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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)

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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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jatphatones · 3 years

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Behind the Love | Owen Joyner x Reader

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

Word count: 2k

Warnings: swearing, typos

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

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

“And why are you pouting?”

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

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

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

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

“Okay? And?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s amazing.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please stop Y/N.”

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

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

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

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

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

“And what do we have here?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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A/N: I realize that my writing style for relationships is casual/playful romance and I’m not mad about it. I hope you all are ready for more fics coming your way!

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bisexualbumblebee-writes · 3 years

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Live- Owen Joyner x OC

Owen Joyner x Hazel Matthews

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

Word Count: 1.9k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wait really?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Owen,” she answered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #jatp cast #owen joyner #alex mercer #owen joyner x oc #owen joyner fanfiction #owen joyner fanfic

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pouges01 · 3 years

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Rockstar baby

Charlie Gillespie x reader

This is the first fanfic I’ve wrote there may be some spelling mistake cause I can’t spell for shit so...also my grammar is shit aswell ( apologies)

I don’t know if I’m going to make this a series yet but we’ll see how it goes

Bands name is gonna be yesterday’s devils ( cause I can and yes I did use the internet ) it kinda sucks but...

There gonna be arctic moneys kinda vibe of band and y/n is gonna be the front woman (Alex Turner vibes and I’m gonna base their show off the Arctic monkeys Glastonbury 2013)

Hope you all enjoy 💛

“Gather round guys” kenny shouted “ you have all been working to hard and I wanted to give you all a treat so we will be going to a wait for it ...... Yesterday’s Devils concert!”

While everyone celebrated Charlie felt his heart drop , how was he gonna tell them it was a bit late in the game to come out and say but he didn’t want them to find out any other way, him and Y/N had been together for nearly a year it had been low -key cause media always buzzed around her and you both wanted it to be just yous for a while till you were sure it was working, one year in and you both couldn’t be happier and it always just slipped Charlie’s mind that he had to tell them and with Yesterday’s Devils on tour he thought what was the point if you were half way around the world and couldn’t meet them

“ Charlie man you alright you look like you’ve seen a ghost ?” Asked Owen

“Umm yea acc guys I’ve something to say “ here goes nothing “ it’s about Y/N we kinda have a thing “

Everyone went silent and looked at him as if he had three heads “ no way no you lying” said Jadah

“ all truth guys “ he said and he pulled out his phone and showed them a pic if you two cuddling on your sofa a few months ago when he was supposedly visiting his parents on his weekend off when he had actually gone to see you

“ AAAAAA “ Madison ran to him “ please please please please introduce me please I’ll do anything I love her please “ she begged

“Wow mads chill” Charlie backed up “ why didn’t you tell us!” Asked Jeremy

“I dunno man we kept it low-key for while then they went on tour and it kinda got a bit late to tell” Charlie shrugged

“Well I’m sure it will be nice to see her cause I’ve asked their manager and they’ve agreed to let us see them and ask for pointers on what makes a good band” said Kenny. Charlie smiled he couldn’t wait to see u again.

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Charlie gleamed as your face popped up on his screen “ hi angel”

“ hi baby I miss you”

“ I can’t wait to see you how long is it?”

“ 1 week”

“ that’s too long” Charlie frowned “ I told everyone about us they can’t wait to meet you”

“I’m excited to see them....baby I’m so sorry their calling is for sound check”

You were currently in New York on your American part of the your with your band you’d had a major breakthrough the past year, topping charts and growing fans across the globe, it was hard having long distance and different time zones but you both made it work Charlie made you happier this past year than you had ever been and vis versa.

Charlie sighed this was nothing new you never got to talk for long

“ I love you so much angel talk soon okay?”

“ I love you too char I’ll text you after the show see if your still up”

You blew a kiss through the screen and then Charlie’s face disappeared , you sighed

“ you ok?” Emily your bass player asked she knew that look on your face “ you’ll see him soon” she understand she did long distance with her girlfriend and she knows what your feeling “ come on let’s go get sound check done then we can all go eat” she put her arm over your shoulder as you did hers and walked towards Lilah your drummer and Violet on the electric guitar.

——————1 week later ——————————————

Charlie buzzed the whole way to the venue he couldn’t sit still this had been the longest week of his life, he was getting tired of seeing you through a screen he couldn’t wait to finally see you , touch you , kiss you.

You were getting ready to go onto stage, deep breaths to try calm your nerves this crowd was pretty big one of the biggest you’d played in abroad yet, you could hear the rumble of the crowd just outside the wings “ you guys ready?” your manager Liv said “ let’s get out there”

On stage the buzz of the crowd hyped you up as you played , you couldn’t see Charlie or any of his friends you couldn’t wait to get this over with just to see his face in person again you waited far to long for this

—————————after concert ——————————

After the show you and the girls were in the dressing room cooling off, a knock on the door brought you back to reality next thing you saw was his pretty little face and puppy dogs eyes .

He walked over to you as you got up Charlie brought you into a bone crushing hug and burrowed his face into your neck your everyone smiled your friends knew how much you needed this to keep your spirits up Charlie’s friends knew how excited he was to see you he hadn’t shut up all week about seeing you.

You pulled away from the hug and wiped Charlie’s tears from his eyes he turned to his friends “ this is Y/N “ he smiled “ it’s nice to meet you guys “ you said, hugs and handshakes were exchanged you all talked and got to know eachother and talked about the tour the show and more.

That night Charlie stayed in your hotel room with you and you caught up on lost time, talks and kisses.

“ I missed you so much” you said as your head lay on his chest

“ we can’t leave it this long next time” “ I know”

You both new it would be that long till next time maybe longer you were travelling to Europe next and Charlie was going to back to Canada to film at least for another 2 months. But you both make secrec promises to yourselves to make it work , cause in reality you knew you would always crawl back to him.———————————————————————— Ummmmm that’s it I didn’t really know how to end it but I’m really happy with it and hope you all liked it , requests are welcome atm I would only think about writing for Charlie but might expand I’m not to sure lol

#charlie gillespie imagine #charles gillespie #jatp luke patterson #jatp netflix #jatp #jatp cast #owen patrick joyner #jeremy shada #jeremy and carolynn #luke patterson #madison reyes #charlie gillespie x oc #charlie gillespie x reader #julie and the phantoms #julie and the fat ones

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julieandthe-stan-toms · 3 years

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Y'all, I'm already working on another fanfic that has a little something with all the boys. Freaking kill me! 🤦🏻‍♀️

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Chapter 1 -- Perfect Harmony | Charlie Gillespie

Summary: Emily Fox is a talented 17-year-old with a passion for all things music. Her dream is to become a successful singer-songwriter one day. But to achieve that dream, she needs to get into one of the most prestigious music schools in her district – it’s all been part of her plan since she was six. Sadly enough, those schools cost a ton of money that her parents don’t want to invest. They don’t even want her to pursue her dream. So, now Emily’s hustling, working at the music store to save up to get into college. That’s until she meets Charlie, an annoying seventeen-year-old boy with the same dream as her. The only difference is, he’s just doing it. He doesn’t need a fancy college to pursue his dream to become famous with his band. He just writes his songs and books small gigs here, there and everywhere. Will meeting Charlie defer her from her dream college, or will he actually help her achieve the dream?

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x OC (Emily Fox)

Warnings: mentions of death, the characters of Charlie, Owen, Jeremy and Madison are based on the characters they play on the show and i do not own their names, only OC are mine. The songs aren’t mine either, they’re all from the show except for one.

Chapter One

~|Emily Fox| ~

As a seventeen-year-old, you should not be left to your devices. Unless you have no other choice. When you have a dream your parents have called unrealistic without ever listening to what you were actually capable of, you have no other choice but to move out and fend for yourself. Thankfully, I can stay with Uncle Mitch for a while until I’m off to college. Since leaving my parents’ house at fourteen, my life has consisted of high school, working at the music store, write songs – if I have the time –, help Uncle Mitch around the house, sleep, repeat. It’s been a chore. But I just about manage.

“Please, don’t touch the guitars without a supervisor, ma’am!” I say loudly from across the shop as I catch her hands rising up to pick up one of the acoustic guitars hanging on the wall for display. I rush over to her, dodging clients testing out guitars and pianos I’ve helped before. While the forty-something woman stares at me with an intense glare, I pick up the Gibson guitar for her and hand it over, offering her my fakest smile. “This one’s a nice one!” I tell her as she handles the guitar very clumsily, nearly dropping it. “What do you know about guitars?” she snarls at me. “Well, for starters, I work here, so I’m supposed to have some knowledge about guitars. Secondly, this is a bass guitar. Never just call a bass a guitar.” The woman rolls her eyes and when she casts her gaze on the strings, I roll mine. I’ve had my share of forty-something old women coming in here to buy something for their spoiled little sons, pretending they know more about guitars of any kind, pianos and drums while I have been brought up listening to Uncle Robert talking non-stop about all of his instruments. He taught me how to play each and every one of the instruments and brought me into the world of rock. If he were still here, I wouldn’t be working in a music store, trying to pay for my own apartment or my college tuition. He believed in me from the second he heard me sing and play piano. He still believes in me, I can feel it. Staying with Uncle Mitch – Uncle Robert’s husband, now widower, has been a lot more healing than it would’ve been if I still lived at my parents’. “I know that,” she grumbles, then looks back up at me. “If you know so much about everything, you little know-it-all, why don’t you tell me something more about this one?” I refrain myself from rolling my eyes again, and instead ball up my fists to put all of my anger there. “This is the Les Paul Junior Tribute DC bass. It’s actually a tribute to the historic Gibson EB-0 bass from the late 50's, but with modern features. The short scale length is actually chosen by many for its strong fundamental tone and sits perfectly in a track when recording. The mahogany double cutaway body and maple neck with rosewood fingerboard balances perfectly when playing either sitting or strapped on. It's equipped with a single expanded range LP BassBucker pickup with single volume and tone controls for simplicity. The volume pot has a push-pull feature to coil tap the pickup scooping the mids for further tone shaping possibilities.” I’ve explained this many a times, so it almost sounds as if I’ve learned it by heart. “Oh! And it comes in four different finishes; Worn Ebony, Worn Cherry, Blue Stain and Worn Brown.” The woman looks at me, clearly impressed at my knowledge of the bass in her hands. I’m pretty sure I could’ve told her anything and she would’ve believed me. “I want to speak to the manager,” she then says and pushes the bass guitar back in my hands as if handling a cardboard box. If my reflexes weren’t what they are now, we would’ve had a broken bass and I would be the one that had to pay for it. “What for?” I ask, my anger slipping through into a vicious snarl. “Just because you learn everything by heart, doesn’t mean you’re a good salesperson.” I open my mouth to say something, but I know I can’t win against a Karen. So, instead, I plaster on my best fake smile and say “Of course, give me a second.” I turn on my heel and make my way back to the cash register to get Ash, my manager who’s been nothing but an absolute gem to me. She wasn’t looking for any employees, but still hired me when she saw how desperate I was and how good I was with the instruments. She even lets me write songs after hours. “Karen alert?” Ash asks when she sees my annoyed face, at the brim of exploding. “Yep, at the bass guitars,” I tell her and take her spot to handle a paying costumer. Ash hops over the counter and makes her way to the Karen at the bass guitars. Only for her to leave the store in an angered rush without any bass guitar for her precious son. “That’s 44 dollars and 97 cents, please,” I tell the guy who’d come in for guitar strings, picks and some polish. He looks about my age. Dark hair gelled back, green almond-shaped eyes and rosy cheeks. He hands me the cash with a cute, nervous smile. “Thank you! And here’s the three cents change,” I hold out my hand for him to take the three cents, but he shakes his head. “Keep it,” he winks at me before grabbing his purchases and leaving the store. Leaving me all flustered and blushing. I hate when cute boys come to the shop and have the audacity to do this stuff to me. UGH. “Got rid of our Karen,” Ash tells me, “You can get back out there. I think the little girl over there at the piano could use some of your expertise.” She points to a fourteen-year-old gliding her fingers along the big wing of the white piano in the middle of our store. “Hi,” I say as I approach her, making her jump slightly. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. I’m Emily. Can I help you?” She scans my face for a moment, as if assessing whether or not I’m trustworthy. I guess she decides she does when she opens her mouth and four simple words flow out of it. “Do you play piano?” I’m a bit taken aback by the question. None of the costumers have ever asked me that question. “Yes, I do, actually,” I reply honestly. “I want to learn how to play the piano, but my mother doesn’t allow me. Says it’s too expensive. The piano, that is. And lessons are expensive too, she says.” She stops talking for a moment as if thinking about what to say next. “Will you teach me?” “Oh,” I manage to bring out, “I—we don’t really offer any piano lessons in the store. We just sell them.” Her eyes water and she visibly swallows a lump in her throat. “Okay…” she whimpers, making my heart break just that bit more. “Will you play me a song though? I love hearing people play.” I take a deep breath as I think about how to turn this girl down. But then I remember my parents turning me and my dreams down. “Sure, I can play you a song. Any requests?” I ask as I sit down on the stool in front of us, patting beside me to invite her too. “Surprise me,” she says, shaking her head with a big smile on her face. I carefully touch the keys as I think of a song to sing. Once I’ve figured that out, I begin to play the right melody and then chime in with the lyrics I’d written with Uncle Robert when he was still alive. The song I cherish the most and wouldn’t share with anyone. But this girl reminds me too much of myself, and I think she might take something from the message. “Here's the one thing I want you to know You got someplace to go Life's a test, yes But you go toe to toe You don't give up, no, you grow.” The girl looks up at me with big Bambi eyes, urging me to continue. “And you use your pain Cause it makes you you Though I wish I could hold you through it I know it's not the same You got living to do And I just want you to do it So get up, get out, relight that spark You know the rest by heart” As I begin the chorus, I hear drums backing me up from somewhere inside the store, and when I look around, I find Ash behind a drum set with a smile on her face as she helps me out a little. “Wake up, wake up, if it's all you do Look out, look inside of you It's not what you lost, it's what you'll gain Raising your voice to the rain Wake up your dream and make it true Look out, look inside of you It's not what you lost Relight that spark Time to come out of the dark Wake up, wake up” By now, Ash and I have gained an audience. Most of the costumers in line don’t even mind having to wait to pay until we’re done with this outburst of ours. “Better wake those demons, just look them in the eye No reason not to try Life can be a mess, I won't let it cloud my mind I'll let my fingers fly” The girl next to me still has the same expression on her face. Eyes pooled with admiration and inspiration. Exactly the reason why I make music and why it’s been a dream of mine to make a career out of it. “And I use the pain 'cause it's part of me And I'm ready to power through it Gonna find the strength, find the melody 'Cause you showed me how to do it Get up, get out, relight that spark You know the rest by heart” I go for the chorus again, and then pop in with the bridge. The one I added to uncle’s song. The costumers in the store stare at Ash and me with smiles on their faces whilst swaying along to the song. “So wake that spirit, spirit I wanna hear it, hear it No need to fear it, you're not alone You're gonna find your way home” I close my eyes as I hit that high note, then stop playing for a second whilst starting the chorus for the last time. Even Ash backs me up with some backing vocals after having heard the chorus a couple of times already. “Wake up, wake up, if it's all you do” The both of us pick up the melody again, putting more power behind the rest of the song. “Look out, look inside of you It's not what you lost, it's what you'll gain Raising your voice to the rain Wake up your dream and make it true Look out, look inside of you When you're feeling lost Relight that spark Time to come out of the dark Wake up, wake up” I hit the last couple of notes on the piano before a roar of applause and cheers fills up the entire store. The fourteen-year-old beside me is clapping the loudest of them all. Her eyes still wide and admiring and full of life. “What’s your name?” I ask the girl, causing her to stop clapping. “Kayla,” she replies. “Listen to me, Kayla. Even if your parents don’t agree with your big dreams, please, never give up on your dream! If this is really what you want to do, go for it. You’ll find a way, I promise you.” A tear rolls down her pink cheek as her bottom lip trembles slightly. “Don’t give up, okay?” She nods her head vigorously. “Thank you, Emily!” she wraps her arms around me into a tight hug before hopping off the stool and rushing out the store. As I watch her run out, my eyes land on a guy. Somewhat my age, I think. I can’t really function for a second as his hazel eyes stare at me and with his mouth curled up on one side. When I finally manage to move again, my eyes scan him entirely. His brown hair sticks out from underneath an orange beanie, his nose fine and cheekbones defined. He’s wearing a flannel shirt over a grey muscle tank and ripped black jeans. I give him an awkward smile before heading back to the cash register. “Can you do register for a moment? I need to check something in stock,” Ash asks me, and I simply nod before helping the next costumer. After the fifth costumer, the boy who’d been staring at me before shows up in front of me. “How can I help?” I ask with my best customer service-smile. “By giving your number,” he replies coyly. I was going to give him the cute boy card until those words came out of his mouth. “Sorry, my number ain’t for sale,” I reply and look behind him, “Next!” “Oh, no, sorry! Uhm, I don’t mean it like that, I—” Before he can mutter another word, I interrupt him. “Are you going to purchase something, bro?” He opens his mouth, then closes it again, looking like a goldfish. “Uhm… No… I just—” I interrupt him again. “Next customer, please,” I stare at him intensely, hoping that’d chase him away. He knocks on the counter before moving away, clearly defeated by the rejection. I can’t believe douchebags like him still exists in this generation. People need to learn manners. “Hi, how can I help you?” I ask the next customer, bringing back my best smile. Just got to move on, just as I moved on from dealing with a Karen again today. Best way to do that, is focus on all the other customers. For the rest of my shift, I have not been able to shake the cute-but-rude guy from before. There’s something about him that haunts me still and I can’t seem to figure out what it is. Not even when I’m focusing on cleaning up the store. As I’m dusting the piano, I hear the bell above the door ring. “Sorry, we’re closed!” I yell without looking up from the piano. “Are you going to play again?” The voice sends shivers down my spine as it takes me right back to that one douchey line it uttered just a mere hour before. “Again, we are closed, sorry.” This time it comes out more like a snarl and with a bit of poison. The boy in front of me chuckles and holds his hands up in defeat. “Listen, I’m sorry about before, but—” he steps closer to me, but I hold up my finger to make him stop, and it seems to help as he simply freezes in place. “But the store is closed. Goodbye now.” I go back to dusting off the piano and wait for the bell to ring again, but it doesn’t. Instead, the sound of guitar strums reaches my ears. “You can’t touch any of the guitars without supervision,” I tell him sternly, but when I meet his eyes and they’re looking at me intently as if urging me to do something. “You’re supervising me, aren’t you?” he asks cockily, still stroking the strings, creating a beautiful melody that fills up my head. “What do you want?” I ask bitterly, looking at him again, and hoping it would make him leave faster. “For you to sing.” “Sing what?” He shrugs, leaving me to wonder what he means by that. “I have a lot of work to do, dude. Please, leave,” I sound pathetic, nearly begging him to leave. I’m only a step away from begging on my knees. The sound of the guitar abruptly stops when I go back to cleaning the piano. “Listen, I just wanted to tell you that what you did earlier today was amazing. You know, not a lot of people have the power you have. Did you see what you did to all those people in here? Imagine doing that for thousands of people! Have you ever thought of that?” I turn to look at him, suddenly having the urge to tell him everything. Then I remember what a douchebag he really is. “I don’t have time for this. Please. Leave!” I shout at him before heading towards the cash register to start counting the money. It’s silent for a while until the bell over the door breaks it. I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding. This boy did something to me without me even realizing it. Nope. Can’t trust boys. They don’t do anything but break hearts and be douchebags. But this one somehow seemed different. No other boy has ever left such an impression as he did. And I didn’t even have a proper conversation with him. I just hope I don’t have to see him. Like ever again.

#julie and the phantoms #julie and the himbos #charlie gillespie x oc #OC Emily Fox #charlie gillespie #luke patterson #reggie jatp #alex jatp #julie molina #jeremy shada #madison reyes #owen joyner

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calamitykaty · 4 years

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Invisible String: Part 1

A Luke Patterson x OC fanfic.

Preview: Charlotte Dubois stumbles into Luke Patterson while signing up for the open mic night. Luke becomes startled that Charlotte can see him and chaos ensues when her best friend Chase points out that she is talking to thin air.

Part 2

“Hmmm...Julie and the phat ones, that’s a unique band name…” Charlotte quipped as she peered over the boy with the shaggy hair’s shoulder, trying to get a peek at the open mic list to make sure there was a spot left for her to take. The boy turned quickly at hearing her words, Charlotte, caught off guard, dropped her hot chai tea.

The tea splattered across the floor, covering her white kicks with the milky brown liquid. She felt her cheeks heating up as she rambled out apologies and reached past the boy to grab napkins and began mopping up the mess.

“I am so so so sorry….” Charlotte rattled.

‘Yo, Char, who are you talking to?” Chase, her best friend and the coffee shop bus boy asked with a towel in hand.

Charlotte, with her free hand, gestured to the shaggy haired boy.

“....are you on something, there is no one there, Char.” Chase quipped.

Charlotte lifted her head, her brows furrowed as she looked between the boy and her best friend.

“I--I...what?” Charlotte stammered.

Chase grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her to her feet “go sign up for the open mic, you big goof. I will get this mess taken care of, and because I love you soooo much I will even replace your chai tea...no charge.”

Charlotte scribbled her name onto the last spot for the open mic “Charlotte Dubois”

“Don’t worry about the tea, I’ve gotta go.” Charlotte pushed by her best friend and was out the door before he could even respond. She didn’t know what to make of what just transpired. Was Chase pulling one over on her? Was she hallucinating or going crazy? Her brows were furrowed and her head down and she wound her way through the city streets with her mind racing.

“Oof.” She let out a grunt as her back hit the sidewalk.

“We have to stop meeting this way.” A melodic voice called out. Charlotte picked herself up from the ground, and dusted her knees off. She looked up and made eye contact with the same boy from the coffee shop.

“I’m Luke” the boy said casually while Charlotte pulled herself together.

“...and it's Julie and the phantoms not phat ones…” he muttered.

Charlotte couldn’t help the laugh that made its way out of her mouth “you should tell that to your handwriting.”

“Ooooh Burn!” A slightly taller blonde boy hooted.

“How---” Charlotte questioned only to be cut off by the blonde guy telling Luke

“---I learned that one from my new friend, Willie, Isn’t it cool?”

“Great job, Alex, you scared her.” Luke scoffed and rolled his eyes.

Charlotte stumbled back up until her back hit the hard brick wall of the corner bodega. She squeezed her eyes closed tight and her hands held her head in exasperation. She knew she had to be hallucinating now as the blonde guy definitely wasn’t there two seconds prior.

“Hey, you okay?” Luke asked softly as he and his blonde friend slowly approached Charlotte.They both knelt down in front of her and waited for her to respond.

Charlotte slowly opened her eyes and studied both of their faces, searching for some kind of answer. Any answer really that would justify how Alex just appeared out of thin air.

“How did you---”

Alex offered an apologetic smile “didn’t mean to scare ya, sorry about that.” he said sheepishly.

A smile spread wide across Luke’s face as he exclaimed “Isn’t this crazy, dude? She can SEE us. Like, really see us. I can’t wait to tell reg and Julie.”

Charlotte would have typically admired the adorable showcase of excitement that she just witnessed, like the way Luke’s eyes got so big and round or the way his smile brightened up his whole face or even the way his body seemed to literally vibrate with excitement. But instead, she felt like she was going to vomit.

She rested her head on her arms, which were propped up on her knees. “I’m going crazy” she whispered to herself.

“We’re all a little crazy,” Luke offered.

Charlotte snorted. “I am talking to someone that my best friend said wasn’t actually there and then this other guy shows up out of thin air. I am crazy. I have fully lost my mind. Someone is going to see me talking to myself and have me committed. My life is over.” Charlotte rambled, it was a trait that anyone close to her was very familiar with. Her brain had a way of turning collective thoughts into a train wreck.

Alex bit his lip as he pondered the best way to handle the situation. Luke may have had all of the charm, but he was certainly not equipped to handle upset girls, especially crying ones.

“Look, you’re not crazy, We can explain everything to you but it’s best if we do it at our friend Julie’s place.”

Charlotte bit her lip as she pulled herself up.Both of the boys stared at her in silence but Luke let a small smile slip when Charlotte nodded her head and gestured for them to lead the way. She wasn’t the type to typically follow strangers into the unknown but she needed answers and more importantly she needed to know why she felt so connected to them.

Part 1 of ?? Please let me know if you want me to continue????

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gloomyhearts · 3 years

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Mellillla || Owen P. Joyner

Chapter one~ I'll be dead

High school sweethearts as their friends called them but they were never in a relationship. Several years passed them when their life moved on. Will their paths meet again?

AN: Hey guys.. so here's my first Owen Joyner x fem!OC. Hope you enjoy it :)

The brunette girl hurried through the hallways to her next class, many other students stood by their lockers chattering with one another. Her flow was interrupted as someone grabber her arm making her stop.

"Why are you running, Dahl?" A breath of relief escaped her lips when she saw Lilith.

"We have a class in like two minutes," she argues.

Lilith let out a chuckle. "We have lunch you idiot" her chuckle grow into a loud laughter.

"What really?" Dahlia turns her left wrist to see the watch.

"What the.."

"You're hilarious," her hand resting on her abdomen from laughing.

"That's not funny," Dahlia's index pushed her glasses further on her nose.

"Come on, let's get you some food," the red haired girl grabbed her wrist pulling her to the cafeteria.

When they arrived there her graze felt on her group of friends sitting on one of the tables near the wall as always.

"You made it, D. Finally," Samuel raises his hand for her to high five it.

She came to a halt and her hand met a wet one.

"Why.. what was that," she groans bringing her hand up to her nose. It didn't smell at all.

"Chill it was just water" he holds his bottle up.

Dahlia rolled her eyes while sitting down.

"So what's your plan for the weekend?" Chloe asks.

"Well, I have volleyball on Saturday and Sunday there's this school play where the bands playing," Dahlia explains as she steals some carrots from Lilith.

"And after that?"

"Serious? After that I'm dead" she knitted one of her brows.

"There's a campfire at Josh's," Jacob suggests.

"Feel free to go" she gestures with her hand.

"Not without you D." He states.

"I'm not coming"

"Please Dahl," Emma had her puppy eyes as she pleaded.

"Guys.. fine, maybe" Dahlia grabs her backpack.

"Where you're going?"

"The break is over in a few. I'm just eluding the big crowd." She winked at them and made her way over to the door.

"She really left. What a girl" every single one at the table began to laugh.

After her last class the brunette had her last rehearsal for the show on Sunday. Her feet steps into the room and her eyes laid abruptly on this special person.

His cap was turned around and held most of his hair back yet single strands of his blonde hair were falling into his face as he played enthusiastic the drums.

She walked over to the piano and took a seat. Her finger run softly over the ivories. A shy small smile suited her lips, deep in her thoughts. Dahlia didn't noticed that someone walked over to her, she shrieks slightly as the shadow laid over her.

"Hey gurl," the familiar voice spoke.

"Val," Dahlia was on her feet again throwing her arms around her.

"I thought you wouldn't come"

"I can't miss this. You know" she rolled her eyes with a smile on her lips.

"Didn't saw you during break" she points.

"I came just for this" the blonde explains.

"Cause I couldn't do this without you"

"We're just rehearsing," Valerie laughs.

"I couldn't do it either," she retorts.

"I know."

"Please take your seats," the teacher shouts.

"We begin with song 3 cause y'all suck at it."

Dahlia was the first to play in this, she nervously let her fingers fly over the keys again. Then the drummer began quietly, giving it all a rhythm and then the rest. Their teacher was somewhat disgusted but also kinda hopeful that her class could do it just good.

"Dahlia, a little louder please," the named girl hit the keys a little harder and her teacher send her a thumb up.

The chords of the last song echoed through the room and the students as well as their teacher seemed pleased.

"Great guys. Go home and get some rest before sunday," the teacher suggests suggests as the music stops.

All the students gathered around the drums giving the person behind various compliments. Dahlia herself moved to the door already out of the room as her teacher calls after her.

"What's wrong?" She arrived at the table.

"You sure about the scholarship?" He questions.

"Yeah, I think I suck too much. I wouldn't make it in the business," Dahlia insists.

"Whatever you say sweetie. I don't wanna push you into something," he states.

Her graze falling on her hands.

"But it'd be a loss," Dahlia's view rose up.

"Thanks but.. I really don't know," she shrugged her shoulders.

"It's okay, Dahlia, really," he gave her a resuring smile. Dahlia nodds and waved to her as she made her way out.

"What did he wanted?" Valerie throws her arm around her shoulder guiding her to the exit.

"Just the scholarship thing"

"Just? Are you serious? Are you stupid? Actually don't answer. I thought we'd have a girl night. At 7 at mine?"

Dahlia nodds as an answer and went to her mother's car.

"See you baby," Valerie shouts after her, Dahlia just winked at her.

"Hi mom," she opens the passenger door and threw her backpack in, following it shortly after.

"Hey hun."

"Can I sleep over at Val's?"

"Yeah of course but don't forget your game tomorrow"

"She'll drive me there."

Actually Valerie is a senior like most of the people in the band but Dahlia is allowed, due to her outstanding grades and well playing, to be in the band. At first her parents were suspicious because the kids were all two til three years older than her innocent Dahlia.

But surprisingly the others hadn't a problem with her joining the band they were even keen. Mostly all of them.

"Can you maybe bring me to her?"

"Your sister said she's going to a friend too, she'll drop you there," she explains.

"Great," she comments. Well since Dahlia joined the band at the end of her freshman year, her sister hears her name more often from her friends having no spare time of her.

"I don't know where your problem is"

"Well since I joined her some of her friends in the band she hates me."

"She doesn't mean it like this. I think she's scared you're stealing her friends."

"That was a year ago and I haven't, not even one. Just Val," and that was the point.

Valerie and Serena were friends, best friends until high school started for them but Valerie and Dahlia became friends after two years off their "break up".

It wasn't pretty , it was filthy to be honest but it was Serena's fault mostly but that's yesterday's news.

"You're breaking the news to her," the young girl says as she exits the car.

When Dahlia entered her room the first thing she does is to put her glasses into its case, the second thing is to pack her suitcase for the weekend, during the drive home she clarified that she'd stay the whole weekend at her friend's house.

"I'm not driving you there," her sister rushes into the room.

"Well good afternoon to you too, sister," she comments.

"But it's literally on your way. You're even driving her road," dahlia adds.

"But I have to stop right in front of her home," Serena argues.

"I'd jump out the car," the brunette suggests.

"That's a great idea," she turns around and leaves as fast as she got in.

She's so dump Dahlia thought.

"I'm leaving on 6.30" Serena shouted through the door and a smile creeped on Dahlia's lips. She continues to push her things into the suitcase.

"You're moving out?" Her younger brother questions as she wandered to the stairs.

"Shut up."

"Just that you know. Mom says if you blow up the house she puts you up for adoption," she announced as her feet steps on the first stair.

"You ready?" Dahlia nodds and followed her sister behind.

The car ride was covered with silence, neither of them said a single word until they arrived at the front of Valerie's house.

"Thanks for driving me Serena," Dahlia gave her a weak smile as she grabs her suitcase and moved the way to the front.

"You're finally here," Valerie throws the door open and pulled her inside.

"Had Serena really droped you here?" Dahlia nodds, waving Val's parents as they walked past them.

"Hello dear. Nice to see you again," her mother greeted the brunette.

"You'll find us upstairs," she tells them.

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existential-queeer · 3 years

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Not me being so starved for JATP content that I create a whole OC for season 2 which netflix hasn't fucking confirmed yet and giving her a whole entire story arc

definitely not me

but like....if you wanna hear it or share OC's....hmu....👉🏻👈🏻

#luke julie and the phantoms #reggie julie and the phantoms #julie and the phantoms #jatp #madison reyes #luke patterson #julie x luke #charlie gillespie #owen patrick joyner #jeremy shada #netflix #oc #oc x canon #julie molina #sunset curve #willex #alex x willie #alex julie and the phantoms #flynn julie and the phantoms

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im-in-love-with-pizza-bites · 3 years

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Happy First Father's Day

Owen Joyner X Fem!Reader, Owen Joyner x Daughter!OC

Summary: It's Owen's first father's day.

Warnings:

A/n: Okay bitches it's fathers day so go to your father figure/ actually father/ some random man on the street and say Happy father's day. (Dont actually walk up to a strange man on the street and say happy fathers day that's very dangerous)

You and Owen are engaged and have a 7-month-old daughter, named Bellamy. It's Owen's first father day and you were excited to celebrate it with him. You let him sleep in and hurried to get your daughter out of her crib. Then you brought her to the kitchen to start making breakfast. She was in her highchair.

"Okay baby girl. What should we make daddy?" You asked pulling the pan out. She just cooed and stuck her hand in her mouth. "Okay." You chuckled grabbing eggs.

It wasn't long before breakfast was done so you quickly moved your daughter to your bed next to her dad before hurrying to get breakfast. You sat the tray on your side of the bed before gently shaking him.

"Baby wake up." You whispered. He groaned looking at you.

"What? Is belle crying?" You shook your head.

"Happy father's day!" You smiled. He smiled sitting up looking at bella was was sitting next to him smiling.

"Hi there Girlie." He pulled her onto his lap. "Ooh breakfast."

"Wow." You laughed handing him the tray.

"I love you." Owen smiles up at you before he began eating, sharing of his food with the baby on his lap.

"What do you want to do today baby?"

"Hang out with bella." He said before adding: "And you. Mostly bella though."

"She stole my man." You scoffed feigning offense.

"You made her." He shrugged feeding her a bit of the scrambled eggs. "Thank you for breakfast."

"Your welcome babe." You smiled. "Belle helped make you a gift. You can have it after breakfast." You said sitting down next to him.

"I want the gift first." He pouts. "I think Bella wants to give it to me now."

"Nope Babe." You laughed. He finished eating, sharing his food with Bellamy before finally you went to get the gift.

"Hand it over!" He said excitedly from his place on the couch. He had moved after breakfast.

"Here you go!"

"Yes!" He opened it up smiling. He pulled out a sign that said "I ❤ you daddy from the top of my head to the tips of his toes. love always, Bellamy." But the heart was made out of her footprints. "Aw!!" He cooed.

"Do you like it? Bella worked very hard on it." You smiles.

"It's perfect." He took Bella from you bouncing her a bit. "Thank you, baby girl."

"Your welcome." You did a silly voice pretending to be Bella.

"I love you." Owen leaned over and kissed you.

"I love you too."

#owen joyner x y/n #owen patrick joyner x reader #owen joyner #owen patrick joyner #owen joyner x reader #owen joyner fic #owen joyner fanfic #x reader #fathersday #fluff #jatp cast

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tefilovesreading · 3 years

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Masterlist✨

CURRENTLY DROWNING WITH SCHOOL! I’LL BE BACK

(Non-Linked titles means the story is planned, being edited or queued)

Charlie Gillespie // Luke Patterson

Wanna go for a walk? (Charlie x Fem!Reader)

Long Overdue (Charlie x OC)

Things I love about you (Charlie x Fem!Reader)

Tolerate it (Charlie x Fem!Reader)

It’s a match! PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4

High expectations (Alive!Luke x Fem!Reader)

Don’t give it away (Alive!Luke x Fem!Reader)

Owen Patrick Joyner

Karaoke nights (Owen x Fem!Reader)

#masterlist #jatp cast imagine #charlie gillespie x reader #owen joyner x reader #luke patterson x reader

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charlies-gillespie · 3 years

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risqué | owen joyner (part two)

PART ONE

paring: fem!reader x owen joyner

summary: even after everything that happened new year’s eve, Owen and reader don’t stop, especially since reader’s birthday is New Year’s day ... (34) “were you just touching yourself?” “maybe”

requested: yes

length: medium

rating: R

warnings: SMUT. birthday sex, touching, dirty talk

!! NOT MY GIF !!

MASTERLIST || PROMPTS LIST

authors note: and here’s part two. enjoy :)

Owen left the bed to go grab some snacks. It’s close to four in the morning and it’s now your birthday. You’re grateful to have ended the past year on a high note while also beginning your birthday on a high note.

All the sex you’ve had tonight has been the best you’ve ever had. Sex with Owen is always amazing, but tonight has been breathtaking. Every movement, every kiss, and every touch. It feels like it’s the first time over and over again.

The memory of Owen touching you is basically fresh in your mind, and you feel your core begin to throb a bit as you remember how his fingers felt on your skin. You remember how his fingers ran through your folds and occasionally flicked your stimulated clit. You rub your thighs together, needing some relief. Then you decide to do it yourself since you don’t know when Owen will be back.

You reach under the covers and begin to mimic Owen’s fingers and how they felt last night. A gasp passes your lips as your fingers run through your already slick folds. Your eyes flutter shut as you spread your legs apart to make it easier for yourself.

Soft sighs pass your lips as you play with your clit. You pant slightly and squirm under your own touch. Before you can stop it, you moan out, “Owen.”

Then you hear the floor creak and your eyes fly open, seeing a wide-eyed Owen standing in the doorway. “Shit,” you mumble under your breath. “Owen, I can explain-”

“Were you just touching yourself?” he asks, interrupting you.

You blink at him and say, “Maybe.”

Owen shuts the door, locking it. He drops the snacks on the bedside table and crawls back onto the bed. He hovers over you and says, “Let me help.”

His fingers replace yours and you gasp softly. You stare up at Owen as he gently begins to rub your already stimulated clit. You bite your lip softly, trying to stay quiet. Owen pulls your lip out from between your teeth, saying, “You know what that does to me so unless you want another round of birthday sex, then stop doing that.”

With a shaky voice, you ask, “What if I want another round of birthday sex?”

He smirks and says, “Then you’ll get another around of birthday sex.” Then he pulls the blankets off of you and settles between your legs. Owen’s lips crash to yours and you gasp. You cup his face as you heavily makeout with Owen. His fingers slide into you and you moan softly against his lips.

You make soft noises as Owen fingers you. Your fingers are in Owen’s hair, gripping slightly. His tongue slips between your slightly parted lips. Owen groans softly as his tongue slides into your mouth.

“Owen,” you moan against his lips. “Please.”

Your boyfriend asks, “Please what?”

You pull back from the kiss and pant, “Fuck me, Owen. I need you to fuck me.”

Owen smiles and says, “I have fucked you, Y/N. Multiple times since yesterday.”

“And I’m asking you you to fuck me again,” you say. “I want you to fuck me like you haven’t fucked me multiple times since yesterday.”

He smirks and says, “Gladly.”

Quickly, Owen grabs yet another condom out of the box that sits on your bedside table next to the snacks Owen grabbed. He slides it on himself before settling back between your legs. His tip runs through your folds and you sigh softly.

Owen begins to kiss your neck and you tilt your head back, giving him full access to your neck. You feel him begin to slide into you. You sigh, a smile on your face as you’re overwhelmed with pleasure.

You feel Owen leave a mark on your neck and you say, “I have to explain all these marks and stuff to my mother when we go downstairs later.”

“You can tell her how good I fucked you,” Owen mumbles against the skin on your neck. “Because I’m about to fuck you so good, princess.” He used the nickname. You know what’s coming, and you can’t wait.

He begins thrusting hard into you. You gasp and moan as he moves thrusts his hips. Your back is arched off the bed. Owen kisses your chest as he moves.

You moan out, “Oh, God. Owen. Don’t stop. Fuck, please don’t stop.”

Owen asks, “Harder?” Then he pounds into you without holding back. Your bed creaks with every movement. Your nails are digging into the skin on Owen’s arms. Your mouth is open and moans pass your lips.

A knot forms in your stomach as Owen thrusts his hips hard into you. You stare up at Owen above you and pant, “I am so in love with you. You always make me feel so good.”

Your boyfriend leans down and presses a sweet kiss to your lips as he continues to fuck you. You groan against his lips as you’re pulled closer to an orgasm. You cup Owen’s face as his tip begins to slam into your g-spot again and again. You moan loudly against his lips.

The knot in your stomach begins to explode and you pull back from the kiss, moaning Owen’s name and a punch of profanities. “Fuck, Owen,” you cry out. “God.”

His movements get sloppy as he releases into the condom. You pant as Owen helps you both ride out your climaxes. Owen’s covered in a layer of sweat and collapses onto you with a sigh. You smile and look at Owen. He looks up at you and says, “No more birthday sex. I’m all sexed out. I don’t think I have another round in me after that.”

You smile and say, “We’ve been going since pretty much yesterday. I think it’s okay if we stop. The birthday sex has been amazing.”

Owen laughs and says, “I hope your birthday started out nice.”

“It started out with you fucking me. I think it’s the best start to a birthday I’ve had in a long time,” you say to Owen.

He kisses you softly before he pulls out of you and pulling off the condom, tying it off and throwing it out. You get back under the covers and cuddle up to Owen, intertwining your legs with his.

“We need to come up with an excuse to why I have marks all over my neck and chest,” you say as you get comfortable.

Owen smiles and says, “Wear a turtleneck. It’s cold enough.”

You laugh and shakes your head, burying your face in Owen’s neck and dozing off.

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jatphatones · 3 years

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Here With You | Owen Joyner x Reader

A/N: I interrupt this broadcast with an Owen Request where the reader and Owen are straight vibing but not able to get together as easily as they and the cast would like. It’s almost 5k of pure fluff and that’s so on brand for me. Enjoy xx

Word count: 4.7k

Warnings: swearing, typos, flooooof

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Madi was absolutely gobsmacked. It’s only been a week, but already you’ve managed to make her break character an embarrassing amount of times. Charlie and Jeremy couldn’t agree more when Madi shared this realization. Whenever they’re filming with you, they have to mentally prepare in hopes that they won’t laugh but they know it’s inevitable.

Season 3 of JATP allowed the directors to have way more creativity with introducing characters such as yourself. You were set to play a new member of Dirty Candy because the new season called for more analysis and character development of the popular girl group. Kenny welcomed you, and you were floored when you stepped on set your first day.

Savannah, Tori, and the other Dirty Candy girls made you feel comfortable quickly which, frankly, was relieving. All of you hung out during your first week at Savannah’s apartment, enjoying drinks and games; you got to really know the girls. By the end of the week, Savannah was comfortable yelling at you for messing around during a scene and you were comfortable messing with her costume any chance you got.

When you had scenes with the leads of the show, you were a little more apprehensive. You never got the chance to meet them before your scene with them and so you put on a more serious front when filming. But when Owen wanted to hide Charlie’s hydroflask, you subtly held out your hand and hid the water bottle behind your back. Owen gave you a grateful nod, but regretted it as soon as Charlie accused him of his crime and put the poor blonde into a headlock before you revealed his precious water bottle. Charlie and Jeremy jokingly said they would keep an eye on you while Owen gave you a hi-five. And with Madi, you easily developed a friendship when she saw you sneak some snacks between scenes, and you bonded over your munchy habits. Over time, they realized just how much they looked forward to filming with your character as you revealed more of yourself and your fun personality. It was never a dull moment with you.

One day, even though you had the day off, you visited the set. They were filming some scenes with just Madi and the guys. Owen often found himself talking to you instead of the other guys when they had breaks, and Madi acutely noticed that. When she saw the two of you doubled over in laughter, she realized that you had a knack for making others laugh and smile with ease, just like Owen. Honestly, you’ve probably made all of them break character more often than Owen has done in the past two seasons - a feat not so easily achieved. Even without your quick wit and impeccable humor, Madi always loved how warm and welcoming you were now that you were comfortable with the whole cast. Again, Charlie and Jeremy shared her sentiment. All three of them especially knew that Owen definitely appreciated their new cast member.

The drummer was enthralled by you. From the first sly smirk you offered him when he handed you Charlie’s water bottle, he knew he was hooked. He thought it was so adorable how you would make weird noises or intensely scrunched your nose whenever you fucked up a line. Then he thought you were such a wonderful force whenever you perfectly executed a scene. Every little mannerism or lilt in your voice fit your character to a tee, and Owen was in awe of your talent. But when you started to crack jokes or make fun of the guys for slipping up? Oh, he was a goner. Soon, the pair of you would bounce back and forth whenever you had the chance to improvise or fuck around.

And once Madi shared these observations with Savannah, they both tried their best to get their friends together. Keyword tried.

“Okay, I don’t know how much longer I can nudge Y/N into Owen before I explode,” Savannah huffs.

“Oh my god, same. If Owen doesn’t ask her out, I will be livid,” Madi replies with an eye roll. Jadah just shakes her head in disappointment.

The trio of girls all watch on as their oblivious friends have fun on the dance floor of the wrap party. It was clear that you both were in your own world amongst the partygoers, serenading to each other and dancing goofily. When Taylor Swift’s voice echoes through the room, Madi drops her head with a sigh when she sees you grab Owen’s arm in excitement.

“This would be so much cuter if they were together,” Savannah pouts as they observe the two of you jumping around.

You didn’t have a clue what Savannah, Jadah, and Madison were talking about because you were too busy having the time of your life with Owen. You couldn’t even hear the lyrics coming out of Owen’s mouth as he was so breathless from jumping around - you probably sound the exact same.

“Y/N, YOU ARE SO GOOD AT DANCING,” Owen yells with glee, imitating your ridiculous moves.

Even though your clothes were starting to stick to you from the sweat, your throat was raw from singing, and your feet absolutely killed, there was nowhere else you’d rather be. As soon as you arrived fashionably late, Owen immediately found you - how could he not when you always lit up the room and looked absolutely stunning. Owen had stuck by your side throughout the whole party, never being more than an arm’s length away. You didn’t notice that you never strayed away from him either, subconsciously always staying within his reach. It was like you were magnets, always drawn to each other no matter how far apart you were.

And when you started dancing, oh buddy. At first, the whole cast was dancing together, celebrating like crazy. Charlie was messing with everybody and goofing around while everyone else was vibing and having a good time. Soon, it was just a few of you dancing in your own little worlds. You didn’t know it, but Owen was usually one of the first people to leave the dance floor, always wanting to just watch instead of embarrass himself. You figured that he stuck by your side because now he was great at dancing as per Kenny Ortega, but Owen knows that it’s because of you. You had him wrapped around your finger. Sure, he was tired and he was honestly still a little iffy about dancing, but when you smile at him like that, he was rooted to the dance floor.

“Alright Joyner, I gotta go to the bathroom. You should go get something to drink after all that ‘dancing’,” you sigh, smirking when he laughed at your air quotes. You felt your feet screaming at you to take a break and couldn’t ignore them any longer.

“Fine, do you want something too?”

“Yes please!” You turn around and walk to the bathroom, passing the girls. Savannah almost gags at how obvious Owen was just staring at your ass as you walk away from him. She and the other girls follow you to the bathroom.

“Hey girl, having fun?” You just stepped up to the sink when your friends walk into the bathroom, joining you at the mirror and fixing up their outfits.

“I’m having a great time, you?” All the girls let out noises of agreements, and you miss their shared looks when you wash your hands.

“Looks like you were having the time of your life with Owen out there,” Madi teases. Jadah chuckles while checking on her makeup.

“I know what you guys are doing,” you retort, ignoring Madi’s quip, “it’s the wrap party and I’m enjoying all the time I have left with every one of y’all before we go our separate ways.”

You knew exactly what Madison was implying, but didn’t want to entertain any idea. Sure, you were closer to Owen than the other guys, but you didn’t want to get distracted by him or the idea of a relationship while you were filming...although, you guess that isn’t the case anymore. Regardless, you wanted to get away from their nosey tendencies.

When you and the girls leave the bathroom, you all go your separate ways. Immediately, your eyes search for the tall blonde boy, almost like they recognize that it’s been too long since they’ve been away from their companion blue eyes. When they do find Owen, you freeze on your spot, entranced by the scene in front of you. The way his smile lit up under the dim lights, how his hair fell through the fingers that ran through them, the way he took up the space around him and filled it with happiness and laughter....

It all became too much for your heart to handle. For weeks you’ve tried to suppress any inkling of romantic feelings for your co-star, but it’s useless. You bonded with Owen on so many levels and loved every second you spent with him. From laughs on set to deep late-night/early-morning talks after work, you loved every word that came out of his mouth and every time his eyes met yours. When his eyes finally meet yours across the room, the only word that flows through your head is fool - fool for believing that you could resist your feelings.

“I didn’t know if you wanted a real drink or water, but after our stellar Taylor Swift jam sesh, figured you needed to rehydrate,” Owen says as he hands you water. He shakes his head when you take several gulps of the drink and then give him a breathless thanks.

“I gotta ask,” Owen starts, watching you sip at your drink now that you feel better, “what’s with girls going to the bathroom together?”

“Oh, that? That’s just a thing you do, I don’t know,” you wonder, not really questioning this normal habit, “it’s our time to regroup and just talk I guess...I really don’t know!” You laugh when Owen lets out a little huff at your vague answer.

“Y’all talk about girl things like boys and clothes and stuff?” You wish you could snap at his archaic assumption, but you couldn’t because he was right. Instead, you stay silent, not letting him have the satisfaction of being right - he still laughs anyways.

“Speaking of boys, I heard Danny, one of the dancers, talking about you,” Owen informs you, idly pushing his straw around his drink.

“Oh?” You try not to overanalyze his subtle actions, but you hoped that the way he draws his lips into a tight line and stiffly nods might point signs towards something useful.

“Overheard him saying he might ask you out or something,” Owen takes a generous gulp of his drink, wincing at the burn of it, “would you go out with him?”

Owen scolds himself for asking that question because 1) that’s none of his business and 2) he’s subjecting himself to rejection if your answer is yes. But he just needs to know and patience was in short supply tonight.

“Nah, he’s not my type,” you answer. As close as you were observing your friend, you somehow miss how his chest slightly deflated with relief.

“And what’s your type?” Owen asks, trying not to sound so eager.

“Well,” you say slowly, thinking over your answer, “I don’t really care about looks really, but obviously he has to be kind. No assholes for me. And he’s gotta be passionate or ambitious. And he’s gotta be funny, but not funnier than me.”

“Guess I’m not an option then,” he jokes as soon as those words leave your mouth. Unsurprised by his quick wit, you retort back just as fast. You try not to stutter through your words as a result from his flirty comment.

“Don’t think of yourself too highly, Joyner. I’m way funnier than you so I think you would do just fine.” You’re surprised when he responds with a noncommittal noise instead of a sharp retort.

“So I guess I am an option?” Your eyes snap up at him and find him looking down at you with an unreadable expression. Not able to pinpoint his feelings through his expression, you quickly pick apart his question, trying to find any hint of a joke in his tone but finding none. If anything, you only find that the space between you two had significantly shortened; now you’re only a breath apart.

“Would you like to be one?” You ask with your eyes switching back and forth between his own, gauging his reaction at the question you throw back at him. Your lips were sensitive to the cold water you were sipping from how you started to chew through them. You almost choked on your next sip when Owen lifts a hand up to move a piece of hair out of your face with a trance-like expression. You knew that he was choosing his next words carefully as you both put your hearts out on the line. You could only wish to know what was going on under that gorgeous golden hair.

You felt like time stopped when Owen opened his mouth but felt it continue when you’re abruptly interrupted by Charlie’s loud shouts.

“Owen! Get over here! We’re gonna do the lift thing!” Charlie tugs at the arm that dropped from your face and Owen almost topples over from it. He couldn’t even spit out another word before Charlie drags him to the floor; he could only send you an apologetic glance. You wanted to throttle Charlie for taking Owen away, but you could never truly stay mad at the Canadian firecracker who was yelling at Owen to jump. Your serious conversation was put on the backburner as the boys somehow successfully do the lift. Sending a wave to a flying Owen, you find the girls and hang out with them for the rest of the night. They kept you busy, wanting to soak up all the time you had left with each other. By the time everyone was saying their goodbyes, you just met up with Owen again.

“I hoped you had a good night tonight,” Owen comments when you’re finally by his side, gathering your things.

“I did! It was so much fun. But I think my favorite part was dancing with you,” you admit. The drinks you shared with the girls loosened your tongue and you wanted to just blurt out everything and anything to Owen. Glancing behind Owen, you see that Savannah and Tori are waiting for you by the Uber and wiggling their eyebrows. You roll your eyes at them and try to gesture to them to fuck off, but Owen grabs your attention again.

“Listen,” he starts, fiddling with the buttons of his shirt.

“Yeah?” You look up at him through your lashes and Owen swears that his heart stops for just a second. Now that he finally has you close again after hours of fucking around with the guys, he was struck again with how utterly beautiful you are.

“I-”

“C’mon Y/N! The uber’s waiting!” You both turn to see Savannah hurriedly wave you over with Tori already in the car.

“Coming!” You yell back before turning back to the blonde. You try not to stare at the small exposed area of his chest as he picks at his buttons. Hoping that you finally get to talk about earlier, you look up at him when Savannah calls for you again.

“I,” he sighs before repeating his earlier gesture of moving a piece of hair out of your face, “I hope you get home safely.”

“Thanks Owen,” you sigh, hiding your disappointment.

“Good night, Y/N.”

You thank the higher power that you didn’t have to deal with your girlfriends’ knowing glances or teasing after tonight, but you curse the same power now that you won’t be seeing your favorite person anymore.

Honestly, Owen wasn’t surprised that he hadn’t heard much from you since wrapping the third season. Everyone was auditioning for roles, hanging out with friends and family, or devoting time to their own projects. Owen knew that you were participating in pilot season and very busy doing audition after audition. Not wanting to bother or distract you too much, he never brought up your conversation from the wrap party. Instead, he would send you encouraging texts whenever you sent quick updates throughout your time apart.

Sometimes he was lucky and got to facetime you whenever you decided to call him. He could act all embarrassed and admit that he would literally drop everything to answer your call, but he knows that Charlie, Jeremy, or Madi would never let him live it down. Heaven forbid Savannah gets wind of his eagerness to hear your voice or else he would have to deal with his old friend yelling at him again.

“Yeah I feel good about that audition, but you never know!” Your beautiful voice cuts in and out of his phone during one of your few calls and Owen silently swears at his apartment’s crappy wifi. Nonetheless, he’s not too mad when the screen freezes on your face, but he doesn’t tell you that.

“I keep saying you’re a great actor Y/N. You’ll get the part,” he offers sweetly and you scrunch your nose at his praise. He couldn’t resist taking a screenshot. You demand that he deletes the photo, but he loves it too much to listen to you.

“Are you ready to see my beautiful face next week?” Owen asks, flipping his hair dramatically.

“I’m absolutely dreading it. Can I ask them to delay the press junket another week?” You joke, laughing when he scoffs.

“Don’t lie to me Y/N! You can’t wait to see my face!” He yells, pointing at the screen with a determined look.

“I’m already looking at your face, dummy.”

“You know what I mean!”

“Yeah, yeah, I guess I’m excited,” you finally concede. You sigh when he smirks, not believing that you get to see that smile in just four days. It’s like your body knows that it’s going to be by Owen soon - your chest feels lighter, heart feels less lonely, and you feel yourself smiling to yourself more often than before. Like right now, you’re smiling when you wish Owen goodbye on the phone, knowing that that will be the last times you’ll be talking to him through a screen.

“I’m going to have you three do some quickfire questions to wrap up, is that alright?”

You and Owen eagerly agree to the interviewer’s idea. So far, you’ve done interviews with Savannah and Jadah while Booboo and Sacha were together for their own interviews and the JATP leads were together for theirs. The whole morning consisted of the three of you letting the interviewer know about your roles and having a great time with your girls after being so long without them.

After a quick lunch break where you caught up with the rest of the cast a little bit more, you were randomly broken up into three groups for interviews. You were paired with Savannah and Owen which both excited you and filled you with uncertainty at the sight of Savannah’s mischievous smirk. So far, it wasn’t that bad - all three of you were bouncing off each other like you usually did with an occasional comment about you and Owen by none other than Savannah.

“Out of the three of you, who was the better dancer?”

“Savannah,” you and Owen answer simultaneously. Savannah says my name but I brush her off because she is a phenomenal dancer.

“The best at crying on demand?”

“Y/N!”

“Me for sure. I had to cry almost three times in just one episode. All I gotta do is think about Owen’s face and the tears just come in so fast.” Everyone laughs at Owen’s loud protest, including Owen himself.

“Okay, moving on! Goofs off the most?”

“Owen!”

“The amount of pranks that you and Charlie did was insane,” Savannah rolls her eyes and we both wince as we look back at all the shenanigans the pair of boys did.

“In my defense, Charlie was the one that came up with them,” Owen throws up his hands and you swat them down.

“Doesn’t matter dummy!” Savannah throws a look over at you, which she had been doing whenever you and Owen would banter during the interview. The interviewer loves all of it though and keeps encouraging it with glee.

“And finally, who was the funniest?”

“Me.”

“Me!”

Savannah throws a hand over her mouth to cover the laughter just wanting to burst out at the sight of yours and Owen’s matching shocked expressions. Owen couldn’t believe that you didn’t say his name and you couldn’t believe that he didn’t say your name. Both Savannah and the interviewer were eating this up.

“I was the funniest!” I say incredulously, trying to stop the smile emerging on my face. I saw Owen’s mouth quirk up a little too, knowing that we both weren’t actually insulted and about to have so much fun with this.

“Oh please, I had Charlie and Jeremy laughing all the time,” he throws his arm around the back of your chair with an air of mock superiority.

“That’s nothing! They’re always messing around,” you argue, “Savannah! Who is it?”

The both of you turn to your co-star who looked so amused. She looked like she was watching an episode of a reality tv-show, and she was having a blast.

“Even though you are one of my best friends, Owen, I think Y/N was the funniest. This was her first time on the show and she had us all dying from the start,” Savannah answers. She sends an apologetic look to the pouting blonde while you throw your arms up in victory.

“I can’t wait to tell the others about this,” Savannah tells the interviewer who was giving you a high-five.

“Hey don’t give her a high-five! She’s a meanie,” Owen yells before crossing his arms.

“Aw, don’t be a sore loser. I told you I was funnier than you,” you pat his shoulder before offering him a real smile. His mouth quirks up again, not able to hold the pout for long when you got that twinkling in your eyes.

“Well, that was so much fun guys, and I can’t wait to see season 3 of JATP!” The interviewer says some more closing statements before leaving the room. Savannah immediately walks over to the other interviews in hopes of catching your co-stars in action but not before sending you a wink. You’re left alone with Owen, something that hasn’t happened since the wrap party last year.

Being in the same room again caused all of your feelings for Owen to resurface like a tidal wave. Even though it’s been less than half a year, you felt like he had changed a little bit. He’s gotten a little bit of facial hair which you didn’t mind at all. And was that a new cologne? Maybe he got taller too, or maybe you’d just forgotten the height difference. It was all too much and it reminded you of that instance at the wrap party when you walked out of the bathroom and was awestruck by Owen’s beauty. And just like how you realized you couldn’t resist denying your feelings for him, you do the same again. You realize how much stronger your feelings were now.

You thought you were insane when the L-word popped into your head the last time you called Owen (which was only a few days ago). It’s been months since you’ve seen him last and you’ve barely talked to him since - well, does once a week count as barely? Honestly, it didn’t feel like you saw his face or hear his voice enough during the months away from each other. At least the two of you texted each other frequently - almost to the point where you had to scroll for a good minute before you see the texts from the day before...okay maybe you did talk to Owen more than you thought (since you clearly can’t stay away from him). And maybe, you may have fallen more for your co-star through your calls and texts. And maybe, definitely, you actually should consider the L-word more seriously now that your heart feels like it will burst out of your chest now that you’re physically with him.

“It’s nice to finally see you in person instead of a screen,” Owen says as the both of you sit in the small room, “I don’t miss the constant roast sessions though.”

“Deal with it, honey. You can’t get the girl without the jokes,” you say leaning back in your chair. You forget that he had his arm running across the back of it and he doesn’t move it. Instead, he idly plays with the details of your shirt. Your heart starts to beat a little faster as you realize how close you two are to each other.

“Wouldn’t want it any other way.” You dip your head at his comment, trying to stop the heat rushing up to your face. That L-word is seriously sounding more real with every second that his hand is on you. He stops playing with your shirt and opts to just rest a comforting hand on your back. You shiver at the warmth radiating from him, but welcome his familiar touch.

No trace of humor appeared on Owen’s face; only a soft look that flitted over your face, remembering all the little details that he had woefully forgotten in the past few months. He prayed that Savannah or another interviewer wouldn’t return for a while so that he could snatch more precious time with you and only you.

“Remember the wrap party when we were talking about your type of guy?” He says with a wistful tone. You silently nod, your throat too dry to verbally answer his question.

“Am I still an option?”

It was weird. You remember being so nervous the first time he asked that question - so nervous that you threw the question back at him. Now though, there were less nerves and more confidence in yourself. At that moment, you realize that you’re tired of tiptoeing around all of this. Sitting here with him, you realize that there was literally no other place you would rather be - you tried to be away from him, but it, to so elegantly put it, fucking sucked. Realizing how awful these past months were without him and how absolutely shit you were at resisting him and your feelings, you wanted to put a stop to all of it and here Owen was presenting the perfect opportunity to do so.

“How would you like to be the only option?”

“I think I would like that very much.”

Without skipping a beat, Owen wraps his arm around you and brings you closer to him while simultaneously leaning forward. His lips meet yours for a sweet kiss that was embarrassingly overdue. Though you were eager to finally kiss him after dreaming about it for so long, you were perfectly content in savoring this moment with him. You want to kick yourself in the head for not doing this at the wrap party because you could’ve experienced this euphoric feeling a lot sooner. When he pulls away, you almost follow him, not wanting to stop feeling his soft lips on yours. You were on cloud-9 with only his firm hand on your back to keep you grounded.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You both whip around to see every single one of your cast members staring at you with mixed expressions of shock, anger, and happiness.

“Were you guys just...watching...us...kiss?” You ask awkwardly.

“Yeah! And it’s about damn time too!” Savannah said with some of the guys and Madi backing her up. You and Owen let Savannah rant about how it was insulting that the two of you got together when that’s what everyone’s been trying to do for months.

As much as you wanted to wrap your friends into a tight hug for all of their efforts, you couldn’t be bothered to move from your spot. With Owen’s hand in yours and a smile to match his, you truly realize that there was nowhere else you’d rather be.

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A/N: Yo how can I write 10 pages of fic but not a 10 page essay when I was in school? Liiiike? Anyways, it’s so crazy that this is my first fic with Owen and I’m so sorry about that. If you haven’t guessed it already, I think Owen Joyner is truly a funny guy and I wish I was his friend. Also I’m manifesting S2 everyday. If you’d like to join my taglist, want to send a request, or just talk, hit me up! - Titi xx

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