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[cellbobo]

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[turuin]

Grazie, Max

[angelcaakees]

Double post day I know, but the Omnes De Pulvis VA Auditions are here! If you're interested in doing some voice work, i would consider giving it a go! Currently, we are volunteer based but in the future we want to pay our crew!! Additionally there is a forum linked in the video for anyone who would like to be an artist or animator!!

[just-an-enby-lemon]

So I had some money to spare and finally payed an artist for one of my ODP OCs. And I loved it. Thank you, @widnightdreary

Lo and behold...

Martim Reis. Podcaster extraordinare, tiktok star, college droupout when drunk and paranormal hunter on the free time.

[cobrakaisb]

foolproof plan

summary: the only downside to fake dating is that someone always ends up falling for the other. 

warnings: y/n is a happy drunk; underage drinking (not condoning it); mostly cuteness; a couple swears

word count: 4.16k

“so do we have a deal?” he asked, hand out waiting for you to take it. you hesitated, biting your lip as your eyes flickered from his face to his hand. the anxiety and reality surrounding what you were about to do was setting in. were you actually agreeing to this? a surge of confidence washed over you as your smaller hand grasped his in a firm handshake. “we have a deal,” you agreed.

now all you had to do was pretend to fake date owen power. 

tall, brunette, number-one-overall nhl draft pick, owen power. your hesitancy to take owen’s hand had nothing to do with owen himself and everything to do with who he was; star hockey player for the university of michigan who was bound to go pro once their season came to an end. but you needed the help, and his proposition was too good to pass up. ever since your crush on kent johnson formed, you’ve been looking for a way to get closer to him, and this was the perfect opportunity. 

that’s right. owen’s caught you ogling at his best friend and roommate one too many times for it to be a coincidence. so when he proposed that the two of you fake date to make kent jealous and “light a fire under kent’s ass” (owen’s words not yours), the obvious answer was yes. it took a lot of pondering, but eventually you agreed to his idea, hence putting you in the situation you were in now. 

“but we need some rules,” you added, pulling your hand from his. owen smiled, a little half smile that definitely didn’t compare to his real one. “whatever you want sweetheart,” he agreed. you couldn’t help the small flush that appeared on your cheeks at the pet name. this was going to be a lot.  

“let’s meet tomorrow for lunch. at the chipotle off campus?” you suggested. “sure,” owen agreed, chomping on his gum. “where’s your phone?” he continued, holding his hand out for the device. at the sight of your confused look and raised eyebrows he huffed, “what? i just want to give you my number.” “oh right,” you mumbled, handing him the device with a blank contact. his fingers glided over the keyboard as he entered his information into your phone. “text me a time. actually, what class do you have? i’ll pick you up,” he said, eyes looking at you expectantly. 

“um poetry but,” you started before he cut you off, “right your class with kent.” you glared at his tone, one filled with teasing and something else you couldn’t decipher. owen smiled again at the sight of your angry face. you were cute. “i’ll pick you up and we’ll go to lunch, sound good?” he asked, but deep down you knew it was really a question. “perfect,” you agreed, a fake smile on your lips. “great! see you tomorrow babe,” he cheered before walking out of the lecture hall, leaving you stunned into silence.

--

walking out of poetry class, you were surprised to see owen standing there. he was leaning against the wall, scrolling through his phone aimlessly. you stopped for a moment, just admiring the beauty that was owen power. he was wearing gray sweats and a random michigan hockey shirt, along with his signature glasses that made him look just the right amount of nerdy. 

after some random person shoved you, you realized that you were blocking the hallway. you walked over to owen, clearing your throat as a signal that you were there. “hey. i’m ready to go when you are,” you said, a somewhat forced smile on your face. “me too. let me take your books,” he replied, grabbing the assortment of materials from your hands. “you don’t have to,” you tried to protest, but one look from owen had your mouth snapping shut. just as the two of you were about to walk away, someone called out owen’s name, and you knew exactly who it was. 

“what are you doing here?” the blonde asked, walking up to the two of you. “i have a date, remember?” owen answered, subtly gesturing to you. kent’s eyebrows furrowed, his bottom lip jutting out even more than it already was. “i didn’t think you were being serious,” came kent’s reply. your cringed, the sting from his words already hitting you. owen must have noticed because he huffed in annoyance, “funny kent. now if you’ll excuse us, my girlfriend and i have a lunch date to get to.” those were the final words of the conversation as owen began leading the way out of the building. 

the walk to chipotle was pretty much silent. there were minimal things to talk about anyways. “listen, about the comment, he didn’t mean anything by it. you’re great and what kent said had nothing to do with you--” owen started to explain, but you cut him off: “it’s fine owen. besides, it's not like we’re really dating anyway.” if you didn’t know any better you’d say his face fell at your words.      

“so what are these rules?” owen asked once the two of you sat down at a table in the back corner of chipotle. you felt heat creep up your cheeks at his intense stare. “i don’t know. i’d just figured we’d want rules so no one gets attached,” you mumbled, looking at owen shyly. “and is that what you’re worried about? getting attached?” he asked, and while you originally thought he was teasing, there was nothing but sincerity in his eyes. you neglected to answer, instead pulling out a piece of paper to write the agreed rules on. 

“okay so you can pick me up from class, if you want to obviously, and i’ll meet you at your classes too,” you said, looking at owen for confirmation. “i’ll pick you up from class and walk you there. you can do the same for me, if that’s what you want. keep things equal between us,” he agreed and you nodded, jotting down the first rule. 

this continued for some time until things started to get a bit more intense. “you come to all my home games. in my jersey,” he said, but it came off as more of a demand. “all of them?” you asked, biting your lip. “every single one. besides this will give you a chance to see kent play too,” owen replied, wiggling his eyebrows at the last part. you rolled your eyes at his words, huffing in annoyance. “fine. but i’m not wearing the jersey,” you said. “um yes you are. people need to know that you’re my girl, babe,” owen rebutted, giving you a pointed look. 

and he was right, of course. how were you supposed to be fake dating owen power if you don’t even wear his jersey to his games? “fine. but it’s just for show,” you relented. “mhm sure,” owen answered, taking a bite of his food. 

“and what about kissing?” you asked, causing a loud choking sound to come from the boy across from you. you sat up straight, leaning over the table to make sure he was all right. he continued to cough for a few seconds, but gathered himself almost immediately. once the coughing subsided, owen looked at you, and that's how you noticed the closeness between you two; noses barely touching, as his brown eyes met yours. a blush covered both your cheeks as you sat back down. “let’s not plan that out,” he mumbled, and you nodded, writing down the word kiss with a question mark next to it.

--

game tonight. stop by the locker room for the jersey

that was the text you saw displayed on your screen at the end of your midday lecture. this whole fake dating thing with owen had been going on for a couple of weeks now. the two of you walked each other to class, holding hands, parted ways with a hug and “kiss on the cheek” (because if people looked hard enough they would see that his lips barely grazed your skin), and then met up again afterwards for a small coffee or lunch date. it was going great. owen was a nice guy and fun to be around. he was also so smart and helped you out with your homework and studying on more than one account. 

today, however, was his first game since this establishment. it was going to be your big debut, as owen called it, and he had everything all mapped out. you would arrive early, just before warm ups, to meet him at the end of the tunnel, where he would give you his spare jersey. then you would sit in the children of yost section, and he’d make a big show of waving to you during warm ups. from there the team would go on to win the game (fingers crossed) and the two of you would celebrate with his friends at the after party. 

“a foolproof plan,” owen explained over lunch. “yeah totally foolproof. not a single thing could go wrong,” you said, sarcasm dripping from your voice. owen gave you a pointed look, but the smile threatening to make its way onto his face won over. “just keep an open mind,” he begged and you nodded, a small smile on your face as you continued to eat lunch. 

now you are standing at the entrance of the tunnel, fidgeting with your phone. you texted owen a couple of minutes ago and he replied saying that he’d be right out. finally, he came through the tunnel. his pads and skates were on, but no jersey. yet he still managed to look really good, and you had to physically stop your jaw from dropping. 

“hey,” he greeted. “hey. excited?” you asked, sticking your hands in the back pockets of your jeans as you rocked on your heels. “yeah. a little nervous too, but i think we have a good shot,” owen said, a hand running through his long hair. “yeah?” you asked. “yeah,” he answered. the two of you stood there, neither of you making a move. “so the jersey?” you pushed, nodding towards the maize colored jersey. “oh right,” he mumbled, handing it to you. 

you took the piece of clothing from him, inspecting the size. it was huge, going down to your mid thigh at least, and you’d definitely have to roll up the sleeves. “put it on. i want to see,” owen begged, a childish whine in his voice. you laughed, but obliged to his request with no problems. just as anticipated, the jersey was huge. “i look like a child,” you groaned, eyeing the length. you expected owen to have some smart comeback, or completely deny your accusation, but instead he said nothing. 

your eyes now moved from the ginormous jersey, to the tall giant in front of you. “what?” you asked softly, a blush coating your cheeks when you noticed his intense stare and wide opened mouth. again, owen didn’t say anything. “this was a bad idea. i should take it off,” you rambled, lifting the hem of the jersey, but owen stopped you. “no don’t. you look great, really great. please keep it on,” he whispered, fingers wrapping around your wrist. “okay o, i’ll keep it on,” you agreed, letting the fabric slip from your grasp. the air was heavy as his hand dropped yours, eyes still locked on you. “i um…i should go…team meeting and all,” he explained, a large hand rubbing the back of his neck. “yeah. yeah. i’ll see you after, okay?” you said and he nodded, turning to head back the way he came from. 

“oh and owen,” you called, grabbing his hand just before he stepped out of reach. “hmm?” “good luck,” you whispered, standing on your tiptoes as you left a gentle kiss on his jaw. 

--

the game ended up going really well. the boys pulled off a huge win over michigan state, leading to an absolute rager at one of their hockey houses. “we’re going,” owen decided for you, taking your hand in his as he led you to the house. it was clear that he was on an adrenaline high; owen had scored a goal but also had an assist. (at least that’s what the people around you kept saying.) he made a big show of pointing to you during his goal celebration, letting everybody know that the two of you were “together”. 

“are you nervous?” you asked, the hockey house coming into view. “no, why?” owen asked, looking down at you. “dunno. i just figured you would be. these are your friends after all,” you mumbled. “it’ll be fine. they really want to meet you. besides this is the perfect opportunity for you to get kent’s attention,” he said, bumping your shoulder towards the end. you don’t know why, but a small frown came over your face at the mention of kent. you hadn’t thought about the blonde since this whole thing started; your thoughts were consumed by a tall brunette. 

owen guided you up the stairs of the hockey house, one hand resting on the small of your back as you walked in front of him. he pulled the door open, waiting for you to enter the already bustling house. “big dog’s here!” someone shouted, causing a series of whoops and shouts to chorus throughout the room. 

owen smiled, a red tint coating his cheeks. he was so cute, you thought, watching him with a fond smile. “let’s go get a drink,” he said, directing you to the kitchen. the second you entered the small area, you were ambushed by a bunch of rowdy boys. you recognized some of them as owen’s teammates, but you couldn’t remember any names. 

“finally brought your girlfriend around, o?” one of them asked, a teasing smirk on his face. he was tiny, much smaller than owen, and blonde. owen rolled his eyes at the guy’s words, eliciting a couple laughs from the group. “this is y/n. y/n these are the guys,” he introduced, gesturing to the boys in front of you. “hi,” you said, offering them a small wave. 

“what do you want to drink?” owen asked, drawing your attention back to him. “um…lemonade i don’t know. i don’t really drink,” you answered. the blonde guy from earlier scoffed, throwing an arm over your shoulder. “oh that’s gonna change real quick,” he promised, taking it upon himself to make you a mixed drink.

hours later, and you were not only well acquainted with the team, but with drinking. you found out that the blonde guy was named thomas and that he and brendan were pong champs. somehow, and you have no idea how, the two of them had roped you into playing a game of pong with them. they partnered you up with mackie, one of the freshmen, and insisted that they would go easy on you. that strategy didn’t seem to be working in their favor though.    

“let’s go!” mackie shouted, high fiving you as the two of you won your third game in a row. “woo!” you cheered, jumping around excitedly. “dude! do better!” brendan shouted at thomas, causing the two of them to start playing the blame game. 

it was the loud commotion that attracted owen’s attention. he smiled at the sight of you interacting with his friends. you caught him staring, smiling widely at him. you waved him over, calling his name over the loud music. owen walked over to you, stopping when he reached your side. 

“owen! guess what? mackie and i keep winning,” you cheered, gesturing wildly to the younger boy. “oh yeah?” owen asked, trying to suppress a chuckle. you were so cute. “yeah. maybe you and i can play together,” you said, tapping his chest at your great idea. “i don’t think so honey. i think we should go home,” he answered, watching as a pout settled on your lips. “but i’m having so much fun. can’t we stay for a little longer?” you begged, leaning into him. owen shook his head, before explaining that it would be best if you left. “you can come over another time,” he promised, causing your eyes to twinkle in happiness.

“really?” you asked softly, voice taking on an excited tone as your eyes lit up with happiness. “really,” owen answered, intertwining your fingers with his. he smiled fondly at you, nothing but love and adoration swimming in his brown eyes hidden behind those nerdy glasses. “okay. just let me say goodbye first,” you agreed, dropping one of your hands. he watched as you pulled mackie into a side hug, yet still managed to keep him close (not that owen would dream of letting you wander off).

after you’d made your rounds, and owen told the important people that he was heading out for the night, the two of you exited the still wild party. the cool crisp air hit your skin as you walked down the steps and onto the front lawn. “it’s kind of chilly,” you mumbled, stepping closer to owen, who’s body radiated heat like a personal heater. “here,” he began, sliding his arms out of the varsity jacket adorning the school’s logo.

“what owen--” you tried protesting, but he silenced you with a ‘hush’. drunk you didn’t have the energy to argue because you held your arms out, allowing him to slip the jacket onto your shoulders. immediately you were encompassed in the smell that was owen, causing your shoulders to relax and comfort to seep into your bones. “thanks babe,” you said, grabbing his hand in yours once again. that was the first time you called owen babe, but he figured now wasn’t the best time to mention it. 

--

“this physics homework is kicking my ass,” you complained, your head dropping into your hands as your pencil slid across the library table. currently, you and owen were having an impromptu study date in one of the library’s study rooms. he chuckled at your misery, causing you to lift your head up and frown at him. “it’s not funny owen. i’m actually really struggling,” you said, frowning a bit. “let me see it,” he asked, holding his hands out for your paper.

you smiled, happy to be getting some help from the physics genius himself. “what are you taking mech? or electrical?” he asked. your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at his question. “it’s just physics 101. i need it for my major,” you explained. “i see,” he mumbled, eyes completely focused on the paper while yours were completely focused on him. you watched with deep fascination as his brown eyes scanned the words on the page. you could basically see the mathematical gears turning in his head as he tried to decipher the problem and your chicken scratch handwriting. understanding lit up his eyes, as a small “aha” escaped his previously pursed lips. 

“you used the wrong equation here,” he started before going on a physics tangent involving the correct equations, solving steps, and substitutions. he was leaning over the table, watching intently as you worked to make the corrections necessary. when you finally finished the problem, you turned to look out the windows of the study room, the ones that gave you a perfect view of the library. you were surprised, but not shocked, a group of michigan hockey players staring at you like animals in a zoo. 

you blushed when they began making kissy faces at the two of you, brendan holding up a heart with his hands. owen just rolled his eyes, shaking his head gently at their antics. their laughs echoed in the previously quiet room as they all barged in. scraping the chairs against the floor to match their loud, teasing voices. kent took the seat next to owen, nudging the taller boy’s shoulder, shooting him a look that made fun of him in a loving manner. owen’s cheeks flamed and he turned his attention back to you, who was chatting with brendan and thomas while completing the physics homework. 

you must have felt his eyes on you because you looked up. the second your eyes connected your cheeks turned the same shade as his, but you quickly averted your attention back to your studies.  

--

weeks of fake dating turned into a month of fake dating. a month of fake dating turned into two weekend series at home and one away, all of which required you to wear owen’s jersey. all of them that made your feelings for owen abundantly clear. 

maybe this whole thing started out as a way for you to gain kent’s attention, but now you didn’t even care. kent had started talking to you more and texting you, but he didn’t hold your interest the way owen did. you from the past would have been thrilled by the attention, but now, it was unwanted and unwelcome. leading to your current predicament, how to tell owen that you wanted to date him in a realm outside of making kent jealous, rules, and all things fake. studying provided the perfect excuse for you to execute your foolproof plan. (granted you did have a test to study for but it could wait.) 

that night, you skipped out on some party that owen’s friends were hosting under the guise that you needed to prepare for the upcoming week. owen, like the great person that he is, offered to stay back and help you, but you declined his gracious offer. every couple of minutes owen would send you either a text or snap from the party claiming that he was bored and wished you were there. but he hasn’t sent you anything in almost half an hour, and you were disappointed to admit that it was getting to you. 

just as you were about to get back to studying, after checking your phone of course, there was a knock on your door. your eyebrows furrowed, thinking that maybe your roommate lost her key again. but you were surprised to find owen standing there, holding a box of pizza, a six pack of coke, and a bag of your favorite candy. 

“owen? what are you doing here?” you asked, stepping to the side so that he could walk into your room. “i missed you, and the party was boring. so i thought why not stop by to see my favorite girl, and convince her to watch cloud nine with me,” he said, with a sweet smile on his face as he held the box of pizza out as a peace offering. 

“aww owen. i’d love to,” you replied, taking the food from his hands and setting it down on your desk chair. “good because this would have been so awkward otherwise,” he mumbled. you laughed at his words, standing on your tiptoes to throw your arms around his shoulders, linking your fingers together behind his neck. 

“thank you for coming,” you whispered, looking into his beautiful eyes. “you’re welcome,” he answered, arms tightening around your waist just a bit. “i um…actually i wanted to tell you something,” he mumbled shyly, a nervous look in his eyes. “me too,” you replied, stepping away from him ever so slightly, allowing for some space between you two. “you go first,” he insisted, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. 

you took a breath, taking a moment to appreciate the man standing in front of you. part of you knew that this could be the last time you see him. “i have a crush on you. it’s more than a crush actually, and i’d rather date you for real than be in a fake relationship,” you confessed, twiddling your thumbs as you waited for his answer. 

owen’s mouth parted in shock, and he stood there silently for a couple of minutes before answering. “me too. err well i mean i’d like to date you too, for real,” he explained, causing a large smile to take over your face. you laughed, throwing your arms around his neck as his arms wrapped around your midsection, lifting you in a circle. your laughter echoed through the room as he put you back on the ground. 

“i’m so glad that you asked me to be your fake girlfriend,” you whispered, forehead resting against his. “i’m so glad that i came up with this foolproof plan,” owen replied, and you quirked an eyebrow at that. “well it’s not entirely foolproof,” you teased. “oh really? explain,” he demanded. “we still have an issue of kissing to sort out,” you answered. “ah right. how about i kiss you now? and then again later? how about i kiss you everyday? is that a new rule, one kiss a day?” he asked, leaning in closer to you. “i think more than one kiss a day is fine,” you decided, allowing his lips to meet yours in what could only be described as the best kiss in fake dating to lovers' history.

[starlightjewels075]

I haven’t been able to liveblog much but that ending to opq was awesome! Cellbit and his team are doing an amazing job and I can’t wait for the future. I’m definitely watching all the older series when more of the subtitles come out. The fact it didn’t end in tpk was crazy and the character development was great. Huge round of applause to all the cast and the crew behind it all. Thank you Quackity for introducing non-Portuguese to Cellbit and Ordem.

[1-800-iluvhockey]

watching him fade away - o.power

summary - letting go for him to live his dreams was the hardest thing that they had to do....

type - blurb almost a mini fic (lowercase intended) again, italics in bold mean song lyrics....

warnings - heartbreak city, two tickets going two separate ways

(listen to watching him fade away by mac demarco, i love you so by the walters, new years day by tswift & right where you left me by tswfit for a mix of vibes which is this fic)

It still hurts, watching him fade away

when the buzzer sounded to signal that denver just scored, you knew that you would never see your person in a umich jersey... meaning this dream-like reality that has consumed the duration of your relationship with the owen power, was coming to an end. the past year with him had been the best that you have ever felt in your life, but you knew his life, and how it was going to be everchanging. he told you the first time that he talked to you at an afterparty in the beginning of September, which you remember like it was last night.....

"I-- I am probably not going to be a long term thing for you, l/n." you could feel the heat of his cheeks rise as he leaned into your neck to whisper into your ear.

"we have time right now, power.... let's enjoy it." you tell him, as he grabs your neck so you can lean into his kiss.

now back to reality, where he looks at your seat at the arena.... his face drops and you shake your head no. he knows that because of that loss, he has to leave you behind in aa. he doesn't want to, but his life is calling and you weren't going to stand in the way of his dreams. seeing him skate in circles and consol his friends on the ice after the loss, hurt you so bad. once he left the ice, he would never be able to skate with those boys, his best friends, all together, on the same team, ever again. it broke your heart into pieces thinking about what he was going through in this moment; that you couldn't even think about what was coming next...... the thing that your relationship was centered around, and plagued it like a ticking time bomb. the signing..

after the team shook hands and left the ice, owen frantically showered and got dressed, and ran to your section in the arena. running up the stairs, through the crowds, through all the fans trying to stop him. the seas of people were blocking his view from you, but you could see him and his 6'6 frame from quite literally almost 100 ft away. finally, after searching through the crowds, he sighs when he sees you setting down your stuff by a pillar. gently dropping your hoodie and coca-cola onto the floor, you stand back up to see pow already standing in front of you.

"hi honey--" he says softly as you tackle him into a bear hug.

"pow! i am so proud of you babe." you tell him as tears start to form in your eyes.

taking in the hug, you analyze every single detail.

the way he grabs your waist

the way his head fits so perfectly into the crook of your neck

the way his after shave smelt brings back so many morning cuddles after practice memories

the way you had to be on your tippy toes to fully accept his hug

the way you would play with his flow by running your hand through his hair as he hugged you

the way after you did that, you could feel him, he would almost melt into you to feel that feeling for just a little longer......

everything about your relationship started to flood back to you in pieces, through these subtle little things of how he made you feel or what you can associate with him.

"you're wearing it still!" he told you as he touched the 22 pendant which shined underneath the top of your blue umich power jersey.

"of course! I'd never take it off. now cmon, we need to talk." you told him happily, and then your tone dropped when you told him that you needed to talk to him.

watching him fade away

he saw it behind your eyes, he knew what was coming. he didn't want to hear it, he didn't want to feel that heartbreak on top of the heartbreak that he was feeling already about the loss. he was holding your hand as you led him to a quiet spot in the tunnel where the umich bus was waiting for them at. stopping in your tracks, you turn around to see him already tear up, a drop or two falling on his rosy cheeks. he stands with his back to the bus, but you can see the boys start to file into the bus, some even watching out the window to watch the scene.

"no-- I know what you're about to say but please wait before you do." he says almost pleadingly as he wipes his tears from underneath his glasses.

"I won't yet, I will let you speak on it first--" you tell him softly as you feel your voice starting to crack.

"I know when I first met you I told you that I didn't want to be a long-term thing, but damn it y/n, I fell in love with you and I don't want to leave you behind. I want you to come with me, we can have our own place, you can transfer schools, we-- we can start a life! I'll be playing in buf for at least 3 years, you can graduate and-- I want to marry you, have kids with you. I love you so much, you're my home, I don't want to leave my home. I-- I already contacted them about my signing and told them that I was going to wait--" he gets cut off by you jumping up with your hands in the air.

"OWEN DOUGLAS POWER-- you did not tell the sabres that you are going to wait. I-- I fell so hard for you owen. I wanted everything that you just said until I saw your face on the ice tonight as you looked for me in the stands. If you hadn't of done that then-- maybe I could of gone with you. but baby, I won't let you give up your dreams and your life to be settled down with me. I can't just drop my life and degree here, for you, because what happens if this doesn't work out if I move with you? what if you find someone else? we are 19 years old, and I-- we love each other, but right now, love isn't enough. give me your phone--" you rant to him and he like putty in your hands, he hands you his phone.

opening the phone, he starts to panic as he hears the line ringing and you putting the phone up to your ear.

"owen? back so soon? I thought you needed some time to think about joining us to sign in florida." your heart drops as you look at owen, who is already sitting down on the curb, head in his hands.

"hi, this isn't owen, but this is y/n, his-- you know my status with him doesn't matter, but I called you, coach granato, to tell you that owen is going to go to florida, and sign with you as soon-- as soon as you will let him." you tell the coach who was on the other line, cheering loudly through the phone. your heart is crying as you look up to stop the tears from falling, and then look to the bus. the bus of his best friends who are sticking their head out the windows to hear/ see everything that is happening. you see some of their faces, especially luke and kent's drop when you made eye contact with them.

watching him fade away

"thank you so much for the phone call ms. y/n, we are very excited to have op on the team. tell owen that we are calling coach person right now to confirm and make his flight arrangements, have a good day."

"take-- take good care of him for me--" your voice officially broke when you said that to coach g.

"of course ms. y/n. hope to see you at a game or two this season for his opener." coach g said as they mutually hung up.

the boys on the bus started to cheer and you can tell that the boys finally know of the news.

"WHY! Y/N! that was MY-- OUR call to make." he yells, standing up, knocking over the coca cola that you had from earlier that was sat down beside him.

"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU! and I knew that you would ruin this golden opportunity. YOU DIDNT HAVE THE GUTS TO CALL HIM UP. he told you that you needed to get back to him ASAP and you HAD TO MEET HIM IN FL. OWEN-- were you just going to ignore that portion in your love sick rant to me?" you yell back at him, tears running down your face.

"maybe--" he said softly, as he ran his hands through his hair.

watching him fade away

"five hours isn't that far... and that's not the problem baby, it's because I love you, and I want you to live your dream-- live your life without you leaving me behind, and the guilt of that--" your voice cracks again. "I fucking love you, and we will cross paths again, and I hope that I get the chance, the privilege to love you in the future. because loving you is the best kind of love that I have ever experienced in my 19 years of life. now, I want you to get on that bus, enjoy the time left that you have with your friends, and get on the plane to florida tomorrow morning, okay?" you wipe your tears as you try to take off the pendant that he gave you in october.

"no-- no please, don't take it off. keep it, please--" his voice cracks, and two more tears fall onto his cheeks.

"let me hug you before you go, I know the boys n everyone are waiting for you." you tell him in the softest voice, trying not to cry again.

"please, dont ever become a stranger whos laugh I could recognize anywhere." owen says, in a quiet, singing tone as he sways you in the hug, back in forth.

"hold on, to the memories, they will hold on to you..." you told him softly, as the two of you break the hug, and he grabs his stuff walking near the bus.

watching him fade away

he looks back, one last time, as he walks on to the steps of the bus. smiling at him, you wave and walk away, and he sees his last name on the back of his jersey...... "I'll get her back, someday." he tells himself as he is brought back to reality, with his best friends cheering him about the signing.

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