Pretty boy.
Literally, imagine taking pictures of Owen, and making fun of how he's so serious, nailing that smolder look and him bursting out laughing.
Then, he comes close to you and taking his phone back, touching your hands with his cold fingers and you exclaiming:
"Owen, your hands are ice!"
"whatever"
He says brushing it off, when you just look at him and cup his hands in yours trying to keep him warm.
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Photo cards | Owen Teague x reader
Fanfic(y/n) comes to New York because her friend is in a really difficult position due to her mental state. While she is comforting her friend for a spring break, (y/n) is finding New York more and more interesting... Finding new friends, new experiences...