#o.lindmark

Requested: yes|no

“You and your family go to Owens for thanksgiving and you both get into a huge fight...” and “you have younger sisters in hs who keep saying things making you both blush”

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A/N: I put these two together for creativity purposes also happy thanksgiving to all y’all who celebrate! This isn’t really all that great but I just decided to post it anyway

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“Wow this is his house?” Your younger sister, Julie, asked pointing at the house in front of you all, you looked out your window seeing Owen and his cousins playing basketball in the driveway, “yeah this is it.” You said, you and all of your sisters getting out of the car waiting for your parents to grab the dish.

“Do you need any help?” Owen came over to your car wrapping an arm around you pressing a kiss your cheek saying his hellos to your siblings.

“Oh no it’s alright, sweetheart.” Your mom smiled and you all were making your way to the door, Owen pointed out a few cousins to stay away from talking to while making your way inside.

“Aw look it’s you guys.” Your sister, May, pointed out the picture of you and Owen that his mother loves so much she decided to put on the wall, ever since then his family had been asking about you which then made your family decide they wanted to spend thanksgiving with Owens.

“Yeah, my mom loves that photo.”

“It’s not your best photo, y/n.” Julie joked, Owens mother greeting you all now taking the dish from your mom before coming back and taking your coats.

“Wow there’s more photos of you here then there are at our house.” May pointed you out in two pictures beside each other that you were in with Owens little brother, a picture Owens mom was proud to have taken, “you guys look like a family. It’s a cute picture.”

“I know.” You looked over at Owen who flashed you a small smile nodding, your sisters always loved Owen because he made you happy.

“Oh I have something to show you.” Owen motioned for you to follow him up into his room and you did going up the steps and into his childhood room.

“Aw, your room is so cute.” You said sitting on his bed and he closed the door behind you going onto his computer when you saw his messages pop up first thing. You saw the texts from a girl pop up, she had a heart in her message causing your own heart to break.

“Hold on I need to plug this in,” he left the room, you sat there contemplating scrolling through the messages when you saw her name pop up in a recent text about a minute ago you couldn’t hold it in any longer you scrolled through them.

You saw the constant times Owen messaged her first, times he was with and times he wasn’t. You saw the messages that he tried to tell her he had a girlfriend which resulted in her sending hearts asking why you were still together and saying he could do better with her, and you saw him not even protest the idea.

“Hey I’m back—“

“You love another girl?” You asked picking your head up from his computer seeing him standing there, “excuse me?”

“You love this Tiffany girl don’t you?”

“Pardon me?” He asked now setting the charger down on the bed before picking up his laptop seeing what you had gotten yourself into.

“Owen, do you love her?” You asked crossing your arms over your chest feeling tears ready to fall down your cheeks scared for his response as he was still scrolling through all that you saw.

“Y/n, I don’t love her because I love you.” He closed his laptop now setting it down on the bed right beside you.

“Some type of bullshit when she told you that being with her would be better and you didn’t even protest it or try to fight for our relationship!” You sobbed, your makeup officially ruined, so much for trying to look presentable for his family to like you.

“I did! I ended up calling her and telling her off that there is only one women in my life—“

“Yeah?! Well now it’s her! Because I don’t want to be with someone who talks to other girls behind my back who have a love interest in him.” You spat standing up off his bed about to go out of his bedroom when he grabbed a hold of you.

“we are not breaking up because I don’t even talk to her! Did you see her last five texts?! I’ve been ignoring her because that’s the only way she will know I don’t want anything to do with her!” He shouted, your youngest sister was trying to find the bathroom upstairs when she heard you both arguing and was standing outside the door contemplating going in.

“So just recently you decided to ignore her when you should’ve been doing that from the beginning?!”

“I thought she wanted to be friends, y/n! Hell for the longest time I thought you wanted to be friends and nothing more!”

You groaned pulling on your hair messing up the loose curls you had put in, “I’m done, I can’t do this right now.” You stormed out of his room brushing past your sister standing there at the door.

“You better not tell anybody.”

“I’m not holding any promises to someone who might be cheating on my sister.”

—

The whole meal you both sat there in silence together, your mom had found out what happened due to Julie telling her everything that she heard and of course your mom told his mom.

“Are you going to eat that?” Owen mumbled pointing at the last few pieces of turkey on your plate and you dumped it on his getting up from the table to get yourself more food.

“What an awful thing you did to her.” His mom whispered causing him to look up from his plate at her, “I didn’t cheat on her. I didn’t think there was a harm of having a friend that’s a girl while dating.”

“Always a harm in that.” His grandma said from the other side of his mom causing him to drop his fork on his plate, “okay who here doesn’t know my crisis?”

“A few maybe.”

—

“You both enjoying Wisconsin?”

“Mhmm loving it.” You replied to his dad, you both say a few inches away from each other on the couch, your arms crossed over your chest not even daring to look at him.

“Yep best time.”

“Y/n, can I see you?” Your mom tapped your shoulder motioning for you to follow her and you got up excusing yourself following your mom up the stairs into Owens bedroom where his mom was.

“My son, loves you a lot, honey, I knwo what he did was not right trust me you have every right to be mad at him, but honey reading through what he did, defending you he really loves you.” His mom patted for you to sit down next to her on the bed showing you his text messages on the laptop that Owen let his mom look through to see.

You scrolled through to the top of their messages seeing that they only started talking a month ago and from the get go Owen had told her that he had a girlfriend and that he loved you more than anything.

“He loves me.”

“I always have. You know that right?” Owen said you looked over from the laptop to see him leaning against his bedroom door frame.

“We’ll leave you two alone.” His mom and yours left leaving you both together, “why didn’t you just tell me a month ago about her texting you?”

“Because I was stupid. I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted.” You said standing up moving over to him near the door way, “so we back together? Can I have someone to be thankful for?”

You laughed wrapping your arms around his torso, “yeah we are back together. I love you, o. I’m thankful for you.”

prompt: y/n is pregnant but hasn’t told owen yet. so when owen goes on eating y/n’s and his favourite food she can’t help but feel nauseous to the smell of it leaving him confused.

18. “im pregnant.”

20. “can you please stop eating that? the smell is making me nauseous.”

*lowercase intended*

—————

i rested my head against owens chest as we watched some random movie playing on t.v, he brushed his fingers occasionally through my hair. “babe?” he questions and i look up at him. “you hungry?” he asks and i shake my head. “no i think im good for now. thank you.” i respond and he nods. “im gonna grab some food, give me a sec.” he says and i nod, raising my head off of his chest so he can stand up.

i scan through my phone, waiting for owen to return. suddenly the smell of grilled cheese fills my nose. being pregnant wasn’t as lovely as i expected it to be. the thing is that i haven’t told owen about it yet. the smell of it was starting to make me feel nauseous but i keep it to myself.

i cover my nose with my hands, in attempt to block out the smell but it was so no use. moments later owen makes his way back to the couch and i smile. “want one?” he asks and i shake my head no and he shrugs, taking a seat next to me.

the smell although was starting to really affect me as i take a deep breath. owen looks over at me. “are you alright?” he questions and i shake my head. “can you please stop eating that? the smell is making me nauseous.” i say and he looks at me with so much confusion.

“what do you mean? you love grilled cheese sandwiches y/n.” owen says, the confusion lacing his voice and i shrug, trying to keep the truth inside. “i don’t know, it’s just making me feel sick to the stomach.” i respond and he looks at me unsure.

“fine, there’s no point of hiding it anymore.” i mumble and he places his plate down and turns to face me. “what’s up?” he asks holding my hands and i sigh. it’s going to be a win/lose situation and right now i really hope it’s a win.

“owen, im pregnant.” i whisper and i see his eyes widen. “you’re joking?” he says, shock written all over his face. “no i swear baby.” i reply and i see happiness spread all over his face.

“holy shit! that’s crazy. im a dad?” he exclaims and i laugh, tears streaming down my face. “yes baby, you’re a dad.” i sniffle and he grins standing up, running his fingers through his hair. “holy fuck!” he yells in excitement and i laugh.

“im a dad! just wait until i tell my parents and friends about this! they’re going to be so excited!” he grins and i stand up hugging him. he wraps his arms around me, lifting me up and twirling me around in a circle. i squeal in delight and he laughs.

“i love you baby, and i love you my little princess.” owen says, placing me down and patting my belly gently. “i love you.”

“now can we actually get something to eat, im hungry.” i pout and he nods. “what do you want?” he questions and i smile. “pizza!” i grin and he laughs.

“as long as it doesn’t make you nauseous, it’s a deal.”

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A/N: inspired by Harry’s song “falling” I can never leave an imagine sad so yes it does not end like Harry’s song does.

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The sheets once occupied by two were now occupied by one. Looking over seeing the empty space was a kill in his heart. He hated the way he left things with you. He just wanted one more moment together and now he can’t have that. What he had was gone.

The bar became his best friend. All of his time was wasted with other girls trying to move on and get over you, but there was nothing he could do to finally let go.

“You getting up?” Cole came in the room, he barely even moved his head from looking over at the empty space in his bed.

“I think there’s someone who wants to see you, you should get up.” Cole left the room and the door opened again he knew who it was. The smell of his happiness seemed to take over his nostrils causing him to sit up seeing you in the doorway.

Entering the room, you noticed the pile of clothes, the weird smell of alcohol and cigarettes that never took over the smell of cologne a month ago. You recognized the mood he was in the minute he sat up looking at you. He looked like a completely different person, the bags under his eyes were noticeable and his hair was unkept.

“You need to stop calling me when you’re drunk.” You could barely hold it together beginning to break down. You had a mental talk with yourself before entering the room, but it all seemed to slip away.

“I get so worried about you.” You climbed into his bed hugging him, the familiar heartbeat against yours. His arms were a safe place, you missed the feeling of his body against yours.

“Why are you here?” He asked squeezing you tighter against himself, closing his eyes every memory rushing back to him, this time they didn’t seem to make him cry, they brought him to a happier place knowing you were there.

“I missed you, can we talk?”

“I would like that.”

—

“What have you been up to lately?” You asked sitting on the opposite side of the booth playing with your fingers nervously. The daily workers who usually worked on the sundays you both went to breakfast together were shocked to see you both after a month of not seeing you together.

“Just been trying to get over you. What about yourself?”

“The same.” You leaned back against the booth cushions when your tea and Owens water came to the table, you didn’t even have to order they knew what you both wanted.

“I’m sorry for bothering you with my calls.”

“That’s okay. It’s quite entertaining.” You chuckled, his favorite sound ringing through his ears, he smiled softly nodding, “what have I said?”

“Just how you miss me, how you had sex with another girl, oh and my personal favorite the I don’t need you calls.”

He laughed, it was the first time you saw him genuinely smile that whole morning together, the car ride to the restaurant was silent just filled with music, but seeing him smile was exhilarating.

“I do need you, I guess that’s a big lie.”

“Yeah but we broke up for a reason—“

“A stupid one. Do you ever think about it?” Owen asked, you were about to respond, but were cut off by your breakfast making its way onto your table.

“I do, o, but you said it was best.”

“Best? I think I was still a little drunk.” He poured the syrup onto your pancakes like he always did before pouring some onto his.

“Do you really miss me?” You whispered, his silverware dropped to his plate, it was loud enough to cause everyone in the restaurant to fall silent for a few seconds, “do I really miss you? I’ve been trying to move on and I can’t. Cole said I’ve fallen into this depression.”

“You have,” you admitted, watching his eyes go wide leaning back against his seat, “break ups are hard, Owen. Especially when you loved them.”

“So why can’t we get back together?” He asked digging into his food totally ignoring your last comment, “you said you wanted to experience college.”

“Well I realized I want to experience it with you, is that so bad?”

“I-I don’t know.”

“You’ve moved on, haven’t you?” His heart shattered, his voice falling until you shook your head setting your fork against the plate, “Owen, you said you don’t need me. How’s that supposed to make me feel?”

“I said—“

“Will this be on one check?”

“Yes, it will.” Owen quickly replied before you could speak up, your waitress left the bill leaving you both with a smile, she was certainly happy to see you both together.

“I said I didn’t need you, but you made me realize what love is and how any other girl didn’t make me feel the way you did. That’s what I said.” He hissed looking at the bill for a second setting it down going back to his meal now.

“If you can prove to me that I mean something to you then we can get back together, but that means we are starting for step one.”

“That’s fine with me, if I got you the first time I’ll try my hardest the second time.”

—

“I’ll call you later tonight.” You pressed a kiss to his lips slipping into your dorm room and Owen headed back to his now, you both didn’t have much to say yet again, the car ride wasn’t entirely silent, there were moments full of laughter and chatter, and then there was some that was just the music playing.

You sighed locking the door getting undressed from your jeans into comfortable clothes before climbing into your bed.

You did it to yourself once again. Allowing yourself to fall for the same guy, it seemed silly to you that you would open a book and hopefully the ending will be different.

I really could not think of a good way to end this 🥴

Being a mom was not on your radar at all when you were exiting high school, but it somehow came to be when you found out you were pregnant the start of your second semester your junior year of high school.

You were thankful the guy across the street, Owen, who became your best friend when you first met, was there to help you. He didn’t want you to go through it alone so he decided to step up to the plate and he didn’t need to.

“Who is that? Is that owen?”

“Dada—“

“No! That’s just owen!” You were quick to cut your daughter off, Owen crouched down a few feet away from you and she ran over to his arms.

“There she is!” He swooped her up spinning her around hearing her giggles echo through Kohl Center.

“You know I said I didn’t mind if she called me dad.” He bent over giving you a side ways hug, “I know, but I don’t want her to get attached and you leave—“

“I’m not leaving.” He cut you off, for the longest time you had a big crush on owen, and you so badly wanted to tell him, but your chances were crushed a bit once you got pregnant and you knew it would be harder to have a dating life.

“I see you got a new stuffed animal! Did you pick that out or mommy?”

—

“You should just tell him how you feel,” Cole occupied your daughters attention while you both stood off the side while Owen was chatting with family, “I don’t know—“

“I think he feels the same, I mean would he stick around if he didn’t?” Cole handed your daughter back to you seeing owen coming, he gave her a kiss before heading to find his brother.

“You ready to go?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, his parents and siblings said their goodbyes to you and your daughter, his mom complaining about how big she was getting.

“Did you get the cute footies I sent you? Those are adorable aren’t they? They fit her right?”

“Yeah they do, she loves them, in fact that’s what she might be sleeping in tonight.” You replied parting your ways with his family saying your final goodbyes. You were incredibly thankful Owens family was supportive of you, your parents weren’t so happy when they found out that they hadn’t really been funding much for your daughter, which you expected, but they never sent her gifts like Owens mom and dad did.

“You know, your mom doesn’t have to send us stuff.”

“What? Come on, you know she wants to help out.” Owen opened the door to the backseat, where you set your daughter in her car seat and Owen buckled her in, her head getting ready to fall and her eyes were half closed.

“Yeah I know, but it’s already enough her son volunteered to help me.” You got into his passenger seat and he didn’t even care to put on the music knowing it would wake her up.

“Y/n, no child should be raised without another parental figure, I know if this were me having a baby you would do the exact same.”

You bit your lip from saying anything about liking him, it was the perfect set up, but you just kept your mouth shut.

—

“Dada, I love you.” Owen laid in her tiny bed with her after reading two stories, of course she had picked a long one for him to read, “I love you too, give me a kiss.” He rested his cheek close to her lips and she gave him one before he got up out of bed.

Every night you were blessed with the cutest moments that made you fall deeper and deeper into your never ending crush for Owen. You did not know what you did to deserve him.

“Night mommy.”

“Goodnight, angel, sweet dreams.” You flicked off the light once Owen left the room and you closed her door.

“Night, Owen.”

“Night.” You both parted ways to your room, it was always the hardest and most awkward sometimes you both would stand outside her door discussing what was on the agenda for tomorrow and you both never knew how to say goodnight, but when you did it always felt awkward.

Owen climbed into his bed, he felt the same way, deeper and deeper into a feeling for you, but he knew things were complicated, he didn’t plan on leaving you ever, didn’t matter what girl came up to you, he had his heart set on two girls he lived with that he loved to death.

—

“We’re home!” Owen announced, you heard her little giggles and her feet pattering against them floor jumping onto the couch, “how was skating?!”

“Daddy taught me to skate!”

“He did?! Wow, you’re so lucky!” You pressed a kiss to her cheek, owen came into the living room with a a snack for her and she ran off to her play room leaving you both in the living room.

“so I kind of got asked out today,” Owen came over joining you on the couch, “oh? By who?” You asked, you knew this would happen your heart ached unprepared for this to happen, but you knew it would sometime soon.

“Some girl at the rink, she was with her friends, I think she thought I was babysitting.” Owen chuckled, you nodded, you watched him run his hands down his face, “what did you say?”

“Well I said yes.” He laughed leaning back against the couch looking over at you, he noticed you weren’t happy about it, but he could tell you were trying to be supportive.

“Oh! That’s great! When are you guys going out?” You got up off the couch taking your finished cup off coffee and your empty bag of chips you finished.

“We would be going out tomorrow, but I asked her to be out babysitter so I could take you out?”

“What?” You dropped the bag out of your hands giving him a look, “y/n, I’m asking you out, will you go out with me?”

“Like on a date?”

“Well there would be one if you say yes.” He laughed getting up off the couch picking up the bag going to throw it away leaving you standing there shocked, he had caught you off guard with his story.

“I—you want to take me out?” You walked into the kitchen where he was, you set your empty cup in the sink, “will you? I still haven’t gotten an answer.”

“Well yeah! I—yes I’ll go on a date with you.” You hugged him, “you really hired a stranger to watch our daughter?”

Your daughter, Olivia, was mischievous in all sorts of her own ways. She kept you on your feet now that she was finally getting a hold of walking she was starting to grab things and run off with them. Luckily, she was easy to catch, but as time went on she was not.

Owen was asleep on the couch exhausted from chasing your daughter around the house, he thought she was still playing, but it wasn’t until he felt the remote off of his chest was when he realized she was not playing.

He sat up off the couch looking back at her holding the remote with a devilish smile knowing she wasn’t allowed to have it, “Olivia Lindmark, you give me that.” He got up off the couch and she took off running up and around places Owen couldn’t get too until he had her cornered. But that was all until the door opened.

“Mama!” She dropped the remote, Owen picked it up from the floor following her footsteps towards the front door, “mama! Mama!”

“Hi, sweetie!” You bent down pressing a kiss to her cheek before pressing a kiss to Owens, your mom following behind you and Owen gave her a kiss helping her inside, “how are you, sweetheart?”

“I’m doing really well, how about you?”

“Oh just lovely, how’s this one?” Your mom pinched her granddaughters cheeks in her hand, “that’s my good girl.”

You scoffed looking back at owen who shook his head, you helped your mom into the kitchen and Owen took a hold of Olivia, “please be on your best behavior for grandma.” He pressed a kiss to her head sending her off into the kitchen.

“You both have been busy, yes?” Your mom asked sitting down at the table, your daughter climbed up to sit beside her and Owen started getting around her late snack she was promised.

“Very, especially with our other one on the way.” You handed her a cup of tea, going to sit down across from her and Owen gave Olivia her pack of gummies.

“Two!”

“No, the deal was one. Mommy said if you didn’t get to timeout at all you got two, but once you got one.”

“What did she do this time?” You asked looking at Owen who sat across from the grumpy toddler, “she went through your lipsticks.”

“Well at least with your next one the only thing you have to worry about is if he finds your razors.”

“And it will be a little while until he can reach that shelf.”

“Daddy!” Olivia announced finishing her gummies grabbing her fathers attention reaching across the table, “daddy! Bed!”

“Okay, say goodnight to grandma first.” He got up out of the chair and she reached over giving her a hug, “goodnight, sweetheart.” She gave her a kiss and Owen picked her up letting her give you one too, “Goodnight.”

“Daddy, read me a story?” Olivia asked being set down, she took a hold of Owens hand and you watched them both go up the stairs, “of course I will,” you heard him say faintly.

“She drive you crazy?”