at your frustrated face. “Can’t let you do that either,” he told you. “Besides, you’re too little and innocent to brave the world on your own.” Luke reached for your cheek, patting it softly until you turned your head and bit his finger. “Ouch!”

“Yeah, bunnies bite, dick head. This is holding an innocent party against their will and you will do jail time,”

“(N/N), just stick around this once, I’ll make sure you get home later,” Alex offered and you slouched in your seat and mumbled a “Fine,”

Alex patted your back and led you into the large studio where there was a girl with frizzy brown curly hair, sitting on a couch.

“Finally! What took you guys so long!” she sighed and stood up.

“We adopted a bunny, Rose!” Luke grinned and hugged you from behind tucking your chin in his shoulder. You rolled your eyes and mouthed help me, to the girl and she scrunched her nose as if to say, ‘sorry honey there isn’t anything I can do.’

Luke pulled you to the couch and sat you down. “Now you stay there while we practice, okay bunny?” he said, patting your head.

“If you’re good we might give you snacks,” Bobby added from behind Luke, snickering under his breath.

Rose shot both boys a pointed look. “Cut that out, you two,” she ordered. Rose sat next to you, patting your knee. “Can I get you anything? Water? A snack? You don’t have to do a flip for treats or whatever.”

You laughed in response, nervously playing with the hem of your sweater. “I’m fine, thank you,” you responded politely. “If anything I just want a ride home.”

Rose frowned, leaning against the pillow cushions. “I’d give you a ride but my sister took the car for today,” she explained apologetically. Rose could sense the awkward tension, and wanted to break the ice. “So which one of them is your boyfriend?”

You choked on air, not expecting her question. For once, you were thankful the band was blasting music. “I’m sorry?” you coughed, causing Rose to reach over to grab a water bottle from the table and offer it to you. You took a big gulp, sighing. “What made you think that?”

Rose hummed as she thought of her answer. “Well, you’re way too nervous around me,” she began. “And the boys all keep on looking at you. Alex is not your boyfriend because he’s currently talking to this guy in my English class. Bobby...definitely isn’t your type, now that I look at you. I considered Luke for a moment but he’s way too dedicated to music to date anyone but his six-string, you also just seemed way too annoyed by him, but what’s new. And now that leaves Reggie.” she looked over at the boy playing the bass. Reggie, who apparently was watching the two of you talk, quickly ducked his head, his cheeks visibly red. “You two have history, don’t you?”

You froze, eyes widening. “How did you-”

“I think you forgot we were in the same homeroom since fourth grade,” she laughed. “You and Reggie, you guys were glued at the hip. Don’t you have nicknames for each other or something?”

“I-I guess,” you shrugged, it wasn’t really something you used as a term of endearment anymore, but it was still there. “He was Flicka and I was Cookie,”

“Did you date?” she asked curiously, leaning in closer.

“No,” you shook your head. “Just friends. Used to be.” you corrected and Rose frowned, but before she could ask another question you stopped her. “If I have to sit here and wait for Alex to take me home you think we could talk about something else?”

“Sure,” Rose nodded, “Well in that case I think you should come around here more often,”

“What do you mean?” you nervously chuckled.

“I don’t know, I just think we’d be pretty good friends,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders.

You leaned your head on her shoulder, smiling at the warm feeling bubbling inside you. “Yeah,” you agreed in a quiet voice. “I’m starting to think so, too.”

—

“And then he told me I was annoying!” you hissed, angrily scribbling the data of your experiment onto your notebook. “Can you believe that? Him!”

Alex anxiously watched you as you reached for a pipette, squeezing the poor thing like it stole your money. “Really?” Alex only said in a shaky voice.

You nodded furiously, taking the indicator, not even caring to count out your drops and just pouring the purple liquid haphazardly into the Erlenmeyer flask.

“He’s-He’s just a… argh! I can’t stand him!” you waved your hands almost knocking over the whole buret and ring stand with a very strong molarity composition of hydrochloric acid in it causing Alex to let out a strangled yelp from the back of his throat.

“C-can you please at least stay ten feet away from the table?” he requested. “You’re going to either break something or send me to the hospital with an acid burn and I really would prefer if that didn’t happen.”

You placed your materials down, glaring at the blond boy. “What are you talking about?” you snapped, not meaning to take your anger out on your friend (and chemistry experiment, at that).

Alex placed his hands up in the air in defence. “Just-” he swallowed loudly, trying to think of the right words. “Maybe take a deep breath? I know Reggie gets you all angry and stuff, but please don’t put our lives and chemistry grade on the line.”

“Makes me mad is a fucking understatement,” you grumbled.

“Okay, we can start there,” Alex began, slowly moving the materials far away from you. “I think it’s reasonable and incredibly understandable that you dislike him. But do you really hate him?”

You scowled. “Yes, Alexander,” you said in a scarily calm voice. “As a matter of fact, I do. He’s a fucking pain in my ass and can go fuck himself for all I care. He’s rude, inconsiderate, and selfish beyond belief.”

“And why do you think that?”

“Alex, you’re not my therapist, stop acting like you have every right to be in my business when you don’t know a single thing about me!”

Alex didn’t respond to that comment, fearing what you might say next. You paused, noticing Alex’s uneasiness. “I’m sorry,” you only mumbled.

He nodded wordlessly, gently placing his hand over yours. “Don’t worry about it, (N/N),” he reassured you.

Silence followed, aside from the quiet mumbling of instructions for the experiment. Minutes in, you finally decided to break the silence.

“Because he left me,” you whispered in a broken voice.

Alex raised an eyebrow. “I’m sorry?” he said, genuinely not hearing you.

You sighed, placing your pencil and notebook down. “He left me for your stupid band. He got friends and I got nothing,” you explained further. You removed your glasses, wiping away a stray tear. “I probably shouldn’t even be mad at him, at this point. He’s moved on...and got popular and actually has something going on for himself. And me?” You laughed humorlessly at yourself. “I work a job to help mom and dad pay the bills and work my ass off so I can go to school and make a life for myself. No one told me trying for success would be so lonely.”

“(Y/N),” Alex said, frowning slightly.

You shook your head. “But he’s happy, isn’t he?” you asked. “Reggie. He’s smiling wider than I’ve ever seen before. Singing and playing the bass, dancing his heart out on stage. He never used to do those things with me.” You looked away from Alex, unable to take his pitiful gaze. “He’s changed while I’ve stayed the same. I’m stuck here, still moping about my past. Maybe he’s right. Maybe he is better off without me.”

“He’s not,” Alex said without even thinking.

“How could you say that? He’s clearly happier. It’s not like you can pretend you don’t see that,”

“But he’s not. He just replaced what he had, his friendship with you, with music. I might not know him as well as you, but it’s his coping mechanism. It hides all the bad things in life that he chooses not to deal with,”

“Reggie’s not like that,” you shook your head, refusing to believe what Alex was saying.

Alex, starting to get frustrated, slammed his hands on the edge of the table. “Dammit, (Y/N) can you just realize for one second that you don’t hate Reggie and that Reggie doesn’t hate you?” Your mouth remained closed, so Alex took it as an opportunity to push further. “You two talk my ears off about each other more than you realize. It’s always “Reggie did this” or “(Y/N) did that” can’t you two get your heads out of your asses and see that?”

“C-Can you take care of this, I’m just going to run to the washroom,” you murmured, not waiting for a response. You took off your goggles, gloves and lab coat, making your way to the courtyard, contrary to where you said you were going. Pulling your MP3 player out of your pocket you threw on a pair of battered headphones and turned the volume all the way up clicking on the familiar track of Fast Car maybe you couldn’t run away physically, but right now, your heart sure needed a break.

—

“You two will be with Mrs. Leona today in the dance room,”

“What does she need?” you asked with much confusion. Normally Saturdays were used for either sitting in silence or cleaning up some area of the school.

“She needs help choreographing the dance she’s going to use for the sophomore class next semester,” Mrs. Hillside explained. “Now go on, get dressed and meet her in the dance room.”

You and Reggie walked away to the locker rooms. A scowl was plastered on the boy’s face. “These detentions are getting more and more ridiculous each day,” he muttered.

Scoffing, you crossed your arms on your chest. “Well, that’s something we both can agree on.”

You parted ways for a short time to get changed before meeting back up again in the dance room where Mrs. Leona was already setting up and waiting for you both.

“Perfect! So glad you guys could make it,” she grinned.

“We have detention,” Reggie noted. “Not really much of a choice,” You shot the boy a glare, elbowing him roughly in the ribs.

“Right,” she chuckled. “Well, I’m working on a routine for my sophomores. Apparently, they think we’re doing the same thing over and over again so I’m going to give them something new for a change. I was thinking a partner assignment would work best.”

You and Reggie nodded as Mrs. Leona walked over to the stereo, popping in a CD and playing All That She Wants in the background on repeat while she would lead the stretches.

“Isn’t this song a little inappropriate to have sophomores dancing to? Or like even just to play in school?” you asked as you followed along.

Reggie rolled his eyes. “Of course that’s what you ask,” he muttered.

Mrs. Leona waved off your comment. “It’s fine,” she insisted. “It’s an upbeat song, and it’s “in,” so might as well give the kids a fun assignment.”

“Mrs. Leona, what kind of dance moves are you thinking?” Reggie asked curiously. “Because I’m not that good of a dancer and (Y/N) is practically so old she could break her hip by breathing.”

“I’m not old,” you snapped, crossing your arms on your chest.

“You sure act like it,” he shot back.

“You bit-”

“Enough talking!” Mrs. Leona cut you both off. “More dancing. Now I have a couple of ideas for you two, so make sure you’re really stretched out so you don’t pull something.”

You groaned, looking up at the ceiling. “What did I get myself into?”

—

“It’s a simple concept!” Mrs. Leona insisted after the millionth attempt. “You two are just so awkward with each other.”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. “Can you just explain it again, please?” you requested.

Mrs. Leona sighed, standing up to show you the dance sequence. “Reggie, take her hand and bring it to your lips. Step away, and (Y/N) you pull him back. Then Reggie turn so that you and (Y/N) are facing each other. At that point, you grab him by the shirt while he takes your waist, then he twirls you and goes in to dip you. Simple enough!”

Simple to maybe a Rockette, but not to a bassist and an awkward bookworm.

“Let’s take it from there, okay guys?”

You grumbled to yourself, positioning yourself in front of the boy. “This is way too much,” you muttered, mostly to yourself.

“Just shut up and do what she says,” Reggie hissed. “I don’t want to be any closer to you than I have to.”

When the music started playing, you felt Reggie’s fingertips trace down your arm to your hand, unknowingly creating a trail of goosebumps. Weaving his fingers with yours, he brought your intertwined hands up to his face, his lips ever so gently grazing your hand.

On beat, Reggie started to walk away from you, only for you to pull him back. His eyes met yours as you brought your other hand to his chest, balling the fabric of his shirt in your fist. You watched as he dropped his hand to your waist before pulling away to twirl you. The moment he pulled you back into his chest, you saw his cheeks redden. You were so close, close enough to smell that stupidly distracting cologne of his. You knew Reggie was just as flustered. His hand was getting clammy in yours. Before you could even process it, he dipped you down, making you gasp in surprise.

You didn’t even notice the music had stopped. All that was on your mind at that moment was Reggie. His eyes flicked down to yours, and you could have sworn you saw a hint of a smile on his lips.

The loud clapping coming from Mrs. Leona had snapped you out of your trance. Immediately regaining his composure, Reggie loosened his grip on you. You fell to the ground, hitting your elbow upon impact.

“Ass,” you muttered, rubbing your elbow in pain.

“If you’re saying I’ve got a good one then I agree,” he smirked and you scoffed loudly.

Mrs. Leona walked up to the two of you. “That was probably the best dancing I’ve seen from the two of you all morning,” she applauded. “And for that, you can take a five-minute break,”

“Oh thank God,” you whispered and flopped onto the ground, trying to relax your muscles. You tried to pull one leg over the other, stretching it out, but unable to turn properly in order to pull the tension out of your muscle.

Your eyes were closed so you didn’t notice Reggie coming closer and kneeling toward you, placing a hand on your thigh and pushing it down for you, causing you to open your eyes and see him practically leaning over top of you.

“Ow! Fuck! Too much,” you hissed and he loosened his grip. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Helping you stretch, you’re ancient so I thought I might be able to lend a hand,”

“Get your hand off me,” you said seriously.

“What,” he grinned, lifting his hand higher and causing your breath to hitch and slap his hand away and sit up, scooching back.

“Fuck off Flicka,” you said, the words barely able to leave your mouth, throat turning dry.

“Only trying to help, Cookie,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. He looked over at your arm, seeing as you winced with every movement. “Does it hurt a lot?”

You cradled your elbow. “It’s whatever,” you mumbled in response, unconsciously mimicking his answer.

Reggie scoffed, leaning back on his hands. “Say what you want, Cookie, but I know when you’re lying. You can’t pretend around me.” You paused, vaguely remembering that night with the radio.

“I said I’m fine, Reggie,” you insisted firmly.

“Just let me see it,” he asked, crawling over to you, prompting you to scoot all the way back until you hit the mirror. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he frowned.

“That’s what you said seven years ago but I’ve learnt the hard way to take promises from you with a grain of salt,” you said venomously.

Reggie paused, moving back to his spot, far away from you. “Fine,” he simply said. “But don’t act like you were the only victim. I got hurt, too.”

You opened your mouth to respond when Mrs. Leona walked back into the room with three water bottles. “Well, I’m back. Are you two rested enough to continue?”

You shook your head. “Mrs. Leona, um I think it’s probably time we head back to Mrs. Hillside’s office,” you suggested. “It’s erm, late and I hurt my elbow, so…”

Mrs. Leona nodded understandingly. “Yes, of course, I forgot how much time had passed. You two work so well together, I might as well keep you guys in my class!” You laughed nervously before grabbing your things and waving goodbye. You didn’t bother looking back at Reggie. There was nothing left to say.

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im-in-love-with-pizza-bites · 3 years

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CONGRATS ON 300! Can I get dialogue prompt 5 and Owen Joyner please! 💛

Fair Fun

Owen Joyner X Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Owen go to the state fair together.

Warnings:

Prompt: 5. "A kiss on top of a Ferris wheel is so cheesy and cliché." "We're still going to though right?" "Obviously."

A/n: thank you! Of course you can! 300 follower Prompt event

A state fair the best place to find bad food, rickety rides, and rigged games. Also the best place for dates. Which is why you and your boyfriend found yourselves there on a Saturday afternoon.

"So what should we do first?" Owen asked you once the two of you got out of the car.

"Well we should save the Ferris wheel for last. So let's play the ring toss first!" You said excitedly.

"Okay!" Owen said following you. "Okay, Baby I got this." He threw the ring but it fell. "Oh."

You laughed taking a ring from him and tossing it. It hit the bottle and fell. Owen smirked throwing the last one.

"Aw dangit!" Owen exclaimed as it fell. "What next?"

"Let's ride the Bumper cars!" You suggested.

"Okay."

The two of you rode a few rides and played some games before you decided to find food then found a bench near the Ferris wheel to sit while you are.

"So it's getting late and the fair is about to close so next is the Ferris wheel right?" Owen asked you smirking.

"Sure but a kiss on top of a Ferris wheel is so cheesy and cliché." You said taking a bite of your food.

"We're still going to though right?" He asked you.

"Obviously." You scoffed.

"Good." He smiled at you. You two stayed silent as the two of you ate. "Okay let's get in line!" He said once you two finished.

"Let's go then." You pulled him along getting in the back of the line. "It so tall." You looked up at it. "Have you ever seen the Smurf movie?"

"Yeah why?"

"Well, you know that scene with the Ferris wheel? Where it rolls away. What if that happens."

"That isn't going to happen! Don't put that in my head!" He exclaimed fixing his baseball cap.

"Hey sorry, it's from a movie about tiny blue men I doubt it's gonna happen." You assured him.

"Hey, anything can happen!" Owen said moving up in line.

"Well seeing as that movie took place in New York I think, I doubt it would happen here. Nothing interesting happens around here." You said rolling your eyes at your boyfriend.

"Hey that's not true. Plenty of interesting things happen."

"Whatever." You laughed, finally at the front of the line you were getting excited. "Come on." You pulled him onto the booth.

"We're definitely kissing when we get to the top right?" Owen asked you when the two of you sat down.

"Well duh why do you think I want to ride this? It could roll away while we're in it!" You said. The worker looked at you weird as he pushed the bar down.

"He probably thinks we're crazy." Owen laughed as the Ferris wheel started moving.

"We kinda are." You shrugged leaning you head on his shoulder as you looked at the view. "Look how beautiful this is."

"Not as beautiful as you." He smirked. You looked up at him and rolled your eyes.

"That was so cheesy but thank you." You smiled at him.

"Babes I have a hundred cheesy jokes. I've been waiting to use them all." He said happily.

"Don't use them all right now." You pleaded.

"Fine." He leaned his head on your shoulder looking at the view with you.

You made it to the top of the Ferris wheel. Owen moved his head looking at you before leaning in to kiss you. You met him halfway.

"That's my favorite cliché." Owen smiled.

"Mine too."

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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 !!

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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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mystic-writings · 3 years

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exposed | owen patrick joyner

PAIRING — owen patrick joyner x fem!reader

SUMMARY — you and owen accidentally reveal your relationship to the public during an instagram live

WARNINGS — fluff

WORD COUNT — 1,318

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You were surprised at both yourself and Owen for how long you managed to keep your relationship a secret, especially since Owen wasn’t a very good secret keeper in general.

You both met on the first day of shooting for Julie and The Phantoms - you were playing Carrie’s sister - and from there a friendship formed. There was something there, something you were both too scared to bring up, let alone act on. He treated you differently than the others, and so did you. He gave you his sweaters and almost always had an arm on or around your shoulder, claiming that you were the perfect height for an armrest. You alway shared your snacks with him, but never with anyone else, and he was the first person you went to about anything, no matter how stupid it was.

But after filming ended he went back to Norman and you went to Austin, Texas, to visit your family, keeping in touch with constant FaceTime calls and spending hours texting each other, he finally suggested that you come see him before you went back to LA. From there, things just evolved and now you’d been dating for almost 10 months, having made it official mere weeks before the first quarantine started.

The release of the show on Netflix in September along with Paul Becker’s behind the scenes videos, put a lot of pressure on you and Owen to keep your relationship private, something you both agreed to do when you started dating. Keeping your dating life out of the public eye was something you both preferred, especially since you were co-stars. You told the fans that you were just roommates, although there was a lot of speculation around your relationship lately.

Currently, there was a video going around of Owen resting his arm on your shoulder and laughing at something you were showing him on your phone before removing the snapback he wore as part of his costume and putting it on your head, covering your eyes. That was a fun day both on and off screen, and what made the video funnier to you and Owen was that Paul didn’t catch Owen taking off and you following after him, jumping on his back and nearly taking both of you to the floor.

You decided that both the lighting and your overall mood were good enough to go live on Instagram for a little while, praying that no one asked questions about the video, or you and Owen. You pressed the button to go live and put your phone down on the shelf under Owen’s TV, propping it up against the wall. “How’s it going, guys?”

Comments and hearts came flooding in and you could barely read them, but the ones you could see made you laugh. People were screaming about the earlier mentioned clip, talking about how cute you and Owen were being. You managed to read one out before it disappeared in the sea of comments, “What’s living with Owen like?”

“Fun. A lot of the time we play ping pong or watch stuff on the TV, but sometimes he lets me do face masks and stuff. Ooh! And I get to steal his clothes.” With a cheeky smile, you stood back far enough to reveal that you were wearing Owen’s ‘beans’ shirt. You laughed as you walked back up to your phone, watching the comments about how you were wearing the shirt, which, according to the fans, meant that you were dating.

“Guys, guys, calm down. Owen and I aren’t dating, we’re just roommates.” You denied the fans comments, but laughed when they repeated the singular phrase, ‘oh my god they were roommates.’

You went to the bedroom to lie down, since Owen would be back with the stuff you needed to make dinner with soon and you didn’t want to bother him with the live. You answered a few questions, told people about your day and random things Owen said throughout the day, and you seemed to be keeping them entertained with everything.

They seemed satisfied when you told them stuff about Owen and what he was like, which made you happy since talking about him was one of your favourite things to do. For a while, the live video was going well, until you heard the front door open and slam shut. “Y/n?”

Instantly the chat blew up at the sound of Owen’s voice and you laughed. “In here, O!”

You heard him shuffling closer and decided not to acknowledge the live video right now, which was your first mistake. The door opened and you smiled at Owen, who smiled back, before running straight at you and jumping onto the bed. You screamed when he came at you, laughing as your body raised off the mattress for a split second.

Owen immediately cuddled into you and for a second, you forgot that there were 15,000 people watching the semi-intimate moment as you wrapped your arm around Owen’s back and he pressed his head into your chest. Instinctively, you kissed the top of his head, which was covered by his beanie, before realizing that your fans just saw everything that happened.

You immediately ended the live, closing your phone and putting it face down on your stomach, eyes wide and staring at the ceiling. Owen noticed how you tensed and lifted his head from your chest to look at you. “You okay babe?”

“I forgot I was on live.” Your words came out in a horrified whisper and Owen paled beside you.

“Oh shit.”

“Yeah.” You nodded. Owen sat up and you followed, putting his hand on your knee.

He looked at you before pressing a kiss to your head. “It’s okay. We’ll figure it out, I promise.”

You sat in the silence for a little, silently thinking what you could do. Suddenly, Owen broke the silence. “I mean, would it be bad if we went public?”

“No, I don’t think so.” You said. “I mean, everyone’s already convinced we’re dating. Plus, we’ve been dating for almost 10 months, I think we both know neither of us is going anywhere anytime soon.”

Owen laughed and you smiled at him, holding out your hand for him to take. “So, what do you say, O? Wanna break the internet with me?”

“I wouldn’t wanna do it with anyone else.” Owen smiled. He took your hand and stood up, pulling you from the bed and into the living room.

Soon enough you set your phone up where it normally was when one of you went live, under Owen’s TV. His phone was connected to your large bluetooth speaker in the corner of the room and you started swaying to the beat of the old song, one that your grandparents and their parents danced to at some point in their relationships.

Owen’s hand was around your waist and yours was around his middle, the other hand intertwined with his. You kept your head peacefully on his chest as you moved at a slow and steady pace of the famous “It’s Been a Long Long Time”, the same way Peggy and Steve did at the end of the last Avengers movie.

Dancing was a common occurrence between you and Owen. Whether it be jumping around to old pop songs in the kitchen while you made dinner or just like this, when you put on the really old songs and swayed gently in the living room, just enjoying each other’s presence - there was always a time to dance.

You looked up at Owen as you spun around in a slow circle, only to find that he was already looking at you. A gentle smile crossed your face and he dipped his head, capturing your lips in a soft, loving kiss.

It didn’t take long for your fans to go crazy when you posted the video on Instagram, paired with a simple caption, “He’s my loverman 💕”

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You’ll always be the answer

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x Fem Reader

Requested: YES💚

Summary: For the first time Charlie and Y/N have to do an interview together and things get pretty interesting and chaotic as always with the couple.

*In the wired autocomplete section the part of the question that was covered will be in bold*

Pretty much based in the we say we’re friends world, (yes, again😤 I love their dynamic I’m sorry) you only need to know that Y/N is a musician by profession, wrote the JATP soundtrack, a childhood friend of Charlie and now his current girlfriend.

The couple is completely excited because today they have their first interviews after the confirmation of the second season of Julie and The Phantoms, and usually they are not on the same interview team so this is new. Charlie always does them with the band and the singer usually does them with director Kenny Ortega representing the people behind the scenes.

“Hello everyone, I’m Charlie Gillespie and I play Luke in Julie And The Phantoms.”

“And I’m Y/N Y/L and I play Daniela in Stardust.”

“Baby, you are here today as the songwriter of the album.”

“I know?” She thinks for a few seconds until she realizes what she said. “Oh. Well, this is embarrasing. Make my selfpromo accident worthwhile and watch Stardust after watching JATP!”

“Nice safe, beautiful. Pretty natural.” Her boyfriend teases as she smiles proudly.

“I like to believe I could be an actress.” Charlie begins to laugh at the seriousness with which she answered and looks at her, full of happiness. He loves that they can enjoy moments like this where their careers can go exactly on the same track.

They know that it will not always be this way so they should make the most of the experience.

“I’m excited to have you back, Y/N. And a pleasure to meet you Charlie. You both sure are full of amazing energy, I love it. Let’s start with the questions. Charlie, this is your first leading and in a fairly complete role, you acted, sang, danced and even wrote one of the songs, how was the experience?”

“Pure magic. They are all incredibly talented and so supportive of us, they worked so hard to unleash our full potential in an accelerated manner. They had a lot of patience with me in the dance part, they taught me to use my voice properly, they supported me in the change to electric guitar, it was simply a dream to work with every single person in the project.”

“Sounds amazing. Next question is for you, Y/N. Much has been said about the unreal chemistry between Julie and Luke. How was it for you as his girlfriend to have to witness it live? As I understand you were present throughout the recording."

"Oh man, it was awesome!" Charlie laughs at her pure response and the interviewer looks at her in disbelief.

"I'm Team Juke all the way. I know I may sound like a liar or something since I'm the girlfriend, but here's the thing.

I can't see my Char in Luke. Charlie is so good at bringing him to life that I can't believe that cool rockstar is my adorable goofball. It’s like Clark and Superman with the glasses thing. Beanie and electric guitar? Oh, hi Luke. You are so hot, wait... don’t tell Charlie I said that! Bandana and acoustic guitar? Hey baby, give me a kiss in the forehead and sing me to sleep.

What I was saying again? Oh, yeah. So... I see Juke and I’m soft, they are perfect for each other.”

“So you think Luke is hot, huh.” he pretends to be jealous and folds his arms.

“What can I say, I have a thing for rockstars, my legs melted during now or never."

He snorted a laugh. “Good to know.”

The interviewer cannot contain a laugh of her own.

"It's always a pleasure to have you here, Y/N. You are such a character and I always enjoy listening to you, and I love that even though the years go by and you are no longer so new in the industry you continue to have that fresh and iconic personality."

“Thank you so much Maria, If I can be myself here it is thanks to the beautiful atmosphere that your interviews always have.”

“My pleasure, ‘golden star’. Let’s continue. Y/N, We know you already knew Charlie, but who did you get along with better from the rest of the cast?”

“Oh my, definitely Owen. He was Charlie's roommate throughout the project so we hang out together a lot in our free time taking turns as third wheel. I'm pretty sure he's going to apply the same card to me this second season now that I'm gonna be the roommate.

But it’s okay, I totally deserve it. May the best third wheel win, Joyner!” Charlie grins and does a fistbump with his girlfriend who looks really hyped about going back to Canada with the band.

“I’m rooting for you, girl! Let’s go back to Charlie a little bit. The album that Y/N wrote is a resounding success and a very important piece for the series to be as brilliant as they are. I imagine that the four of you have a special affection for the album, but how do you feel that your girlfriend was the one who wrote a soundtrack of that level for such a special project in your career?”

Charlie looks so proud. He looks at her in a way that makes the young woman blush.

“I’m just so blessed that the things happened they way they did. She’s the love of my life, you know? I couldn't be more proud to sing her songs. She has always been insanely talented and nothing gives me more happiness that knowing she gets to do what she loves and is able to share it with the world.”

The singer's eyes water and she puts her head on the actor's shoulder, who kisses her hair sweetly.

“You two are so pure and so cute to watch, I have a new favorite celebrity couple.”

They continue the interview for a few more minutes and then they have to move on to the second section, in which they are handed some boards with the most searched questions on the internet regarding them.

“Okay guys, introduce yourselves again. I’m not going to be in the segment this time so you’ll have to help each other.”

Both agree without confessing that they have seen videos of this segment until 5 in the morning when they have nothing to do the next day and have sleepovers.

“Hi, we are Charlie Gillespie and Y/N Y/L and will be doing the wired-autocomplete interview today!”

“Okay handsome, let’s start with yours.” Charlie smiles and takes the sign in his hands, while his girlfriend removes the first tape and reveals the first question.

“Does Charlie Gillespie have a girlfriend?” Charlie smiles proudly and kisses his girls nose.

“I do, and she’s so adorable.” He touches gently her cheek and she closes her eyes at his touch.

He gives her a light kiss in the forehead and then uncovers the next question.

“What is Charlie Gillespie like in real life.”

“I’ll answer this one, Char’s a total goofball. He is cheerful, funny, always full of energy, talented, caring, and really, really hot. All done, next question!”

He laughs while blushing and reveals the next one. “Is Charlie Gillespie married?”

“Well I tried but someone ate the ring.”

“I would do it again, it was really good. Answering the question, he is not yet, but he is taking too long, maybe one of these days I will declare myself.”

He opens his eyes wide, he knows very well that his girlfriend is capable of doing it, and honestly he wants to be who does it, so he makes a mental note to prepare everything soon. Thank god he is working on the rings already.

“It’s Y/N still dating...”

“If the question says Ross Lynch I’m goin’ to lose it. No shade though, man.”

She laughs, after the James Larkin show, a lot of people showed anger as they felt that she was a much better match with the blonde, and Charlie couldn't help but feel a bit offended.

“...Charlie Gillespie! Yes, baby!” Both high five, Charlie looks almost relieved, is adorable.

“The answer is always yes folks, get use to it.”

“Who is Y/N’s best friend?”

“Well, this one is easy.” She turns to see Charlie and gives him a flirtatious little smile. He blushes and reaches out to kiss her, but she answers the question just before their lips touch.

“Ross Lynch.” She leans over and presses her lips against his for a few seconds as Charlie reacts to her response and then gapes in disbelief.

“You did nOT.” He laughs and and wrinkles his nose feigning annoyance.

“Yes I dID. But to be honest, has to be this man right here. Not a lot people know this but we’ve been best friends all our lives, so yeah. You baby, of course.” He blushes and kisses her hand, clearly happy with the answer.

“Is Y/N going to be in Julie And The Phantoms S2?”

“Will you?” He asks, genuinely curious. She never tells him what Kenny secretly confesses her about the project so as not to be unfair to the other members of the band.

“I will, but probably still back the scenes, guys. I'm really enjoying this part and learning from the best of the best so I am very happy not to be in front of the camera for now.”

“And you are doing an amazing work, love.” She grins and kisses his cheek.

“Thank you for watching us being ridiculously corny for 30 minutes, don't forget to watch Julie and the Phantoms Season 2 only on Netflix! I feel sorry for that poor people that will have to see how cheesy we are.”

“We were still recording Y/N, but never mind. The editing team has a lot of work ahead.”

“Well, damn. I’m sorry guys!” Charlie laughs for the thousandth time today. There is nothing better in life than sharing your days with your best friend. He can't wait to formalize that ‘forever’.

Thank you for reading✨

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Protocol - Part. I

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x fem!reader; JaTP cast together; mentions of Owen Joyner x fem!reader

Summary: based on the song Protocol by The Vamps; or in which Charlie tries to deal with the aftermath of his fall-out with Y/n.

Words: 6,5K with the lyrics.

Warnings: pure angst, couple swear words maybe, mention of alcohol

Author’s note: I will began this author’s note with an apology to all who will read this. I’m sorry, for what I’m about to put you through. It’s a lot of angst. And when I say a lot, it’s the whole thing, so you’re warned. The idea came up to me when I innocently looked up the lyrics to Protocol by The Vamps, and well, this happened. It will be a three-parts imagine, all based on songs. I cried while writing this, and at the same time I was listening to the song; really not a good combination. In this part, and the following two, everyone has been aged a year (since it takes place in 2021). So basically, Y/N and Charlie are 23, Jeremy is 24, Owen and Savannah are 21, Madison is 17, Jadah is 16, Sasha is 18 and Tori is 20. Also, special thanks to my best friend @issaxcharlie for being my emotional support as I wrote, even if we were both a mess. I do hope you will enjoy this imagine, as much as I enjoyed writing it. (And I wanted you to know that I did not forget about the requests, I’m just having a hard time writing them. Bear with me)

Side notes: The lyrics to the song are in 𝒃𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒔; flashbacks are in italics, and what is between “quotes” in bold and italics are text messages.

Part Two -- Part Three

𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏’ 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏’ 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒍��𝒔𝒕

Charlie knew the moment she had slipped through his fingers. He had recently been too busy with work, being away in Vancouver to film the new Julie and the Phantoms season. He did not call her every night like he promised he would before leaving her alone in their shared apartment in Los Angeles. That’s when she began slipping through his fingers, and that was almost three months ago. She grew distant when he managed to squeeze in a call or two in his busy schedule, and she always dismissed his words of apology and the empty promises he made over the phone. Charlie knew his promises were empty, but he hoped she would at least believe them; believe his empty words. He knew he had lost when she did not bother to tell him about her day in college, like she would usually have done any other day. Their relationship was falling apart, and he believed himself to be the one to blame.

Charlie also remembered the day Y/n said she was leaving. He had managed to take a few days off from filming, flying back to Los Angeles in a hurry, excited to surprise her. Their fifth-year anniversary was coming up. But he hadn’t expected to be met with the entrance filled with brown boxes, all of them differently labelled, but always with her name on it.

His brows were knitted together in confusion, creasing a frown on his forehead and his nose scrunching up lightly, whilst his hazel green eyes landed on her lanky figure waltzing out of the kitchen with yet another brown box in her arms. The smile on his face fell completely, his gaze softening when she carefully placed the box at her feet.

The lines under her e/c eyes told him she had a rough day, the tiredness visible all over her features. Her h/c was tied in a high ponytail, a grey cardigan thrown over her shoulders and on top of a plain white shirt she had tucked into her black sweatpants. She was bare feet, as usual, but he knew the energy had worn-out of her body, the exhaustion she endured emanating from her.

“H-hey,” he whispered, taking a step ahead only to have her take a step back. “What are all those boxes for baby? What’s going on?”

He was clearly lost; he thought everything was fine between the two of them, she had seemed happy over the phone when he called her the previous night, to let her know he had more free time to call her every day. Charlie never thought she had been planning to leave.

“I’m moving back to my parents’.” She spoke slowly, her voice cold and empty from any emotions. “I can’t do this anymore Char.”

“W-what?” He asked, slightly stunned. “I don’t… I don’t understand.”

Y/n sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose with one hand as she ran the other through her ponytail, a low frustrated sigh stumbling upon her lips. She could feel the tears prickling her eyes, and she had to throw her head back to prevent them from rolling down her cheeks. She knew if she cried now, she would give into his warm embrace and back out from her plan. But she couldn’t do it anymore, not when she was suffocating.

For the past year, since the release of the first season of Julie and the Phantoms, Y/n had been the one to put all her efforts into the relationship. Where Charlie neglected her, she always made sure he had everything he needed because she loved him. She just couldn’t do it anymore, tired of always be the back picture of his life now.

“That’s the problem Charles,” she ended up saying, her eyes meeting his for the first time. “You never understand.”

“What do you mean baby?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I’m leaving. I’m going back to New Brunswick; my dad’s picking me up tomorrow.”

“But I thought… I thought we were fine.”

“We were… for a while. But I just can’t anymore. You’ve been neglecting me Charlie; for a whole year! I thought… I thought we could work this out, but I’m suffocating. I just… I can’t anymore…”

“I-I-I… I can try to fix this!” He exclaimed; the worry evident in his voice. “I’m sorry, please… let me fix this. I promise to do better. I-I-I… I love you Y/n!”

𝑵𝒐 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑺𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒆, 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔, 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒓

There was no room for forgiveness, as much as Charlie tried. Y/n was stubborn; he should know after been her best friend since they were seven and dating her since they were eighteen. Guilt slowly sunk down on him the next morning as he woke up in an empty bed. The left side of the mattress was cold, but the sweet scent of her vanilla shampoo still resided on the pillowcase she used to sleep on until last night, when she slept into the spare room of their apartment.

He heard the doorbell ring, pulling him out of the bed and he slipped on an old black sweater, making his way to the entrance hall, and he saw her standing in the doorway, hoisting brown boxes into her father’s arms who stood on the other side. He ran a hand through his sloppy brown hair, eyes fluttering shut for a short second, before he made her way towards her and helped her with the boxes that waited to be loaded into the trunk of her father’s car down in the parking lot. Y/n glanced at his figure, a grateful thin-lipped smile etching on her lips as they both headed for the elevator with the last of her boxes.

Charlie did not dare to cross the eyes of Mr. Y/L/N, knowing he was the reason behind Y/n’s broken heart. He did, however, see from the corner of his eyes the man load the remaining boxes and frames into the backseat of his car before Mr. Y/L/N took his seat behind the wheel and waited for his daughter.

Y/n stood in front of him, her hands stuffed in the pockets of her sweatpants. Her hair was tied in a make-shift bun on top of her head, the lines under her eyes a dead giveaway of the short night she had. But her lips still curved into a soft smile when she looked up to him.

“I’m sorry Y/n,” whispered Charlie, his voice wavering as he tried to hold back his tears. “Please… let me fix this, whatever this is… I-I-I… I love you…”

“I know.” Her voice didn’t waver despite the tears on her cheeks. “But this…” She waved a hand between the two of them. “Whatever we had… It has been broken for too long Charlie… Maybe it can be fixed, maybe it can’t.”

“I can try!” His voice cracked, not caring about the tears coming through. “Please baby, please. Let me try…”

“I can’t Charlie; not yet. If this… if whatever there was between us was meant to be, we’ll found our way back to each other one day. I just… I need time for myself, time to heal. And you bubs, you need time to sort yourself; understand what it is that you really want. I will always love you Charlie. Always.”

Y/n’s voice wavered for the first time since last night. One last time, she looked into his puffy red eyes; the hazel green colour of his irises glistening with the tears welling up in his orbs to follow the path of those already rolling down his cheeks.

She pressed the palm of her hands on each of his dampened cheeks, rubbing her thumbs over his reddened cheekbones to wipe away the tears; her touch soft against his skin, like it had always been. A small broken smile crept upon her lips for a second time, her e/c irises scanned his features silently, their heavy breath and the birds chirping being the only sound around them.

Charlie knew it would be the last time he’d be this close to her; he had messed up. But despite what he thought and the guilt he felt, he took it upon himself to enjoy this last shared intimate moment with her; the girl he had been in love with since he was eighteen.

His hands moved of their own accord, settling onto her hips, and he pulled her closer; their chest pressed against one another. His lips, chapped and dry, ghosted over hers, his eyelids dropping over his orbs in case she’d pull back and walk away from him. But she was the one to bring his face closer, closing in on the few inches separating them as she crashed her lips against his own; her own damp cheeks sticking to his.

Their lips moulded together, like every other time they shared a kiss, but both knew this one held a different meaning. He swiped his tongue against her lips, and she granted him access one last time, their tongue fighting each other for some kind of control over the other, as if their life depended on it.

Y/n let him be in control, tears slowly falling down her cheeks like candlewax, and only pulled away when she needed air. She licked her lips, the feeling of his own lips lingering on hers, and she glanced one last time at him, caressing the side of his face. She allowed her hand to run through his hair, twirling a strand around her fingers before she let her hand fall back to her side.

A trembling exhale stumbled upon Charlie’s lips as he watched her turn her back towards him, opening the passenger’s door of her father’s car and getting inside the vehicle.

He could see the suitcases, the brown boxes, the frames and the pictures which held so many of their shared memories, on the back seat of the car as Mr. Y/L/N drove away from the underground parking of what used to be their apartment building.

Charlie knew this wasn’t the end; that is was a ‘see you soon’ rather than a ‘goodbye’. But, as her father drove away, he knew he had lost her.

𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕

Charlie knew he fucked up. And he had no idea how to tell his parents he had lost his best friend, his girlfriend, in one day. They had loved her from the start, she was basically a part of the Gillespie family. His sister and his brothers, even his parents, always teased them about a potential wedding during family dinners. And for a moment, he truly believed he would end up marrying her. She was perfect, even with her flaws, and any man would be lucky to have her by their side.

Charlie had been one of those men; he had never meant to neglect her, and he sure as hell did not think she felt like she was suffocating in this relationship. Landing a role on the new Netflix series Julie and The Phantoms almost two years ago had been the opportunity of a lifetime, and Y/n had been nothing but supporting, encouraging him even more when he got the role.

When they filmed the first season, she had spent days on set just to see him in action, growing close to the cast in the process. Especially Jeremy and Owen, who quickly became her best friends. She considered Jadah and Madison like her little sisters, and Charlie was over the moon when he realized she got along just fine with his castmates.

Even when they were quarantined together because of the pandemic, they still kept in touch with the rest of the cast, bounding even more. They went to Hawaii together, and everyone thought Charlie and Y/n would end up getting married, just like the Gillespie family did.

Charlie never thought they would end up there, parting ways. Of course he was aware she wouldn’t be as present on the set of the second season of Julie and The Phantoms because she was busy writing her thesis for her college master degree.

But suddenly, he regretted having declined her offer to come to Vancouver when she had a whole two weeks of free time. He remembered telling her she shouldn’t come and that she should focus on her thesis; he knew how important it was to her. Now that he had lost her, he wished more than ever to have agreed to her offer. And that was two months ago.

From that day onward, Y/n declined each of his calls until he eventually stopped calling, but she never bothered to call him back, and Charlie never understood why. He had dropped it, probably too busy with her thesis to pick up the phone like he believed she was when in fact, she began planning on leaving; take time for herself.

Everyone on set noticed the change in Charlie, but no one said anything. Not even Jeremy nor Owen knew exactly what happened two months ago, though they were Y/n’s closest friends, and they worried about Charlie.

𝑨𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝑮𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆

The day she left; Charlie stayed up all night. He laid on his bed, the bed they used to share together, in a starfish position with his puffy eyes focused on the ceiling above. His cheeks were red, his orbs sunken into their sockets and his lips dry. He barely ate and did not even bother to pick up the phone when Owen called.

All he could think about were the midnight talks him and Y/n used to have before falling asleep in each other’s arms; her voice echoing in the back of his mind.

“Where do you think we’ll be? In ten years?”

Her voice was soft as she spoke, her fingers drawing circles on his exposed torso, while her head rested on his chest. He was running a hand through her hair, his fingers gently grazing at her scalp, his eyes half-closed as he looked down at her. He pressed his lips to the crown of her head, humming softly as he thought of an answer. He didn’t have to, already knowing where he saw himself in ten years, but he didn’t want her to know he had been thinking about it for a long time now. He gathered his thoughts together, finally deciding on an answer.

“Well…” he trailed, his hand moving from her hair to draw circles with his slender finger on the exposed skin of her shoulder. “I see us, together. You have a silver ring with a small diamond on your ring finger, and you’re standing in the kitchen of our newly-bought house, trying to cook some pastas. I see you looking over the French windows in the living-room, smiling up to me as our four-year-old son comes running into my legs. Your face is lit up by a bright smile, and you have a hand on your round stomach.”

Y/n smiled softly at the thought, stopping her movements as she shifted around, pressing her palms against his pectoral muscles and resting her chin over the back of her hands, and she looked at Charlie through her lashes.

He smiled sheepishly, his hands moving to her back, his fingers softly brushing her naked skin along her spine.

“How long have you thought about it?” She asked, tilting her head to the side.

“Can’t I just imagine a future with you by my side?” He answered back instead, lifting his head up to capture her lips in a quick kiss.

Y/n giggled, the sound vibrating from her chest to his, and she pressed her lips against his in a firmer kiss; lips moulding together like they always did.

Charlie chocked back on a sob as he reminisced the memories. The future he had imagined for them now only a creation of his mind; no more kisses nor good mornings and good nights, and he was the only one to blame.

He shifted around on his mattress, the bedsheets wrinkled under his weight, and he looked at the closed bedside drawer, visible under the moonlight passing through his window.

Swallowing the lump in his throat and with a trembling hand, Charlie took the handle inside his palm, pulling the drawer open. Everything was left untouched; she hadn’t gone through it; she knew to respect his privacy like he knew to respect hers. But for once he wished she had gotten a little bit curious, when he spotted the little black velvety box in the corner of the drawer, left untouched.

He took the small box between his fingers, opening the lid slowly to reveal a simple yet beautiful silver ring with small-encrusted diamonds, a slightly bigger one in the middle. He would have proposed in two days, on their fifth-year anniversary. He had planned it all in his head, but because he had selfishly put himself first, all his plans went to waste. All gone, and it’s what he deserved.

𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒍 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒙𝒊𝒏’ 𝒂, 𝒇𝒊𝒙𝒊𝒏’ 𝒂 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕

When Charlie flew back to Vancouver the next week to film the rest of the Julie and The Phantoms season two, he knew his friends would notice. Hell, Jeremy and Owen were probably already aware of what had happened between him and Y/n a week earlier, because he knew her, and he knew she would have at least called one of them.

When Charlie walked on set that day, he wasn’t sure he would be able to go through all the scenes he had to film; on in particular. He was to film a scene with Madison, where they characters Luke and Julie fought together about a new character in the series, Carmen, and whose goal was to bring the Phantoms back to the Hollywood Ghost Club, under Caleb Covington’s orders. Where Julie believed Carmen was a nice girl, Luke believed she was just as bad as Caleb, if not more. Charlie wasn’t sure he would be able to handle a fight scene, after his fight with Y/n.

Madison was the first to notice Charlie’s reluctance when he walked on set with his hands in his pockets and his head hanging low. Her brows knitted together in concern, and she glanced over her shoulder to lock eyes with Jeremy, who stood by Kenny behind one of the cameras.

When Jeremy noticed the worried expression on Madison’s face, he raised a brow, waiting for her to elaborate on her confusion. And when she nodded towards their castmate, his face instantly fell into once of concern. He vaguely knew what had happened between his friend and Y/n, from the things Owen had told him a couple days ago, but he had never imagined it to be this bad from the way Charlie looked.

His fellow castmate was slouched on the black-leathered couch in the made-up studio, his head thrown back against the back rest and his eyes tightly shut, his hands turned into fists on his lap.

Jeremy watched as Madison took careful steps towards Charlie, taking a seat beside him on the couch and putting her hands over his to get his attention. Once in a while, he glanced around in hopes of spotting Owen on set, before realizing the blond actor had no scenes to shoot that day.

When Charlie lifted his head up at Madison’s touch, the girl finally noticed the redness in his usually bright green eyes, and the tear streaks staining his cheeks, his desperate orbs pleading for any signs of comfort.

She instantly pulled him into her arms, his own finding their way around her back, and he tightly held onto her, breaking down. He buried his head in her neck, tears escaping his eyes as sobs racked through his already shaking body, and Madison tried her best to comfort him, running her hands up and down his back.

“Is everything okay Charlie?” Madison asked once he calmed down and pulled away from her, wiping the tears on his cheeks.

Charlie shook his head negatively, his bottom lip quivering as Y/n crossed his mind, and he swallowed the lump in his throat to prevent more tears from rolling down his face. He would need another trip to the make-up artist trailer, that’s for sure.

“Did something happen with Y/n?” Madison quizzed, not knowing what had happen between the couple.

It was an innocent question, but enough for Charlie to break down again, ragged breaths leaving his mouth as his chest heaved up and down rapidly.

Madison’s eyes widened; something definitely did happen to Y/n, but she had no idea what and it worried her.

“What’s wrong Charlie?” She asked, holding his hands in hers to try and calm him down. “Is Y/n alright?”

For the second time since he walked on set that day, he lifted his head to look at Madison. He took his lower lip between his teeth, thoughts racking at the back of his mind. He had no idea how to answer; he was at loss for words. It’s been a whole two weeks since she left, and he had no idea how she was doing, if she were as miserable as he was, or if she was doing just fine. He wouldn’t blame her if it were the latter, but he knew her too well to know she wouldn’t just leave five years of relationship behind like it was nothing. After all, they were best friends first, before everything happened.

He didn’t know how to answer Madison, nor any of his friends when they asked him the following days how Y/n was doing, because he himself didn’t know. He had broken his own heart at the same time he had broken hers, and he had no clue how to mend them. He wanted to; he just didn’t know the protocol for fixing a broken heart.

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚’𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒘𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕

It took a month after the break-up for the rumours to start. Y/n had become quite famous within the Julie and The Phantoms fandom by being Charlie’s girlfriend, and the fans were quick on picking up the clues. They noticed the lack of photos from Charlie’s Instagram account with his girlfriend, or how his apartment seemed emptier during the couple of lives he managed to do when the release date for the second season of the show was announced, even if there were a few scenes left to shoot.

They noticed the way he looked during interviews for his other projects he had filmed beside JaTP whenever Y/n was mentioned, because neither of them had officialised their break-up.

Most of all, they noticed the pictures Y/n posted on her profile. She was located in New Brunswick, hanging around with the friends she had left behind when she and Charlie moved in together in Los Angeles. She never lost contact with them, and Y/n enjoyed spending her time with them again.

It’s when those pictures came out that the rumours started. Everyone now knew Charlie and Y/n weren’t together anymore, an no one knew the real reason for their fall-out. The fans thought Y/n had cheated on Charlie, picturing her as the bad girl and always mentioning Charlie under her posts, telling him she’d been the bad girl all along.

Even his friends and castmates, except Owen, began to believe the rumours, and Charlie didn’t have the strength to tell them they were wrong. However, he couldn’t deny it hurt him, to see so much hate under Y/n’s pictures that she had to disable her comments and turn her account private. He hated it when someone would comment on something she did, but he never said anything in return.

“I know I never said it before,” said Sasha once, “but I always thought Y/n was a bit too much. And I know you were crazy about her Charlie, don’t get me wrong. She just appeared to me as the bad type of girls; that she was nothing but bad news.”

Charlie hadn’t said anything to defend Y/n, ignoring the pleading look Owen was giving him. The blond had spent his last month trying to convince the Canadian actor to tell the truth to the rest of the cast, but Charlie always dismissed him. He knew he had fucked up, and though he missed Y/n to the point he barely even slept, he had no one to blame but himself. Yet, whenever one of her pictures showed up on his Instagram feed, he couldn’t help the soft smile tugging on his lips when he saw her bright smile on the picture she posted; how she would scrunch up her nose as her smile etched to her ears. It was a smile he loved to see on her; it suited her well. He was happy, even though he was hurting inside.

𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝑻𝒐 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆, 𝒏𝒐

When Julie and The Phantoms season two was done and wrapped up, the cast wanted to celebrate the moment. Of course, Charlie was reluctant, like he had been the past month whenever they were going out, but this time he was pulled by Owen and had no choice but to comply. When the night sky fell upon the city of Vancouver, a few members of the cast went into the nearest bar from where they had filmed the Netflix series, to celebrate the end of filming. The little group was composed of Madison, Jadah, Savannah, Tori, Sacha, Jeremy, Owen and, despite his multiple refusals, Charlie. And, even if only four of them were of legal age to drink alcohol, all eight of them (seven more likely) managed to enjoy their celebratory night.

That same night, Owen turned into Cupid-mode, trying to hook up Charlie with a random girl to make him forget about Y/n. That’s how he ended up in the middle of the dance floor with a blonde young woman at his arm. The alcohol from his two glasses of whiskey and Coke began to work their way through his system as he danced with the girl, side-glancing towards his friends who were cheering him on.

But Charlie couldn’t get Y/n out of his mind, even as he danced with pretty girls and shared a drink with them when they walked over to the bar. He couldn’t even take Y/n out of his mind when that beautiful red-haired woman kissed him and he kissed back, both of them intoxicated by the alcohol they had consumed.

Y/n was all he could think about, even after their night out and he was back in his own bed at the place him and Owen rented, and nothing could change that. No one ever came close to Y/n, even when Jeremy and Madison set him up on blind dates the following two weeks. Y/n was his person, and he had lost her.

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 ’𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆’𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 (𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕)

Charlie knew Y/n hadn’t told her parents what had happened, even if her father was the one to pick her up from the apartment they shared. If he knew Y/n, he was sure she had lied to her father about her motives for wanting to go back to New Brunswick.

When Mrs. Y/L/N called him on a fine autumn evening, a month and a half after his fall-out with Y/n, he didn’t have the heart to tell her the truth either. If he did, Charlie knew the woman would tell her husband, and that was just one more broken heart.

The only words he mustered up were that things weren’t how they used to be between him and Y/n, and he could clearly remember the conversation that followed.

“I don’t understand Charlie,” Mrs. Y/L/N sighed over the phone and Charlie was sure she was pinching the bridge of her nose. “What happened to you proposing to my daughter? I remember you nervously asking my husband for her hand. What happened to that?”

Charlie had contemplated on the right answer, but truth was, he had no idea on how to. He had let out a low sigh, sitting himself up on his bed, moving his cell phone onto his other ear.

“I know,” he finally answered, defeated. “I thought proposing to her would make things better, but the truth is, Y/M/N, our relationship had been falling apart for a while now. I don’t think proposing would have made things better.”

He had blatantly lied to her that evening, but in that moment he could only think about Y/n and how she would have hated him even more if he had told her mother the truth.

𝑨 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚𝒔 𝑶𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕

After the phone call, Charlie laid back down in his starfish-like position, eyes on the ceiling as tears escaped the corner of his eyes.

The world seemed to burn around him as he thought of all the adventures and journeys they shared together, first as best friends and then, as lovers. It sent his heart plummeting to the pit of his stomach, making him sick to the core and rendering him breathless as he cried himself to sleep like he had been since the break-up. Sure, it’s only been one month and a half, and you cannot just throw five years of relationship away like that, but every night he wished she was here next to him, running her hand through his hair as they fell asleep.

When he woke up the next day, he hadn’t expected the text displayed on his lockscreen. She had texted him, for the first time in six weeks.

“I’ve heard you finished filming the second season of JaTP, congrats! :)

I’m sure it’s going to be amazing; you guys always work hard to make it perfect. I can’t wait to see it.”

That’s all the text said, and it brought a smile to Charlie’s face. Despite their fall-out, she was still supportive of him, and maybe; just maybe, their story wasn’t over. After all, six weeks ago, she did tell him they would eventually find their way back to each other if their story was meant to be.

But, as much as he wanted to answer, he couldn’t find the courage to do so. He didn’t want to bring back any unwanted memories to her, and instead of answering, he pressed his thumb against the blue bubble of her text, clicking on the grey thumb up above it.

In less than two weeks, Charlie would realize it had been a terrible idea, and his beliefs of a future with her as his best friend, the same as when they were seven, burst into flames and fell apart.

𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆

Every night during those six weeks, Charlie would try to call her answerphone, dialling the number of the vintage phone that sat on her bedside table in her bedroom upstairs, in her parents’ suburban house.

And every time he called, he hoped she wouldn’t answer; it was easier to speak with her answering machine.

Charlie waited four rings before he was redirected to her voice mailbox, and he let out a sigh of relief when he heard the beeping sound, allowing him to leave a message.

“Hey, it’s me again.” He said softly. “It’s been six weeks since we parted ways and I just wanted to apologize again for not answering your text three days ago. I wasn’t sure you would want an answer from me. Owen told me you’re doing fine most of the time, but I’m convinced he doesn’t tell me everything. From what I know, I can tell you guys got closer. I’m not mad, I know he’s your friend as much as he is mine and I would hate it if you stopped talking to them because of me. They all love you. I still do.” He paused, taking a deep breath. “I know you must be annoyed by now, because of all the voicemails I’m leaving. And I’m sorry. I hope you’re doing alright tonight; I know I hurt you that day. And I hope that one day, you can find in you the strength to forgive me, because I miss my best friend. I love you Y/n; take care of yourself. Say hi to your parents for me. Bye.”

And just like that, the line went dead, signalling him he had almost been cut off in his voice message.

Charlie had no clue if Y/n would ever listen to her voicemail, but he kept on leaving them every other two days. It made him feel better.

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰’𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒚 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒆 ’𝒆𝒎 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰’𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝑰 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒕

But there was a night where Charlie had it bad. It was two weeks after Y/n had sent him that text and he hadn’t answered properly. The whole day his mentions kept blowing up, but Charlie thought nothing of it, trying to get his mind off of Y/n and the best way to do so was to not look at his social media.

When the sky turned dark over Los Angeles that night, Charlie settled in the crème-coloured sofa in the living-room. The TV was on, playing some random episode of Friends in the background as he decided to sort out his mentions.

Charlie never expected to see the pictures taken by nosey paparazzies. Y/n was in the centre, her h/c hair cascading over her shoulders as her head was thrown back. The sun from that day was reflecting in the round sunglasses she wore; it matched the black leather jacket she had put over a plain white shirt. Her face sported a bright smile, one that carved dimples in her cheeks, and she had a hand over her stomach while the other held a tall cup from Starbucks and her phone.

For a second, his lips went upward into a smile, and he scrolled down to have a look at the other pictures. His stomach twisted into knots and his heart plummeted to the ground as he scrolled down. Y/n wasn’t alone; she was in Owen’s company.

Charlie’s brows turned into a frown, his nose scrunching up and the combination of the two creasing wrinkles on his forehead, whilst his grip tightened around his phone. He wasn’t mad or angry, but Owen was one of his best friends and he would have liked to know the blond had planned to fly over to Canada to see Y/n.

When he opened his Instagram account after, he was once again bombarded with mentions from his fans under the same pictures. On top of that, he had watched both Owen’s and Y/n’s Instagram stories, and the acid-like substance from the pit of his stomach came back up his throat. He couldn’t be angry; he hadn’t seen the smile on Y/n for long. He knew it was genuine, one he hadn’t had the chance to see in over a year, even when they were still together.

And everything, everything that went wrong between the two of them until the inevitable fall-out of their relationship rushed back to his mind like a train wreck. He remembered the nights before he left for Vancouver where he could hear her soft sniffles when she believed him to be asleep. He remembered the lack of touch from her as he left to catch his plane, but he had blamed it on the stress she was under. He had blamed everything on the stress she was under due to her thesis. Charlie never once thought it was because of him.

He didn’t notice the tears streaming down his cheeks until he heard himself sniffle, and he threw his phone into the empty armchair opposite to the sofa he sat on, before he walked over the kitchen cabinet and grabbed the first bottle of alcohol he could find through his blurred vision. So much for finding their way back to each other when Y/n was away having fun with one of his best friends. He wasn’t mad; he couldn’t be angry at either of them. They were as much friends as he was with Owen, but in those pictures they seemed to be so much more. Charlie truly believed he had lost the only woman he has ever loved in all his life.

He grabbed the first empty glass he found on the kitchen counter and poured himself half a glass of whiskey, drowning the whole thing in one gulp before making himself another one.

He wanted to numb the pain in his chest; forget about the new feeling that crept under his skin. Charlie was jealous of his friend, and the only way he found to drown the feeling was alcohol. Reckless? Yes, he knew as much. He could have screamed, call both Y/n and Owen when the thought crossed his mind; he could’ve called them names, but he never wanted to risk losing their friendship and decided against it.

He once again manoeuvred his way to the crème-coloured sofa, the bottle of whiskey in one hand and his empty glass in the other. But the drink didn’t help suppress the jealousy. It didn’t help him forget about everything that had happened the past eight weeks, nor the pain residing in his chest since the breakup. Charlie knew drowning the bottle of whiskey would only result in a massive headache in the morning.

He laid down on the couch, the back of his head against the armrest while he threw his legs over the backrest, and he closed his eyes shut. A heavy breath left his lips as he tried to gather his thoughts.

Regret filled him; the pictures of Y/n and Owen together stuck to his retinas whilst her smile haunted him. He didn’t know if it were the alcohol in his system or something else, but the voices in his mind; the ones of his friends and of Y/n, they kept shouting and screaming at him. He could see himself in the corner of a room, his knees pulled up to his chest as his friends towered over him, snarky grins on their face, and Y/n stood in the middle with her arms crossed over her chest. She had the same tender look, but the frown that creased her forehead showed a different aspect of her, one he had only seen once, and that was when they broke it off.

Charlie tried to muster up the words he wanted to say to her, cowering when the voices became louder in his mind and the tears silently rolled down his cheeks.

That night, he fell asleep on the couch fighting the wars inside his head. He had fucked up, and there’s was no way for him to fix what had been broken long before the fall.

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Requested by anon: “5 times reader (girlfriend) is almost distracted by a shirtless Charlie and one time she actually is.” PAIRING(s): Charlie Gillespie x fem!reader WORDS: 1.6k WARNING(s): some charlie thirst, what’s new ;) SUMMARY: 4 times Y/N is almost distracted by her shirtless boyfriend and 1 time she actually is.

You pride yourself over the fact that you never get distracted, no matter what. But sometimes, just sometimes, you can’t help it.

Especially when your boyfriend looks like that.

You sigh, running a hand through your hair. Your eyes feel as if they are burning, and the ever-persistent headache of yours seems to be particularly intense today.

Yet, pushing all that tiredness away, you keep typing, typing, typing. The deadline for your essay that carries twenty per cent of your grade of your final year of college is tomorrow, and you’ve still got three hundred words to write.

Three hundred words does not seem like a lot on any other day, but after three cups of coffee and seven hours of staring at your laptop screen, it feels like death. The fact that you seem to be in a rut right now doesn’t help, either.

You scrounge around your brain, trying to pull ideas from each fold, but it’s useless. Maybe it’s the exhaustion, or maybe it’s because of your boyfriend, Charlie, who has currently resorted to painting your toenails after not getting any sort of attention from you for the past few hours.

Ever since lockdown started, you and your boyfriend have been living together in your shared apartment in Toronto. You two have been planning to move in together for a while, but his work and your college always seemed to be obstacles. But this lockdown gave you both the perfect opportunity – plus, it was time, too. You two have been dating for more than four years – although, you’ve had a crush on him for as long as you can remember, but the intensity of it was realized only in the moment when he kissed you after an amazing prom together – you guys went together because you were best friends and loved being around each other more than anything. But the fact that there could be something more, something hidden in years of friendship seemed unlikely to the both of you before that day.

“Done.” He says, proudly. Your eyes leave your screen to look at the beautiful emerald colour on your toenails. You smile at him, and say, “That’s gorgeous, Char. Where’d you find it?”

He shrugs, a lopsided smile on his face. “It was in the bottom of your bag.”

You nod. “Right. I bought it the day before my last offline exam ended. I forgot.”

He smiles. “Now, will you pay me some attention?”

You purse your lips and pretend to be thinking. “Hmm… tempting, but no. I still have to get this done.”

He groans, dramatically. “You have been ignoring me for past hundred hours!”

You chuckle, ruffling his hair. “You’re so dramatic. It’s only been half a day. Now, go away. I need to finish this.”

He groans, again, and you wonder if he’s finally given up.

Instead, he rolls off the bed, and stands taller, leaning against the doorframe. “Y/N?”

You hum in question, as he makes a show out of taking off his T-shirt.

You bite your lip and remember how long it has been since you’ve run your hands on his chest. But you know that he’s doing this on purpose, to get a fraction of your attention. He knows and is proud of the fact that he has a hold over you, and the fact that even after four years, he still gives you butterflies over the slightest of smiles.

So, instead of giving in, you crawl under your covers with your laptop and decide to work there, as you suddenly gain inspiration, and thank yourself for not being distracted by your boyfriend’s absolutely beautiful body.

“Oh, come on!”

The second time hit happens, it’s a Tuesday morning, and you’re giving an exam. Your laptop is in front of you, the face of your teacher and classmates filling your screen, as the sound of your pen scratching against your answer sheet fills the room.

You bite the end of your pen, pondering over a question when you suddenly hear your boyfriend’s voice. You look up, and notice him, shirtless, and talking on the phone to someone.

“Yeah, I mean, we could do that…” He says, and your eyes trail across his back, as he stares out the window on the wall opposite to you.

“No, Mom, we’re not gonna drive to Canada. I’m not that crazy!” He exclaims, and you arch your neck to get a better view of him, and the sweatpants hanging low on his hips.

“Sure, I can ask Y/N…” He says, and you quickly avert your eyes back to your paper, just in time to hear your teacher call out your name.

“Y/N? What are you looking at?” She asks, and you adjust your headphones, clearing your throat.

“I thought someone was at the door. Sorry, Ms. Harrington.” You’re painfully aware of the warmth spreading through your cheeks, and as she nods, you start writing again.

You hear Charlie whisper a ‘sorry’, and you smile at him – he thinks that the reason your teacher just called you out is because he was going to ask you something.

You don’t correct him – his ego doesn’t need to know the fact that you were almost distracted.

Just one more question, you think. One more question, and you’re done with this semester.

But your mind is wandering, and the fact that you still have thirty minutes left doesn’t help. When this exam started, you thought that you wouldn’t be able to finish it in time and wrote as fast as you could, but now there’s plenty of time and just one, tiny answer left.

You rest your elbows on your desk and check on your classmates. Everyone is frantically scribbling, and you smile evilly at the fact that you’re not one of them right now.

“Honey? You have a minute?”

You hear Charlie from behind you. You nod, and say, “I’m listening.” You don’t turn back, since you have to keep an eye on your teacher. (She is knitting right now, for some reason.)

“You wanna go somewhere for the holidays?” He says, his raspy morning voice causing goosebumps to appear on your skin.

“I’m not sure… I mean we just came back from Maui last month – do you think it’s wise to go somewhere again?”

“Well, we’ll maintain social distancing, and use masks.”

“I’m not sure…”

“Come on, it’s our fifth anniversary!”

You finally look at him, and your breath catches in your throat. He’s shirtless, as usual. You mentally curse him as you think that you need to add ‘no being shirtless for no reason’ to your household rules. (Currently, you have three: one, no disturbing the other while working; two, following the chore chart; three, no spilling coffee or red wine on the white living room rug.) (The last one has occurred more times than one might expect.)

You focus on keeping your eyes trained on his, but you still struggle to form words. “I – not a wise idea…”

He grins, understanding the situation, as you avert your eyes back to your paper.

“Please, baby?”

You know he’s pouting.

“Fine.” You say, just to get him off your back.

“You’re the best!” He presses a kiss to your cheek and is instantly gone. As your mind still tries to hold on to the frayed strings of the warmth and the smell of his presence, you pray that your classmates didn’t notice the interaction.

You smile at Charlie’s mother, who is talking animatedly on your phone.

“Then, I told Meg to get some sugar, but she bought salt instead, and to top that, she dumped the entire bowl into my batter! Now, it tastes like absolute shit!” She glares at Megan, Charlie’s sister, who smiles sheepishly from behind her.

You laugh. “Like brother, like sister.”

“You know it.” She says, her French accent thick.

“So, I was thinking… Maybe, after the holidays, we could fly back to Dieppe? It’s not like we’re gonna go to college any time soon, so –”

“Yes, please! I miss you guys so much. You know, last night –”

She starts to say something else, but your boyfriend is doing push ups in front of you, and it’s really, really, really hard to focus, especially when his body is glistening under the afternoon sun.

He seems to feel your gaze, and sharply turns towards you, while you quickly look back to his mother.

“–but the point is, I miss you two.” She finishes, while Megan nods. “Me too, sis. It’s so boring here without you two.”

You smile and can feel warmth in your stomach. “Of course. I miss you guys, too. Charlie’s so boring.”

“Hey!”

+1.

You exhale and close the lid of your laptop. “I’m done!” You yell, and Charlie instantly appears at the door, and runs towards the bed you’re currently seated on, and jumps atop.

“Finally! I missed you!” He says, wrapping an arm around your torso, pulling you closer.

“I missed you too, baby. But now I’m done with all my assignments, so I’m all yours for the next two weeks!” You sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He grins, and your eyes avert to his chest, but this time, you let yourself be distracted, because after weeks of sleep deprivation and pure torture, you deserve this.

You smile, connecting your lips, and run your hands on his chest. He smiles against the kiss, and you whisper, “I love you so much.”

“And I love you so much.”

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bi-bi-buckleydiaz · 3 years

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Hahahaha first owen joyner fic and it’s not showing up in the tags ... yay !

anyway, here it is. I’ll tag this post with the same and see how it goes.

#owen patrick joyner x reader #owen patrick joyner imagine #owen joyner x y/n #owen joyner x fem!reader #owen joyner fluff #owen joyner x reader #owen joyner fanfiction #owen joyner imagine #owen patrick joyner #owen joyner

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shmaptainwrites · 3 years

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𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀 [𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒]

PAIRINGS — dad!Reggie Peters x fem!Mercer!reader

PAIRINGS — Reggie and Reader have a five-year-old daughter who is obsessed with ballet and all she wants to do is dance with her dad all night long.

WARNINGS — minor alcohol consumption

NOTE — okay this fic literally made me cry from cuteness as i was writing it and yes it’s based and inspired by jeremy shada’s song ballerina (Reader can be viewed as adopted!)

“Guys come on, I’ve gotta go, I’m already late for dinner,” Reggie sighed, tilting his head to the side, practically begging his friends to end the rehearsal. “We’ll be great you guys we’ve been practicing the entire day,”

“Week’s more like it,” Bobby corrected and Reggie pointed at him to further prove his point.

“Come on Luke,” he pleaded and the lead guitarist finally gave in.

“Okay, but you have to save me some dinner for lunch tomorrow,”

“Deal,” Reggie chuckled and took the strap from his bass off his shoulder and packed it in its case before throwing it in his car and hopping in the front seat, driving off to the other end of town where his home was.

He grabbed his bass from the back seat, slinging it over his shoulder and pulling out his keys, unlocking the front door and stepping inside the warm and inviting household.

As soon as the lock clicked there was a giddy scream followed by a cheer of,

“Daddy!”

“Cupcake!” he responded, followed by a big oof as the small girl tackled him in a big hug, almost sending him to the ground with the force of her running.

“Someone’s happy to see you,” you chuckled from the kitchen, clearing up the dishes from a recently eaten dinner.

“What about my big cupcake,” he chuckled after picking up your daughter and pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Big cupcake missed you too,” you chuckled and Reggie gave you a bright smile.

He then focused his attention on his daughter, Penelope, sweetest thing he’d ever laid eyes on. She was growing up so fast it was hard to believe. It felt like just yesterday you were twenty years old and at the hospital holding the small girl in your arms and now she was five whole years old.

The thing Reggie loved most about his daughter was the fact that she was absolutely obsessed with ballet, to the point where she would wear her tutu wherever she went, along with whatever colour lipstick she could find from the small makeup kit her uncles had gotten her for her birthday.

When Penelope started to squirm Reggie placed her back down on the ground where she excitedly exclaimed.

“Daddy I learnt a new move today!”

“Did you cupcake? Can you show me?” he asks while sliding his bass off from his shoulder and placing it carefully on the bench in the entryway.

Penelope nodded, sticking her tongue out in concentration while she carefully twirled around in a circle.

“Amazing!” Reggie clapped for her and she looked up at him with the brightest big blue eyes he’d ever seen, and a smile that would rival that of an angel minus a tooth or so.

“Penny, do you think daddy can do a twirl?” you asked coming closer to the two and crossing your arms over your chest.

“Yeah! Come on, let’s show mama,” she insisted and Reggie nodded, squatting down to his daughter’s height, red and black flannel trailing on the ground as he did so.

He gave Penelope his hand and she helped him spin around a few times before pronouncing him ready and allowing him to try for himself.

Reggie stood up and went on his tippy toes, his white t-shirt lifting slightly as he raised his hands into fifth position and tiptoed in a circle causing you and your daughter to applaud him.

Penelope raised her hands to be picked up by her father, pressing a big sloppy kiss to his cheek, leaving a mark of whatever coloured lipstick she was wearing that day, but Reggie couldn’t care less because he was in love with his little ballerina.

You came over to join the musician and dancer, pressing a kiss to Penelope’s forehead followed by a soft kiss to Reggie’s lips.

People might think it was an odd thing, watching the bass player of an up and coming rock band, clad in a leather jacket and ripped black jeans doing ballet, but that was Reggie. He’d do anything for his girl.

But he was lucky that whenever Alex was over he managed to get himself a break because after Penelope saw him pretending to do ballet she would always insist uncle Alex dance with her whenever he was over.

“Penny I think it’s time to get cleaned up,” you noted and the small girl nodded, hopping into your arms so you could take her away to get ready for bed.

While you did that, Reggie made his way to the kitchen, serving himself some food before hopping onto the countertop to eat.

After putting Penelope to bed you rejoined your husband back in the kitchen while he was finishing clearing up his things.

You wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, pressing a kiss to his shoulder blade.

“Hi,” he said with a quiet chuckle.

“Hey,” you responded. “I’m not sure if I say this enough, but you’re an amazing dad Reg, I know it’s hard with the band and your gigs, but you always make time. I’m even surprised I’m saying this but it’s very responsible of you.”

Reggie laughed at that, turning around to face you properly.

“The days of fixing my amp in the rain are behind me,” he joked and tapped your nose. “And you do say it enough,” he added.

“Good,” you yawned and Reggie clicked his tongue, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Maybe we should call it an early night,” he suggested. “If I stay up for another minute my hands are going to start twitching into the chord positions for Now or Never,”

You shook your head and took his hand in yours, dragging him upstairs to your room.

The Peters household had never been so quiet.

—

“I told you guys I can’t go out tonight,” Reggie chuckled. “Duty calls,”

“Okay first off what have you done with the real Reggie. I want to talk to him,” Bobby interjected and Reggie facepalmed.

“I promised Penny I’d stay home tonight,” he explained. “And everyone knows you do not break a promise with a five year old.”

“He does have that one right,” Alex agreed on the other end of the line.

“You sure you can’t come? Even for just a bit,”

“Sorry, I’m busy tonight,” he shrugged. “You’ll understand when you have-,”

“Don’t you dare pull that card Reginald,” Luke said warningly.

“Kids,” Reggie finished and the boys all groaned on the other end. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow, bye,”

He hung up the phone and jogged over to the couch, hopping over in and flipping down right next to Penelope.

“Alright cupcake, what are we watching tonight?” he asked.

“Angelina Ballerina,” she giggled, clicking on the remote and starting the children’s TV show.

Penelope planted herself firmly on her dad’s lap, only to be wrapped in a blanket like a small burrito.

After about one episode had passed there was a loud knock on the door and Reggie picked up his daughter in his arms, heading to see what the commotion was.

When he opened the door he was met with three familiar faces and a six pack of beer.

“Heyy! Penny,” the boys cheered and Alex even scooped the young girl out of Reggie’s arms.

“Uncle Alex what are you doing here?” she giggled wrapping her arms around his neck.

“We came to hang out with you and your dad is that okay Pen?” he asked and she nodded her head vigorously.

“What’s all this racket?” you asked, coming downstairs and seeing the boys gather in the foyer.

“(N/N)!” Bobby and Luke called, grinning and running over to you.

Bobby pulled you into a big hug after which you were dragged over to Luke who pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“Watch it man, that’s my wife,” Reggie joked, punching his friend lightly in the arm.

“Well if Reg thought he was busy before he is now,” Bobby noted and you all laughed.

“Uncle Alex come in we gotta dance,” Penelope tugged on Alex’s pink sweatshirt and he complied, heading over to the stereo and popping in their usual rock CD that they would do their ballet to.

She was Reggie’s child after all.

“Dude your kid is something else,” Luke chuckled and you shook your head nodding and saying in unison with Reggie,

“We know,”

You all stood and watched Alex dance with Penelope a bit because it was very entertaining to say the least before you spoke up and said,

“There’s food in the kitchen if you guys are-,”

“Already on it,” Reggie nodded and headed that way causing you to shake your head and sigh.

“Some things never change right (N/N)?” Bobby asked and you nodded.

“Unfortunately not, our grocery bills are starting to get a little ridiculous, I just hope that one didn’t inherit her dad’s appetite,”

“Don’t tell Reggie that, it’s like the Peters family talent, he’s going to want her to carry on the tradition,” Luke laughed and you gave him a light shove.

“Mama!”

“Yes sweetheart,” you called back with a smile over the loud music.

“Can you get daddy! I wanna show uncle Alex our dance,”

“Sure, Penny,” you smiled and headed to the kitchen where Reggie was hopping along enthusiastically to the music and chopping up some fruit. At least he was eating healthy.

“Reg baby, Penny wants you to come show Alex your moves,”

“Oh it is on like Donkey Kong,” he grinned, putting down the knife and motioning for Bobby to come take over for him.

He ran over to the living room and scooped up Penelope, spinning her around wildly before putting her back down just as Alex popped in the right CD for their father-daughter routine.

The song started with a soft guitar, recorded in the band’s studio. It was Reggie’s song for his girl.

“Blue eyed ballerina, God only knows how much I need ya. From day one I knew you were the one. Give me your hand and I’ll give you mine. You’re the reason I look forward to coming home at night…”

Your heart would beat out of your chest each time you heard the song, your eyes welling up with tears as Reggie twirled around your little girl, the brightest smiles on both their faces.

Bobby even stopped cutting up the fruit to watch the routine.

Alex had since then walked over to where you stood, wrapping his arms around you from behind and resting his chin on your head just like he would when you were young kids. It was his brotherly sign of affection. You held his arms that were resting against your stomach as he whispered,

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile that wide,”

“I know, that big full toothed grin is reserved for his blue eyed ballerina,” you sniffed.

“You didn’t let me finish,” Alex chuckled. “I was going to say except at your wedding,”

You smiled remembering the warm summer day and your simple white dress, sometimes you wished you were back there.

“Really I didn’t notice,”

“That’s because you were too busy being in love with him,” Luke added and you chuckled.

With a soft sigh you made your way out of Alex’s hold and towards Reggie and Penelope who had just finished dancing.

The boys were clapping, whooping and cheering them on while you went to Reggie and pulled him in for a long sweet kiss.

“I love you,” you smiled.

“Love you too, both of you. My ballerinas,” he chuckled while you knelt down pressing a kiss to Penelope’s forehead.

“Okay Penny it’s getting past your bedtime, why don’t we say goodnight to your uncles and dad?”

“Night uncle Luke, uncle Bobby, uncle Alex and daddy,” Penelope pressed a kiss to her hand and blew it to the boys who all pretended to fight over it until Bobby eventually won.

You carried the small girl upstairs and to her room while the boys dragged Reggie to the kitchen, placing a beer in his hand.

“Alright was there a real reason for the intrusion besides trying to convince me to come out,”

“Nah that was it, but we decided to just see if you wanted to hang around here instead. Plus we haven’t seen (N/N) in forever.” Luke explained.

“Yeah, she’s even busier than us,” Reggie nodded. “I don’t know how she does it. Constantly looking after Penny and going to college? She’s always insisting on taking the brunt of the work so I can come and do full day rehearsals.”

“She’s quite something,” Alex smiled and Reggie nodded.

“My wife is an angel,”

“Cheers to that,” Bobby raised his beer and the boys clinked their glass bottles together.

The boys slowly made their way into the living room, Luke unknowingly sitting on the TV remote and turning on the children’s show once again. The boys attention was diverted to the scene and for some reason they didn’t bother turning it off, so when you came back downstairs the four twenty-five-year-olds were huddled up on the couch and anxiously watching to see if Angelina won the boat race.

“Shouldn’t you guys be getting back home? It’s almost midnight and you have an early morning tomorrow,” you reminded and the boys all frowned looking at the clock.

“Wow time flies,” Alex chuckled nervously. “Thanks for putting up with us (N/N),” Alex said and each of the boys pressed a goodnight kiss to your cheek before heading out of the house.

You went to lock the door and when you came back Reggie was in the process of turning off the TV and turning down the volume on the stereo before popping in a CD.

“Reg, what are you doing, it’s late,” you sighed and Reggie only gave you a smile when the soft familiar guitar came on.

“Dance with me, ballerina?” he whispered softly, holding out a hand to you which you gladly took.

“So,” you whispered. “Who’s really your ballerina?”

“Both of you,” Reggie explained. “I wrote part of the song when we got married and added some things when Penny picked up ballet,”

Your forehead rested gently on Reggie’s and you swayed gently from side to side.

“Well that gives it a whole new meaning now, doesn’t it,” you giggled tiredly.

“You know,” Reggie started, his forehead moving away from yours as his lips found their favourite spot right behind your ear. “I think I feel another song coming on now,”

“Oh really?” you whispered.

“Mhmm, it’s about a college student who’s married to a bassist in the best rock band in the world and how she’s the best mom and wife anyone could ask for,”

“I think I’d like that song,” you yawned tiredly, resting your head on Reggie’s shoulder, loosening your muscles, relaxing into his hold.

“Yeah (N/N), I think you would too,”

—

You and Reggie sat anxiously in the front row, waiting for the recital to start. You had the camcorder all ready and started up, just waiting for the right moment to put the focus on Penelope.

You had told the boys that the reciatal started at noon sharp so you weren’t sure what was taking them so long.

Reggie’s leg was bouncing up and down and you placed a hand on it, prompting him to slow down and take a deep breath.

“They’re gonna be here Reg, maybe they ran into van trouble again, you know how that happens,” you assured.

Reggie nodded, “I promised Penny they’d be here so they better show up,”

“We’re here!” you could hear an exclamation from the back and you and Reggie turned around to see Alex, Bobby, and Luke running in, holding an assortment of flowers, teddy bears and chocolates for Penelope no doubt.

“Sorry, long line at the checkout,” Alex explained, out of breath, taking a spot in the empty seats behind you.

“What, is it Valentine’s day?” Reggie asked. “You guys are making me look bad,”

“And I told you guys to stop spoiling her! I’m trying to make sure my child does not grow up entitled,” you said flatly just as the lights went down and there was a hush across the community theatre, all waiting for the group of children to come out onto the stage.

You raised the camcorder into position and grinned as you saw Penelope happily skipping out onto the stage and getting in her position.

The theme to swan lake started to play and all of the children carefully followed their dance teacher in the routine. Reggie was beaming with pride and the boys were constantly cooing and aww’ing in the background.

When the girls finished up Reggie was the first to stand, followed very soon after by the boys, applauding and cheering,

“That’s my cupcake!”

Only to be rewarded with a kiss blown to him by their little star. It was definitely a strange sight to see. The boys were in a rock band and it wasn’t like they tried to hide it. Alex walked around with drumsticks in his back pocket. Reggie almost always had his leather jacket on and if not there were black ripped jeans thrown into the equation. Luke and Bobby just really had the look, nails occasionally painted black for the aesthetic and just cause it looked pretty. So seeing them cheering the loudest wasn’t the only thing that made them stand out in the crowd of standard suburban families.

After the rest of the show, Penelope was led out to the reception area where she was met by you, her parents, and her uncles.

“Penny you were so good!” Bobby exclaimed, picking her up and pressing a smacking kiss to her cheek.

“Thanks uncle Bobby!” she giggled.

“We got you some teddy bears and chocolate, but your mama said to save some of it for your birthday,” Luke mentioned.

“Wow, way to make me look like the bad guy here,” you rolled your eyes. “Just give it all to her now, I don’t know why I even try,” you chuckled with a sigh, only to have Reggie wrap an arm around your shoulder and press a tender kiss to your temple.

“What do you say Penny?” Reggie prompted and the girl grinned, saying thank you to her uncles and mother.

You and Reggie then suggested everyone come over for pizza to celebrate. It was a big day after all, her first recital.

Your heart clenched slightly as you realized how fast your little girl was growing up.

So while Penny, Alex, Bobby, and Luke were very engrossed in a game of go fish you pulled Reggie aside to speak to him about it.

“Everything alright (N/N)?” he asked concernedly after you had called him back to the kitchen.

You peaked over his shoulder at the group in the living room, laughing and enjoying themselves.

“I think so,” you sighed. “But do you ever feel like she’s growing up so fast? I just want to press pause sometimes, make her stay like this so she doesn’t grow up and go away,”

“(Y/N), I know what you mean,” Reggie assured, holding your hands in his. “But Penny is five. We still have plenty of time before she leaves us, so why don’t we go over there and savour those moments we have with her before Luke convinces her to pick up juggling knives or whatever other bad idea he’s come up with,”

You chuckled lightly and nodded as Reggie brought your hands up to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

“Come on mama, they're expecting us to play next round.”

The night passed on without so much as a hiccup, the boys even deciding to stay the night in the spare bedrooms upstairs and in the basement.

By the time you finished clearing the dishes and tidying up the living room you would have argued that it was past your bedtime, but you still made one last stop to give your routine goodnight kiss to Penelope. Only this time, when you entered the room, crammed onto the small single bed was not only Penelope, but Reggie, snoring softly with one arm wrapped protectively around her.

His flannel was draped carefully over her sleeping frame, no doubt to keep her warm from the cooler night air that drifted in from the cracked windows.

They both looked so peaceful. Like that was where they belong, with each other. There was such a huge part of Reggie in Penelope, but also a big part of you and that’s maybe why you all got along so well.

Quietly, you tiptoed into the room, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to each of their foreheads, whispering goodnight before smiling at the realization that the bed was all yours for one night.

—

“Did daddy play good?” you asked Penelope loudly over the crowd cheering and the small girl nodded, looking out from your special spot backstage where you got to see the boys perform at one of their biggest venues yet.

They had just finished their last song and you were honestly quite surprised she had lasted this long, it was getting late and normally she could sleep through anything, even blasting rock music.

“Thank you San Diego! We’re Sunset Curve and before we go we’d like to give you one more song!”

The crowd cheered loudly as Reggie subtly motioned for you and Penelope to come out.

“So this is a little different than what we normally do,” Reggie started as you revealed yourself and your daughter to the crowd. “But…” he paused a moment to pick up Penelope when she ran to him. “It’s my daughter’s birthday next week and she wanted to do a little something with her dad and dad’s gotta keep his pinky promise, right Penny?”

She nodded with a smile and you already knew what was coming so quickly you went over to Alex and kicked him off of his seat, telling him to hand over the drumsticks.

“No way I’m dancing in front of everyone. That’s uncle Alex’s job,” you pushed your brother away and he conceded, meeting his niece at the front of the stage and taking her hand when Reggie placed her back down on the ground.

“Again, we’re Sunset Curve and this is Ballerina,”

Reggie started on a more rock beat for the song, you Luke and Bobby following in right behind as he started to sing the familiar lyrics. Penelope was shining brighter than the stage lights, going through her moves with Alex as they usually would to the AC/DC CD at home.

You’d never heard the crowd of a concert more quiet, trying to take in the lyrics to the never performed song, but you could tell they liked it otherwise they wouldn't be waving their lighters right?

The song came to a final close and the crowd roared with approval and Penelope quickly jumped up into her uncle’s arms before being passed off to her father.

“Thank you again! That was Ballerina and apparently featuring my wonderful wife on drums!” he grinned and you stood up taking a bow before tossing Alex back his sticks.

You all exited the stage and Reggie seemed to be riding on the high of the performance.

“Why didn’t you tell me you could shred on the drums?!” he asked, surprised and you only laughed.

“I’m Alex Mercer’s little sister. What do you think I did growing up? Mom and Dad’s biggest mistake as they always put it,”

“Yeah we were on those things 24/7 the minute they bought them,” Alex added.

“Penny did you have fun?” Luke asked.

“Yeah!” she nodded. “Best birthday present ever. Thanks daddy,”

“Not a problem, anything for my cupcake,”

And not only that night did he seem to prove that, but every night moving forward. Reggie would always do anything for his two ballerinas.

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